#he says things like “i'd rather hide under a table than go out��� and “i wear hoodies so people don't talk to me (they assume I'm a murderer)

[emotinalsupportturtle]

the main reason I will always be obsessed with David Tennant is that fundamentally, we share the same mental illness

[luveline]

I love your KBD universe it is soo adorable!! All the kids are written so cutely! I relate to Avery so much! I was thinking about what if mom is super pregnant and she always wants to be near Steve, like she almost doesn’t even want him out her line of sight. Always wanting to touch him and get kisses from him. Love your blog!!

kisses before dinner ♡ you're pregnant and steve is lovely

There is a silver lining to being eight months pregnant (that isn't the baby at the end) —your husband. 

Steve gets soft. When the physical evidence of your pregnancy becomes unignorable, and then glaringly obvious, he treats you with exceptional care, love and tenderness. You can't get enough of it or him. 

And you're like a lost puppy when he's not near. “Steve,” you say, feeling rather morose about the whole thing, “where are you?” 

“In the kitchen! Do you want something?” 

No, you think, just you. “What are you doing?” 

“Babe, I'm making you and Ave your drinks!” A telltale plink of ice cubes knocking against glass follows. “Don't get up, okay?” 

You squeeze Avery's hand where it's held in yours. “Does he think I'll explode?” 

She giggles, her almond eyes lit with her laughter. “Maybe, mom.” 

“Do you think I'll explode?” 

“No way. You didn't explode before.” 

“‘Xactly.” You'd offer to carry her, or simply scoop her up without asking, but being so pregnant actually does feel like you're going to explode sometimes and you figure it's a bad idea. “Let's go see what he's doing.” 

You and Avery pick over Dove's tea party, abandoned sadly in the middle of the living room, and make your way into the kitchen, which is less hecticly messy but a tad grimy after a long week. Grease clings to the stove top and there's a cherry red stain down the front of the refrigerator. Death of a stolen popsicle. 

Steve sighs when he sees you, too much love around his eyes for any believability when he chides, “You can't sit down. It's impossible.” 

You push yourself back against the counter next to his hip. Avery does the same immediately, giving him a similar look, you're sure. 

He tries to hide his smile with a sip of Avery's too full drink. “Here,” he says when it's at a safer level, “apple juice for you. And ice, princess.” 

“Thank you,” she says, eyes wide as her open palms. She takes it and drinks at it greedily, the sweet taste of concentrated sugar enough to steal her attention. She walks out of the kitchen calling for Beth. “Come have some juice!” 

“That's adorable,” Steve says. 

“You tend to make them that way.” 

He throws an arm against his forehead, slouching beside you, the other wrapping behind your back. “I know. It's exhausting.” 

You spy your youngest under the kitchen table. The girls are fascinated with alcoves and small spaces. If they can fit into a nook, they will, and if they can't, they'll squeeze in anyhow. She breathes through her mouth over a pad of paper with a shard of a crayon in hand, drawing rather intricate things, considering her age. 

“Are those flowers?” you whisper. 

“Think so…” Steve lifts his head high to kiss the top of yours, his arm moving up to your shoulders. He rubs at them like he's trying to relieve a pressure you haven't announced. “You really need to stop getting up all the time. You're at risk–” 

“No, the doctor said if I'm not careful I'd put myself at risk.”

“And what are you doing?” he asks, voice like velvet, smooth and soft as he looks behind your ear. He must see something, petting away a flyaway or a loose strand or something, his touch as tender as his voice. 

You tilt your head away from him. After as long in love with one another as you have been, he knows you're asking for something rather than moving away, and he leans in again to kiss your cheek, rubbing behind your ear all the while. 

“Let's go sit down,” he suggests. 

“In a second.” 

You're terrible lately but it's all his fault. You crave his affection both big and small, all the time, and in every place. You'll be off work any day now and you're sure you'll spend that time soaking him in while he runs ragged trying to get things ready. You've done it before. Steve in the grocery store looking for a hundred different things while you draw stars into the backs of his hand, or trying to fix the baby gate onto the wall while you sit on the stairs making googly eyes at him. 

“My boy,” you say stupidly, wrapping your arms around his neck. Regrettably, he can't continue to dote on you like that, but it prompts him to hug you as close as he can manage. “I love you.” You lay your cheek on his shoulder. “You smell really nice.” 

“I love you too.” Pine, today. Fresh. “I see what's happening.” 

“What's happening?” 

You think he's going to put you down. The baby hormones are making you clingy, he might say, but he doesn't. “You've realised how hot I am. You're late, but I'll forgive you. You know, ‘cos of your predicament.” 

“Thank you,” you say, kissing his neck gently. 

You leave a series of butterfly kisses down the column of his neck before squishing yourself into the curve of it, resting too much weight on him. He takes it all without complaint, hugging you tighter, the distension of your bump a beach ball between you that makes you unfortunately shorter, bending as you are. 

His breath is a pleased sound in your ear, but he doesn't say anything. You hug until you have a strange pain in your neck; he encourages you away from him like he can sense it. 

“You okay?” he asks, thumb under your eye, a millionth sweet touch to add to the mountain. 

“I'm great.” 

“Yeah?” He holds you in place and kisses you. “Love you,” he says, his bottom lip jutting against yours. He kisses you again, and then he pulls away completely, a hand between you both the only tether. “Time to sit down. I'm gonna take your blood pressure.” 

There's no need. If anything, the way he's looking at you might give an inaccurate reading, but you think of the fawning and fretting and the rough of his fingertips digging into the top of your arm and smile, giddy. “‘Kay.” 

“Come on, Dovey, let's go be mommy's doctor,” he calls to Dove. 

In a rather uncharacteristic episode of actually listening, she abandons her crayons and takes his offered hand. He shoots you a quick smirk, as if to say, Yeah, I did that. It's stupid and it makes you laugh, because you couldn't love him much more than this. 

[thotsforvillainrights]

I dont know if these are if y’all comfortable with this sort of request, so I’ll write down two under the same umbrella.

1. A smutty fic of spinner’s pregnant s/o bouncing on him while he’s gaming

Or

2. Egg laying (I’ll let you have some creative freedom on this one)

If your uncomfortable with both, then maybe spinner pounding at his s/o will be just as fine as well

(I wish I was comfy enough to expand my smut capabilities but alas, I'm just relatively too vanilla for these things. Maybe it would've been different had I answered this earlier and not went through what I went through here recently with my loss... And then on top of that, I'm just way too boring for the egg laying. I'm sorry anon, but I will still try to deliver some reasonable Spinner smut for you.)

~Serious~

-Shuichi Iguchi Smut-

Serious-acting or speaking sincerely and in earnest, rather than in a joking or halfhearted manner.

No time like the present right? Why hold something back when you can be honest at this very moment. Besides, he'd appreciate it right? Hiding how you feel about things would only hurt him in the long run. They bubble up and spill over, tainting and blurring the lines of your otherwise comfy relationship.

You roll over to your side and watch him mindlessly scrolling on his phone. His eyes seem dead tired and his head is obviously elsewhere. Why else would his finger be scrolling so quickly, not even pausing to watch more than a millisecond of the videos on his page. Seems like there's something on his mind as well. You're not able to put a finger on the sudden split second panic that dropped your heart when his eyes quickly shifted toward you. Both of you swallowed, staring a hole into each other for a while now. He locks his phone up, sighs, and places it on the messy bedside table before turning himself on his side, mirroring you. "Is something wrong?" You ask first. He takes a moment to search for the right words to say. Finally he decided to just come out with it, his own thoughts circulating around what he's been hiding from you first. Imagine your surprise when he admits it.

The very thing you wanted to bring up for yourself.

"I don't think I'm serious enough in bed. Y/N it worries me. I always ask how you feel and you always tell me things are great. But that's the problem. I don't want them to be just great yknow? I want them to be amazing. I was chatting with Dabi the other day and I asked him some advice on...personal things. I wish I could sum up what he told me in a better way but he essentially called me a sissy and that I was lackluster and not-" You smile sweetly and place a single index finger over his lips to silence him. The worry hasn't left his eyes despite the calm and reassuring look in yours. "First of all, it's no good to listen to Dabi. You remember the last time you asked him for advice and he made you insecure for the rest of the week, right?" You watch him slowly nod, silently cringing at the memory. "Second of all, yes I was actually going to bring it up myself. I don't want you to think too hard on it! I wanted to say it without hurting you or making you think you're not good enough. I love the way you treat me. I love how gentle you are but I'd appreciate if you could stop asking me several times during sex if I'm okay. It...well it just...it kills the mood." You looked at him with an apologetic expression. "Shuichi I don't want you to push yourself outside of your comfort zone, but just at least try to treat me a little rougher? If not in your actions then at least in your wording right? Try that first and the rest will follow." You reassure him and smile at the spark in his eyes. The determination to try something new just for you. Well it'd make any significant other feel special wouldn't it?

"Right now then." He cuts you from your thoughts. "I'm sorry? What did you say?" You search his face for some understanding but he isn't budging. He's serious...

"Right now, Y/N. I want to try it right now." He stares at you, the fire in his eyes not subsiding. As if you'd already answered him, his hands start roaming up your sides very slowly. He's awaiting his answer. You finally smile sheepishly and nod. He returns with a nod of his own and lays you back first into the faded cushioned duvet. He's a man of his words, his sharp nails digging into the plush, sensitive skin of your upper thighs. You bite your lip and turn your head to the side, searching for something in the room to focus on so you don't yelp out. Right about now he's wanting to apologize a million times again for the marks he's leaving on your precious skin. He's wanting to bring a cold wet towel to wipe away the scratches and nail marks, to soften the burn of the way too rough hickeys. However, he's made his resolve to keep it up. Quitting now wouldn't yield the results either of you wanted. So he persisted in his actions. He at least used his tongue to lap at your skin after leaving his marks, a silent apology he hoped you'd caught onto.

"Don't turn away from me." You hear his voice, heavy and low for the first time. He's trying to be stern. It doesn't feel like him, but you know it's him. Your head is playing tricks on you or maybe it's just too dizzy from the heat of it all. You turn to look up at him right as he's slipping his joggers down ever so slightly, just enough to free his cock. He's blushing but his expression remains serious. He's usually flustered when he strips down for you, listening to the way you tease and compliment him while he scrambles to find himself in the moment. Not this time, no. He doesn't give you time to process when he reaches down and slides your underwear to the side. Usually he'd take his time to gently undress you while leaving butterfly kisses all over your skin. He'd practically worship you but again, not this time.

"If you turn your gaze from me, I'll stop." Before you could complain, he forces his way into you. Quick but not as easy as he previously imagined. You're tighter than he thought. Maybe it's been a while since the last time, he admits it to himself. He wants to whimper for you, to moan out praises of your name. He stays silent, only opting to grunt as he continues working himself into you. He's rewarded with your sounds instead. There's so much heat in the air now that it makes your throat thick. You wouldn't stop it even if you wanted to. He seemed to fit so deliciously inside while still stretching you out. More and more, deeper and deeper until he's fully buried himself within you, balls flush against your warm skin. He shivers while gripping tightly at you, holding you so you couldn't get away even if you wanted to.

Leaving more marks to be examined later.

"I said if you looked away from me that I'd stop. Open your eyes Y/N. Don't let me have to tell you again." He warns. Your Shuichi? Warning you instead of apologizing? Can things be too good to be true? You crack your eyes open and stare directly at him. You don't even take a minute to ponder on things. You can't think right now of anything else but him...this. He makes double sure of it as he starts to move, huffing at the way your walls seem to flutter around him before clamping down. You're all too good for him. He feels awful for gripping you so tightly, for ripping into that perfect skin, for saying such things to you, for pounding into you like this, staring at your half lidded wet eyes. However, on the flip side of things, he's strangely proud of himself for taking this initiative for the first time. Proud for squeezing and not letting go, for fucking every last little gasp out of you, for hearing his name slip from those beautiful lips.

For being the reason you feel lightheaded.

For knowing he's the only one making you feel this way right now.

So he lets that pride carry him further and further.

"Look at me or I'll stop. Don't look away." He reached down to grip beneath your chin and yank your attention to him. "Whose is it?" You feel a bit of shock and excitement creep up on you after the question. A challenge coming from him? Instead of taking the time to tease him, you decided not to push the moment any further. Knowing him, he's probably going way too far out of his comfort zone you think to yourself. So you comply like a good little partner for now. "Yours..." You whisper out. It's not good enough for him. "I asked you whose it was. Answer me louder." His thrusts become more urgent. He's close, his hips are stuttering, a tell tell sign of his upcoming release. "Yours Shuichi." You moan for him, feeling your own release creeping up as well. "Louder." He demands. You once again comply, saying his name an octave higher. "LOUDER." He grips your chin tighter. You find yourself letting go of all restraint as you call out his name again and again, louder and louder this time without command. You're coming and so is he. By now, the neighbors are likely growing weary at the all too thin walls of your apartment. Neither of you could care less.

Not with your sense of newfound satisfaction. Later you'd both awkwardly apologize anyway. Right now, you needed to focus on regaining your breath and running the thought away of your throbbing soreness from his thrusts. He'd apologize when he's come back to his senses anyhow.

[wsknbfanaccnt]

OMG LISTEN TO THIS HOW ABOUT THE READER TEACHING THEM HOW TO SAY BAD WORDS IN TAGALOG😘

ask and you shall recieve~~

THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE OMFG

Expletives in Tagalog 🇵🇭

not gonna mark this as nsfw or mature, but be warned of bad words and expletives

"Sei, how's the tagalog going?" you asked your boyfriend one night, the redhead looking up at you. Since you two came from different countries, both of you are learning each other's languages. For someone like Akashi, knowing other languages already, it would be something that he's used to.

"Medyo mahirap, pero kaya," A bit difficult, but nothing he can't handle, he says. You nodded, rather impressed by his confidence to speak casually.

"I'm gonna teach you something,"

"Oh? Go ahead, love," he said, shifting his attention to you.

"Say, putang ina," you smiled innocently, knowing this was quite the expletive.

"Hwag mo ako maliitin, (y/n)." Don't underestimate me, he smirked.

"Yaan ay isa sa pinaka una ko pinagaralan." That's one of the first things I learned. You pouted, crossing your arms. You can't even trick your boyfriend in a language he doesn't know. Not fair.

"Ewan ko sayo," Whatever, you scoffed, rolling your eyes. But Akashi approached you, placing a kiss on your nose.

"Ang ganda mo," You're so beautiful, he suddenly blurted out. Your face went red, hiding under the covers.

"Ewan."

"Nee- Kuroko-kun," you cooed, sipping a bit from your milkshake. You two were in a quick Maji Burger date, Kuroko tilting his head as he looked at you.

"Can you say tae?" you asked. This was the Tagalog word for "poop". Kuroko looked a bit conflicted, looking at you with suspicion.

"Hm... what does it mean?"

"Don't worry about it,"

"But I'd like to know what it means before I say it.." Kuroko said, taking a sip from his own milkshake.

"It means uh... flower,"

"You already taught me the word for flower, (Y/N)-chan... it's bulaklak," you cursed at yourself.

"I can't believe you remember that..." you sighed, looking down at your drink in defeat. But Kuroko couldn't take seeing you sulking. It was just a silly thing after all... He can let it pass this time.

"Tae," he suddenly blurted out, looking at you with his signature poker face. You couldn't help but laugh, slamming your hand on the table and holding your stomach with your other hand.

"Now will you tell me what it means, (Y/N)-chan?"

"Pfft- nope!" you cooed happily. He just looked so adorable, saying that word... he might as well have said bulaklak and no one who doesn't speak the language would have noticed.

The greenette, though trying to learn your language, had a difficult time especially with all the conjugations and technical stuff that he has to learn. This was much harder than English, he decided.

"Your language is too complicated, nanodayo," he complained, reading off of a textbook on Filipino grammar.

"Says the one who has three alphabets and a million characters," you rolled your eyes, your gaze going back down to your phone.

"Hilig... mahilig... ganda... maganda..." he muttered to himself, trying to practice his pronunciation.

"You're doing really good, Shin! I'll uh.. teach you an easy saying in Tagalog so you can get your pronunciation better," you suggested, a sinister plan in your mind. Midorima sighed and faced you.

"Say, maliit titi ko," My penis is small. You did your best to hold in your laugh, though knowing that the opposite of the phrase is true.

"Ma... maliit.. titi ko," he tried to imitate you as close as possible, actually concentrating on what he was saying. But you burst out in a laughing fit, tears forming in your eyes from laughing too much.

"What?? What did I say, nanodayo?!" he hissed, panicked as he saw your reaction.

"Hahah-! You just told me that your dick is tiny," you giggled, laying down on his bed.

"(Y/N)!!!"

He was practically shaking, standing in front of your house's door. Aomine put his hands in his pockets, trying to calm himself down.

"Calm down, it's just my parents,"

"JUST??? You gotta be fucking kidding me. I'm meeting your parents, how could I not be terrified??" he exclaimed, taking a deep breath.

"Do you remember the phrase that I taught you to use?"

"Uh...." you rolled your eyes in annoyance. Of course he wouldn't remember. So you decided to get some revenge.

"Okay, repeat after me. Hayop kayo," you said, slowly pronouncing each syllable for him to understand. Your face was awfully serious for teaching him how to say "you guys are animals".

"Hayop... k-kayo..." Aomine repeated, nodding to reassure himself.

"Okay. Okay, I can do this," he said out loud, you already laughing in the inside. You rang the doorbell, and soon the door opened to reveal your mother. Clearly Aomine panicked, because he immediately bowed at her, shouting the phrase you just taught him.

"Hayop kayo!" he said, then looking up at your mother. The woman, knowing your antics, glanced over at you and turned away to try to hide her laughter.

"What?? Why is she laughing?? What did I say?!" he asked immediately, standing up straight and looking up at you. You burst out in laughter, falling to the ground.

"You just called my mom an animal- pfft hahah!" you laughed, Aomine seething in anger.

"You-" he stopped himself before he cursed in front of your mother, who finally turned to the two of you with her face red from laughing.

"Cmon you two, there's food on the table already. Eat," she said, ushering both you and Aomine inside their house.

Your blonde boyfriend wanted to go with you grocery shopping, as he had nothing planned for that day. You told him it was a Filipino grocery, and he was curious about it and made him want to come even more. So you two entered the grocery, Kise's eyes sparkling everywhere.

"This is so cool ssu~! I've never been to a Filipino grocery before!" as always he was making a scene, immediately rushing to check out some of the things that they were selling. You chuckled softly, following him and letting him explore like a kid on a playground.

"Hm... I want to be able to talk to people in Tagalog. (Y/N)-cchi, could you teach me a phrase that I could use?" he asked, looking over at you. But you had a different idea.

"Alright then, I'll teach you how to say good morning." you said, and he listened intently.

"Mabaho ka." you said slowly so that he would understand it.

"Mabaho ka. Well, that's easy," he said proudly, smiling brightly. You bit the inside of your lips to keep yourself from laughing. That phrase really meant "you smell bad".

Kise went over to a random stranger who was clearly Filipino, and waved at them brightly.

"Mabaho ka!" he said cheerfully. Much to his dismay, the stranger gave him a weird look and walked away hurriedly.

"(Y/N)-cchi! They didn't like me ssu!!" he whined, rushing over to you and hiding his face in your neck for comfort.

"Pfft- maybe because you just told that guy that he smelled bad," you giggled, Kise pulling away from you with his mouth open wide in shock.

"That was mean, (Y/N)-cchi!!"

You introduced the purple haired giant to a few Filipino snacks and sweets, and naturally he was enjoying every single one of this.

"I like this one. What's it called?"

"Halo-halo,"

"Mmh.. and this one??"

"Bibingka,"

"This one's another rice cake too, it's so yummy~" he cooed, pointing to a few of them.

"Yeah, these ones are rice cakes. Called puki in Tagalog." you said with a small smirk. That word meant pussy.

"It's so good! I love puki so much. Puki is my favorite," he cooed with a satisfied smile on his face, eating all the food that was in front of him. You couldn't take it anymore and burst in a fit of laughter, slamming your hand on the table.

"Huh? Why is (y/n)-chin laughing at me..?" he pouted, putting the fork down.

"Well Atsushi- you see... puki actually means pussy. I was teasing you," you giggled, looking at him. Murasakibara on the other hand pouted, using his arms to block your reach off from the food in front of him.

"I'm not going to share with (y/n)-chin anymore..."

"Atsushi-kun I'm sorry-! Pfft-!"

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[6okuto]

Hi love! Do you open req? I just want to req main 3 last legacy (if you want to include rime idm) with assassin mc?

M3 WITH AN ASSASSIN!MC

gn!mc | meoww. will probs not be doing much more LL in the future unless it's. modern au? didn't realize how much my brain would struggle. woah. i forgot most of the plot ..lol.. if my characterization is awful Don't Look At Me. 😁🫥

anisa

this a Morally Complex Situation.

i imagine this pair would have the most to work through. like it'd have the most tension at the reveal of mc's job because of anisa's job, seeing herself in them, etc. etc. especially if they've built some sort of relationship/trust at this point .

^ because well now there's questions of why did they choose to stick with her rather than the others. what do they think of her, do they have ulterior motives, etc etc. and i'm Sure this will come up with the other two, but i see it the most emotionally hard-hitting in anisa's case :')

though as anisa's route continues and she's thrown into a position of really questioning loyalty, rules, etc. mc is probably one of the best people who can offer a thoughtful nuanced take.

Something Something, finding out the LoS is her father, choosing to believe in and support her, anisa opening up. something something joke about going after him for her while both knowing it'll be anisa's choice what happens something something

wow sorry but in a world where LL. was here. and anisa had the time to develop and accept(?) mc's career properly (Sorry.) i think she'd want to know more about it. maybe when she's looking for help and mc would be able to share not just advice but the story behind it

on a lighter note :) again,, in the Good timeline where we've gotten canon development for both of them,, i do think anisa doesn't let the whole "i'm / i was an assassin, i'm fine" thing slide if mc tries to brush off her concern. like sorry, are you not victim to basic needs and exhaustion be serious

also ! think of the strategies they could come up with ! both of these people bring knowledge and so many skills to the table. I'd trust them with an important mission🤷🏻‍♀️!

she knows they're perfectly capable of taking care of themself and vice versa, so it's heartwarming when both check on the other. so real

sage

under the assumption that mc would hide their career, the M3 treat them as an average person. but sage is perceptive, and would probably pick up on minute details that'd tip him off that mc is more skilled than they let on

externally internally says i knew it when he inevitably finds out. maybe not that they were an assassin, but someone definitely trained

just to make sure there's a little angst(??) for all three! sage is a smart guy! he is!! he'd be suspicious of mc if the m3 find out early on and they haven't developed a strong relationship.

mc and sage not trusting each other, not sharing info either to break that ice, sage wondering why they'd choose to stick with him, etc. he manages to make some kind of flirty joke the first... meeting? after the reveal, but they both know they're watching each other LOL.

anyways. hey guys. at some point when that trust is built,, no amount of deadly energy will stop this man from flirting. "are you my assassination target? because i really want to take you out." sage my brother in christ you would be the target

sage asks where they learned everything, why, when, etc. but he understands if they try to evade his questions. if/when mc does open up about it, he listens intently and tells them that hey,, it's not like he's going to just Hate/stop caring about them

there's always a base level of concern since sage, evidently, hates the idea of anything bad happening/losing them, but he's still aware and grateful that he can trust mc to take care of themelf !

god. assassin!mc giving sage a look when he tries his whole isolation, working alone thing. you and i are Both experienced with this so try again.

felix

being an assassin is a very different career path than a barista like lets be fr.

mc so easily lies about working and making coffee and awful customer experiences when they first meet that when they show they're capable of taking down an enemy,, felix is like ? have i greatly misunderstood the job expectations of a barista ?

being both trained as an assassin and in magic by felix is a stacked deck (theoretically if things go well.) and while the skill set isn't really the same, mc's ability to pick up on things, focus, etc. is definitely applicable in their lessons

necromancy and assassination go two opposing ways tbh if u think about it. but both end up with Complicated (nonexistent?) Relationships With Others, so he can sympathize in that way

but also it's still. different. felix does find himself wondering what kind of people they've been assigned, whether asking would be rude, whether that should Really Be His Main Concern considering his company, etc.

if they've spent enough time together, he trusts that they have no ill intentions toward him at least. and a guy's got to appreciate promised protection

and does he want to know the kinds of people they've assassinated ? maybe. yes. intrigue. he shares magic and stories from astraea for tidbits of mc's career. depending on who exactly their targets were, felix is about to become very knowledgeable on some of earth's politics and figures

also would mc's stealth and stratagem come in handy for ...pranks and evasion... Who's to say? felix might,, if the opportunity arises. probably after they use it against him. smth smth you and stella teaming up against me smth smth

[d-nessi]

A/N: OOOf that Chapter gave me a hard time cause I'm so inexperienced in writing really cute fluff (even after 10 years of marriage😅🫣 well never wrote it down lol) BUT I think this is a good start for now.

minimum of swearing, also lots of fluff, loveydovey aaaand yes kissing.🥰

word count: 2,3k (welp these chapters getting bigger)

Proofread? : I tried but as always I'm german so...you know ;)

use of HE/SHE

Again the Name of this Chapter is from the song covered by the daugther of craig mazin, jessica mazin! Absolutely beautiful🥰😇

(This is not my YT Video)

Chapter 3

♡NEVER LET ME DOWN AGAIN♡

sweet...not too sweet...I slowly take a deep breath and open my eyes dreamily. Totally blurred with fatigue I feel only her soft hair and I immediately realize what is happening here.

I look down directly into the face of Bella, arms wrapped around her and our bodies so close that not even a needle could fit between us.

Silently I just enjoy every second, not that it's over too quickly.

What are we actually? Friends? Lovers?

Bella moves a bit, hums a little and just continues to cuddle with me, unaware that I am not her pillow. I smile while my heart probably wants to kill me from stumbling and I gently caress her cheek.

She is so sweet....simply everything about her is so sweet. Her fawn eyes, her smile and when she laughs it's so incredibly infectious.

Lost in thought, I look at her and I am miserably aware that I am in love with her. I never want to leave her side. I am aware of that but her?

Too big is the fear that something comes in between or she does not share all these feelings with me.

Stillness?

Is useless because even without words it is obvious what's happening here.

Impossible to get out of there today without an ultimatum. Either my heart will be broken or I will have achieved impossible.

We were just 2 girls in a bar and now I'm lying here with her...she absolutely clueless...yet.... Bella's hand moves to my upper arm gently grips and slowly opens her eyes.

Here we go....

"HUGH!?!"

Other than expected to startle, fall down or hit me in the face was her first impulse to hide her face in my chest which doesn't make the whole situation much better. The heat rose in her face and her breath became faster.

"Bella?" I mutter while trying to get away from her rather unwillingly.

"Bella!?! hey..h..hey breathe!"

Her breath is like that of a marathon runner as she continues to cling. "ssshhhh....oi hey it's ok it's just me. You had a nightmare and I thought I'd keep you company."

Her breathing slowly calms down a bit and she sits up without looking at me. I regret it, after all I didn't want to scare her.

"I didn't mean to catch you off guard I'm sorry" I say sincerely.

"It's ok, I...better make breakfast now. I have an appointment with my manager later to prepare everything for tomorrow. I'll book us a single suite, they are always free" She stands up and smiles at me.

"Thank you for taking care of me" She blushes "I liked that...." and she goes into the bathroom to freshen up and make breakfast.

"She liked it...."

My cheeks burning, while my heart beats again in the wrong rhythm and as if that is not enough there is the tingling again.

Sitting at the table I look at my breakfast. "Aren't these suits expensive?" I asked curiously.

"Please don't worry, my manager will take care of it. I invited you so it's fine." We finished our breakfast and did the rest of the things that were important.

*NEXT DAY AT THE AIRPORT*

Rain pours down on us as we arrive at the airport. We finally find our plane which will fly us to New York.

From there we change planes and will get to Calgary. It is getting colder and colder and in Calgary there is probably already snow.

Bella sneezes.

I can clearly see the bags under her eyes. She must have hardly slept the last night. "Make yourself comfortable we have an 11 hour flight ahead of us." She says and yawns.

"Are you tired? You're welcome to sleep. It's still the middle of the night anyway," I look at her, scrutinizing.

He lies down while I order a drink. 11 hours caught, miles above together with the love of my life who still not broke my heart.

She seems to have fallen asleep quickly so I sit down next to her and watch her shallow breathing.

That's a good girl.

Another panic attack wouldn't be so good up here. She sleeps so peacefully so quietly that I hardly notice that I am also drifting off to sleep.

While I slip down more and more without noticing it, Bella snuggles up to me again. I freak out for a second and just let it happen.

Cuddle my head on hers, grab her hand and stroke my thumb gently over the back of her hand.

Her lips draw a small smile on her face.

Fuck........

how much I want to kiss these. Our bodies are so close together that I can literally feel his heartbeat.

For a second I don't think and get so close to her with my face that our noses touch very gently. She sleeps so deep she doesn't even notice.

My whole body feels almost numb It makes me mad to be so close and yet so far away from her. I didn't realize how much my frustration had built up and tears were coming to my eyes.

I don't wanna hurt her...not again.

Bella opens her eyes but this time she just looks at me, feeling her breath makes me super excited.

My body is so fuck'n ready to kiss her releasing all the tingling. As if she internalizes me she blinks a few times trying to close the gap, but turbulence makes our lives hell when we both hit our heads.

I swear I must have a pact with the devil himself. I am sure that our lips have just touched, even if only delicately.

"fuck this stupid weather almost scares me!" I groan and sit up while rubbing my forehead.

"everything okay with your forehead?" she looks at me and also holds her forehead.

"yeah it's fine" I smile briefly and just throw myself backwards on my back.

He looks at me, hesitates, but I feel his body against me again very carefully and with deliberation. Bella plays with the thread of my hoodie and then looks up at me.

"have you ever been to New York?"

"no, only England was my only destination" I say and gently stroke her back. Oh man my heart-doctor is going nuts if my heart doesn't calm down soon. But I love it, the tingling, the goosebumps and Bella....

Actually now would be a good time to say what I feel but I don't want to ruin this one moment.

After all, we still have a few hours left and damn it, I just want to spend them with her! I cheekily tickle her back and promptly get the answer.

"HEY!" she giggles so sweetly and suddently gently bites my arm.

Gaaawd I love her big smile especially when she gets excited. No matter which interview she held together with Pedro I always had to grin wide when she laughed.

"bella..."

"mmh..."she murmurs and snuggles closer to me while tenderly stroking my arm up and down.

"what the hell are we doing here....? What does that mean?"I close my eyes.

"That we're friends and killing time...?" she says playfully with an almost ironic smile.

"Liar...." I say barely audibly and hug her tightly. Everything feels so perfect right now and I can feel exactly that her heart also needs a doctor for God's sake.

Please...never let me down again.....

The rest of the flight we spend with cuddling and just enjoying each others presence without talking much.

It felt so magical and I know that won't be all. Anyway, I will make it clear to her what I feel. I already know when...

***NEWARK LIBERTY INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT***

Huge crowds, tall buildings and an incredible amount of lights even in broad daylight.

I feel like I'm in heaven. "I've never been to New York. "I can't get out of my amazement and look around as if I had landed on a foreign planet.

Bella smiles and stands right in front of me. "So we have exactly 12 hours to get on the other plane. You want to have a look around the city?"

"yeah absolutely of course!" I'm getting way too excited while looking arround.

There are advertisings from the current shows THE LAST OF US also other super popular series like House of the dragons.

"you once said in an interview that you watched House of the dragons".

"yes i did, it was great" she smiles

"but no Game of Thrones"

"yeah I just can't see Pedro's eyes being squeezed out" she looks at me mischievously.

"I already know where we are going to look first so come on" she moves on with a confident smile.

I giggle "As you command, your Queen and Highness of Westeros," I say as I bow and stifle a laugh.

"If you don't want to be beheaded right away, follow me immediately, you despicable yeoman!"

I didn't expect that, so I look at her in surprise as I stand up straight again. "Dude I thought you were going to hit me, instead you turn me on".

This time it was Bella who was not prepared for my words and now stands there completely perplexed.

"Bella? Bella Ramsey!?" ... "it's the Ellie from the new show! wow!" People are coming closer and closer to us with their mobiles in their hands.

"BELLAAA!!!" people start to freak out sure we are in New York and there is a higher volume of people.

At first Bella smiles but as fast as the people approach us the more nervous she gets.

"come babe" I grab her hand, pull the hood of my hoodie over my head and just run.

Not just anywhere no...to one of the first places we were going to. after a short sprint and completely out of breath I ask the cab driver if he can give us a lift.

Luckily he can give us a ride and before we know it we are there. When I wanted to take my hand to me, Bella just grabbed it again and lightly pressed it shut. I first look at my hand and then into her eyes. She is obviously smiling happily.

I quickly gave the driver his money and we got out. There it is...The figure standing on a massive pedestal made of a copper shell that stretches on a steel framework in the right hand a gold-plated torch. The Statue of Liberty.

"wow even from here it is really huge" even Bella marveled.

"crazy..." here I am standing on American soil, the Statue of Liberty in front of me, and that together with Bella. That it has come so far I would never have thought but fate means it exceptionally times well with me.

Bella is still looking at the statue without knowing that she is the main attraction here.

Hardly people around us I just grab her hand, pull her to me and without wasting time our lips meet. Everything around us becomes surreal almost empty and at the same time it is as if a bomb has exploded right next to us. Her lips are so soft and tender without resistance.

I more or less detach myself from her lips and look at her silently without even the slightest hint of an expression.

"Friends huh..." I whisper. She didn't resist the kiss. Question answered I thought but hell was I wrong.

The complete answer still comes as she takes my face in her hands, still hesitates a little but finally fills the space between us. This time our two lips are completely in harmony, clearly more demanding and greedy. God how I hope that is not just a dream.

My heart prepares to stop while Bella's breathing gets out of control. We involuntarily and breathlessly break away as we look into each other's eyes. Face to face pretty close I can feel her fast breaths on my lips and the heat.

I bite my lower lip before I lose control not to kiss her once again. "I'm leaving the friend zone," I whisper, barely audible. "fuck" I can't and just steal another kiss from her, she totally melting into it.

Finally, Bella made a sound, but not the one I expected. A soft sigh. She seems to enjoy it. We disengage again, and as we do, I look at her seriously. "You have no idea how big my crush is on you" I take a deep breath and gently grab one of her hands.

"Y/N...." She looks at me lovingly with her red cheeks. "you were just a girl in the bar. I knew WHO you were and I was a fan of yours before...I admit that, but I never thought this would happen. for real!"

She looks at my hand and thinks what to say. "Normally I avoid all the fans, you haven't given the impression that you want to jump on me" There it is again, the sweet smile of hers.

"I wanna be your Lover for the rest of my life!" I speak softly. "I want to be the one who protects you, accompanies you to all possible interviews to stand by you. want to hold you tight whenever you have another nightmare. wake up next to you every day and punch everyone in the face who gets too close to you.

Maaan Bella looks so happy. She hugs me and burries her face in my neck. "you are the cutest I swear!" She mumbles in my shoulder, realizing how people starts looking again.

"we should go" She says shortly and grabs my hand. "I don't care what people saying" We ignore all the people and walking to the different places like coffeeshops and a few other sights until the time comes to go to our next plane.

A/N: Things getting interesting. So If I am done with the whole plot I will be open for requests of yours.

Also smut will comming in the next 1-2 chapters. I will clearly mark that part in chap if some of you don't want to read that and just want to skip.

For more Chapters, stories and more just look at my Masterlist ♡

[d--dandelions]

tagged by @chaos-monkeyy and @cordeliaperry for what i didn't initially realise were two separate ask memes 😂 thank you 💛

i'm gonna merge them both into one big list so this is going to be enormous, sorry in advance 😂🙈🙈 edit: it's horrifyingly big, i had to hide it behind the cut for everyone's good

1. when did you post your first ever fanfic?

july of 2020

2. first character you wrote for:

jaskier XD who i have since written. lots. for. 🙈

3. main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

i feel very unequipped to answer this one XD

4. character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

....same with this one XD i have a couple of thronebreaker wips and haven't written for that before so let's go with that

5. fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

picture me looking awkwardly between my quiet ao3 and my tangled jungle of google docs in bafflement

6. platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

i simply Have Not done that XDD 🙈 i don't tend to read/watch a lot of romance-heavy stuff outside of fanfic and so fic is basically my one outrageously sappy outlet and i take full advantage of that

7. romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

...see previous fandom question 🙈

8. your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

watersports

omorashi

wetting

can we all just pretend we're shocked? XD

9. your current platform where you post your works

'tis i

10. snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

oh no, the thing i'm bad at 🙈 have a unpolished bit of radskier from right at the beginning of that free-use fic

He felt loose and liquid. Something in the wine, maybe. Or, more likely, in the time spent beforehand, with Radovid laying him down on the cushioned table and readying him. Loops of soft rope, wrapped to display rather than confine and, finally, a band of thin leather wrapped around the base of his cock, enchanted so his own pleasure didn’t get the better of him too early.

meme the second:

How many works do you have on AO3?

i've got 15

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

47,634

3. What fandoms do you write for?

so far i've only written for the witcher and sga but who knows what the future holds 👀

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

poached, reunion, got you on my mind, hold that thought, distractions

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

oh absolutely every time!! putting fic out there is vulnerable and terrifying and it means the world to me when someone takes the time to comment 💛 and, having been on the other side of it, i know how nerve-racking it can be to leave a comment 🙈 so even if it takes me ages, i like to say something back and let them know they're appreciated

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oh god XD maybe this one? i'm a sappy fuck

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

....pretty much all the others XDD due to aforementioned sappy fuckiness

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i don't think so, at least, no one's ever put any where i could see it. i think i tend to fly pretty under the radar in fandom spaces and i normally stay in my nice damp niche

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

fuck yeah 😏😏 although i often lean more into kink than outright smut 🤔 it's all horny shit, which is what counts XD

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i haven't yet!! maybe someday, although i think i lean more fusion than crossover (disclaimer: i have written neither XD)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not as far as i know

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

that's another no

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

i have not, i'm not sure i'd be any good at that XD

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

i have never and could never be able to choose 🙈

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

hmmm, i try to leave my options open and never fully count out a fic 🤔 but there's more than one i kind of lost confidence in and am now too scared to open the google doc for 🙈 sigh

16. What are your writing strengths?

i don't think i can answer that

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i sort of mentioned this before but i think a lack of confidence? sometimes, often, i talk myself out of a fic before i've really given it a try, or i get too bogged down in self-doubt and end up struggling to get any of the actual writing done. double sigh

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

hmm, it's never really come up for me. i would say, unless it's a fictional language or a super common, easily translatable phrase i'd probably avoid outright writing in another language unless i could check it with a native speaker. just in case 🙈

19. First fandom you wrote for?

the witcher <3

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

i think i'm a little biased towards my first published fic? just because it was huge for me to finish and post something and i'm still amazed i pulled it off XD🙈🙈

[lailyn]

A Face In The Crowd, Chapter 5

"How are you feeling?"

Loki took a sip from the cup; it was black and cold and tasted like it had been brewed sometime in the last century. "As vile as this coffee."

Vincent grabbed Loki’s chin and flashed his pen torch into Loki's pupils. 

"Hey!" Loki pulled away, squeezing his eyes shut, but the test produced its desired effects; the fog in his head cleared instantly, and the clarity nearly made him drop the cup. 

"Pupils are equal and you're pretty lucid, so." Vincent stuffed his penlight back into the pocket of his coat. "Looks like the sedative’s cleared out of your system. Does the room still feel like it's spinning?"

Loki shook his head. "I'm fine."

"You were saying some stuff," Mobius said.

"I don't remember," Loki answered glibly. 

“You sure? You sounded pretty upset,” Mobius said, exchanging knowing looks with the doctor.

Loki shrugged, merely tipping his cup in Vincent’s direction. "Surely his computer's captured everything. Check the records."

"Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," Mobius murmured. 

"Wrong bed, wrong timeline," Loki sighed, rubbing a tired hand across his forehead. "Wrong bloody universe." 

He peered out of red-rimmed eyes. "What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn't you be researching on clever ways to track my evil doppelganger down without losing any more of your precious men?"

"Look, Loki, I know I've said some things…" Mobius began hesitantly. "I wasn't being fair. What happened wasn't your fault."

"Come now, Mobius. Of course it was my fault," Loki said, his voice steeped in exhaustion and sarcasm in equal measure. "Everything is my fault. Something goes wrong in the world, you better believe Loki's got something to do with it."

Mobius let out a frustrated sigh. He dug his hands into his pockets, but said nothing further.

Vincent took that as a sign to take over. "Can we save the lover's spat for later, and focus on our next step?"

He afforded neither of his companions opportunity to interject, launching instead into a rundown of his previous discussion with Mobius.  

"Where would you go? If you were on the run and looking for somewhere permanent?" Vincent asked. "You don't look like the nomadic type."

Loki hung his head low. There was no point fighting the truth of who he was, or rather, what he was. "Somewhere cold."

"I thought as much," Mobius said, dividing the folders and handing a third to Loki, then another to Vincent. "Let's get to work."

An awful pot of freshly brewed black coffee later,

"What are some of the coldest places on Earth?" Mobius flipped through the pages. "Antarctica? There's the Mount Erebus disaster of 1979."

"Would you choose to hide in a plane that is fated to crash?" Vincent asked Loki.

"Not…if there are a million other apocalypses to choose from," Loki said. "And Antarctica is a walk in the park for humans now. It's the last place I'd choose for my safehouse."

Vincent was suddenly struck by an epiphany. "Everest." 

"Everest." Loki began to nod. "Yes, Everest would work in my favour, definitely."

"What about food?" 

Loki shrugged. "Plenty of meat up there. Mount Everest is the world's highest open graveyard." 

Mobius and Vincent looked identical, how their aghast expressions mirrored each other's. 

"I'm only joking," Loki protested. "I took down a steppe bison with my bare hands when I was barely out of childhood." He licked his lips at the memory. "It was delicious."

"I'll have to take your word for it," Vincent said. "I'm a vegetarian."

"Just when I thought you couldn't get any more dull," Loki muttered under his breath. 

"Settle down, you two." Mobius tapped the butt of his pen on the table rhythmically. "Right. If we're going to send you to Everest, we have to make sure you're fit to go."

"Oh, I'm fit, alright," Loki said. "My brother may have been built with more muscles than a man could possibly have, but I have an advantage."

"And what advantage is that?" Vincent asked.

"An infinite capacity to surprise," Loki retorted. He directed his next question at Mobius. "So when am I going?"

"Hold your horses, Bear Grylls," Mobius said. "We’re talking about opening a time door right at the top, where I assume the Variant's going to be. That's what, thirty thousand feet above sea level?"

"I think I'll be fine, Mobius. Did I tell you about the time Thor and I sneaked into Jotunheim and faced off with a horde of giants? Stop fretting."

"I'm not fretting. I don't fret."

"Settle down, you two," Vincent murmured. "In this case, I'm afraid Agent Mobius might be right." 

Meeting Loki's defiant stare, he elaborated, "Without prior acclimatisation, if the cold doesn't kill you first, acute pulmonary oedema sets in and you drown on dry land in no time." 

"How much time?" Mobius asked.

"If you were human?” The answer came to Vincent surprisingly easily. “Thirty minutes tops. If you go unprepared, you'll likely go into shock within minutes. The conditions up there are horrendous, believe me."

"Why does it sound like you're speaking from personal experience?" Mobius asked in awe. “No. You’ve actually conquered Mount Everest?”

Vincent froze, the sudden blanching of his face so dramatic Mobius straightened in his seat. "You alright, Doc? You look kinda spooked."

"Just a rush of deja vu." Vincent visibly shivered, as if to shake off an invisible weight. "I get them sometimes."

"It's the music," Loki deadpanned. "Too much music isn't good for you."

"It helps him work," Mobius said helpfully. “The louder it is, the better."

He watched critically as Vincent poured his fifth cup of coffee for the day and downed it in a single gulp. "Maybe you should take a break. You've been working non-stop since…you know, I don't actually know. I've never seen you not at work."

"Speak for yourself, Agent Mobius," Vincent snorted, some colour already returning to his face. "Now, let us resume our brainstorming session. To put your mind at rest, I propose an experiment."

"What kind of experiment?" Mobius asked warily.

"We put Loki in a temperature chamber and subject him to a high altitude simulation test," Vincent said. "It's a controlled environment, so it's totally safe. Our aim is to know more about his physiological adaptation by the end of it. More specifically, how long we can expect him to last up there."

“It’s not as simple as you make it sound, is it, Doctor?” Loki asked, his eyes narrowing. “I can see it in your face.”

"What is it, Vincent?”

“There is a catch," Vincent said reluctantly. "He’s…going to need his magic.”

“Ravonna’s not gonna go for that,” Mobius argued. "She's the only one with the authority to deactivate the magic limiters in this place."

“I know,” Vincent said. “Which is why we’re going to need your help. And your charm. Flattery usually works.”

“Why me?” Mobius whined. “Why don’t you go talk to her?”

“Hmm. I could, but I don’t think we’re comfortable with the ninety nine percent failure rate. She doesn’t like me very much,” Vincent said. 

“She likes me even less,” Loki quipped. 

“You’re not part of this conversation, sweetheart,” Vincent said sassily. “Though I’m sure you love the idea of getting your magic back.”

“Only for the duration of the test,” Mobius growled. “Right, Doctor?”

“Of course,” Vincent agreed emphatically. “So you will talk to her?”

“I will talk to her,” Mobius sighed unhappily, resigned to his fate. He stood up. “Wish me luck.”

"You're going to talk to her now?" Loki asked. "Didn't you just get a bollocking from her not too long ago?"

"I might as well get all the bollockings out of the way," Mobius smiled bravely, "That way I get to sleep better at night."

Vincent waited until Mobius was out of the room, before turning his attention to his patient once more.

"Speaking of sleep, what did you dream about, if I may ask?"

Loki grew instantly wary. "Why? Did I talk in my sleep?" 

"You were calling out for your brother."

A horror like Loki had never felt before seized his senses. "No."

"A couple of times," Vincent said. "I have a recording if you want to see."

"Oh Norns..." Loki groaned, burying his face in his knees. Of all the things that had tried to kill him, embarrassment might be the one to do him in in the end.

Victor looked down at the back of Loki's head. "I am not trying to be…unkind."

Loki mumbled, "Next you will tell me that dreams are a gateway to our subconscious, bla bla bla balderdash bla.”

Vincent pursed his lips to stave off the itch to smile. “I was going to say that dreams are windows to our multiversal selves, but yes, what you said has some truth to it, according to psychologists."

Windows…to our multiversal selves? 

Loki raised his face slowly. "Where did you learn that?"

Vincent's face was a blank slate again. "Learn what?"

When Loki did not answer, Vincent probed further, "Is this about your dream, the one you said you don't remember a thing about?" 

"Dreams," Loki said. "There were…multiple."

"Were they good dreams?"

Loki's throat dried, just as his eyes watered against his will. "They had my brother."

"That explains why Thor's name slipped into our conversation a couple of times," Vincent said. "I did wonder why. You never once mentioned him."

The burning question Loki had been dying to ask spilled out of his mouth. "Doctor, have we met before?" 

"I…don't know how I should answer that." Vincent blinked. "Which you, with which me?"

Loki stared at him for a long time, before breaking eye contact. "Forget I said anything." 

Vincent wanted to ask more about what he meant, but for the second time that day, a sense of impending doom took hold of him, stealing the breath right out of his chest.

“Do you think I’ll ever get my magic back?” he dimly heard Loki ask.

Vincent waded through the watery, boggy muddle of his mind, and Stephen answered.

“Someday we will.”

[pippin-katz]

Dragons Love Gold Teaser

Hi, I'm back again to say that yes, I am still working on the 10+ drafts I have of Merthur one shots, and a couple of them are getting close to being finished. However, it is impossible to estimate how long they are going to take, so I'm dropping a snippet of one of my WIP stories here for you guys to enjoy!

When the fic is finished, you'll be able to click here for the link.

Click the keep reading divider to read the excerpt below! I hope you enjoy it and feel free to share your thoughts/predictions! :3

Dragons Love Gold (Excerpt)

Summary: Merlin successfully rescued the dragon's egg from the Tomb of Ashkanar and brought it home to Camelot. Now he has to figure out the next steps of hatching and raising a baby dragon, while also keeping the egg's existence a secret from Arthur, who definitely notices his strange behavior.

He stood off to the side of the banquet room, dazed. He couldn't focus on anything. All he could think about was the egg waiting for him in his room, and the tiny dragon inside it. It felt like something was pulling at him. The way he was feeling somehow reminded him of his mother. She was always so worried, so focused on his needs rather than her own. Merlin noticed the similarities and wondered if he was developing maternal instincts for the egg.

Merlin drifted between the tables. His body moved on its own out of routine as he absentmindedly filled goblets. He was so zoned out that he nearly spilled the pitcher while pouring wine into Arthur's glass when he spoke. "What is wrong with you today, Merlin?" he asked, making him jump. He eyed him up and down, eyebrows furrowed in thought. "You've been acting weird since this morning. Well, weirder I guess."

"Sorry Sire, I think I'm just tired," he replied. He offered an unconvincing smile. The king scowled now, evidently not approving of his response. Merlin swallowed nervously under his scrutinizing gaze. "Would you like anything else?"

"I'd like if my servant was honest with me," Arthur said. Fear dropped like a stone in Merlin's stomach as he silently watched the king. He took a sip from his now filled goblet. He looked annoyed and suspicious as he set it back down, glaring slightly. "Because he's definitely lying, and I expect him to tell the truth if he doesn't want to be given double chores tomorrow."

Merlin swore in his mind. As much of a dollophead Arthur could be, he wasn't as oblivious as he seemed. He could always see through him when he was upset or troubled. Just tell fragments of the truth, he thought to himself. Then you won't be lying, and he won't pick up on it.

"Sorry, I have a lot things on my mind tonight," Merlin said honestly. "Gaius and I were trying to find some information this afternoon. We were scouring through books for hours, and I honestly feel like my brain is going to explode with the amount of information."

Every part of his statement was true. He held Arthur's gaze, firmly standing his ground. He had no reason to hide; he hadn't lied. The king inspected his face some more as he took another sip from his goblet. His piercing eyes stared at him over the rim of the cup. Merlin was honestly starting to turn red for entirely different reason because of the intensity of how Arthur was staring at him. He willed the warmth that had filled his cheeks away, hoping it wasn't noticeable to the man sitting in front of him.

"That doesn't surprise me considering how small your brain is," Arthur finally replied, returning the goblet to the table.

Merlin rolled his eyes, but his shoulders relaxed. He didn't bother with a retort. He was too tired, and he wanted this feast to be over so he could return to the egg. Flashing an offended frown and huffing, he turned and returned to his work.

The rest of the meal passed by in a blurry haze as he made his rounds. Merlin had to hold back his elation when Arthur announced he was going to retire for the evening. He handed off his pitcher to another servant and followed closely on his king's heels as he strode out of the room.

Once within his chambers, Arthur motioned for Merlin to help him prepare for bed. He tried not to show his impatience as he helped him out of his armor, chainmail, and fine clothes. The king then disappeared behind the changing screen to remove his breeches and tunic. Merlin retrieved night clothes and hung them over the top for Arthur to put on. He bounced on the balls of his feet as he waited for him to reemerge, heart beating a bit quicker with the anticipation of returning to the egg.

The sky he saw through the window was already dark. All he needed was Arthur to dismiss him for night; then he could get the egg, and take it with him to call Kilgharrah. Merlin zoned out, staring at the abyss that coated the city. Stars were beginning to poke their way through. The way they sparkled reminded him of the egg's exterior.

"Could you put out the candles, Merlin?" Arthur said, though the manservant was too much in thought to hear. "Merlin!"

The increase in volume and sharpness of his voice broke him from his trance. He whipped his head toward him, freezing as he tried to think of what he had said. The king stared at him expectantly, but Merlin's mind was blank, too full of plans for the egg to register what he'd been told. "Sorry, what?" he asked, smiling bashfully in a way he hoped as charming.

"Gods, your name suits you. You have the attention span of a bird," he said exasperatedly. He spun around and tossed himself onto his bed. "I said could you put out the candles? Honestly, do it quickly, you seem to desperately need sleep or something. You're even more annoyingly absentminded than usual."

Merlin didn't need to be told twice; well, told three times he supposed. He hurried his way around the room, blowing out all the candles. He managed to bump into the table with a muffled curse. A snort came from the bed where Arthur was laying, but the manservant stubbornly ignored it as he left the room. The door shut behind him a little too quickly for it to be considered normal, but Merlin frankly did not care.

He hurried down the castle corridors. He moved as fast as he could without breaking into a run. Gaius was awake when he got back, but he was in his nightgown and preparing for bed. The old man looked at him expectantly. "I know you're going to talk to the Great Dragon this evening about the egg, so be careful," he told him with a nod.

"Yeah, I always am," Merlin rushed out as he walked past him to his room.

There was doubtful grumbling from the physician that he couldn't make out. He tuned it out as closed his bedroom door behind him. The egg sat where he left it, glistening from the moonlight beginning to shine through his window. Merlin sighed happily as he moved forward. He slid down to his knees to be eye level with the egg, reaching out to put his hands on its sides. The familiar feeling of warmth flowed from the shell to his hand.

Merlin slowly stood up and scooped the egg into his arms, cradling against his chest. He felt his heartbeat match against the faint one beating within the egg.

"I can't wait to meet you," he whispered to it.

[elpida]

Freeing... what an interesting thought. What was it in this world, that felt freeing to her? She felt most free when she on the rooftops, tiptoeing in her secrets, hearing the whispers of those below, when it was just her, slate and the moonlight above. Years ago she would've made an excellent spy for royalty, that sort of thing.. but she was just a very good assassins, if not the best. She could nimble, could climb any building, get into any property because someone was always stupid enough to leave at least one window open, or stupid enough not to check that they were locked, even in winter. She could be in, a body left dead, and out, before anyone even knew she'd been in a mile radius. That is what felt freeing, doing what she was good at, the excitement that came with the thrill of it all, the ease of knowing nobody was going to slip away into the night quite like she did, so in the end after a few moments of er eyes being glazed in that thought, she just huffed a bit of amused air and smiled, ever so slightly.

"Well incase you've not realised, I'm not exactly someone people are desperate to talk to either.." she gave that look, the side eye. "I know what they all say, the rumours about me... don't really care for them either but I think I'd rather be known for being bitterly honest, than being a liar just to make friends." who ever needed them anyway? bitterly honest was the perfect way to describe Eris anyway, she didn't lie, she'd tell you the hard truth straight to your face and with little remorse because what was the point in lying? What was the point in pretending? Cruel, was the most commonly used word people whispered about her. Cruel and never gave very much away about herself either. "That implies that you think I have best days." came with the small raise of her brows. "Oh, you just wait, I'll find something." because as sinister as her real job was, not the cover, she was equally as good at finding dirt on people. "Spicy?" she did laugh heartily at that. "Oh god no, especially not in the work bathrooms." she grimaced. "I just want someone who can make me pancakes, that'd do. Hopeless at making them myself."

He wasn't as.. well awful as she thought, at first when they'd both stayed here and behind she thought it'd be the most unbearable time ever but it was far from that. She actually thought he was okay, and okay happened to be a big deal in her books. "Promise just, don't stay out there too long okay?" her eyes peered outside with so much concern that she tried to bury down, but she'd admitted that storms, even the kind of snow and not thunder and lightning, weather itself on the more extreme side, made her uneasy... partly because she remembered being a little girl, left alone in a run down, dirty flat.. whilst her parents either rolled around completely high, too high to provide the basics of caring, or out having a good party, too drunk to make sure their daughter even ate. Every storm that rolled around, every harrowing whistle of wind was met with Eris hiding under their kitchen table. There'd not been anyone there to go brave the storms for her and that type of unease had remained with her, even after all these years. Funny, what the mind chose to remember, whether you wanted it to or not.

She paced, waiting for him to come back inside, kept her legs moving but the moment she heard that front door click again she moved to the front door and took the duvet draped around her and put it completely round his shoulders instead. "Did it work, did you get it working?" her hands tentative in the way she rubbed up and down his duvet covered arms. It was almost sweet how she.. tried to do what she'd seen people do in movies when someone was cold or had faced snow.

"How does it feel like?", Matt repeated her question, a kind of far away look in his eyes. She had asked so innocently, yet so curiously that he failed to bring himself to feel annoyed by it, like it would've happened if it was anyone else. As it turned out, Matthias didn't like to talk about his life from before - when he had it all, literally. It only made him think on the fact that right now he had none of that. And it wasn't a thing the man ever wanted to dwell on. "It feels like you can do anything in that moment and it still wouldn't matter in the grand scale of things. And it also feels... freeing. Fear never used to paralyze me, not when I was up there. It did the opposite - kind of set me off, do you know what I mean? Have you ever felt this unnatural excitement that nothing else in the world could compare to? And only one thing is capable of giving it to you. Nothing else. So... you end up doing it again... and again and..." Again, until it wasn't him that died, but his best friend.

Pressing his lips one against the other, Matthias shook his head. Eris' words indeed caught him off guard - to say the least; suddenly, he worried that this was going down the wrong path way too soon, because of course she knew what his past was - everyone at NASA did, it was never a secret. Not to mention it had made the news too. Maybe there was a slight chance that she was just fishing for more information, that she was pretending in order to gain his trust, his closeness, and that just didn't sit right with him. Or... like she herself had stated, maybe she thought that Matthias too was another closed off individual like herself and that could bond both of them. Honestly, the man failed to decide which of the two possibilities was scaring him more. "Bearable?", the man let out a chuckle, squeezing her arm softly. "You haven't been around me long enough then, if you think I'm bearable. Have you noticed that no one talks to me all that much?" He just didn't give them the chance, of course. Why would he? "There's a reason for that." And yet his eyes looked at her not with sharp coldness but with softness. "You surprised me there, I won't lie... Eris. But I'm not sure you'd really want my company, even on your best days." If her laugh was surprising, so was his when it followed. "Okay, okay. Try and dig something, let's see what you find. There will most definitely not be any hooking ups in the bathrooms, that much I can tell you. Sorry, if you're looking for something spicy."

When she shuffled away from him, for a moment Matt hated it and wanted to make her to come back. Maybe having another warm body next to his wasn't all that awful of a thing. Maybe, secretly, he was as lonely as she was. But that desire slowly passed, just like it had appeared. The man nodded once, stiffly, then got up. "Don't worry about me. I'll be right back. Promise me not to get out yourself." Allowing his hands to touch her shoulder, soon he was pulling away, step after step going away from her.

No matter the unnatural warmth that the alcohol was still providing him with, the cold outside felt like a slap across his face. For a moment too long Matthias just blinked, the cold icicles hurting every inch of his exposed face, until the discomfort was so huge that he had to act and push through it. At least one good thing could come out of this, because the moment they had come inside, his eyes had landed on whatever was supposed to be their generator; now, under so much snow, everything looked so different but it still wasn't enough to make him completely disoriented. Heading to the right, his feet practically sinking into the soft snow, Matt tried to keep his thoughts in order, despite the roar in his ears. The box covered under the snow hurt his fingers the moment he tried to open it, the chill spreading faster and faster. People knew what they were talking about when saying that the cold was the quick way to sober someone up, because by the point he got it to open, his mind was as painfully clear as it could get. Turning his back to the storm, Matthias tried to force his eyes to focus on the half-frozen mess of cables in front of him. The good news was that it seemed the generator was almost full and the only problem were a few cables that were torn out, probably because of the vicious wind from earlier. The very small toolbox he had carried with him had everything that he could need, so in a few more moments battling with how numb his fingers were getting, Matt was hopefully sure that some of the power was back. Cursing slightly a few times under his breath before closing the generator, slowly the man started to make his way back, right before the sky above started to get even more darker.

[earthtooz]

in which the (sexual) tension between you and hawks is not good for either of you. (SFW POST AND BLOG!!!!)

do not read if under 16 😁 or do but like don't let me know / alcohol mentions, very harmless jokes about stalking and being a creep / gender neutral reader

it's with a heavy sigh that you regard the people at the bar, scanning the crowd whilst fixing the shirt you were wearing. it was hard to act nonchalant, not whilst hawks' inescapable gaze has not diverted from you this entire evening.

you know it's not because you still somehow manage to meet his eyes every time despite being on the other side of the bar.

this was not the way you wanted your night off to go, forgoing your duties as the ninth ranked hero in favour of overpriced drinks and bad company.

the bad company being hawks, because what business did the number two hero have in a downtown bar such as this one? and his presence was the last thing you needed tonight. what you needed was to forget about the disasters and pressures of the world and none of them were being alleviated.

as you finish up your conversation with the pro-hero you were currently talking to (you didn't care to remember his name. something about a... weapons quirk? he was ranked 60-something right now, not too shabby of a number), you excuse yourself, paying your bill to the bartender.

as you shift up from your chair, you don't forget to shoot hawks a gracious view of your middle finger before manoeuvring around the tables to take your leave. groups of people seemed to silence themselves as you stalked past.

diverting from your usual path home, you finally address the looming shadow flying behind you, "don't you have patrol? taking a night off to let the night-owl wild?"

upon your declaration, a familiar winged hero lands in front of you with a handsome smirk on his face.

"who said i was taking the night off?"

you huff and now that he was standing under a street lamp with actual light rather than the hidden corner of a bar, you notice that he was indeed, still in his hero getup.

"me. who patrols in a pro-hero bar and stares at one person the whole time?" you raise an eyebrow at him, "if i didn't know better, i'd think being a creep is a hobby of yours."

you brush past him whilst saying the last part.

his footsteps can be heard behind yours, "i stare when i like what i see-"

"-like a hawk?" you snort.

he lets out something between a groan and a sigh. "yes. like a hawk. only cause i can't let someone as pretty as you leave my sight now, can i?"

you almost lost your composure for a second, flustered by his bold compliment.

hawks and you were the only heroes in the top rankings list that were somewhat similar in age, both fresh in your early twenties, it'd be ignorant to say there wasn't some sort of magnetic energy between you two. was it attraction? competitiveness? you weren't too sure.

you huff, crossing your arms to retaliate, "now that sounds like stalker behaviour."

"you really know how to ruin the mood."

"maybe you should try harder to set it then."

he rounds around to walk in front of you, "considering you were just talking to a nobody hero, i didn't think you'd be this ungrateful to have a big shot like me."

"pfft, growing a big head now are we? who are you trying to talk yourself up to, winged fool," you begin before crossing your arms over your chest, "besides. i had a good time talking to that hero tonight except your staring kept making me uncomfortable."

at the mention of the stranger, hawks stops in his tracks, visibly tense as he tries to hide the contempt in his expression only to miserably fail.

you don't miss the way his golden hues darken slightly.

maybe this was the distraction you needed in order to help with the stress.

you take a step closer to him, "can't believe i had to walk out on a perfectly good guy because another pesky one couldn't keep his eyes to himself."

he stares you down with an intensity like no other.

"i'm not so sure it was worth it, so why don't you show me otherwise?"

patrol ended early for the local winged hero that night.

[lexinympho]

Worth the Risk

Kuroo Tetsuro x gn!reader

Summary: You and Kuroo have a long talk about confessions in the calm ambiance of a cafe.

WC: 1.9k

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, slightest bit of angst, a lot of dialogue, confession, roommates to lovers

A/N: Okay ngl I prematurely posted this but it's more or less done. I wanted to do something better than this (and certainly shorter, this was supposed to be a short drabble, not a nearly 2k word fic)

"What do you do when you like someone but aren't sure if you should tell them?"

You paused in the middle of biting your sandwich to look up and raise an eyebrow at Kuroo's sudden question, though it's not quite as sudden as it could've been since the guy's been in his head all day and clearly mulling over something (you figured it was pertaining to school though based on the beginnings of bags under his eyes). Putting your sandwich down at the heavily inquiring look Kuroo's giving, you glance around the moderately filled cafe for a second to think before you ask in turn, "Why would I be unsure about telling them how I feel?"

"Well obviously you don't know for sure if the person in question likes you back."

"I beg to differ, I know when someone's interested in me," you said confidently.

Kuroo placed an elbow on the table to prop his head up and said with a layer of doubt over his words, "Is that so?"

"What, you don't believe me?"

"It's not that I don't believe you, but you didn't believe me half the time whenever I told you someone in class had a crush on you. Especially that one guy-"

You crossed your arms and countered somewhat defensively, "He was just really good at hiding it. And it's not like we ever talked enough for me to pick up any dead giveaways until he suddenly called me to the schoolyard." The smirk you received from him enticed you to roll your eyes (all while ignoring the arrhythmia said smirk caused in you) and reel the conversation back to his initial question, "Whatever. I get what you're saying, but I don't think uncertainty is a good enough reason for not confessing."

"Not everyone is as confident as you," he commented as he reached with his free hand for his coffee.

"1, you asked me what I would do. And 2, I wouldn't call it confidence but rather...boldness?" You take a second or two to gather your thoughts and properly explain them as he sips, "Of course I'm not going to be confident in the outcome of things, especially on the off chance that I'm in the dark about the other person's feelings, but I'd prefer to confess despite any fears or insecurities of mine."

"So you'd do it even if it seems like you're about to be rejected?"

"Yeah actually."

"You're weird," Kuroo chuckled out as he placed his cup down.

"You're weird. I can do what I want with my feelings, and if I want to tell someone I like them, then I'm doing it."

He let out another small laugh before his gaze drifted to the window you're both sat by, asking a bit somberly afterwards, "Even if they don't seem to like you back?"

"Even then." Your voice remained resolute but softened around the edges at the slight change in his atmosphere. Your food has been long forgotten, but you pay no mind to it as your knees graze his under the table. You push down the urge to hyper fixate on that to ask, "Are you indirectly asking me for advice or something?"

"...Maybe." His visage is neutral as he continues staring outside, but you swear his utterance of that single word held a teasing lilt to it when he dragged out the 'm'.

"'Maybe'? What, do you like someone?"

God yes. "I just wanted your opinion."

You acknowledged his answer with a hum and proceeded to study him for a bit before asking, "What about you?"

That brought his eyes back to you.

"Would you be able to confess when all the odds are against you?"

"Depends, I think. I can kind of understand your logic of speaking up with or without prior knowledge. It's more or less a roll of the dice and hoping they'll say 'yes' or preparing yourself for that 'no'. But...I don't think I could do it if I know they like someone else."

(You don't catch the underlying implications of his last sentence.)

You both sat in silence to let his words digest as the bustle of the world around you runs in the background. It's not uncommon that you find yourself having deep discussions like this with him, be it in the enclosed spaces of your shared apartment or waiting in line for tickets to a film, but your roommate of 5 months has been bringing up the topic of love more than usual recently. There are a number of possibilities you can think of for his interest, one glaringly obvious one you aren't quite ready to look at right now, but you decide to leave your analyses for later and address what he just said. "I think that's all the more reason to say something."

You laugh out loud at the expected look of bewilderment Kuroo gave you.

"Look, I'd honestly be afraid of rejection no matter what, but I'd feel better in the long run knowing I was honest with them and myself most importantly. There's only so much lying and hiding I can do before it starts to feel redundant and unnecessary."

"You'd seriously tell them how you feel at the risk of losing them? Even if they like someone else or they're dating?"

"Yeah actually. I know my logic sounds weird, but as I said before, I don't like being untrue to myself and those around me. Besides, I like the certainty of knowing whether or not they'd reject me, or if they'd still be in my life after that. I'm not gonna live the rest of my life with a bunch of what-ifs floating around in my head."

Kuroo took a few seconds to throw another question at you, "What if they change their mind about liking you, but you already moved on?"

"...It's just how things go unfortunately. But I'd probably come around if I waited a bit instead of moving on. Y'know I don't catch feelings easily, so I think I'd play the waiting game without trying to." You finished with a casual smile and asked, "Anything else you want to know?"

"Not really," he said while leaning back in his chair, "now I know you have an all in mentality when it comes to love."

"You need to have that mentality, love's all about taking chances at the end of the day. It's scary laying all your cards out, but it's worth it because you know you at least tried." You finally bring your attention back to your plate you've been craving all day, "Now stop asking me questions so I can finish eating."

(You're so into your meal that you don't notice his gaze linger on you.)

Kuroo said nothing after that, opting to do the same since you've both been sitting here for quite a while now, though it's not like either of you have places to be today. Small talks transpire as you two finish eating and make your way out the cafe after playing rock-paper-scissors for who'd leave a tip, and they continue on the way back to the apartment. They probably would've kept going on had you not grown restless from Kuroo's oddly distrait disposition.

You stop walking alongside him and ask, "Okay, what's up?"

He poorly feigned nonchalance with a stiff expression when he turned your way to simply say, "Hm?"

"Was that game of 20 questions your way of psyching yourself up for a confession? Or is it some roundabout way of asking me if I like someone?"

"Well now that you bring it up-"

"Hold on, why should I tell you? You didn't tell me if you like someone when I asked."

"I said I was just looking for a second opinion!"

"You didn't say those exact words! And that's not a yes or no!"

"I dunno!"

"Liar." Your frustration is quickly simmered by how flustered he looks trying to talk his way out of it and you find yourself failing to fight off a grin. The list of reasons you considered for his string of inquiries is being shortened by the second and you had to prevent yourself from zeroing in on two particular options in favor of saying, "There's no way you're gonna ask me all that stuff and expect me to believe you don't have a crush."

Rather than refute your statement, he places a hand on the back of his neck and leads with his own question, "Would you say your rationale of handling confessions is the best way to go about confessing?"

The murky swirl of hope and dread constricting your chest made you miss that little nervous tic of his you'd typically point out in your head. You tried to conceal your conflicting emotions by keeping an upbeat expression and saying, "It's just my opinion, it makes more sense to me than whatever cliche bullcrap we see everywhere."

"You're got a point..." Kuroo trailed off before he simply stopped walking alongside you, leading you to do the same with a look of confusion sent his way. It's not until now that you see the tips of his ears burning crimson with the apples of his cheeks tinted similarly. You'd surely feel heat emitting from his face should you so much as hover your hand near it.

When the thought of caressing his jawline unwillingly crosses your mind, you rock back and forth on your feet while averting your gaze to the cracked sidewalk beneath you. "So," you force yourself to break the silence and ask the big money question with a steady voice, "who's the lucky one to be the object of your affections?"

(This time, you catch him take a breath and glance at you from the corner of his eye to gauge your reaction.)

The 6 foot man pauses to formulate his answer and says lowly, "You."

Your head instantly whipped up from the sidewalk and you ask, "...Wait what?" He spoke so quietly that you aren't sure if you heard him right.

A sigh leaves his nose when he brings himself to look you in the eye determinedly yet nervously and say, "I like you."

Oh.

The arrhythmia returned tenfold, this time accompanied by a rush of warmth.

"Oh!" You get over your stunned silence fairly quickly and ask with a giddy smile, "You really did all of that to lead up to a confession? Actually what was the point to all of that?"

"Well if you said you wouldn't be the type to tell someone how you feel when they don't like you then I wouldn't have said anything!"

You started back walking as you responded, "Pfft, you really just took advice, huh? And who said I didn't like you back?"

"Huh? W-Wait," he called out as he caught up with you, "what about Makoto?"

"Mako-who?"

"The guy from uni!" He waved his hands about for emphasis as he added on, "You literally have a class with him and we haven't been hanging out much outside of the apartment because of how busy we've been lately."

"Just because I've been seeing him more than you doesn't mean I like like him. And for your information, he wanted to hang out today, but I cancelled so we could go to the cafe."

"...Oh."

"'Oh' is right you dork," you said as you bumped hips with him. "If anything, I thought you liked someone else-"

"Excuse me!?" he barked out an offended laugh.

"I didn't want to assume-"

"I asked you out on a date today-"

"You didn't say 'date'-"

"And you called me a dork-"

"You are a dork for using the most elongated strategy to confess!"

You don't know when Kuroo slipped his hand in yours during your lighthearted banter, but you allow yourself to take pleasure in the feeling that small action caused to stir in you.

Comfort. That's what it is.

That's what you neglected to tell him, that more than any amount of boldness or believability, you being comfortable with any outcome that involved the one you like is ultimately what gives you all the courage you need. You'll tell him later when he needs to hear it, unlike now where he's so high on cloud 9 that any signs of school life weighing down on him at the start of the day are hardly there now.

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I was very hesitant when he picked me up at the nightclub. I could feel the disappointment and outright hostility from all the women and a lot of the men as the God walked up to me, started to make out, and then asked if I was up for some fun. That's what you get away with when no one ever says "no" I thought. With his incredibly handsome face, black hair, and athletic build that was probably not a word he was used to hearing. It would be impossible for him to know I was into guys, and coming on so strong could land you in hot water or rather knocked cold on the floor. Turns out he could know, and there was more to him than just utter handsomeness and unparalleled confidence. Way more.

It was back at his place he asked me if I could look like someone else, who would I pick? That's a game I've played many times before, so I instantly knew to answer Marco Albieri, the soccer player. He raised an eyebrow, took a step from me, and asked me why. "I don't know what it is about soccer players, but something about the game makes their bodies stunningly handsome. And Marco is just a step above the rest." He smiled a bright smile, made a dramatic gesture, and I was Marco. Looked exactly like him at least. It took me a moment to even realize what had just happened, but I could see myself in the full-length mirror. Or I couldn't, I should say. I saw Marco Albieri in full Paris Saint-Germain F.C. game kit. Mesmerized I took a step closer to the mirror, and Marco on the other side of the glass stepped closer as well. I looked just like him, my wettest, wankiest dream. I'd come so many times to exactly this fantasy. There was even a sheen of post-game sweat making all the skin glistening in his hallway designer lights.

He approached me from behind, still handsome but now by a much narrower margin. "You ready to fuck?" I didn't even answer but just turned around and kissed him. He wasn't shy in grouping me back. What followed was the longest fuck fest I've ever been part of. We went from room to room. It was like this body had limitless stamina, though it was the body of Marco after all, but an insatiable horny lust as well. Perhaps he had that too. It wasn't until early morning I fell asleep next to him, exhausted.

It was almost noon when I woke up, disoriented by everything. It was like it wasn't until now the craziness and impossibility of last night hit me. I could see Marco Albieri in the mirror at the other side of the bedroom, without shirt, and the most unkempt hair I had ever seen him with. I knew for a fact the secret hairstyling trick was body fluids. I suddenly felt very uneasy and exposed. Vulnerable even. I was here on vacation. How could I leave if I didn't look like my passport? How could I leave this building looking like Marco? There would be fans stopping me instantly. What the fuck am I thinking about? I'm erased from the world. No one I know, no one in my family would recognize me. Could I convince them I'm me and not a millionaire soccer player? Perhaps. But my life would be so complicated.

That's when he lazily strolled into the bedroom, completely naked showing off his chiseled body, one mug in each hand.

"You did this! How the fuck did you do this? You can't leave me like this!" "Morning!"

He handed me one of the mugs. On reflex I took a large sip of coffee only to discover it was red wine. It took me by surprise and I almost sprayed his white sheets with red mist of wine, but instead got some down my lungs and started to cough.

"Is this really the best you can think of?" he said. At first I had no idea what he meant. Then, still coughing, I realized it was my body again. The one I used to fly here, check into the hotel, and go out to nightclubs with.

"I... It's awfully inconvenient if I tried to leave with a different body." "That's it? That's the only reason?"

I felt stupid and unsure what to say. I liked my body, so why was it so hard to defend it? He took a large sip from his coffee mug of wine and climbed into bed next to me, but standing on his knees looking down on me.

"When's your flight back?" "Eh, in... On Sunday." "Plenty of time to let loose. How about going to the beach like this?"

This time I noticed the shift. The bed sagged down a bit under the extra load and I didn't even have to look in the mirror to see the freakish muscles. Two huge chest muscles peeked into my field of vision, and moving my arm I could see it was thicker than what my legs used to be.

I felt light-headed as we walked down to the beach. Probably the wine. He was subtle and classy, black Nike sneakers, black boardshorts, and a white T-shirt. I was anything but subtle. Probably twice his mass, annoying flip flops that flipped and flopped every step, white compression shorts that looked blindingly bright against my deep tan, a purple thong that peeked up over the rim of the shorts by the hips, visible because the neon yellow tank top was cropped above the belly button to show off the abs. The stringer waved for every step as my obscene pecs push out the yellow fabric like a hanging flag. It touched my body in surprisingly few places. Top of the traps and the nipples more or less.

After spending a few hours getting everyone passing by on the beach to turn their heads to observe the freak show he asked me to play floatation device for him. We went out in the water and did our best to have sex just outside where the waves broke. I think anyone who paid close attention could tell what we did, but no one could be really sure. He didn't appear to care.

"I made you something," he whispered. "What?" "A surfer," he said and begun walking towards the beach. As I wiped my long hair out of my face I understood he changed me again. No more shaved head, no more enormous meat slab. I still had a six-pack, I was still 6'-something, and my skin was deeply tanned, but that's about where the similarities ended. "Why?" I asked as I lied down on the beach towel next to his. "First dive bar opens soon, and I thought this would play better to the crowd." I was feeling woozy. "We want to play to the crowd?" He reached over and squeezed the pec closest to him. "Well, make them jealous at least."

There was something nagging at the edge of my thoughts. Some question I felt I needed to ask. I just couldn't quite put it into coherent thought.

"Did you drug me?" He made a high-pitched "Mmmm" sound. "Just a bit. To fit with the rest. Just go with it."

I shut my eyes, relaxed, and let his hand stroke me. I don't know how long we lied like that. Not too long, because the sun hadn't moved that much, but I sure did dozed off.

"Come on!" he said, like it was asking me to hurry up for the third time. A bit confused I got up from the beach towel. I wore a pair of eye-popping turquoise board shorts with black pattern and trim. Neon turquoise, if such a color was a thing. I knew it had a real trade name, but somehow it kept slipping my mind. They had a good fit, not loose, not tight, but rode low on my lithe body. Fuzzy pubes peeked out over the waistband, like a little forest edge where the treasure trail from the belly button ended. I looked around for a shirt or something to put on, but there was nothing except for a pair of flip-flops. These didn't look as cheap and fit much better than the previous pair though.

"Is that it?" I asked incredulously. "What more do you need?" he said, and looked at me like he wanted me for dinner. "Come!"

The bar wasn't far away and already busy when we arrived. He almost danced in, basically dragging me in, holding my hand. I was woozy from whatever I was drugged with, but in a way that made everything look amazing to me. In any direction I looked I was delighted by what I saw, no matter how mundane. The bar was not even half full and everyone looked as relaxed as you would expect from a bar half a block from the beach, though no one else was bare-chested. The decor was a random mix of styles, as expected by a dive bar. Tables for two or four were lined up in front of the bar at the back of the room. From a backroom somewhere behind it pumped music. I looked at my watch to see if it was already dance time, but I was only wearing a red nylon cord as a bracelet.

"You must be thirsty after a day in the sun," he said and handed me an Aperol Spritz. I could have sworn he hadn't left me for the bar, but then I didn't really trust my senses. We took a table for four and sat next to each other, facing the rest of the room. "So, tell me about your day," he continued, as if he hadn't been there for all of it.

For whatever reason I found it hard to figure out where to start, like it was all jumbled together despite nothing of consequence had happened. I began to describe how I had woken up in bed and how he surprised me with breakfast. How I had mistaken the red wine for coffee. I could feel his hand moving down my abs and into my board shorts. As he pulled out my erect cock from the shorts my immediate thought was of surprise. I hadn't realized I was hard. I continued to talk about how we went to the beach, while he was jerking me off with one hand under the table. It then hit me that I had no idea what my dick looked like, if it was big or small. I had never seen it. He had transformed me somehow into this surfer. How could I have forgotten something so monumental.

At that point I shot my load under the table. Four or five large pumps. I was suddenly aware again that there were people around us, and looking around tried to figure out if any of them could see I had my dick out. At the same time I was still feeling high or whatever it was. "I'll get a refill," he said, stood up and headed for the bar. I decided to put my dick back into the shorts.

"Hey, dude. Is he like your boyfriend?" someone standing next to me asked. How long had he been there? He was handsome, not quite as tall as I was now, but more muscled. The tight billabong shirt didn't hide much. "Him? No. We just..." I was trying to think of a good word. I wasn't sure what he was, or what was happening at all really. "Wanna check out the dance floor?" "Yeah... Yeah, I would."

I followed him towards the bar, and away to the side into the dance room. It was far from packed, but we were not alone at least. Immediately I regretted following him there, even before he started moving to the music. Once he did I knew I would look silly. I started to mimic his moves best I could. He smiled a crooked smile, though not an unkind one, when he saw what I was doing. He leaned forward and barely audible over the music asked "Are you up for a second round?"

"What do you mean?" I asked back. "I saw what that other dude did to you. I live nearby, if you want to try something that isn't over in minutes."

In the door opening I see him standing with two large drinks in his hands. He looks emotionless, which in itself was a scary contrast to how he looked before. He then drinks one of the drinks in one go, then immediately empties the other one as well. No sooner has he turned away with two empty glasses when I feel a desperate need to take a piss. He's fucking with me.

"Don't go anywhere," I say and dash towards to men's room.

It's empty. I go to the lone urinal and yank my dick out of the white thong. I'm confused, but happy I got there in time to relieve myself. Why am I wearing only a white thong to a bar? As the piss is streaming for longer than I can ever recall I look down my bare smooth legs and find a pair of eye-catching red hightops. When I'm finally done I have a look at myself in the mirror. Cute, young Latino boy with a red baseball cap on his unkempt hair, and a grey shirt. The shirt in a way makes the thong stand out even more and look intentionally inappropriate. Perfect!

I return to the dance floor and find the guy waiting. "There you are. Let's go!" he says, almost demanding. He doesn't say anything on the way to his apartment two blocks away. I keep looking his way, and it feels like my dick is growing bigger every time I look at those muscled arms. His pace is brisk without being conspicuous, he clearly wants us to get to his place as quickly as possible without being seen. In through an unlocked entrance, up two flights of stairs, and in through his apartment door.

As soon as he whisked me in and closed the door behind us he grabs me, shoves me into the wall next to us, and forcefully kisses me on my mouth. "You fucking whore! I'm so fucking horny you better know what you're doing."

He snores loudly again. I had tried to ignore it to spend a few more hours in the bed, but it's getting pointless to try to sleep any more. I carefully get up and get dressed. No need for a shower, now that everything dried. I make a final check I got everything with me that I brought in. There is that nagging feeling that I'm missing something. Well, whatever it was it can't be important. Quietly I exit his apartment and make my way out of the building. I feel restless being so quiet and calm, like it is unnatural for me to be that way. I basically explode in emotions as I exit the building and literally dance down the last few steps.

I try to think what to do next. My mind is like a spinning punch bowl of thoughts and I'm only able to fish out simple verbs. Party! Drink! Dance! Fuck! The sun is barely up, but perhaps I can find some nightclub still open.

[nightswithkookmin]

You asking the wrong question my dear

The bigger question is why the fuck JM NEEDs JK to answer his calls.

This not the first time Jimin been said Kook gives him chest pains over his texting habits. This is the first time he's acknowledged it affects him personally and directly and makes him see red in his eyes which damn bruh. Jimin is so relatable lmho.

Jimin when Kook leaves him on read

I mean we kinda knew though whenever he threw that Kook's texting habits is annoying shade that his chest was hurting.

It's the really woke jokers who claimed he wasn't talking bout Kook in those moments that I want to slap not you🤣

We talked about how cold avoidant Kook brought out the worst traits in JM in their early days. Kook drives him insane sometimes 💀

I like him but there's something about him I don't like🤧

CHEST PAINS.

I'm happy we can have this conversation now because this is a part of their dynamics people are so uncomfortable with.

Delulu Shippers wanna act like everything is ok with them they would come up with the most bizarre theories to convince themselves Jikook are perfect and nothing goes dark in their love story. They don't fight, they don't hit eachother's knee under the table, they don't hide eachother's pillows at night, or text girls to hurt eachother.

Then on the far end you find the solos and crazy people who all they see when they look at Jikook is the vitriol and ghetto- JK don't like Jimin, he abusing Jimin, Jimin only likes Kook as a little brother.

Between these two extremists I don't know which I find tolerable.

JIKOOK IS GREY. SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE.

As someone who's going and gone through a very tumultuous relationship I kinda have found a profound admiration for those two.

I understand better what JM means when he says he's lonely at dinner with Kook. My partner and I had a similar conversation recently and I told her the same thing and we laughed because I said if Army heard me say this to you even though we are a thing they would invalidate us and swear on their breath we were sisters.

Listen, when Jimin says he finds Kook not returning texts and answering calls annoying I KNOW EXACTLY HOW HE FEELS.

He's too mature cos my codependent ass would have called an ex to chat or started talking to the men in my dms out of spite. The best revenge is knowing they lost me rather than left me.

personally if I hit a friend up and they don't return my calls or texts- I barely even notice unless I NEEDED SOMETHING URGENTLY from them or unless I felt emotionally neglected.

So the question I'd ask is, does JM find it annoying because most times he just needs something urgent and Kooks inaccessibility becomes a hindrance to that or does Kook's action go to his emotional need as it hinders their chances for emotional closeness???

Does Jimin think Kook is reasonable?

I've been saying NO for a very long time.

NO.

All those theories of JM sides with the members over Kook because he feels Kook is unreasonable child like etc

All that theories over Kook feeling frustrated being viewed as childlike irrational impulsive by his own BF- yall listen. In my head I like my own perspective on Jikook.

Sticking by it.

If you have your own woke perspective I'm not into it. Will read it but prefer my own crazy theories. It's going good for me😫

the hill i will die on

JIKOOOOOOK

GOLDY

[a-court-of-messy-break-ups]

i know you're more into tamlin hc but could you perhaps do drunk!tamlin x reader drabble?

"What are you doing?"

Tamlin looked up from you small smile on his face as he sat at the edge of his office table, it was late when you decided to go out your room to get a snack only to hear things being dropped and broken from Tamlin's office.

"It was an accident?" he said–well asked as he continue to stare at you with a lopsided grin, you stepped into the room walking towards him as he stood up walking towards you as well, "Tamlin sit down," he whined trying to reach closer to you.

"Whats wrong?" you asked as he sat back down on the office desk, pulling you closer towards him you looked around his office still looked good minus the broken glass and pottery close to his current space. "My head hurts," he responded wrapping his arms around your lower torso.

"Thats because you drank too muc—" "It was one bottle." his voice muffled and slured as he looked up at you eyes dazed, "You're too pretty." he said, "It's not fair." you blinked confuse as to where this was comming from, "Yeah you're definitely drunk," he groaned pulling you closs enough to straddle him.

"I'm not my mind is just.... swimming." you grinned at this, "Swimming?" he nodded "In what? Alcohol?" Tamlin bumped his head on your abdomen having enough of this conversation.

"You don't understand my struggle, y/n." he grabbed your hand playing with it before placing it on top of his head, "Besides usually I'm a lot louder when I'm drunk," you played with his hair, feeling its soft tangles come undone at each stroke of your hand, he sighs against you "I think I have a problem."

"Oh?" you asked as you continued the action with your hands, "I think, I'm in love with someone but I don't know if they feel the same," your brows furrowed slightly hurt by that knowledge as he began to play with the hem of your night gown.

"And who exaclty are you in love with?" you asked, trying to conceal the waver in your voice. Tamlin looked up at you as his hands went lower down your hips pulling you to him so now you had him straddled completely.

"You." he said, burying his face under your neck. He smiled glad that he had finally removed that weight of his chest, now he was just waiting for a response, he kissed a certain spot before pulling away, not sure what to with your silence.

"Yup, you're clearly drunk–" "What?" he stared at you eyes furrowed as you tried to get off him, "Tamlin you're drunk, lets get you to bed—" "I confess my love to you and thats the first thing you tell me?" he said, hurt and offended.

Perhaps the confession wasn't enough? Did you want it to be done romantically instead, he'd thought if this was reaction was better than rejection but it wasn't.

"You're so cruel y/n." he said holding you in place, you paused as you looked at him "At least have the decency to reject me instead of saying– well that! It's offensive," his proclamtion made you slightly laugh which caused his brows to furrow even more "Y/N thats rude stop!" he shouted out, you looked up at him pouting as his face was filled with offense rather than sarrow.

This in turn made you laugh even more, he frowned at this "You're horrible," "But you still love me, no?" he groaned, embarrassed now.

"Tamlin?" you asked once you'd stop laughing, "What." he responded rather gruffly, "We've been married for three years," you said with a small smile, his eyes went wide as his eyebrows still furrowed.

"Thats– you're joking again aren't you?" you smiled at him, "Are you really denying your own partner?" he felt guilty as you pouted at him pretending to be sad, "Looks like age is getting to you, my love," his heart fluttered at the mention of his nickname, feeling all the more embarrassed.

"It is not! I'm just drunk." you giggled as he buried his face in your chest hiding his embarrassment from you, "So now you admit you're drunk?" you say as you played with his hair again. "Well I'd definitely remember better if my brain wasn't swimming." he huffed, "Right, in alcohol."

"Come on," you said prompting him to get up, "You're gonna wake up our child." Tamlin shot up "We have a child?!" you laughed again, "Goodness love, what exactly did you drink?"

[adecila]

Jonerys, #11 please

I combined these two for extra emotional damage you're welcome 🤗

10. Things you said that made me feel like shit

11. Things you said when you were drunk

"Because I'd rather have stayed dead than be this—a—Targaryen."

"You say it like it's the worst thing."

"Because it is," he snapped.

Dany flinched. "You don't mean that."

"I don't want it. Any of it."

"Not even me, you mean."

His silence was answer enough.

There was nothing left for her here. Her only family couldn't even look at her. This was never her home.

"I'll be gone on the morrow."

"Your grace—" she was gone before he could further hurt her.

She walked as fast as she could without breaking into a jog until she was out of the keep, not stopping until she reached Drogon. Before she took to the skies, she tasked the Unsullied escorting her to tell Missandei to start making preparations for their leave.

❄️🔥❄️🔥❄️🔥❄️

By the time she returned, the sun was already setting. Music could be heard over the din coming from the great hall. Dany hesitated in front of the door. Should she even pretend to care about appearances when no one even wanted her here in the first place?

She hid in the shadows, trying to sneak a peek inside. It didn't surprise her that none of her people could be seen. Jon sat at the high table, laughing with his sisters and some of his men. There wasn't even a seat saved for her.

She would have taken her son and left then. But too many people depended on her for safe passage back to Dragonstone and back to Essos—back home.

She took one last breath before she walked as fast as she could to her quarters.

❄️🔥❄️🔥❄️🔥❄️

It was twilight when she heard noises outside her door. She'd been awake all night, unable to sleep and unwilling to give in to the tears and let them fall down her cheeks, too afraid that once they started, she wouldn't be able to stop.

The voices grew louder. Concerned, Dany jumped out of her bed and opened the door.

A very drunk Jon was being held upright by one of her guards. "They won't let me through," he hiccupped. "I tried telling them who I am."

"And who's that supposed to be tonight?"

He blinked at her, as if her question had been silly. "Your nephew."

Dany looked behind him into the dark hallway. She didn’t trust anyone in this place.

"Come inside," she turned and stepped back into the room.

The door barely shut as his hand wrapped around her forearm to still her. Dany shivered at the contact.

"Where were you? I looked everywhere."

She snorted. "Does it even matter?"

"I was worried. I—I waited for you."

She turned to glare at him. "I can tell just how worried you were, laughing and celebrating in the great hall."

Jon looked chastised. "I don't want you to go," he said grimly, looking for something in her eyes.

She couldn't breathe. He didn’t mean any of it. He'd made it clear that morning.

"You're drunk," she looked away from him. Tomorrow he'd go back to avoiding her eyes, to hiding from her as if her very presence disgusted him.

She felt him step closer to her. "Please don't go," he whispered against her cheek. His fingers hooked under her chin to turn her mouth to him. "I want you to stay." He kissed her softly. "Please, stay," he asked again.

She fought so hard to keep herself together. But those two words had broken through all her walls. Dany closed her eyes as Jon kissed her again and again. She could taste the salt of her own tears on his lips.

For a moment she let herself pretend that he meant everything he was saying in his drunken state. That he loved her, that he didn't want to let her go.

That he could be hers.

She knew it then, that Jon Snow had completely ruined her for anyone else.

But Jon wanted none of it.

"Stop." Dany pushed him away with a sob. "You can't just say such things. Not after this morning. Not after everything you've done since we arrived North." She put as much distance as she could between them.

He stared at her, eyes glassy and lips swollen from kissing her. He almost seemed sober hen he sighed, almost resigned with his fate.

"No matter what I choose, someone still gets hurt. I don't want to choose."

"I'm not the one making you pick one or the other. I've given you everything." She wiped at her cheeks, even if it was pointless. "Yet somehow it's not enough."

"Dany, I—"

There was a knock at her door.

"Your Grace. The troops are almost ready."

"Come in."

Missandei looked surprised to see Jon there.

"Lord Snow was just about to leave," Dany barely managed to choke out withouther voice shaking.

Under Missandei's glare, Jon finally left. She couldn't get away from this wretched place fast enough.