#he’s dropping off his favourite son to start college

[fifthnailinstevesbat]

i have something i must say about these leaked pictures on the st5 set. steve is giving such dad vibes here and i’m actually so obsessed with it.

[gracewritesfics]

JEON JUNGKOOK SMUT

Jungkook was your family friend, son of your dad's biggest business ally. Both your families have known each other for years. You both met at every family dinner, festival gathering and parties. But all you both did was bicker with each other.

It all started when your dad made you meet him for the first time when he was eighteen and already helping in his dad's business but you were a spoiled brat. You spent your dad's money and did all the stuff you loved, and he was doing his business major while you did not want to do business, and chose the line for fashion. Your mom, dad did not like it. And Jungkook teased you about it.

You both started fighting over every little thing. He teased you about your stupid exes and he ate your favourite dish and finished it at a family dinner just to irritate you. He untied his dog in front of you knowing that you're scared of dogs and laughed while you screamed on top of your lungs as the dog did nothing but chase you around his garden.

It all made you hate him, so much that you always go against him in every situation and find ways to piss him off. Like spilling soup on his favourite sweatshirt and saying it was a mistake in front of the whole family. Prank calling him with your college besties and irritating him. Driving his car that he loved to death and scratching it against a wall, by mistake obviously. He hated you too.

But now you're stuck at a dinner not only with your families but other businessmen who your dads knew. And you were sitting beside Jungkook on the couch in the restaurant. You both were sitting close to each other and couldn't even shift away because other people sat there too. It felt like a big conference meeting instead of a family dinner.

You were supposed to be acting civilized because there were important people on the dinner table and your mom had warned you not to bicker with Jungkook or create any scene. Jungkook was probably given the same instructions because he was quietly sitting there.

The table was covered with a beautiful patterned sheet and dining. You put your elbows to the table as you heard everyone talk and you too laughed at their jokes. Jungkook sat there folding his hands over the table and he looked at you as you laughed.

"She laughs like a mare" Jungkook whispered to himself and chuckled wryly but you heard it and shot him a glare. But you looked away as you noticed your mom's eyes on you. And you ignored him. After a few seconds, his shoes landed on your feet as you wore heels and your toes got pressed and hurt under his heavy shoes. "What the-" you whisper yelled but stopped yourself gritting your teeth. But everyone was busy talking among themselves.

"Sorry, it was a mistake." He mumbled. "You'd never miss a chance to piss me off." You said. "No." He got on your nerves. Your toes still hurt with stinging pain and you lose calm. You poured a glass of water in front of you and dropped the glass on the table, the water fell over Jungkook's jeans and the rest on his shoes. "Oh, sorry, it was a mistake." You say as everyone paused and looked at you both. You gave him a fake smile and he returned with a chuckle. "Gwenchana!" He smiled. As everyone looked away he gritted his teeth and you both shared a fuming glare.

He got up and excused himself to go to the washroom and you bite back a smile. He shot you a side eye as he went. Later, he came back, his jeans had dried from the water but the wet stain still remained. "Looks like you wet your pants, jungkookie" You mumbled, chuckling a bit as he sat again next to you.

"Stop making fun." "Who started?" You glare back. "I just said the fact, that's how you laugh like a mare. And shoe one was a mistake, I apologised too." He said.

"I don't think it was a mistake. And your apology was fake, just like you." You bicker slowly so no one hears. "How to apologise then for real?" "By looking sincere, getting on your knees and rubbing your nose at my feet." You said.

"Do I look sincere now?" He made a puppy face, hella cute but it can't fool you. "No." You said. And he dropped his fork that was kept on the table. The starters were there and everyone was busy eating them or sipping soup. "Oops!" He exclaimed and slid under the table. He was on his knees. He tapped at your feet and you got a little startled.

You peep under the table and he sat there kneeling down and bending so his head doesn't hit the table. "What are you doing?" "I'm on my knees." He said, again with a puppy face. "Get out." You grit your teeth. "You don't want my nose to rub at your feet?" He asked. "NO! Get out!" You whisper yelled.

You wore a dark red, short dress that went a little up from your knees. You pulled it slightly down as he sat under the table. Next moment he picked up the fork and placed a hand on your thighs as support to get out from the table and you stare awkwardly at him.

The dinner was soon on the table and you begin to serve yourself from the bigger plate. "Serve me too." He said as you had a plate of sushi. "Help yourself." You said keeping it on the table. "No, you do it." He practically commanded.

"Jeon Jungkook, you don't have hands?" You mocked. "I do.." he said placing one hand on your bare knee as your dress was above it, and he dug his tiny nails on your skin, "but I want you to serve me the sushi." You did not want to create a scene as his hand pressed on on knee under the table so you did as he said, placing the sushi on his plate.

"Pour me some water." He said after sometime. "Stop ordering me around." You grit your teeth. "You're not gonna create a scene here and I'm just having fun for tonight, the rest of the time you act like a whining goat."

"You want fun? I'll give you the fun." You said still in a mocking tone. He arched an eyebrow but you said nothing. After a moment as he moved his hand to grab the water, you placed it away. Then you took the last sushi which he had wanted from long. Then you stomp his foot under your heels and he groaned. Everyone asked what happened he just said that the noodles were too hot and then looked at you, you were smirking. You continued to crush his feet under your heels and his white shoes got dirty as well. He looked at them and got furious.

He placed his left hand on your right thighs and grabbed you tightly. "Behave yourself, you understand?" "Or what?" You ask though you were not so confident. "Don't provoke me, girl." He said. "You're a dick." You whisper but he heard.

The next moment he slid his hand through the hem of your dress to your inner thighs and pinched you there. You whimpered slowly. The act was covered under the table. "You want it? My dick, don't you?" He asked whispering in your ear. "What the fuck you're saying and doing? Get your hand off me." Your conversation went in whispers.

You held his wrist as he slid his hand more towards inside and he caught you all wet, dripping through the fabric of your panties and his eyes widened. There was food in your mouth and you coughed and drank water. Everyone's attention was towards you for a while but he did not remove his hand. He started rubbing you instead. And you clenched your thighs trying to move his hand away but he's stronger than you.

"Jungkook, stop!" You whisper. "Your pussy doesn't agree with your words." He said as he rubbed you and your wetness continued to drip through your panties. "Get up, just a little." "Why?" You ask. "Just get your ass up!" He ordered in whispers. And you act like you're taking something from the table and move your hips up.

He grabbed the elastic band from the side and at once, pulled it down. You widened your eyes in shock and looked at him, sitting right back at your seat. He takes your panties completely off as it falls on the floor. He drops a spoon and bends to take it. He grabs your panties and keeps them inside the pocket of his jacket.

"Jungkook- ah." A sigh leaves your mouth as he shoves his hand again between your thighs parting them away. He rubs your naked clit and you can do nothing but bite back your moans and whimpering. He slides one finger inside you and you sit with a mouth full of noodles chewing them, to act normal.

"Mmhph-" you finally let out a sound. "It's delicious" you faked a smile towards the girl, who's daughter of Mr Lee, one of the business allies of your dad who sat just across you. The others again continued to talk as the dinner was done, still everyone remained seated. And Jungkook's hand did not move away from your pussy. He thrusted inside you with two fingers and you held the table clenching your fists for your dear life and purse your lips so as not to make a sound.

The conversions and the chatter was an exaggeration. Everyone just blabbered even though dinner was done. "Mom, dad. Y/n is not feeling well, should I drop her home in my car? As you all are probably gonna take some more time for the dinner." He asked.

"Oh, sure, if she's not well, drop her home. We might be late."

"Who's unwell?" Your mom dad heard too. "Y/n. Right y/n?" He gestured you to say yes with his eyes piercing through your soul. You nodded to your mom dad. "Yes, I'm feeling sick. I gotta go home." You said. "Oh darling, then go, Jungkook will drop you." Your mom said.

They trusted Jungkook very much and since their family knew yours since years, the trust had built so strong that they'd be at ease, leaving you with Jungkook alone, even for the whole night.

He had moved his hand away, it was so wet but he took his to his mouth and licked his two fingers he used to thrust you like he's savouring the last drop of a very delicious dish. This slutty man whore.

"Let's go." He grabbed your hand and took you to the lift of the restaurant. It was on 13th floor. The lift door cloosed and he pinned you to the wall of the lift, pressing the button to the underground parking. The lift took a little time to move down so many floors but you resisted him thinking someone might enter. And it happened.

The lift stopped at 6th or something floor and you pushed Jungkook away from you. He stood straight. Someone entered in the lift and it closed and went down to the parking. He looked at you all the while smirking at the way you stood, clenching your thights and pulling down your dress, cause your panties rested in his pocket.

Finally you both get out and he took you to his car and started the engine, he took his car out the parking and into the roads. He drove a little away from the posh area of the city. Yours and his mansion was far away from the main city and so on the way it was usually the woods and empty highway roads. He took the car there and pulled over on the side of an empty road.

"Get to the backseat!" He ordered. And you do so from the middle space of the driver's and passenger's seat, you jump back on the backseat of his car. There was enough space in his Mercedes. He locked the car from the inside completely. The windows were tinted, so no one can see what's going on inside.

He came back too and grabbed your waist and began to kiss you. Like a wild beast, like he's been starved forever. And both of yours lips moved in rhythm as he played an r&b music in the car. He sucked on your lower lip and you nibbled on his upper one. Your tongues fight with each other for dominance but he wins pinning you down the seat.

He placed his knee in between your legs and does them apart. You moan and whimper just with his kisses. "You can scream as you want darling, no one can hear you except me."

"Jungkook.. you.. what are you doing?" You ask breathing heavily. He moved his hand up your thighs again and rubs you and thrusts you all over again and you moan loudly.

"Is it not clear what I am doing?" He thrusts his fingers deeper inside you, two of them. In and out, back and forth, deep and on surface again and again.

"But.. we're... we are enemies." You said. "You crossed that threshold tonight, darling. And as much as I hate you, I want to fuck you senselessly in this car right here. So bad that you can't move until monday." He said. It was a friday night.

"I hate you, asshole." You say out loud. "but you want this don't you?" He asks. You say nothing. "Tell me or I won't touch you again. I will drive you back home and drop you there alone for the rest of the night."

"No. No. Please. I mean. Do it. I want it." You speak. "Say clearly babe. What do I do? What do you want?" He asked.

"Fuck me. I want you to-" he cut you off as he kissed you hard attacking you with his tongue.

His hand one on your neck, held your face and the other inside your pussy. He sat up on his knees after a few seconds. "Unbutton my jeans and undo the zipper." He said. You did so. And his big, huge crotch that was suffocating beneath the denims bulged out. "Pull it down." You pulled the jeans along with his underwear down and you gasped at his big erection. You place your hands on your mouth.

He chuckled loudly. "Are you scared babygirl?" He asked in his hoarse voice coming near you in your neck.

"No." You say out of fake confidence. "You can take it? Right?" You gulp down looking at his dick again.

"Yes." You say. He lands in a kiss again .He pulls your dress off of you and unclasps your bra in one go. And gets on top of you, body over body. "Spread your legs, wider." He said grabbing your thigh and you do so. He rubbed the tip of his erection on your cunt but does not put it in, teasing you. Then he chuckles like an idiot when you throw you roll your eyes. He keeps teasing you, grinding himself on your thighs but not doing what needs to be done.

"Just put it in and fuck me, will you?" You said out of frustration. "Desperate enough?" He asks, smirking. You scoff. "Say, please." "No.." you glare into his eyes. "Then I won't -"

You cut him off begging him and holding his length in your hand trying to get it inside. "Please.. please just do it!"

"Good girl." He smiles and thrusts it inside you, in one go. He pushes in deeper and then takes it back slowly, "You're on birth control, aren't you?" He asked. "Yes!"

"Okay, tell me if it's too fast or too rough." He says and then catches up a pace thrusting in you, and moves faster and faster as you moan. "Is it okay or should I go slower?" He asks. "Jusk keep going, ah..!" You request.

The car shakes as he keeps grinding his hips, diving in deeper inside you and despite the music the slick sounds of your moans fill the car. You're lying there, a beautiful mess that he created.

"Grab the hand door handle. It's locked safely." He says, turning you around so he can fuck you from behind and you arch you back and grab the hand door as he slides inside you from the back. "Aaah! Jungkook- I.. I'm gonna.." you manage to speak between your heavy breaths.

"You're gonna ruin my back seat, aren't you sweetheart?" He asks. "That's what you care about?" You turn your head and shot him a look while he thrusts in deeper. He grabs your breasts and pulls you back towards him, tossing you over his dick, hitting you deep inside your spot. And you moan loudly.

"No baby, I care deeply about your pleasure, so deep..." He groaned. He holds your breast with his one arm and slides the other one down to rub your clit as he keeps thrusting you and finally you feel trembles all over your body and let out a series of moans. And you came all over him, your wetness oozing out and dripping all over his dick and the backseat.

"Fuck!" He grunts. He archs your back, pushing you down on the seat as you take support from your hands. And finally after a couple more thrusts he lets out his release inside you. And it trickled from your cunt making your inner thighs soaked and ruining the backseat. He finally groans and lays back to the opposite hand door and you too, lay back on the seat letting out a sigh.

He looks at you, completely messy, with hair falling all over your face and your body covered in sweat and his cum. And he chuckled softly. "What?" You ask. "Look at you. So messy, so ruined. Guess I found a way for every time you piss me off or argue with me and cause trouble. I would've fucked you right there at restraunt in front of everyone but it would be indecent." He said.

"You were fucking me with your fingers disguised from everyone, there at the table. You know how hard it was for me to control my moans?" You whined.

"But you were so wet for me baby, how could I not. Will you argue with me in front of everyone now?"

"Yes, I will. What makes you think I won't piss you off?"

"Haven't you learnt your lesson?" He asked.

"No." You deny.

"Let me take you to my mansion. The other one, where no one else is there."

"What about our mom and dad?"

"They trust me with you so much, I'll tell them I took you out for a little drive."

"And look at what you're doing"

"You wanted it too."

After series of teasing and mocking, she puts on her dress and he too wears his jeans as he drives to his mansion taking her with him. He called their mom and dad to inform them and tell them that he's taking her out as she wasn't feeling good and she's safe with him.

"Next time, think before you piss me off. I won't care where we are, at a party, at family dinner, in public event. I will have my way with you."

[curiousb]

The Dashwood Family Album: Volume VII

Teenage sweethearts Daniel and Clara moved in together straight after graduating from uni, and for the last couple of years have rented an apartment in Sanditon, while they got their respective careers off the ground. (Seriously, nothing interesting happened, so no screenshots.)

Daniel’s stats:

~ Pisces 5 / 6 / 9 / 9 / 10

~ Animal Lover / Kind / Over-emotional / Charismatic / Technophobe

~ OTH: Nature

~ Favourite Colour(s): Orange

~ Aspiration: Family / Popularity

~ Turn-ons / -off: +Animal Lover / +Well-liked / -Undead

~ Major: Literature (2.4)

~ LTW: Marry Off 3 Children

Clara’s stats:

~ Pisces 4 / 5 / 7 / 7 / 9

~ Artistic / Kind / Animal Lover / Bookworm / 

~ OTH: Nature

~ Favourite Colour(s): Blue

~ Aspiration: Knowledge / Family

~ Turn-ons / -off: +Animal Lover / +Outdoorsy / -Infamous

~ Major: Physics (3.9)

~ LTW: Complete Insect Collection

But they’ve now decided that the time is right to start a family, so they’ve moved back to Merybury, to be closer to both sets of parents.

There’s no time to waste, so it’s straight down to business!

Daniel shows absolutely no sympathy for his fiancée's possible morning sickness, continuing to scoff down his hearty breakfast.

Animal Lover Daniel remembers how much having a constant canine companion meant when he was a child, and he’s keen for his own kids to benefit in the same way. Enter George (previously of the Morland family)!

For someone training to be a doctor, Clara seems surprisingly unaware of basic biology. (Maybe that’s because she studied physics instead.)

Welcome, first-born son John! He has his dad’s light blue eyes and mum’s brown hair.

John gets a very early lesson in the facts of life.

Family friend Green Bean drops by unannounced. Well, if you are going to invite yourself into someone else’s home, you have to expect the unexpected, Green Bean!

Green Bean is much more interested in playing with the puppy and the new baby than sitting down to a meal with his old college friends.

And despite the heavy rain, can’t resist joining the equally fun-loving - and incongruously aged-up - George outside for a game.

~ Sagittarius

~ Doofus / Friendly / Cowardly / Pigpen

[mokonahapuuuuuu]

Flying Proposal

Neil was going to propose to Belle. 

The real question was how was he going to do it. 

He was glad Belle was back in his life. After graduating high school, him leaving first being a year older, they broke up since their lives took them to different parts of the world. Belle leaving for England to study horses and show jumping, and Neil with his modelling around the world. 

As they were both getting into their mid-twenties, they both saw each other over lunch. Lunch became a dinner date a few days later, and soon they were back as a couple. 

Belle eyed a few British boys here and there during the college years, but nothing serious. It rained too much in England. Neil, well, never really saw anyone. Couldn’t get pass the mirror to see anyone after high school. 

Time was flying, and he couldn’t go on another day without Belle. He got Aphrodite’s opinion’s first. She was the Goddess of Love after all. 

She gave the green light. 

Must have sent her son Eros to look after their union. 

Talking with the rest of the guys helped see everything in perspective, and the girls seemed to be supportive as well. Theresa being Belle’s distant cousin. 

One opinion, however, wasn’t so easily swayed. 

And he had four legs and a long face. 

“Now, Pegasus…” his arms were up. “I know that we both never saw eye to eye, but if we have anything in common, it’s that we both really care about Belle.” 

Even before Neil and Belle were a couple, Pegasus would always imply to Neil that he would make him fall off midair. 

He closed his eyes as the winged horse’s hooves clopped around. 

“Please don’t kill me…” 

Should he propose usual candlelit dinner at a restaurant? At a party with all of their friends? On vacation while they were together alone? 

He tried to get a reservation at Belle’s favourite restaurant. It was fully booked all month. Their schedules were too busy to go on a vacation soon. The next holiday party wouldn’t start for a while. 

It was starting to look grim. 

The best things were usually the simplest things, right? And the mountains next door looked amazing this time of year. And Belle loved trail riding over there with her horses. 

It was perfect. 

Which left him with his last and only option… 

Pegasus. 

Did the Gods hate him that much. 

They both planned the day to fly over the mountains. Being nervous around Pegasus helped hid the big surprise he had. 

“You rode Pegasus loads of times when we were in high school, Neil,” assured Belle. “It’s not like you’ve ridden him for the first time.” 

“Right…” nodded Neil as he winced, feeling sixteen again. 

He held on to their lunch boxed and supplies, and were soon airborne. 

It was just like old times in their teenage years. Fighting mythical creatures, saving the world from Cronus. When times weren’t as crazy, they saw the world high above the clouds. 

They both saved the world together, almost facing death, and he’d do it all over again with her. 

He placed his arms around Belle. He felt her hand gently placed on his arm. It was like they were the only two people in the world as they flew in the sky. 

All of a sudden, a big gust of wind blew in their direction. Belle being used to turbulence knew what to do and held on. Neil being rusty and as usual, was flying off of Pegasus. 

“Help…!” 

The one moment when that winged horse didn’t plan his demise. 

“Neil…!” She grabbed her boyfriend’s arm, and soon their hands were holding on to each other. 

He was dangling in the air for dear life, keeping in mind to not look down. In situations like these, not seeing how far you had to drop made things easier. 

At least they knew to keep their supplies in their bags when they flew so often. 

It was now or never. If he didn’t do it and end up in Hades, he’d regret it forever. 

“Belle, if I don’t make it out alive, this is what I was going to ask.” 

“Ask me what?” Belle winced at the situation they were in. 

“Will you marry me?” 

The wind blew too hard for her to hear. 

“What?” 

“Will you marry me?!” 

“Can’t hear you!” 

“WILL YOU MARRY ME?!” 

Her eyes looked so different, it was like she forgot she was holding on to her boyfriend’s hand for dear life. 

“Yes… Yes, I will marry you!” 

As they landed on the ground, at last some rest for Neil, he got out the ring, got on his knee and placed it on her. 

It was the most unconventional proposal ever. 

They never had normal lives to begin with, fighting evil on a daily basis as teens, and that Greek Gods were real. 

Though they knew together, they could get through anything, even face Cronus again. 

Now what will the wedding look like? 

[rebelangelwings]

Diaz Sister Part 3

Christopher had arrived home hours ago, and so Allie was keeping her promise of playing Legos with her nephew on the living room floor. She was taking her project of building a rocket seriously, whilst Chris chose to create a pattern in his bricks. It reminded Allie of the days spent doing this with the boy after his mother died , nearly half a year ago now. Eddie’s whom family had come to support him and Chris for the funeral, but Allie had been the one to take two weeks our of school in order to make sure that Eddie was eating and Christopher always had someone to cry on and build Legos with.

As Allie and Chris playfully fought over the last remaining red Lego brick, Eddie answered the door to the pizza delivery and served up dinner. “So, do you remember my friend Buck from the funeral? Works at the firehouse with me?” Eddie mentioned. Christopher perked up at the mention of this name.

Allie thought for a brief moment but really, Buck is hardly a name you easily forget, “tall, handsome, birthmark?”

Eddie smirked and scoffed but nodded regardless.

“Buck’s my best friend!” Chirped Christopher with half a mouth of pizza.

“Excuse me? I thought I was your best friend, little dude? It’s a good job I moved out here so you remember that fact!” Allie mock berated Chris whilst he giggled. But seriously who was this Buck that seemed so important to these two?

Eddie continued, “Well, he was injured, on a call, about five months back and he’s been a bit down ever since especially as he hasn’t been able to join the 118”. Allie could tell from Eddie’s tone and eyes that he was playing down the circumstances for the sake of his son. “I was thinking about dropping Chris off with him tomorrow whilst I’m on shift, and now that you’re here, maybe you would want to go with? I just know he couldn’t stay sad with two of the best Diaz’ on the case,” Eddie winked at Chris across the table.

“Sure, I’d love to hang out with my favourite nephew and his apparent best friend. I want to see what’s so special about this Buck myself”. Christopher did and excited dance in his chair at spending the day with two of his favourite people in the world.

Although Allie was anxious at the prospect of spending the day with a near total stranger, she was comforted by the fact that any friend of Eddie’s couldn’t be so bad and Christopher would surely defuse any awkwardness.

In actuality, she needn’t have worried about any tension or awkwardness because after the initial shock of the Diaz’ arrival to Buck’s flat (she didn’t realise they were going to be unexpected guests, thanks a lot, Eddie) Buck immediately warmed once seeing Christopher and was quick to joke around with Chris.

“Hey, Allie! It’s good to see you again. What brings you to LA?” Buck got to work making them both a coffee whilst Chris played a video game.

“Actually, I just moved here for good. Well, I will have moved here for good in two weeks when my student loan comes in and I can start my flat share in two weeks. At the moment I’m crashing with Eddie”, Allie casually explained as if it wasn’t the biggest decision she had made in her life.

Buck paused his coffee preparations to look up to the dark haired woman in surprise, “No way! What about college? Eddie said you were going to be a teacher right?”

“Not so much anymore. I’m pursuing something different – managed to transfer my credits to a course at UCLA. Figured I’d get some work experience in a different area, try and find my passion you know?”

Buck nodded solemnly, “yeah, I do know. I was about your age too when I moved to LA . I’d been bouncing around the continent looking for a purpose or something that made me tick. I finally found it too with the 118,” Buck had his eyes cast downward, focused intently on stirring a coffee.

Dammit, Allie. This is the exact opposite of what Eddie sent you here to do. You just broke his friend.

“Buck...I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to dredge things up for you. But you know you still have them as your family, right? That Eddie still thinks of you as his partner?” Allie tentatively reached a gentle hand to Buck’s shoulder. “Also... Eddie hasn’t had any cool friends in years, so I kind of need you to stick around.”

At that, a smirk crept onto Buck’s face.

“So”, Allie started, her volume loud enough for Chris to hear in the next room, “what shall we do today for fun, boys? It’s a beautiful day for the beach?”

“Can we get ice cream?” Chris called over.

“You bet we can get ice cream! And we’ll play at the fairground stalls at the pier. How about that, Superman?” Buck added.

Allie quickly snapped a picture on her phone of Buck and Chris, and when Buck raised an eyebrow in question, simply answered, “sending proof of life”.

Two hours later, the three found themselves sat along the pier. They had played almost every game, Buck had spent far too much money trying and succeeding to win Chris a giant teddy, and Allie had spent even more money on a rigged claw machine finally winning her desired Lilo and Stitch teddy. Allie thought that Buck might actually be forgetting his troubles and enjoying himself and she was proud to have been part of that even if the majority of the credit should go to Chris for being his generally adorable and sunshine self.

The two adults sat on a bench with Chris stood in between them, him and Allie looking out onto the water and Buck facing inland.

Buck seemed to be having another existential crisis, asking Christopher about his hopes and dreams for the future. She looked to Buck trying to find something consoling to say , noticing him looking longingly at a fire engine, when Christopher interrupted quietly, “where did all the water go?”

Allie and Buck over the pier to see that Christopher’s description was correct. Allie’s face crumpled in confusion; she hadn’t lived anywhere near the coast in Texas, and certainly hadn’t seen anything like this on family vacations to the beach.

Before she could even comprehend what might be happening, Chris had disappeared from beside her, Buck having thrown him gently but quickly over his shoulder. Next, he grabbed her wrist, telling her sharply to “RUN. ALLIE, RUN!” He tugged her arm once and took off running towards the games stalls they had played at preciously.

Allie was faintly aware of a siren sounding and people moving around her. She kept her eyes on Buck and her nephew bouncing across his shoulder. Still unable to register what was happening, Allie just knew it was very, very bad. There was danger. She needed to protect Christopher.

She watched as Buck, about ten meters ahead, planted Chris inside a game stall, then spun around to find her. Too fast for her to even acknowledge, Buck threw Allie into the same game stall and jumped in on top of her and Christopher. “Take a deep breath!” Buck instructed before everything crashed around them.

[steveshairychest]

Been seeing a lot of posts about punk Steve and I love it.

His whole life has been dedicated to pleasing his parents. He wears the clothes they put in his cupboard, he plays sports just like his dad did, he tries to keep on top of his grades but whenever he asks his parents for help they ignore him, tell him it's something he should alreadly know.

Nothing he did was ever enough.

When his grades drop and he loses interest in sports, his parents start spending more time away. He's not turning out like they hoped. He gets into fights, fails his classes and made the mistake of telling his mum he didn't want to go to college. That was it. He wasn't useful to them anymore.

He starts to hate his appearance. He looks exactly how they wanted. Prim and proper with his perfectly ironed clothes and stupid perfect hair. Nothing about his appearance was his own choosing. His dad made him get braces in middle school because he had a slightly crooked tooth, his mother made him go to the salon with her to get his eyebrows done and his lashes tinted. "You need to impress a beautiful young lady, Steven." She would say while pinching his cheek way too hard. His hair routine was also something she had drilled into his head since he was a kid because "Looks are everything, Steven." He never got a say in anything, not even what went in his own god damn closet was his own choosing.

He was only allowed to wear the latest fashion and nothing could be from last season because Mrs Harrington would be shunned by the other mother's if her son was caught wearing something out of date.

He decides to shave the sides of his head as a way to take control of his own life. Watching the hair fall to the floor is like a breath of fresh air, he inhales deeply and feels a sob catch in the back of his throat as he fixes up each side. For the first time in years, he actually likes who he sees in the mirror.

He starts to experiment with different clothing styles and finds comfort in the punk aesthetic. He flicks through countless magazines admiring the outfits and piercings and the smiles on all the model's faces. They look so free. So happy. He wants that for himself.

The next time his parents come home, Steve has dyed his hair pink with the help of his new friend Robin that he met at his new job at Scoops Ahoy. He's wearing a leather jacket with a ripped shirt underneath, Robin has just started getting him into the music side of things and the band on his shirt is his favourite. He's also wearing black jeans with giant rips that show off the small stick and poke tattoo just below his knee. Him and Robin got matching ones.

His parents stay at a motel that night and the next morning they cut him off completely but he doesn't care. He's finally found himself and he's got a new best friend that he can house hunt with.

[cafedanslanuit]

˗ˏˋ FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS ´ˎ˗

♡ chifuyu & mitsuya ♡ baji & kazutora ♡ hanma & draken ♡

♡    —    tags/warnings: afab reader + no pronouns, riding, semi-public sex, a bit of manhandling (receiving), overstimulation, unprotected sex (pls wrap it before tapping, baji curses a lot but what's new, biexual!baji is canon idc, handjobs/fingering (giving and receiving), they're all in their 20s - you're in college/working, jealousy, humour

♡    —    a/n: aaaa this is probably my favourite ones of the whole bunch!!! c:

BAJI KEISUKE ― the one whose mom you end up meeting

ABILITY TO SEPARATE SEX FROM FEELINGS ★★★★✩ DISCRETION ★★★★✩ POSSESSIVENESS ★★✩✩✩

You had an awful date on the same day that Baji got stood up after inviting a girl over. Knowing neither of you would get any action that night, you went over to his place and ordered some takeout. You complained to each other for a good portion of the night, falling then into laughter when you recalled your worst experiences in the dating world.

“We should just fuck each other― would be easier,” Baji snickered, making you laugh. You took another bite of your food when suddenly his words started making sense inside your head. Both of you turned to each other at the same time, eyebrows raised as you shared the same expression.

You set the rules before anything. The moment any of you even thought they were getting feelings, the whole thing was off. You were not going to ruin your friendship over sex. If anyone felt uncomfortable, sad, or was just reconsidering things, they needed to come up front and say it, for the sake of both of you.

The first kiss was awkward. However, your first time together was nothing short of fucking amazing.

Being friends let you have enough trust in each other to give directions, telling the other to change the way they were moving or to plainly stop.

You spent a whole afternoon showing him how to properly eat you out and now whenever he goes down on you, you have the most earth-shattering orgasms you’ve ever had. Baji told you he used some of your pointers with another girl he had been with and the next day his phone was ringing all day.

One day, however, disaster strikes. You were making out in his room, his hands already under your shirt when, unexpectedly, his mom bangs the door and demands Baji to open up.

You felt your heart dropping to your stomach as you scrambled to get him off of you. “You told me she would be out until tomorrow!” you whispered, to which he replied she must have forgotten something. He went to open the door and you prepared yourself to be slut shamed and kicked out of his apartment.

Turns out, Baji’s mom was a really nice lady.

She said she knew his son was going out on dates with someone and she wanted the chance to meet them. Since Baji had said no when she asked him for an introduction, she decided to create the opportunity herself. She apologised for scaring you and offered to prepare some tea to calm you down.

No more sneaking out in the middle of the night― now his mom asks you if you want some leftovers to go when she sees you leaving his son’s room. She even asks you when you are coming next so she can cook something you like so you can stay for dinner as well. She’s so sweet and gentle you can never say no, hoping she doesn’t think you’re actually dating his son.

“Your mom is adorable, but you should really move out,” you mentioned once after Baji’s mom had left for a meeting with her friends and the two of you were alone. He rolled his eyes and let himself fall onto his bed. “You think I haven’t tried?”

After the third time his mom had invited you for dinner, you knew you had to come clean. She was clearly being kind because she thought you would be part of the family someday, something that clearly wasn’t in your or Baji’s plans. When you tried and explained to her that you were just friends, she burst into laughter.

"Dear, it hasn't been that long since I was young, you know? I know what kind of special friendship you have with my son,” she said, and you could feel your face burning. “I'm only saying it's not too wild to think it could eventually develop into something more. That's how I ended up meeting Keisuke's dad anyway"

Ma’am―

Nothing made you happier than to find out Baji’s mom was spending the whole weekend at a resort with her friends. Mere seconds after making sure she was already there (and yes, Baji did ask for a photo), you were already on top of each other, tugging on each other’s clothes and throwing them on the floor.

Sitting on his bed and resting on his elbows, Baji watched as you bounced on his cock. You were wearing one of his old-tshirts, and even if you weren’t fully nude, he couldn’t stop thinking about how hot you were. How your thighs looked at you fucked yourself,  the sweatdrops gathering on your forehead and the sounds you were making as you threw your head back.

“C’mere,” he muttered. He pulled you down onto the bed with him and made you gasp in surprise as your chest crashed against his. Laughing, you looked up to him and, before you could say anything he started thrusting inside of you.

“Fuuuuck,” you sighed, feeling your eyes crossing as he found the perfect angle to make every part of your body scream. You held onto his shoulders as he kept on moving and buried your face on the crook of his neck. You muffled your moans against his skin, feeling your release coming soon.

Baji hissed, tapping your back with one of his hands. “Your nails, your nails―”

You immediately let go of the hold on his shoulders. “Shit, sorry,” you said, rubbing the affected area. As a reply, Baji spanked your ass.

“Cut your fucking nails,” he sneered, a devilish smile on his face as he resumed his pace.

You snorted. “Fuck you.”

“Trying to,” he reminded you, making both of you laughed. You were quickly flipped on your back, and Baji climbed on top of you, taking both your wrists and pinning them above your head.

Baji’s long hair formed a curtain on both sides of your head as he sunk himself inside you once more. Your legs circled his waist as he moved his hips even faster than before, determined to make you cum hard. While one of his hands still held your wrists, the other travelled down to your clit, rubbing gentle circles around and over it. He smirked at the loud curse that fell from your lips and watched satisfied as you broke apart, body shaking as you came around him.

He let go of your hands to rest on his forearms, chasing his own orgasm. Still coming down from your high, you grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head so he was looking at you, making him groan. You started meeting his thrusts, relishing in the overstimulation and not before long, Baji was coming too, muttering curses as his hips mercilessly crashed against yours.

Baji rolled to your side and both of you stayed in silence for a moment, trying to catch your breath. He was the first to clear his mind, lying on his side and looking at you.

“Are you doing anything on Saturday?”

“What, your mom is going away again?” you asked, chuckling. He playfully slapped your thigh and you turned your head at him with a smile. “Why?”

“There’s this guy I think you’ll like.”

You arched your eyebrow. “A guy?”

“Yeah! He’s great. Chifuyu knows him too. He’s single, has a place of his own and I think he’s an… uh… editor? Or was it a journalist?” he looked up at his ceiling, trying to remember.

“Is he at least cute?”

“I mean, he’s not me,” he rolled his eyes, making you laugh. “But he’s a good fuck.”

You snorted. “Did you―”

“Hey, take it as a Yelp review of sorts. It’ll be fun. And if not, we can always leave and fuck it out.”

You let out a long sigh as you considered your options. Baji was a good wingman after all, and it had been a while since you had been on a proper date. If anything, it was good both Baji and Chifuyu knew him. If they liked him, then you probably would too. You took another look at your friend, who looked expectantly at you.

“If it’s not, we’ll leave and fuck it out, but you’ll also buy me a pizza,” you countered.

“Deal,” he grinned. He let out a long yawn, stretching his arms and cracking his bones in the process. “Wanna watch Fear Street again?”

HANEMIYA KAZUTORA ― the one that gets jealous

ABILITY TO SEPARATE SEX FROM FEELINGS ★★✩✩✩ DISCRETION ★★★✩✩ POSSESSIVENESS ★★★★★

As many other friends with benefits situations start, yours started at a party. He mentioned he wasn’t ready for a commitment after spending time in prison, and you weren’t looking for anything serious. You still don’t remember what you were laughing about, but once it died down, you realised how close his face was to yours. It took him looking down to your lips for you to kiss him― and everything evolved from there.

While initially, he promised not to let anyone know, he really can’t help himself when you’re out together. His hands always end up on your hips, his chin resting on your shoulder or his arms around your body, gently pulling you towards him, no matter who you’re talking with. You had never pictured him as handsy, but he definitely was. Especially if you were talking to someone attractive (but we’ll get to that).

Kazutora’s behaviour makes it very easy for everyone to get suspicious about the nature of your relationship. It’s so obvious Baji ended up texting you, asking to come clean about what the fuck is happening between you two. You explained the situation and assured him no feelings were involved between the two of you, to which he just replied with an eye roll emoji.

Chifuyu is someone else who is very suspicious, but Kazutora and you decide he doesn’t need to know the details. Bold choice, since more than once you’ve locked yourselves in the backroom of the pet shop while Chifuyu was busy with some customers― but you can’t admit it’s not funny for Chifuyu to squint his eyes at you two, knowing something is going off but not being able to prove it.

Kazutora is very gentle with you and loves to stay up talking after you’re done with sex. Before taking your friendship to another level, you had never realised how playful he could be, how he can go from eating you out until you scream to teasing you about your smudged makeup and dishevelled hair.

You’re friends above everything. He’s the guy who will take you on motorcycle rides and speed until you’re laughing and screaming behind him, the one who crashes at your place when he gets himself locked out of his apartment, someone you can trust.

However, lately, you’ve noticed him not leaving your side at parties. He’ll see you laughing a little bit too much with someone and suddenly he has an arm around your back, his hand gently pressed on your arm. If you’re sitting down his hand ends up on your knee― always making sure the other person notices these subtle displays of possessiveness and relents all intentions of getting with you.

You’ve asked him for the reason behind this behaviour, but he always denies it and changes the subject 🙄.

Who was it this time? Ah, right, a blonde guy. His hair was slicked back and he had a charming smile, something that immediately caught your attention the moment he entered Chifuyu’s shop. He was looking for medicated food for his dog and ended up falling into conversation with you, showing you pictures of said dog and making you giggle like a high schooler. He was very good looking and you could tell he had a good build even with the green bomber jacket he was wearing.

It had been more than twenty minutes since he had already paid for the food, but it didn’t seem he was leaving any time soon. His forearms were resting over the top desk as he asked you questions about yourself. You had the biggest smile on your face and just as you took out your phone, ready to ask for his number, you felt a hand setting on your waist and someone standing right behind you.

You didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was.

“Tora, I’m in the middle of―”

“I need you at the back of the shop, please.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

You turned your eyes to Chifuyu, who looked at your exchange with a raised eyebrow.

“Can’t Chifuyu help you?”

“Nope. He can’t,” Kazutora quickly said. His fingers drummed over your skin. “So?”

You looked at the blond guy with an uneasy expression. He was so handsome and you were sure he was just as interested as you were. You hadn’t been on any dates in a while, but he seemed like the perfect guy to take a chance on. You turned your head to tell Kazutora to fuck off, but every intention you had of doing so vanished as you locked your eyes with his golden ones. His long hair tied into a ponytail. His little mole under his right eye.

You still don’t remember what excuse you said to the guy, but in less than one minute Kazutora was desperately kissing you against a wall in the back room. Your fingers were threading on his now loose hair as you moved your lips against his, unable to help yourself. He quickly unbuttoned your shorts and lowered them down along with your panties, leaving you to step out of them while he undid his jeans.

“Tora, you need to stop getting jealous,” you said, noticing how out of breath you already were.

“That guy was bad news,” he replied, freeing his cock from his underwear. You swatted his hands away and started pumping him slowly. Kazutora groaned, resting his forehead against yours.

“How― how could he be ‘bad news’? We barely talked.”

“Did you see the way he was looking at you?” he muttered against your lips, his eyes closed as he gave in to the pleasure of your hand stroking him just right.

“Yeah, like he liked me. And I liked him too. What’s the problem with― fuck.”

Kazutora’s cold fingers slipped past your folds, making you shudder at the contact. He gathered some wetness in them before he started circling your clit. You bit back a moan and quickened the pace of your own hand, feeling him getting impossibly hard.

A few moments later, his hand left you, only to grab one of your legs and put it around his hip. Taking the hint, you guided him to your entrance, feeling your mind going blank as your friend buried himself into you.

Holding onto the last bit of rationale you had left, you put your hands on his cheeks, pushing him away just enough to be able to look at his eyes again.

“Tora, you― you can’t fall in love with me,” you whispered as he rocked his hips against you, slowly dragging his cock in and out.

Kazutora watched you in silence as he kept fucking into you, his eyes looking for something he didn’t seem to find in yours.

He pushed some of your hair away from your place and shook his head gently. “You think too highly of yourself.”

“I’m serious, you can’t― we can’t―”

Kazutora thrusts became faster and made all the words inside your head disappear. You held onto his shoulders and buried your face in his neck as he fucked deep into you, his muffled moans a fucking symphony only for you as he drove you closer to your edge. 

You knew you were meant to have this conversation sooner than later. But, in the back of Chifuyu’s pet shop, between your pending discussion, the blond guy and the suspicious owner of the store, there was nothing strong enough to take your mind off of Kazutora― and the way he gently kissed your neck as he made you fall apart around his cock.

[seijorhi]

Settle

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Oikawa Tooru x female reader

TW non-con, nsfw, daddy kink, breeding kink, smut, drugged reader

Part 2: Sea Change

It’s a little after seven thirty when you hear the telltale click of the front door announcing your employer’s return. 

“Sorry I’m late,” Oikawa calls, slipping his shoes off and dropping his bag by the door. A hand comes to rest on your shoulder and you turn, bouncing the baby on your hip as he leans over to press a kiss against Hatori’s head. “How’s my boy?”

You smile, “He’s been good today. I was just about to put him down for the night. Unless… you want to?” 

Despite his earlier apology, he’s actually home earlier than he usually is. Most days you have Hatori fed, bathed, tucked in and fast asleep in his crib long before Oikawa walks through the door. It’s part of your job, and you’re more than happy to do it but you’re mindful that with the demands of his career as a professional athlete he doesn’t get to spend an awful lot of time with his son. 

Really, outside of Mondays - his one ‘official’ day off - he’s barely home. It’s not as bad in the off season, or so he’s told you, but you don’t want to intrude on the little time he does get with Hatori. 

But Oikawa just shakes his head with a soft laugh, “No, he always cries when I do it, I think the little traitor likes you more than me.”

Your cheeks flush a little at that but he doesn’t notice, utterly enamoured by the way that Hatori’s little, chubby fingers have wrapped around his own trying to tug it towards his mouth so he can nibble on it. 

You don’t tell him that it’s only because you’re the closest thing Hatori has to a mother right now, that it’s purely instinctual and once he grows and starts to develop more cognitive behaviours, he’ll bond with his father. Oikawa knows, he’s never begrudged the way his son reaches for you first when he’s upset, the ease you seem to have with him.

“We’ll make a daddy’s boy of him yet,” you comment instead, and watch as the corners of his lips tug into a wry smirk. 

He doesn’t bother correcting you, just trails behind as you carry Hatori into the nursery, gently laying him down.

“How was training?”

Truthfully, before you started working for Oikawa you really didn’t know the first thing about volleyball, and even now - three months later - you’re still figuring out all the little intricacies. But you like listening to him talk about it; the different positions and the rules, what a rotation is, about his team, how they train. You’ve even watched a few of Oikawa’s games on TV, sitting with Hatori perched on your lap, waving his chubby little arms and cheering whenever ‘daddy’ scores.

They’re midway through the season, and you know that last Friday one of their wing-spikers sprained his ankle pretty bad, which meant that as their starting setter, Oikawa was having to re-adjust to one of their reserve spikers; a newer team member with a rather interesting play style. Normally, it wouldn’t be an issue, but considering they have another game in a few days time, it’s far from ideal. Still, Oikawa seems less stressed today as he shrugs his shoulders and launches into a brief rundown.

He has a nice voice, you think, tugging Hatori’s favourite blue blanket up so you can tuck him in. It’s an odd sort of domesticity, him coming home and talking about his day while you put his son to bed, but it’d be a lie to say that you didn’t look forward to it.

Living alone and doing college online didn’t leave you with a whole lot of socialisation. 

“And your classes?” he asks.

You hum, “Yeah, alright I guess. I don’t know, I think I’m second guessing my major again. Can you pass me the little stuffed bear? The white one?”

Wordlessly, Oikawa hands it to you, and you waste no time in placing it gently by Hatori’s side.

“It’s his favourite,” you tell him, though favourite is probably a stretch. He does like the bear though, always making grabby hands for it whenever you put him down for his afternoon naps. With Hatori’s eyes sleepily blinking closed, you reach out and gently sweep his tuft of chestnut curls back, “G’night, handsome boy, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Three months in and that adorable baby has you wrapped right around his little finger, and he doesn’t even know it.

“So,” Oikawa says as the two of you head back into the living room, “have you thought about my offer?”

“About coming to watch you play in the finals? Assuming you make it that far, that is,” you tease.

He regards you with a cocky little smirk, “Oh, that’s cute. Don’t worry, we’ll make it there. We’ll win them, too, just like we always do. But that’s not what I meant and you know it.”

It’s funny sometimes, you think - there’s really only a few years difference between you and Oikawa, but it might as well be a lifetime. He’s the starting setter for the Argentinian national team, and despite the cocky attitude, his home team, Club Athletico San Juan, has won the last four championships. He owns the villa you’re currently standing in, has a fancy apartment in Buenos Aires as well, and while you know that Hatori was a surprise, his son’s a blessing, and you know how much Oikawa loves him. 

And then there’s you. Six months taking college abroad when your money ran out and you had to go find a job or face the delightful prospect of not being able to afford food on top of your rent and bills. It led you to Oikawa, and subsequently to Hatori (and it’s almost a little rude how quickly that adorable, chubby baby managed to steal your heart) so you can’t be too mad about how things have turned out for you, but when you compare your life to the one your employer has, what do you have to show for it?

A partially completed degree with a major you’re suddenly not so sure you’re in love with. 

Being a nanny was never part of the plan, and though you’ve tried to ignore it, you know your grades have started to slip ever since you took this job, and now Oikawa’s asking for you to stay.

Full time. A live in nanny.

There’s a guest bedroom - bigger than your actual room, with an ensuite bathroom naturally - he’s said can be yours. It’ll mean extra work, of course, looking after Hatori twenty four hours a day, six days a week, but with an increase to your already more than generous pay. 

And without having to pay for an apartment, you could actually start to save for a place of your own… once you figure out what you actually plan on doing after you finish your degree. 

But if you stay, looking after Hatori, you know your classes are going to suffer. You’re already just barely cruising through with passing grades, and if you fail just one of your exams or even an assignment you’ll have to take the course again next semester and that’s automatically adding another six months to your stay and you just-

You still don’t have a clue what the right choice is. You love Hatori, and you like Oikawa, but you have your future to think about too, don’t you?

“Dinner then,” Oikawa decides, nodding to himself, apparently unfazed by your momentary silence.

Snapping yourself free of your reverie, a crinkle appears between your brows. “Huh?”

“You, me, dinner,” he elaborates. “I’m starving. You haven’t eaten, have you?” 

You shake your head, but the confusion must show plain as day on your face because Oikawa just sighs, fond exasperation leaking into his tone. “Stay for dinner and we’ll talk about it.”

“Oh,” you reply, “um, I’d love to but if I don’t head off soon I’ll miss the bus and-”

Oikawa’s quick to wave off your concerns, placing a hand on your shoulder so he can steer you back towards the dining room. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, I’ll call you a cab home. It’s not really safe for you to be wandering around this time of night anyway.”

He doesn’t really give you a chance to refuse, and you don’t really try to. Not because you know by now that it’d be pointless - though you do, once the setter’s mind is set on something it’s almost impossible to sway him - but because all that’s waiting for you back home is leftovers from the night before.

And you like Oikawa. Right from the moment you met him, the first interview you had with him for the job, he’s always been charming and polite. It’s not hard to see why he has a legion of fans spanning not just Argentina but the globe, he’s the perfect poster boy of a professional athlete; handsome, talented, charismatic, a little flirtatious with just a hint of a wicked tongue, egging his opponents on at press conferences with that damnable smirk of his - yet remarkably scandal free. 

(You refuse to think of Hatori as a scandal.)

But it takes you a little while to realise that it’s mostly just a facade. You see it in the way he looks at his son when he holds him, the moments when you catch him after a long day of training, tired, just a little less put together than usual. You still remember the first time you had an honest conversation with him - the night he came home to find you sprawled out on his fancy leather couch, Hatori curled up on your chest, the two of you fast asleep.

You half expected to lose your job for that one, but he’d merely laughed, taken a photo and set it at his phone’s lock screen before frog marching you to the table to eat something because ‘clearly, you weren’t in a state to get yourself home.’ 

And you’d expected more of the same flippant, charming Oikawa, only to find yourself listening, utterly engrossed two hours later as he told you about the first year he’d spent in Argentina, the isolation and homesickness and doubts he’d had, feeling like a fish out of water as he tried to forge his own path with the sport he loved in an utterly foreign world.

It did give you a little comfort, knowing that despite the leagues of difference between the two of you, Oikawa wasn’t quite as perfect and flawless as you’d been led to believe. He was human, beneath the good looks and the frankly terrifying presence on the court.

“Sit,” he says, “I’ll order us something for dinner. Do you want a drink?”

You shake your head, “Oh, no, that’s…” you trail off at the pout the older man levels at you. 

“Don’t be cruel, Y/N, you know I can’t drink mid-season. At least one of us should be able to indulge in what they want.”

His logic barely makes sense, but nevertheless you nod, offering him a small smile before he disappears back into the kitchen to retrieve it. One drink won’t hurt. 

He returns a minute later, setting the glass down in front of you. “You know, I never planned on having kids,” he tells you, taking the seat opposite yours. “At least, not for a little while. I knew I wanted them one day, but I always thought that kids meant settling down and getting married and I wasn’t ready to do that.” Deep brown eyes study you intently as you sip of the wine he’s poured for you, “I came here for volleyball, to wipe the floor with the best of the best, to stand on the world stage and know that I won, that I beat everybody. Anything else was just a distraction.”

There’s an odd sort of intensity that burns in his gaze and it sends a shiver down your spine, but not in a bad way. It doesn’t unnerve you, though maybe it should - it makes you wonder how it would feel to be that passionate about something, to have that level of determination, that drive.

Not for the first time, you find yourself a little in awe of Oikawa Tooru. 

“So, Hatori’s mother…?” You’ve never really asked before; it wasn’t your business. You knew she wasn’t in the picture anymore, but beyond that nothing - Oikawa’s always been notoriously private about his personal life with the press, you assumed that that extended to you too. But he’s the one who brought it up, so maybe it’s okay to indulge in your curiosity, just this once. 

His lips quirk into a smirk, “A distraction,” he winks, and for some reason the sight of it sends a flash of warmth to your cheeks, “But a meaningless one. She didn’t want him, guess having kids wasn’t really on her agenda either.” He laughs, but it sounds too harsh, too bitter for you to believe it’s genuine. “I didn’t even know she was pregnant till she showed up to wash her hands of him. Hatori’s better off without her.”

Slowly, you nod, taking another mouthful of wine just so you don’t have to reply and risk saying the wrong thing. The alcohol’s sweeter than you expect, and like everything else in Oikawa’s home, it’s fancy and expensive - sweet or not it still tastes a thousand times better than the cheap booze you buy for yourself.

“I want the best for him, but I can’t give this up. You understand that, don’t you?” He’s looking at you, desperately searching your face for some kind of reassurance, and you find yourself nodding, your stomach doing a little flip when his expression softens slightly, a touch of warmth returning to hazelnut eyes. “I thought about sending Hatori back to Japan to live with my family for a while,” he admits after a short beat. “My sister has a few kids of her own, and I thought maybe he’d be better off if he had a proper family instead of just me, but…”

“You didn’t want to lose him.”

Oikawa nods, “I love him. He’s my son, I want him here with me. He belongs here.”

You can’t begin to imagine what it’s been like for him, balancing his career and trying to be the best possible father to Hatori - especially when he’s thousands of miles away from his own family. And maybe it’s the wine already swimming to your head, but you blurt out the words before you can stop yourself, “You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, you’re doing amazing with Hatori. You’re a good father, Oikawa.”

The answering grin he gives you is practically glittering, and when he tentatively slides a hand across the table, you only pause for a moment before taking it. His palm is warm, or maybe it’s just you - the room feels hotter all of a sudden. You’re only wearing a thin summer dress, but it feels almost stifling in the usually cool villa. Did he turn off the AC? Swallowing down your discomfort, you reach for your glass once more. 

“You don’t always have to be so formal with me, you know. You can call me Tooru,” he says, squeezing your hand just a little too tightly. “But you know, I’ve realised something these last few months.”

Tooru. You know that formalities are different in Japan than they are here in Argentina and back home, but Oikawa has always gone by his surname, even with the press. Calling him by his given name feels almost… intimate. Nevertheless, you shake the thought from your head, trying to focus back on the conversation at hand. Oikawa- Tooru’s eyes are fixed on you, and he seems to be waiting for your response.

It takes a second too long for you to find the right one. 

“O-oh, and what’s that?”

His smile widens, and you realise, somewhat belatedly, that he still hasn’t released your hand. “Hatori needs a proper family. A mother.” 

The words hang there, your brain refusing to process them. “I-” but you falter, something cold and uncomfortable settling in the pit of your stomach. He can’t be talking about you, right? Or does he mean it in like a metaphorical sense? 

You can’t think - the room’s too hot and your head feels heavy like you’re in a daze and Oikawa’s eyes, too wide, too intense, are still bearing down on you. You draw a shaky breath in and squeeze your eyes shut, but it only makes your head spin. Dimly, you register Oikawa speaking, but you can’t make sense of the words. 

“I-I think I need some air,” you mutter, pulling your hand from his to brace it on the table so you can push yourself up. But your limbs won’t obey you, and the moment you try to stand your knees give way-

Strong, lean arms catch you before you can fall to the floor. You’re pulled into a hard chest, cradled tenderly as a steady heartbeat drowns out all else and your vision starts to darken. 

The last thing you register before you slip from consciousness is Oikawa’s voice, soft and saccharine as he whispers in your ear. “Shh, it’s alright, cutie. Everything’s going to be perfect. You said you wanted kids one day, right?”

—

You come to slowly, with the sound of something buzzing, a warm heat pulsing in your core and soft fingertips trailing idle patterns along your bare thigh.

Your eyes are too heavy and your mouth is cotton-y and dry, but they’re nothing, you can shove aside the minor discomfort to focus on the pleasure building between your legs. It feels nice, great even, until you try to shift your hips to grind against that pleasant sensation and a soft chuckle, familiar and yet strikingly out of place in your dreamlike haze cuts through.

“Well somebody’s eager.” 

Your stomach lurches, your eyes flying open as any and all traces of drowsy bliss are ripped right out from under you. Brown eyes and a wicked grin greet you - Oikawa lying propped up by your side, one hand caressing your bare thigh, the other between your spread legs, pressing a bullet vibe to your clit. 

Horror spreads through your body like a blaze, burning and setting every nerve ending on fire, and without even realising it you jerk forward to push him away from you with a cry - except your wrists catch on the soft, leather padded cuffs keeping your arms bound to the headboard of his bed, and instead of the scream you were aiming for, all that escapes your lips is a terrified little whimper.

“Aw, shh, no, no, don’t be scared, cutie,” he coos, flicking off the vibe and tossing it aside. Your breath comes quick, in harsh pants as Oikawa sits up and slides a leg over your torso, shifting so that he’s hovering over your chest, caging you in. 

He’s naked, lightly sun-kissed skin and sculpted muscles glinting in the low lighting as he leans down to take your face in his hands, and it doesn’t quell the hysteria rising within you when you realise that you are too. 

He undressed you.

Drugged you, undressed you and cuffed you to his bed. 

The look in his eyes is nothing short of reverent as he brushes away your tears, “I’m going to give you what you want. Everything, all of it. Gonna make you my pretty wife, buy you a nice diamond ring.” He kisses you then, his mouth moving fervently against yours, a tongue sliding your parted lips. 

He tastes like mint; sharp and fresh.

Whatever drug he dosed you with is still weighing your limbs down, keeping you nice and pliant, unable to buck him off as he moans into your mouth and draws back, a slick strand of saliva connecting his lips to yours.

“You’re already such a good mother to Hatori, you’ll be good for our baby too, won’t you?”

Our baby.

Your heart squeezes painfully, another spike of fear jolting through your body. 

But you can’t do a thing but whimper pitifully and squirm as he sits back on your stomach, admiring you with an adoring smile - but there’s something wrong with it.

It takes you a moment in your frightened, heady state to place it. It’s his eyes, the unnatural, steely glint shining through. You’ve seen it before; he had the same look about him earlier when he was talking about volleyball and his drive to win, that same intense, unwavering determination - it’s that expression, more than anything else, that terrifies you.

“O-oikawa-” you plead, but he’s not listening, too busy marvelling at your bare top half, the way your tits rise and fall with every panting breath. His hand moves from your tearstained cheek to your cup your breast, his thumb swiping across your nipple making you gasp as it pebbles under his touch.

“I can’t wait to see how beautiful you’re going to look pregnant with my baby,” he says, grinning devilishly. “Your body all soft ‘n round, and these pretty tits of yours-” he leans over, holding your gaze as his tongue darts out, swirling around the sensitive bud before he sucks it into his warm, wet mouth. It sends a flash of heat flooding through you as he softly bites down, drawing another choked gasp from your lips.

“Please don’t- please let me go… I won’t tell anybody, just let me go.”

The way your spine arches up, following his mouth as he pulls back, your breast falling from his mouth with a lewd, slick plop renders it all but useless. “They’re going to get so big, all nice and swollen,” he says, kneading its neglected twin under expert fingers. “You’ll need daddy to come take care of you.”

You can’t breathe.

“Oikawa, please-”

A hand covers your mouth, a flicker of dark amusement dancing across his handsome features. “Shh, cutie. Don’t wanna go waking Hatori now, do you? Be good for me, and I’ll give my beautiful girl what she wants, promise,” he breathes, laying one last, fleeting kiss to your lips before righting himself. 

He sits back, lightly trailing his fingers down the valley of your tits, along your stomach before reaching between his own legs, grasping at the cock you’ve desperately been trying to ignore - long, hard and flushed, the pink mushroom head glistening with pre-cum. He moans at the touch, biting down on his bottom lip, giving the shaft a few cursory pumps. 

It’s like a nightmare you can’t shake yourself free from as he shuffles down your frame, spreading your thighs once more, nestling himself between them. With one hand anchored on your waist, the other fisting his cock, dragging it along your wet slit, he takes a moment to appreciate the way you shiver and jolt when his cockhead brushes against your clit - still sensitive from his earlier attention.

“You’re so pretty,” he sighs, “so perfect for me, Y/N.”

He presses in - not the quick, vicious thrust you were expecting, but slowly, moaning as he sinks into your warm, velvety cunt inch by inch. And it hurts, burns as he fills you up and stretches you out. You can feel his dick throbbing inside of you, the spongy walls of your pussy squeezing around the unwelcome intrusion as he forces himself deeper, breaking you apart. Fresh tears well in your eyes, but you can’t move - not because of the drug, or the cuffs keeping you bound and unable to fight back, but because the grip Oikawa has on your hips is unrelenting, long fingers digging into soft skin as he bottoms out with a hissed curse.

For a single moment Oikawa stills, the only sounds in the room his panting breath and your quiet sobs, the mumbled pleas he all but ignores as dark, lust filled eyes drink you in. “Should’ve done this weeks ago,” he murmurs. “Gonna fill you up, fuck this cute little pussy full of my seed for as long as it takes.”

His hips slowly pull back, drawing a choked whine from you as his cock drags against your sensitive walls-

“I’m going to make you mine, all fucking mine.”

And he snaps them forward, fucking into your heat with reckless abandon.

You’ve seen him play before, the stamina and strength he carries. You might as well be a rag-doll with the way he hefts your thigh up over his hip to drive himself deeper, hitting that perfect spot that has you seeing stars, your sobs turning into gasps and then moans as his eyes light up in wicked delight. 

He fucks you ruthlessly. Reverently. Cooing out praise as he stuffs you full of his cock. And when you cum with a stifled cry, your toes curling, that tight coil of heat and pleasure exploding inside of you like fireworks, Oikawa’s grip tightens and he chants your name like a prayer. You don’t have the presence of mind to beg him not to cum inside of you as your pussy clenches around his throbbing cock, and even if you did it wouldn’t have made a difference. 

There’s no force on earth that could have pried him away from you as he empties his balls into your tight little cunt with a feral snarl. As your eyes flutter shut, the feeling of his cock softening inside of you, his warm, sticky cum leaking out around him, exhaustion almost wins out-

But his lips are pressing against yours, and you can feel the curl of his satisfied smirk. “Don’t go falling asleep on me, cutie. Daddy’s not done with you yet.”

[m00nchild-02]

Daisies | jjk (m)

pairing: jungkook x reader

rating: 18+

word count: 7.2k

genre: strangers to lovers, flower boy au, smut, fluff

summary: As a college student desperately looking for a part time job to earn some money you bump into the opportunity to work at a cute little flower shop nearby. Never did you ever think you would fall in love with the owner’s handsome son, Jeon Jungkook.

warnings: smut, oral sex (f receiving), teasing, praising, dirty talk, penetrative sex (Never forget to wrap that willy first before using it kiddos), fingering, very soft dom Jungkook (He’s a real gentleman in this story :’))

a/n: Hello, hello! This is your favourite autor here! This is my first story on Tumblr here (I’ve made stories on Wattpad before so I’m familiar with writing ffs) I hope you love my first jjk one shot on here and give it a lot of support.

enjoy reading!

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“Please Mrs Oh! I really need this job. If you want I can even come work at Sunday’s and Saturday’s!” You pleaded the woman in front of you, hoping she would give you another chance. After looking for a job for a good two months you finally found one at a local cafe but today it seems like you really fucked up.

“I’m sorry y/n but it has already been the 5th glass these past weeks and the second plate you’ve dropped just now. I know you’re a nice girl and have good intentions but a job as waitress just doesn't seem to fit you.” She explained to you. You sighed and looked down. She’s right. You’re not one of the handiest and you have dropped some stuff on the ground before. Maybe a job as waitress indeed didn't fit you that well. You took off your apron and gave it to Mrs Oh. “Sorry for the glasses and the plates..” You said softly, taking your defeat.

“I’ll pay you at the end of the week and I’ll give you some extra so you'll be able pay your rent this month.” You nodded. “Thank you, Mrs Oh.” You said as you bow at the older lady. “I hope you find another job soon.” She said.

You nodded and smiled at her before you walked towards the entrance of the cafe. “Me too Mrs Oh. Me too...”

And just like 3 weeks ago you started looking for a job again. You really needed a part time job. Your parents promised to pay your first year of rent when you went to college but you both agreed you would pay rent the remaining years following after. You had been in college for already two years, your third year starting next month. The first year you had to pay your own rent went very well. Your mom helped you to find a decent and well paid job at a bakery. But sadly the bakery went bankrupt two months ago so that’s why you were in desperate need of finding a new job. Then you found the sweet lady Mrs Oh but again you had to get fired. Not this time because of a bankruptcy but because you’re too clumsy when it comes to fragile stuff.

A week passed by and you still had nothing. You went to local stores, supermarkets, bakeries, butcheries, ... But no one seemed to need a part timer at the moment.

As you were making your way through the streets you decided to go take a break from searching and go for a drink at the old cafe you still worked at a week ago.

“If it isn’t our y/n!” Mrs Oh said as she walked over towards your table. “How are you girl? Already found something new?” She asked. You shook your head. “Not yet, but I’m looking.” You answered. “Aigoo,” She said. “I hope you’ll find something soon. You’re such a sweet girl. Now, what can I get you?”

“A latte, please.” You answered her. “A latte coming right up!” She said before disappearing to get some other orders and then go make your drink.

After a few minutes she came back with your drink. “Here you go sweetie.”  She said as she placed the hot latte in front of you. “Thank you.” She didn’t go away when you thanked her. Instead she went to sit down opposite you. “I would like to help you y/n. I know you’ve only worked here for two/three weeks but you’re a good person and you deserve to be helped.” She said. Then she took out a card and slide it over the table towards you. “Jeon’s Greenhouse..” You read aloud. “A flower shop?” You asked her. She nodded. “I know the owner, Mrs Jeon. She’s a nice woman but lately she get’s a lot of requests for bouquets and other stuff. I’m sure she could use some help. Maybe you could go check there?”

You looked at the card in your hands, nervously fiddling with the edges. A flower shop. It didn’t sound that bad. And from looking at the address it’s also pretty close to where you live. Maybe you could give it a shot yeah. “Thank you so much Mrs Oh. I’ll never forget your kindness.” You said as she smiled at you. “You’re welcome sweetie.” She said as she stood up and went back to work.

Once you finished your latte you wanted to pay but Mrs Oh refused to take your money, saying it’s on the house. You thanked her again for everything before going back home to your apartment. Once there you took the little card out of your pocket and looked at it again. There was also a phone number and email written on the back. “I’ll call tomorrow and see how it goes.” You told yourself. Today had been a long day and you sure needed some rest after looking for a job all day.

The next day you found yourself in front of the cute little flower shop. Jeon’s Greenhouse. You called the owner this morning and like Mrs Oh said, she was a really nice woman. She invited you over immediately after talking a bit on the phone, wanting to meet you in person. And so you ended up here in front of her flower shop.

You walked in, a little bell ringing as you opened the door. You walked passed the many flowers and bouquets before ending up at the counter of the shop. A few daisies put in a vase next to the till. You softy brushed your fingertips over the small flowers. “They’re beautiful aren't they?” You looked up as a voice spoke. A middle aged woman standing in the doorway behind the counter, giving you a sweet smile. You smiled back at her. “Yes, they are.”

“In a few weeks they’ll be everywhere in the fields on the country side. It’s beautiful to go watch and take some pictures there.” She said as she walked closer. “You must be y/n, right?” She asked. You nodded. “Nice to meet you y/n. My name is Mrs Jeon but feel free to call me whatever you want. Eomma, Ahjuma, ...” She said, shaking your hand. “It’s nice to meet you too Mrs Jeon.” You answered.

“So, I heard from Mrs Oh you’re looking for a part time job?” She asked. You nodded. “I am. I worked for Mrs Oh before at the cafe but the job didn’t really fit me.” You said thinking back at your little failures there. Mrs Jeon nodded. “I see.. Well flowers should be no problem. Can’t break that easy if you drop them.” She said, giving you a playful wink. “Just watch out with the pots then.” You laughed. “I will.”

“So, when will you be able to start?” She suddenly asked. “S-Start? Like in, I got the job?!” You asked surprised. She nodded, smiling brightly. “I can't see why not. I could really use some extra pair of hands here and you need the money so why not? And as far as I’ve seen and heard you’re a nice girl. I would love for you to work here.” She said. You smiled and went in for a hug. “Oh, thank you Mrs Jeon! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much!” You said. The woman laughing while hugging you back. “Haha, you’re welcome my child. Anything to help a girl in need.”

“Now, I’ll need you on Mondays, Thursdays and Friday, if that’s alright?” She asked and you nodded. “And btw, do you know anything about flowers?” She asked. “Not really..” You answered as you nervously rubbed the back of your neck. “But I’m always willing to learn.” You said, hoping she wouldn't change her mind of hiring you just because your lack of knowledge about flowers.

“Good,” She said. “Tomorrow is Friday. You can start then if you want. My son will be here too. He always helps me out and Fridays and sometimes also in the weekend. You should meet him and he can also learn you a bit about the flowers here in the shop.” She said. You nodded, listening to everything Mrs Jeon had to say. She told you already a bit about the shop and the flowers and what kind of work you will be doing and about her son.

His name is Jungkook and he is 2 years older then you. Mrs Jeon wouldn't be at the shop tomorrow so her son will be giving you tasks and the knowledge about flowers that you need to know. He’ll also help you fill in the papers for the job, she said.

After a long but nice talk with Mrs Jeon it was finally time for you to go back home to get some rest so you would be fresh and well for your first day at your new job. You were already looking forward to it.

The next morning, just like promised, you walked into the flower shop. Ready to start your first day. You looked at the many beautiful flowers, standing still in front of the roses. They looked so good. Mrs Jeon must take really good care of all these, you thought. You walked a bit further and took a flower out of a water pot, smelling it. “They smell good don’t they?” You quickly turned around as the unknown voice spoke. You looked at the man in front of you with big eyes, the flower clamped between your fingers. The man laughed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He said softly. “My name is Jungkook. I’m Mrs Jeon’s son.” He said afterwards, making you feel a bit at ease again.

So this was Jungkook. He was pretty handsome for his age, you must admit. Dark brown wavy hair, matching brown eyes. He was slightly bigger then you. He was wearing a white shirt, black pants and a grey apron with leather brown straps. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up exposing his strong arms. He must have been working out to get all those muscles.

You looked back at his face and he gave you a sweet smile. “You must be y/n right?” He asked and you nodded. “Y-yeah, I am.” You answered. His smile widened more at your answer. He had such a beautiful smile. It gave you a warm and welcoming feeling. Just like with his mother. “My mom told me your knowledge about flowers is still lagging a bit. Let’s go fix that first and then you can go to work.” He said.”I’m looking forward to work with you y/n.” He said, smiling one more time before turning around and walking towards the back of the shop. He suddenly stopped and turned back around as he stood there in the door opening. “By the way,” He said. “that flower you’re holding right now is called a white jasmine. They have a really sweet alluring smell. You should smell them in the evening, then they smell the best.” He smiled. You put the flower back in his pot and then followed Jungkook towards the back of the shop. His smile making you smile too without you knowing. Behind the doorway there was a whole studio dedicated to making flower pieces, bouquets and so much more. Just like the front of the shop, this room was filled with flowers in pots.

“Do you like flowers y/n?” Jungkook suddenly asked. “I love plants.” You answered him. “I mean, flowers are nice. I don’t really got a special connection with them but it’s always nice to get some from the people you love and care about.” You told him.

He walked towards the flowers, stocked in water pots and then returned towards you. He gave you one flower. “Here” He said. You took the flower and looked at him confused. “Well- Thank you?” He chuckled at your response, thinking it was cute. “Every flower has its meaning. This one is a yellow rose. It’s a symbol of friendship. I hope we’ll work together well and become great friends y/n.” The boy said smiling. You smiled back at him at his sweet gesture. A yellow rose... No one has even given you roses before. It made you even blush a bit, only thinking about the thought of receiving one right now.

“Now,” Jungkook said, breaking your thoughts. “Let’s get to work shall we?” He asked and you nodded as he walked over towards the flowers, you following behind him. Today he learned you the names of a few flowers. He learned you what colours and smells fit the best together in a bouquet. You even made one together as an example. He also told you a bit about the history of the shop and about his family. To make the work a bit more fun.

He told you about the first part timer his mom hired one time and how bad he was at this. Always breaking the stems of the flowers or giving them too much water. He also told a bit about his youth and his little sister. He talked about his friends, the school band they had together. He even promised you he would take you with him one day to one of their practices so you could hear him singing.

You had such a great time with Jungkook. Listening to his stories, laughing together and getting to know each other. You were so caught up in it that you didn’t realise it was almost time to go home and say goodbye. “I hope you enjoyed today y/n.” Jungkook said as you were both standing at the counter. You aprons already hanging onto the hooks. “I really did Jungkook. Thanks for today and also a thank you for your mom to giving me this opportunity.” You said. Jungkook smiled. “You’re more then welcome y/n. Oh! before i forget. Mom told me the papers should be somewhere here.” He said as he went behind the counter to grab the papers out of a shelf. “Here they are.” He placed them onto the table with a pen. “So here is the money you will receive every month, They days you will work and here you can sign the paper.” He said, pointing out the things on the paper before handing over the pen. You signed the paper and gave then pen back. “So now you’re all set!” He said, taking the papers and putting them back in the shelf. “I’ll see you back next Friday y/n.” He said, giving you a smile. “See you next Friday Jungkook.” You said. You walked towards the front door as suddenly Jungkook shout out your name. “Y/n wait!” You turned around as the boy run over to you. “You almost forgot this.” He said, handing you the yellow rose he gave you earlier. You probably left it at the back of the shop. As he gave you back the rose your fingers slightly brushed. “Thank you Jungkook.” You answered. “Just call me kook or kookie, y/n. No need to be so formal.” He said. You nodded. “Ok. Goodnight kookie!” You said as you walked out. “Goodnight y/n-ah” He said in response. Little did you know how good he felt at you giving him that little nickname and how he was already slowly falling in love with you. And that after only knowing you for a day.

The next days in the flower shop you learned a lot. Mrs Jeon taught you some more stuff that Jungkook hadn’t and also gave you some tips and tricks. In no time you had to knowledge and techniques you needed. Sometimes Mrs Jeon would even leave the shop only to you, to go meet up with some costumers or bring some flowers for festivities. That’s how much she trusted you after working there for a few weeks. And about Jungkook? You guys became great friends and colleagues. Every passing week you became more and more comfortable around the boy. Sometimes you even fooled around with each other just like today...

 “Jeon Jungkook! Where did you hide my scissors this time?” You said, the boy acting all clueless and innocent. But you learned to look past that innocent bunny like face after a while. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have nothing.” He said, betrayed himself by turning around towards the flowers, the scissors poking out of the pockets of his pants. You went to grab them but he quickly turned around, just on time to dodge your hand trying to grab it. “Not so fast princess.” He said, giving you a smirk.

“Yah! Just give me my scissors back!” You yelled at him, trying to grab it but he always seemed to know your moves and turned to opposite way so you couldn't grab them. You were practically almost hugging the boy as you were trying to get your scissors back. He suddenly grabbed them out of his pocket and held them up high as you almost caught them out of his pants this time. You jumped towards his hand and he laughed as you couldn’t reach them. Every time you jumped and tried to grab them he took a step back so you couldn't get them until he bumped against the work table, not able to move another step backwards. As you made a last jump for it and finally got them your noses slightly brushed when you came back down. Your faces were now just one breath away. You looked at him in shock, the scissors falling onto the ground. He looked back at you, as shocked as you were. He looked so beautiful from up close. Just like an angel.

Not only your friendship for each other grow in these past weeks but also something else... Little by little you seemed to catch feelings for the sweet boy. Always when you goofed around together or you would laugh together or he would pull some shit on you like he did to you now you would feel some kind of way towards him afterwards. He made your heart raise, your cheeks turning pink, making you lost of words sometimes. It took you a while before you figured out you were actually developing feelings towards him. And now seeing him up close... Oh god.

You broke the awkward atmosphere between you two by coughing and taking a step back. “I’m sorry for that.” “It’s ok.” He almost immediately answered afterwards. You both squat down the grab the scissors, bumping your head in the process. “Sorry!” You both said simultaneously, chuckling awkwardly afterwards before standing back up. You both felt the atmosphere was a  bit awkward right now but you just ignored it and went back to work. Jungkook working on decorating a flower blanket and you working on a few bouquets to put into the front of the shop.

“Mom asked me if I wanted to go visit the flower fields this Saturday.” Jungkook said, breaking the silence. “I... I was wondering if you maybe... wanted to join me?” You turned towards him but he didn't look back, his eyes fixed on his work. You admired him for a bit as he just stared at the flowers, not doing anything. Just staring. Did he really just asked you to go do something out of the shop? Together? He suddenly turned towards you, making you look away.

Why is she always so cute. Jungkook thought while looking at you quickly looking away, your cheeks turning a light pink. He knew you were checking him out and he knew a while ago you were feeling as nervous as he did when your noses accidentally brushed. How hard it was for him to not pull you closer and kiss those pretty lips of yours right there and then. Since a few days ago, well- actually the first day he met you, he knew there was something about you. Already from that first day he felt awfully comfortable around you. Later on the boy caught himself staring more at you, always smiling when he was around you every passing day. Slowly he started developing feelings for you. And he knew it all to well.

You really walked into this shop and stole a piece of his heart. That part only growing bigger and bigger every day until it would swallow his heart completely. When his mom asked him to go take some pictures of the daisies this weekend to hang in the shop he didn’t hesitate to go ask you to join him. It would be your first time together outside the shop and work hours. He really looked forward to it and was really hoping for you to say yes and join him. You could maybe even make a date out of it, he thought for a moment.

“So what do you say?” Jungkook asked again. You turned towards him and nodded, giving him a sweet smile. “I would love to go with you take some pictures of the flower fields Jungkook.” You answered him, looking how his smile grow bigger. “Great.” He said, getting all hyper and giddy, not trying to show it much. He has this kind of sparkle in his eyes he gets when he is really excited for something, betraying him a bit. You loved to see him happy and would do anything to keep it that way.

“I’ll pick you up Saturday afternoon then.” They boy said, standing next to you. “I’ll send you my address.” You answered him before you both went back to work the biggest smile showing on both of your faces. You couldn't wait long enough for Saturday to come.

A night and a few hours later and you guys were already making your way towards the countryside. Away from the busy city. You looked out of the window of Jungkook’s car, watching the tall buildings change into high trees and the many busy people into empty, far reaching fields.

“Wah, It’s so nice to finally be out of that busy, stressful place for once and go find some peace into nature.” You said.

Jungkook smiled at seeing you so happy and relaxed. It made him feel at ease. He was happy to take you away out of your busy life for once. So you finally could forget about all your worries for a while. Today would be just about you and him. No one else. “I hope you’ll like it. You really never went to the country side at the end of summer to watch the last flower fields bloom?” He asked and you shook your head. “I haven't. But i bet it’s beautiful. And I’m sure it will be even more fun with you there too.” You said, giving him a soft smile before looking back outside. He smiled at you, concentrating on the road and sometimes taking a glance at your face.

When you finally arrived at your destination, a little cute village with even still a few traditional old Korean houses, you got out of the car. The sun shining brightly onto your skin. As you walked through a few streets of the village Jungkook lightly brushed his hand against yours before grabbing it and holding onto it. You looked at your intertwined hands and bite your lip, blushing a bit. You looked up at him as Jungkook just looked in front of him. Admiring the small but beautiful houses around him. You smiled before looking away, also admiring the cute little houses. “It must be so nice to live here.” You said. “Away from all the noise and stress, cars that are always honking, people yelling at each other on the streets. How much I would give to live in a place like this.”

“You would love to live on the countryside?” Jungkook asked and you nodded. Smiling at only thought of living here. In the quiet peaceful village. Every morning waking up with the sound of birds chirping, leaves rustling and the sun lightly shining through the curtains warm on your skin. How good that would be... Before you knew it you arrived at the end of the village and at the start of a giant field covered with daisies.

You looked at it with wondering eyes, your hand slipping out of Jungkook’s as you went to take a closer look at the flowers. Jungkook went to stand behind you. He hesitated at first, wondering if it maybe was a bit to early but eventually ended up doing it. He softly wrapped his arms around your waist, his chin resting onto your shoulder. “You like it?” He asked as you both watched the sun set behind the field. “I love it.” You answered, leaning back in his embrace. You guys hugged before but never had Jungkook hugged you like this. And it made you weirdly feel awfully comfortable. Like you could stay forever in his arms.

After a few minutes he unwrapped his arms from around you to take his camera out and take the pictures his mother asked for. Sometimes he would even take some pictures of you without you knowing. He took a few of you just admiring the flowers and from you picking a few out. You said you wanted to try to make a flower crown with it.

A while later as the sun was still going down, you sat down in the middle of another field filled with high grass and some wild flowers. You trying to make a flower crown and Jungkook admiring you, now and then making some small talk with you or laughing at your cute behaviour. He loved how your hair would softly move as the wind blew through it or how you would bite your lip when you were concentrating on putting the flowers together nicely. His heart was melting at seeing you. From that moment on he knew he was completely yours.

Once you finished the flower crown you carefully put it onto Jungkook’s head. “How do I look?” He asked. “Like a beautiful flower boy.” You said, giggling. Jungkook laughed with you, a flower falling off of the crown. “It’s not as tight as I thought it was..” You said as you picked up the flower and tried to put it back onto the crown. You leaned a bit closer as you concentrated on trying to get it back in. Jungkook grabbed your hand and pushed it back down. You looked at him confused as he took the small flower out of your hand. With his free hand he brushed some hair out of your face before putting the flower behind your ear. “There..” He said, smiling as the flower held its place. He looked into your eyes and smiled. You smiled back at him. You didn’t realise, while you were smiling at each other you were also slightly leaning into each other. Jungkook changed his gaze from staring into your eyes towards staring at your lips. How bad he wanted to feel them against his. “Y/n,” He suddenly spoke. “Yes, Jungkook?” You asked, not leaning back but staying as close as possible to him. “Can I... Can I kiss you?” The boy asked nervously, licking his lips, hoping you would let him. You nodded softly and Jungkook took this as a sign, leaning in closer and connecting his lips with yours.

You leaned into his touch, kissing him back lightly. Jungkook’s hand went from next to him towards your face. His thumb softly caressing your cheek as he carefully moved his lips against yours. His heart was beating like crazy. He looked so forward towards this exact moment. The moment you would choose him, like his heart chose you.

He broke this after a while, his forehead leaning against yours, eyes still closed. Both of his hand fell onto your lap. You took his hands in yours and finally opened your eyes, meeting his brown ones. You smiled at him before leaning in for another kiss. This time you wrapped your arms around his neck while Jungkook sneaked his around your hips. He suddenly pulled you closer, making you gasp as you landed onto his lap. You looked down at him as he smiled up at you, giving you that boyish playful grin. “So does this mean you’re mine now?” He asked as he looked up at you, keeping you close. You laughed at his cockiness. “Only if it makes you mine too.” You answered. He grinned. “I was already yours from the first day we met.” He answered softly, before pulling you down again for one last kiss.

After your little moment in the fields you went back to the village, walking happily hand in hand as you strolled through the cute evening market. You stopped at a stand that sold some self made products. Things like soap, body scrubs, perfume, ... While you were choosing some products to buy for yourself you didn't notice Jungkook slipping away and buying something at the flower stand behind you. As you turned around Jungkook stood there with a red rose in his hand. “Previous time, I gave you a yellow rose for the start of a beautiful  friendship. I never thought it would turn out this way but I’m glad it did. And so I want to give you this red rose this time as a start of or love for each other.” He said, before giving you the rose. You smelled it before looking up at him, smiling brightly. “It’s perfect.” You said before taking a step forward and hugging the boy. He didn't hesitate to immediately hug you back, leaving a soft kiss at the top of your head. “I love you y/n.” He whispered. Where you on answered. “I love you too, my kookie.” He chuckled at you calling out his nickname. From the first day until now it made him feel things and he loved it.

“What would you say of making from this beautiful day an even more beautiful night?” He whispered in your ear, making you look up at him, your arms still wrapped around each other. “What do you mean?” You asked him. He smiled, playing with a strand of your hair. “What do you think of continuing this date at my house?” He asked. “We got the house all to ourselves tonight. My mom and dad are out of town for the night.”

You looked around you for a bit thinking if this wasn’t a bit too fast for a first date but does it really matter when you love someone that badly and know you would want to spend the rest of your live with him? “Let’s go to your house then.” You said, raising a brow and giving him a smirk. He licked his lips as he looked you up and down. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” He said, a seductive smirk playing on his lips before he smacked your ass and walked towards the car.

When you arrived at his home it was like you couldn't get inside fast enough. Jungkook had you pressed against the door, kissing you hungry as he tried to get the keys into the small opening. When he finally managed to open the door he opened it and pushed you inside, breaking the kiss for a second the close the door, before pushing you back against it, his lips crashing onto yours again. Shoes and socks were thrown off almost immediately as you were both so hungry for each other. A small moan left your lips as Jungkook pushed his tongue past your lips, discovering your mouth as he pushed his body closer against yours. You placed your hands onto his sides, slightly tilting his shirt up. Jungkook got the hint and broke the kiss for a second taking off his shirt and revealing his toned, strong body. You caressed his naked chest as Jungkook kissed you again, a groan leaving his mouth. He took a few steps backwards, pulling you with him until you guys reached the cough. He sat down onto it, pulling you on top. He reached for your shirt, pulling it over your head, unclasping your bra afterwards and throwing it away somewhere in the dark room. Jungkook admired you for a second, trying to enjoy this moment as much as possible. “You’re so beautiful y/n..” He murmured under his breath. “So beautiful and all mine.”

You leaned down and started kissing him again, his hands first on your sides but not for that long as you already felt them moving up towards your breasts.

His lips went from your mouth towards your cheek, your jawline, your neck and your shoulder. Making sure no part of skin is left out. You grind onto him as he peppers your skin with kisses, one hand grouping at your breast in the meanwhile. As his kisses got lower you felt yourself becoming very aroused and wet down there, making you grind harder onto him as he finally took one of your nipples into his mouth. You could already feel him getting hard as he sucked and played with is tongue around your nipple. “Fuck kookie-” You cried out, your hands buried into his soft brown locks. He unlocked his mouth from around your nipple for a second. “Say that again sweetheart. Who’s making you feel this good?” He asked you, his hips grinding up against your core, making you moan. “Y-you, Jungkook.” You answered him. He smiled at you, licking his wet lips before attaching his mouth this time on the other nipple.

You gasped as he suddenly picked you up and carried you out of the living room, up the stairs. “ Let’s take this upstairs, shall we?” He said before kissing you again, carrying you upstairs, towards his room. Once inside, the door closed, he placed you down on the bed carefully before crawling on top, never breaking the kiss. Your arms pulled his face closer, his body getting closer as well, his now full erection, poking through his pants and grinding against your already wet core. Jungkook broke the kiss and sat up between your legs. He smiled at you, breathing heavily from all the kissing, before unbuttoning your pants and sliding them down with your panties, leaving you completely exposed in front of him. Once he managed to get off your pants and drop them on the floor he admired your body again, making sure he has seen every little bit of it. “My beautiful princess.” He said as he softly started caressing your inner thighs. He looked down at your core for a second, noticing how wet you already are for him, it made his cock twitch in his pants, knowing he was the one having this effect on you. “Before I do something else to you, I wanna taste that sweet pussy down there first.” He said seductively. He looked at you one last time before leaning down and starting to kiss your thighs. He always started at one knee and then made his way downwards. He made sure he wasn’t going to fast, making you whimper beneath him as he savoured this moment. “Already whining and whimpering. You’re so sensitive love, so... sweet.” He said before dipping his tongue between your folds, licking up in one smooth stroke. You buckled your hips up at the sensation. Oh god, how good his mouth felt onto your dripping pussy. You immediately wanted more. He looked up at you, making sure you guys made eye contact before planting his mouth onto your core again. You whimpered, biting your lip as you gripped onto the sheets. Jungkook concentrated himself on his work, lapping you out at a steady pace. Sometimes he would moan, sending shivers down your spine and making your core pulsate.

Before you knew it he was sucking and flicking his tongue onto your clit. Your moans got louder as you felt your first orgasm coming near. If his mouth already wasn’t enough, he also added two fingers, pushing them inside of your tight hole, stretching you out and rubbing at all the right places as he kept assaulting your clit with his mouth. You clenched around his fingers. “I can feel you’re close. Come for me princess. Make me taste your delicious fluids.” He said as he kept his steady pace, making you cum in no time.

He took his fingers out of your core and slowly started to lap up your juices that were leaking out of your cunt. You shivered as he lapped you out, still sensitive from your orgasm. Once he was done he looked back up from between your legs, his lips wet and glistening from eating you out. “You taste so good love.” He said, pushing himself back up before leaning back over you and kissing you, making you taste yourself. While his tongue played with yours in his mouth he unbuckled his pants and pushed them off, leaving him only in boxers. He parted from your lips for a moment and leaned over towards his nightstand, opening the drawer and taking out a condom. He placed the condom between his teeth as he sat up to take his boxers down. But before he could do that he let out a moan as you were softly caressing the shape of his dick through his boxers. You bite your lip as you looked at it. only of seeing the shape through his trousers you knew he was big. He took your hand that was caressing over his dick and lead it towards the edge of his boxers. You placed your other hand on the other side and slowly started to slide it down until his member sprung free, standing tall and proud.

You licked your lips as you looked back up at him. He smirked, the condom still between his teeth. He took the condom out of his mouth. “Like what you see?” He asked and you laughed, nodding. “I love what I see.” You answered, sitting up and leaning close towards him, your lips ghosting over his, early touching. You gave him a seductive stare while taking the condom out of his hand and opening it. He kept staring at your lips as he suddenly felt one of your hands wrapping around his dick. He let out a soft, low moan as you started to stroke it. As you picked up the pace he couldn't hold it any more and leaned in closer, kissing you hungrily.

He pushed you back onto the mattress before getting up again, taking the condom out of your hands and rolling it over his length. “Ready for a second orgasm?” He asked, hovering over you again, one hand holding his dick and teasing your entrance with the tip. You whined as you pushed your hips up a bit, wanting him fill you up already. “I love it when your body is begging for me.” He said lowly, his lips ghosting over your neck. “Let’s give it what it wants then.” He said, before pushing in. He slowly slide inside until he was completely bottomed out. You let out a moan, satisfied of having him finally inside you, of having him fill you up completely.

Jungkook peppered your neck and shoulder with soft kisses while he let you adjust to his size. Now and then giving you little compliments, about how beautiful he thinks you are, how happy he is to have you, how tight you are and how you take him so well. “So good for me princess.” He said, peeking your lips this time.

“You can move now.” You told him when you finally felt like you had adjusted to his size. He nodded and softly started to slide out of you again before thrusting back in. And damn... It felt so good. While Jungkook kept a slow but steady pace you wrapped your arms around him, your hands clamping onto his back and shoulders. “Faster” You told him after a while and he did what you asked. He took up the pace a bit, moans rolling out of both of your mouths as you made love to each other for the first time. It was amazing. Both breathing heavily, hearts beating fast, heads leaned against each other as Jungkook kept thrusting into you. He kissed your full swollen lips again as he speed up some more. When he was at his highest speed you were both a moaning mess. Your kisses and thrusts got more sloppy as you both feared your orgasm. “Fuck y/n- I’m close. Please tell me you’re close too. I wanna cum together.” He said between groans and heavy breaths. You nodded, your own orgasm almost reaching it’s peak. “I’m close too.” You told him. “Good” He said, before giving a few final thrusts making you both cum.

He breathed heavily as he just rest his body on top of yours, his dick still pulsating now and then inside of you every time you clenched around him. You both were breathing hard as you just stayed still and laid on top of each other. You softly started to caress Jungkook’s hair as you both came down from your hight. He softly closed his eyes, listening to your heart beat and enjoying the soft caresses over his head.

After a minute of two his dick slipped out of you making you feel empty again. Jungkook opened his eyes and pushed his body back up. He gave you a tired smile, receiving one back from you. He lazily kissed you one more time before getting up, taking the condom off and throwing it into the bin. When he came back you both snuggled up against each other onto the bed. He played down on his back as you laid on your side. One leg placed over his and one arm wrapped around his chest. Jungkook wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you a bit closer, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead. “I love you y/n” He said. You smiled at yourself before looking up to him and saying it back. “I love you too Jungkook.”

“So... you’re ready for round two?” He suddenly asked. You looked at him in shock. How quickly had this boy recovered from the first round!? He chuckled and peeked your lips. “It’s ok love. I’ll let you recover first but I really want my round two afterwards.” He said, as you shook your head in unbelief. “Wish, this boy.” “What?Your body is just so irresistible.” He said, giggling.

And before you knew it, a round two became a round three and so on. To keep it short, you had a great night together and it wouldn't be the last one. How it all started with you desperately looking for a job and eventually ending up meeting the love of your life. Life couldn't get better.

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BTS Reaction || Their Future Son Comes To See Them [Request]

A/N: Just reminds me of those tiktoks, “is that dad on the poster?” “WhIcH oNe Is It?” Different tropes for the guys since I want to try and see if you guys liked that

SEOKJIN: College Au

There was a flash of green light coming from behind one of the bookcases in the college library and Jin flinched turning to look over his shoulder to see a teenage boy coughing up a storm, 

"You okay?" Jin asked as he slowly got up from his chair to help the boy, he turned to look at Jin and smiled brightly while jumping up and down on the spot. 

"It worked!" He yelled out, earning a death glare from the librarian, 

"It worked?" Jin questioned trying to look behind the case where the boy had emerged but there was nothing there that could explain the green flashing. 

"So...Where is she?" Jin frowned at the question, looking around the library to see if the boy could have been speaking to anybody else but there was nobody besides Jin and the librarian there. 

"...Who?"

"Mum! Where is she? I know you guys said you met in the library but I didn't think you meant it," Jin frowned even more as he stared over at his desk, rubbing his head. Maybe he'd just fallen asleep and this was some kind of weird dream he was having so he slowly made his way back to the desk and sat down.

"There she is!" The boy yelled out in excitement, sitting beside Jin as you entered the library, your head down in a book as you walked towards the table behind Jin completely ignoring him.

"I must have messed up the dates, I thought you said you and mum met today...I wanted to see it," Jin shook his head before turning to look at the boy. 

"What are you talking about? Is this some kind of sick joke?" Jin had always had a crush on you, it was no secret amongst him and his friends so he figured this was their way of pranking him for it.

"Dad...No, I came from the future to see you...I wanted to watch you guys meet for the first time." Jin shook his head even more not believing it for a single second but then he heard you gasp in shock, his whole body turned to look at you as you clutched your finger. 

"Paper cut," Jin walked over to you, cleaning up your finger while giving you a band-aid, 

"I always come prepared," You laughed softly at him introducing yourself while your future son sat back and observed everything there was.

When Jin turned back to question the boy on who he really was he was gone and just like that he was talking to you about the book you were reading and what you were doing for the prom that was coming up.

YOONGI: Idol!Au

Yoongi stared at the boy that was sitting on his studio sofa, 

"Oh sweet, you have these in the future too!" The boy yelled out reaching forward to take some of the sweets that were sitting in the middle of the coffee table in front of Yoongi's sofa,

"How- Did somebody let you in?" Yoongi could have sworn he hadn't heard the bell to his door go off to signal someone was coming into the room and he hadn't been working that hard on anything. 

"No, I used my time machine, I wanted to see what you were doing today eighteen years ago...You grounded me so I just wanted to explore for a bit." Yoongi stared at the boy before shaking his head, 

"I'm asleep. I just fell asleep because I'm working too hard." He mumbled to himself as he began turning back to the computer and working, 

"If I was in your dreams how would I know the password to your computer and the fact that your crush is going to meet you in fifteen minutes." Yoongi's hand on the mouse tightened and the boy smirked, 

"No one knows about my crush on Y/n," He grumbled turning to look back at the boy who was nodding, 

"I do, in fact, mum knows she's just waiting for the right time to do something about it. She's still stuck on the whole, "It'll ruin our friendship" thing but you win her over in the end," 

"You keep saying, mum, who's your mum?" The door to Yoongi's office opened and you walked into the room with food in your hands, 

"I bought lunch! I also stopped by your favourite coffee place and got your favourite snacks," You stopped speaking when you saw the boy on his sofa, 

"I didn't know you had a friend-"

"I was just leaving, have fun." The boy got up and headed to the door, with your back to him he pointed at you and mouthed, "that's mum" to Yoongi before leaving the room with a giant smile on his face, Yoongi more confused than ever.

HOSEOK: Non!Idol AU

"You know, it would all go a lot smoother if you just spoke to her," A voice from behind Hoseok said making him jump, kneeing the table and spilling his drink all over the floor. 

"What? S-Speak to who?" He stuttered out at the teenage boy that was now sitting in front of him while you came over to clean up the spilt drink. 

"Her," The boy mumbled as you walked away to get some cleaning supplies, 

"What are you talking about?" The boy sighed rolling his head back as he stared at the ceiling, 

"Mum always said you were clueless when you were younger," He turned to look back at Hoseok who seemed even more confused than before. 

"Talk to her, give her your number. She's sick of dropping you hints that you don't pick up on," Hoseok shook his head as he tried to think what the boy was talking about. 

"You said mum said I was clueless...Do I know you?" The boy rolled his eyes, 

"Ah, what the hell, you won't remember. I'm your son from the future...I came to tell you that mum was always sick of your taking your time on asking her out...So just do it," Hoseok blinked trying to decide if he had heard that sentence right or if he was just starting to lose his mind. 

"She was really pretty at my age...Not that she's not beautiful you know in the future but dad...Seriously, take a shot before you lose-" He stopped speaking when you came back to the table, 

"I'll just get this cleaned up, is there anything I can get you for you Hobi and your new little friend?" You turned to look at the boy and that was when you and Hoseok both noticed he was gone,

"Weird...I didn't hear the bell on the door," You frowned but Hoseok smiled at you, 

"He must have had something to do, I didn't even know him...Do you maybe...Wanna hang out this weekend?" Your eyes lit up, you'd been dreaming of him asking you out for weeks. 

"Sure, text me." You whispered, writing your number down on an order form and giving it to him before hopping back behind the counter.

NAMJOON: Book shop AU

"Isn't that like the fifth time you've been in there this week, mum is going to think you're insane," Namjoon jumped at the boy that was standing in front of him when he came out of the store. He looked too old to be your son but Namjoon stared at him, 

"I didn't know Y/n had a son," Namjoon said to the boy who shook his head, 

"She doesn't yet, you and her will have one in the future and that's me." Namjoon laughed loudly before covering his mouth as he saw people staring over at him with a look of confusion on their faces. 

"What are you talking about?" The boy sighed leaning against the wall that was behind him, 

"I know you'll never believe me but I'm your future son, you and Y/n end up together and you both end up very happy." Namjoon smiled at the thought of it, being with you. It had been his dream for the longest time since he had a huge crush on you but he never for a second thought that the boy in front of him would even be his future son. 

"What makes you think I would believe-" He stopped speaking when there was a flash of green light and the boy was missing from where he had previously been standing. 

"I need to get some sleep," Namjoon grumbled, walking off in the direction of the dorms.

JIMIN: Best Friends Sister

Jimin walked past your bedroom door to see a boy standing in the door, 

"Oh...Are you Y/n's boyfriend?" He questioned as he felt jealously beginning to bubble inside of him at the thought of you having a boyfriend. Not that it was his business since you were Jin's younger sister and Jimin knew if he even tried to date you Jin would break every bone in his body. 

"No, God no! She's my mum! Ew!" Jimin frowned wondering if it was some kind of joke that he wasn't understanding but the boy looked around the room. 

"I came to see if you guys were together yet but I think I got the year wrong," He mumbled beginning to tap on a watch that was around his wrist, 

"What are you talking about? Got the year wrong? Mum?" The boy let out an unimpressed loud groan. 

"You and Y/n are my mum and dad...You guys will end up together, now if you'll excuse me-" He was cut off when a flash of green happened and Jimin was left in the room by himself. 

"Jimin? What are you doing in my room?" Your voice came from behind him and he jumped, trying to think of an excuse.

TAEHYUNG: Idol AU

"You can't be shy forever, you have to speak at some point." Taehyung stared at the boy in front of him, claiming to be his son from the future. Taehyung didn't believe him of course, what kind of person would believe something like that? 

"You have no idea what you're talking about," Taehyung mumbled, going back to working on the song he and Jimin were writing with one another, 

"Mum is about to walk through the door, you'll compliment her clothes, she'll compliment your looks and then you'll get so sweaty and nervous you leave the room. That's how mum remembers it anyway," The door handle wiggled and Taehyung filled with dread at the thought of talking you the way that the boy explained it would go down. 

"I'm joking. That's uncle Jimin, he'll go and get Mum in 3...2...1-"

"Y/N WAIT UP!" Taehyung's eyes widened as he realised the boy was telling him the truth, then he filled with joy as he realised he and you were finally going to be the ones to end up together...He just had to somehow pluck up the courage to talk to you properly without his heart combusting into a pile of ashes.

JUNGKOOK: Best friends Ex

"Whatever the boys are paying you, I'll pay you triple to leave me alone," Jungkook grumbled as the teenage boy sat on the end of his bed watching him closely then checking the date, 

"Oh shit. It's the day Uncle Taehyung found out you loved Y/n...Don't worry dad, it works out...Taehyung forgives you for falling in love with her and he lets you be happy." Jungkook shook his head wanting all of this to go away. He'd confessed to Taehyung about his hidden feelings for you and it started a huge fight between the two of them about how they were supposed to be friends. 

"You're just messing with me, it's Taehyung trying to get me back." He mumbled into the pillow but the boy sighed, 

"If it was Taehyung getting me back how would I know the date you and mum get married, that my middle name is Tae - after my uncle and that you had a weird scar on your left thigh that you got about three weeks ago that you haven't told anyone about." Jungkook froze as he stared up at the boy, 

"I gotta go, but just...Just believe you and mum will be together soon. I promise." With that the boy slowly began to vanish out of the room and Jungkook was left alone with his thoughts, thoughts of you and him finally being together and everyone being happy around you.

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A giant going out to eat with their friends and getting a tiny in their food that looks more appetizing then the meal.,, (crimeboys??)

ITS TAKEN A WHILE BUT I DID IT, OVER 2K FUCKING WORDS TOO. I REWROTE THIS ONCE ADNJADNAJD AND I HOPE IT WAS WORTH IT LOL /s

Warnings: Soft vore, choking and maybe mentions of fatal? (It's not as bad as it sounds i promise)

Words: 2K+

There was one restaurant known worldwide, known for its delicious recipes from a world-renowned chef, Philza Minecraft. It’s not only known for its mouth-watering meals but also its delightful sweets from their baker, Kristin Minecraft.

Phil and Kristin had met back in their college days in one of the most famous schools for culinary with everyone going there being talented individuals and exceeding expectations of taste tasters across the world, the school’s purpose was to help drive those expectations even further.

Phil was a fine-dining chef whilst Kristin was studying in the baking course. Both had run into each other in coincidence and continued to run into each other since. And well, the two had simply fallen in love fairly quickly, they became the school’s admirable couple. It was love at first sight.

So, you couldn’t be surprised that Phil purposed so quickly after graduation, it was a simple picnic date where Phil attempted to bake a special cupcake for his beloved Kristin. And in the middle of that cupcake was an engagement ring.

They got married soon after, then settled down, started a restaurant together which became known as Tasty Treats. Then came their two little bundles of joy. Wilbur and Techno, they grew up in the restaurant, showing their own cooking talents. But not as much as their parents.

Techno had a particular interest in potatoes, any food he made with his parents had to be made with the ingredients, not that his parents minded this interest. It was just they had no idea why he had an interest in such things.

Techno was more like his father than his mother, and it was the opposite for Wilbur, more like his mother than his father. Although talented with his baking it wasn’t really his main interest, he just helped his mother where he could. His interest was music.

He was often just playing music for the restaurant, his own songs or general music. People noted that Wilbur did have a lot of musical talent, one that was similar to a siren’s lullaby. It was hypnotic, if you heard it, you’d be leered to the restaurant without a choice.

That’s how they met their third bundle of joy.

It was known that Borrowers lived amongst Humans, some being known as family or friends, they were known to live in Human’s walls or under floorboards and such. They weren’t eaten commonly as they used to be since Borrowers had evolved to be resistant to digestive acids.

Tommy had been a young Borrower, a kid living in the restaurant’s walls. He was abandoned by his parents and had grown to be somewhat independent on his own. He definitely wasn’t sneaky or cautious, but he got the job done.

Many of the customers and the owners were aware of a Borrower amidst their walls but they didn’t mind them, since well, the Borrower wasn’t doing any harm to them.

Now how did Wilbur’s music come into play? Well, Tommy would often listen to Wilbur’s music above a loose vent covering in the room. Wilbur was just a teenager and Tommy was just a child at the time.

Tommy was allured to the boy’s music, he found joy and comfort in Wilbur’s music, many had seen him at this point, but he had just become a part of the restaurant at this point, he had yet to be caught yet though.

Wilbur was just happily singing but got called over to help his mom with baking, to which he happily agreed and put his guitar aside by the chair, much to Tommy’s disappointment. Tommy stood up and was about to go back to his little space in the walls when he felt the rumbling in his stomach.

Right, he needed food.

So, he made his way to the kitchen. He stealthily entered the kitchen (as much as he could) and made his way over to the counter, he scanned around for anything to eat and a particular mixing bowl caught his eye and he made his way over to it, without the humans noticing him.

Once he saw the mixing bowl, he was delighted to see that it was a cookie dough mixture, the chocolate chips already in place, all they needed was to be cut into shape and baked. So, before the inevitable happens, he may have helped himself a bit.

But big mistake, “Wilbur! Could you pass me the cookie dough mixture, please? Darling?”, “Yeah! Course Mom!”. The sounds of the humans scared Tommy to a point he fell into the mixing bowl and when he looked up, a wide-eyed human stood above him…

…

“Mom! There’s a Borrower in the mixture!” Wilbur yelled out in confusion. “What?! Bring it here!”. Wilbur then brought the bowl to the other side of the room where his mother was. He placed the bowl down with Tommy struggling to get out of the mixture.

Kristin peered down into the bowl, her eyes widened as she immediately pulled out the Borrower, it scared Tommy. Was he going to be killed for stealing their food?! Was this his end? Tears stung into the boy’s eyes as he looked away from the human who was holding him in between her fingers.

“Wilbur, pass me a cloth, will you?” The hold then changed to a much comfortable one as he now laid on the human’s hand, “Awe you poor guy, you’re just a kid”. Tommy looked up angrily and with fear, he managed to speak up. “I’m not a little kid! I’m a big man!”.

Kristin's eyes softened and she smiled at the Borrower, “A big strong man, huh?” she asked with playful curiosity as Wilbur handed her the cloth, “Mhm!”. “Well, big strong man. Could you tell me your name?”.

“Tommy…”, “Nice to meet you, Tommy, I’m Kristin”. Tommy looked to Kristin to see a comforting face, it assured Tommy it was safe. Then, Kristin used the cloth to wipe over Tommy and clean him up. And once he was, he got another smile.

“You hungry, Tommy?”. To which Tommy nodded, he was then handed multiple chocolate chips to eat. Whilst he ate, he listened to the two humans’ conversation. “You think this is the borrower living in the restaurant?” asked Wilbur, “I think so”.

The two continued to talk as they worked, Tommy answering questions he was asked and that was show they met.

Now years later, Tommy was a teenager himself helping out in the restaurant. Multiple changes had been made to the restaurant to become a lot more Borrower friendly so their new son Tommy could easily move around.

Yep, Tommy had been adopted by the Minecraft’s so he was now Tommy Innit Minecraft. And he couldn’t be happier with his family.

“Tommy hun, mind taking this over to your father please?”. It was a small pot of seasoning his mother had prepped for his father’s latest recipe. “Yep, Will do Mom!”. He yelled as he grabbed the seasoning from his mother’s hands. He almost lost his balance from the weight of the seasoning but managed.

He made his way over to the kitchen, where his father was with Techno, “Dad! Seasoning!”. He yelled as he almost toppled over from the weight of the seasoning. His father noticed and immediately put everything aside, running over to catch his son.

Tommy landed in his hand and the seasoning in his father's hands. “Thank you, Toms”. Tommy then regained his balance, “Where’s Wilbur?”.

“Dunno”. Techno responded as he stirred the potato stew he was making. “It’s been forever since we’ve seen him! When’s he coming?!”. Wilbur’s musical talent had been recognised and had been offered a scholarship at one of the world's most prestigious music colleges.

He didn’t want to miss out on seeing Wilbur again.

“Tommy! A little help please!”. His mother called which snapped him out of his thoughts, he then ran over to the front to his mom and carried out the tasks given to him.

Now he was stirring a bowl for his mom as the day was almost finished, as they were closing his mind began to wander. Then, the bell before the door rang, it caught Tommy off guard to a point to which he fell into the bowl. “Sorry we’re-“ His mom cut herself off.

“Wilbur!”, She suddenly yelled. Running over to her son and embracing him into a tight hug. “Hi, mom! I missed you!”, he hugged back. “I missed you too, honey!”, he placed a kiss upon his forehead.

Then, Techno and Phil entered the room, “Wil!” his father said enthusiastically as he joined the hug of the two. “Hi dad!”, Wilbur laughed. The hug then broke apart and then he got a ruffle of his hair from Techno.

The four of them laughed, “How’s college been for you, mate?”, “Tiring, but great! I’m having a lot of fun!”. “Good!”. The four continued to converse until silence overcame them, they were all wondering the same thing. “Where’s Tommy?”.

The four then agreed to split up and find the Borrower, Wilbur searched the front kitchen, Techno in the back, Techno the storage and Kristin the serving area.

“Tommy! Where are you!?”, yelled Wilbur as he lifted the lids of pots to try and see if the Borrower was hiding in ingredients again. “Tommy!?”, he yelled again then noticed the out of place whisk in a mixing bowl, with Tommy struggling to breach the surface.

He then picked up Tommy, carefully yet playfully lifted him by the leg. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” he said with a playful tone. Tommy then began to spit out curses. “Fuck you! Lemme go dickhead!”.

“That’s how you greet your brother after not seeing him for months, Tommy?”. Tommy then stopped his struggles and looked to his brother, “No- I-“. Wilbur then laughed, “Calm down Toms- I’m just messing with you!”.

“Dickhead!”.

“Be quiet Gremlin since you’re covered in batter. I suppose we better get you cleaned up, huh?”.

“Don’t you fucking dare!”

Wilbur then lifted the boy above his mouth, smirking at his brother’s struggles. He then open his mouth, bringing his tongue out to taste him, he licked at the batter covering him, “Chocolate pudding? That’s always been one of my favourites!”.

He then carefully dropped Tommy into his mouth, feeling no struggle, he knew he had permission. So, he closed his mouth and poked his tongue at Tommy. To which his tongue got attacked by the playful struggles and hugs.

He then pinned Tommy to the top of his mouth, swallowing the chocolate pudding. He then opened his mouth to bring Tommy back out as his fingers carefully picked up the boy. Tommy complained as he was brought out of the mouth.

“What, you want to be swallowed?”. Tommy’s poutful expression was enough of an answer. “Alright! Alright!”. Then put the borrower back into his mouth. The once Chocolate pudding turning into a taste of Strawberry and Vanilla.

Soon, after tasting the borrower, he tilted his head back and was about to swallow. When the bang of the door scared the fuck out of Wilbur. “Wilbur!” Techno yelled, “We can’t find Tommy!”. His family soon joined the room.

The family stood as Wilbur almost toppled over, holding his throat and stomach. Tilting his head upwards as he began to choke. “Wilbur?!”, his father then ran over to Wilbur. He grabbed his son’s shoulders.

“T-tom-“. Wilbur choked out, Phil’s eyes widened as he realised what was happening. “Techno! Go grab water!”. Techno ran over to the sink, filling the cup to the brim and running over, handing the cup to Wilbur.

Wilbur gulped the water down, the lump in his throat moving as it finally made its way to his stomach. Wilbur panted as he finally got air into his lungs. “J-Jesus…”. Phil patted his back gently to soothe his son.

“Are you okay?”, he asked. “I-I’m fine”. Wilbur’s hand then suddenly moved down to his stomach, and he stared down at it. “Are you okay, Toms?”. “I almost died! Dickhead!”. Wilbur’s then rubbed his stomach in circles and sighed.

“Tommy’s fine too”. Then, he stood up with the help of his family and made their way home. Once he was in his room he put a hand to his stomach, feeling Tommy comfortably sleeping. ‘Yeah, sleep sounds good’. Then laid back, falling asleep himself.

[twinantithesis]

An egomaniac and eternal smartass, I give you...

Heinrich von Schneeplestein!

Backstory & fun facts below the cut!

Heinrich is 38, 5′3, and a trans pansexual man!

Heinrich was born peacefully, unlike his brothers, as ‘Henrik’. Jack planned his entire life and existence from baby to his Henrik von Schneeplestein. He was a perfected Creation and, oh boy, does he know it. He was born right in front of Jack and immediately covered in blankets so he could come to terms with his backstory. The first words he spoke was an awkward, accented: “Someone get me coffee with whiskey or I kill everyone in this room.”

Henrik remembers an uneventful, spoiled life as the son of a rich single father in Germany. He remembers an easy, fully paid for FtM transition after only asking twice. He remembers medical school and a rowdy group of troublemakers as his college companions. He remembers Miranda, a Dutch exchange student, who he fell wildy, loudly in love with. He remembers the attractive tennis instructor that made him realise he loved men. He remembers Miranda sleeping with that instructor in revenge when she found out. He ripped apart everything from college while drunk the next day. He dropped contact with everyone, moved to Britain, and began using his three years of medical school to treat criminals and underground magicians. Occasionally, while living with the others, strange, shady people started showing up begging for Henrik. Well, actually... They asked for ‘Heinrich.’

Heinrich, as it turns out his actual name is, is an egomaniac at his core. He is, to himself, alway the smartest, hottest, coolest, funniest person in the room. When working in the hospital, his methods are very similar to Dr. House from House M.D. Heinrich is convinced he knows best, and to the chagrin of his colleagues, Heinrich is smart enough that he’s usually right. Heinrich isn’t self aware of it, but he shows a large amount of ADHD symptoms, with a tendency to hyperfixate on patient’s cases until they’re healed or dead. 

Jack loves Heinrich, and finds his egotistical behaviour charming and hilarious. They’re fond of each other and definitely friends, but they don’t spend much time together due to not sharing many interests. 

Jackie and Heinrich are BEST FRIENDS! They adore and feed off each other’s personalities greatly. Heinrich is confident enough to rub off on Jackie even in his most self-loathing moments. Jackie is kind and loving in a way that validates and assures Heinrich emotionally. They love just going for walks and talking, doing chores together, just plain being side by side. Heinrich buys Jackie his favourite foods and always patches him up after his escapades out on the street. 

Marvin is not fond of Heinrich when he’s first born. Why does Heinrich get to be perfect and loved by everyone? Why should he get to steal Jackie’s love? After months and months of bickering and hatred, Jackie blew up at Marvin in a shouting match worthy of a noise complaint. After this, Marvin began to apologise with actions, not words, and they slowly became more friendly and teasing in their bickering. 

Heinrich and Chase are very much the typical big & little brother! Heinrich does have shame and anger about the doctors not letting him help with Chase’s surgery and recovery after his attempt. Heinrich makes up for this by patching up every wound, sitting with him through every single breakdown, teasing and loving on Chase every chance he has. 

Heinrich does become good friends with Body/Jameson as he heals, but you will have to wait and see the story. ;-)

Heinrich is very proud of his trans identity and goes to pride every chance he gets. At work though, he’s closeted and tries to keep it just within his family.

Everyone close to Heinrich calls him Schneep! In fact it’s bizarre and usually a sign of danger if his brothers say his actual name. 

Heinrich always keeps his hair shaved-short and long on top. It’s his BRAND and if his hair is not neat, something is distressing him. 

Heinrich is fluent in German, English, and Mandarin!

[hotwings0203]

Hello!!! Soooo I came up with a few headcanons for Muslim Bakugou, JajkjGhoA I can't wait to read your response! 😫🤲💖

Okay! So he is definitely the good husband who does house chores! He actually helps around the house, knows how to do all the chores, and all the other girls are so jealous of you lolll

He will make you the best food! He knows all your favourite dishes, and will spoil you with his cooking! Also he will make your favourite desserts as a form of apology for when he pisses you off or makes you upset

Will feed you when he's trying out new dishes, and when you're getting married during the mehndi, when you feed him laddu or gulab jamun, he will blush so hard but also holds your wrist to "guide" you, as everyone giggles and teases you two for being so flustered and blushy around each other

If you make his favorite dishes?? Like okay imagine you make his fav dish (after asking the bakusquad cuz he's hard to approach lol) and subtly give it to him or maybe get Kirishima to give it to him as you leave the mosque or arrive at some community party or something, homeboi will blush so hard and will not let anyone have even the tiniest bite of your cooking

As a thanks he will buy you churiyan! He will see you admiring them and will come up and awkwardly but gruffly ask you if you like that certain churiyan set (that is like a pretty red and gold) and when you say yes, he will proceed to buy it for you, and omg if the bakusquad see this, Denki and Sero will definitely tease him and be like you should put them on her! While you're like omg! Wait, the adults will see! And he just surprises everyone as he gently grabs your hand and puts them on you and just admires how soft your hands are, and how they fit in his hand, and thinks about how pretty they would look with a wedding ring on them, and you are just standing there blushing so hard, and when he sees you wearing those churiyan at other events he feels so proud and possessive and happy

Weak for your smile and laugh, and very protective of you, will blow someone's head off for making you upset or for disrespecting you. Your parents love him so much, will immediately say yes to the rishta! Also, his parents love you so much, you and Masaru are the calm to Bakugou and Mitsuki raging tempers lmfaoo

You're the only one who gets to see his soft side and soft while without being threatened with death loll lucky youuu~ Also! Everyone will tease him sooooo much for being soft for you, the girls and aunties always giggle when they see how soft he is with you when you guys are out in public and he won't deny it either loll

In public he's kinda reserved with pda, but likes it when you hold his hand or loosely hook your arm around his muscled arms. He will however, put an arm on your lower back to steer you away from an uncomfortable situation or will step in front of you to protect you

In private he will be cuddly, loves wrapping his arms around you, forhead kisses too! You will be a blushing, flustered mess as he leans down by your ear and teases you about it in his low gruff voice. Also just loves the feel of your soft body against his

Also! Omg say its eid or something, and you're getting your mehndi done, the bakusquad will push him to sit with you and help you since you're mehndi is still wet. He will gruffly compliment your mehndi design, will get you food and feed it to you, will softly but hesitantly brush your hair away from your face when he sees that its bugging you, and this will make your both blush, and omg he will have the softest look in this eyes at that moment, and his hand will linger by your pretty earnings, and will just gaze at your lips with a lustful gaze as you softly whisper thank you

When the mehndi dries, and Denki makes a comment about how dark and rich the color is and is like damn Bakugou you really have it bad for y/n huh? Both of you will be so flustered and while Bakugou chases Denki while yelling that hes gonna blow his head off, you just stand there will Mina and Ochako and giggle at his antics, and the girls will tease you about you have gotten Bakugou wrapped around your fingers and that you shouldn't be surprised when his parents approach your parents with a rishta

AunwQniwa anyways Muslim Bakugou will love you so much and cherish you and just RIP to your heart 😫😭💖

YO YES MY GAWD LETS ASSESS THIS MFKIN FOOD YOU JUST GAVE US

okay so 100% YES!! Y’all seen mitsuki? She ain’t havin none of that “I’m the only son so treat me like a king” bs. No no, our girlboss femdom Mistski Auntie has her two boys cookin and cleanin every weekend and massaging her feet, as she SHOULD!

These habits carry on to when he gets married also. His wife could be doing the dishes one day right after their wedding and he would walk by, peeking over her shoulder at her hand-to-sponge technique.

“You’re doing it wrong dumbass. Use the hard side to scrub the crumbs off and then the soft side to polish it.” He snatches the plate from your hands and starts vigorously rubbing it the way you couldn’t. You stare at him, flabbergasted that a mom in the desi community has actually succeeded in raising her son right.

“‘The fuck are you looking at?”

“Nothing,” you quickly say, stepping aside to let him work his magic. He merely grunts and picks up the next bowl.

In a moment of bravado, you lean over to kiss his cheeks. He stops scrubbing and just stares at the sponge in his hands, his face slowly going red as a beet.

When you two fight, you already know he’s gonna be yelling at the top of his lungs and stomping around the house, the explosions from his hands searing the furniture around you.

It’s enough to set you off and storm out of the house too. You need a fucking break, he can be so much to handle sometimes.

It’s around late evening that you come back in the garage from wherever you decide to cool off from. The house is silent and dark from the outside so you assume he fell asleep with the usual scowl on his face.

You sigh and drop your keys and purse on the counter, exhausted from the day’s drama. Form the corner of your eye you see a small candle on the kitchen table alight, and you walk over to put it out.

Except right in front of the candle, there’s a small plate of mithai(sweets) that has a note attached to it.

“Sorry for being an ass” is written in his chicken scratch writing. You smile and shake your head, taking a bite from the surprisingly well-made gulaab jamun.

It’s a good thing Katsuki hid Sato’s recipe in one of the cabinets before you came home.

And just like you said, the man is WHIPPED for your cooking. He’s always pulling you to the kitchen and lightly shoving you around the stove, gruffly telling you to add more spices that he knows you can recreate to a T.

Whenever the Bakusquad comes over to hang out, you try to cook the same way you know Katsuki likes (extra spicy), but for some reason on those exact days you can’t seem to find any of your special ingredients…

At other times maybe before your marriage, when he first began falling in love with you he would see you admiring a vendor’s churiyaan and earrings.

He would quietly walk up behind you maybe a foot or two away, observing how you fit the bangles on your wrist.

“I like the red ones on you,” he says lowly, making sure to dwindle down his usual aggressive tone.

You turn and gently smile at him. “Oh yeah? And why’s that?”

“Because red is what brides wear.”

Your heart beats fast as he takes your wrist, oh so delicate compared to his callous large hands.

“And the silver makes me think of the ring I’ll have on you in no time soon.”

Bakugo closes his eyes in front of you and inhales, letting you know that everything about you draws him closer.

When you guys walk around a college campus or even in town, he’s always looking left and right shiftily, convinced that every man within a mile of you is trying to steal you away. He’ll stand in front of you when a guy asks you where a certain building is, he’ll glare at his friends when they get too rowdy and rough with you, but he still gets nervous for PDA. He knows how fast word travels around in desi communities so he doesn’t want to do anything in public, but fuck when he gets home he’s pinning you on the bed and resting his entire weight on you.

At eid as stated above^^ he’ll see you in your lengha or kurti and get INSANELY nervous and flustered at your beauty. The way you sit poised and laughing with Mina and ochako while your mehndi is being done makes his palms sweat and his armpits prickly. He has to wipe them on his kameez almost three times before taking one last look at you and walking away.

Well, at least he tries to walk away. He’s promptly sought out and grabbed by his three cronies, who drag him by nail and tooth towards you. No amount of swearing and growling threats to ‘blow their ass up so bad people will piecing them back together for weeks” stops them from bringing him closer to you.

“Yeah yeah, you said that already,” Denki smirks and playfully zaps his ass so that he helps and lurches forwards towards you.

The commotion makes the girls look up and wave excitedly when they spot the rowdy men.

You bite your lip and give Bakugo a meek little grin, which makes steam curl from his ears.

“Heyyy ladiesss, got room for one more?” Sero drawls and throws an arm over the simmering grenade of a man.

“Hmm,” Mina mockingly contemplates for a minute before she slowly starts to get up, uraraka following pursuit. “Not at the moment, but maybe we could make some room…” she tackles Bakugo and Kirishima also kicks the back of his knees so that he folds cleanly into the chair next to you.

You look bewildered at everybody while they snicker at Bakugo’s vermillion face.

He glared at them and after an oblivious moment or two they get the hint and wink before backing off.

“So, uh, how long have you been getting your hand done for?”

You grin at his inexperience with these kinds of things, but still indulge him.

“About 25 minutes or so.”

“25 min-“ his eyes grow wide and the whole hall turns to him as he screams at your poor designer for making you ‘sit on her cute ass for such a goddamn long time. And why the hell doesn’t she have food yet??’

At least he thought you were cute

💓💓

[andilovetowrite]

Ms Matchmaker

Peter Parker x Teacher Assistant! reader

(ft. Morgan Stark)

Summary: Morgan Stark has always loved her assistant teacher at school, Ms Y/N...but when she sees Peter talking to her beloved teacher, she knows that she must do everything in her power to get her two of her favourite people together, even if they didn't necessarily ask for her help! But what could she say? They just needed a push in the right direction ;)

Here is the request it's based on!

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Nothing but alot of fluff

My Masterlist and my requests are OPEN!

“Peter Peter!”, a small voice called out as a little girl came running at Peter. Slamming into him, Peter laughed, picking up Morgan.

“Hey Little Stark, how was your day?”, he asked, smiling down at the brown-haired girl. She started wiggling in his arms, too excited to tell Peter what she had recently discovered. Jumping down, she pulled Peter’s arm, hopping excitedly. “What? What happened?”

“Ms Y/N!! She is the best Peter, she wears huge hoop earrings and has a big bookshelf at the back of the class. Oh, and she wears such pretty dresses...and she has a golden dog! And you won’t believe what she said about my artwork!”

“That was amazing?”, Peter asked out loud, thinking about what Morgan’s first-grade teacher might say to her.

“That was ama- yeah! How did you know that?”, Morgan asked, her head cocked to the side.

“Uh, um...Ms Y/N and I ar-are friends…”, Peter said, caught by Morgan when he saw her give a coy smile.

“Oh, really Peter? Well, tomorrow I’ll talk to her about you! Does she know you are Spiderma-”

“NO! No, she doesn’t Morgan, but-uh, how about I drop you at school tomorrow? S-so I can see Ms Y/N?”, he asked, moving her to the kitchen, hoping to distract her with some food. Nodding, Morgan walked over, her tiny mind already picturing Peter and Ms Y/N side by side.

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“C’mon Peter! Let's gooo ....”, Morgan said, her foot tapping against the car as she waited for him, clutching her backpack tightly. Peter chuckled, running up to her.

“Coming, coming!”, he said, as Morgan waved at Pepper before she ran off with Peter’s hand in hers. Together, they entered the brightly colored, cute elementary school. Children bustled in and out, and Peter clutched Morgan’s hand, feeling weird since he was the only one taller than 3 feet. “Wh-where’s your class M?”

“Um, right here”, she said, pulling him towards the back of the school. Peter almost gasped as he saw the place. Roses and different flowers were blooming all over the place, and ornaments of all kinds littered the space. Artworks hung from above, and there was a multi-coloured cubby in the back. Peter could see about 8 other kids running around, bags on their back-

“Okay, line up!”, a stern voice shouted, as an old lady hobbled out of the class. Her greying hair was pushed back in a braid, and thick glasses rested on her frowning face. Her sharp eyes searched around for kids as all of them ran quickly to the front of the classroom.

As Peter looked at her, he could feel his heart dropping. “Oh god”, he whispered under his breath. How was he supposed to “be friends” with this lady? She reminded him of every mean teacher he had ever had at school. But for the sake of (lying to) Morgan, he sucked it up and walked over, awkwardly putting out his hand.

“H-hello Ms Y/N, I’m-”

“That’s not Ms Y/N!”Morgan shouted from behind, making the other students laugh out loud. Peter turned red, staring down at the floor, but suddenly, he heard the laughter stopped. Either the old lady had whipped out a stick, or some type of miracle had saved him… It was definitely a miracle when he saw you.

“Hey, guys! What’s all this ruckus? Ms Jo, how about you go get a cup of tea, I’ll handle these little monsters?”, a sweet voice called out as you came up behind Ms “Jo”. Suddenly, Peter understood why Morgan was so smitten with this teacher.

Your face was practically glowing with a smile as your earring caught in the sunlight. You were wearing a red and blue dress, and it felt like it was just for him. You smiled at the students, ushering them in while giving each of them a high five. Peter didn’t know what to do, as he stood there, staring at you. As the last kid ran into the classroom, you turned to meet his eyes, your hands on your waist.

“Aren’t you a bit old to be in first grade?”, you asked, eyes twinkling. Peter’s mouth dropped open, and he didn’t say anything for a couple of seconds as his mind caught up with what you said.

“Uh no-um, I’m here with Morgan- um...Morgan Stark. Just came to drop her off”, he said, blushing under your gaze. You didn’t seem much older than him, looking like a college student as well.

“Well, Mr-?”

“Peter. Peter Parker”

“Well Mr Parker, I would love for you to drop Morgan off every day...I’ve never seen her so excited”, you explained, grinning at the flushed boy.

“Uh yeah, I-I can. My first class starts pretty late and I also have enough time to get back to the dorm-”, he stopped, embarrassed. “Sorry I’m rambling”

You let out a soft laugh as you looked at him. “Not at all, I think it’s quite cute-”, now it was her turn to blush, making Peter laugh. Peter would’ve loved to keep talking to you for the rest of the day, but simultaneously, his phone started ringing as voices from the class started getting louder.

“Well, duty calls. I hope to see you soon Mr Parker?”, you asked.

“Please, call me Peter...and I will come back. For sure”, Peter said, biting his lip as he saw you smile at him and walk back into the classroom, his heart beating 10x faster….

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So Peter decided to come back to Morgan’s school. Based on Ned’s advice, he should have gone back in a week, to not seem like he was too forward. But somehow, he ended up back at her school by the end of the next day….

“Peter? Where’s mom?”Morgan asked, her little face splitting up into a smile as she ran out of class and hugged him. Peter scratched the back of his head, smiling awkwardly.

“Um- I thought I could pick yo-you up? And by any chance...is Ms Y/N around?”, he asked softly, but he knew he was screwed when Morgan smirked, looking back into the classroom.

“Yeah, she is in there. Also, I asked her today if you two were friends-”, Morgan explained, and Peter’s heart skipped a beat, “-and she said you two were absolutely best friends!”

Peter sighed, nodding his head as he imagined you saying that. “Y-yeah, she um, she said that?”

“Yup”, Morgan said, running behind Peter, and pushing him into the room. “There she is!”

“Wait Morgan-”

“Oh hey Mr Peter Parker!”, your voice called out. He turned around to see your smug expression, as he looked like a fish out of the water.

“H-hey Ms Y/N”

“Back so soon?”, she asked mischievously.

“Uh, sorry, I just-um-”, he tried to make up an excuse but she just waved her hand, giggling.

“No no, it’s great! Not a lot of brothers drop their sisters to school and pick them up…”

Peter shook his head, smiling at the idea. “No no, Morgan isn’t my sister-”

“Yes I am!”, a little voice said as Morgan came up beside you. “My dad calls Peter “son”, so he is my brother…”

“Well Morgan-”

“Yeah, well if Mr Stark says I'm your brother, then I guess I am”, Peter said, winking at Morgan.

You cock your head as he mentions Mr Stark. “How do you know Tony Stark?”, you ask.

“Oh, I’m um his apprentice. I’m part of the Stark internship”

“Daddy says Peter is very smart!”, Morgan exclaimed, trying and failing to wink at Peter. Peter started stuttering, a bright blush making away up to his cheeks as he tried to cover that.

“Wow! Tony Stark says you are smart Mr Parker… you must be very proud!”, you say, smiling at the embarrassed look on his face.

“Oh, dad also says that-”

“Okay M! I think we can stop there. Why don’t you wait in the car? I’ll come in a couple of minutes?”, Peter asks, hoping Morgan wouldn’t say anything else that makes him look like a loser.

“Oh okay… you want some privacy to ask Ms Y/N on a date?”, Morgan asks innocently.

Peter gasps, as you start blushing at the thought. “NO! Um, no-”

“Well, if you aren’t gonna ask, then I’ll do it!”, Morgan exclaims. She pushed him back, walking forward. “Ms Y/N, yesterday when Peter dropped me off, I saw him smile at you the same way he smiles at his tests-”

“Oh god”, you mutter, but Peter interjects.

“Uh, I like tests and quizzes”, he says, a tiny smile appearing when he sees you slip your hands into your embroidered pocket.

“So, I asked my mom, and she said, you only look like that when you like someone… like my mom likes my dad!”

“Uh, I’m really sorry for her-”, Peter starts, but you shush him, wanting to hear if your brown-eyed boy felt the same sparks you felt the day before.

“Uh-huh, so Morgan...anything else?”, you ask sweetly, glancing at Peter.

“Yes! He also was talking to his friend last night, the one who likes Lego-”

Peter groaned, knowing he sounded like a full-on nerd.

“-and I heard him say you were the prettiest girl he had seen, and he would have loved to ask you out-” She paused, punching Peter lightly in his stomach, “if he had gotten the guts.”

“Well, I would love to go on a date with Peter”, you said wistfully, winking at Peter as his brain went into overdrive.

“Great!”, Morgan said, elbowing Peter. “So anyway, today morning, in the way to school, Peter and my mom were talking, and mommy said that Peter is a great catch-”

“Wow! Is he really?”, you asked, teasing.

“Yes, he is! I saw him changing the other day, and he has so many lines on his stomach! It’s like steel Ms Y/N”, Morgan says shrugging.

“Oh my god!”, Peter groans as your eyes widen.

“So anyway Ms Y/N… do you think you and Peter could do well together?”

“What do you think Ms Stark?”, you ask acting seriously.

“I think you two should get married”, she announces, but sighs. “But since Peter has to ask you that himself… I can just ask him on your behalf on a date” She concludes this, patting Peter on the back as he is rendered speechless.

“So, do you wanna go on a date Ms Y/N?’, Morgan finishes, her hands twiddling together. You sighed, acting sad. You kneeled down infront of her.

“Sorry Morgan, I actually have a date tonight…”

Morgan gasps and looks at Peter, who suddenly has a great interest in the shoes outside the class.

“Yes, uh sorry Ms Y/N, we will leave now. I’m sure you have a lot of work to do.”, Peter says in a rush as he holds Morgan’s hand, moving out of the classroom.

“Wait… where are we going tonight?”, you ask out loud, making Peter stop.

“Wha-”

“Well, I mean, you did ask me on a date, did you not?”, you ask, sly.

“Uh um, yeah-yeah...That sounds uh oh god, good!”, he says, a dopey smile coming on his face. You walk over, kissing his cheek as you whisper to Morgan.

“Thanks, Ms Matchmaker!”

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tragic beauty: lupe vélez - an analysis

“I had to play with boys, girls found me too rough.” -  Lupe Vélez  

This is an analysis I’ve wanted to cover for a while for quite a few reasons. Primarily because, in a few ways, I see myself in her and, as such, feel the need to defend her and assert her true legacy: as a pioneer. Which brings me to the main reason I wanted to do this: to correct the scurrilous rumours about her premature death cooked up by a hating ass imbecilic Aquarius whose infamous book doesn’t deserve to be named. So if you want to hear the truth about this lady, read on.

Known as the “Mexican Spitfire”, Latin bombshell Lupe Vélez was (an to an extent, still is) a much-maligned and terribly misunderstood woman. A true Cancer, she was a force of nature and unconsciously antagonized others and made them uncomfortable because of her authenticity to herself and her emotional nature. Born during a storm, she had a naturally stormy personality. She could be hilarious and charismatic one moment, and depressive and vicious the next. Instead of anyone trying to understand her, they just stuck her with the “spicy fiery Latina” stereotype, not knowing or caring what was behind it. The harshness of her life before stardom may explain some of her fearsome, yet fun, personality; she grew up with violent trauma – watching her father kill and almost be killed during the Mexican Revolution. She also is believed to have had undiagnosed bipolar disorder, which would explain her extreme moodiness and outbursts.

One of the first Latina actresses to make an impact in Hollywood, she was subjected to the racist, sexist Hollywood tropes that forever typecasted her—she was called “senorita cyclone,” and the “hot tamale”. The Hollywood press willfully misunderstood Vélez’s sex positivity and consistently portrayed her as a woman who took great pleasure in her body, and indeed, the tempestuous Vélez had numerous affairs, including a particularly torrid one with a young Gary Cooper, and a tumultuous marriage to “Tarzan” star Johnny Weissmuller. But in 1944, at age 36, she found herself pregnant with the child of a little known-actor name Harald Ramond, who would not marry her and this reality made her come undone, and like my other baby Carole Landis, she succumbed to an drug overdose. Her promiscuity, right or wrong, became part of the way her stardom was packaged and promoted. Also, the press naturally compared her to (and pitted her against) Hollywood’s only other female Mexican star—the “high-class” and elegant Dolores Del Rio. The press couldn’t even find sympathy for her even in death and a false story was printed that she drowned in the toilet after vomiting up a spicy Mexican dinner. Her death is parodied and mocked to this day. Again, she’s a true Cancer in the sense that the same imperfections that everyone else has, she is seen as less than human for having them. I hope to help right that wrong by honoring Vélez for being the trailblazer that she is. At any rate, Vélez would seem to be a prototype for contemporary female stars, from Madonna to Rihanna, who have proclaimed their pleasure in their body and their sexual liberation — a pro-sex activist before her time, doomed to suffer the rejection of a more puritanical age.

Lupe Vélez, according to astrotheme, was a Cancer sun and Leo moon. She was born María Guadalupe Villalobos Vélez in San Luis Potosí, Mexico, to young upper-middle class parents. Her father, Jacobo Villalobos Reyes, was a colonel in the military, and her mother, Josefina Vélez, was an opera singer. They also had another son, John and daughter, Annette. The Villalobos family were considered prominent in San Luis Potosí and most of the male family members were college educated. The family was also financially comfortable and lived in a large home with servants. As a young girl Lupe showed an interest in performing, but her father was outraged at his daughter’s “low-class” dreams, and forbade his daughter from being in show business. All that changed during the war. Her family was in a state of upheaval—the Mexican Revolution was happening, her father had been presumed dead in the war and all their money was gone. While most of her family members were too proud to get jobs, a teenage Vélez did just that, supporting the family by working as a saleswoman in a department store. She then finagled an audition with a local theater. However, her father was indded alive and well and soon returned home from the war. Because at that time becoming an artist and coming from a well-to-do family was seen as embarrassing, her father refused to let her use his last name in theater, so she used her mother’s surname.

She proceeded to seek out venues where she could dance the then-popular “shimmy.” In 1925 she was cast in the big stage revues Mexican Rataplan and !No lo tapes! and became a big audience favourite. Her name got around to American stage star Richard Bennett (father of American film stars Constance and Joan Bennett), who was looking for a Mexican cantina singer for his new play. Lupe traveled to Hollywood but was rejected for the part for being too young. While in Hollywood, Lupe met film and stage comedienne Fanny Brice, who took a liking to Lupe because of her sparkling personality. She put in a good word for Lupe to impresario Florenz Ziegfeld (creator of the Ziegfeld’s Follies), who could use Lupe in one of his Broadway musicals. However, MGM producer Harry Rapf heard of Lupe as well, and offered her a screen test. When producer Hal Roach saw the test, he immediately signed her to a contract. Vélez soon made her major film debut in Douglas Fairbanks’ action-romance The Gaucho in 1927. The film was a huge hit and Vélez was an overnight sensation.

Along with her professional life gaining steam, so did her love life. Vélez sought out some of Hollywood’s hottest men, which wasn’t hard for a hot and sexy number like Lupe; men flocked to her like bees to honey. She was romantically linked with Gary Cooper, Charlie Chaplin, Clark Gable, cowboy Tom Mix, “Tarzan” actor Johnny Weissmuller, Errol Flynn, John Gilbert, Henry Wilcoxon, singer Russ Columbo, Randolph Scott, author Erich Maria Remarque (who wrote All Quiet On The Western Front and later married Paulette Goddard), Clayton “Lone Ranger” Moore, director Victor Fleming (director of Gone With The Wind), and boxers Jack Johnson and Jack Dempsey.

One of her first conquests was cowboy star Tom Mix. She also had an with newcomer Clark Gable, who cut off their romance because he was afraid Lupe would run all over town discussing their sexual secrets, which she did. Soon she had a torrid affair with comic genius Charlie Chaplin in 1928. Lupe revitalized Chaplin’s libido after he had gone through a torturous divorce from his wife. Whatever time she had for the many men in her life, that same appreciation didn’t extend to other women and she would frequently battle with the other females with whom she had to work with and would often threaten them; when she was starring in director D.W. Griffith’s Lady of the Pavements, she had to co-star with an actress named Jedda Goudall, whom she hated, and the two had a ferocious cat-fight on the set. When she made her final appearance on Broadway in the Cole Porter musical “You Never Know”, Vélez and fellow cast member Libby Holman feuded viciously. The feud came to a head during a performance where Vélez punched Holman in between curtain calls and gave her a black eye, which pretty much ended the run of the show. Vélez was territorial about the men in her life, she was vicious toward any woman who might be competition for her man or an acting role. She mocked Marlene Dietrich, Greta Garbo, Katharine Hepburn and Shirley Temple, and her arch nemesis Dolores Del Dio by doing imitations of them.

When she was cast in the film The Wolf Song in 1929, she met Gary Cooper and immediately started what would be her first widely publicized romance. Theirs was a one-sidedly volatile relationship; he would often appear in public with scratches and bruises. One time, she attacked him with a knife during a fight. He needed stitches. By the end of their time as a couple, Copper had lost 45 pounds and was physically exhausted.  He was ordered by the studio to take a vacation. As he boarded a train, Vélez shot at Cooper but missed. Lupe soon moved on to other men; she had a thing for fighters. In addition to having a brief fling with boxer Jack Dempsey, she conducted a flagrant, but secret, affair with the black boxer Jack Johnson. In those days, blacks and whites almost never conducted sexual affairs out in the open. She met Olympic swimming champion Johnny Weissmuller at the hotel where she was staying that was owned by film star Marion Davies. One problem: Weissmuller was already married. But no matter, he dumped his wife for Lupe and married her October 8, 1933 in Las Vegas. Theirs was not a happy, serene marriage, and they constantly battled, with Lupe filing for divorce several times in 1934 and changing her mind each time. Weissmuller’s patience was so strained he dumped a plate of salad on her head at Ciro’s nightclub. Finally, in 1938 she filed a petition that was finalized in 1939.

After having many hit pictures with MGM, they unceremoniously dropped her. The excuse was that the studios were no longer going to make Spanish versions of their films and there was no longer a need for Latin actresses. Vélez returned to Mexico in 1938 to star in her first Spanish-language film. Arriving in Mexico City, she was greeted by 10,000 fans. The film La Zandunga, was a critical and financial success and Vélez was slated to appear in four more Mexican films, but instead, she returned to Los Angeles. She soon went to RKO Studios and starred in the B-movie The Girl From Mexico. Despite its lowly status, the picture became a tremendous hit with audiences. RKO rushed her into another film, this time called Mexican Spitfire, playing an emotionally volatile singer named Carmelita. The 1940 film became another smash for Lupe. The Spitfire series of eight slapstick comedy films rejuvenated Lupe’s sagging career.  In late 1941, she had an affair with writer Erich Maria Remarque whose wife, actress Luise Rainer later wrote that Remarque told her “with the greatest of glee” that he found Vélez’s volatility hot.

At this same time Lupe took on another lover in the form of a French 27-year-old bit actor named Harald Ramond. He was a strong and controlling man who knew how to tame Lupe. After she discovered that she was three months pregnant, she announced her engagement to Ramond without his knowledge or consent. When he learned of her pregnancy, he refused to marry her. Deeply hurt and stunned, she felt backed into a corner; she knew her career would be ruined in Hollywood if word got out she was pregnant and unmarried. It just wasn’t done in those days. And despite her wildness, Lupe was a devout Catholic, so abortion was out of the question. She could see only one way out: suicide. On December 18, 1944, at the age of 36, Vélez swallowed 70 Seconal pills, she lay down on her pink satin pillow on her over-sized Hollywood bed and arranged herself like a movie star, with her hands folded across her chest and went into an eternal sleep. Dramatic to the end, Lupe went out of this world in glamorous style. She left a suicide note addressed to Harald, which read:

“To Harald, May God forgive you and forgive me too, but I prefer to take my life away and our baby’s before I bring him with shame or killing him. How could you, Harald, fake such a great love for me and our baby when all the time you didn’t want us?  I see no other way out for me so goodbye and good luck to you, Love Lupe.”

THAT is the truth. But the bottom line is: how she lived her life as well as the circumstances around her death are all irrelevant at the end of the day. What matters is the loss of a great multi-talented, pioneering Mexican star and a legacy unrealized and stunted by a world that wasn’t ready for her.

Next, I’ll talk about the most famous of her paramours, the yin to her yang, a perfect example of the special chemistry that Taureans and Cancers share, the strong, silent hero of the silver screen: Taurus Gary Cooper.

Stats

birthdate: July 18, 1908

major planets:

Sun: Cancer

Moon: Leo

Rising: Gemini

Mercury: Cancer

Venus: Leo

Mars: Pisces

Midheaven: Pisces

Jupiter: Virgo

Saturn: Aries

Uranus: Capricorn

Neptune: Cancer

Pluto: Gemini

Overall personality snapshot: She may have seemed at times to be a shy, vulnerable, romantic individual who only wanted to please, but underneath she had a voracious appetite for adoration and respect, and would not stop until she got it. Without a doubt, she had a very warm feeling for others, and domestic security with plenty of happy togetherness is high on her list of priorities. When it came to cooperation with others, however, she had her limits because she was profoundly individualistic and, albeit in a charming manner, she insisted on doing things her way. Ultimately the most important thing for her was believing in herself and being true to her standards and aspirations. Most of all, she needed to fulfill her creative potential, which was like an intimate companion with whom she shared her life. You nurture it, protect it, and then you show it off, and whatever walk of life you are in, you tend to be a fine performer.

This gave her a lot of self-respect and a touch of vanity as well, and her emotional sensitivity combined with her underlying imperiousness tended to impress others and made them take her seriously. She was a devoted member of her flock, and she zealously and jealously protected and promoted whomever she was devoted to. When it came to developing her own talents, however, she seemed to know that she had to pull away in order to grow into her greatest self. Others may have thought she was a bit of a show-off but that was not the case: she simply had a deep sense of the importance of her own creative talents, and she felt only half alive if she did not honour them. Although she was pretty sensitive to criticism or rebuffs, she was just as committed to honesty and personal integrity; and despite her vanity, she eventually learned to laugh at herself.

She had a very good memory and found it easy to learn subjects that interested her. She was very kind and thoughtful towards others. Her imagination was very keen, but if it got carried away, she may have experienced irrational fears. Even though she may have tried to maintain a scientific and objective outlook, her mind was actually dominated by her emotions. When it came to careers, she may have felt initially vague or confused about what she really wanted to do. She was eventually forced to give up her career of choice by events out of her control (as was evidenced by the tides turning from the “Mexican spitfire” female ideal due to the changing of the times). There was probably some element of self-sacrifice involved somewhere in her choice of career (the element of sacrifice being that she had to sacrifice her child, and ultimately her life, in relation to her reputation as an unwed mother as well as her unborn child’s reputation as an illegitimate child). She had good technical and scientific ability due to her, at times almost fanatical, attention to detail. She was also fastidious when it came to matters of health, diet and appearance. She was not afraid of work and was very resourceful and capable. She also worked well in a team. She became very annoyed if somebody else questioned the way that she operated. Her energy levels were somewhat inhibited, her self-confidence reduced, and her ambitions restricted through fear of failure. Times of strength and weakness alternated within her. Even though her decision-making ability could be ineffectual through over-caution, she often seemed to be placed in situations where a quick decision was needed. When she succeeded, it was mainly through her own efforts. She also showed a tendency towards wanting to start at the top, wanting to avoid the hard work that gets you there.

She belonged to a generation with a rational and logical attitude to life. There was a conflict between tradition and convention, and the experimental and unconventional. As an individual, she had to learn to strike a balance between the erratic and the conventional. As a member of this generation, she had the ability to come up with original ideas which could be of practical value. She was part of a very artistically talented and creative generation that wanted to escape from the demands of the world around them into a world of excitement and glamour. She was part of an emotionally sensitive generation that was extremely conscious of the domestic environment and the atmosphere surrounding her home place and home country. In fact, she could be quite nostalgic about her homeland, religion and traditions, often seeing them in a romantic light. She felt a degree of escapism from everyday reality, and was very sensitive to the moods of those around her. Bow embodied all of these Cancer Neptunian ideals. As a Gemini Plutonian, she was mentally restless and willing to examine and change old doctrines, ideas and ways of thinking. As a member of this generation, she showed an enormous amount of mental vitality, originality and perception. Traditional customs and taboos were examined and rejected for newer and more original ways of doing things. As opportunities with education expanded, she questioned more and learned more. As a member of this generation, having more than one occupation at a time would not have been unusual to her.

Love/sex life: It wasn’t easy to be passionate and emotionally explosive and also hold on to her dignity, but this was what she wanted to accomplish. She tried to conceal the pulsating softness of her sexual nature behind a façade of control and bluster. She thought that her display of strength and jolly self-confidence would hide her vulnerability and her susceptibility to virtually any sexual diversion. Of course, no one was really buying this cover up. They saw the luscious edges of her erotic hunger peeking through her disguise. That’s why they were all so anxious to be around her. The biggest problem in her sex life was how to deal with change. She loved it and she hated it. She loved following the lead of her feelings and surrendering herself to the moment. Too much consistency, even loving consistency, was apt to leave her bored and dissatisfied. But she also saw change as a threat to her sense of control and to the emotional security that she valued so highly. Because of this duality in her thinking, her reaction to changes in her sex life was abrupt, contradictory, and (horror of horrors) a little undignified.

minor asteroids and points:

North Node: Gemini

Lilith: Libra

Vertex: Scorpio

Fortune: Gemini

East Point: Gemini

Her North Node in Gemini dictated that she needed to prevent her idealism from influencing her thoughts to such a high degree. She needed to consciously develop a more clear-minded and analytical approach involving her thought processes. Her Lilith in Libra was definitely working overtime here. Relationships somehow caused her to err, and her partner choices caused much suffering.   She expressed herself through others. As a lover, she was aggressive, yet co-dependent. As a mistress, she was not above trying to cause a divorce, which she did with Johnny Weissmuller and she ultimately became fatally despondent when she found herself pregnant with a bit actor's baby. She used her good looks as a weapon to help her get ahead in the movie industry. Also, Lilith in Libra strangely enough, manifested itself as a sort of lighter female Capricorn archetype, and she pulled herself up by the bootstraps in a rather glamorous way, going to work after her father left the family unit. As such, she exhibited graceful gumption right until the very end. Her Vertex in Scorpio, 5th house dictated that she had a desire or continual need for feeling irresistible and irreplaceable on all levels of intimacy, whether spiritual, intellectual, emotional, or physical. From the fires of hell to the heights of heaven, the  further and deeper the range of interaction she could experience with another the more fulfilling. She had a childlike orientation, in all of its manifestations, toward relationships on an internal level. That implicit trust, or perhaps naivete, that was instilled in our  childhood persisted far into maturity. The concomitant explosions and  occasional tantrums when these constructs are violated also accompany  this position. She had a need for fun, creativity, and excitement in a  committed relationship, no matter how many years it has endured. She often had deep fears, typical of children, of abandonment, as well as a need for universal acceptance, no matter how she acted, which she needed her partner to respect and nurture, rather than rebuke, especially in adulthood. Her Part of Fortune in Gemini and Part of Spirit in Sagittarius dictated that her destiny lay in travel, education and communication. She was able to overcome enemies by her words and by her writing. Happiness and fulfillment came from being able to express herself fully. Her soul’s purpose lay in seeking truth, justice and fairness. She felt spiritual connections and saw the spark of the divine when she studied, broadened her mind through new philosophies, or looked for inspiration outside the home. East Point in Gemini dictated that she was often insatiably curious and loved to collect little bits of (what seemed to be useless) information and trivia. Her interests were quite varied, and she may have been somewhat scattered. Sometimes her curiosity could appear cold and callous as her level of objectivity was potentially high. There was usually an openness to learning in any situation.      

elemental dominance:

water

fire

She had high sensitivity and elevation through feelings. Her heart and  her emotions were her driving forces, and she couldn’t do anything on earth if she didn’t feel a strong effective charge. She  needed to love in order to understand, and to feel in order to take action, which caused a certain vulnerability which she should (and often did) fight against. She was dynamic and passionate, with strong leadership ability. She generated enormous warmth and vibrancy. She was exciting to be around, because she was genuinely enthusiastic and usually friendly. However, she could either be harnessed into helpful energy or flame up and cause destruction. Ultimately, she chose the latter. Confident and opinionated, she was fond of declarative statements such as “I will do  this” or “It’s this way.” When out of control—usually because she was  bored, or hadn’t been acknowledged—she was bossy, demanding, and even tyrannical. But at her best, her confidence and vision inspired others  to conquer new territory in the world, in society, and in themselves.    

modality dominance:

mutable

She wasn’t particularly interested in spearheading new ventures or dealing with the day-to-day challenges of organization and management. She excelled at performing tasks and producing outcomes. She was flexible and liked to finish things. Was also likely undependable, lacking in initiative, and disorganized. Had an itchy restlessness and an unwillingness to buckle down to the task at hand. Probably had a chronic inability to commit—to a job, a relationship, or even to a set of values.                    

house dominants:

2nd

3rd

1st

The material side of life  including money and finances, income and expenditure, and worldly goods was emphasized in her life. Also the areas of innate resources, such as her self-worth, feelings and emotions were paramount in her life. What she considered her personal security and what she desired was also paramount. Short journeys, traveling within her own country were themes  throughout her life; her immediate environment, and relationships with her siblings, neighbours and friends were of importance. The way her mental processes operated, as well as the manner and style in which she communicated was emphasized in her life. As such, much was revealed about her schooling and childhood and adolescence. Her personality, disposition and temperament is highlighted in her life. The manner in which she expressed herself and the way she approached other people is also highlighted. The way she approached new situations and circumstances contributed to show how she set about her life’s goals. The general state of her health is also shown, as well as her early childhood experiences defining the rest of her life.  

planet dominants:

Neptune

Mercury

Sun

She was of a contemplative nature, particularly receptive to ambiances, places, and people. She gladly cultivated the art of letting go, and allowed the natural unfolding of events to construct her world. She followed her inspirations, for better or for worse. She was intellectual, mentally quick, and had excellent verbal acuity. She dealt in terms of logic and reasoning. It was likely that she was left-brained. She was restless, craved movement, newness, and the bright hope of undiscovered terrains. She had vitality and creativity, as well as a strong ego and was authoritarian and powerful. She likely had strong leadership qualities, she definitely knew who she was, and she had tremendous will. She met challenges and believed in expanding her life.

sign dominants:

Cancer

Gemini

Leo

At first meeting, she seemed enigmatic, elusive. She needed roots, a place or even a state of mind that she could call  her own. She needed a safe harbor, a refuge in which to retreat for solitude. She was generally gentle and kind, unless she was hurt. Then she could become vindictive and sharp-spoken. She was affectionate, passionate, and even possessive at times. She was intuitive and was  perhaps even psychic. Experience flowed through her emotionally. She was often moody and always changeable; her interests and social circles shifted constantly. She was emotion distilled into its purest form. She ventured out to see what else was there and seized upon new ideas that expanded her community. Her innate curiosity kept her on the move. She used her rational, intellectual mind to explore and understand her personal world. She needed to answer the single burning question in her mind: why? This applied to most facets of her life, from the personal to the impersonal. This need to know sent her off to foreign countries, where her need to explore other cultures and traditions ranked high. She was changeable and often moody. This meant that she was often at odds with herself—the mind demanding one thing, the heart demanding the opposite. To someone else, this internal conflict often manifested as two very different people. She loved being the center of attention and often surrounded herself with admirers. She had an innate dramatic sense, and life was definitely her stage. Her flamboyance and personal magnetism extended to every facet of her life. She wanted to succeed and make an impact in every situation. She was, at her best, optimistic, honorable, loyal, and ambitious.      

Read more about her under the cut.

Lupe Velez was born on July 18, 1908, in San Luis Potosi, Mexico, as Maria Guadalupe Villalobos Velez. She was sent to Texas at the age of 13 to live in a convent. She later admitted that she wasn't much of a student because she was so rambunctious. She had planned to become a champion roller skater, but that would change. Life was hard for her family, and Lupe returned to Mexico to help them out financially. She worked as a salesgirl for a department store for the princely sum of $4 a week. Every week she would turn most of her salary over to her mother, but she kept a little for herself so she could take dancing lessons. With her mature shape and grand personality, she thought she could make a try at show business, which she figured was a lot more glamorous than dancing or working as a salesclerk. In 1924 Lupe started her show business career on the Mexican stage and wowed audiences with her natural beauty and talent. By 1927 she had emigrated to Hollywood, where she was discovered by Hal Roach, who cast her in a comedy with Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy. Douglas Fairbanks then cast her in his feature film The Gaucho (1927) with himself and wife Mary Pickford. Lupe played dramatic roles for five years before she switched to comedy. In 1933 she played the lead role of Pepper in Hot Pepper (1933). This film showcased her comedic talents and helped her to show the world her vital personality. She was delightful. In 1934 Lupe appeared in three fine comedies: Strictly Dynamite (1934), Palooka (1934) and Laughing Boy (1934). By now her popularity was such that a series of "Mexican Spitfire" films were written around her. She portrayed Carmelita Lindsay in Mexican Spitfire (1940), Mexican Spitfire Out West (1940), The Mexican Spitfire's Baby (1941) and Mexican Spitfire's Blessed Event (1943), among others. Audiences loved her in these madcap adventures, but it seemed at times that she was better known for her stormy love affairs. She married one of her lovers, Johnny Weissmuller, but the marriage only lasted five years and was filled with battles. Lupe certainly did live up to her nickname. She had a failed romance with Gary Cooper, who never wanted to wed her. By 1943 her career was waning. She went to Mexico in the hopes of jump-starting her career. She gained her best reviews yet in the Mexican version of Naná (1944). Bolstered by the success of that movie, Lupe returned to the US, where she starred in her final film as Pepita Zorita, Ladies' Day (1943). There were to be no others. On December 13, 1944, tired of yet another failed romance, with a part-time actor named Harald Maresch, and pregnant with his child, Lupe committed suicide with an overdose of Seconal. She was only 36 years old. (x)

[themonotonysyndrome]

Guilt Eater

Part 4 of the ‘Successors of the Future’ is here! And yes, I will do my absolute best to squeeze in as much Blazblue reference in this series until I can’t! (I mean, that’s how I got the plot bunny for this series anyway~)

We’re moving the spotlights today to Malleus and Ace and a special guest! I thought it’ll be an interesting shift of perspective and change. Don’t worry, we’ll get right back to the kids in the next oneshot. 

As always, big thank you to @tri3tri for letting us expand her Second Wive AU. Hope you guys enjoy this oneshot. 

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Time tend to leave its mark differently on each species. 

For creatures who only grew stronger with time while their bodies remain near immortal, the passing of time means nothing to the Fair Folks. Time is likened to the ocean; ancient yet full of wonders. 

For Malleus, however, time has not been kind to him. Not since his dear heart and children vanishes. 

Ever since then, there is an unspoken rule among the residents of the Castle of Thorns: the Queen’s family wing is forbidden to everyone but the King.

Even Lilia nod his head to the rule; even he has been walking on eggshells around their King. 

And the years had transformed the Queen’s domain into a catacomb. The rumpled beds, the toys littered in Princess Sherrie’s bedroom, the Queen’s favourite book on her study table - everything is left untouched with layered of dust and cobwebs covering every inch of the surfaces. 

Every evening, the King would stalk the empty halls and bedrooms like a ghost; constantly yearning to feel the memories that embedded on the walls. Once he did his duties as the King and beget the male heir that the court had been pushing, Malleus has been living in regret ever since. 

He should have known that his beautiful wife would attempt to escape during the night of his second wedding. He should have tightened the security not on his concubine, but to the Queen and their Princesses. He should have assured Renata and Sherrie that only their mother holds his heart and that Bellatrix is just a means to an end. 

He should have told them that he loves them. 

Regret and guilt are terrible poisons. It festered under your skin and twist your heart painfully. They plague your mind with ‘what if’s’ and ‘should have’s’ and Malleus have been carrying them ever since that night. 

Tonight, he lost hours inside Renata’s bedroom, just staring at her favourite doll that he bought for her. He still remembers how her eyes lit up and how sweet her smile was when he presented the doll to her; how she was so happy that she clings on him and the doll that day. Deeply amused, he humoured her and carried her in her arms the whole day. Malleus even brought her to his court session, regardless how it broke propriety. 

His every waking moments now drift to MC and their daughters. Where are they? Why couldn’t he find them no matter how many soldiers he dispatched across Twisted Wonderland, no matter how far his magic blanket the lands? Are his daughters healthy, happy? What are they currently doing now? Are they safe? Have they forgotten about him - 

The mirror on the vanity table shattered. Malleus releases the doll in his grip and struggle to calm himself down; his body curl inwards and his breaths erratic. The thought of his wife and children far away and happy from him nearly drove him crazy if it weren’t for Lilia’s quick and careful words of consolation.

“They can’t hide forever, Malleus. Don’t ever give up, you hear me? And once we’ll find them, we’ll make sure her little escape routines are put to a stop. Permanently.”  

Lilia’s words are enough to ground him. For now. 

Malleus failed to assured his wife and daughters his love towards them, failed to show just how deep his convictions towards them are. The moment he finds any threads of their whereabouts, he’ll make sure to rectify that. 

And as the night made way for morning, Malleus forces himself to leave his daughter’s abandoned bedroom to prepare for another long, monotonous day. The only reason why he hasn’t delegate his duties to Lilia was because of his grandmother. His grandmother had come to visit on the eve of his second wedding and stayed when a frantic Silver announced MC and their children’s disappearance. If it weren’t for her, Malleus would’ve burned away his suit and transform into a dragon to search for them. While Lilia organise a search team with Silver and Sebek, his grandmother made sure he understood his duties as King once more. 

That was the first and last time he slept with Bellatrix before his thoughts and desire are consumed with the need to find his family. At that point, neither Lilia nor his grandmother could’ve stop him. 

The castle staffs and guards know to scattered when they see him step out of the Queen’s wing. The moment they heard the door creaked open, the room is empty. 

All but for one individual. 

“Good morning, Father!” 

Malleus stop his track. He tilts his head towards his heir, expressionless. Victor refused to be deterred by his Father’s gloomy aura yet he’s smart enough to carefully approach him. 

The king is stoic on the best days, frightening on his worst. 

“Will you be joining us for breakfast later? I heard from Grandfather Lilia that the kitchen staffs are planning to cook your favourites.” 

“I’ll be taking my meals in my office as usual.” Malleus reply and starts to walk away. 

Victor’s smile drop a little but he pressed on, jogging behind his father. In a rare burst of courage, the Prince grab Malleus’ hand. Surprisingly, Malleus stops walking. He stares at his hand before narrowing his eyes at Victor. 

“W-Would Father like a report of my recent academic progress? My tutors said that I’ve been doing well in my magic classes! O-Oh! I’ve also been diligently keeping up with my etiquette lessons.” Victor stutters out after he immediately let go of his Father’s hand. Feeling like he just committed a grave crime. 

“No need. Your tutors have been sending letters of your progress, daily.” 

“Oh... then would Father be willing to... to train me - ”

“I’m busy. Ask Lilia or any of your tutors.” And with that, Malleus refused to linger any longer, leaving Victor in the empty room. 

Crestfallen, Victor watch his Father go. Knowing that if he bothers him even more, it will just upset him and another storm would loom over the castle for the next few days. His expression immediately morph into a combination of anger and sadness as he stomps away before the staffs could return, not wanting them to see him vulnerable. 

As usual, Victor desperately hopes that one day his Father would finally acknowledge him as a son, not as his Prince. 

-

Time tend to leave its mark differently on each species.

For creatures with a set of years as flimsy as a lit candle’s flame, humans are creatures who bear the passing of time with a passionate vigor. Time is likened to fireworks; beautiful, bright but only for a short moment. 

For Ace, however, time is a constant remainder that he had failed his best friend. Being vulnerable in Night Raven College is a sure way to be taken advantage off and Ace is never known as anything but his brutal honestly, mischievous streaks and habits of getting himself (and others) into trouble. 

But when the headmaster announced that he couldn’t find MC anywhere the day after their senior’s graduation, was the moment that he, Deuce and Grim completely lose their composure. Deuce was too shocked to say anything while Ace couldn’t stop screaming alongside Grim. 

She couldn’t have just vanish! People don’t work like that! 

And even if she finally somehow found a way back to her world, she wouldn’t just leave without saying goodbye! 

Ace hated himself as that moment. If only he texted them the night before. Why didn’t he? They usually send stupid texts to one another! If only he kept a closer eye on them. If only she kept Grim close to her. 

For once, the headmaster drop all pretence. For once, his guilt laden answer and heavy sags of his shoulders are genuine. 

MC is gone and he has no idea how or why. But the three of them refused to gave up just like that. Ever since that day, they would do their best to figure out or research about MC’s fate. Jack and Epel, after finding out what happened, did their best to help out too. But days passed without any leads and with heavy hearts, they accepted that their friend is lost to them. 

That was not a good day. 

After Ace and Epel managed to pull Deuce and Jack away from one another (Deuce had completely lost it when the wolf boy reluctantly admit that maybe it was best to stop their research), strangely enough, it was Sebek who finally interjects. 

They need to accept that MC is gone. Even if they could never gain the closure that they desperately want, it’ll be no good to carry this sort of horrible guilt with them forever. With a long sigh, Sebek told them to find peace with it, even if it’s hard. 

Easier said than done. Even now that he’s already an adult and have a son, Ace still couldn’t help but wonder what happened to his friend. He hopes that wherever she is, MC is safe and happy. Anything other than that Ace couldn’t bear to think. 

Ace takes out his phone and checks the calendar app. The anniversary of MC’s disappearance is coming. Usually, Ace would cook MC’s favourite food in honour of her memory and over the years, he has gotten pretty good at it. Good enough that it also becomes his son’s favourite dish. 

Just as Ace was about to put down his phone and get ready to go out for lunch with his older brother, it suddenly rings.  

The name on his phone surprises him. His son rarely calls him ever since he got accepted to Night Raven College. Something about wanting some independence from his old man that Ace retaliates by ruffling his hair because of his boy’s cheekiness. 

Ace press the accept button with a grin, knowing that this is going to be good. “What’s up, kiddo? Finally admit that you miss your old man?” 

He expects a scoff, maybe a reluctant admittance, hell even his son’s rare bout of innocent honesty. What Ace didn’t expect however, is hearing his son’s frightened shriek.

“Dad! You knew a MC/S before right!? Please tell me you know what to do when she went batshit insane!” 

“Whoa, whoa, slow down! What are you talking about? I can barely hear you!” 

Ace impatiently wait while pressing the phone close to his ear as he hear his son rapidly talking to someone, shouting apologies and heavy breaths as if he’s currently running. 

“Oh Sweet Seven, ok, I think we managed to hide from her.” His son panted. “Yeah, so, I might have, uh accidentally threw my food tray all over this girl and she immediately went supernova. We barely managed to dodge her fireballs!” 

Suddenly, Ace felt his heart drop. “Girl? What girl? Night Raven College is an all-boys’ school.” He heard himself reply. Absentmindedly, his mind brought up the memories of his Entrance Ceremony, years ago. Of a girl that looked so lost in her robes as she stood in front of the Mirror of Darkness. 

“Renata MC/S. She’s the only girl that ended up a student here. I remembered that you had a friend with that surname so I thought she might be related.” 

At that moment, Ace choose to believe it. It’s way too coincidental for it not be. A girl that shares his lost best friend’s surname who also just happend to be the only girl to be accepted in Night Raven College? 

But what Ace doesn’t understand is his son’s comment about the girl throwing fireballs. MC doesn’t have magic. So what’s going on? 

“Hmm, I usually gave her some space before I apologised to her. And a little bribery never failed too.” Ace advised, recalling how MC reluctantly accepts the candy that he offered after he upsets her. 

“That’s not a bad idea, Dad! Will report back the result if I’m not scorched to death.” Ace’s son dryly answer. Some rustling noises and hush whispers can be heard through the phone before his kid ended the call. 

Ace is already calling Deuce’s number. He needs to know about this. 

-

I hope I managed to did Malleus and Ace justice in writing them! I’ll get better with writing the rest of the boys once their children are introduce. Because Renata needed friends/allies against Malleus after all~ 

Speaking of Victor, I was really nervous when I was writing him. Here, he’s not all haughty because deep down, all he want is some praises and love from a Father who only see him as something to appease his court. Not a son. Hope I managed to portray that properly! 

(Also, the name of Ace’s son and two others will be reveal in the next oneshot)