#hi. extremely quick phone drawing for today.

[poorlydrawninstarsandtime]

please. please. please.

[id in alt]

[perfectlyoongi]

LONG-DISTANCE!NAMJOON who has your city in the weather app on his phone. as soon as Namjoon started talking to you and felt a little flower blooming inside his heart, he was quick to add your city to his app. seeing it every day, Namjoon made sure to always remind you to wear a scarf or take your umbrella with you. whatever the weather in your city, Namjoon was always ready with little pieces of advice and reminders to make your day better. “it’s going to be quite hot there today.do you have your water bottle with you? carry a fan in your backpack and stop for some ice cream before you get home. you deserve this treat.”

LONG-DISTANCE!NAMJOON who swears the only music that warms his soul is the sound of your voice. Namjoon was in love with you. in a way, your presence in his life had made the world a worthy place to live. you were like a ray of light in the grayest of days. with your laughs and stories, you could warm Namjoon’s heart even if you were miles away. and it was in your voice that Namjoon knew the true comfort of existence. being an eternity away from you, it was in your voice that Namjoon found true love. and there was no music or symphony that could compare with the melody of your voice. “talk to me. tell me about your day. describe the sky to me. say whatever you want, but speak. i need the calm that your voice brings me.”

LONG-DISTANCE!NAMJOON who offers you a set of cards titled ‘open when…’. the world was cruel and challenging, that was a truth known to everyone; as such, Namjoon tried to make your distance less painful by writing a set of letters for you to open at specific times. from a drawing of two arms for when you need a hug, or a recipe for soup when you want comfort, an extensive array of letters were delivered to you on a blustery winter morning — and you swore the sun came out the moment you saw that set of cards. “i think i planned every possible scenario. but if you need a card and don’t find one in this set, send a text. i leave everything to write you a digital letter, just ask.”

LONG-DISTANCE!NAMJOON who says he already missed you before he met you. when he met you, Namjoon felt at peace. for some reason, since the day he met you, Namjoon stopped being so heavy. it was as if you had brought with you the garden of eden that Namjoon delighted in from the moment he met you. in a way, Namjoon’s heart stopped bleeding when the two of you formed a friendship. and oh, when his flower expanded into bushes and trees, Namjoon could feel, for the first time in years, what true happiness was. “meeting you was like coming home after a long day of work. meeting you was a comfort i already knew but had never experienced. meeting you was meeting me for the first time. and i missed you and your soul so much.”

LONG-DISTANCE!NAMJOON who writes a song about you and the distance that separates you. it was more than obvious that Namjoon would express his feelings in a song — it was the only way he knew to alleviate some of the pain he felt. but unlike all the other songs, that one was just made for you. from lyrics to melody, the song was made from scratch, always with you in mind, wanting to show you how much he loved you and how unfair fate was for having put you so far away. “i wrote this song to ease the weight of my heart. it’s a simple poem about my feelings, but i want you to know that my entire soul is forever engraved here. and only for you.”

LONG-DISTANCE!NAMJOON who reads to you every night. fairy tales never sounded so innocent when uttered by Namjoon’s tender lips. telling you various adventures and love stories, Namjoon read to you every night before you went to sleep, hoping that his voice would be enough to bring you some comfort even though he was on the other side of the phone. with delicate words and graceful pronunciations, Namjoon lulled you into a deep sleep at the end of an extremely exhausting day — a reminder that he would always be just a call away from you. “today i want to do something different. when i went to the cafe, i heard a conversation between two strangers and i would like to repeat it to you. it’s about a flower’s love for water.”

LONG-DISTANCE!NAMJOON who left everything behind just to be able to hug you. Namjoon was at a stage in his life where only you mattered. yes, he loved his friends. yes, he loved his family. yes, he loved his job. but, oh, how he loved you. the world only made sense because Namjoon knew you existed; all light came from you, all happiness came from you, all life came from you. you were the world to Namjoon and he didn’t mind leaving all his other loves behind if it meant having you in his arms for the first time. “my heart was begging to come home. i really needed to see you. we spent a lot of time apart. now i’m here. now i’m home. me and my heart are at home.”

[anundyingfidelity]

YES, MA’AM — Sam Winchester/Sam Wesson ft. Dean Winchester/Dean Smith (Chapter I)

Summary: Sam is the new tech support guy at Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc., and he thinks you, his supervisor, are related to him in ways more than professional. He not only dreams of ghosts and Dean Smith, the sales and marketing director, but you, the pretty boss who seems very fond of him, maybe a little too much.

Word count: 1.3k.

Pairing: Sam W./Sam Wesson x female reader (main), Dean W./Dean Smith x female reader. Situated in 4x17 - It's a Terrible Life.

Warnings for this series: smut with plot, sexual tension, sub!Sam, dom!reader, switch!Dean, co-workers with benefits with Dean, boss/employee dynamics, canon violence and stuff. Slow updates oops.

Notes: welcome to my very first spn fanfic, hope you enjoy this short series of Sam and Dean!

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Chapter I | Chapter II

Chapter I: A Boring Life

Taking a quick look at the clock on the corner of the screen of his computer, Sam let out a long sigh. Lunch hour was far from near. He continued drawing the monsters he saw in his dreams on the notebook, those who wouldn't let him continue his abnormally boring and stupid life.

"Hey, Sam," a voice called, making him jump slightly on his seat.

He cleared his throat shutting the notebook and sitting right this time as he took in your figure towering over him in the cubicle with a smile on your lips.

"Hi, uhm... Is something wrong?"

You chuckled slightly. He wanted to slap himself for saying that. For Sam, bosses coming to him meant he might have done something wrong. He didn't want to know what he screwed up. Barely three weeks have passed since he started working there. As much as things were strange and weird around, Sam just wanted a quiet life.

"Not at all," you answered in a friendly manner. "Actually I just wanted to give you kudos. I've received good compliments from customers who called for help, you're doing excellent!"

Sam breathed out, feeling a heavy weight on his back dropping. He smiled. "Well, thank you. It feels good doing that."

But a raise or something would feel absolutely better, he thought.

"Sure! You're brilliant, have you ever been told that?"

"Uhm, not here. I mean- I want to say you're the first one. Sorry, the first one to say I'm brilliant, I- uhm I never really got kudos before? I don't think so but it does feel great."

He stumbled so much with his words that it made you laugh a little but he noticed you tried to suppress it. So you gave him a nod.

"Yeah, of course. I also see you're very organized with your stuff and reports," you remarked before taking a quick glance around and leaning a little bit toward him, your face morphing into a shy look. "Probably I shouldn't but could you help me with some reports today? You'd be off the phone, I just really need to send them by the end of the day and I'm extremely busy."

You bit your painted lower lip with big doe eyes, waiting for an answer. Since the first day he saw you around the company, he thought you looked extremely familiar. Like he had seen you before. Hell, it was like he knew you ages ago. But he wouldn't say it out loud, he might look like a creep.

You'd usually come like this to his spot just to talk and get into business, sometimes he'd go to ask you something he wasn't sure about from a call, but he never, ever herd from a complaint or that his work was shit from you. In fact, you were very kind and smart, always letting him know you were there if he needed anything. And you were pretty. So damn beautiful that you got his heart agitated and his body aching when you bent over a desk wearing tight black pencil skirts and those matching high stockings. He began to think probably you liked him but you used to get close to all of your employees on the tech support floor. You were just being nice to everyone.

"Uh, sure. I can do that," Sam curved his lips into a smile.

"Thank you, you're a lifesaver! I'll send you those in your email, ask me anything if it's difficult, okay?"

You responded with happy demeanour and quickly walked away back to your office, leaving him alone before he had the moment to say something. Just two minutes later he received an email from you with a bunch of reports and data to organize.

Sam scanned the files quickly while hearing the sounds of a chair rolling to his side.

"I think she likes you, man," Ian, the messy and chill coworker of his, teased. Sam chuckled.

"Nah, she's just nice to everyone. Besides, she needs help."

Suddenly, a notification popped from the side of his screen on the computer.

It was a message from you. It read:

Put on the headphones and listen to some music if you want ;)

"You were saying?" Ian joked again.

He smiled. Well, at least he'd be off the phone. Shouldn't be that hard, right?

The night fell and Sam found himself alone on his desk at eight o'clock working on your reports. Seeing the long reports and files he thought could make it on time to finish his shift at four and leave on time. It was fucking Friday. Poor him.

At least you ordered delivery for dinner for both of you. The good thing was that he wasn't really alone on the floor, you were in your office but soft music played as you worked on your stuff. Moments later, you found yourself sitting by Sam's side as he worked the final things on the last report.

"It's done," he announced, his body falling to the backrest of his chair.

"Thanks," you whispered shyly as he sent the finished files back to you. "I'm so sorry though, it's so late."

"Well, didn't have anything to do either."

"Really?!"

Your surprise made his eyes fall on you. He shrugged. "Just sleep."

You raised your eyebrows. "I thought maybe a girlfriend was waiting for you or something?"

He shook his head, pressing his lips together. "No, nothing like that."

The question was odd coming from you, so he decided to play a little.

"What about you?"

This time you shook your head. "Just my books and my TV."

Sam hummed. "It's a boring life, isn't it?"

"Yeah, well I get to pay my bills by the end of the month... And I meet nice people here... And I see you- Sorry."

You cut off your words all of a sudden, your eyes blinking rapidly saying you realized what you just said.

"My bad. We should get going."

You gave him a smile to try and brush off your words, but they were strong enough to get in Sam's head unnoticed. He watched you walk away, turning your computer and lights off on your office as Sam did the same on his spot. Once done, you walked out the floor together in silence.

"Thank you again. I don't think no one would ever do this for me here," you admitted with a deep exhale.

"Yeah, no problem," Sam smiled kindly as you got closer to the elevator.

"Really, I owe you. Do you have a car to get home or something? I can give you a ride if you need."

"I do, don't worry," he said as you stopped in front of the elevator, the doors opening.

"Great, so I think this is it," you grinned at him. "Have a good night."

"Thanks. I hope you have a good weekend, boss."

You nodded. "You too, Sam. Take care."

He saw you disappearing inside the elevator with a wave of your hand and a beautiful smile on your face. With a sigh, he made his way to the locker room and took his briefcase and stuff out. It was just a couple of minutes that he saw you leaving when he went back to the elevator. Checking his watch, the lift arrived and before he could get inside, he got a shocking picture in front of him.

Dean Smith, the marketing director, had you pinned against the wall and kissing down your neck. Your blouse unbuttoned, skirt up, lips open and eyes closed in bliss. Dean noticed the doors were open, pulling away his plump lips from your skin.

"Sorry buddy, wrong floor," he beamed and pushed the right button.

When you opened your eyes once again, you met Sam's open mouth and wide eyes as the doors closed. Great, now he might think you're a slut. 

[balkanradfem]

I have an update, for people invested in the story of me vs the attractive woman who moved into the building, who I cannot figure out. I still don't know if she's interested in women, if she likes me at all. She has short hair and is 9 years older than me which makes her irresistible.

So my main point of confusion was that she always reacted extremely friendly to me, even as far as yelling my name excitedly and waving when she sees me, but then when we talk she talks to me as if I'm a small child maybe, using words you'd use with children. So I've been on the fence on whether she just sees me as a small lost child who needs attention, or if I could potentially ask her out. I've met her a few times more, only briefly, but one of those times she called my name in an iteration that means small, she added a suffix that you would add to a child's name. (She added '-ica' to my name, for croatian speakers).

And this was too much for me, I had to draw a line at the small iteration of my name, I do not enjoy being viewed as a child, and will not have a crush on someone who makes me feel like I'm not a grownup >: (. So I decided, this is a lost cause romantically, I'm no longer into her, she obviously sees me as a child. It's fair, I also see anyone 9 years younger than me as a tiny baby who I can only be friends with, but I do think that's very cool of lesbians, that we're the exact opposite of pedophiles.

So I calmed down about her, but then I thought, okay, now that I'm not having my brain scrambled by the yearning, I could actually try to ask her to come over so I can meet her and see if we could be friends. She still acted very sweet towards me, one day I opened the door of the building, she was standing right outside, and jumped when I said 'Hi!' loudly. I apologized for scaring her, and she said 'It's okay, I just wasn't even hoping for you.'

How am I supposed to deal with that. That is adorable. I had to go immediately that day, but I decided to calm down, and wait for an opportunity to see if I can get to know her better.

The opportunity came today! I stumbled on her while biking outside, got her attention, and then told her 'Hey, you seem like an interesting person, and I'd love to sit down and talk to you sometimes, I want to know more about you. Could I invite you over for tea?'. And she said, 'Okay, give me your number!', and then she realized, she didn't take her phone with, because it was raining. I grabbed my phone to take her number, but my battery was 1% and the screen was too dark to see. We were both standing there without functional phones, laughing at ourselves. Then she grabbed a pen from her bag, asked me to give her my hand, and wrote her number on it. I've never had a woman write down her number on my hand! It was a great experience. She stopped to ask if it was hurting me, and I was smiling and giggling because I was thrilled, and told her to keep writing. Her handwriting is very neat! I promised to quick-call her as soon as I got home, so her phone will have my number as well.

So now I have her number on my hand, and I did give her a very short ring, so she has my number too. Now I'm nervous! I cleaned up the place because I don't know when she's going to come over, and I'm plagued by the anxiety that I won't be able to offer her a sweet treat because I never make any. I gave her an open invitation so she can just randomly decide to come and I will seem like a person with no food in my kitchen because I only make food when I'm hungry and then eat it immediately. Do you think pan-fried apples is an acceptable treat for a guest? I'm being so normal about this.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Fall | Mat Barzal

wc. 730

A beautiful fall day with Mat Barzal

This was your favorite type of day. 

The kind of day where it’s the end of summer, and the weather is starting to cool but you still have a choice of shorts to wear if you wanted to. The air is crisp, with a hint of fall and all things good. It reminds you of the first day of school when you were a kid, rushing into the new classroom and heading straight towards your friends, with absolutely no care in the world. 

As you grew up you found the beauty of days like this and relished it. You always ended up at a nearby dog park, your tiny pup running around and playing with other dogs. You sat at a bench nearby, reading whatever novel caught your attention this week. 

It was peaceful, not many people were at the park today helping you focus more on the book before you. You had read pretty much half the novel, extremely invested in the story before you. Suddenly you hear a dog bark loudly, and you look up just as he comes tumbling towards you. He didn’t have any malice in his eyes, only pure happiness as he bounded towards you excited to meet another person. 

When the dog reaches your feet you hold out a hand, smiling fondly at the husky. He lets you draw your hand over his head, scratching lightly behind his ears. You’re grinning at the friendly pup so much you don’t even notice the out of breath boy before you. 

“I’m so sorry,” he says, causing you to look up. 

For a second you’re struck by his features, his brown hair flops across his forehead, a genuine smile braced on his lips. Your heart skips a beat before dropping down between your feet and rolling to a stop. 

“You’re all good,” you finally choke out. 

“Belle really likes people,” he continues with a gesture towards the husky still happily panting at your feet. 

“She’s adorable,” you say, smiling up at him. 

“Uhm, Mat,” he says, sticking out his hand awkwardly. 

You take it in your hand, offering your name in response and he smiles. He looks around, spotting your dachshund slowly but surely making his way over to you. 

“Awe is he yours?” Mat asks cooing at your tiny pet. 

“He is. His name is oliver or ollie,” you respond. 

He leans down, running a hand over your panting dog before scooping him up into his arms. Your dog leans his head on Mat’s chest, similar to the way he does to you and your face immediately softens. 

“He’s precious,” Mat says, smiling at you. 

“He likes you. He doesn’t like many people.” 

Mat grins widely at that, eventually putting Ollie down and the dog sits next to him still seemingly smiling at the boy before you. 

“Can I sit?” Mat asks and you nod, moving your bag to the ground next to you. 

By now both your dogs have bound off again, running and chasing each other causing a giggle to erupt from you at the size difference of the dogs. 

“What are you reading?” Mat asks, tipping your book up to see the cover. 

“Misery,” you respond sheepishly. 

“You’re a writer,” he states like you just said it yourself. 

You tilt your head at the essential stranger, wondering how he knew that quickly. He smiles sheepishly, shrugging as if he can feel your confusion. 

“My friend is a writer. Always has their head in a book. Not sure why though,” he explains, and you grin. 

“Gotta get the good ideas from the best.” 

Mat nods like this makes perfect sense to him and you smile, slowly shutting your book to turn to him. 

“And what do you do for a living?” 

You’re surprisingly shocked when the sun starts to set and your dog has been next to your side laying down for the past half hour. You had been smiling and laughing for nearly two hours getting to know Mat. 

“Uh so I’m late to practice,” he says and you nod. “But can I get your number?” 

He slides you his phone and you’re quick to type your number in. When you hand it back to him he’s grinning widely as he slides his phone into his pocket before calling his dog back over. 

“I’ll see you soon,” he says, winking before walking away. 

[bradshawsbaby]

May I request matching pajamas for hannix?

Of course you may! How about a little glimpse into the early days of Phoenix’s pregnancy with JJ?

Phoenix groaned and rolled over in bed at the sound of her phone buzzing with an incoming text message. Hardly able to lift her head off the pillow, she fumbled around blindly for a moment before her fingers finally closed around her cell phone.

On my way home now, Minx. How are you feeling?

Swallowing back her nausea, she typed out a quick message in response to her husband.

Like death 😩

Before she could even put her phone back down, it was buzzing with another message.

Ugh, I’m sorry, baby. I’ll be home soon to take care of you 😘

I might just kill you for doing this to me, Bagman 😠

😬😬😬😬

She couldn’t help but laugh tiredly at Jake’s last message, dropping her phone beside her in the bed and pulling the blankets over her head. She’d been in bed all day, forced to call out sick from work due to a bad case of morning sickness. Jake had wanted to stay home, too, but she’d insisted she would be fine. Truth be told, however, she was glad he was on his way back. It had gotten lonely being home all alone, and with the way she was feeling, all she wanted was to be held in her husband’s arms.

“Minx?” she heard Jake calling out about twenty minutes later, the sound of the front door closing behind him.

“Upstairs!” she called back, drawing her knees up to her chest as another wave of nausea rolled through her.

“Hey, baby,” he said softly when he appeared in the doorway a moment later, immediately moving towards the bed and taking her into his arms. “Still not feeling great?”

“No,” Phoenix sighed, dropping her head on his shoulder. Surprisingly, the smell of jet fuel on his skin didn’t make her feel like she was going to barf yet again. “Morning sickness sucks. And it’s not even the morning anymore!”

“I know,” Jake chuckled, brushing her dark hair away from her face. “I brought home some saltines and a container of chicken noodle soup that Penny made for you, if you feel like eating.”

Trying to erase any thoughts of food from her mind, Phoenix just shook her head in response. “I could use a shower though,” she admitted. “Want to help me?”

“Is this just an elaborate excuse to get me naked? Because you could just ask, you know,” he smirked, laughing when she slapped his chest. “Alright, c’mon, Minx,” he grinned, helping her out of bed and wrapping an arm around her waist to lead her to the bathroom.

After a quick shower, Jake walked her back to their room, a huge smile plastered across his face as he led her to the edge of the bed and sat her down.

“I have a little surprise present for you, Minx. It just came today in the mail. Wait here and I’ll go grab it. And don’t get dressed yet!” he called over his shoulder, hurrying out of the room.

Rolling her eyes in amusement, Phoenix sat impatiently waiting, clad in nothing more than a fluffy striped towel.

Jake returned only a minute or two later, what looked to be a pair of pajamas in his hand. “For you,” he grinned, holding them out to her.

“Hmm, you know I do love a new pair of pajamas,” she chuckled, running her fingers over the soft material.

“Put them on,” he told her eagerly, his green eyes sparkling in a way that made her smile.

“Okay, okay,” she grinned, standing up to get dressed. The pajama pants were extremely cozy, but it wasn’t until she lifted up the shirt that she realized why Jake was so enthused about this gift.

“Bagman!” she laughed, turning around to whack him with the shirt. “Are you kidding me?”

“What? It’s true!” he gasped, feigning injury from where she had swatted him. “Put it on, Minx.”

Shaking her head, she tried to smother her amused smile as she pulled the shirt over her head—the shirt that read Sexy Mama.

“You are such a child,” she smirked, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

“Maybe, but I got you smiling and feeling a little better, didn’t I?” he winked, resting his hands on her waist.

“True,” she conceded, laughing again as she looked down at the shirt.

“But wait, I haven’t even shown you the best part,” Jake went on, his grin growing even wider.

“What’s that?” Phoenix asked, arching an eyebrow as she looked up at him.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Jake turned and disappeared from the room for a moment, then returned with his own shirt in hand—Sexy Dada.

“It came as a matching set!”

Winter Vibes Writing Prompts ❄️

[writerswho]

Wednesday, rather, Weems in Wednesday's body enters her-- the principal's quarters without ceremony. 

“There is such a thing as knocking before you enter, did you know that?” Weems, or to be more precise, Wednesday trapped in the principal's body, says from her seat at the kitchen island,

“You're dating Enid!” Weems says, somewhat alarmed. 

“Oh, you found out,” she doesn't seem the least bit bothered by the situation. 

“I can't date a student? Especially not when that student is my daughter!” Weems tries not to scream, she doesn't want to run the risk of the walls hearing it, but keeping calm is becoming increasingly difficult. 

“And you think I want to date my parents?” The disgust is perceptible in the teenager's adult voice. “Do you know how many messages my father has sent me-- sent you today alone?” The principal's phone vibrates tirelessly on the table. “I swear to the devil, if it's another one of his messages, I'm going to kill him and throw his body in a ditch where no one will be able to find it to bring him back.”

“He will keep sending messages until you answer,” Weems walks over to the island and picks up the phone. She types something quick and sends it. The phone vibrates twice more and then silence, Wednesday sighs in relief. “There, he'll leave you alone for a while.”

“Can't I just block him until all this is sorted out?” Wednesday throws the phone into one of the drawers, a deep hatred for the device bubbling up in her chest. 

“And run the risk of Gomez showing up here and making a big deal out of it in front of the entire school?” Weems raises one of Wednesday's eyebrows in defiance. 

“I hate you,” the teenager replies. 

“Me? But I didn't do anything.”

“Of course you did, this is all your fault.”

“You're the one playing with a dangerous book and testing spells left and right!”

“It wasn't a dangerous book, it was a book from my family's personal library.”

“So, an extremely dangerous book.”

“And everything was going very well until you meddled where you shouldn't have.”

“Wednesday, you are my student, my stepdaughter and my daughter-in-law! I couldn't just let you stupidly dangerous things without stopping you!” Weems lets the words flow in the heat of the moment, without noticing what she is saying. 

Wednesday stares at her in a way that doesn't match the blonde's face, she blinks twice and then throws the woman in her body a deadly stare, which makes Weems realize why her staff trembles at the base every time she looks at them like that. “Never repeat any of those words again,” warns Wednesday, “especially not together.”

“I regretted it as soon as the words came out of my mouth,” she admits, pulling herself together. “Wouldn't it be better if we talked to your mother?” Weems changes the subject. 

“No!”

“Wednesday, she is the one who sent you this book, she must know how to resolve our situation.”

“I'm not going to crawl up my mother's skirt every time something goes wrong, I'll fix it, you just have to be patient.” 

“I have patience, Wednesday, the question is whether you can have it. The day has barely started, and you've already made plans to kill your own father. What are you going to do when someone on the faculty says something you don't like or a student irritates you a little too much?”

“What I always do, threaten them with a knife and take pleasure with the fear in their eyes.”

“But you can't do that. I can't do that! If you go around threatening people, it will cost me my job, and I like my job!”

“Why?”

Weems takes a deep breath, this is a discussion for another time. “Wednesday, I just, please don't kill anyone in my body. Don't threaten anyone, don't draw any blood, can you do that?”

“I can try.”

“No, Wednesday, this is serious. You have to do this, do this minimum for me, or you will end up destroying my life and I know you don't like or care that much about me, but I am begging you, please.”

Wednesday is silent for a long time, Weems feels like she's going to scream. “I will not hurt or kill anyone while in possession of your body, however, I promise nothing about wanting revenge on anyone who has angered me once I have returned to my own body,” the girl informs her. 

“Thank you,” Weems smiles lightly, and Wednesday grimaces. 

“Don't do that, don't smile with my face, it's unsettling.”

“Yeah, it really doesn't feel right,” she agrees, the ghost of a smile still there. “I'd better go before Enid wakes up and finds me missing, I don't want to answer any questions. Speaking of Enid...”

“No.”

“What?”

“I'm not going to discuss my girlfriend with you.”

“But I need to know something. Do you hold hands? Do you hug? Do you snooze?”

“Do you really want to know about my relationship with your daughter?”

Weems frowns, “you're right, it's better not to bring it up. But I kind of actually need to know how you act with her in order not to arouse suspicion.”

Wednesday thinks for a few seconds before answering, “keep an acceptable distance, don't engage in unnecessary touching, do whatever she says, but don't give in to absurd things.”

“And what would be absurd things?”

“Wearing matching clothes, for example. The snoods are already bad enough, there is no need for more.”

“You two would look so adorable in matching outfits, oh, imagine if you borrowed one of her sweaters?” Weems has a wicked smile, which matches the teenager's features perfectly. 

“Do this, and I'll tattoo my parents' name on your chest,” it's not a threat, it's a promise.

“All right, I take it back,” she laughs again. Weems' cell phone alarm goes off. “Well, I guess it's time for you to go get ready, principal.”

“And you too, student.” They exchange a last look, determined to do their best, or at least try hard. Weems nods before leaving, she is at the door when Wednesday says, “you are wrong, by the way.”

“About?”

“If I didn't like nor care about you, I wouldn't waste my time with you,” the teenager reveals. The woman just smiles before walking away. 

[wonuumelody]

“ The train ”

Xu Minghao / The8

pairing: Xu Minghao x gn!reader genre: soft, stranger crush. warning(s): none word count: 0.6k

synopsis : When you took the train to your grandfather's house, you met a really fascinating and mysterious man with a long and black coat.

It's been a long time since you took the train. Not since you were a kid, anyway. The last time you took it, you must have been eight years old, with your grandfather in China. Today, you were an adult and decided to visit your beloved grandfather in his little Chinese village.

When you got on the train you immediately took a seat next to the window, glad it was free. The sun beat softly inside the car, the pretty orange light brought charm and softness to the room. You had taken with you something to do, the book you were currently reading, your notebook and headphones as well as your iPad to listen to music and work (mostly draw) without disturbing the other passengers.

The ride began and from the beginning of this one you did not raise your eyes from your screen, busy drawing. Having finished a drawing you had started a week earlier, you raised your head to look out the window. In your field of vision you could see on the right side a long black coat, looking more closely you could see the face of the person wearing the coat. He was a brown haired man, with pretty eyes and slightly pointed ears on their extremities. The young man had his head turned to his window, sitting opposite you he couldn't see you.

When you came back to earth, you took back your iPad, he inspired you. You then began a quick sketch of the young man in black, starting with his silhouette and then drawing the background. Without you realizing it, the man had turned his attention, not to the book he had in his hand, but to you. He would see you watching him from time to time before refocusing on what seemed to him to be a drawing. A smile appeared on his face and his gaze was a mix of curiosity and amusement.

As you raised your face to look at him, you fell directly on his eyes, which were already on you. He gave you an absolutely charming smile before nodding to you, pointing to the empty seat in front of you. You nodded slightly and the young man moved from his seat to the one facing yours.

" - Good morning," he said.

"- Hello. . " you had replied, slightly embarrassed to be surprised.

Did I see you draw me? You know, that's very flattering.

"- That's right! I couldn't help it, I probably should have asked you before. Sorry. . .

- There's no harm, don't worry! May I see where you stand? "

When asked about the stranger, you nodded before showing him the beginning of your work. After I complimented you the discussion quickly came between the two of you. He was an absolutely charming man of unbelievable kindness and politeness.

After spending at least two hours talking and laughing together, the train docked at your stop, apologizing for having to leave, the young man grabbed your hand and slipped a piece of paper.

"By the way, my name is Xu Minghao. "

- Y/N. . . I am Y/N"

He looked at you with a smile before he saw you running away, your purse in your hand.

Once you got off the train, you took the time to look at the piece of paper he gave you. There was a phone number. You gently squeeze the paper in your hand before you put it in your purse, who knows maybe you'll call him one day.

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Hi! I hope this story has pleased you.. I think hao didn't meditate before, that's why he went directly to you. Anyway, thank you so so much for reading, it really means a lot to me. Kisses <3

[tisorridalamor]

Better late than never!

As promised, I am here to discuss my thoughts on Goodnight Punpun and Psyren, the first and second place manga that won my "What manga that I know nothing about should I get from the library" poll. I'm still not very far into either, just a few volumes cause I got distracted by catching up with some other things, but I am enjoying both so far!

As another note, I've realized I really, really enjoy reading physical manga! There's something about being able to hold the book in your hands that makes me appreciate the art and story more. Idk, I read a lot of digital manga (often because there literally isn't an English or physical version), so it feels special. Highly recommend getting something random from your local library so you can feel some kind of way like this too!

TLDR: sometimes it's fun to read something totally new! I plan on finishing both of these series and can't wait to get back to them after I've finished my current diversions :)

Psyren

Psyren is a pretty typical feeling Shonen with fun characters and a neat mystery/setting. While you've probably seen a lot of its elements before, they come together here in a really satisfying way! Volume 3 in particular got me absolutely hooked, and I've been really enjoying seeing the world come together and the stakes get higher.

For a quick summary, Ageha Yoshina is a typical rowdy teen who gets tangled up the urban legend of "Psyren," a world connected to Earth that only accepts a chosen few, when an old friend goes missing.

Both Psyren and Goodnight Punpun are from the mid/late 2000s, and Psyren in particular feels nostalgic to me. I love the use of flip phones and payphones, and the rumors surrounding "Psyren" is like something born out of internet culture from that time period.

My favorite character so far is the punk psychic classical piano star who acts as the main characters' mentor figure. She's great, and honestly it's hard competition because all of the characters are super likable. The flow of the story is fun as well - I like narratives where characters have to balance another world / another life with the one they currently have and I feel like there's a lot of potential to see Ageha deal with "school life" alongside fighting for his life in Psyren.

Psyren is a super easy read, and it's blend of familiar tropes with 2000s nostalgia makes it feel strangely fresh. The Earth of Psyren has a lot "fear" about the current state of the world, from climate change to the economy, so it feels relevant to today as well. I can already see Ageha starting to care about things outside himself and I watch him grow further! If anything from the above sounds like fun, I recommend giving Psyren a read (at least through volume 3 please VOLUME 3 IS REALLY GOOD!)

Goodnight Punpun

So right off the bat, Goodnight Punpun is not what I expected and it's a bit difficult to describe. It follows Punpun, a young boy whose family all looks like little bird creatures as he goes through the trials and tribulations of childhood. He goes to school, he has crushes, he hangs out with his friends. He can talk to god (the giant floating head of the author shown above). Yknow, normal kid stuff.

However Goodnight Punpun is absolutely not written kids. It's about kids and adolescence and growing up, but it doesn't hide any harsh realities - abuse, divorce, addiction, puberty, sexuality, religion, and more. These topics aren't fully understood by the kids but are very clear to the intended adult audience.

Honestly I was a little put off at first. The art, while extremely detailed and often beautiful, is sometimes quite ugly as the creator likes to draw most adults like caricatures. The story felt disjointed, the sense of humor is hit or miss, and the overall tone could be described as an "acquired taste."

But as I neared the end of the first volume, the pieces felt like they were really coming together. The little moments between the kids, the honesty of childhood crushes, the glimpses into character's lives at home, and the struggles the adults are facing really do add up into something... And the slight dip into "thriller" territory didn't hurt either!

My library only had the first 2 volumes, so while looking for places to read online I found that this series is actually quite well known and it has (or at one point had) a proper following. Near the end of volume 2 or 3, there's actually a bit of a skip in time, so I assume each "arc" of the manga will cover a different important time in Punpun's adolescence and maybe even teen years. If you want to give Goodnight Punpun a try, I highly recommend at least reading through volume one unless you are really put off by some of the subject matter.

As the first volume said on the back, "Punpun is a normal kid. He wants his crush to like him back, he wants to win a Nobel Prize, he wants to grow up, he wants to watch some porn. That's what he wants, but what does he get?" Well I want to see what happens to him and his classmates, and I really hope it's good things, but it'll probably be a mix of good, bad, and weird.

[secretxxpaladaiseu]

Fairy Tale Ending

Date night. It was a suggestion from their marriage counselor, whose appointments Inna was typically late to. Much like how she was running late for date night with her husband. They had barely been married for two years, and already they were in marriage counseling because Inna didn't make time. She barely made time to even work on planning her wedding, and picking out a dress. In fact, Inna barely made time even for herself for more than an hour at a time. A small break that was usually shared with a few glasses of vodka.

Her dress and shoes were in her office, right next to the door so she wouldn't forget. She had even taped a huge sign to it with the time and location of their date night. A time that had passed well over an hour ago, closer to two. Absolutely nothing new. Inna didn't spend too much time in her office most days of the week, and today was one such day. Hardly fifteen minutes had been spent in there once the morning had passed, and so the dress and sign went forgotten about as the day went on.

There was always someone who was impressed at the speed in which Inna could run in a pair of heels, but her husband was not one of those people. He stood in the lobby, looking up from his phone once he heard the familiar, quick clicking of heels on tile. A clicking that stopped as soon as Inna saw him. She knew why he was there. He almost never showed up to the resort unless Inna was running extremely late, or she wasn't answering her calls. It was a combination of both today, and she didn't have to step close to him to tell he was seething.

For over two years, he had put up with her promises of taking more breaks from work. Her promises to slow down at work. Her promises to step back from work. Work. Work. Work. That's all almost anyone could associate with Inna, because it was nearly all that she did. How she ever found the time to even date the man she married was a mystery.

"I'm sorry…" The words left her mouth, her voice trembling as she realized the mistake she had made. A deep mistake. A painful mistake.

Silently, he motioned towards her office before walking that way himself, knowing she would follow like always. Everyone around who could scatter did, leaving one front desk clerk who busied herself with the computer. This was a scene that had played out before, and the front desk clerk would be witness once again to the argument that was about to unfold.

As the door shut and locked behind her, Inna's mouth opened for another apology as tears filled her eyes.

"No. No, don't even. You keep doing this over and over…Do you even fucking love me?!"

His words were the sharpest daggers in the universe once they left his lips, his question drawing out the tears that now began flooding down her cheeks. Inna's vision was quick to blur as she stood there in stunned silence. Of course she loved him. She absolutely loved him. That was why she married him, was because she loved him. It was why she was trying so hard to keep their marriage together, was because she loved him.

Or…Did she? Inna was facing pressure at the time to get a romantic life. She viewed much of her higher ranking staff as friends, and they suggested it would help her relax and have a more fulfilling life. They even helped her set up a dating profile, and take plenty of pictures to fill it with. They even went as far as to help her screen guys that had shown interest in her. He was the first man that the gaggle of women agreed would be a good match, and so the first date was arranged.

One date turned into several, and Inna found herself taking Tuesdays off to make sure she went on those dates. It was a consistency that he already grew frustrated with, but dealt with because of how well those first few dates had gone. The two of them got along so well, they complimented each other so perfectly…Even without meeting the guy in person, everyone noticed the change in Inna.

She was glowing, happier, calmer since they got serious. Even the most senior of staff who had been there since she was just another employee saw an Inna they had never seen before. Being with him had become the best thing to have ever happened to her, and it was obvious.

Even Inna could feel the changes in herself. She had never felt happier, healthier, just all around better. One man had almost completely changed her.

Almost.

No matter what changes he brought to her, she could never get rid of her workaholic ways. What had taken a break while they were dating was quickly dropped once they got married. If Inna wasn't at home, she was at the resort. When Inna didn't pick up her phone, or show up for an appointment, he knew where to go to find her.

It was why they were both in her office now. Tonight wasn't just any date night. It was one where he had spent a month planning, a romantic gesture to celebrate the anniversary of their first date. Tonight was incredibly important to him. Seemingly more so to her husband than to Inna herself.

That wasn't true though. To Inna, it meant a lot, and right now she was beating herself up so hard that she crumbled to the ground in violent sobs. Her voice was useless for anything more than wailing as she pressed her forehead against the floor. Tonight…Tonight was one missed date too many. How much was one person supposed to put up with in the name of love? Everyone had a breaking point, a moment where they had to finally close the chapter, even reluctantly.

This was his breaking point. It was the anniversary of their first date, of the first day they met, the first day of what was supposed to be the rest of their fairy tale together.

A fairy tale that had to end.

He stood there in silence for a few minutes, just watching his wife sob in regret on the floor in front of him. It hurt to see her like this, knowing that she hurt herself just as much as she had hurt him, but she had yet to change. She had yet to prove that she was going to truly change for him, despite the numerous times she had promised to. As much as it hurt, he just couldn't put up with it anymore and finally left the office and resort as a whole.

Several days had passed before Inna finally got the response she knew was coming. For nearly two weeks, she had worked nonstop at the resort. It was all she could do to avoid going home to a place she knew was empty. He had left the day after their missed anniversary, and she couldn't bear to be in that place. It was too much. Instead of roaming around the resort like normal, she locked herself away in her office, only ever leaving when she was called upon.

Nearly two weeks to the day, the envelope finally came. Inna didn't need to open it to know what was inside, and it made her that much less eager to open it. Instead, it sat on her desk. Untouched, unmoved, unopened for nearly a month before she finally opened it. Half of a bottle of vodka helped her to confront that envelope, and rip it open to see the divorce papers that were contained inside. She was just sober enough to scan it over and understand what all was contained, and signed it as soon as she had finished reading a few sections more in depth.

Grabbing a new envelope from a file cabinet, she carefully slipped the papers inside before scribbling the name and address of his law firm on the front. Picking up the phone, she called for a courier before dropping the envelope off at the front desk. There was no need to be secretive about it, since everyone else also knew what was in that envelope.

Stepping back into her office, she locked the door behind her once again before looking at the garment bag that still hung beside it. It was yet another thing she had left untouched, much longer than the envelope had. Reaching up, she unzipped the bag just enough to get a view of the dress. It wasn't just any dress, but it was the one she had worn on their first date…Their first meeting, and what was supposed to be the first day of their fairy tale. She stared at the fabric for several, seemingly long moments before finally zipping it back up and going back over to her desk. Sitting back down, she poured more vodka into her glass before drinking it back just as quickly as she had poured it only to refill the glass before it could be noticed as empty.

[headless-angel-writes]

Love Bites

Summary: Ya que Baz no quiere morderlo, Simon propone una alternativa.Carry On Countdown 2022:  Colmillos 

Words: 1677

Ao3:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/43640946

@carryon-countdown​

Simon.

I still don't understand why Baz refuses to bite me. He's not a monster and I know he won't hurt me. And it's something very intimate, that would connect us in a very special way. Plus, it's extremely hot. 

anyone's wet dream is to have a vampire as a lover. And I, who have one, can't enjoy the associated benefits.

As much as I try to discuss it, he always cuts me off with the same argument.

"Cannibalism isn't sexy, Snow."

"Oh yeah? Tell that to Jeffrey Dahmer," I reply, sick of always hearing it

(Baz smacked me after that. It was a lame attempt at a joke. Even for me.)

But today I have a new approach for him. I don't know if it's weird to talk about it over dinner, but we're strangers anyway.

"Baz, can I talk to you about something," I say, stirring my mashed potato.

"You know you can, Simon."

He stretches his hand across the table, I take it.

"Since you won't bite me... Why don't we reach a middle ground?

I feel my face heat up.  I'm still ashamed to talk about my kinks out loud, I can't deny it. But we must communicate with each other about all of our needs. (Yes, I learned that in therapy).

"What do you mean love?"

He intertwines our fingers and squeezes a little, trying to encourage me to talk.

"Can you give me hickeys? And use your fangs a bit."

Baz is thinking. I can almost hear him.

"You're talking about using my fangs, but without actually hurting you.

Technically a hickey is a wound. I'm not mentioning it.

"Yes" 

"And no drawing blood."

It's not a question.

"Yeah, no blood." 

Oh, boring. But I can accept that. Baz is quiet, stroking my hand, just a minute longer.

"It's okay. Let's do it" he says at last.

It makes me want to jump on him right now, not caring if our dinner is ruined. Instead, I just bring his hand to my mouth and kiss his knuckles.

Baz tries to make small talk while we eat. I reply with pure gibberish. I'm not paying attention to him, and that makes me feel a slight twinge of guilt.

But I can't stop thinking now that he's agreed. Does it hurt? How will it look on me? Does Baz think it's freaky? Can it be done in my wings? Will I actually enjoy it when he finally gives me a hickey?

I have no experience with hickeys. I read a couple of articles on the internet about it. Still, it's different reading about it than experiencing it firsthand. Just thinking about it makes me aroused

We finish our dinner and Baz goes to the living room. I can hear the TV on while I do the dishes. This week it's my turn to do it. 

Eating dinner, doing the dishes, watching some shows on TV and then going to bed seems like an old marriage routine. I don't mind, I like knowing what to expect. And so does Baz. It's comforting after the chaos our lives were before.

I'm so focused on my task that I jump a little when I feel Baz hugging me from behind. (He spelt my wings and tail away before dinner.) His hot breath tickles the back of my neck.

"Come to the room when you are finished," he says.

"I thought we were going to watch a movie."

He begins to trail kisses down my neck. They're quick and tender, but it's enough to send a shiver down my spine. His grip on me tightens.

"That can wait."

As he speaks, I can feel his teeth brush against my skin. Oh for Merlin's sake.

As soon as it started, it stops. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as Baz leaves the kitchen. I hurry to rinse everything off and dry my hands. Then I rush to meet him.

He is lying in bed, reading something on his mobile. He has removed his trousers and shirt, leaving only his boxers. It's awkward that I'm still dressed. As soon as he sees me, he puts his phone away. Suddenly I'm overcome with shyness. I don't know how to approach him. 

"Do you need help removing your clothes?

I shake my head and start to undress while he stares at me. Sometimes I still find it hard to believe he's actually attracted to me. 

Now I'm undressed, I finally step closer. He leads me over until I'm lying on the bed next to him. I'm not sure what to do now. 

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to," I tell him. 

"Stop thinking so much," he replies, touching my forehead.

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. It's sweet and slow. Wonderful how our mouths fit together so well. It doesn't take long for the kiss to increase in depth. As I start to run out of breath, he takes the opportunity to start moving down my neck, kissing it. I breathe a sigh. When he does that, I enjoy it, my neck is a sensitive spot. 

"I'm doing it now," he says against my skin.

"Please."

I stroke his hair. He holds me by my sides, firmly.

Baz's fangs graze over my jugular, just enough to feel their sharpness; it makes me groan in frustration. He retracts them, but his mouth stays on my neck. His mouth licking and sucking on my skin. It hurts a little, but it's a good pain. Pleasurable.  

It's much better than I expected. And I can't stop panting. Up against my thigh, I feel Baz react to the sounds I make. When he's satisfied, pulls his mouth away, but not before leaving a kiss on the newly formed bruise. It gives me goosebumps. Baz moves my jaw and examines his work.

"For my first love bite, I think it looks pretty good," he says.

"It's just that you're an expert at sucking."

That makes him laugh.

"Are you serious?" 

I shrug 

"I'm not lying. You're an expert at sucking blood... and other stuff too."

He bites my throat and I laugh. Even though he didn't do it with force, I feel as if his teeth, his fangs, are digging straight into my soul. 

"Sometimes I don't understand why you're still with me. I'm a monster."

His mournful tone worries me. I cup his face in my hands, to make him look at me.

"No, you're not." I kiss his nose, "I wish you could see yourself as I see you, Baz."

 His eyes water a little. He doesn't answer me but reaches out for me to hug him. I do. My breathing is still heavy, and I can still feel his hard dick against my leg.

"Besides, your fangs are so sexy. I like it when you bite me."

He pulls away from me. There are dry tears on his face. I wipe them away with my thumbs.

"Then let me pamper you, Simon."

Baz's tongue moves slowly over my throat. My fingers dig into the back of his neck and his back. No doubt I'm going to leave fingernail marks on his body,

He gives small thrusts into my thigh. His moans are drowned against my neck.  My hard cock begs for attention. I tap a few times on his hip. He gets the message and turns a little, just enough to bring our crotches together. I leave my hand on his ass and try to pull him closer to me. 

"Fuck," I let out a sigh. 

Baz is still focused on my neck. He bites down from time to time, letting me feel his fangs. And he sucks in a few spots. He's going to leave several marks. I can't complain. We haven't stopped grinding this whole time. The rocking of our hips is delicious. However, I think I need a little more stimulation if I want to come.

I bring one of my hands down to the spot where our penises touch. Baz is still wearing his boxer shorts, so I pull them down a little to free his shaft. He's dripping wet, and so am I.

I grab both of us in one hand and start stroking our cocks. My motions are quick. And barely coordinated, but they make Baz lose control. He pulls away from my neck and seeks my gaze. 

"I'm so close," he says.

"Come for me, baby," I whisper as I nibble on his earlobe.

After a few more strokes, he reaches orgasm, and I orgasm seconds later. My hand, as well as our bellies, are covered in cum. I don't care at the moment.

My breathing is quite laboured. Baz drops onto my chest. He grimaces when he notices how sticky and filthy I am. Still, he doesn't let go. 

"We should take a bath in the tub," he says a while later.

To be honest, I'm too lazy to take a bath right now. Although sleeping covered in dried spunk and sweat doesn't sound like a nice thing to do. Plus I can take advantage of the fact that my wings are hidden.

"Yeah, let's do that."

In the bathroom, as the tub fills, I stare at the marks on my skin. They stand out a lot as if they were roses. It's the first time I have had wounds that were made with love. I smile at the mirror. 

If I could, I'd let everyone see me like this.

"Do you want me to fix your hickeys?" says Baz.

I can't help but laugh. I gesture for him to come over to me. He understands and hugs me from behind.

"Baz, the point of hickeys is to mark a person. I want it to show that I'm yours."

( After the bath, when he offers to rub aloe on my skin to bring the swelling down a bit, I let him.. If he wants to take care of me, I won't stop him)

[vani-ash]

Kim sighed as he looked over his emails, he had been home for 30 minutes and it was still just work, work and more work.

He really needed to hire a manager. Well, he actually had a manager but Kim was too much of a control freak to let someone else have complete control over his scheduling, his manager did some of the busy work but Kim always looked over all the final details to make sure everything was in order. He had a tour coming up and so he'd been extremely busy the last few days ensuring everything was right.

Just as Kim was finishing up replying to the emails his phone lit up with a notification.

Sunshine is live

Kim looked at the clock confused for a second: 9:30pm thursday.

Sunshine didn't stream on thursdays. He had a pretty strict schedule and if he ever deviated there would be some prior announcement, but Kim wasn’t going to question an extra moment to watch his favourite streamer.

He was  quick to open his other laptop (he had one for purely work related things and another for personal things) and pulled up the stream.

Sunshine was smiling at the camera welcoming people as they joined, he was too close to the camera to see anything about him besides his half masked face. 

There was low music playing in the background but too quiet to make out.

"Ah, I know it's unusual for me to stream off schedule, but I felt like doing a surprise stream for you guys tonight, you aren't mad at me are you?" 

Sunshine bites his lip and gives his best puppy dog eyes. No, Kim thinks, he didn't think he could be mad at Sunshine if he tried.

Someone asked if he would still stream tomorrow or if the surprise stream was cause he couldn’t stream tomorrow.

"I promise there will still be a stream tomorrow as well, same time as always." Sunshine winks with a laugh before looking back at the chat.

The comments were happy that they would still get a stream tomorrow and an extra today.

Sunshine keeps reading through the chat, his smile not leaving his face. Whatever caused him to do a surprise stream must have been really good.

“So… I got something really special today. There's this singer I really like,” Kim watches as Sunshine slowly moves away from the camera, and Kim's eyes widen and his mouth falls open. 

Sunshine was wearing a very familiar shirt. A shirt Kim had had a hand in designing, but it wasn’t just the shirt that had surprised him, no, what had caught his attention was the giant signature across the front of the shirt.

W I K

"There's this singer I really like, I don't know if any of you know him," Sunshine spoke, Kim's brain unable to move past his signature being displayed,"He had an event today and it was the first time I was able to attend one of his events, he even signed the shirt!”

Kim had signed Sunshines shirt? Had been in the same room as him? He had met Sunshine? “Thinking about how he touched this shirt makes me happy.” Sunshine continued,”Really happy. So happy I thought I should share it with you guys. This stream will be a little different from my normal ones, I won't be taking chat requests,” Sunshine laughs adorably for a second,”Honestly this stream is more for me than you guys, I hope you guys won't mind?”

The chat was filled with people encouraging Sunshine to go on, after all a big part of his draw was how he shared details of his life even while he kept his identity hidden behind a mask. There were people who would watch Sunshine as if he was just a regular streamer and not a cam boy.

Sunshines hand slowly crept up his body to where the signature was written, his fingers caressing the shirt where it bears the signature, the bold lines that make up the three letters, and then he starts to rub over the signature where his nipple was hidden underneath and lets out a soft gasp. Sunshine often talked about how sensitive his nipples were.

“I’m glad you all are happy for me.” Sunshine smiles sweetly at the camera, Kim was still combing through his mind trying to come up with any of his fans faces that might have resembled Sunshine. 

“WIK was really cool today, his voice always gets me hot and bothered.” Sunshine said, his hand slowly moving down to his bulge, hidden by only some black boxer shorts,”I love when he hits those high notes.” Sunshine pauses his story for a second and tilts his head to the side, a sheepish grin spreads across his face,”Do you think he would sound like that in bed?”

The chat starts to move rapidly, but Kim couldn't take his eyes off of Sunshine as he let out a whine.

Cam boy Chay AU where he wears a mask but hes well know for his happy personality and even if he covers his face he talks about himself a lot.

Cue Kim who had been stressed from working everyday, his schedule usually left him with only 1 to 2 free days where he really got to relax. He doesn't want to use Kinns escort service so he uses the internet and finds a cute cam boy who was so endearing and earnest when he spoke about himself that kim felt enamored by him

Anyway one day Chay does an unscheduled stream and kim is losing his mind cause his favourtie cam boy is wearing WIK merch and keeps talking about how he saw WIK live

and how had Kim not recognized him??? He had had to sign the shirt!

[ateez-amanda]

The Plan

Time: February 2020

Summary: After Seungkwan learns about Jeonghan's little crush, he meets up with Wooyoung to come up with a plan to set the two up

Masterlist

characters: svt's jeonghan, joshua, woozi, seungkwan, and atz's wooyoung. (amanda is only mention in this scenario)

a/n: this is the prequel to Set Up. i also suggest reading no way before this too. made this scenario in celebration of my 100 followers!! thank you guys so much for your love and support😘. this is also a teaser for next couple of fluff scenarios about jeonghan and amanda coming up. (it's about time🙄) I hope you all like it. pls let me know what you think.

taglist: @skzfairies @3nhyp3nn [send an ask if you want to be on/off the taglist! :) ]

“Let’s try it one more time.” Woozi instructed Seungkwan, who was currently in the booth recording.

“That's the 23rd time you’ve said that.” Jeonghan grumbled.

“This time with more emphasis on the ending.” The vocal leader ignored Jeonghan's commentary, making Joshua chuckle from his seat on the couch.

Seungkwan jotted down the note on his music sheet, “Okay.” 

Jeonghan mentally groaned, sprawling his body along the couch and resting his head on Joshua’s lap. Woozi’s perfectionism had prolonged their recording session extremely long, keeping Jeonghan from getting some sleep in the comfort of his soft and cozy bed back at the dorm. Although he could get some sleep now while he’s waiting for his turn in the recording booth, his sensitive hearing just wouldn’t allow it.

He pulled out his phone in hopes to find something to entertain him. Aimlessly scrolling through twitter, he caught a quick glimpse of Amanda’s face. He instantly scrolled back up to the clip and clicked on it. 

Nowadays he often finds himself admiring random photos and video clips of her as he scrolled through his private twitter, which was probably why many of her videos began popping up on his for you page.

Joshua snuck a glance at his fellow 95er friend's screen, “Is that another clip of Amanda?” 

Jeonghan hummed a reply, fully engrossed in the video with a tender smile spread across his face. Joshua grinned, intrigued to see his friend interested in someone. A rare occurrence. 

He was probably the only one that knew about Jeonghan’s interest in Amanda. He had sensed something between the two when he spotted them together backstage at MAMA last year. But everytime Joshua inquired about Jeonghan’s feelings for her, he always managed to find a way to dodge it. One of Jeonghan’s many talents.

“Great job! You're all done for today Seungkwan.” Woozi’s sudden compliment to Seungkwan drawed the two 95’s attention back. Jeonghan sprung up on the couch, swiftly putting his phone away, ready for his turn in the booth.  

Seungkwan gave a thumbs up to him as he began gathering his things. The vocal leader spun his chair towards Jeonghan, “Let’s take a break for a few minutes before we start on your session.”

“No problem.” Jeonghan returned to his previous position on the couch. Although he wanted nothing more to finish his recording, he knew the break was more for Woozi than it was for him. 

Woozi had been helping a majority of the members record their part since the beginning of the day. Plus the group has been diligently preparing for their upcoming tour these past few weeks, so of course he was extremely exhausted. The dark circles under his eyes and him chugging down his 8th cup of coca cola (the man has a serious obsession) only confirmed it. 

“Good work today, Kwanie!” Jeonghan compliments his younger member.

“Thanks, hyung!” The younger member beamed, feeling proud to be getting compliments from his hyungs as he packed his bag.

Woozi sipped his drink before asking, “Are you going back to the dorms?”

“No, I’m meeting a dongsaeng.”

“Which one?” Joshua questioned, knowing well that Seungkwan sociability led him to easily make numerous friends in the industry.

“Ateez’s Wooyoung.” 

Jeonghan’s ear perks up recalling the familiar name of the group and the member. He jerked up from laying on the couch startling the vocal team’s youngest member, “When did you become friends with him?” 

“I’ve told you this before.”

A puzzled expression spread across the older member’s face, obviously not recalling it, “I don’t think so.”

“I did. Backstage at MAMA. Ringing any bells?” Jeonghan remained clueless, triggering Seungkwan to let out an exasperated huff, “Forget it. I’m going now. See ya.”

“Wait!” Jeonghan suddenly blurted, which not only baffled Seungkwan and the other two members witnessing the scene but mostly himself.

“Pfftt.” Everyone's eyes shifted from Jeonghan towards the other 95er in the room, who was snickering after putting the puzzle together. 

Finally Seungkwan was the first to speak up and ask the question they were all wondering, “What’s wrong?”

Jeonghan froze. What should he say? 

I happen to be interested in your new dongsaeng Wooyoung’s member Amanda. So help me meet her. 

If he told Seungkwan about his little crush, he knew Seungkwan would never let him live it down and neither will Woozi. Just looked at Joshua's smug grin right now and Jeonghan hadn’t even officially confessed to him. 

Yet this might be his only chance to find out more about her and get a chance to meet her again. 

After a few seconds of contemplating, he agreed upon subtly gaining information from him. He plastered on his most uninterested and chill expression, “Are you friends with any of his members?”

Seungkwan narrowed his eyes, “No. But I hear a lot about them from Wooyoung.”

Jeonghan’s shoulders slightly slumped as he mumbled, “So you haven’t met any of the other members.”

“No. Why are you so curious about-” A shocked gasp escaped the younger member’s lips once it hit him like a bag of rocks, “Oh my gosh! Hyung, are you interested in Amanda?”

“That does explain him looking at photos of her earlier.” Woozi chimed in.

“I wouldn’t say I'm interested. More like, curious.” Jeonghan shrugged it off casually, but Joshua shaking his head with a grin smacked onto his face behind him showed otherwise.

Seungkwan became speechless by seeing Jeonghan’s bashfulness for the first time in the decade that he’s known him. The hyung he knew had never really liked anyone. Well as far as he knew.

“When did you meet her?” Woozi asked.

“At MAMA.” 

“Sort of.” Joshua corrected him.

“I would have if you didn’t interrupt.” Jeonghan retorted.

“You would have missed our performance if I didn’t.”

Jeonghan ignored him and redirected his attention back to Seungkwan, “Do you think you can get me a chance to meet her again?”A mischievous grin spread across the younger member’s lips, “You want my help? What do I get out of it?” Jeonghan snarled, causing Seungkwan to laugh, “I’m kidding. I to talk to Wooyoung about meeting her but I can’t promise anything.”

The eldest embraced the youngest in a hug, “Thank you, Seungkwan-ah! This is why you are my favorite dongsaeng.”

“You and I both know that’s not true.”

“True. But let’s just say it is.” Jeonghan teased. Seungkwan rolled his eyes and shoved his hyung off, making Jeonghan laugh.

“Seungkwan hyung?” 

Seungkwan snapped his eye towards his dongsaeng, Wooyoung, staring at him with a raised eyebrow, “Sorry. What did you say?”

“You okay hyung? You seem distracted today.” 

“Yeah. Sorry.” He mumbled. His mind had been miles away. He had been considering how he should ask Wooyoung about Amanda. He wanted to help Jeonghan with his little crush. Even if he won’t admit it’s a crush. But he worried about how Wooyoung would react. “How are your members?”

“Same old same old.” Wooyoung’s eyes glued on the game screen.

“Amanda too?”

Wooyoung nodded, “Yeah.”

There was a moment of silence before Seungkwan finally blurted out, “Is she seeing anyone?

“What?” Wooyoung’s eyes, now filled with dumbfoundedness, shifted over at his hyung, causing him to lose grip on the game controller and lose the game, “Why are you so curious?”

“If I said someone I know is interested in her, what would you say?”

“Who? You?”

“No. One of my members.” Seungkwan sheepishly answered, praying it would be enough. But at last, Wooyoung’s endless peering broke him down, “Jeonghan hyung.”

Wooyoung was even more astonished now, “Really?” Seungkwan nodded in response. There was a few minutes of silence as Wooyoung attempted to wrap his head around this confession. “Is he really serious about her? Because Amanda is too good for him.” 

Seungkwan fondly smiled at his dongsaeng protective brother mode kicking into high gear for his younger member. He knew Amanda had gone through a lot the past year. Although Wooyoung never went into details as to what happened, he could tell Wooyoung was really concerned about her. She was finally in a good place right now and the last thing Wooyoung wanted to do was cause something that could ruin that. “I agree. Amanda seems like an amazing person.”

“The best.” Wooyoung corrected him.

“Yes, the best.” He agreed. “I can promise you, Jeonghan is usually very serious about who he likes. And to be honest it’s the first time I’ve seen him like this. It’s rare to see him interested in someone.”

Wooyoung let out a defeated sigh, “Even if I did say I was okay with it, it’s up to Amanda.”

“Of course. So can you ask her to meet with Jeonghan?”

“I could but I don’t think she will say yes.” 

Confusion surfaced on Seungkwan’s face,“Why? Does she not like Jeonghan?”

Wooyoung couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of Amanda hating anyone from Seventeen. The dozens of albums stacked in her room were evidence that it was impossible. “No, it’s just that she’s shy around new people and if she knew that it was a blind date, she won’t say yes.”

“What if she didn’t know about it?” Seungkwan suggested.

Wooyoung raised his eyebrows, “You want me to lie to her?”

“More like withholding the full truth.” He revised but Wooyoung didn’t seem convinced, “Come on. The worst thing that can happen is that it doesn’t work out between them.” At least”

“You don’t know how scary she gets when she’s mad.” Wooyoung leaned in towards his hyung before whispering, “You might never see me again.” 

Seungkwan caught a glimpse of the fear flash in the younger boy’s eyes, “That scary, huh?” Wooyoung nodded. Seungkwan contemplated on what the next best strategy was to convince him. “Well, if things go well then she won’t be mad right? She will probably be really grateful. And we both will be there to watch after them. At least we can say we tried.”

Wooyoung ruffled his hair with his hand, letting out a defeated sigh, “Okay.”

“Great!” Seungkwan beamed. “When would Amanda be free?”

“Whenever we don’t have any schedules usually. She likes to lazy around the dorm on those days.” An amused smile spread across Wooyoung, thinking if Amanda was here she would be punching him for embarrassing her in front of one of her favorite idols.

Seungkwan chuckled at his comment, “Jeonghan is the exact same way. Maybe it is meant to be.”

© ateez-amanda — all rights reserved. do not copy, translate, or repost my work.

[astaroth1357]

Ok but like, what if MC's fandom starts to make ships with MC and the guys. Just think about the ship wars, the fancams, the fanarts, the absolute CHAOS when the brothers find out. It would be even worse if they start shipping MC with the undatables, one day everything is normal and the next day there are ship wars fighting over MC x Barbatos vs MC x Solomon (who are both very smug about it)

The MC's Fanclub are… Shippers?!

Perhaps… The italics blurb has been fulfilling its greater purpose all along…? Perhaps in its state of existential angst, it has in fact developed a plot of its own… An arc of introspection and self-discovery in which its own longing for purpose has forged a meaningful identity… It now has… a story…

Lucifer

As if they couldn't get any MORE frustrating…

He's not an otaku. He's not a part of ship culture. He's not even sure why anyone would care about who dates who around this school, but apparently it's a big deal to some people...

He only became aware of their interest in him and the MC's relationship through some very… subtle clues…

Like the groups that would follow them around in the hallways with their phones out.

Or the multitude of fan rumors about their relationship that Satan spams him with from time to time just to irritate him.

"MC refused hug from Luci in halls today!! Are they bout breakup??? 🥺"

"Tots got pic of kiss today!! Relationship upgrade??"

"IS ARE MC+LUCIFER SECET LVRS?!? PLEASE RESPOND"

It only got worse after he found out the MC gets shipped out a loooooot….

If he had to pick his least favorite ship, it'd be MC x Mammon. He can kind of see it with any of his other brothers (admittedly, Levi is also a little mystifying) but the idea of them ending up with Mammon makes his skin crawl...

He once found a drawing of the MC and Mammon in an… explicit position in one of the classrooms and he was so disgusted that he wouldn’t even touch it. He just set fire to the paper outright. Disgusting...

Mammon

Shipping, eh…? More money making opportunities!

Has some passing idea of what shipping is from Levi and, from what he knows of it, shippers eat cutesy couples stuff right up!! If all he's got to do to make bank is to look all couple-y around the MC then sounds like a win-win to him!

He'll happily pose for a photo or two (paid in advance) of him throwing his arm around the MC or something. Want him to hold their hand? Sure thing!

But since this is still Mammon we're talking about, the second MC actually starts getting into any of it he'll still turn into a blushy, stuttery mess...

For WEEKS the headline picture on so many of their fans' blogs was an image of him turning beet red while the MC kissed him on the cheek. (A fan really got their money's worth there... 😏)

Though he doesn’t exactly like the MC getting shipped with other people, he'll still totally sell pictures of any of them together. He almost paid off an entire credit card with the money he got from the t-shirt sales of the MC and Satan!

If he had to point to one ship he doesn't like it's either MC x Asmo or MC x Levi. His opinion, but Asmo won't treat them right and they could do waaay better than a shut-in. Like him. Ship the MC with just the Great Mammon, got it?

Leviathan

… Lowkey super active in the MC shipping community but is a self-shipper to the extreme.

Like, he never uses his real name on anything (and would probably die from embarrassment if anyone ever found out) but a lot of their fans probably know a couple of his aliases.

He does everything from mod forums, runs a couple blogs, even anonymously posts his own work of him and MC that are totally not his secret fantasy dates or AU versions of themselves, shaddup.

It’s a lot easier for him to keep his involvement secret because he’s hardly at RAD, but the few times he does show up he tries to keep an eye out for anybody prowling for pictures so he can get in a good pose and save the image later.

Mind you, his version of a “good pose” rarely gets more spicy than linking pinkies, but even then he’s still lit up a Christmas Tree throughout.

Naturally, he’s also not a big fan of any ships that aren’t just him and MC and he can find a reason to be jealous at almost anything. But he keeps a special corner of hate for MC x Mammon and MC x Diavolo. Like, the first one doesn’t even need an explanation but MC x Diavolo?? Really??? Do those two even talk?? (please, please, please make sure they never actually talk because a guy like him versus literal royalty? He’d lose MC for sure….!! 😫)

Satan

He hates to actually agree with Lucifer on something, but their fans are starting to get out of hand...

Knows what shipping is in concept, he may have done it once or twice to characters in his books, but he was kind of surprised how it could evolve into such a… group activity?

He was pretty quick to pick up that the MC’s fans had a bit more interest in them together than they did when they both were apart…

I mean, those hideous shirts that Mammon was pedaling were kind of a dead giveaway…

Considering he finds their fanclub all rather annoying, even without their bizarre interest in his love life, when they started actively meddling with him and the MC he was ready to smash some heads.

No. He will not stop for pictures. No. What things they do together is none of your business. No. He has zero interest in seeing your explicit fanart and if you don’t start running that will be the last question you ever ask.

He DOES, however, appreciate the cringy “annoy Lucifer” ammo. They could keep that up for a lifetime... 😏

He doesn’t have a least favorite ship because he doesn’t care about any of this, leave him alone. (That’s a lie, it’s MC x Lucifer. He pokes fun at Lucifer, but he can’t stand it either. Big shock, I know 🙄).

Asmodeus 

Oh he is shamelessly a part of the community, are you kidding?? 

He could practically call “Shipping the MC” one of his favorite pastimes. He’ll openly gossip with their fanclub about who they’ve been with, who they’re seeing, who’s got a chance, etc… He lives for this shit!

He’s the only person who knows that Levi is also in the community and what his aliases are (not because he told him, but because Levi’s not as subtle as he thinks he is… Who else would call themselves “SupremeRuri666” and speak mostly in outdated chat lingo?) but he doesn’t out him because he thinks his very obvious crush is kind of cute. 

Plus, Levi needs the outlet waaaay more than him…

Doesn’t stop him from constantly trolling him and getting into arguments over who the MC would be better with though (the two are “virtual nemeses” as far as Levi is concerned).

Appreciates all forms of expression that comes out of the community (especially the saucy kind 😏) and will happily feed into his own shippers without a care in the world.

Truthfully, Asmo will say that there isn’t a ship he doesn’t like but if someone mentions one that he thinks is kind of “eh,” he’ll just add himself into the mix. “Oh, you like MC x Barbatos? Well how about Asmo x MC x Barbatos? That sounds loads more interesting doesn’t it??”

Beelzebub 

Oh, Beel… Sweet, sweet Beel… Beel doesn’t even know what their club is doing…

Because Beel has a reputation of being pretty protective of MC - and against the fanclub in general - the club keeps a healthy distance… but that doesn’t mean they’re not going to sneak in some picture or make a SHITLOAD of fanwork about them.

Between classes and practice Beel is a busy guy, so sometimes he just doesn’t notice that there’s people hiding behind trees when he’s out with MC. 

Honestly, his complete ignorance of it all makes it even cuter because when he acts sweet, it’s not just for the camera. That’s the real deal.

Mammon was the one who eventually let it slip that there was even shipping happening and Beel was… kind of creeped out because isn’t this stalking? But also kind of weirdly happy(?) that MC x Beel was so popular… Very conflicted boy here.

He never actually acknowledges the community, though, and just keeps on being Beel (which still gave the fans more than enough material so all’s well that ends well?)

Beel genuinely doesn’t have a least favorite ship (because he believes the best ship is whoever makes the MC happy) but his second favorite under himself is probably MC x Belphie. They look very cute together...  😊

Belphegor 

Ride or die, Beel x MC x Belphie. 

Just kidding (kind of), Belphie isn’t into the shipping but if asked he’d be pretty okay with that one.

His campaign against the MC’s fanclub and their attention stealing ways means that he found out about their shipping thing only slightly ahead of Beel when Mammon was trying to get pictures of them napping together…

Honestly, he couldn’t care less if a bunch of weirdos were weirdly invested in their relationship, but he’s not about to let Mammon just make a quick Grimm off of it. Belphie makes sure that he gives him NOTHING to work with. 

Since Mammon is the main dealer, the shippers in both the MC fanclub and Belphie fanclub aren’t nearly as well fed and pretty desperate for anything... You best believe he plays that to his advantage (because it’s okay if he does. He’s not Mammon).

Really helps that MC x Belphie is legitimately a very cute looking couple, carried by Belphie’s cuteness alone if nothing else. Add an adorable MC and you reach levels so cute it could actually melt people into puddles of goo... They could be a registered weapon.

Least favorite MC ships are any that don’t involve him or Beel. Any others may as well just not exist, he won’t even acknowledge them. MC x Who? Yeah, that’s what he thought.

[celeryw]

Natsume Week Day 3: Sacrifice / Selfishness

Natori Shuuichi is an actor of many years and an exorcist for longer. He’s almost thirty after all. He's running on fumes and he doesn't stop until he has to. Natori-centric. 500w.

He closes the door behind him and stands in his entrance way. He breathes. His phone lights up in his hand, ringing.

“Hello? Ah, yes. I just got home.”

His manager had called to check on him. Filming had wrapped late and he had been frustrated on set. The main lead was particularly contentious with the director and belligerent toward the staff. Shuuichi needed a break but he had an extremely early call time tomorrow. A dawn shoot. He leans his head back onto the front door and lets a long sigh out.

Collecting himself, Shuuichi steps into his apartment and goes to make dinner.

He leaves his apartment at 5:03am and sees his manager already waiting in the parking garage. He gets in and is handed a thick bundle of paper.

“Script changes,” his manager has an early morning rasp.

“Thank you, I’ll read through it well.”

Shuuichi barely manages to kiss a light sleep before his door is opened and a blast of cold air is let in. He takes his things and heads to the reading room. His manager a few steps behind him breaks off to the kitchen.

There’s a few people in the reading room already, he opens the door and smiles at the trio of up and coming stars. He’s playing the villain in this drama, the three in front of him consisted of the female lead, main lead, and the second male lead. The female lead smiles back at him.

“Was the trip here okay?” She asks pleasantly, the question is dwarfed by the male lead’s glare.

He places his things down next to her and takes a seat, “yes, it was very quick. Did you all come together?”

“Kamiki-san was kind and picked me up, Nagase-san was already here when we arrived!” Shuuichi smiles again and hums in appreciation. He flips open the script and gets to work.

The words swim in his brain. The director is late and the staff’s hands are worried. His make up has smudged with the poor artist’s shaking. His manager comes back from talking to the set manager.

“Car accident, today’s written off. We’re dismissed for the day,” his manager shrugs and gives him a pat on the shoulder, “I’ll take you home.”

The car ride is long, sleep won’t come to him, so he reads the script again.

He enters his apartment. The cold stillness is particularly disturbing to him today.

“Sasago.”

His shiki appears and with her a message from a local exorcist who was investigating the same youkai. She briefly explains the massive youkai, the location it had decide to take up residence, and an incident where it had almost eaten a human child. It’s not too late in the day for him to take his glasses and hat and go.

Urihime and Hiiragi are there. Hiiragi guides him to where he can draw a circle. He starts and stops and starts. He finishes the circle and sends Urihime to lure the youkai.

The youkai is sealed. Shuuichi feels every bit of steam that he had been running on disappear completely. He crumples.

[slasherscream]

Hi I don’t know if you write for Thomas Hewitt or Vincent Sinclair but if you do you could you please make some headcanons about them and the other slashers like if they got into a fight with their s/o and how it would go, what it would be about, and how they would make up with their s/o please? It’s totally fine if you don’t want to. But if you do then thank you so much!

fighting with the slashers 

A/N: i do write for vincent (on a related note i also write for bo and maybe lester i haven’t tried him out yet)!

vincent sinclair 

You didn’t stay put when Vincent told you to and you got hurt. 

You hadn’t planned to leave. Until the sun started to go down and no one came back to the house to check up on you the way they so often do when there are visitors in town.

You are Ambrose’s second best kept secret. Alive because Vincent took one look at you and couldn’t bare to hurt you. And though Bo gripes about you he couldn’t tell Vincent no. Not when Bo saw the way Vincent held you behind him, head lowered but shoulders set, ready to actually fight him on something for once in their lives. 

So you’re kept in the house when there are people around. Other than not being able to leave it’s your only real rule. Vincent wants you to have no part in the more grisly aspects of the town and Bo and Lester honor his wish.

But the town is dead silent and no one has come to check on you. Most times Lester even comes to stay with you like some sort of babysitter. It used to irritate you, despite your fondness for the youngest brother. Now without him there your hands shake, and your eyes wander, and your ears burn as if pumping extra blood there will make you hear better. But there’s nothing to be heard. No screams. No cries. No Bo shouting. No guns going off. 

So you leave the house, searching for one of them. Instead you’re found by a survivor and held hostage in front of the twins. 

You all stand still for a long while, the victim not knowing what to do and the boys unable to move due to the knife digging into your neck, already drawing blood. 

Lester had been the one to save you, sneaking up behind your captor and stabbing them. You ran to Vincent on shaking legs and he gathered you into his arms, moving to take you back home. You could hear the screams of the man who’d almost killed you ringing through the streets behind you and shivered.

Vincent had cleaned your cut in silence and somehow had managed to barely touch you. Before you could blink he’d shut himself into his workshop and you were left alone until Bo came home and chewed you out.

You kept yourself busy cleaning and then prepared for bed, knowing it would be awhile before Vincent would come and join you. The sleep didn’t come easy as you were still shaken up, but eventually it came. 

You woke in the middle of the night to an empty bed and realized that if you didn’t go to get him Vincent wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight. 

You walk drowsily through Ambrose’s underbelly, the smoldering heat not doing you any favors, until you arrive at Vincent’s workshop where he’s hunched over his desk, unmoving. 

Not wanting to startle him you call his name quietly and you see his head tilt in acknowledgement but he doesn’t turn to look at you. 

Slowly you move until your front is resting against his back, even slower your arms encircle him and you kiss his shoulder, feeling guilty at the tension laying dormant in them. “I’m sorry, Vince. I was just worried about you so... so I left the house. I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry I didn’t listen. I won’t do it again.”

He turns and there’s a pause, and then he moves his hands, fluid but slow. They’re shaking despite how strong you know they are. He tells you how he can’t lose you. How he loves you. He asks you to promise him that next time you’ll listen and you do, and you mean it. 

It’s only then that he pulls you into his lap and holds you tightly. You think he’s crying behind his mask but you just hold him back equally as tight and whisper I’m sorry against his steady pulse. 

pelle

He doesn’t like the company you keep. 

He has a plan. He has a plan to take you away from this strange, uncaring world that doesn’t deserve you. That doesn’t love you or care about you. If he sticks to the plan everything will be so easy. 

But sometimes Pelle loves you too much to bite his tongue. 

He can see it clearly, your perfect future where he takes care of you, and his family takes care of you, and you let them do it, and you’re happier for it; but you don’t live in that perfect future, you live in the frigid, imperfect present.

Here you stay up late in the night to help a friend finish a term paper when last week they didn’t even call when you were sick. You gave a classmate your umbrella to borrow a month ago, and today you come back shaking from the rain because they never bothered to return it.

A thousand little kindnesses that the world outside the Hårga spit on. 

He knows that all these moments of careless apathy towards you will only strengthen the draw you’ll feel when you finally meet his family.

You have the heart of a Hårga and he knows that you’ll feel that connection.

Still, the way the outside world, the way your friends and family slight you at every turn, makes his blood run hot. He’s never felt anger like this before. It is all consuming and yet he must stomach it alone.

And so his tongue is careless sometimes. He asks in tones that he shouldn’t use with you “you’re going out with them again?” and “but didn’t they-?” and still he is angry. The words do not ease the feelings because they do not fix the problem. 

Pelle must lead you into the arms of his family and their way of life. He cannot push you. But he doesn’t know how not to take care of you. 

He wants to beat away the leeches and moths that cling to your light and whisk you away to home where the sun will warm you with its love.

Your fights are gentle, and so you might never refer to them as fights when people ask you if you ever argue with Pelle. 

There is no yelling, or balled fists, or the animal sensation of fight or flight. He leads you to sit down with him and holds your face in his hands. Unthinkingly you mimic the gesture and he smiles at you lovingly. One kiss and he tells you that he doesn’t like your friends. Another and he says that you deserve better, deserve the world. 

You try to get a word in edgewise, to deny the claims he makes, to tell him that they really do care about you, but the words are smothered by his soft lips. He kisses you until your brain goes somewhere loved and numb. He slips your coat off of your shoulders and pulls you close. He keeps you there until you forget that you had anywhere to be besides his arms. 

You and Pelle don’t fight. 

chucky and tiffany 

Tiffany is used to Chucky being a piece of shit. You are not.

Upside to fighting with Chucky is that Tiffany is immediately on your side, even if you’re in the wrong (I’m joking it’s always Chucky’s fault.)

Downside is that the whole house is now up in fucking chaos. 

chucky: tiff where are my fucking keys?

tiffany: in hell! why don’t you go and grab them?

You appreciate her fighting spirit but she’s really going in on y’all’s man. 

Which is not to say that Chucky doesn’t deserve it. Because he does deserve it, but you know from personal experience that being on Tiffany’s bad side is scary.

Why are you and Chucky fighting? Chucky is an insensitive asshole, and even the toughest skin isn’t bullet proof. 

The aftermath of whatever Chucky did is a lot of sullen silence from you; the sounds of a knife chopping a little too loudly in the kitchen from Tiff; and loud bits of huffing and puffing from Chucky as he stomps around the house. 

At first he thinks he can just wait out your anger until you start missing him. It used to work with Tiffany all the time!

But this relationship involves three people. You’re not so quick to get desperately lonely, especially if Tiffany isn’t the partner you’re fighting with. Do you miss Chucky? Sure. Do you miss him enough to let him be an asshole just to get some cuddle time in on the couch? As if! Tiffany is the better cuddler anyway. 

The man child is going to have to say sorry and mean it. 

Of course this means that your relationship is going be sans-Chucky for at least a week.

Tiffany reaches the breaking point before Chucky does. Obviously more in-tune with your feelings she can tell how much the fight is getting to you and no one messes with her sweetheart! Not even Chucky.

You’re going to hear her delicately clearing her throat, look up from your phone, and find Tiffany holding Chucky at fucking knife point. 

tiffany: do you have anything to say, chucky?

chucky, trying to decide if he’ll let tiffany kill him just to prove a point: ....

tiffany: i’ll start with your dick-

chucky: i’m sorry! are you fucking hAPPY?!

You’re gonna be like no!!! I do not accept the apology you gave me under extreme duress! At which point you turn over in bed and pull the covers over your head.

You’ll hear rapid-fire whispering and then the bed dips behind you. A knee presses into your back, and kisses are pressed carelessly to where your head should be beneath the covers. Then, finally, the quietest “I didn’t mean it, doll.” as he pulls the blanket back in order to look at your face. 

You’re stopped dead by the softness on his face. By the softness he let’s you see, even if it’s only for a moment. It might not be the words I’m sorry but it sounds like them. It sounds like an I miss you, as well.

When you drop your phone and throw your arms around his neck, touching him for the first time in a week, Chucky sighs in relief. 

Not ten seconds passes before Tiffany has thrown herself over the both of you, suffocating you in her loving embrace. Just like that, balance is restored in the Lee Ray-Valentine household. For now.