#hm thoughts having Many Thoughts so Many Thoughts...

[kumkaniudaku]

Caught

Summary: When their guest is away, Terry and Patrice will play.

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC

Word Count: 3,067

Warnings: Smut (18+ content)

Recommended Reading: Spoiled

Author's Note: Spoiled, Back Up, and Caught all happen on the same linear timeline. Consider them present day events. Hopefully that helps pull things together because you'll need the context later. Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays!

"Mommy, the recipe for the hand pies is so good. Thank you for finding it for me." 

"Oh, of course, baby. One day, I gotta get you to help me put all your Nana's recipes in a book or something. I'm tired of digging through all these scraps of paper." 

"I didn't wanna say anything, but that's insane. I can barely read her handwriting." 

Rosalyn scoffed on the other end of the phone line. "You and me both. I have to call Sybil every time or end up making up what I think goes there. I cook. I don't decipher chicken scratch."

Patrice laughed along with her mother as she passed a piping hot meatball over her shoulder to satisfy her taste tester for the night. He hummed his approval of her gift, providing a thumbs up as his rating before returning his hand to her waist and swaying them in time with the slow rhythm of Christmas music playing in the background. 

Christmas Eve brought preparation for the big day on the other side of a wake-up and a smaller get-together to celebrate Imani's and Jesus's birthdays in one evening. Patrice had offered to continue the tradition at her house to accommodate her cousin's request for loud music, liquor, and good, grown folks' fun. In a few short minutes, she and Terry would have a house full of adults gorging themselves on party food and fighting fits of giggles during a drunk game of Taboo. For now, she'd enjoy the calm before the storm with her shadow attached at the hip.

"The cinnamon smell for the apple version was way too strong, though. I almost skipped those altogether." 

Rosalyn responded with a sound of cautious curiosity. "Really? You usually love the smell of cinnamon." 

"Right," Patrice exclaimed. "Maybe I had a bad batch or something. It doesn't taste bad, but it smelled awful."

"Hm." Rosalyn filed the information in her head for a later moment of privacy, preferring not to stress her daughter with the questions buzzing around in the mind of a mother who knew her child better than anyone in the world. Instead, she continued. "Terry, did you like the hand pies?"

"You don't know if Terry is even in here, mama. He could be anywhere in the house," Patrice answered, her face screwed in confusion.

"Child, don't insult me. If you're in the kitchen, Terry is in the kitchen."

She wasn't wrong. A few too many glasses of Patrice's special holiday cocktail mixed with his ever-present desire to feel his wife at all times had Terry sticking to her like glue. Even after she'd given in to each of his kisses and allowed him to taste her the moment Imani stepped out to run a few errands, she still couldn't shake him. Whiskey was in control. Terry was only along for the ride.

He chuckled into the crook of Patrice's neck before confirming his presence. "Yes, ma'am, I loved the pies. Treece made a few on the side for me so I wouldn't have to share." 

"She still got you spoiled, I see."

"Nah, not too bad. You know she gets sweet once a week. I caught her on a good day." 

"Oh, hush."

Patrice's attempt to get out of Terry's grasp came up empty, prompting him to hold her tighter and press wet kisses onto the back of her neck. She was sadly mistaken if she thought she could get away from him that easy while Uncle Nearest was pumping through his veins. 

"Well, let me let you two go," Rosalyn started with a small laugh. "Tell me how the chicken salad turns out. I might throw some together as a little snack for your daddy tomorrow. You know how he gets when he's ready to eat." 

"Mhmm. Just like somebody else I know."

Terry patiently waited for Patrice to wrap up her conversation and safely end the call before resuming his handsy approach to PDA. His hands slid up and down the fabric of her cotton pajama pants, the pair matching his at her request. Full lips attached to her neck, creating a light suction with every open-mouthed kiss. 

His wife rolled her eyes as she loaded a pita chip with dip for his culinary opinion. "You are insatiable, TJ. Taste this." 

He obliged, opening wide as she slid food into his mouth and waited for a response. Instead of a verbal assessment of her work, he kissed her cheek twice to signal his approval, then returned to his shameless groping.

"How long before Imani gets back?" 

"I don't know. Fifteen minutes or so. She only went to grab some more cups and water." 

Terry's eyes flickered to the digital clock on the stove before sliding his hands up Patrice's torso and leaving a trail of kisses on her shoulder. "Think you got a few minutes to get back to what we started?" 

"Haven't you had enough of me yet? We've been going at it every day since New Orleans."

"What you think?"

Having enough of her touch, the feeling of her body against his, or her attention was a foreign concept for Terry. If he could quit his job and be totally devoted to her pleasure, he would do so without a second thought. Fortunately for him, though, extended absences from the slough of office life due to the holidays provided the closest opportunity to spend the whole day in it. 

Patrice smiled to herself as Terry slowly removed the serving spoon from her hand, bringing her delicate palm up to the back of his head. Coarse hair grown into a short tuft of curls and shaped by his barber tickled her fingertips as she closed her eyes, officially caught up in how Terry caressed her with the care afforded to precious works of art. 

A low purr slipped past his lips as his hands slid beneath the hem of her camisole to rub her stomach, filling her ears and mind with filthy sounds and images from earlier in the hour. Had he had enough of her? She wasn't sure she'd had enough of him. 

His fingertips inched higher, further intoxicating Patrice until a full squeeze on both breasts at the same time made her hiss and wince in pain. 

"Easy, baby," she complained as she gently pressed down on his arms to direct him away from the sensitive area. "They're super tender right now. I'm not sure why." 

Lust was quickly replaced by concern as Terry dropped his hands and turned Patrice to face him. "You okay?" 

"I'm fine, Pooh. It's probably the tattoo healing. 

"Yeah, but it shouldn't be making the entire area hurt. Especially not on both sides. Let me look."

"Terry, you never just look."

His attempt to slide the thin straps of her tank top down her arms was quickly cut short as Patrice brushed off his contact to save herself from what she assumed would come next. Her aching was a serious matter. Terry getting a look at her bare tits was not nearly as high on the list. 

Terry softened his eyes in unmistakable sincerity. "I'm serious, Treece. I know what it should look like. Come here."

Patrice didn't protest as Terry led her to the kitchen table. She stood perfectly still until Terry was comfortable in one of the chairs and then placed her between his legs. 

He gingerly pushed her tanktop straps down her arms before bunching the thin fabric at her waist to free her breasts, watching for any sign of discomfort.

"You don't think you're like…sick, do you?" 

"I think it's just tenderness," she quickly retorted, wanting to push the thought of more grave explanations for her discomfort far from her mind.

"Okay, okay. I'm only asking." 

Her brows furrowed as he lifted the right side to get a look at the moment from a charged few days in his family's old stomping grounds. 

A day alone and nothing to do but explore had them wandering into the same shady tattoo parlor where Terry got his first piece for matching ink. Terry opted to tat their wedding date on his ribs after having to be talked down from plastering her name on his neck. Patrice, however, was set on making her first experience one to remember. 

Slanted script crafted from his handwriting spelled Terry's full first name, curving just under the crease of her boob and the spot that he liked to grip in the depths of passion or simply at his leisure. Terry ran his thumb along each letter to check for abrasions or abnormalities. 

He looked up at Patrice to gauge her reaction. "That hurt?" 

"Not really. It's more here," she added, gesturing toward her areola. "Anything rubbing against it is so uncomfortable. I can barely wear a bra." 

"I noticed. They've honestly been looking a little bigger. Do they feel heavy to you?" 

"Not heavy. Mostly…full? They look great, though. I'm not complaining about that part." 

She joked, the attempt sounding silly once it received no reaction past Terry blinking as he used the pad of his thumb to ghost contact over her pebbled nipple to test her pain level. It was challenging to stay present, with a third of her upper half unnecessarily exposed in their kitchen for no real reason. The entire ordeal felt like a farce. Terrence wasn't a doctor, and him holding her titties in his hands like fleshy snowglobes was as much an actual check-up as WWE was real wrestling. 

When she giggled like a teenager learning about sex for the first time, Terry looked up at her with a quizzical expression, and his left eyebrow lifted high. "What's so funny?" 

"You, Doctor Richmond," she laughed. "How can you tell they're bigger? I couldn't even tell until the other day." 

"I spend a lot of time with my girls. I better notice when they change. Been looking at them since I was sixteen." Terry answered, a boyish grin making his cheekbones nearly touch the corner of his eyes. 

"I knew you used to look!" She exclaimed, finally feeling vindicated in her suspicions from childhood. 

"Looking was the least of what I was doing." He shrugged as he gently pushed both breasts together for his own viewing pleasure. He kissed the small crease they made two times over, then looked up at Patrice through long lashes. "Unfortunately, ma'am, I couldn't diagnose you, but I think I have some treatment available if you're interested." 

Patrice bit back a smile to play along. "Oh yeah? How much is this gonna cost? It's the holidays, and I ain't got it." 

"I offer payment plans that we can discuss in that room back there later tonight." 

"I like the sound of that," she answered, previous problems vanishing into thin air as he roped her back into his web of liquor-charged desire. 

"I knew you would," he winked. "Don't move."

Tingles rippled across Patrice's skin while she listened for any indication of Terry's secretive treatment plan. The soft crack and subsequent rush of cool from the freezer created goosebumps on her bare chest, making her nipples jut out proud from the sensation. Next came the cupboard opening and shutting in two seconds time. From the direction, she could tell he was grabbing a glass from over the sink. 

Ice cubes clinked against the cup like little masters of whispers attempting to give Patrice the scoop on what to expect. Terry quietly shut the freezer and took heavy steps back to his seat, smiling at how Patrice truly hadn't moved a muscle in his few minutes away. 

He placed the glass on the table behind him before tugging her hand to guide her closer. "Cold hot therapy. I sprained my knee once, and this got me back up and running in no time. Ice for the cold…" Terry's voice trailed as he plucked a piece of ice from his glass and pressed it to her nipple. He watched her jaw drop with a sharp inhale, intently focused on the way her eyelids fluttered closed at the sudden shock of frozen water. When a single drop began to make a trail down the swell of her breast, he pulled the ice away and brought his mouth closer. "And I'll take care of the hot."

"Oh…my God." 

Whispers of unexpected pleasure sent Terry into a far-off place where he was only concerned with running a flat tongue across supple skin. Patrice rushed to steady herself by bringing her hands to the back of his head, cradling him while he went to work. 

Ice cold. Soothing warmth. Ice cold. Soothing warmth and a light suckle. Again. And again. 

He eyed her like a lion watches prey, taking notes of every little sound and twitch to know that he was fulfilling his job. 

"Good job, baby," Patrice whispered, her head tossed back and praises spoken to the ceiling. "Good fuckin' job."

Terry ran his hands up the back of her thighs to roughly grip her ass. He groaned at the affirmation before pulling away to retrieve more ice. He held a small cube between his teeth to multitask, running it across her left nipple and areola until it had melted enough to fit both in his mouth. 

Was it fixing her tenderness issue? Not really. But Patrice would be damned if his subtle slurping and moaning with her backside firmly in his clutches wasn't sufficiently taking her mind off things. So far off, she'd lost all concept of time and space. 

While Terry pulled Patrice into his lap for a more intensive inspection, Imani entered the house high off the exhilarating freedom that can only come for night drives with a carefully curated playlist blasting from the speakers. Being stateside for the first time in a year was the perfect opportunity to experience one of life's simple pleasures. 

Grocery bags rustled and knocked against the wall as she hummed along to the fragmented lyrics from a song on her Spotify playlist still coursing through her brain. A short pause in her personal concert to lock the door left space to hear a string of curious noises. Muffled half-sentences and a sort of trembling sigh made her quirk an eyebrow. She thought to herself that Terry and Patrice left the television on far too often for a pair of people who claimed to not spend much time in front of the tube, but quickly found that they'd taken to making a scene the old-fashioned way. 

She stood in the open space, a perfectly shaped eyebrow pushed high on her face and an impressed smirk tugging at the right corner of her lip while she watched her baby cousin makeout with Imani's newest family member with a ferocity she didn't know Patrice had in her. 

Patrice held Terry steady by his jaw, slightly hovering over him while she had her way leading a sloppy kiss. When she moved to push his head back toward her chest with a string of words filthy enough to make a pornstar blush, Imani cleared her throat to finally announce her presence.

"Oh shit," Patrice yelped, rushing to tap Terry's back and end his check-up. 

His head popped up to survey the room, then slowly found a home on top of Patrice's once she pressed close enough against his chest to cover her naked breasts. The vibrations from his concealed chortling made Patrice pinch him in frustration. Nothing was funny, at least not to her. 

Imani held her hands up in faux surrender. "No, please. Don't stop on account of me," she laughed. "Y'all were just getting started." 

"We are so sorry, Moanie. This isn't what it looks like. Well, this part is exactly what it looks like, but I promise it didn't start like this. Terry was looking at my boobs to check on my tattoo and -" 

"Girl, you do not have to explain anything to me. This is your house! Honestly, if I had those big ol' mommy titties, I'd want them in somebody's face too. And you got them for free! The girls gotta go under the knife or get pregnant for those. How does it feel to be God's favorite? Terry, can you help me get the water out of the car when you finish?"

Terry looked down at his visibly distressed wife and then back at Imani to save face for the both of them. "Yeah, I got you. Gimme a minute." 

Moanie didn't notice how she'd launched her cousin into an internal spiral as she pranced off to busy herself with getting ready in her room for the week, but Terry did. He carefully sat Patrice up and helped redress her, careful to ease into conversation. 

"You alright?" 

"I had my cycle this month," Patrice rushed out, her gaze far off as Terry lifted her arm to put it back in her camisole strap. "It can't be that. I had my cycle." When her focus returned, her eyes snapped to Terry's for confirmation. "Right? I did, right?"

He nodded, unsure of how to proceed to quell her fear. "You did, baby. But, maybe…"

Sure, it was lighter than usual, but she'd had a cycle. Her body functioned like it did every month, on time and without pomp and circumstance. There was no cause for concern. 

But…maybe. 

Patrice looked down at her belly then back up at Terry, searching for answers in his sympathetic expression. He leaned forward and held her head with both hands to give her a kiss she couldn't return before he spoke. 

"Don't drink tonight. Just in case. We'll figure it out in the morning. Okay?"

"Okay." She whispered back without truly processing the gravity of his instruction. 

Terry slowly lifted Patrice from his lap to fulfill Imani's request for assistance, leaving her to stand perfectly still in the kitchen. She counted backward in her head, retracing her steps and important dates until a headache sent her to take a seat. 

It was just tenderness. It'd go away by morning, and all of this would be a silly story to tell whenever they got together in the spring for their European honeymoon. She'd drink an entire bottle of wine over heaps of pasta, turning the whole situation into a fond memory before raising her hand to call the server for another round. All water under the bridge, right?

But…maybe.

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[pomefioredove]

Can I have number 20 sugar cookie with marshmallows and chocolate chips?

malmal... I've missed him

order #20, sugar with marshmallow and chocolate chips

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ something untrue

tropes: roommate AU, fake dating characters: malleus additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu

In your defense, it was only one lie.

Just one, insignificant, little white lie!

And you thought Malleus would understand. That one boy from potionology just wouldn't give it up, following you around, grabbing at you, asking you out no matter how many times you said no.

He had cornered you, demanded a reason you wouldn't go out with him, and you had panicked.

Just one lie.

It wasn't so unbelievable- you and Malleus already spent so much time together- and even if it was, the boy was too shaken to say it.

He hasn't bothered you since.

You had washed your hands of the whole affair, and then patted yourself on the back for your thinking.

Guilty as you felt for using your closest friend as jerk-repellent, it was only one lie, and Malleus wouldn't even know!

...But... apparently...

Everyone else would.

That little jerk told his little jerk friends about it, and they told theirs, and one of them told his lab partner, who told Cater, and now...

...Well, now, you're "dating" Malleus.

He just doesn't know it yet.

And it's made your temporary living situation in Diasomnia a little awkward. For you, anyway.

"Pleasant evening," Malleus says, looking at the foggy sky. Not a single star, and yet he's just as enchanted.

You nod, tongue-tied and quiet.

You had invited your friend on this walk to talk to him about the lie, and now you can't even talk at all.

"You're quiet. Is something bothering you? Are you cold?"

Malleus is looking at you now. Your eyes avoid his, and you pretend to admire the crumbling, mossy stone wall you're walking along.

"...No,"

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"No,"

"We can turn back, if you would like,"

You bite your tongue. You're grateful he doesn't bother with technology or gossip. The rumors haven't yet reached him. Malleus is, somehow, the very last person to know that you are "dating".

"I'm alright. Just... uh, thinking about potionology class,"

Which is sort of true, in a confusing way.

"I see. Are you struggling?"

You sigh. "Yes," with more than just that.

"Hm. Perhaps we can study together," you meet his eyes again. He's smiling. It's sweet. "It would be my honor to assist you in whichever way I can."

He's sweet.

You can't keep lying to him.

You swallow your fear, and look at him, refusing to let yourself shy away now.

"Malleus," you say, firmly. "A few weeks ago I... said something untrue about... you. I shouldn't have. And I'm very sorry. I know it's wrong to lie, and I shouldn't have done it, but- well, I told someone that you and I are-"

You hesitate.

"-romantically... involved. Dating. It came out before I could stop it, it just feels- felt right- I-I'm sorry."

He stops. And for a long moment, he says nothing.

You can only imagine what's going on behind those piercing green eyes. Is he mad? Is he offended? Is he hurt? Have you just completely ruined your bond with the only friend here that loves you unconditionally-

"Child of man," Malleus says, his tone soft but serious. You feel a chill go up your spine.

"...Yes, Malleus?"

Again, he says nothing. Though, this time, he only seems to be looking for the right words. He cradles his chin in his palm, looking at you with softened eyes but a raised brow, both gentle and confused.

And then, he speaks.

"Are we... not already dating?"

[seungfl0wer]

*𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝘿𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙒/ 𝙎𝙆𝙕*

Pairing: Hyung - Line x Reader (GN)

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Could I have made this just all one? Yes. Why didn’t I? Because I wanted something to post tomorrow on Christmas too lol. Hopefully these turned out as cute as i thought. Happy holidays to all! PS. Sorry for any mistakes!

Hyung Line | Maknae Line

-🎄

Bangchan:

Both bundled up for the cold weather as you walked into the tree farm. Chans hands interlocked with yours. This was the first Christmas you were spending living together and he wanted to make it perfect. He came up with the idea to go find the perfect tree for what he says “the perfect person.”

“How about this one?” He asks pointing at a tree.

“Chris- that’s gigantic” you said laughing making him laugh.

“Fine fine, let’s keep looking” he said smiling taking his hand from yours to wrap it around your waist.

After a few minutes of strolling you came to a medium sized tree, it had the perfect amount of leafiness. “Oh oh! This one’s perfect!” You say smiling. His heart melted at the way your eyes just lit up. You were smiling so widely looking at him with those beautiful eyes.

“Alright this one it is! I’ll go get someone you protect our new son” he said with a teasing seriousness.

When he came back with the guy he helped cut it down and took it to the car. As you got it back home he listened to you talk about decorating it. Smiling ear to ear just listening to how excited you were.

“You know, I’m happy I get to do this with you” you said smiling taking his hand that was on your lap.

His cheeks and ears started to turn red blushing at your words. He brought your hand up to kiss it “me to love, and many many years to come” he said blushing even more. His words making you blush along with him.

As you decorated you both couldn’t help the warm feeling of it all. Chan helped you up to put on the star stepping back to look at your work. “It looks perfect” you said smiling. The lights from the tree making your eyes look even more sparkly than normal.

“Not as perfect as you” he says pulling you to him. He kissed the top of your head as you smiled looking at the tree. He insisted on taking a bunch of pictures and making sure to get one or a ton of you both in-front of it.

Minho:

You weren’t completely sure if he’d be down to do it but you were hopeful. You had gotten all the stuff for it plopping down all the bags on the counter. You sat everything up before he got there. Placing all the little candies out and the boxes for the gingerbread houses. You may have went overboard but you were just excited.

When he arrived he couldn’t help but chuckle making you jump. “So this was your big plan hm?” He said with a grin.

“Yep! But if you don’t want to it’s-“ you started to say only for him to interrupt you.

“No I want to, gonna build a better house than you” he teased.

“Oh yeah? Wanna make a bet?” You say.

“Name your price loser” he teased.

“If I win you have to match PJs with me and take a picture!” You say.

“Fine and when I win you have to make those cookies for me” he says.

“Oh it’s on!” You giggle.

You both sit down at the table crafting your masterpieces. However he was getting frustrated with the house. It kept sliding “I think this was rigged” he huffed.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way his house was leaning, the one side falling off. You wanted it to be a fun time so you decided to help him. “You’re using too much if you do this” you say as you fix it making it stand perfectly.

“There” you say smiling.

“You know you shouldn’t help your opponent” he said with a chuckle.

“Well I was planning on making those cookies either way so” you still smiling as you decorated the house.

“Yeah? Guess I’ll do the PJs buuut we gotta get the cats in the picture” he said.

“Deal” you say kissing his cheek.

As you finished the houses Minho took a glob of icing smearing it on your lips. “Oops” he laughed. “Let me get that for you” he said kissing it off your lips.

“Smooth” you blushed.

“Of course, it’s me” he said before kissing you once more. “Missed a spot”

Changbin:

It had been snowing a lot the last couple of days. Changbin had come over surprising you because you thought he worked. “Hey gorgeous, get your snow stuff on” he said smiling.

“For what?” You asked confused.

“Just do it pleeease” he whined.

How could you say no to him? You got up putting all your stuff on. He smiled taking your hand as you both went outside. It was still snowing a little but he had a few things In a bag.

“Let’s make a snow couple” he said grinning ear to ear.

“Gonna be together human and snow form?” You say laughing.

“Duh” he teased back.

He helped you roll the snow up as you both got to work making cute little snow people. He had a few item to put on them like hats and scarfs. He found the perfect sticks for the arms as you made little faces in the heads.

You decorated them both stepping back to look at the snow couple you made. “They’re in love” he said smiling. “Oh wait!” He said moving their hands so they were holding “now they’re in love” he said making you giggle.

“If we stay out here any longer we’re gonna be the snow couple” you said.

“Right, let’s go inside and get some hot chocolate?” He said smiling.

He made you sit on the couch in a bunch of blankets making you both some hot chocolate. He handed you the mug snuggling up to your side. “Warm?” He asked. You nodded prompting him to put his cold hands on your stomach. You jumped at the coldness “hey! I just got warm!” You pouted.

“Yeah, now I gotta get warm” he said chuckling putting the rest of his cold body against yours.

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin found a flyer for a holiday market that was going on this weekend. He excitedly asked you if you wanted to go with him and of course you said yes.

He had cute couple outfits picked out for the both of you making the whole day even more special. You both strolled down looking at the booths. Some had holiday candles, snacks and clothes. “I’ll be right back.” He said with a grin running off to another booth.

When he came back he had that smile of ‘I did something’. He moved your coat placing a little necklace around your neck with the letter H on it. He had another in his hand with the first letter of your name on it. “Would you do the honors” he said smiling moving his hair.

God why was he so freaking cute. You placed the necklace around his neck. He brought you into a tight hug kissing you softly. He couldn’t help but smile looking at you. “I love you Angel” he said kissing your cold nose.

“And I love you hyune thank you” you said softly.

“For what?” He asked.

“The necklace silly”

“Oh right” he laughed “of course! Thought it would be cute.” He blushed. “We should take some pictures” he said pulling his phone out.

You both strolled, stopping at more booths and to take more pictures. After it all you ended up with bags full of clothes, one with a few candles and of course all the snacks. He couldn’t help it, anything that you even so much as looked at he bought.

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[loverangels]

stolen goods

pairings: ares!reader x luke castellan

synopsis: luke is a sentimental thief. too bad you also love your belongings. and his.

warnings: not proofread! Don't really like this but I wanted to post something for you guys sooo I hope it's okay! :)

I am not a thief. Is what Luke castellan swears to himself under his breath and in his mind chorusing these words like a religious mantra.

I am not a thief. I am not a thief. I am not a thief.

But how many times could he repeat it before he believed it?

Yes he was Hermes son but only by blood and that didn't mean anything. Right.?

Good intentions. That was the only thing he he reassured himself with as his nimble fingers picked another of your possessions.

A coin, a wrapper, a hair tie,- god it could be a dirty napkin and he'd take it.

It's a keepsake. A souvenir. A memoir

Something anything to remember you by.

And it wasn't like you knew.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

Youstomp around your cabin fighting the urge to rip your hair out. You had been searching your room the whole morning in an attempt to find your favourite necklace with no success. It wasnt even as though you'd only searched your room even going to the extent to sneaking into your siblings room. Again no success.

By now your hands were fisted into balls as you travelled around the whole cabin asking your siblings if they'd seen your necklace.

'Clarisse!' you exclaim with your arms crossed face frowning impatient as you waited for your sister to arrive.

Gracefully with time, after a thousand fucking years your sister had arrived her eyebrows pulled up expectantly.

'yes?' she asked slow and tentatively.

'do you have my things ' you ask rushed and impatient

Clarisse face pulls into an angry glare offended you'd ask such a question.

'No'

You huff 'are you sure?'

'im not a thief but your boyfriend sure is go ask him' clarrise grunts before stomping away.

You fight the flutter in your heart at the thought ,'hes not my boyfriend!' you exclaim after her.

With your hands on your hips, you almost threatened to start crying.

Where was all your things going?

It couldn't possibly be luk-

Could it?

You bite your lip as you mull the thought before brushing the thought away. It couldn't be him-

You'd try anyways. You were desperate.

Leaving the cabin you search around camp for a while before being tipped that Luke was training. Finding him with his sword training with that awfully beaten up dummy you paused for a moment.

God he was so fucking pretty done.

You watch as his biceps clench as he swings his sword and the way his shirt lifts up slightly yes enough to get that delicious view of them gorgeous-

You snap yourself out of whatever kind of daze that was and call his name out watching how he stops immediately and turns around almost like a dog with his ears perked a grin slowly spreading on his face.

Stupid beautiful boy.

He drops his sword as you make your way to him, his hands instantly on your hips pulling you flushed up against him as he looks down at you tucking a strand behind your hair.

'yes sweetheart?' he asks. His voice so so soo sweet.

You mentally curse yourself as you stay at a lost for words before finally regaining your state of mind.

'do you know where my things are?' you ask abruptly watching his face with your makeshift eyes.

He leans his head onto your shoulder trailing his lips until they hover over your ear.

'and why would you think that hm?' he asks smirking to himself.

You raise an unimpressed eyebrow 'because nearly half of my things are missing and now that I think about it they always seem to disappear after we're together'

'smart girl' he hums pulling his face back from your ear as he grins down at you, his thumbs tracing mindless patterns on your hips.

'im waiting for them back castellan' you state firmly.

His grin drops as he groans throwing his head back 'oh come on! Let a man have at least something of his girl'

'something yes not half of my possesions' you tease.

Luke raises an eyebrow 'you're saying that in my shirt.' he deadpans before his eyes flickering down.

'and- hey wait aren't those my sweatpants?' he asks 'i was looking everywhere for those!' he exclaims

You give him a sheepish smile 'maybe you can have some of my things'

[spanktony]

“I THINK IT’S PERFECT.” - madison beer.

summary: you & madison build your christmas tree.

words: 658.

warnings: gn!reader, fluffy, reader sadly mentions missing their parents and siblings, that’s all i think.

notes: merry christmas eve/ christmas guys! (if you celebrate) this is literally like my only christmas themed writing so 😭😭 i’ve been clinging onto this

navigation. request.

you sat cross-legged on the plush rug, a box of ornaments in front of you, while madison fussed with the ribbon garland draping the tree. she was determined to have everything look perfect this year, her brows furrowed in concentration as she adjusted the shimmering fabric.

“you’ve been quiet. are you alright?” madison asked, turning to face you. the worry in her tone softened when her eyes landed on your peaceful expression.

you were absently fiddling with a delicate glass ornament shaped like a snowflake, your gaze fixed on the tv in the background where an old holiday classic played. you were only half-listening, but the sound was comforting, and the movie was nostalgic, reminding you of years spent watching them with your family.

your mind wandered to the memories of christmases spent with your parents and siblings, all of you squeezed onto the couch together under a quilt and passing around mugs of hot chocolate.

you smiled as you thought of how your mother would always bake more cookies than the three of you could possibly eat, and your father would sing off-key carols while he trimmed the tree.

the memories warmed you, but you still felt a little pang of sadness, missing the family you were so far away from. you had never imagined that you would spend this holiday away from them, but you knew that distance couldn’t diminish the love they had for you and the love you had for them.

“hm?” you blinked and looked up, finally meeting her gaze with a slight tilt of your head. “you say something?”

madison couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips. so cute, she thought. her heart swelled at the sight of you, so effortlessly lost in your thoughts.

“i said,” she started, “are you okay?” she crossed the room and crouched beside you, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “you’ve been kind of… zoned out.”

you laughed quietly, a sound that made her heart skip. “yeah, i’m good. just… enjoying this. us. this feels nice.”

madison’s smile widened as she took in your words. “it does, doesn’t it?” she said softly, her smile widening. she settled beside you on the rug, folding her legs beneath her as she reached for a silver ornament shaped like a star.

you watched her from the corner of your eye, noting the way her brow furrowed slightly in concentration as she carefully inspected the ornament, making sure it had no imperfections, which was completely understandable. last year, the two of you struggled a bit with packing the decorations away after the holidays, and as a result, many of them had been damaged.

madison held the silver star delicately between her fingers, tilting it toward the light to check for any cracks. her lips pressed into a soft pout, a small habit you had always found endearing.

“looks like this one survived,” she said, her tone relieved as she turned to you with a grin. “last year’s chaos didn’t claim everything after all.”

you chuckled, shaking your head. “i still can’t believe we thought shoving everything into one box was a good idea.”

madison laughed, covering her mouth with her hand. “in our defense, we were running late for that new year’s party. but i’ll admit… it wasn’t my finest moment.”

“not even close,” you teased, nudging her with your shoulder.

she handed you the silver star. “here, your turn to hang one. pick a good spot.”

taking the ornament from her, you stood and carefully placed it on one of the higher branches. stepping back, you tilted your head, inspecting the tree. “what do you think?”

madison joined you, standing close enough that your shoulders touched. “i think it’s perfect,” she said, but her eyes weren’t on the tree—they were on you.

you caught her gaze and felt your cheeks heat, but you didn’t look away. “yeah,” you said softly.

[yncoreee]

A KDRAMA?. Minju x reader

Synopsis— what does she think this is? A freaking kdrama?

Warnings .ᐟ kissing, lil bit rushed, popular x quiet girl au, female reader, FLUFF

꩜ — ⵌWord count 721

It was still a surprise to many that minju the extremely popular girl and y/n the quiet loner were in a relationship.

Some thought minju was playing with her feelings but many others believed the girl had a real liking towards you.

She would go extreme miles and do anything just to make sure you’re satisfied or comfortable.

There were a few of her actions you would always question if it was necessary but minju would just shrug it off and give you a stupid excuse.

It took you completely off guard when your sister stepped into the kitchen just to inform you that. “Hey stupid, your girlfriend is waiting for you outside so hurry up and meet up with her”

“What?!” You choked on your cereal immediately pushing it down with a bottle of water. “School literally starts in 10 minutes and I’m still at home what does this girl want now” you mumbled to yourself, washing your used bowl and grabbing your backpack from the kitchen counter.

“Good morning my wonderful, amazing, lovely, beautiful girlfriend” minju greeted, pulling you into a massive bear hug and placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Did you have a good sleep last night? Omg you don’t know how much I’ve missed you, your sweet sweet scent and don’t even get me started on how I wished my teddy bear would’ve just turned into you” she blabbed on, becoming extremely clingier with you.

A small giggle escaped your lips as you admired her. “Schools about to start soon. Why did you wait for me though?”

“Well let’s just add that to our daily routine. I’ll come pick you up every morning before school?” She suggested tilting her head to the side.

“Hm sure, sounds good to me” you agreed taking the first step into the bus, minju following behind you.

The bus was so cramped there wasn’t enough space for you and minju. The handle only remained one.

“How are we going to share this?” You asked minju motioning to the single grab handle. “Oh that’s no problem I’ll just put my hand on yours” she gave a sly smirk carefully and perfectly placing her hand ontop yours. She gently caressed it, chuckling at your flustered reaction.

The bus stopped right infront of the school, both you and minju stepped down the bus with interlocked hands.

“You’re both late. School started almost 30 minutes ago” the school body council said as she stood with her arms crossed infront of the gate.

“Just go in”

—

Ring

The bell rang signifying the beginning of lunch break. The classroom became rowdy filled with sounds of people chatting and bags zipping.

You sat at the back of the classroom in silence, watching ever action take place infront of you.

“Finally they’re all gone!” You sighed in relief resting your back on the wooden chair. Your eye lids closed shut. You were about to be completely knocked out until you felt a warm hand being placed on top of yours. That familiar feeling.

“Minju?” You whispered quietly slowly, opening your eyes. “The one and only” she passed on a toothy grin. Her gaze finally meeting yours.

“It’s been 2 hours without you, omg I've missed you so much” she pouted intertwining her fingers with yours.

“Anyways I made this specially for you, it’s filled with your favorite food and snacks” she says bringing out a lunch box out from her backpack.

Just as you were about to take the first bite minju stopped you. “Let me feed you” she smiled picking up the set of chopsticks and turning to face you. “Open wide!”

“Minju I’m not a baby” you blushed slightly embarrassed.

“But you’re my baby” she wiggled her eyebrows laughing at how you physically cringed at her statement.

“You’re acting like we’re in a kdrama”

“ Tch kdrama? Maybe we are in a kdrama. Popular x nerd” she teased, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. her eyes staring at the ceiling like she was imagining something.

“Who's the nerd? Definitely not me” you lightly pushed her off you.

“Okay then, the quiet girl” she leaned in, booping your nose as you both stared deep into each others eyes.

The longer you both stared at each other, the more you unconsciously leaned closer until your lips finally collided.

[kazz-brekker]

saw nosferatu and it was a freaky good time! some non-spoiler thoughts:

robert eggers watching bram stoker's dracula (1994) and noticing the story has dracula look like a normal dude when interacting with mina: hm. cowardly. rotting corpse or nothing.

bill skarsgard is unrecognizable in extremely creepy prosthetics but i do actually think the scariest thing in this movie was lily-rose depp's tongue in that one scene. was unfamiliar with her before this movie but she was really giving it her all.

the sound design in this movie was absolutely IMPECCABLE, especially during the sequence when thomas hutter arrives at orlok's castle. the creeping sense of dread!

perfect way to spend christmas night is watching nicholas hoult, terrified, run around a vampire's castle.

also very happy that a large amount of this movie takes place at night and it's not only visible but also looks great, lots of blue and silver shades.

gonna be honest i did forget the name of two of the side characters and was just mentally referring to them as van helsing and seward because everyone in this movie lines up perfectly with the characters from dracula.

i really do see why there are so many articles about the number of rats on set in this movie because that was. a LOT of rats.

beautiful costumes, especially the dresses and hair.

not sure i've ever seen a character in a film roll their r's as much as count orlok in this one.

could have used more of the cat!

[softchubbygirl]

I want you to punish me. Punish me for being a greedy little pig while I try and consume everything you throw at me like a starving hog. (SFW punishment/non-sexual)

You’d wake me up in the morning with breakfast in bed, a cute outfit set on the dresser for me to wear, and a couple plans filling your head for the day. You’d tell me all about them, about how fat I’m going to be today. I’ll blush and nod as I eat my breakfast, squirming in bed at the thought of how much food I’d get to consume, and you’ll laugh when I start eating faster, I need to fulfill those plans of yours.

The clothes you picked out were cute (a button up and some jean shorts) and would fit me comfortably, although I know that won’t be true for long. On the way out you grab a bag full of snacks, handing me one as we make our way to the car, and I eat it with joy. You hold the door open and watch me get in the car, noticing how my side of the car tends to drop a little as I do, “Gosh you’re so fat.” You’ll say, and I’ll blush in embarrassment as I buckle up my seatbelt.

On the way to the diner, you tell me to eat as many snacks as I want, and that there is plenty, so I do, and when we arrive at our first stop of the day, I’ve already had to adjust the belt holding my pants up by one. You’d pat my belly, looking me in the eyes, and tell me I’m going to do great today. I’d beam with excitement as we both get out of the car, walking a bit fast so we can get started.

After being seated, you order for the both of us. You insisted on ordering for me today, and I agreed, as long as I was eating, I wouldn’t care.

This second breakfast would be way bigger than the stuff you fed me at home, and waayyy more fattening. You would order me extra waffles on top of the 2 huge ones that already come with the meal, bacon, eggs, maybe a muffin, and a large glass of water (we love staying hydrated). Your plate would be nothing compared to mine, you would’ve eaten before we left, so the plate in front of you would always just end being for me to eat, which I would. I’d start with my plate first, drenching my waffles in sweet, thick, gooey syrup. I’d usually eat with utensils, but the excitement from plans you’d have for the day excite me too much, and I’d grab the first waffle, fold it like a taco, filling it with bacon and eggs, and take a big bite.

“Greedy pig hm?” You’d whisper in my ear as you reach under the table, hand gripping my belly thats being held in by my jean shorts . I’d blush and continue to eat, my hands getting stickier and when I’m done with my plate I’d start licking my fingers clean. You’d pull my empty plate from in front of me and replace it with yours. I’m excited and dig in once more, taking sips of water to help this second plate down, and when I’m done with that I’ll move onto the muffins. When I’m finally done you’d stack the plates and call the waiter over, “Is there anything else I can get for you?” She’d ask, and you’d look at me while gently squeezing my belly under the table, “A large fruit smoothie to go please.” You’d hand her your card while my belly would rumble at the thought of a smoothie.

When the waiter leaves you’ll look to me and squeeze my belly a little harder, “That’s not for you porky, you were too greedy, it’s only the second meal of the day.”

I’ll pout and cross my arms. When the waiter returns with “your” smoothie, you’d leave her a tip and help me up as we head back out the car.

Once outside, you’ll pinch one of my rolls, “Be a good piglet and get in the back seat for me.” I would have no clue what was happening and pout. After I had climbed into the back seat, you’d join me on the other side, grabbing something from the trunk first before you do.

“Good little piggies have to have manners,” you’d say as you pulled out a funnel. I would pout again, but the sight of the funnel only makes me squirm in excitement. You’d tell me to face you, and hold the smoothie. As I hold the smoothie I decide to take a sip before you finish settling down and you chuckle, “Such a greedy pig today, looks like you’ll need another punishment later.” I blush and look away, but you’d pull my chin back towards you and tell me to open up.

As I open my mouth, you gently place the funnel in my mouth and take the smoothie from my hands. I watch as you tease me, shaking the smoothie around, tasting it yourself, before finally pouring it into the funnel. Before the smoothie even reaches my lips, I’m already sucking, wanting the thick liquid to reach my lips faster, and when they do it’s pure bliss.

I’d squirm in the back seat, my shorts feeling tighter as I suck down the smoothie, “Look at you so greedy, already half way done,” you’d say as you pour the rest of the smoothie in the funnel, other hand reaching for my shorts. You’d adjust the belt as best you could with one hand, freeing up space as I suck down the last of the smoothie, leaving not a drop left. I’ll pant when I’m finally done, leaning back in bliss. You begin to clean up, and then make your way on my lap, “Does someone need belly rubs?” I nod, groaning and huffing from everything so far.

“Hmm, I guess since I’m so nice, I’ll give you a little belly rub, only because I want you to eat so much more today.” And with that you’d massage my belly, which would end up making me burp, I’d say excuse me, afraid if I forgot my manners you’d stop massaging. It just felt so good when you do it.

You’d tell me to stay in the back seat, and I do. You begin taking off to our next stop. Or should I say stops? I watch as you drive around to a couple fast food places, grabbing a meal from one, and another from others. I’ll lick my lips and you’ll catch me doing so in the mirror, “You have to have patience piggy, greedy piggies don’t get dessert.” I pout for the third time and lean back into my seat. When you finally hit the last restaurant, you start driving towards the park, passing me a couple fries as you do so. I smile and eat them gladly.

When we arrive at the park, you take us to a secluded spot and park the car, the trunk facing away from prying eyes. You’d tell me to get out of the car, and wait for a surprise. I struggle to do so, my belly filled with breakfast, but I’m still craving more. You’d get around the back of the car and lift open the spacious trunk to reveal a picnic blanket and pillows laid out nicely.

“I’ll help you in,” you’d help me up, my belly feeling heavy as I crawl and get comfy between the pillows, “I’ll grab the food from the front, be a patient piggy won’t you?”

I would nod and lean back, looking down at my belly, patting it gently, readying myself for more delicious fattening food. And when you’d come back around with the food I’d perk up, and reach for the food, maybe as a a gesture to help you out, but mostly because I want to dig in, and I do.

The bag you’d hand me would have the most delicious smell and I wouldn’t be able to wait. I’d open the bag, tearing it a little as a I do, and get to work on the burger and fries the bag held.

I wouldn’t notice your eye roll and smirk as you climb in, sitting in front of me and shaking your head, but I do notice when you begin to crawl in front of me, gripping my thigh with one hand, and the other reaching for my shorts, “ Porkyyyy~ I told you to be patient.”

You’d pull out a smaller thinner belt from behind one of the pillows and tie it around whatever belly is protruding from the top of my pants and pull it tight, not too tight, but enough to make me squirm with discomfort. I swallow whatever bite I had taken and gasp, “I’ll decide when to take this off, for now you keep eating like the greedy fatty you are.”

I’d squirm in discomfort, but we’d both know we’re both enjoying this. I eat what’s left of the burger and large fries and groan when I’m done, I’ll start to beg, “Please, I’ll be a good piglet I swear.”

You’d look me up and down, proud of how I look in this moment and smirk, “Mmm, I don’t know~ I don’t think I could trust such a greedy pig, maybe if you ate a bit more,” and you’d grab the next bag, pulling out a massive burrito.

I’d almost start to drool, knowing exactly where it’s from, and reach for it.

“Nuh uh, I’m feeding this to you, say ahh~” I’d obey and open my mouth, taking a huge bite and chewing slowly before finally swallowing, every bite would make me feel like I’m about to pop, but I keep doing so anyways.

“There you go, such a good piglet,” one of your hands would reach for the bits of my belly poking out from the belts, your fingers pressing against the fabric of my shirt, and I’ll wince, but keep eating. “Look at you, being tied up for such bad behavior, tsk tsk.” You’d pinch a bit of my gut and I’d moan, cheeks blushing and face becoming red from embarrassment.

“Embarrassed are we,” you gently shove the last bite of the burrito into my mouth, “Well hopefully that means you���ve learned.” And you’d take the thinner belt off, my belly instantly feeling relief and I’ll huff and puff from the sudden change in pressure. You’ll bring a straw to my lips, and I’d take a few hearty sips of the sweet drink presented to me and when I’m done I’d look to the other bag left sat next to you.

“Hm? Wanting more?” You’d ask and look down at my belly, placing your hands at my sides and giving it a little shake. “Oh fuck-“ I’d gasp, my breath shortening from the sudden movement.

You grab the other bag, pulling out another burger, this one almost double in size from the last, “I don’t know if this pork bun can fit anymore meat,” you’d say as you caress my belly, the fabric barely moving from its place, “Maybe we should loosen this belt then,” I would nod, eyes focused on the burger in your hand, mouth watering at how savory it looks. You’d make your way to undo my belt, and realize that it can’t be loosened anymore and you smirk, taking it off and looking at the mess you’ve created. The relief of the belt wasn’t as much as I’d think it would’ve been, and I gasp for another breath.

“Looks like you’ll need new clothes,” you’d press your hand gently on my swelled belly, and begin feeding me the large burger, “I would love if we could make your button pop off, it would be so hot.”

I’d feel my waistband become tighter and tighter with very bite of the burger, but when you finish feeding me the burger, we are saddened that it didn’t pop.

“Hmm maybe next time,” you’d would say teasingly, but I don’t want to wait for next time.

“More, please I need more!”

“Hmm I don’t know, someone’s been so greedy today, i don’t think piggy deserves more food.”

I’d whine and push my belly out in your direction, “Please, please, I need to eat, I’m staaarving!”

You’d smirk and reach over me to the backseat, pulling out the funnel, “Well let’s see, we have whatever’s left of this drink, and this milkshake I bought with food,” you say turning around and grabbing the milkshake, “Maybe we could mix something up.”

I’d nod and pant, my hands moving to my belly, pressing and massaging as you get the funnel ready again. I let out burp after burp until once again you tell me to open my mouth.

“Look at you, so greedy, I wonder if my punishments ever really do make you learn,” you’d say as you begin pouring the liquid down. I don’t suck this time, I take gulp after gulp instead.

The milkshake would taste so sweet and so good, my belly feeling tighter and tighter with each gulp, and on the last gulp, there would be a pop, and sudden relief.

The button would hit you, not very hard, but enough to make you look down and smile. My shorts had popped open, zipper instantly unzipped, and my belly now engulfing the denim fabric that held it hostage.

I’d gasp and and groan of relief, instantly feeling a little less full from the lack of pressure. You’d look at my shirt, seeing my belly peak out between the buttons and smile, “Your next.”

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This was a bit long, but I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did writing this (take it as a early Christmas present). I just have so many scenarios in my head that I don’t think will ever come to fruition. I really should have a talk with my partner. I just want to be fed and fattened 😖 Speaking of, I ate a full 14” pizza by myself last night and drank most of a 2 liter soda this morning, it felt so good, but I know I could’ve eaten more 😓 it’s just so hard encouraging myself.

Also i know my writing style is a bit wonky, im working on it, I haven’t written anything in ages 😓

I’m gonna attempt to write something for Christmas as well so stay tuned :3

[hannahbarberra162]

A Mean Mean Marco ask from @quinloki

@quinloki 's ask is below the cut. I was actually writing nice Marco but this pulled me to the dark side (I'm not complaining). I definitely DO want to answer it but it is terrible wonderful mean Marco goodness (badness?).

TW: dead dove, dub / non-con, needles mentioned, Reader beware.

Also this is OOC (mine not Quin's) because idk I just wanted to write this.

Oh Quin. Oh my delightful, wonderful Quin. I absolutely love your version...here's my take.

You looked at the small jewelry box in Marco's hands with confusion. It was really all you could do since you were bound with your hands above your head and a spreader bar keeping your legs apart as you tried to maintain your position on your tiptoes. A gag was keeping you quiet but you wouldn't have said a word without it, either.

"Don't you love it yoi?" Marco asked you, drinking in your reaction. You didn't know what to make of the gift so you just nodded. Inside the box were 5 small golden hoops, each about the size of your pinkie nail. They were delicate and pretty but you couldn't understand what they had to do with you.

"There's a second part to the gift that will come later," he said while affectionately pinching your cheek. You tried not to jerk back as his hand approached your face, you knew he didn't like that.

"Aren't you curious what it is?" Marco asked calmly, picking up one of the rings in his large fingers. You nodded, unease filling your chest as Marco smiled at you. Nothing good ever came from that lazy, relaxed smile.

"I thought you might be tired of the clamps yoi. After all, you cried for so long after the last session outside, I thought you would never stop. So this is something we will do instead. Isn't that nice yoi?" You felt a bead of sweat down your back and an invisible weight against your neck. Marco set the ring back in the box and walked behind you taking the box with him.

You couldn't strain your neck far enough from your position to watch him but you quickly heard a cart being wheeled in your direction. Marco shortly returned with a cart full of medical looking equipment. You shook as you remembered some of your previous "inspections" which made Marco laugh lightly.

"No, no. Nothing like that, pet. I'm adorning you in my colors, permanently," he said. He had clamps, another jewelry box, needles, alcohol pads...and the rings. Your heart sank as you realized his intention - he was going to pierce you with permanent jewelry.

Five rings meant five piercings, you thought. As if answering your question, Marco began speaking to you again.

"One for each ear," he said, rubbing an earlobe between the pads of his fingers.

"One for each nipple," he continued, biting your left nipple for emphasis, causing you to flinch back.

"And one for your clit," he finished, running his finger through your slit. Due to a previous edging session, you were already soaked through your folds.

You tried shifting, wiggling, squirming, anything to get away from his hands, but all that got you was a swat on your already abused cunt. You whined but tried to keep your sounds to a minimum, not wanting to give him what he wanted.

"Hm. That is not the reaction I was anticipating yoi. So ungrateful, so disrespectful. I was going to put numbing cream on your clit for that piercing but you don't deserve it. Usually these piercings take weeks to heal but of course, that's not the case with me yoi. I'll be able to adorn you with my feathers this very night," he said, opening the second box. Inside were many metal teal feathers hanging from hooks.

Marco removed one and held the hook between his fingers, allowing the feather to dangle. The small hook matched the yellow gold of the hoops and glinted in the light as he turned them over in his fingers.

"Each one weighs only a quarter of a pound. Let's see how many feathers your nipples can wear for me," he said, snapping on latex gloves.

"Maybe if you show your appreciation, I can be the only one in feathers."

[beef-brisket]

Alastor thought about it for a moment: Hm. I see your point. But I have to disagree. Vox and I are more than compatible. Besides, you have started many relationships via text, so why do you think that Vox and I can't achieve the same level of "getting to know each other" as you have with your past lovers?

Adam: ...look- we're not talking about me!

Lucifer: I think what Adam is trying to say is that a child needs bonding with the parents, and don't you think it would be a bit weird if their parents don't have a bond of some kind?

Alastor: My parents had no such thing- but then, your parents, Lucifer, have the same relationship as to what Vox and I are hoping to achieve, and you turned out terrible. Hm, alright, Adam. It believe you have a point. I will contact Vox at once.

Adam sighs as Alastor walks off to his laptop. Lucifer glared as Alastor walked past. He was more than used to his insults, but that doesn't make them hurt any less.

-

Lucifer smiles at the ceiling in Adam's bedroom.

Lucifer: Wow...~.

Adam laughs and rolls off Lucifer, landed next to him. Lucifer rolls over to face Adam and tucks a piece of hair behind his hair.

Lucifer: ...I love you, Adam.

Adam's eyes widen, and he stares at Lucifer: Uh... thank you.

He smiles, and Lucifer, before rolling over and facing away from him.

Lucifer has never been more confused. With his mind in termoil, he eventually fell asleep. He'll talk to Adam about it in the morning.

Except that it never happened, for two weeks, Adam had avoided the conversation, and it was frustrating Lucifer. Making him lash out at the smallest thing.

The gang decided to go to a bowling alley to take their minds off everything.

Lucifer noticed that Adam was avoiding him, sitting further away and keeping to himself. It didn't help when Lucifer watched him talk with Will Weaton of all people.

Adam walked off to get some food before sitting down across from Lucifer, a bowl of hot chips on his lap.

Adam: Fuck- I love loaded fries.

Lucifer rolled his eyes: Not like, no, you LOVE them, huh?

Adam glared at him: What's your problem?

Lucifer: Oh, nothing. Just usually when someone's partner says "I love you", you usually say it back-!

Adam: Not after three months of dating!

Lucifer: We've known each other for years, Adam!

Adam: That doesn't mean I'm ready to say it back! Get off my fucking case!

Lucifer follows Adam as he storms off.

Lucifer: Where are you going-?!

Adam: Away from you! I'm fucking done, Lucifer! Done!

Lucifer stands there in shock as Adam leaves the bowling alley, leaving him alone in the foyer. Walking back to his table, he eyes the hot chips and groans.

Lucifer: Just had to open my mouth...

What about the Big Bang Theory?

An au like that where Adam is Penny and Lucifer is Leonard

The ANGST!

All of the fucking breakups would be so funny amd each of them have a handful of fail proposals under their belt.

Adam: Oh my god- what happened?!

Alastor and Lucifer walk into their apartment with no pants on.

Lucifer: Well... your ex-boyfriend sends his regards, and I think the rest is fairly self explanatory.

Alastor and Lucifer look between each other.

Adam: I'm so sorry! I really thought if you guys went instead of me, he wouldn't be such an ass.

Lucifer: N-No, it was a valid hypothesis.

Alastor: That was a valid hypothesis-? What's happening to you?

Adam goes over and pulls Lucifer into a hug, then Alastor. Lucifer tries to hold onto the hug as Adam goes to Alastor.

Adam: Really, thank you guys so much for going and trying, you're, uh, you're so terrific!

Adam opens the door and looks back at the two men.

Adam: Why don't you two put some clothes on and I'll grab my wallet, dinners on me, okay?

Lucifer: Really?

Alastor: Thank you.

Adam smiles and walks across the way to his apartment.

Lucifer and Alastor stand in the doorway and watch him go inside.

Alastor: You're not done with him, are you?

Lucifer: Our babies will be smart, and beautiful.

Alastor: Not to mention imaginary.

[quackle]

oh cool they dropped the episode names for the knuckles series- waittttt a minute, is that a iblis reference.......

[ssalballoon]

Mystra showed him the secrets beneath the veils. The gossamer veils first, draped across the Weave. The delicate veils next, draped across her body. 'Chosen One' she whispered, as she slipped them off completely.

poor gale :'(

- the dialogue is from ea gale's explanation about his folly

- i kinda like that she ended up looking like a mother-of-pearl inlay lacquerware!

- oh this was a subconscious choice, but Gale is sitting in seiza which is a posture for showing respect especially to elders. it's also known to be a painful position to sit in for extended periods of time, which is why it was sometimes used as a method of (morally dubious) punishment. however, experienced people can maintain this posture for much longer. food for thought :-)

- (edit: deleted this point bcs it didn't really make sense + detracted from the art a little;;)

[ama-a93]

enemies to lovers/past lives 😊

[circuitcircus]

in defense of kabumisu……..

addressing things I see people say about why kabru being shipped w mithrun is ‘bad’ or why their canon relationship ‘doesn’t mean anything’ while also clearing up misconceptions of the characters some fans have

listen it keeps popping up and I just gotta do this or my brain will melt (if you don’t see it around then god I wish that were me) there’s an age gap!- erm there’s also an age gap in farcille (ily), the most popular ship in the series...also chilchuck looks like a kid but a lot of fans recognize him as a dilf because of his relative age, so there should be no age gap discourse among adult characters because it feels so conditional tbh

kabru taking care of mithrun is racist!- marcille likes to take care of others as well. is that sexist, or just an aspect of her character?

kabru isn’t treated like a servant, waiting on mithrun hand and foot…I mean he gives mithrun a foot massage but no one told him to do all that lmfao

he's also not the only one to care for mithrun. pattadol is shown to worry for him and milsril was the one to start taking care mithrun in the first place after he…...y’know. speaking of which-

they probably met when kabru was a kid!- neither of them showed signs of recognizing each other the entire time mithrun was introduced nor when they were together. and im pretty sure KABRU of all people would show some kind of recognition if they'd met before. it's kabru!!! the people person!!! mr. "i-noted-down-50+-characters-in-this-dude's-backstory-for-fun-and-actually-enjoy-social-gatherings"

you would think some kind of memory would come back to him especially after hearing mithrun’s backstory if milsril had even told kabru about him as a kid. but nope. it’s just fan speculation unless there's a side comic suggesting otherwise that i haven't seen

mithrun doesn't care about kabru, his shapeshift double looked like shit!- it's obviously because of mithrun's (then) lack of desires that it looked like that, but they really grow on each other

i think it's safe to assume it'd look more like kabru after they spent so much time together (also laios can barely even remember kabru's name..also saw his face multiple times and didn’t recognize him when they talked for the first time)

mithrun is racist!- he’s actually the least likely character to be racist since he lost his desires and that includes a desire for superiority over others. he even calls his past self out on that part of himself. the other elves in that side comic were being just as racist to shorter lived races but just didn’t use ‘outdated slurs’

(unfortunately literally every main character in dunmeshi is at least a lil prejudiced, but I believe it’s worldbuilding and a sign of the times rather than a reason ryoko kui is giving to hate each character)

taking care of others is a pain in the ass!- saying this as a reason kabru and mithrun shouldn't be together is basically saying disabled people shouldn't be allowed to have romantic relationships because they're a "burden"...if someone is actually willing to put in the work, then let them be.

that's not even all of their relationship, mithrun is the fighter of their duo and kabru would've been killed by the shapeshifter or something if he'd fallen down the hole on his own since he sucks at fighting monsters. mithrun helps collect ingredients for cooking every time, too (barometz fruits and griffin egg). he pulls his weight and then some!! i feel like people forget that part of mithrun a lot somehow.

+senshi literally cooks for everyone all time. it's kind of an important aspect of the narrative.

+also, while it is a popular fan thing I see around that kabru handfeeds mithrun, he literally never does lol this is mithrun using his own hands to eat:

also here we have him washing his own body

just saying because people like to treat mithrun like a baby even though the narrative respects him as a capable adult who also has special needs because of an accident. he’s captain for a reason

kabru hates taking care of mithrun!- not exactly, he was initially surprised and put off but got used to it quickly. i’m sure he’s grateful for all the times mithrun saved him from a monster and teleported them out of danger as well

he even starts doing “unnecessary” things for mithrun’s comfort and safety like when mithrun pushes himself too hard fighting, even after his mission to take care of him was complete when the canaries came back

here is even kabru resting while mithrun keeps watch (mithrun let him sleep for 5 hours before waking him up from the nightmare earlier, too):

there's nothing more to their relationship!- they actually have had a very tight and consistent dynamic since they met and they incite the most change within each other by the end. kabru is the one who inspires mithrun to create new desires so he doesn't waste away, and mithrun is the first person we see kabru being genuine with and it leads him to be more honest with others by the end instead of tiptoeing around everyone all the time (that mask was also the reason some ppl initially disliked kabru…)

kabru’s relationship with mithrun is honestly so important for his character and vice versa, but it’s often disregarded because of one over exaggerated aspect of it (an aspect that isn’t even the first way they interact with each other) or because people want to just straight up ignore it for some reason 🥲🥲

kui dedicates many panels to them that don't particularly serve the narrative as a whole in order to demonstrate this and i think that's pretty significant

you're taking this too seriously!- as if i'm the first person in the world to be crazy about a ship or the characters 😭 i love analyzing text and it's upsetting to see them mischaracterized when kui lays out the characters so clearly and deliberately

also they end up touching each other like all the time and have the kind of canon validation most ppl can only dream of lol i feel so insane look at this:

and this is just when they're first getting to know each other cuz there's a fuckload more

kinda hard to explain how i don't actually need them to get married or whatever but i'd die on this hill for them and i enjoy their dynamic immensely

haha you thought you were reading ship discourse but it was actually a character analysis 🤪🤪🤪

also don’t somehow take this to mean I think anyone has to ship them, I just need everyone to understand these accusations kind of don’t make sense especially when they can also apply to other pairs or characters

bonus kabru just looking at mithrun:

[puppyeared]

meow

[fandomunsexyman]

SVSSS is a novel with a fandom.

[ID: A Scum Villain edit of the "missing the point" meme. A bullet arcs from velinxi art of child Shen Jiu kneeling while furiously glaring. The bullet says, "People are not entirely one thing or the other and holding them to these extremes ignores the complexities that come with their humanity." It arcs over the head of a person across from it, who ignores the bullet and exclaims: "Wow!! Shen Jiu's only crime was being mean and was wrongly hated!" End ID]