#i choked on my red beans real fast

[ne0nlightzz]

I just started watching the 'Interview With the Vampire' show cuz I really like the movie and have been wanting to read the books[haven't been able to find em at the local book shop]

But I'll just say no one told me that it was gay as shit. Like yes the movie is really freakin gay but this, wow , this is reallllyyyyy fucking gay-

This sounds weird but like im not wrong n not hatin cuz im queer asf but it just caught me off guard when compared to the movie ig-

n ngl all vampire media is kinda gay/queer-

[catboyshinsou]

it doesn’t have to be 18+ but i keep thinking of like,,, singer/performer y/n x keigo ??? like he goes to a performance and gets flustered or soth over the lyrics or the choreo,,,, thank you <3333

Eyes don't lie

pairing: Hawks x gn! performer reader

warnings: none rlly ? choking mention maybe

summary: hawks is assigned as security guard at an upcoming artists show

a/n: sorry it took so long :P also i hope this is okay for u even if i drifted from the request a bit <3

In a world full of quirks, heroes act as celebrities and law enforcement. There wasn't one country or place you could go where people didn't adore heroes, even in the tiniest villages you could find one or the other All Might or Endeavour fan lurking around the streets.

You yourself weren't a fan of heroism. You could appreciate the ones that dedicated their life to it, whether it be as a part of hero society or a mere fan but the streets just weren't your terrain to play on.

Yet you loved the spotlight, being admired and making people smile. Being on the big stage and having a stadium chant your songs with you while your dancers and band hyped everyone up. That was what you'd craved all your life.

It was the first time in a while since you performed in Japan. You tried to visit home as often as possible and give it the best performances even if your management wanted to focus on your breakthrough in the west. It wasn't like you didn't have a big enough fan base in the west to not sell tickets but somehow your management wanted to make you a real deal, even though you did this for fun not fame.

“KYUSHUUUUU! HOW ARE WE TONIGHT?!”

After your band played the opening of your intro song, you stepped on stage with confetti flying through the arena. The crowd cheered at your appearance while also humming along to the melody. You adjusted your outfit, pulling on the places that had moved from their original position while getting ready to start the night.

It wasn't unusual for heroes to be recruited as security forces in public events. Especially with the League of Villains on the rise and using public spaces to intimidate people, the commission was extra careful on the streets.

Hawks, currently number 3 hero on the Japanese Hero Billboards, sat in the security booth with his feet kicked up and a soda can in his hand. The venue was his patrol territory, it was close to his agency and had the best layout for him to keep an eye on everyone.

Though he didn't do this on his own accord. Concerts were worse to watch over for him, the music and constant movement made it hard for him to actually listen to potential threats. His feathers sensed everything, even giving him a light headache from having to process everything but still stay alert enough to react as fast as possible.

“I know I haven't been… too present in Japan the last few months…” You walked around the stage, waving and winking at the front rows as your stage crew changed the setups. The spotlight only showed you, everything else in darkness except for some flashlights in the crowd and light sticks that weren't yours, blinking in a colourful pattern. You weren't sure if it was trying one's best to support or mockery but either way you appreciated the effort.

The crowd booed in response to your comment on your almost year abroad, all in a lighthearted manner of course but your tummy couldn't help but turn. Especially at this next number which was again, not entirely your idea but part of the plan of breaking through in the west. At least they gave you the opportunity to choose the song.

Hawks watched you intently, cocking an eyebrow at your trembles and tight grasp around the mic. There was a bunch of his feathers placed around the stage area to keep you as safe as he could and the one that you had around your neck was the loudest of them all.

Of course nobody in the audience noticed your nervousness, it took a trained eye to look through the cover of a pop star but your elevated heart wasn't from your performance and the shaking in your hands most definitely not from you being tired. He looked into the crowd.

Was there anyone suspicious he had missed? No that couldn't be. Him and 3 of his sidekicks were watching over this place, there couldn't be any type of danger around. Maybe it was something personal? An ex maybe? Would that pose a threat to you or the crowd?

Hawks’ thoughts were cut off by a synth or some type of organ playing two chords and the lights getting brighter on stage. This hadn't been part of the rehearsal in the morning, was this the reason you trembled so much? A new song?

The crowd went quiet as you positioned yourself in the middle of the stage, mic clipped into the stand and your foot tapping to keep you on beat. When touring through England especially, you had heard this song up and down on the bus you used whenever you travelled in the country.

The simplicity of the progression that pulled through the song, the adding of instruments as a way to build up for the high of the song to then slowly dropping instruments until it came back down to the organ and guitar as it was in the beginning…. Something about it had just struck you and you were more than glad to perform this in your own rendition in your home. Yet you couldn't keep focus on what was happening.

Come on, breathe, y/n you've practiced and it will be okay… Your inner monologue went wild as the synth waited for you to finally start the song. The crowd became restless at the tension you'd built up with seemingly no resolve, you felt more judgment on you than normal.

Your eyes searched for something to ground yourself with, like you used to when you were a rookie. Anything or anyone to look at while you performed to keep your nerves from getting the best of you.

Then your eyes met those of the pro hero assigned to security this time. Hawks’ yellow eyes sparkled as he winked at you with a smirk. His arms rested on the railing of the security lounge, laying over each other and hiding most of his face. The red wings poked through from behind him and you could see that he took off his signature feathered jacket. You took a deep breath before intently looking him in the eyes.

“I'm going back to 505… If it's a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive…” Your hands grabbed the mic and the stand as you swayed to the beat, lulling the crowd to do the same and take out their lights. There were quiet screeches from a few people who seemed to know the song. But you didn't let them disturb your new found focus or let them stop your new found anchor look.

“In my imagination, you're waiting lying on your side… With your hands between your thighs…” The guitar kicked in. Your hands left the mic and you stretched them into the air to get rid of their stiffness. The confidence of the first song came back to your core, no trace of nerves found in any of your movements.

The pro hero lazily stared at you after your first eye contact, relaxing as the feather around your neck got quieter. He raised his eyebrows at that last line, even if he knew that it probably wasn't at all intended for him. Your not breaking eye contact suggested something else but he wouldn't fall for the invitations of a worldwide known pop star. He was more than just smarter than that.

“Stop and wait a sec…” You stretched out your hands towards the security manager and tilted your head as you sang the next words. You had loosened up quite a bit as the instruments joined for the first verse. “When you look at me like that my darling, what did you expect?”

The hand slowly came back towards you and softly grabbed your neck before smoothly rolling into a cheek hold. “I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck… Or I did last time I checked…”

Pro hero Hawks had been trained to be a hero longer than he could remember. His training included quirk enhancement, multiple language studies and espionage training which had also taught him to stay cool in every situation.

Yet his cheeks flushed red and he rose from his slouched posture as your pointed at him and almost seductively grabbed your neck, all while not breaking your eye contact with him. He cleared his throat multiple times and averted his eyes whenever it became too much for him. Hawks couldn't be charmed by such simple actions. That's what he told himself anyways.

Having regained your confidence after fearing that your audience would be disappointed, you closed your eyes and went through the rest of the song in the lower register of your voice. It was nice to perform something like this between your usual set. It almost cleansed a palette like coffee beans after entering a perfume shop.

But then the bridge hit. The kick drum and snares were hit in unison before a quick second of silence fell, your hands flinging towards the mic and you opening your eyes on beat. “BUT I CRUMBLE COMPLETELY WHEN YOU CRY. IT SEEMS LIKE ONE AGAIN YOU’VE HAD TO GREET ME WITH GOODBYE”

You opened your lungs and let out the higher notes, almost screaming them out as your eyes looked at Hawks again. The instruments filled the room completely, screaming in their own way but also complementing each other.

Like a wave, Hawks was hit with your passionate voice singing him those words as if they had been only written for him. His embarrassment to be addressed in such a manner switched to curiosity and excitement. He tipped one of his sidekicks on the shoulder.

“Make sure we act as security on their next performance in Japan too.”

“But Hawks, we aren't a security agency-”

“Oh yeah? Well for them we are, I want to be part of the security team for every japanese performance to come.”

In a stern but gentle voice, Hawks commanded him to find your manager to arrange future collaborations. His flushed cheeks reappeared when you finished the song and just stood there, eyes closed and sweat glistening on your face as you breathed out the last emotions of the song. Something about you looked, ethereal. Was that the right word for it? He didn't know, but it felt right in any way .

[randomideasmybrainhas]

Flying rocks and kisses

Trying to gain inspiration through power outages, and got prompted for a Suyin request, which I’m actually pretty excited about, gives me a bit of a challenge now. Since they didn’t choose which prompt, I’ll start with 3, and I’ll just play around with a few different people. While, I’m a le $ bean, I’m open to also writing for my boys- so you can request anyone, not just the lovely ladies of ALTA and LOK (but lets be real, they’re the important ones and deserve more love). Here goes nothing, let me know what you think, and hope you enjoy!!

Prompt #3: “Shit, watch out!” She screamed as a large boulder was flying at her crush at an extremely fast pace, fast enough all she could do was jump in front of it, and prepare for the sudden pain.

Word count: 2,973

Requestor: @Helplesslesbean

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Having grown up in the lovely city of Zafou for all my life, and following the guards around the city has made me grown accustomed to all the ins and outs of the city and especially the large mansion which resides my personal favorite human, Suyin Beifong. Granted yes, she is the same age as my parents, and I should definitely not be major crushing on her, but I mean… How can you not? Look at her, she’s the fiercest woman I know and would do anything for her family and she made this entire city from nothing, and she’s a Beifong! Her mother literally invented metal bending, which is our entire city. She also started a dance troupe and has worked countless of tiresome hours to perfect her dancers for their plays. I go to every performance and practice.

Speaking of the lovely, perfectionist of a woman, I sat outside helping Kuvira, Suyin’s adoptive daughter practice her dance routine since I’m always at the practices, Kuvira has me help her practice, because like mother, like daughter, she’s also a perfectionist. Something about being abandoned as a child… As we were going over how to jump from the bottom to the top to interlock her ankle with Lucy’s, Su walked up and instantly I started getting nervous, and Kuvira knows my little secret, but finds it weird and childish. Which is probably is, but I ignore her, and keep my little crush on the matriarch to myself. 

“Aww, wonderfully done Kuvira and (y/n)!! That was performed beautifully! I should create a routine without metal bending, so you can participate (y/n)! You’d be such a lovely dancer, might even steal the show!” Su exclaimed in joy while walking up to the two of us, with my pale complexion becoming as red at the Fire Nation. 

“It could’ve been better. Again.” Kuvira said while getting back to the starting position. I just sighed, we’ve been going at this all morning. Usually Su would come by earlier on to watch the practice, but with the Avatar being in town, she’s been preoccupied , which works out for you, since every time she watches you, you get nervous and mess up, and especially when Kuvira trains with you, that usually has you ending on your ass, with a lot of bruises. Kuvira isn’t easy-going, and will use your crush on Su to her full advantage. 

“Oh, Kuvira, you need to learn to take a break, it looks like (y/n) could use one, here have some water.” Su said while pushing Kuvira back down with a water bottle that she brought up. She then handed me one, and I quickly grabbed it, trying to ignore the slight spark of electricity that went off between our fingers when the brushed each other, and quickly downed half the bottle in one go. 

“Wow, you must be thirsty (y/n), I can get you another if you’d like.” Su said, which made you choke on the second half of the bottle, and had you sputtering out that you were okay. Kuvira just scoffed and pushed Su out of the way to go over the form again, she didn’t think it was strong enough. You got back up and started to practice again, ignoring Su’s lingering eyes on you. You kept up with the routine, and eventually Su had to attend to some other things around the city. 

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After you finished up, you got cleaned up and ready for bed.You were brushing your teeth when you heard a knock on the door. Confused because Kuvira has a strict sleep schedule that is not to be interupted, and that even means as soon as it’s after dinner, you never hear from her. You finished wiping your mouth and opened your door. Standing there was Su in her long, luxurious emerald green gown with her metal plates and you could smell her fresh perfume she always wore to bed and light green slippers. 

“Su? How can I help you?” You ask, while trying to keep your blush down, or at least not blistering red. You were also trying to ignore the fact that while normal people who don’t crush on others twice their age, they also don’t wear just a large t shirt to bed, with NOTHING underneath. 

“(Y/N), I just wanted to check in with you about a few things, do you mind if I come in?” Su asks. You let her in, but try to ignore that her perfume has you leaning in closer and wishing you could just curl up in bed with her forever. 

As Su walks in, she slightly brushes you with your arm, and the hair on your arm stands up as you clear your throat and close the door behind her. You follow Su into the room as she sits on your bed and you awkwardly stand there. You just look down at the floor, and wait for her to speak. She just sits there and stares at you, and you’re quite confused what she’s looking at, and why she isn’t talking yet. 

“Are you not going to sit?” Su asks. You shuffle and sit next to her, but trying to keep some space between you, for your benefit so you won’t do anything too stupid. This crossed Su’s mind, and she completely ignored it and scooted closer to you and rested her hands on your forearm and knee, which prompted you to swallow loudly, as you tried to ignore your pounding heart. 

“I’ve talked with Kuvira before, and she always says how great you are at talking things through, and I have some concerns.” She starts with, causing you to die a little inside, thinking she knows your little secret. “With my sister being here, and being so resentful against me and my family, I don’t know what to do or say, and my husband is well… we’re not how we used to be, and I feel like you’d have good insight.”

“Uhhh yeah. Um. You’re not?” I squeaked out, not really sure to answer that. She’s not how she used to be with her husband? But they always seemed to be the perfect duo. How is she not doing well with him? Are they splitting up? What happened? Okay (y/n), focus. She’s starting at you. I need to concentrate on what she’s saying. I hear her speaking, but nothing is coming to my ears, I’m just staring at her perfect lips, and wow. They’re so kissable. I wish I could, just…

“(Y/N) are you okay? You seem out of it. I knew this would be too much, just forget I said anything, and have yourself a goodnight.” Su rushed out as she got up to leave. I didn’t know what to do, because now she thinks it’s her fault. I did the only logical thing to do. I grabbed her retreating hand and yanked her back down to me and before she could question anything, I grabbed her face pulled it closer and slammed my lips on her lips. I instantly wrapped my hands into her hair pulling her closer and enjoying this moment. 

She was completely frozen. That’s when the panic started, and I soon realized this was not where she was going with this, and I’m an idiot. Just when I started to pull back, there was a loud bang that shook the mansion, cause me to fall to the floor and Su to stand up immediately. Horrible timing, but I could always just stare at her from this angle. Any angle to be honest. Thats when another loud bang shook the walls, and before I could get up, Su grabbed my hands to lift me up, surprisingly quickly and strong. 

“I need to investigate, stay here (y/n).” Su said eyes piercing through mine. 

“But I-“

“I mean it, don’t leave your room in any circumstance until I come get you.” Su said, then looked at my lips, gave me a quick peck on the cheek instead, and ran out of the room, metal bending the door behind her so I couldn’t get out. Damn metal benders. Though, joke is on her, because Kuvira used to lock me in my room all the time for dinner as a joke. I carved out some hollowed areas to crawl through that gives me outdoor access through the vents. Granted this was 10 years ago, when I was much smaller, but will have to do in a pinch. I wiggled through and I don’t know if its all the training I’ve done with Kuvira to stay toned and made this a piece of cake, or all the sweat I’ve gathered from thinking about the kiss I just shared with Su. Of course she didn’t want to kiss me, I’m her adoptive daughter’s friend, why would she me as anything else? Welp, time to move out I suppose. You know, Fire nation looks lovely this time of year. Another loud bang followed by shouting was heard, and I got back to focus and busted the vent and crawled out. 

When I got up, I see about 20 guards, Su and her twins, team avatar, and Lin. I can’t specifically spot out Kuvira, but I’m sure she’s somewhere amongst the guards. Who I can’t find oddly is the avatar. Isn’t this her thing? Investigation loud bangs? Then I spotted it. The giant metal plates in the center of.. lava? Well that’s new. Some buff, bald man had the knocked out avatar over his shoulder, and everyone was firing metal at him. But some of the guards were fighting a woman with water arms, and a guy who was lavabending?! Who are these people?! My training with Kuvira kicked in, and while I don’t have some super fancy bending like these people, or really any bending, I know how to throw a punch and dodge cheap shots that Kuvira loves to throw at me. 

I run into the action and I spot Kuvira bending her plates at the lady with water arms, but miserably failing. I run up to her and push her behind a pillar. 

“(Y/N)! You can’t be out here, these aren’t normal people. Go call back up!” Kuvira shouted while protecting you from an explosion near by. 

“Idiot, I’ve trained with you, I can help. But you’re such and earth bender. You’re only thinking within the box of fighting. These obviously aren’t normal people. You need to outsmart them, not out bend them.” You shout over all the commotion and duck your head into Kuvira’s arms while splinters of metal go flying a little too close to your face. Kuvira puts up a shield next to you to protect you, and you continue on you theory. “If you can distract the water bending with set up 12-4, then I jump off your back and go and electrocute her. Water hates electricity.” You shout over the loud bangs.

“That could work, but if you get injured, Su will kill me.” Kuvira shouts, while contemplating. 

“That’s okay, I think she already wants to kill me now. I kissed her earlier.” You shout/whisper to Kuvira. She just stares at you with large eyes, and punches your arm. You just shake your head and nod to her. Kuvira get the guards to line up in 12-4, a common move they do to surprise an attacker, with surrounding forces, and my added presence should hopefully hit it home. I waited for the right moment and then when I saw Kuvira was ready and water lady spun around I ran and jumped on Kuvira’s back and she launched me into the air, and thankful for all her dance routines, I flipped next to water arms lady and with the baton fully charged with electricity, I went to electrocute her to take her out, and it was going perfect, except we didn’t account for mr. lavabender to have heart eyes for her, and jump in, and shoot the ground from underneath me, and shoot me into the air, and given it was unpredicted, I was flying far, and crashed into Lin. And man, if I thought Su was strong, her older sister is earth itself, and pure muscle. I groaned from the not so soft landing. I think the ground would’ve been a better landing than Lin. 

“Watch it kid. This isn’t a circus.” She grunts roughly and tosses you aside. Ahh, so now you see the resentment Su was talking about from earlier. You roll off and sit up brushing the dirt off you. That didn’t go as planned. Before you could think of another suggestion, you looked up and saw Su fighting with her twins and you see combustion bender (how did I miss her earlier?!) Directly aim for a rock pile near by Su, to throw all of them at her at once, so she couldn’t dodge it, and before you knew what to do, your body was running full speed at Su, screaming, “Shit, watch out!” as a large boulder was flying at her crush at an extremely fast pace, fast enough all she could do was jump in front of it, and prepare for the sudden pain.

You know those moments when everything slows down, and you just embrace what is happening, but it gives you a chance to look around? This was one of those moments, and you thought you were toast. For sure, going to be flattened out into nothing. Though while you looked around, you see guards running all over, team avatar helping Lin get the avatar, and the twins under the protection of their mother, who is shielding her body to protect them, and staring at you. You feel the wind of the the boulder about to hit you, and you ready yourself for the impact…. That never comes? You look in front of you to see all the boulders that were flying towards you at full speed are now hitting the combustion lady and Lin escaped with the avatar. What really surprised you was the air being blasted from your hands. I’m an airbender????? 

Then the bald man took his staff and the other 3 talented benders into a gust of wind and they were gone. Okay, if I am an airbender, I need to learn that trick. You look back to see if Su is okay, but are instead greeted with arms instantly wrapping around you and the intoxicating smell of Su’s perfume and a bit of mix of burnt earth…You awkwardly return her hug and bury your face into her shoulder, even though she is about an inch or two shorter than I am. 

“You idiot, I told you to stay put! And why would you jump in front of those boulders? I’m an earth bender, I can handle it!” Su screams at you, and you wince.

“Yeah, but I couldn’t see you get hurt, and that was a lot. Even the best of us need help sometimes.” You say as you rub the back of your neck. She just shakes her head at you and brings you in closer. 

—-

After all the crazy moments and discovering the bald man named Zaheer, had all the airbenders, team avatar went after him, and though you wanted to join in on the fight, Su asked you to stay, and while you do love her, you aren’t sure if you can. 

She pulled you aside after the meeting into a small room that was almost never used. “(y/n), I can’t have you in danger again, especially now that you’re an airbender, you’re a bigger target for Zaheer. Please don’t go. I can’t have you getting hurt.” Su says quietly while holding your hand and searching your eyes. You really struggled, you wanted to say okay to make her feel better and happy, but you had to help. 

“Su, I-“

She stopped me by kissing me on the lips, and I think I just died… Is this the spirit world? Sparks shout out from my closed eyelids, and I pulled her in closer to my body as if this was a dream I was hoping to never awake from. Eventually we both pulled away for air, and searched each others eyes while resting our foreheads together. I eventually spoke up, “okay… I’ll stay back.” 

Su visibly sighed and relaxed against my body, and I held her tight and kissed the top of her forehead. I’m not comfortable with the idea of her going out alone, but I heard Kuvira can’t go, and someone needs to stay back to keep her from taking over the kingdom. 

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I hope you all enjoyed this, and sorry it went so long!! I just ramble a lot in my head, and it kinda comes out as word vomit, and this is what you get… Please leave a like and comment for support!! 

Also side side note: I know you choose #6, but I wanted to switch it up!!

[that-bi-bitch-writes]

The Rumor Around Hogwarts (Ch.4)

Chapter Four: The Train Ride There

1k+ Words a lot of it is taken from the book but as always I added a lot of [Name] in to make it.... chaotic and slightly angsty

Still uses he/him pronouns for now and later addition of they pronouns will be announced before the chapter. Hope you Enjoy!!!

Last  //  Next

“What the actual hell- Ow, heck i meant heck.” [Name] choked out while rubbing the back of his head

“Mhm sure you did”

“Anyway you mean to tell me I have to run at a wall.”

“Yup”

“In a muggle train station”

“Yes”

“In the middle of the day?”

“Look, do you want to go to Hogwarts or not?”

“I mean I do but-”

“If you don’t you’ll only disappoint Harry” [Mother’s name] interrupted

[Name] hesitated before responding “I’m sure he’ll be fine he like defeated an evil lord as a baby of course he can run at a wall and make other friends”

“[Name] if you miss the train I’m not taking you to school myself”

And just as [Name] seemed like he’d be okay with that aspect (anything to not embarrass himself in public really) all his hopes were completely crushed

“And I’m not taking you back home to ride on the house elf express”

“Okay but if I die or embarass myself I’m gonna have to find a way to jinx you or something. Maybe i’ll tell that weird muggle mailman you find him cute and force you to flee the country”

“You wouldn’t”

“That’s what you think”

[Name] seemed to gather the courage of all his ancestors (may they rest in peace) and ran straight at the obvious death trap. He had a chosen one to meet after all. He closed his eyes right before impact only to have his senses assaulted by the sounds and sights of something completely unexpected

‘Wow' he whispered under his breath

“I told you so”

“Alright alright I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. But I mean you’re not exactly the most trustworthy. If I needed someone to help me cover up a crime maybe, but a prank that could end in bodily harm..”

[Mo. Name] pretended not to hear a word as she fussed over [Name], the train departing soon. She’s a mother, she couldn’t help it. After running down a long list of things [Name] should have (And did) pack in his trunk she gave a forehead kiss and pushed him off to the trains. As he got on she did the unthinkable.

“Bye baby!! Momma loves you. Tell Peeves I said Hi’

Yeah [Name] definitely wasn't gonna be popular now. At least… not in a good way. There’d be rumors around hogwarts. And he’d be in the center of them.

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Harry sat alone in an empty compartment after all the hustle and bustle that came with parents seeing their children off for the first time. And could’ve sworn he had heard someone say something about being peeved. Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted when the door of the compartment slid open and the youngest red headed boy he had seen earlier came in.

“Anyone sitting there?” he asked, pointing at the seat opposite Harry. “Everywhere else is full.”

Harry shook his head and the boy sat down. He glanced at Harry and then looked quickly out of the window, pretending he hadn’t looked. Harry saw he still had a black mark on his nose.

“Hey, Ron”

The twins were back

“Listen we’re going down the middle of the train- Lee Jordan’s got a giant tarantula down there.”

“Right,” mumbled Ron.

“Harry,” said the other twin, “did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our brother. See you later then.”

“Bye” said Harry and Ron. the twins slid the compartment door shut behind them.

“Are you really Harry potter?” Ron blurted out

Harry went to nod but the compartment door slammed open once again

“Harry there you are. Thank God I found you.” [Name] gasped out “My mother totally embarrassed me as I was getting on the train screaming about someone named Peeves and she called me BABY. Anyway I’ve been trying to find you without drawing to much attention to you or myself.”

Harry had wondered how [Name] had said so much in one breath. He didn’t know [Name] to be particularly talkative. He of course had his moments when he’d stand up for someone but Harry had always seen name as a little bit of a worrier or an outsider like himself.

“Sorry." [Name] said almost as if he read Harry’s mind “It’s the nerves. I’m super glad that you’re not alone but I’m also jealous I didn’t get to you first.” [Name] continued as he moved to sit next to Harry.

“What were we talking about? Oh yeah he was asking about your chosen one status which is kind of cool and lame at the same time. Is that offensive?”

“Have you really got - you know?” He pointed at Harry's forehead.

Harry pulled back his bangs to show the lightning scar. Ron stared. And surprisingly [Name] did too.

“Y’know as close as we are for two people who only met twice, I realized I haven’t gotten a good look at you Harry.” [Name] realized turning all of his attention on the resident Chosen One

Harry and [Name] stared at each other for a moment. [Name] was curious as to who the boy who lived really was and why he was drawn to him. It was like they were meant to meet up. At the Zoo, in Diagon Alley and now hopefully they would remain on the same path at Hogwarts too.

Harry on the other hand was staring at [Name] in appreciation. They were strangers, yet [Name] came to Harry’s rescue so naturally. Ron was to be a good friend to Harry, he’s sure of it, but it was different with [Name]. Their friendship wasn’t founded on titles, or reputations, or anything but mutual respect and destiny perhaps? If he were more naïve he might’ve attributed this feeling to a crush.

“So that’s where You-Know-Who-? Ron interrupted the staring contest

“Yes” said Harry “but I can’t remember it”

“Nothing?” Ron said eagerly.

“Well- I remember a lot of green light, but nothing else.

[Name] got incredibly bored of the topic, not really keen on discussing Voldemort’s attack on Harry so he began looking out the window like the main character. Only catching flashes of the conversation and adding his own commentary when appropriate. Apparently Ron had 5 brothers and a little bit of “a lot to live up to” but being friends with the chosen one was sure to give him some stories to tell..

[Name] didn’t interrupt with much about his family because he’d already talked about his embarrassing mother and there was nothing else to talk about but his incredibly large and empty house which would have made him a little uncomfortable and slightly awkward. Y’know since he was talking to an orphan and a poor kid with a huge family. How could either of them relate?

What he did however pay attention to was Harry’s bravery and generosity. Apparently he was only a little bit of an oblivious idiot. Sure he proudly said Voldemort’s name (a trend [Name] hoped to follow) but he was smart enough to realized in the wizarding world at least he was rich and could splurge a little bit on the less fortunate *ahem* Ron *ahem*

“Go on, have a pasty” said Harry, who had never had anything to share before or, indeed, anyone to share it with. It was a nice feeling, sitting there with Ron, eating their way through all Harry’s pasties, cakes, and candies (the sandwiches lay forgotten.)

“What are these?” Harry asked Ron and [Name] holding up a pack of chocolate frogs. “They’re not really frogs, are they/” He was starting to feel that nothing would surprise him

“No” said Ron “But see what the card is. I’m missing Agrippa”

“He has no idea what you’re talking about, look at his face” [Name] laughed out. Ron followed his line of sight and chuckled at Harry’s confused face as well.

“Oh, of course, you wouldn’t know - Chocolate frogs have cards inside them, you know to collect - famous witches and wizards. I’ve got about five hundred, but I haven’t got Agrippa or Ptolemy.”

Both Harry and [Name] removed the cards from the chocolate frogs. Harry got Dumbledore which set his curiosity aflame once again. [Name] kept his a secret for dramatic effect of course. After answering his questions Ron asked for a chocolate frog as well only to get Morgana.

“Well Ron” [name] started “if you show me a trick, I’ll give you this” flipping over the card Ron’s eyes went wide at the sight of a Ptolemy card.

After a long conversation about the dangers of eating Bertie's ever flavored beans (which [name] would never even touch) Ron eventually worked up the courage to perform a spell when the toadless boy from earlier appeared, but this time he had a girl with him. She was already wearing her new Hogwarts robes.

“Has anyone seen a toad? Neville’s lost one,” she said. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair and rather large front teeth.

“We’ve already told him we haven’t seen it,” said Ron, but the girl wasn’t listening, she was looking at the wan in his hand.

‘Oh god.’ [name] said to himself as the girl’s thoughts assaulted him and drowned out the obvious awkward silence in the car ‘this girl may have redeeming qualities, or at least I’m hoping she does but she needs to get over herself’

“Oh, are you doing magic? Let’s see it, then.”

She sat down. Ron looked taken aback

“Er- alright” he cleared his throat

“Sunshine daises, butter mellow, Turn this stupid fat rat yellow”

He waved his wand but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed gray and fast asleep.

“Are you sure that’s a real spell? Said the girl. “Well it’s not very good, is it? I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice and it’s all worked for me. Nobody in my family’s magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but…

[Name] having heard most of this speech in his head already tried to tune her out and gave a snort at the end of her rambling when Harry and Ron looked at each other incredulously. Only a little offended when he heard Harry's comparison of Hermione to the nervous [Name] earlier

They all introduced themselves but Harry’s introduction led her on another tangent about him not looking himself up as if this was a common thing to do?? Then she asked what houses they thought they’d be in before leaving, taking the toadless boy with her. Poor Neville.

“Whatever house I’m in, I hope she’s not in it”

“I doubt we’ll be in the same house Ron” [Name] realized “you’ll probably be in whatever house your brothers are in”

“Gryffindor” Ron spoke up

“Right, and Harry will probably be with you where as I’ll end up in Slytherin probably”

The car went silent a bit before [name] spoke up again “I know what you’re thinking. Literally. I never had a Ptolemy card. I only said that because I wanted to show off my powers as a legilimens. I can see into your mind basically and I made you see what I wanted you to see. Don’t worry though I won’t like brainwash you or anything. Wouldn’t want to be a typical Slytherin and end up a dark wizard.

[Name] got ready to flee the cart after that whole speech and he could tell Ron felt kind of guilty but [Name] couldn’t risk Harry hating him. He was going to the house that produced Voldemort after all. He rushed out of the cart as some blond entered probably because Hermione had spread the rumor about seeing the chosen one.

Before [Name] knew it he was facing his newest worst enemy. The sorting hat.

[brianc521]

Emotions | Raul Mendes

Calm.

It was too calm in the house. 

You practically tiptoed in the door, eyes darting back and forth in search of some sort of noise. Raul was a loud person. Out of the Mendes Triplets, anyone would guess Shawn would be the loud one, but that couldn’t be any more wrong. 

Peter was the quiet one by default, he spent his time with his thoughts. Shawn spent his time with his words, noise mixing in in the form of guitar strings. Raul spent his time with his noise. He liked to listen to music loud. He liked to work on his bike in the garage. He liked to laugh loud, to play games and cuss wildly into his headset. 

Entering a calm house that belonged to Raul was like walking into a warzone. You knew something was wrong, and you braced yourself for the impact you were about to receive. 

You turned the corner and found him sitting in the living room. He was looking at his phone, the TV was off, the light wasn’t even on.

“Raul?” You spoke softly. 

He looked up, face red in anger, knuckles white from his grip on his phone. 

“What?” He spits, as if the taste of the words is the most disgusting thing in the world. 

“Just wanted to say hi.” You smiled softly at him, trying to keep your voice low and soothing. 

He rolled his eyes, looking back to his phone.

You had to fight the look of hurt off your face, knowing that showing little emotion is the best way to work around his mood. Any sudden movements and his bomb will go off.

It’s not the first time something like this has happened. The better part of it now is you know how to react. Last time you pestered him until he exploded, leaving you with a night of tears and him out on a drive to cool off until 3 am. 

It was the first real fight you two had, and it was a bad one. In moments like this all Raul is seeing is red, and you know he doesn’t mean what he’s saying, but it doesn’t mean his actions don’t hurt. 

You walked to the kitchen, setting your purse down on the counter, followed by your keys. You walk further into his kitchen, prepared to make dinner like always. You were thinking maybe some pesto chicken with green beans. It’s been your favorite meal lately and you bought chicken just for it.

Opening the fridge you squatted to grab the chicken cuts from the bottom shelf. You furrowed your brows when you didn’t find it. You’re absolutely positive you placed it here, mainly because you knew Raul wouldn’t think to look there. You check the rest of the fridge and come up empty.

You close the fridge and look around in confusion. What the fuck happened to your chicken? 

“Raul Baby?” You call out, walking around the corner to look at him.

“Oh my god, what?” He snapped, looking over at you.

“Sorry, just, have you seen the chicken that was in the fridge?” 

He sighs, clearly annoyed. “Yes, fucking had it for lunch.” 

Your whole face drops, you were so excited for this meal, it was the one thing you were looking forward to. It made your work day bearable knowing you’d be with Raul and you pesto chicken at the end of your day.

“What?” He asks, glaring at you. “Am I not allowed to fucking eat?”

“You are,” You nod, “It’s just, I planned on making that for dinner.” 

“Well tough luck?”

“There were three pieces.” You remember out loud.

“Shawn and Peter were over, perfect portions.” 

“Oh.” You look back at the kitchen.

“What?” He groans, throwing his head back against the couch cushions.

“Well, I don’t know what to make for dinner now.” You look back at him, “Do you have any ideas?” You ask, trying to hold back your disappointment.

“Well considering I ate dinner already, I’d say no, the fuck I don’t.”

“You ate dinner already?” You ask, staring at him appalled.

“Again, am I not fucking allowed to eat?” 

“Okay,” You’ve had it. “I’ve tried to be nice and caring because I can tell somethings wrong. But I’m not digging the attitude.”

“I’m the one with an attitude?” He scoffs.

“You know what.” You turn, grabbing your purse. “I don’t need this.” You take your keys, heading for the door.

At this Raul looks up, watching you walk away. “Gonna leave now?” He snickers. 

You don’t even respond, you just slam the door on your way out. Raul stares at the door, waiting for you to burst back in and rant off about how he was being a dick. But you never do, instead he hears your car peel out of the complex garage. 

He hates when you drive upset, it makes him anxious. Not knowing where you’re going, and if you get there safely. 

**

It’s been three hours since you left and he’s absolutely losing his mind. 

iMessage to Wifey💍: Okay, come back now

The message stays on delivered for over 32 minutes before he’s texting again.

iMessage to Wifey💍: Baby, I’m sorry, please come back

That message stays on delivered for 17 minutes before he really starts going crazy. 

iMessage to Wifey💍: You’re starting to stress me out, please just respond. 

When that message stays on delivered he calls, but gets sent straight to voicemail. The sound of you telling him to leave a message after the beep has his heart thumping deeply in his chest. It’s pounding against his rib cage and he’s pretty certain that if someone was staring at him you could see his heart beat out of his chest like a cartoon.

“Baby, I just wanna know you’re okay. I’m a little scared right now, and I just, you can be mad at me. I was being a jerk and I’m sor-” He gets cut off, the voicemail cutting off his stuttering blubbering mess. 

He calls back, still being sent to voicemail. The beep sounds, his hand is lost in his curls, and he’s pacing so much he’s sure he’s wearing a hole in the floor.

“I’m sorry, it cut me off when I was saying sorry. I just wanna know you’re okay. You don’t have to talk to me, just at least text me that you’re okay. Okay? I love you and I’m worried.” 

He beats the voicemail, but he’s refreshing his phone every second, and every second you don’t respond is another tick to his anxiety. 

He can’t help himself, before he knows it he’s in his jeep and parking in front of your place. He’s not helping his heart rate when he realizes your car isn’t there. He sits outside your front door, head propped on the door itself, thumb nail getting chewed to shreds. 

**

He looks up with red, tearful eyes when he hears footsteps sounding closer.

“Raul?” You breathe out, stopping when you find him.

He’s been waiting for almost 45 minutes now. His face is pale, and his hair is wild from the amount of times he’s run his fingers through it. 

He jumps to his feet, eyeing you up and down multiple times. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, stepping forward, hands out to hug you. 

But you back away, trying to read his face, see his eyes. They flash with hurt when you back away from him.

“Baby?” He asks, voice breaking. He takes another step forward, and you take another step back. His whole face, you watch it crumble, the tears that were threatening to fall do. A sob racks through his chest and he covers his mouth with his hand. “Are you afraid of me?” He asks, trying to read your face through his tears. 

“I just,” You choke out.

“Oh my god.” He sobs. “You are.” 

“No, I just,” You sigh, taking those two steps forward to bring yourself closer to him. “I’m just trying to gauge your mood.” 

“I’m sorry.” He cries, hands trembling as he holds them together, to prevent himself from falling into you. “I was so rude,” He shakes his head. “I’m sorry.” 

“Raul what the fuck happened tonight?” You ask, tilting your head so you look up at him. “I mean fuck, you asked me to come over!” You settle your hands on your hips. 

He nods, swallowing thickly, adam's apple bobbing with the movement.  

“If you didn’t want me to come over then you should have texted me back saying so.”

“I did want you over.” He whispers.

“Had a funny way of showing it.” You raise an eyebrow at you. “You won’t speak to me that way again.” You shake your head at him. “You can be upset, it’s okay to get angry and mad, but to lash out at me? Not fucking okay.” 

“I know,” He nods, “I know, I’m so sorry.” He goes to reach for you but holds himself back. You sigh deeply, nodding at him to let him know that it’s okay.

His hands tentatively land on your hips, thumbs rubbing soft circles. “I love you.” He whispers, resting his forehead against yours. 

“I love you too.” 

“You’re too good for me. I don’t deserve you.” 

“You’re right, I’m fucking amazing.” You shrug, “But I happen to think you’re amazing too.” You caress his cheek. “I think you just lost it a little tonight.” 

“Lost it when you didn’t respond.” He mutters, “Scared the shit out of me. Like I lost you or something.”

You shrug, causing your nose to nudge his. “Took myself out to dinner.” 

He squeezes his eyes shut, “I’m so sorry Baby. About everything. About speaking to you like that, for not respecting you, for eating your chicken, for eating dinner without you, for letting you walk out, for not chasing after you, for making you scared of me.” His voice broke at the last part.

“I’m not scared of you.” 

“You were, and you never will be again. I never want to see you back away from me. I think my heart might literally shatter.” 

You brace your hands on his chest, and your eyes widen at how fast his heart is beating. “Honey, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Okay.” He nods, gulping back his emotions.

“Breathe Baby.” 

“I just, I’m trying to wrap my mind around how I treated you.”

“Raul,” You sigh.

“I mean, fuck, I’ll beat any dudes face in for speaking to you with disrespect, but how do I beat my own face in?” 

“Don’t beat your face in, I happen to quite like it.” You grin.

“Stop, don’t lighten the mood.” He shakes his head.

“I forgive you,” You fist his shirt, tugging him closer to you. “We just need a code word for nights like tonight. That way the other knows we're in a bad mood.” 

“Nights like tonight are never happening again. So fuck a code word.” 

You stare at him, face void of emotion. “Raul.” 

“It’s never happening again. I won’t ever, ever, put myself in a position of losing you.” 

“Okay.” You nod, knowing his working himself up again.

“I love you, so much.”

“I love you too.” You smile. 

“Can we go back to my place?” He asks softly. “I really need to hold you tonight, but I also need to pamper you and I got all this new stuff and-”

You cut him off with a kiss. Catching him off guard, smiling against his lips when he goes “umph” but then melts into it. 

“Take me home.” You mutter against his lips.

[tobin-heaths]

Attention

request: Reader tries to act all dominant but melts as soon as Hope is near? Like maybe she’s bragging around and lying that she’s able to Top Hope in bed, but then Hope hears and proves she’s actually a bottom

pairing: Hope Solo x Reader

words: 887

You were resting on the grass taking a break from practice with your usual group of friends slash pranksters. Sonny, Lindsey, Mal, Sam and Rose were with you, stretching their limbs or plucking the grass underneath them.

"How was your weekend?" You asked and leaned back onto your elbows, bathing in the sun. Meanwhile you noticed Hope and the other goalkeepers coming to a rest as well not too far from you.

You zoned out as your friends started arguing about who had the coolest weekend and focused on your girlfriend.

"All I'm saying is you can't beat Waffle House, that's it, okay? You just can't. That's scientifically proven. Shut up." Sonny argued, cackling at the others. You rolled your eyes.

"Hey, earth to Y/N. Yeah you– how was yours? What did you guys do?" Lindsey snapped her fingers in front of your face and pointed in the direction of Hope.

"Huh? What? Oh, it was good. I stayed at home with Hope. Just some Netflix and chill." You explained, eyes remaining on her form as she took off her gloves.

"Don't let Kelley hear that, she might get a headache trying to wrap her mind around the concept of Netflix and chill." Sam joked.

From somewhere along the field you were able to hear a faint "Hey! I heard that!" Looking over your shoulder you found Kelley glaring at you and Sam.

"Do tell, how's Hope in bed? You never tell me any dirty details anymore. Spill the beans, now is your chance, idiot." Emily smacked the back of your head so you would focus on them again.

"Pervert." You glared at her and wanted to punch her back but she dodged it and stuck her tongue out at you. "She's real good, especially on her back for me." You smirked.

"Yeah as if. Have you ever seen Hope? With those arms? That woman won't ever bottom for you."

"Better believe it then. She bottoms for no one but me." You winked at her and held your head high.

"Hi, guys. What are you up to?" Your shoulders tensed, your head whipping around to see Hope standing behind you, arms on her hips, smirking down at you. You knew for a fact that she had heard every single little thing.

"Speaking of the devil." You muttered, hoping she wouldn't catch that but you knew she would anyway.

"Hey, baby. How's practice going?" You asked, staring up at her, batting your eyelashes in fake innocence, trying your hardest to not become putty in her hands as she grinned down at you.

"Better than expected actually. Made a couple good saves. Can't complain. You look a bit wet though, babygirl." Your eyes widened slightly, your cheeks heating up, hoping that the others didn't catch the nickname. Hope never really used any of those in public, not unless people weren't within earshot.

"I might have heard Netflix and chill was super fun too, no?" Sonny asked, taking a sip from her water bottle. Your eyes shot invisible daggers her way.

"My wrist is still a bit sore. Nothing I can't handle." You wanted the ground to swallow you as Sonny spit out her water, half choking to death while the rest laughed. Hope grinned as you blushed a mad shade of red and left you to your own defeat.

"Wait, what does that mean?" Mal asked, looking hopelessly lost. "It's better you don't know." Sam assured, patting the top of her head.

Your friends would never let you live this down again. Groaning, you fell onto your back and buried your face in your hands.

"Hope a bottom my ass! Liar. She totally ate you alive a second ago. I'm a firm believer that you have no ability to top her at all, loser."

"Dude, if you don't shut the fuck up– nah, that's it!" You jumped to your feet as Emily did the same, her eyes wide like saucers. "Please don't kill me. I don't deserve this!" She yelled, running away from you as fast as her legs could carry her, throwing her bottle to the side.

You were quick to follow her over half the field, passing almost all of your teammates on the way, screaming a quick 'sorry' whenever you were close to bumping into someone.

"Stop running you coward!" You yelled, almost able to reach the back of her shirt to pull her back. Your plans were cut short though. As you passed Hope she seized her chance and caught you by your waist, lifting you off the ground with ease and placed you back on the ground in front of her.

You groaned. "Not you too, please."

"You better behave, baby." Hope seemed to enjoy herself very much, if that wide grin was anything to go by.

You wanted to bang your head against a wall and never come back. "She's literally standing right there, Hope. Why you gotta do this to me." You whined.

"You can take it, sweet girl, or would you rather prove all of what you just proudly told your friends?" One eyebrow raised she stared down at you, silently testing you.

"Fine." You grumbled in defeat and broke free to join Megan's side who wanted to pass the ball with you. This would be a long, tiring day.

[cosmiclatte28]

#2 Miracles in December (Kai x you)

Second day of Christmas 

Miracles in December (Kai x you)

I do not own the pictures, but I own the stories :) hope you enjoy this

“Closed,” you grunt in defeat when the last café on the street you’re strolling in also placed a closed sign on their door.

You turn your head to check if you missed any stores or not, but well you didn’t miss any! Every shop just decided to close earlier, and this was totally unexpected. It’s your first Christmas in Seoul and you did not know the shops always close earlier on Christmas week. Great what a good friend Baekhyun is for forgetting to mention this! The cold wind gushes and you shudder from the cold wind. It’s cold but not really freezing. Your coat and thermal sweater are enough to at least keep you warm until you find maybe a small market or just a place to sit and warm your body.

You glance to see not much people are roaming in this street, funny that you remember last week this place was crowded but now there is only you and some strangers who happen to also be looking for a place to take shelter.

The bus stop is on the other block and the MRT is also quiet a long walk, you don’t feel safe walking to the MRT station by yourself in the cold and empty road. You take out your phone and type to look up the closest store that is open here, but the internet shows you all stores are closed.

“Great! Now I am going to freeze as I walk my way to the station.”  Your shoulder slump and you sadly go back to walk on the road that took you here.

“Looks like everything is closed here!” A man yelled in defeat and your ear perks up.

You turn your body around to see someone in long coat also slouching his shoulder when he read the “closed” sign on every door.

You laugh and it caught his attention, “Yeah it was a bummer I was walking around looking for café to sit by and turns out everything is closed already!”

He squints his eyes to see you but failed, so he walks to you.

“Ah you’re also by yourself! Yeah I did not know they always close up earlier in Christmas week.” He sways on his feet. He suddenly reaches out his hand from his pocket, “My name is Kai, I am not going to hurt you.” He giggles when you grab his hand and shake it, “I’m (y/n) and I am also not a baddie. I was just stranded here cold and surprised no stores are open.”

“Oh you’re also new here?” he sounds interested.

You know you shouldn’t be telling a stranger your stories, but here you are the cold winter night makes you blurt everything out.

“Yeah I just moved two weeks ago, and my friend did not mention this. I was planning to see-“ he cuts you in “See the lights?” his eyes twinkle and you stop to shake your head in disbelief

“Sorry I cut you!” he runs a hand over his neck, suddenly feeling shy for losing his manners.

You shake your head, “No need to be sorry! Yes I want to see the Christmas lights.”

He frowns, “Why are you here then? It’s in the middle of the city!”

You give out a huff, “I took the wrong MRT route!”

He checks his watch, “Actually it’s not too late yet to catch the bus and reach the center of the city. Do you want to go with me? I know the route.”

You can’t say how grateful you are to meet him and happen to have the same destination.

“That’s very nice of you, Kai.” You clap eagerly and he starts walking ahead of you. You copy his long strides and you tighten your jacket when the wind blows harder. The two of you start talking to one another, getting to know your favorite music, films, where you work at and basically talking about how a warm red bean bun will taste so good right now. You were laughing when the two of you meet a busier street and more people can be seen walking to a bus station.

The wind blows again and you know you’re going to have an aching throat because the wind can reach your neck. You forgot your scarf and now you regret not taking it.

“Here, you look like you need it more.” Kai suddenly stops and you stop too. He unwinds the scarf on his neck and carefully place it over your neck. He wraps it securely over your neck and you blush.

“Thank you, but what about you?” you feel bad for him.

He shakes his head and just puts on the hoodie of his coat “The bus station is near and you’re freezing there.”

You cannot explain how nice he is, as the two of you reach the bus stop, it is right on time that your bus arrives.

“let’s go, it’s this one number 87 going to the central park.” Kai pulls you into the bus and with that the two of you find your seats.

The ride was quiet long, so you spend the time by sharing music from your earphone. This is such a cliché but you never expect this to happen to you in real life with a stranger who you chose to trust and believe.

After ten songs, you begin to see the lights of the sky scraper and the advertising boards. It’s totally different! The vibes here really scream Christmas and you cannot take your eyes off the window like a kid.

“So pretty!” you point to the lights and Kai plays along, he chuckles but lets you scream and squeal when you see how the lights twinkle in the dark.

“Oh it’s starting to snow! There’s a café there, I think we can sit inside and see the lights.” Kai guards your shoulder because the area is a bit crowded and he didn’t want to lose you.

You follow his lead and reach a comfortable warm café. You buy him a cup of hot drink and sit by the window.

“You’re right the snow is falling and glad we’re already here!” you sip on your cocoa and he smiles.

“I’m always sitting here when I go to see the light show. Oh did you know they will put a light show on the Christmas tree every 9 pm? It’s just 2 minutes away.” Kai also sounds like a kid who cannot hold back his excitement.

You gasp in surprise, “Really? Wow!”

He was not lying, when your phone clock turns to 09.00 pm the streets are crowded with people but you can still see the big Christmas tree starting to do a light show.

You cannot take your eyes off from the mesmerizing lights and so does Kai. If someone took a picture of both of you right now, you’ll see two big kids glued on the lights like moth when they see lights!

“Pretty right? Quite fascinating… even better because this year I did not watch this by myself.” Kai speaks up after the last light goes back to normal.

You almost choke on your drink, are you hearing him correctly?

“I know it may sound too fast, but you’re making my heart flip.” Kai admits and looks away from you.

You throw him a smile and reach out for his hand on the table, “Well we can take this slowly. You can walk with me home and take your scarf back tomorrow after I wash it.”

He huffs and looks around only to freeze when he sees that actually above the two of you a mistletoe was hung. His hand was slumped, and you let it go, confused by his action.

You follow his gaze and your jaw hung open. “Um not too fast.” You chuckle nervously and he looks relaxed “Yep I was afraid when I saw that too!”

Both of you burst into a laugh and you boldly grab his hand on the table “Well Kai, it was good knowing you! Shall we go back? It’s running a bit late, and if our direction is the same we can take the bus. If not then I’ll see you around here tomorrow.” You ask him and he thinks for a while.

“My house is north, where are you going?”

You point the other way, “South. Guess my second option works better.”

He nods “Sure, take a good care of that scarf, it’s from my father. His last gift for me.”

You touch it and hold back your tear, really he trust you this much?

“I will, don’t worry! Okay then thank you Kai! I’ll see you here tomorrow?”

He steps outside of the café and stands beside you.

He glances to you one more time, “Yes by mid-day sharp. Have a great night.”

You turn your heel and wave him goodbye, after you’re gone from his peripheral view Kai squeals in delight when he finally find someone to spend the end of year with.

“(y/n)… what an interesting sweetheart! Thanks dad, your scarf really brings love and warmth.” He smiles to the stars on the sky and walks home with light heart and feet.

Turns out  miracle in December is not a myth.

  see you tomorrow! 

Christmas masterlist

[toothlessturtle21]

Beer Bottle Blues

I already lost count of how many oneshots I’ve posted, oops. Welp, here’s another one! CW: alcohol, Kai being tipsy, referenced character death. Enjoy!

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After his boyfriend blows himself up to save Ninjago, Kai finds himself at a bar every night to try and forget his loss, even if only temporarily. However, he'll have to confront his feelings sooner than he'd like to when a certain blonde ninja shows up to tug him away from the bar countertop.

Kai drank the last of his bottle, slamming the glass on the bar counter with a quiet grunt. The room was slightly hazy, the effects of downing two bottles of beer in a relatively short time period taking its toll on his mind. He traced the woodgrain with his eyes, ignoring the bustle of both snakes and humans alike as they moved around the dimly lit hole-in-the-wall. His mind seemed simultaneously both dead and alive at the same time, thinking of nothing and everything at once.

But as he looked at his empty bottle, the condensation slowly dripping down the cold brown glass, his thoughts sharpened to the reason why he was hanging out in a seedy bar anyway. Zane was dead.

He had watched his partner of over a year, best friend in the whole world, and love of his life blow up in front of his eyes. Well, not exactly, but he had felt the rumble pass through his body as he hid beneath the sewer lid, huddling with the rest of the team for cover.

Like a coward, he told himself. He should have been the one in his boyfriend's place, Zane didn't deserve to die the way he did, especially not when he had just met another android, one that understood how he felt and experienced the world. He had spoken at Zane's funeral out of duty, knowing his boyfriend would have wanted him to honor him out of everyone. He had held it together long enough to say some words about the lovely person his boyfriend had been, but Nya had cradled him that night as he broke down sobbing in her arms.

He hadn't spoken to the team in weeks, only keeping vague contact with his sister to let her know she wasn't dead. Nya thought he was out clearing his mind around Ninjago, not wasting his nights away getting drunk in a bar, only switching up the location to keep bartenders from getting suspicious. Eventually, he had landed at one that didn't seem to notice that he was the red ninja, or at least didn't care. It was nice, to not have expectations surround you as you tried to drown out your grief with cheap beer.

Speaking of beer, he flagged down the bartender, who passed him another opened bottle with barely a second glance. He took a quick swig, and glanced around once more. A Hypnobrai was on his right, sipping a whiskey while a Fangpyre laughed with him one more seat down. It almost reminded Kai of his and Jay's antics, but as far as he cared at the moment, Jay didn't even exist.

Even thinking about his former teammates was enough to cause bile to threaten to spill, his friends a painful reminder of his lost love. He hoped there was an afterlife for the Ninja of Ice after all, maybe even with his dad. Kai thought bitterly that his creator deserved to spend a peaceful life with Zane more than Kai did, as he knew how badly Zane had grieved after his father passed once more. His mind drifted back to long nights spent awake, holding his boyfriend in his arms as Zane cried, the heartache of losing his father for the final time too much to bear.

Oh, what Kai would give for even five more minutes of holding the android in his arms.

He blinked away the new mist in his eyes, and gulped down the rest of his drink. It stung his throat on the way down, a helpful distraction from the thoughts of his former boyfriend, and the haze helped keep them away as he drank into the night.

---

Much to his surprise, the bar was not as secretive as he had previously thought. The next night, when he returned, he only had the chance to down two bottles before a hand shook his shoulder. Kai turned his head in agitation, ready to tell some drunk Serpentine to screw off, but he was greeted by a familiar blonde face.

"Lloyd? What're you-"

"You're drunk."

The blunt statement surprised Kai's hazy brain, and he blinked before answering.

"So wha-? What d'you want?" He slurred, but only slightly (or so he thought). Lloyd just quirked his mouth in annoyance and pity, tugging gently on Kai's sleeve.

"C'mon, you shouldn't be in here."

"Why?" Kai bit, trying to drain the last from his bottle, which was snatched away by the Green Ninja in a hurry.

"Stop that."

"Go away," Kai grumbled, turning away sulkily, and Lloyd narrowed his eyes.

"Kai, you're being childish. Just come with me, please."

"Why should I?" He didn't spare Lloyd a glance, and the blonde didn't respond for a few moments, the roar of the crowd around them filling both of their ears.

"I miss you," He admitted, the same hand that shook his shoulder earlier merely coming to rest on it. "It's been pretty lonely without any of you. I haven't been able to track down Cole, and Jay or his manager hasn't returned any of my calls."

"Jay... has a what now?" Kai eyeballed Lloyd's expression for any jokes, and came up short.

"I'll explain, you just gotta trust me. Please, man."

"Fine, fine," Kai slapped down a twenty, enough for both beer bottles (he had memorized the prices by now), and followed Lloyd out with a sunken expression. Outside, the night was cool, and the freezing wind was both sobering and terrifying.

"That was... quite the place you were in," Lloyd began, leading Kai down the streets, presumable to return to a less seedy part of town. "What made you end up with a bunch of Serpentine?"

"All the other bars just hounded me. That one doesn't give a shit that I was the Fire Ninja."

"You still are, y'know," The Green Ninja said quietly, almost as if holding himself back.

"Huh?"

"You're still a ninja. Just because we're down one doesn't mean we can't still be a team-"

"It's not a team without him," Kai interrupted, surprised at how quickly emotions leapt out, clogging his throat. "Never will be."

Lloyd was quiet after that, simply walking beside Kai, deep in thought. The brunette sighed heavily, turning towards Lloyd when his voice was no longer threatening him with a puberty-worthy crack.

"I know you don't know what it feels like, kid, but I can't go back after all that."

"I miss him too, Kai. He was one of my best friends. I can't imagine what it's like for you," Lloyd tried not to let his pity show too much on his face, but he obviously failed, as Kai rolled his eyes playfully and pulled the blonde in for a side hug.

"Alright Green Bean, I'll bite. Where're we going?"

"Home," Lloyd grinned, and Kai knew he couldn't turn back now. "Uh, I have some leftover takeout, if you want it."

"You pulled me out of a bar just to shovel greasy shit in my mouth? Real healthy there, Lloyd," Kai teased, and Lloyd laughed, and it almost made Kai happy for a split second before his heart sank once more.

"Wait."

Kai stopped in his tracks, and Lloyd turned around from a few paces ahead.

"I- I can't go back. That means seeing his old room. Nobody's touched it since, right?"

"I know I haven't," Lloyd gnawed on his lip, guilt chewing at the corners of his mind. "Same with Nya. We just can't stand even knowing it's there."

"I just can't," Kai shook his head, not moving from his spot on the pavement. "I'm not ready."

"It's been a month," Lloyd stated blankly, not intended as a jab. The words hung in the air, and Kai blinked slowly.

"Already?"

"Yeah."

More silence. Each ninja stared at the other, Lloyd waiting for a continuation, and Kai not sure how to move forward.

"I think alcohol is gross," Kai stated, and the Green Ninja looked surprised, but let his friend continue. "But it helped me not think during the night, which was when I was at my worst before. I didn't like thinking."

Lloyd hummed in sympathy, taking a step towards the Fire Ninja.

"Nya still thinks I'm off in the mountains somewhere," Kai chuckled humorlessly, his eyes meeting Lloyd's as a chilly wind tousled their hair. Kai both relished in and despised the cold that it brought with it. "Also, bars are warm. It's not exactly the beach out here. Being cold just doesn't sit right anymore."

Lloyd stepped forward again, wrapping his arms around Kai for a fragile hug. Kai returned it hesitantly, relieved when the heat of the Green Ninja's body was so different to the cold one he was so used to being close to.

"I miss him, Lloyd," Kai buried his head into tufts of blonde hair, reveling in the physical contact that he didn't realize he needed. "I just want him back."

Before Kai knew it, he was crying. Lloyd was holding him close under the street light they happened to be standing under, rubbing gentle circles into Kai's back as he poured his heart out into Lloyd's shoulder. It hurt the Green Ninja to see his friend in such a state, even with the knowledge of why he was such a mess.

As the crying waned and Kai's tears slowly turned to puffy eyes, he brought his head up and wiped at his face, red sleeve scratching at the sensitive skin.

"So," He choked out a small laugh, looking back towards the direction that Lloyd was leading him in earlier. "You said somethin' about Jay having a manager?"

When Kai had first read the note that Zane could be alive, he didn't know how to feel. On one hand, he was elated at the possibility that his lover could be out there somewhere, but on the other, the higher he let his hopes climb, the harder they would fall if it wasn't true.

Any doubts he had in his mind were thoroughly demolished once he saw his boyfriend standing next to Cole in the hot island sun. Zane scanned the surroundings, his now glowing blue eyes drinking in the people around him before they settled on Kai, the two holding eye contact for a moment before Kai broke into a sprint, flinging himself at his boyfriend, who caught him and held him fast.

Kai couldn't help it, he wrapped his arms around Zane's waist and buried his face into his chest, all of his pent up nerves and stress from the last while manifesting in happy sobs into Zane's prison clothes, his ever-gentle boyfriend pressing kisses to his forehead to guide him through it.

"Don't ever do that again, you fucking idiot," Kai mumbled into his shirt, and Zane laughed, the vibrations rumbling through Kai's body.

"I missed you too, Kai."

Although the two were broken apart shortly after to find their way off the island, they stayed close, Kai promising both himself and his partner that he would pamper the hell out of Zane for a week straight once they reached home, and the Ice Ninja smiled warmly at his boyfriend all the while.

[torikawa]

Tōru Oikawa FanFiction Part #1

'Mixed Realities' a love story between [F/N] [L/N] and Tōru Oikawa.

This Fanfiction includes the following~

Happy Ending

Sexual Themes

Explicit Words

Kinks

Friends to Lovers

Strangers to Lovers

Sad scenarios in the Middle

Fluff

Comedy

[F/N] = First Name

[L/N] = Last Name

[N/O/S] = Name Of School

[F/N] [L/N], a girl who attends to [N/O/S] was known to be a Huge Otaku and the newest Manager of the Boys Volleyball Team. She's a huge fan of the Anime Haikyuu! Looking up to the Characters especially Oikawa. She thought of him as such an amazing character who deserved the world! She basically Simped for him whenever she could.

"Did you see the new Episode?! Oikawa showed up for less than a second but I think I fell for him all over again" [F/N] said with a grin spreading across her face, her eyes glued onto the Screen Shot she took of him.

"Here she goes again." Julien muttered under his breath, glaring daggers into [F/N]'s smaller figure.

"Oh come on! Hearing her rant about her 2D Boyfriend is honestly funny-" Ace laughed in.

"No wonder she's still single, too busy SIMPING for guys who don't exi-" Interrupted by a sharp smack on the shoulder, Leon choked on his food.

"Oh come on! You can't deny that he's the hottest Character in Haikyuu!!" [F/N] chimed in between the boys Laughter.

"You say that about every guy in Haikyuu." Julien dead panned.

"You're just salty that I don't talk about Sakusa as much!"

"Tch." He looked away, his nose scrunching up along with his mask.

"Pfft, don't be mad Juju!" [F/N] squeezed Julien's cheek through his mask, pink scattering across his cheeks as he swats her hand away.

He muttered a small 'whatever' before he got up and walked away.

"Mmm, I think our own little Sakusa likes you [F/N]" Ace said with a snicker.

"He has a point. Julien's a huge Germaphobe yet he treat you as if you're the only pure/clean thing that exists" Leo added, his words mumbled from him chewing on his food.

[F/N] stared at her 2 Friends, dumbfounded. She slowly looked away before moving a strand of her hair behind her ear. She couldn't bring herself to see Julien looking at her as someone more than just a friend.

He was tall, handsome, smart, and above all the boy who the girls swoon over in the School. But there aren't any proof of him liking her, atleast not yet?

"I still can't believe that, but anyways! It's almost practice, we should probably get going or we'll be late" She got up slowly, slinging her bag over her shoulder right shoulder.

Ace and Leo sighed in anticipation, upset about how stupid their little manager was when it came to romance.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at the Gym, Julien and the rest of the Team were already practicing their serves.

"You guys are a bit late" The coach said with a sympathetic smile.

"Sorry we wer-"

"[F/N] ate so much, we had to wait for our little manager to be finished because we didn't want her left alone" Ace said with a snort. Causing Leo to burst out of laughter as he jogged towards the rest of the team.

[F/N] gave Ace a smack on the arm, her face beat red. It caused most of the boys who were practicing their serves to snicker.

Meanwhile, Julien kept his stone cold face. Simply not bothered by the fact the others were basically dying of laughter by now. Though as his eyes landed on his dear Friend, a teasing smile spread across his face.

[F/N] looked away embarrassed, trying her best to avoid Julien's teasing gaze.

After 2 hours of practicing, it finally came to an end. With [F/N] handing out each of the Players water bottles.

For Julien, she had to rub the shit out of his bottle. It was something she had to do before handing it to him. Of course at first, she was kind of offended. But now that she was one of the few people who were actually able to touch him, it made her feel special.

"Here" [F/N] said with a smile on her face, slowly handing Julien his Bottle. He stared down at her, nodding before giving a small 'thanks'

She ended up walking home alone today, Julien had to get home fast to take care of his Nephew, Ace had to go out with his Girlfriend, and Leon as usual walked on a different path since he lived in the opposite direction.

It didn't take long for her to reach her front door. She reached into her pockets and pulled out her keys, professionally sticked it into the keyhole with a turn, causing the door to open.

"I'm home!" [F/N] screamed out, but then a sudden shock hit her. Her parents were off on a vacation, so she'd have to live alone for a few weeks. "Oops- Forgot"

Slowly, she took her shoes off. Placing them ever so gently against the shoe rack before ascending the stairs of her house. But then, that's when she realized. Something felt so off about her surroundings, but why?

[F/N] continued her way towards her bedroom slowly, her legs shaking with each step she took.

Her hand pressed against the door as she pushed it open, revealing her bedroom. She stepped inside cautiously, her eyes scanning her room.

A minute passed with her standing still. And yet nothing happened. 'Huh, I guess it was just my imagination-' Though before she could step forward to enter her room fully, a large hand grasped her mouth, forcefully pinning her against the wall.

"Who the fuck are you and where the Hell am I?" The dark figure yelled out, his hand still dangerously close to choking her. She couldn't tell who this was, and she couldn't have known why the Hell this person was here in the first place!

[F/N] felt a surge of fear flow through her body as she whimpered against the touch.

"Are you gonna talk or stay quiet?"

"P-Please..- I have no idea why you're here just please let me go!"

The boy eventually let go of her neck, stepping back while letting out a sigh.

[F/N] didn't hesitate to flick the lights on, snapping her head back to the boy. Only to have her eyes widen and her mouth open. 'N-No way..-' she thought in her head.

The Boy infront of her stood at over (6'0"), chocolate brown hair, and eyes. The features of his body were all so familiar with her.

"Oi..Oikawa..-?" [F/N] muttered, loud enough for the boy to hear.

"How do you know my name" Oikawa deadpanned, his cold eyes staring down at her smaller figure.

"I...no w-way- this can't be happening I.. this is a d-dream I..-" She stepped forward, causing him to step back in confusion and fear.

He wasn't used to his surroundings, nor was he used to having to look at a mirror with his different yet similar face.

"Stay back, I don't know who you are." Tōru kept his distance from her, he didn't show any fear whatsoever. But deep down he was panicking. Where was he? How did he get here? And why was he here?

[F/N] sighed, calming down a bit to hold herself back from bursting out into tears. She looked into Oikawa's half lidded eyes and began to explain how he was a Fictional character she looked up to, a character who wasn't supposed to exist but yet still ended up being in her room PHYSICALLY. Was this a way of God giving her a Gift? A gift of someone she treasured and looked up to the most? Perhaps.

Tōru's eyes softened, he scanned her room only to look at the merch [F/N] baught of himself. It's crazy to believe, but it's the only logical explanation; How he ended up transferring into a different reality, a different dimension. It all made sense in his head but it was hard to believe. How could this girl look so calm? Was she expecting this? Though, she was caught off guard when she realized who he was. So Oikawa shook off the thought, and eventually let out a smile.

"Is it alright if I stay here until I figure out a way to head back..?" He questioned, his head tilting to the side as his usual yet none genuine smile spread across his cheeks. He wanted to deal with this situation without having to face it alone.

"O-Ofcourse..!" [F/N] quickly looked around, before settling her bag on her [F/C] bean bag.

"Do you live alone?"

"Oh, actually I live with my Parents but they're off on a vacation for 3 weeks"

"I see~" Oikawa hummed, before plopping himself on her bed. He may look and act calm and collected. But inside he was worrying about how his friends and family would act with his sudden disappearance from his own reality.

"Are you okay? Do you feel hungry? I could cook for you if you want" [F/N] said as she sat beside him.

Tōru was caught off guard from her sudden approach, but he paid no mind. He didn't get any harmful nor dangerous vibes from the stranger.

"Actually, I'm not hungry at all. But I do have a question or two that I would like for you to answer"

"Ask awayyyy!" [F/N] said with a huge goofy grin her face, causing the setter to let out a chuckle. She couldn't keep in her excitement with having her idol infront of her.

"Pfft, now, what's your name Stranger?"

"Stra- ah right- I'm [F/N] [L/N]"

"Ah~ what a cute name [F/N]-chan! Is it alright if I call you that or are you uncomfortable with it?" Tōru asked with a tilt of his head.

"A-Actually I don't mind you calling me by my first name.. But, that means I get to call you Tōru-kun then!"

"Tōru, just call me Tōru." He replied softly.

[F/N] could practically feel her heart flutter. Was she really falling for Oikawa for real? Was he really THE Oikawa Tōru..

Little did she know, this was the start of an unbreakable bond. A bond that will soon blossom into romance.

[Original Idea, do not steal]

[fireheartfaery]

Saving You

Not Ciara writing another gay crackship fic because she got addicted and needed to get something down even though she has no talent and it's too much pressure to write for canon couples in this Fandom because all the fanfic authors are so incredibly talented and she's just a lil bean in a big pot.

Anyway if you want to check out the only other fanfiction I've ever written for this Fandom here it is (spoiler alert it's rowcan).

TW: blood, violence

Edit: meu amor means my love in Portuguese (hopefully. I don’t speak Portuguese so i’m hoping google didn’t lie to me)

Azriel lands on the snow capped mountain with little more than a whisper. The footprint impression in the snow is barely visible. But it doesn't matter how quiet he is because the deafening screams coming from inside that blackened cave drown out any sound he may have made. Even the vultures that usually circle this mountain, feasting on the decaying bodies that get thrown out, are nowhere to be found now. His black swirls of power reaching for the world dance towards the cave, towards the pain within. He smiles, and it looks like destruction.

Ever so slowly, deliberately, he walks into the mountain that snuffs out light, kills dreams and he becomes the darkness itself.

The first thing he smells is the coppery tang of blood and his rage flickers. A soft red glow begins to illuminate the passage he prowls. His anger burns. He steps into a room, charcoal figures laughing at the armoured red light in the middle of them. He is an inferno.

"Leave him alone." He says softly. He knows they hear because backs stiffen.

His shadows are already weaving themselves through the figures, sussing out weaknesses, places to exploit, fun. They whisper in his ears but his focus is solely on the person in the center of the room. The red glow is coming from them, little jewels the colour of rubies, blood, decorating their body.

"What did you say?" A creature snarls, moving towards him.

"Let him go." He doesn't enjoy repeating himself. It's a waste of energy that gets depleted far too quickly.

"Why don't you make us Illyrian." The thing spits the title like it's dirt on its tongue.

"I don't want a fight." His voice is still so quiet. His eyes glance to the tank of water at the far end of the cave and he knows what they used it for. He's used that same tactic more times than he has fingers to count.

His gaze mists with fury as he takes everything in. Ropes wrap like jewellery around the person in the chair and long, inky hair plasters to sheened skin.

"Keep your shadows away from us!" Something growls.

"Give me my soul." He snaps back.

"Your what?" They look confused, leathery skin bunching as they frown at him. And then one of them giggles. It sounds like sharp nails on broken slate.

"He is your soul?" It crackles, "Gods you two are disgusting."

"Let's just kill them both." One pipes up, hunger rasping it's voice.

"Good plan."

And then faster than Azriel can blink they're pouncing on him: beady, swamp eyes bright with evil and scaly fingers reaching for his exposed skin.

He closes his eyes to them, wishing he had the space to block his nose too. Ever so slowly ice starts to slush in his veins. He can feel their toying, thinking he's surrendered. They same something in a language lost to explosions and extinction and he wonders briefly, pinned under their massive bodies if he'll ever learn all the languages of the world. The sapphires at his shoulders, on his chest start to glow. The ice in his veins is unbreakable. He opens is eyes. Everything shatters. And three creatures turn to dust and shards raining down over him.

There is a vile screech and he hears someone slice skin. With what he doesn't because he's already moving through the crowd. He is a whirlwind, a blizzard, chaos-incarnate. Power thrums in his fingers as he slams a fist into what could be a gut. The floor trembles underneath him, like even it is afraid of the warrior it holds.

The creatures flock to him like birds, beasts, vultures. They claw and shriek and snap razored teeth. He obliterates them. A look, a blade that sings secrets, and jewels of power flowing through him. He is invincible.

One of them blocks his path, "He is dead Illyrian. You are too late."

Azriel plunges a hand into its chest, bones cracking as he rips out its husk of a heart.

"Too late, too late, too late." They start to hum, crowding him.

A discarded body lies in a pool of maroon, a flickering red light surrounding it.

The Shadowsinger's mind goes blank. A claw plunges into the hollow of his throat. He tastes iron. The ice in his veins melt. The world goes black. And the demon inside him opens an eye.

Azriel rips his throat away from the puncturing nail and smiles like sin. True fear enters the creature’s eye but before it can save itself it is nothing but debri. The world narrows to each thing as they enter his- the demon's- line of vision. And one stumbling, shaky foot at a time he moves across the room. Obliterating anything that so much as breathed.

When he turns around to survey the destruction he is pleased to see twitching limbs and a trail of hearts following him. The demon inside him licks its lips. He thanks it and it settles back to sleep once more.

With a deep breath he turns to see the person he had come for. A strangled noise catches in his throat as he falls to his knees and cradles the unmoving body. Those red stones had flickered out, dull and dusty against his own bright blue ones.

"Cassian." He chokes on a sob.

"Please." This is not real.

"Meu amor, please!" The dam in his chest breaks.

Tears fall hot and fast onto their black armour but he doesn't bother to brush them away, just cradles his soul in his arms and rocks back and forth.

An earthy brown hand twitches. He does not notice. Lost in his grief, pain. Hazel eyes gently blink open.

"Az?" A confused rasp echoes through the cave.

Azriel stops moving, gaze sliding down. He isn’t quite sure this is real. There's every possibility he's dreaming.

"Cas?"

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"I— You—" He doesn't have words, doesn't know how to form them. His tongue is lead.

"Did I pass out?" Cassian looks over himself trying to find injury or cause for his unconscious state. "I don't understand."

For there is nothing there. No stab wound, or claw mark, or anything.

"You're alive?" The Shadowsinger is still frozen.

"I don't think any harm was done to me?" Cassian frowns. He was sure he had been tortured for three days at least. But there is nothing. Not even a scar.

"I heard them bring a sword down on you," He mutters, "I heard them hurt you."

But suddenly it doesn’t matter because they’re here and they’re together, and they’re alive. So he cups a warm brown cheek and sears their lips together. It’s like drugs, and addiction, and home. He can taste blood, but there’s wood and forests and adventure there too. The shadows gather around them, like a blanket. Joy blooms in his chest, and the blue stones glow brighter. Cassian’s red ones spark back to life. They are power, and beauty. They are ethereal.

The General breaks away, gasping for breath, but a grin splits his face and happiness spills out. “I love you.”

Before Azriel can reply he gasps. A burning as hot as lava blooms on his side. He looks down slowly and frowns at the growing stain of blood over his ribs.

"What happened?"

He can't talk as his throat opens up, and red spills down the pale column.

The Illyrian in his arms scrambles up and grabs his chin, alarm flashing neon in his eyes. "What the fuck is going on?"

He doesn't know how to tell his love, his heart, his soul that the demon does not do things for free. That he suffers the injuries of every creature it kills. He does not know how to tell Cassian that he asked the demon to take his injuries too.

So instead he grabs those long, supple fingers and places it on his chest. Their gazes clash, and the sea finally meets the earth.

He smiles through the pain. Taps three fingers to the red stone on the Illyrian's chest. I love you. He blinks once. And the Shadowsinger sings no more.

[prettyboypeterparker]

Peter waddles in front of Happy as the older man escorts him through the underground car park, Peter’s suppose to be meeting Tony in his office for lunch but Peter’s appointment ran later then expected so he’s going to surprise him during his meeting, Peter had made sure with Pepper that it wasn’t an important one so he wouldn’t be interrupting his loves work.

“Do you need me to carry you?” Happy asks as they step into the elevator, Peter shakes his head and cradles his overly large belly.

Twins. Peter hasn’t expected twins but he got them anyways, Tony had been so stoked when he had told him, cried like a baby and had fallen to his knees to kiss Peter’s belly even though they were the size of a walnut at that point.

“I’m fine, honest.” Peter smiles at Happy and leans into Happys arm and scents over his jacket.

Peter never was really affectionate, his parents when he was young weren’t affectionate either so when his hormones started changing with his pregnancy suddenly he was over everyone. Peter had to scent everything with his Omegan smell so it would put him at ease. He usually rubs his neck raw when he scents Tony’s jaw, stubble burn is real and it fucking hurts.

“Are you sure? Because you’ll never be too heavy to pick up.” Happy insists, hand coming around to brush his scent along Peter’s wrist.

“Mmhm, I’m good. Thanks anyways.” The elevator dings when it reaches the eighth floor.

They walk out onto the floor with Happys hand on the small of Peter’s back, hovering nervously. Peter walks down the hallway until he reaches the red door at the end, it’s shut and most likely locked so no one wanders in, Peter stands by the door while he waits for Happy to unlock it.

“I’ll be here when you’re finished.” Happy says as he holds the door open for Peter.

“Thanks Hap.” Peter leaves the man by the door as he walks in, the first thing Peter notices is the smell. Tony must be in session.

Walking further into the room and around the small corner Peter sees Tony standing over a tied up man who’s slumped in his chair. Tony grabs the man’s chin and forces him to look up, the man looks like someone’s taken a meat pulveriser to his face. Their eyes meet and Peter watches as Tony throws a glance over his shoulder when he realises the guy isn’t looking at him.

“Hey sweetheart, I missed you at lunch. You good?” Tony says causally like he isn’t about to beat the man’s face in even further.

“My appointment ran later then I thought it would, peanut was being stubborn and wouldn’t let Dr Cho get a look at ‘em.” Peter and Tony has taken to naming the twins peanut and bean since they chose to keep the genders a surprise.

“Takes after you that’s why, you got any pictures for me gorgeous?” Peter moves closer and takes the sonogram from his satchel.

“Wish you coulda been there.” Tony drops the man’s chin and wipes his bloodied fingers on the guys shirt before taking the picture.

“Jesus, they’re so big now.” Peter stands beside his husband and leans into him, scenting him.

“Just think, in a couple more week they’ll be here with us.” Tony purrs deep in his throat causing Peter to chirp in return.

“Went by too quick, I’m gonna have to put more pups in you so I can keep you glowing baby.” Peter nods and leans up to kiss Tony softly.

“Anything for you Alpha.” Tony chuffs before taking a step back to breath.

“Why don’t you sit honey? I got some business to settle.” Peter sighs happily and drops into the leather sofa pushed up against the far wall.

His ankles thank him profusely and his spine blesses him from the relief.

“You need anything before I start?” Tony stands by the guy again hesitating as he hovers over a small metal table full of all types of good things.

“Nah, unless you got something good to eat on that table of yours?” Peters body is starting to go lax as the plush chair sucks his body further into its stuffing.

“No luck darling but I promise after I’ll buy you whatever you feel like, okay?” Peter nods and watches sleepily as Tony draws his fingers over a few metal instruments.

Tony decides on a pair of pliers, he squeezes them a few time’s in front of the guy before grabbing his hand specifically his index finger.

“Look, I’ve got a heavily pregnant Omega sitting over there who needs my undivided attention, so we can do this the quick and easy way where you tell me exactly what you told Beck or we’ll do it the hard and slow way where I pull each and every one of your nails out of your filthy fingers until I hear what I wanna hear? You don’t want me to disappoint my wife do you? You heard him, he’s real hungry and waiting patiently like a good Omega, so choose. Fast.” Tony threatens as he moves the pliers down to grab onto the guys fingernail. He starts to tug when the man stays silent.

“No no, stop I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you!” Tony smiles smugly.

“Good, that’s what I like to hear.” The guy groans and lets his head drop before starting.

Every once in a while when Tony doesn’t feel like he’s getting the whole truth or answer he pulls at the nail more and more until by the end he’s fully dislodge it.

“I’m glad we could do this the easy way.” Tony drops the pliers on the guys lap before picking up his switchblade, the one Peter bought him for their first anniversary.

It slices through the man throat like knife through butter, he chokes and struggles against his ties as Tony wipes the blade down on guys shirt.

“Tony?” Peter asks gently as Tony places the switchblade back on the table.

“Yeah honey?” Peter watches as Tony walks over to the industrial sink and turns the tap on, he holds his hands under the stream of water and scrubs.

“Need you.” He whines, hand coming to pull at his aching nipple through his dress.

“Course you do, watching me kill always gets you going doesn’t it angel?” Peter nods furiously as he shoves a hand between his legs, not getting far with the baby bump.

“Need my Alpha!” Peter squeals when Tony slams the tap off, he grabs at a towel and dries his hands quickly before stalking towards Peter.

“Hands off.” Tony demands as he kneels on the sofa, knees digging into the edge.

Peter stops touching himself and lets his arms hang by his sides.

“Good boy.” Tony reaches forward and starts to unbutton Peter’s dress until it parts for him.

“Alpha... Tony.” Peter moans as Tony’s mouth comes to suck on his puffy nipples, mouth tugging and drawing at the skin until it stings.

Peter holds Tonys head against his chest until he’s done laving his nipples, Tony draws his mouth down Peter’s chest, over his belly giving it a long kiss before dropping to the floor so his mouth is level with his panty covered cock.

“Such a delicate thing aren’t you? All wrapped up in the pretty things I buy you, living comfortably and happily. God it turns me on how much you’re kept. Turns me on that you let me take care of you baby, makes me feel like a good man when I know I’m not.” Tony says in between sucking bruises into Peter’s chubby thighs, another thing pregnancy has given him. He’s all curves and chubbiness now. Tony loves it.

“You’re such a good Alpha, taking care of his little ‘Mega, taking such good care of me.” Peter insists as he runs his fingers through Tony’s salt and pepper hair.

“Always. Mine. Forever.” Tony bites really hard into Peter’s thigh and he shakes as his orgasm is ripped from him.

Peter screams and claws at any thing his fingers can grab.

“Yours. Forever.” Peter promises, moaning when Tony laps at his panties, sucking useless Omega cum through the peach pink fabric. Gently brushing against his small cock, stimulating him in the worst and best of ways.

When Tony is done he stands and unbuckles his belt, harshly tugging his cock out and stripping it hard and fast. Peter manages to just rest the head on his lips, Tony’s knuckles brushing his swollen lips on every upstroke. With just a little suction on Peter’s side Tony’s coming quickly splattering over the bridge of Peter’s nose before he can suck the head into his mouth fully, cum flooding his mouth before being swallowed.

“Such a good boy.” Tony murmurs as he brushes a few curls off of Peter’s face, thumb rubbing the cum into his skin until it’s gone. Marking Peter.

Peter suckles on the head for awhile sucking until no more comes out, then just waiting for Tony to go soft so he can suck him back to hardness again.

“Gotta let me go if you wanna eat bug.” Tony says as he starts to pull away.

“But I can just have this. Always fills me up.” Peter sticks his tongue out, a small pool of fertile cum sits in the curve of his tongue. Peter swallows it loudly before looking up at Tony.

“Fuck. You’re gonna put me into an early grave brat.” Tony let’s Peter take his cock back into his mouth after a few minutes of Peter nuzzling at his crotch.

“Not before the babies are born.” Peter says around a mouthful. Tony nods and thrusts gently into his mouth.

Peter smiles and sucks happily. Hands cradling his belly.

[javisjeanjacket]

✍ Thank u very much!!

Vencuyanir

Prologue

“Well, it definitely was not well-paying.” mmm relatable ✋🏻😌

“There was a bond of sorts between them. Elena could feel, even pinpoint sometimes what the little bean was sensing, and knew that we was the same with her.” FORCE SENSITIVE READER???!!!

“The bond between Bean and her suddenly swelled, as if something clicked into place.” love how you still allowed Grogu and Din to have their moment!!

Such a great start to the series and the ending really compelled me to want more!

Ch.1

“The only thing she currently knew about their captor was that he did not talk much, and he had not displayed tendencies in being violent at random. He did not snap at her or at the baby to keep up. Yet.” I love being able to see Din from a captor’s perspective!

“He stared down at her, before sighing deeply. ‘...Thank you.’ Elena faked surprise. ‘Oh, you do have manners.’“ Precious boy Din!!!

Ch.2

“’Don’t touch me,’ he threatened quietly, and Elena instantly shrank back, heart pounding. Feeling a flush rise up in her face bacsue of how foolish she felt, she just held up her palms a little awkwardsly bevause of the cuffs, trying to placate him. He simply turned around, and ignored her timid, ‘I’m sorry.’“ !!! My heart panged ugh!

“The world suddenly went flying and she found herself pinned under the Mandalorian, his hand curling around her throat, the other pressing her into the ground. She gasped, both in shock and at the force with which he had slammed her into the ground, and clawed at his hand, scabbling underneath him.” NOT ME HAVING SOME THOTS DONT MIND MEEE

Ch.3

“Bean did not listen to him though, and just swallowed the mudjumper in one piece. He then burped loudly, beaming up at them and giggling. The Mandalorian sighed.” PRECIOUS

“Not daring to look up, she stood with her arms full of things, waiting for the Mandalorian to make space so she could pass through. Her heart was beating fast, limbs almost seizing up in fear the longer she and Bean were under his scrutiny. He did, after another moment where his visor was trained on them, and let them through. Almost fleeing from him, she did not know if she imagined the sigh he gave as the door to the bathroom shut with a click.“ OOPE MY HEART IS THUMPING

Ch.4

“You’re a cruel man,” she whispered, blinking furiously, feeling hot tears threatening to spill over.

The Mandalorian scoffed, half turning his head back to her. “Does that bother you?” It was the only thing he said before the ramp lowered, the sunlight from Arvala-7 streaming in. The Mandalorian left as soon as the ramp touched the ground, stalking across the rocky terrain of the desert, cutting an impressive figure with his rifle slung across the back and the glinting beskar helmet, the pram floating next to him.”

My heart!!! 😭😭

“She gave a start, and her head whipped around to where she suddenly knew Bean was. Some deep part in her reached across the bond, and felt him, sitting in his pram, whimpering to himself.

There was an impression of the Mandalorian being hurt. Badly. Heart pounding, she debated over what to do, panic swelling up in her. She was too far away to help, and if it was the Mudhorn, something that could hurt a Mandalorian, she had no chance against it anyways.“ !!!!! Ooh I love this connection

“It felt as if every fibre inside her had started to swell with some power, blood rushing in her veins, an instant connection to, well, everything. It surrounded everything around her, everything that was was inside her, an energy field, and it came directly from Bean.“ I KNEW IT

Ch.5

“I don’t believe you,” she spat, “I told you that he should have stayed! What were you thinking, taking him to get a Mudhorn egg? He could have died!” GET HIS ASS ELANA

“You know, running on stims is not–”“Are you the baby’s caretaker or mine?” The Mandalorian asked dryly.Elana glared at him. “Seems like I have to, if you’re stupid enough to fight a Mudhorn on stims.”“Cut the sass,” The Mandalorian growled, stepping closer, towering above her.“Make me,” she snarled without thinking, scooting back until her back hit the spare parts on the sledge, curling a protective arm around the sleeping Bean. FUCK FUCK FUCK THE TENSION

Ch.6

“She felt like a complete fraud, everything she did before to protect Bean? It was worth nothing, because he would give them up anyway. She could have tried to kill him before they left Arvala-7, but she did not. Never mind what would have happened, she could have killed him, stabbed him in his sleep while they were repairing the Razor Crest. She and Bean could have stayed at Kuiil’s place until they would have to leave again, seeking shelter somewhere else. If she had done that, Bean would not face capture tomorrow. If.” 🥺🥺💓💓

Ch.7

“Looking up into the small mirror cabinet, she winced at the puffiness of her eyes, how prominent the bruises under them were.“ mmm SAME

“Careful, please,” Elana pleaded, already taking a step towards them, but the doctor moved towards a device with a huge droid floating above, laying Bean down on the slab beneath it. The small one wriggled and tried to turn on his belly, but with one well placed palm on his body, Dr. Pershing stopped his efforts. He turned his head to Elana, struggling to move towards Bean despite the grip of the stormtrooper on her, desperation on her face” 🥺😭 no precious baby!!!!

Ch.8

“Dizzy,” she choked out as black spots danced in front of her eyes, and whispered “Really dizzy” as her knees buckled again, limbs seeming so heavy. He cursed low under his breath before snaking an arm around her waist, pulling her close to him and tugging her along.“Can you hold him or should I?” He asked, gesturing to the unconscious Bean. Her grip around her child tightened without her noticing.“I can hold him,” Elana managed, and with a nod, he pulled her further along, helping her stay upright.” din ugh!!!! Goddamn i love him

"He moved his body over hers, shielding her and Bean with his armour, a few shots glancing off the beskar as he held himself up on his elbows. “I’m sorry,” he grunted, his voice crackling through his modulator, sounding genuine, “I’m sorry for this.”Elana stared up at his helmet, at the T-visor, inches away from her face, and felt strangely empty.It should not matter that he is sorry. But it does.“ ahhh I love this part!

Ch.9

“Elana glanced down, and was surprised to see that most of the redness had receded, the wound still steadily closing. “Looks nice,” she said, her lips curving up once again, “Thank you for taking us to the medcenter.”“It was nothing,” the Mandalorian said quietly, helmet downturned, and he took a step back, giving her space.It wasn’t, though.And both of them knew that.“ oh my goodness so precious!!!!! Din baby! 😭

Ch.10

“It did make finding Bean a lot easier, Elana had to admit. She could always count on him clinging to the bounty hunter’s boots, or hiding under the pilot’s seat, a corner of the cape in his mouth, trying to scramble up onto the Mandalorian’s lap or just staying somewhere near him. The man had let him stay on the controls several times now, Bean being content in watching either the blue swirls of hyperspace for hours or the twinkling void of real space. He was especially fascinated with all the glowing buttons and switches in the cockpit, and Elana did not know if they would wake up some day and have the baby gleefully smashing at the control board.“

“Being on the Razor Crest with him was almost pleasant.”

!!!!! We love to see it! Daddy din 🥺

Ch.11

“He seemed to sense her internal turmoil, and worked against her unspoken fear by willingly watching Bean for a few hours without prompting. He would sit in the cockpit with the little one, explaining star charts and buttons to him with the patience of a saint, giving her moments in which she could be alone for a bit.”

“He turned around and looked at her, incredulously. “Why does he do that?” He asked, shoulders raised high in defense.“He likes you,” was her simple response, “get used to it.”

It's okay Grogu I would cling to din's boots too 😌

Ch.12

““Womp rat,” the Mandalorian said, and it almost sounded fond.“

THERE IT IS!!!

Ch.13

“Omera waved slightly. “Nonsense, you have a little one! I remember when my Winta was that small,” she sighed with a wistful note, “I would not want those sleepless nights back but…” Omera smiled down on Bean, “sometimes you just miss them being tiny and cute.”

Classic mom to mom convo absolutely adorable

“The girl nodded, big eyes earnest. “But the Mandalorian, he saved Bean and you, right?” Winta asked.

Elana gave a half shrug, eyes still fixed on the little child in front of her. “I suppose you could say that,” she heard herself saying absentmindedly as she straightened the collar of Bean’s robe.

“He seems very nice,” Winta said, “Mama said that he is.”

“Yeah, he is,” Elana said, and realised that it was both a reassurance for the little girl and for herself. If she disregarded what he had done prior to Nevarro, he would probably have been the kindest person she had met in years, helping with Bean and helping her to find somewhere they would be safe. But she would always keep Arvala-7 in mind”

!!!!!!! SCREAMING

All in all, a super cute series!!!

It was really easy to read and felt natural to the flow of canon! An adorable read, Rea!

[hermionemonica]

Cause I knew I was in love with you (when we sat in silence): Marichat May 2020 - Day 26

AO3 | For the @marichatmay

Collab with @lalunaoscura

DAY 1 | <-25 | 26 | 27->

Day 26 — Toe beans

“Hey Chat?” Ladybug turned around. They were just about to go home after the night's patrol.  

“Yes, m’ lady?”  

“Can you-" she hesitated a little. “Can you come a little later than usual tonight?”

The words set off a train of thoughts that made him feel warm and giddy inside.  

Ladybug is Marinette.

It had been three days since she had told him and yet every time he thought of it, he could not help but wonder how the hell did he get so lucky? The first girl in his life who had stolen his heart and the girl he had spent the last few months loving madly were the same person.  

And she loved him back.

“Chaton?”

Her voice brought him back to reality. “Sorry I zoned out for a bit there. What were you saying again?”

She let out a soft giggle (a heavenly sound). “I was saying will it be okay if you come a little later tonight? Like around eleven-thirty?”

Chat's lips turned downwards in a frown. “You are not having Luka over again, are you?”

“Of course not, you silly kitty!” She ruffled his hair affectionately. “I just have a little thing I need to finish before you come.”

His mood changed in a second. “Oh, a surprise!” He exclaimed with delight. “Is it for me?”

“No spoilers!” And then with a wink, she swung away with her yo-yo.

Chat stood in his spot, a childlike grin stuck to his face. And then with a sigh, he extended his baton and vaulted towards his house.

*

A series of raps on the skylight door was followed by a call in a sing-song voice. “Can I come in, Princess?”

Marinette chuckled to herself; his voice sounded so happy. She wrapped the sheet around herself and called out, “Come on in!”

“Hello!” His head poked in through the door, searching for her. “Wait, why do you have a sheet wrapped around yourself?” In three leaps, he was standing right next to the chaise, bent over her. “Are you alright, m' lady? Do you have a fever? It was cold outside tonight, was it because of that?”

“Calm down!” She bumped her nose with his. Under any other circumstances, she would have ruffled his hair or scratched his chin, but right now she could not take her arms out from under the sheet. “The sheet is to hide what's underneath.”

His eyes widened as a fierce blush spread over his cheeks. “Are y-you-" he stammered. “Please don't tell me that you're naked under the sheet!”

“What, no!” Her cheeks flared up. “You know what, stop thinking! Just sit back and let me show you, okay?”

“Alright.” With that, he plopped down cross-legged onto the floor.

“Ready?” She cocked an eyebrow at him.  

“Absolutely not.”

“Okay then.” Her heart was beating so fast. She really, really hoped that she hadn't crossed a line in doing this. “Three, two, one, and drop!”

With that, she threw the sheet away from her.

Chat Noir put his hand over his mouth just in time to muffled his shriek as he leapt backwards.

“What do you think?” Marinette twirled a strand of her hair in her fingers.

“Please tell me I am not dreaming.” Chat spoke as he took a few steps closer to her.

“You're not,” Marinette smiled and crossed one leg over the other. “This is one hundred percent real.”

“Do you mean- Plagg, detransformation - that we have matching pajamas now?”  

Because Marinette was wearing a green tank top with black details, and black sweatpants with tiny green paw prints on them. Over the front of the top was written in silver-grey letters: ‘Sleeping Mew-ty’.

“Yes!” Her voice barely contained her excitement.

Chat leaned over her, putting both hands on either side of her on the chaise. “Can I please kiss you right now?”

Marinette replied by wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing him close to meet her lips.  

“I could get used to that.” Chat murmured after they broke off, and Marinette giggled.

“So,” Chat plopped on the chaise beside her and pulled her to lean against his chest, “this is what you were working on?”

“That's right. And look!” She lifted her feet off the floor to show her socks.

There were cute grey 3D toe beans on the underside of it.

Chat Noir felt like he was about to burst. This was more than he could take.

Why are they so much cuter than my boots?

“Hey.” She planted a kiss on his cheek. “You look a little red?”

“Not fair that you get the cuter toe beans!” He pouted.

“I don't know about that.” She rolled her eyes before kissing the tip of his nose. “But I was under the impression that you have the cuter face.”

Chat Noir smiled widely at that. “I love you so much.”

“And I love you too.” Marinette planted a quick peck on his lips.

He could really get used to that.

“Now we are like those cute couples who wear matching outfits all the time,” Marinette laughed.

Chat choked. “Did you just say couple?”

Shit. She knew she was going to mess up.

“I am so sorry Chat Noir!” She turned around to completely face him. “I didn't mean to- I mean, it's only been three days since, you know, you confessed and I confessed and it's not like we-"

“Shh.” Chat put a finger on her lips to silence her. Marinette looked up at him with widened eyes as he took a deep breath. And then he removed his hand from her lips to hold one of her hands reverently in both of his.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, will you be my girlfriend?”

Marinette froze. “You are not doing this out of your will, are you? I mean, you don't have to. Like, I really want to but no pressure, you know?”

“Princess,” Chat placed his one hand on the side of her face, “I want this. I am doing this because I love you and I want you.”

Marinette’s lower lip quivered, as tears began to gather in her eyes. “But how will this work? I don't even know who you are under that mask.”

Chat's hand dropped. “Will you not love the boy under this mask?” He questioned.

Marinette recognized the pain in his voice. She grabbed his face and put a kiss on his forehead. “Of course I will. Whoever you are under this,” she ran her hand over the mask, “You are my Chat Noir. And I will always love you.” She paused to take a deep breath. “I just don't know how we are going to do this? I cannot date you as either Ladybug or Marinette because you are Paris's superhero and there's always a risk. And I can't date you without your superhero identity because I don't know you! And I don’t think I should know your civilian identity, at least not yet.”

Chat sighed. Then clutching her hands in his, he said, “Marinette, I don't want us to go out publicly, not right now that is. I don't care about the world. I don't care if our relationship stays within the boundaries of your room. I don’t care if our kisses are confined to my nightly visits. I don't.” He touched his forehead to hers. “The only thing I care about is you, Marinette. I want to call you mine and I want to be yours, in every way possible. I want to make a promise that one day when this city is free from Hawkmoth’s terrorizing, we will be able to go out and be together. I just want us, Marinette.”

By now Marinette was crying freely. “Please don't cry m' lady,” Chat whispered, bringing his face closer to hers. “You can say no if it bothers you. I promise I will respect your decision.”

Marinette responded by jumping onto him and knocking him over. She pressed her lips to his, and kissed him deeply, passionately, fervently.

“I want you too, you stupid cat,” she cried when they parted. “I want you so much more than I have ever wanted anything or anybody in my life.”

Chat Noir wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to lie on top of him. Tears flowed from his eyes without restraint.  

After a few moments, Marinette lifted her head to look at him. “I will be your girlfriend.”

Chat Noir’s face broke into a huge grin as he kissed her once more. This time, it was slower, softer.

“Mine,” she whispered as she lay on his chest.

“Yours,” he whispered back.

[anninhiliation]

Punishments

Anon: i know you're on sexcation but i just thought of this and i know ima forget soon so whenever you're not on sexcation u can answer this, but how do you think the boys would punish their girls?

A/N: This is purely fictional! I do not have any proof or evidence if any of this is true or accurate. This is just what I imagine

Warnings: Mentions of BDSM and other kinks its punishments; 18+

Masterlist        Requests close Nov 10

Let's start with our Dom Daddy, Richard 

 He’s a brat tamer

He’s also into BDSM 

He's into a lot lets be real

So let’s say 

You’re out on a date with Richard and you think it would be a great idea to tease him

And break a few rules

"Baby girl stop fucking playing with me"

You don't

The punishment has to fit the crime, so if you're extra bratty he's going to have to do your least favorite punishment

If you're in public he might tease you whispering the filthy things he's going to do to you when he gets you alone

If you're in public he will drag you somewhere private like a bathroom, or closet, etc.

I see Richard into pussy spanks too

Your ass is going to be tomato red too

Rough sex and degradation

“You filthy fucking little slut couldn't behave”

“Look what a needy mess you are little girl”

Maybe smack your boobs around

Choking

biting / nipping your skin

You’re going to be his fucktoy

Your poor holes

You’re not walking right for a while

Hoel, our quiet reserved “innocent” boy will end you

Like all punishments, it has to fit the crime

Never in public though 

Max, he would hint what was going to go down when he would get you alone

Maybe he would inconspicuously tease you in public 

Rile you up 

Also, I don't think he would 100% know what to do with a brat so he would make it up as the relationship goes on

I see him spanking you with rings on his fingers so it hurts more

He’s also putting a choker or collar on you

You’re going to choke on his cock

You better refer to Joel as Sir/Master 

He’s tying you up and blindfold you

“You like not being able to see, not knowing if Im going to please you or spank you”

“Bad girls don't get to cum”

Your main punishment is being edged 

Don't worry, he will cum on you just to tease you

My Caribbean baby daddy

You're getting edged

Papi might press a vibrator up against you and overstimulate you after

He’s also saying filthy things but in Spanish

You think misbehaving in public was a good idea?

Well jokes on you cause he doesn't care you're getting punished in public then

He might edge you in public like finger you until you’re so close and you can feel the knot build-up and that's when Zabdaddys like fuck u  

Finally alone?

Throwing you on the bed or couch attacking your already pulsating pussy 

then leaving

I also see him tying you up, pressing a vibrator to your sore cunt and walking away 

Probably going to nap on the couch or something

“Papi! Paaa-” You would moan as another orgasm takes over “Zab!!” 

Christ-opher🌚

Why did you misbehave? 

He will punish you in so many different ways just read my smut

He will cum in you, rip your underwear so you have to have his cum drip down your thigh in public

The filth that would fall from his lips are unholy

He's going to bite you too

Probably spank your tits and ass

Shoving your face down making your ass stick up so he can abuse any hole he pleases

pulling your hair 

Choking your neck

Your neck is going to be imprinted with his rings 

He's going to fuck you senseless

The man has a lot of stamina so good luck walking

You're his cum bucket now you cockslut

Maybe he will make you his little kitten 

Your knee caps will be bruised from all the crawling

I want to get very very very filthy with my Thicc Dicc daddy but I will save that for another day 

My little Cuban baby whose growin up so fast

A lot of you see him as A dom daddy but I see him as a smol bean

Lets say he is what you little sinners think he is 

(Mind you teenagers are never hitting this pussy again so I dont think about Erick in a sexual way)

I dont think he knows how to work with rope so I could see him making a bunch of knots tying you up

its a train wreck

Hes smooth, I know that so I could see him coming up with some good filth 

Maybe he learned some moves from Richard and Chris so maybe he would copy some of them

[armyhome]

Make it Right | Kim Seokjin| Eng

⇢ pairing: Seokjin x Reader.

⇢ genre: Cute, sad, funny, healing.

⇢ word count: 5.5K

⇢ warnings: Maybe this will make you dream with eyes open.

⇢ Portuguese version: Make it Right (PT-BR)

When (We met for the first time)

I remember very well how it was the first time we met, I mean when I met him. Grandpa put a bowl of Jjajjangmyun in front of me, the smell was amazing, he smiled at me, we had decided to do a gastronomic backpack in Asia two years ago, to celebrate my high school graduation and we finally started it, last week in Yokohama Japan. Now we were in Seoul, Korea, then we would go to Taipei, Taiwan.

              -I want you to learn to identify nuances, even with strong flavored foods! Ready Sol? - He raises the chopsticks and I raise mine - Lets Go!

              The thickness and texture of the noodles in Asia was different, probably because of how it was prepared, did the black bean paste have a bittersweet flavor? Perhaps because of the mixed red meat, I had never eaten a bean that was sweet ... My analysis is interrupted by a boy drawing on my face.

              He was not drawing literally on my face, but on the mirrored glass in front of me, he was accompanied by two more friends in the prank, he drew a rose, like that of Beauty and the Beast. We could be the inverted version of the fairy tale, because that boy was so beautiful that even if I were even remotely beautiful.... He stops drawing and looks at his work of art. At that moment it seemed that he could see through the mirror and could see my eyes staring with a piece of macaroni out of the mouth with bean paste in her corner, my heart giving a jolt and choking.

              Grandpa gives me a glass of water I try, drink it but the cough stops me, the man who took care of the cashier gets up because of the noise I was making and ends up seeing the boys, I finally manage to drink a big sip of water, ceasing my near death, when I look at the street again, only the rose was the owner screamed in front of the restaurants did not understand things, Grandpa gives slaps.

              - Eat slowly, Sol! You look like me when I met your grandmother ...- He ends up laughing, my cheeks are burning as if there is fire running under her skin, the idea of falling in love at first sight was ridiculous , I had just been enchanted by the boy's beauty.

              - Have you always been so romantic , Grandpa? - He nods smiling - Wow, Grandma is a lucky woman! - I say and eat again.

              -Who knows that boy can't be lucky too? - He wasn't going to give up, he needed to distract him with something that really changed his focus.

        ��     -Grandpa... this pasta is really different, texture, taste .... How to do it?

              -Then during the preparation of the dough ...

When (We know each other)

              Ten years later

I walked into Enrico's restaurant, he really had found a nice spot in New York to open it. The rent for that penthouse two blocks from Times Square should be at least a left kidney!

 The location was beautiful, one part was open and there was AN ARTIFICIAL LAKE! Who had Enrico killed to achieve this ? Metri asks to guide me to where he was, I just nod, I can't remember how to speak english, that place was a palace , where he had learned so much about oriental interior design?

              As soon as he sees me, Enrico gets up from the table and walks up to me with open arms smiling, I hurry up the steps and the hug, which I miss my friend.

              -Who did you kill to have this here? - I whisper to him.

              -As I am not a murderer, I ended up giving the blow to the chest - He points to the boy at the table, he looked like an MMA fighter because of his big and strong body, but his face was kind as a child's when he sees me smiles and his eyes become a fine line, he beckons us - Come on, you need to meet Jaemin and his friends! They are famous, can you believe? I doubt you know who they are, after all you live locked up in restaurant kitchens around the world and writing on that blog.

              -You mean, that blog that can destroy your restaurant's reputation with just a few words? Didn't even debut and already wants to close the doors Erinco Vigolini? - He looks at me with wide eyes.

              -Who taught you to be a snake like that? - I pointed to him who puts his hand on his chest, pretending indignation and then smiles - Okay, that may be a little true!

              Their table was in an open area , it was summer in NY and there was little wind, at most it had a brief breeze, they were all talking, but when Jaemin got up to greet me, everyone turned to do the same.

              My eyes must be broken, I can't believe it, it's not possible, a decade later, I'm facing that boy, now a man, in front of me the difference is that now he can see me. His hair was pink, it matched the delicate features of his face, he smiled kindly at me, I sat facing him, if my heart beat a little faster I would die.

              -Enrico talked a lot about you Sol - Jaemin begins - He told me that you are a very important gastronomic critic in the culinary world and that is why he became your friend in college, for you to give high marks to our restaurant! - Enrico gives a playful slap on the shoulder - She knows it's a joke love!

              -Enrico knows how fair I am in all my criticisms , regardless of my personal connection with the person and that my criticisms have no intention of hurting or belittling the owner, but that he self-evaluates and makes improvements that he may not have noticed because he is so immersed in the project, I usually send a summary of the criticism first to the owner then put it in full on the site ...

              -See Jaemin, I'm a friend of an angel! - They cross their arms and Jaemin lays his head on Enrico's.

              -I think we will be a little excluded from the conversation now - Comments one of the boys in Korean.

              -Sorry - We asked Jaemin and I at the same time, they looked at me in amazement.

              -Since when do you know Korean? - Asks Enrico.

              -I learned during high school, I was hoping to meet someone but, I didn't know if he would know English, so I decided to learn her native language to make sure we could talk! - Enrico claps enthusiastically.

            -I don't believe that Sol Macedo's heart of ice ever had anyone inside! - I roll my eyes and take a glass, Jaemin pours me some wine.

              -Enrico told me that everyone here is famous, what do you do?

              I believe that in this world there were no people more excited about what they did and more kind, they performed one by one, including Seokjin, so they told me about their songs and performance with such education and happiness, Enrico made sure to score all the records of the seven boys in front of me but, the simplicity that emanated from them made it difficult for me to assimilate them into popstars, I can't stop looking at him every thirty seconds, breathe Sol, now he is a superstar, your life runs in ways very different.

              -Is that you? How is the life of a critic ? - He, Seokjin, asks.

              - Hum, sometimes it is difficult to choose the right words, to not deeply offend someone and also, some people are not willing and know themselves and do not take what I have to say seriously, prefer to blame the fail on business on me them have not worked or grown but, food is not just about something that was written on my website, not everyone reads, in fact only those who know the branch are aware of my website and some passionate, but with so much fast food, people no longer cares about food made by real people... But I have my personal rewards, like now, I'm in a beautiful restaurant, eating the best of Korean cuisine, with the biggest boyband today ...

              -It's GROUP, not boyband! - Corrects Enrico.

              -The biggest male group of Korean pop music - I correct myself being extremely emphatic in every word, making everyone at the table laugh, I tie my hair in a ponytail, when I raise my arms and the sleeve goes up revealing my tattoo , which was not small , why did I make that rose covering half of my forearm?

              -Does it mean something? - Seokjin asks with a raised eyebrow, is it not possible that he remembered it?

              -Hyung looks like those drawings you did everywhere! - Affirms Namjoon, thanks man, thank you for sinking me into shit for good! -Seriously, he drew this all over Seoul!

              -Oh, what a coincidence, it was there that I got the idea of ​​this tattoo, ten years ago my grandfather and I did a gastronomic backpack, I saw a rose like this drawn in the restaurant we went to! - I speak quickly as if I were narrating a football match, and have a glass of wine at once.

              -Come on, kids, it's time for Kina Grannis to perform in there, everyone already eaten right? - Enrico called.

              He takes us to the opposite side to where we were , we were at the far end of the people who were dining there downstairs, did I say that this place was incredible ? Enrico should be charging a fortune for each dish! Kina was a special attraction, she was elegant as the whole environment but she was, only she and her guitar which brought a touch of simplicity, when she started singing Can't Help Falling In Love, everyone in the room made "own" together .

              Jaemin and Enrico danced together, would that ever be? For so long I waited for when I graduated, to have a good job, a boy who drew a rose for me ten years ago who has now become a completely untouchable person ...

              -I remember you - Whispered in my ear, he puts both hands in the pockets of the beige blazer he wore, leans over and repeats - I remember you Sol! That day, I saw you and your grandfather, taking a picture in front of the restaurant! Did you see me drawing on the mirrored glass?

              I can't feel my legs... help. 

When (We fall in love)

   Five months later

              I go into the kitchen and find Seokjin without a shirt, yes, cooked, imagine if a drop of the hot oil in which he was sautéing the rice falls on that smooth, smooth skin of him, he turns in my direction, I jump to him, I am very in love on that man. He uses his left arm to wrap my waist on tiptoe and he bends me over to give me a peck.

              -Don't burn the garlic - I comment, he grimaces and goes back to cooking, I hug him and support my head and his back - How long until the comeback?

              -Love, I don't want to think about it, it's only been two days since I arrived, to think that in two weeks I'll be back to train and I won't see you for how long it hurts me - I hear him fill the pot with water and put the lid on, he then turns to me - I deeply love the army, my work and you! It hurts not to be able to reconcile the three!

              He holds my face in his hands and kisses my forehead, then rests his face on my shoulder, I kiss him on the cheek and he sighs.

              -What movie are we going to watch today? - Change the subject, I didn't want to make him sad.

              -Can we just be together today? - He says in the morning , a smile grinning.

              -Nothing against, who insists on protecting false virtues here is you! - He looks at me angrily - The speaker is not here anymore!

              He started the timer and we lay on the double bed, our 3X4 loft as I called it, because everything was in the same room, it was in Nagoya in Japan, Seokjin wanted to buy an apartment but, I had spent all my savings to open my restaurant, contrary to what many people may think, a food critic doesn’t earn much, we don’t die of hunger because we need to eat to write and usually the owner of the establishment invites us. It wouldn't be worth it either, our stuff was in Korea, we 'd only have three weeks. 

              -What was the first thing you thought of when you first saw me Sol? - Man, it was difficult to create a line of reasoning with him speaking against my neck.

              -Hum, "if my heart beats faster I might die" - He laughs, universe you are proof that I am trying not to attack this man - And you, what did you think when you first saw me?

              - "How can I tell her that we are getting married without scaring her?" - I give a slap on his arm, washed-out liar, he laughs - I am completely in love with you and that time had something in you, I can not explain without being corny, I just wanted to be able to stay there with you, looking at you! I think it was our destiny if we ended up going back to each other! - He grabs my arm and puts his thumb on my tattoo - As soon as I leave the obligatory service I'm gonna do my!

              -Will make the whole army infarct! You don't have to, this is my thing! I know how to handle bad one in Korea if you do this, it was hard to sell me the location of the restaurant! - I take her hand and give her a kiss.

            -We can make a red line on the little finger, I can use a ring or makeup to cover ...

              -You have to promise me Seokjin, it will continue to be so romantic even after we get married, I don't want to know if three hundred years have passed and our souls can't stand sharing the tomb anymore ! Kim Seokjin will always say things like that to Sol!

              -Only if you promise to look at me like that forever - He holds my earlobe between his thumb and forefinger.

              -I never learned to look at you any other way!

              He brings his face close to mine, I can feel his breath against my face, how is it possible to be so desperately in love with a person, before we could kiss the alarm warning that the rice had cooked rings. UNIVERSE STOP MAKE FUN OF ME!

When (We brake)

              A year and a half later

              I think if it had been gradually I would not be suffering so much, I know he is busy, the person busiest in the world, but it just stopped responding messages, said nothing on the day the restaurant opened, I sent a lot of messages of support when you had the comeback but, nothing, no emoji! I watched each video, looked at each photo, bought the album, cried over it, how could he lie using such sincerity? Would it be better to go home?

              No, never! I will not give up on my dream, just because of a broken heart, nobody dies of it! Whoever doesn't want me, doesn't deserve me! Focus now in a little while, I'm going to do the first television broadcast about cooking and restaurants in my life. I must be brooding over this subject, because I wanted him to be here and tell me he was rooting for me, but that's not it, period .

              I look at my reflection in the mirror, nothing can break you to the point where you stop working! You are a chef, now awarded, with a renowned restaurant in Seoul, you lead projects that propose to bring quality food to all corners of the world, especially those that have no access at all. You are a good person and you have done nothing wrong.

              -Miss Sol? We are ready to start you! - I smile and follow the boy.

              The interview went very well, the reporter makes me feel comfortable to speak, let's go from my training, my blog, the construction of my restaurant in Seoul, my projects with NGO's and if I want to marry an Korean guy it was very fun, almost like talking to one of my friends, I don’t even notice the time of the interview passing, when I find myself finished.

              I leave the studio, enter the parking lot and when I'm almost there in the car, Jungkook appears in front of me all frisky and smiling at me offering a cup of coffee, it was freezing outside so I open the car door, to enter and call the heater.

              -I missed you, Sol noona! - I smile, he was very cute.

              -I also missed you kookie, how are you?

              -I'm fine, we're going to the United States to receive an award, can you believe? - I nod, they had already won before, but now it was a prize given by an academy.

              -I am very proud and cheering for you all! - He pats himself on the head as if he was amazed at the memory of something.

              -I'll be quick, because if not soon the FBI will be looking for me - Not being dramatic at all - Hyung saw that day that the NGO's director declared to you! And in his mind, that was the best thing for you, how can he decide that on his own, I don't know? He said something about never being able to stay around for a long time, you need someone better, all this litany that I don't fall for, if it were true you wouldn't send messages to him, me and the other boys, cheering, saying that you are proud and talking who misses him for him, even after a year! He's being stupid but, it's because he loves you so much! He wants to see you one hundred percent happy! He thinks that a present boyfriend would do that .... Well let's spend two and a half weeks in the USA, it's not fair that I ask you to forgive him after he just disappears but, you two are suffering! Think about it noona, we were watching your interview hidden, you were beautiful - He gives me a kiss on the cheek - Don't tell hyung!

            -Lend me your Jungkook cell phone - He hands it to me without thinking too much, I type the number of Seokjin I know by heart, one ring, two ...

              -Junkookie where are you? The broadcast starts in twenty minutes! - I hold my heart when I hear his voice.

              -Who gave you the right to decide for me? - My voice comes out tearful, I get angry, I feel weak, no one answers on the other end of the line - Kim Seokjin answers me, I've spent more than a year dealing with your silence, not knowing what I did wrong ....

              -You did nothing wrong my love ....

              -Don't call me love, you put me in a hell Seokjin, I was banging my head against the wall wondering what had happened! Watching your videos, watching you get thinner and thinner, are you eating by any chance? Are your back hurting from training? Did you have ginger tea when you had a sore throat? You can see all of these messages on your phone later! I am so hurt, all our promises, all our confessions, on hold, because you thought you could decide what is best for me! Well here is your answer Seokjin, me in pain, heartbroken! But, even if I miss you, I won't take a step towards you! Is it your duty to clean up this mess you cause yourself do you understand?

              -Yes ... I miss you too Sol! - Your voice is choked.

              -So do something about it, but do it fast! I'm going on a mission to Myanmar in a week, I'm going to spend four months there, that's more than enough time for you to decide what you want out of your life, but I can't guarantee that I'll be here for you when I get back too! It is your responsibility now to save this relationship or let it die for good ...

              -I see, I can't love anyone but you ...

              -You'll have to prove it to me now! Since you made a point of complicating what was already difficult !

              -I promise, I will!

When (We Grow)

              Two months later

              It is one thing to see photos, videos over the internet, it is quite another to see an undernourished child feeling that a human being can break with his touch is tormenting, the civil war in that country had wiped out all drinking water resources and food, all that arrived was fifty percent confiscated by the army to keep soldiers and the other half was not enough for all civilians.

  -The supplies will run out in two days if we do nothing Sol - Sandy comments while analyzing his table, massaging his temples .

              -I can't find a solution, even if we buy food, the army will take half, we don't have enough budget to buy so much, doctors are also running out of resources ... How far has humanity come! - I throw myself in bed, besides, why is this place so hot? It's only been five seconds since I showered and I want another one.

              I open my cell phone, go on twitter, look at pictures of Seokjin and the boys, of course, I needed to distract myself a little from all that unfortunate situation , every step I took made me feel guilty for living so well and healthy , like the people who finance this war they sleep, how the lords of arms managed to kiss their wives and children at the end of the day knowing that they were supporting the death of so many people? Seokjin's name flashes on the screen as if he heard my thoughts from the United States.

              -Hiii- I force an animated voice.

              -What is happening? Are you alright? I saw in the newspaper that there was a terrorist attack today in a mosque, Sol tells me that you are fine! How long until you get out of there? You've helped enough! - He doesn't even stop to breathe .

              -I don't know if I can get out of here, it's two months before the end of the voluntary project but - I take a deep breath, I had already thought about it a few times but thinking is one thing, verbalizing, another completely different - Everything these children need to go through is so unfair, hunger, abuse, mourning after mourning, I don't know if I will be able to return to Korea in two months ... Except that I also don't know if I will be able to stay, our supplies are running out, we have no idea how to change this situation, the army takes half of everything, it's revolting! - I let some tears escape - How can I live well after knowing all this?

              -'You have no blame for the misery of these people Sol ... But I understand how you feel, at times received letters from armys or tweets of them, venting things horrible for which they have gone through or are going through, the sense of responsibility overwhelms me, I imagine that watching people go through this must be even worse, but always keep in mind Sol, it’s not your fault! - I take a deep breath, I need to absorb the information, those words are all I have.

              -How's the tour going? And the preparation for the comeback?

              We talked for so long that I end up sleeping in the middle of the conversation, my body was so tired his voice was undoing every knot inside my head that kept me awake, his physical presence or not, excited me, made me feel good things, like light from a lighthouse in the middle of the rough sea.

              -Sol, I would like to say that no matter how hard you hug this pillow, it will not become the Seokjin - Sandy comments sitting on the end of my bed - Wake up sleeping beauty, the charming prince sent you a gift , in record time! Is he a real prince ? Why in less than twelve hours!

              -What's going on Sandy? - I sit on the bed still dizzy from waking up.

              -Seokjin sent the supplies we were in urgent need, in addition to making the situation publicized by the mainstream media, food arrives from all over the world! - She puts her hand in her pocket and pulls out an envelope - This is just for you!

-Thank you - I take the envelope, inside it has a polaroid photo of us, in our 3X4 apartment, wearing matching gray sweatshirts, my heart loses time, as always when I see it, on the back of the photo it is written:

              "Maybe you love me, but I sure love you, I can make it work!"

When (We love each other) 

              Two months later I did not return to Korea .... It had been a year since that and three months since Seokjin was summoned by the Korean army, which greatly reduced our calls and messages.

              I was unable to return to Seoul, the feeling of unfinished work dominated me every time I thought about it, little by little even in the midst of the declared civil war, I was able to maintain a supply of good food. We eradicated the miserable line between children, with the help of doctors and volunteer teachers even in difficult times and having to teach children how to act when there was a shooting in the middle of the class, we had evolved a lot since we arrived.

              Today the Korean, American and Brazilian peacekeeping fleets arrived with drinking water, food, books, notebooks and medical tools, the volunteer leaders including me went to pick them up at the helipad, the sun was so strong that we could n't even see the helicopter, but the noise announced their arrival, three of them, giants landed, when the soldiers went down we helped to get things out of there.

              I took the first box of rice, analyzed its condition, the expiration dates, everything was correct, secure in the side handles and pulled it towards me.

              -You can carry this alone? - Ask the Korean soldier behind me, for the kindness in his voice, I know that he does not intend to be sexist, he only really cares, after all, there were about twenty kilos of rice in that box, I lift it some more to show that I am fine with that weight. 

              -No need to worry, I'm used to it! - I say turning to show him, the box slips out of my hand as soon as I put my eyes on it.

              Seokjin smiles at me and my heart falls apart, he laughs at my expression, some tears were streaming down my cheeks, he was there, he had walked up to me, flown to be more specific , whatever, he was there! He walks over to me and hugs me.

              -I love you, are you listening? Only you, close your eyes, even if everything changes, it won't change! You are my love and I am your love - Humming in my ear, reference to Descendants of the Sun, one of my favorite dramas of all life, I try to keep control and not grab that man right there - Come on we need to keep doing our work but, what do you think of a date tonight?

              -Sure! - I answer more excitedly than I should, which makes him laugh again, I don't care, he was there, laughing for me that was all my brain can assimilate.

              I spent the whole day between doing chores and checking for Seokjin's presence, I spent more time at the army camp that day than in those almost two years of volunteering. Nothing in this world can compare to Seokjin's beauty now, nothing in the universe can compare to Seokjin in uniform! And that red cap on his head, it's so hard not to look at him! I hope he has taken so many photos, I want them all!

              At the end of the day he stops by to pick me up at the dorm, he was beautiful in jeans and a social T-shirt, smelling like only he can be, I can't even blink, it seems he can disappear at any moment, he praised my baby blue dress says that it matches his shirt, I almost reply that his mouth also matches mine, but I restrained myself to a simple thank you.

              -You know that blinking is healthy, right, Sol? - Says sitting in front of me at the restaurant table, I nod and keep looking, he picks up the menu - I will not disappear, love, you can rest assured, I will finally be able to stay by your side!

              -I don't want it to be a dream, if I blink, you can disappear, then I will realize that I'm crazy talking to myself in a beautiful restaurant! - I whisper to him, Seokjin holds my hand, the heat was real, he kisses her back, he was real.

              -I'm not going anywhere! Unless you decide that you don't want me anymore, that you don't want me a bit if you do, then I'll leave you alone! Those years were with an eternal night with no light, seeing you inside that helicopter was like watching the dawn, Sol - He intertwined our fingers - Can I hold this hand forever? I can do it right this time! All the roads in my life end in you Sol!

              I get up and walk over to the chair beside him, sit down and hug him to the side, he puts his arm around my shoulders and holds me against him, like he was warm, smelling, soft, what the hell are we doing in a restaurant anyway? I scoop my hand up to cover my mouth and approach him, who tilts his head.

              -I love you Kim Seokjin, let's do it right this time! - He smiles and kisses my forehead.

              Yes it would work that time.

When (We make it right)

              Fifteen years later

              "Kim Taeri, don't forget to take a snack to eat on the way to school! Every day, you will sleep late and miss school time, I'll take that phone off you, young lady!" - Scream from the kitchen, Yeojun laughs at the table finishing his coffee - You too, good guy, if I see another warning on my cell phone about bad behavior at school, I will sell your video game!

              -Omma! - I zip over my mouth, indicating that I don't want to hear anything else, he snorts and leaves the table to put his sneakers on.

              -I'll see you two later, straight home, no cheating on Secretary Han okay? - They do so even sulk with the scolding that I was given, I open my arms to a collective hug them, Seokjin appears and embraces the three together making us laugh - Have a good day my loves!

             They leave and my husband hugged me by the shoulders, I rest my head on his chest, enjoy those seconds before squeezing me into the restaurant kitchen until late at night, my performance was not so agile and I was not so physically fit, but I prefer to die to stop doing what I love, same thing with Seokjin, he still made films, soap operas met the boys to sing.

              -You do not 're being too hard on the twins? - One thing that you need to know in a relationship, to make it work is really literal, both sides need to strive to keep it working, if it would not collapse, like a sand castle, when the twins were born it was the most difficult time that we had, Seokjin and I had been created in very different ways and that generated a lot of conflicts, nobody warns about it.

              -If I am not, who will be Seokjin? You? - He hugs me tighter and kisses my shoulder, that was a dirty game - I would appreciate it if do the bad guy once, you know? I always have to be the villain of the story!

              -I was born to be a love prince, my face doesn't match that of a villain, no matter how much I've already played some! Beautiful by the way! - I turn to face him and slap his arm - Oh it's a joke, you look like a princess too! My princess! - I still give slaps but without putting force, then he holds me in a hug and kisses me for a long time, then I can only miss work today? Of course you can, you are your own boss, have you forgotten?

              I wrap my arms around the shoulders of Seokjin who picks me up, I wrap my legs around him, will we ever be like this one day? Probably, one day our bodies will not have the same disposition or beauty so only the essentials will remain, our love!

THE END

[krizaland]

Quarantined Chapter 2

First Chapter

Alright I got waay too carried away with this chapter.

Be warned: This chapter contains obsessive behaviors as well as some seriously gross stuff. While there’s nothing sexual, some of this content might be disturbing.

“Zim! Maybe your cruddy little disguise worked on everybody else but I’ll get them to see who you really are!” Dib seethed as he slithered behind Zim.

Zim opened his mouth to speak but you decided to intervene.

“Dib! Leave him alone already! Stop accusing random people of being aliens, werewolves, or bigfeets or whatever!” You snapped as you stood in front of Zim protectively.

“Y-Y/N?! You’re actually siding with this alien monster?! How could you be so blind?! I know you’re smarter than this! I know-”

“Can it, Dib!” You snapped as you turned to look at  Zim, “Zim, would you like to sit with me at lunch today?”

“WHAT?! Y/N ARE YOU CRAZY! HE’S TRYING TO-”

WHUMP!

Dib was cut off by Zim pushing him aside.

“Of course I will sit with you eh..Y/N was it?”

“Yup that’s my name!” You giggled as you felt your face heat up for a moment.

“Right….Well we um better get going.” Zim urged as he looked down at his feet.

“Right! Follow me!”

And with that, you lead Zim into the lunchroom, leaving Dib behind.

“Y/N! NO!! DON���T TRUST HIM! Dib wailed as he chased after you.

It didn’t take long for Dib to notice you and Zim sitting together.

Just the mere sight of the two of you chatting and laughing together was enough to make Dib’s blood boil.

His left eye twitched as he grabbed a lunch tray and piled it high with beans.

“So then I said ‘Don’t you mess with my punch mud head!’” You giggled as you tried not to choke on your food.

“Stupid mud head!” Zim cackled so hard pink tears streamed down his afce.

You were about to tell Zim another story when-

SLPOOSH!

Dib dumped the entire tray of beans on to Zim’s head.

Zim let out a blood curdling scream as he dropped to the ground and wriggled about.

“What’s wrong? Can’t handle B E A N S Space boy?” Dib cackled as he watched Zim suffer.

However, Dib’s victory didn’t last long-

SMACK!

Your hand collided with his cheek.

“What the hell is wrong with you?! Ugh! Don’t worry, Zim. I’ll get you cleaned up.”

And with that you carried Zim far away from Dib and wiped him down with some napkins.

Dib rubbed the bright red handprint you left on his cheek for a moment as his deranged mind tried to process what just happened.

“Heh. Y/N touched me…Sure it was to slap me but a touch is a touch! Anyway, clearly that alien monster must’ve brainwashed them! Why else would they want to be anywhere near him? Don’t worry, Y/N! I’ll save you! Then maybe you’ll finally see that we were meant for each other!” Dib cackled as he kept his hand over your throbbing handprint.

Over the next few days, Dib became determined to separate you and Zim no matter what the cost.

From trying to start food fights in the lunchroom to straight up trying to put Zim in handcuffs on the playground, Dib refused to rest until he had exposed Zim once and for all!

Luckily for Zim, you always came to his rescue. You would always shield him during food fights and peel Dib off of him whenever things got ugly.

While Zim couldn’t have been more grateful for all of your help, your behavior was plunging Dib deeper and deeper into madness.

Why were you, of all people, trying to protect Zim?! Couldn’t you see that he was an evil alien monster yet?! Why couldn’t you wake up already?!

The final blow was on the day just before the Skool Dance.

You were standing at your locker when Zim walked up to you.

He cleared his throat and puffed out his chest.

“Y/N! Zim demands your attention!”

“Oh! Hey Zim! What’s up?” You asked as you turned to face him.

“As you may know, the Skool…Dance…is tomorrow night and a…Date…is required in order to attend. From the moment we’ve met you’ve proven yourself to be a trustworthy ally. Therefore I am bestowing upon you the great honor of being ZIM’S DANCE DATE!” Zim sang as he dramatically threw his hands in the air.

“Oh my gosh! Yes!!! Yes! Yes! Of course I’ll go to the dance with you!” You squealed as you jumped up and down for a moment.

“Excellent! I will pick you up at 7!” Zim grinned as he marched off.

“I’m going to the dace with Zim! Oh! I’m so excited!” You squealed as you grabbed your backpack and made your way towards your bus.

Little did you two know, that Dib had overhead the entire exchange.

He felt like he was shot in the chest! Dib’s breathing grew heavy as tears streamed down his cheeks.

“No! Y/N! You can’t go to the dance with him! No! I won’t let you! I won’t let that alien monster control you any longer! I’ve got to do something before it’s too late!”

And with that, Dib rushed back to his house as fast as his legs could take him.

The door slammed behind him as he ran up the stairs and shut himself into his disaster of a room.

Dib’s room reeked of his sweat and your dirty socks. Every wall was plastered with thousands upon thousands of candid pictures of you.

He slammed the door behind him and plopped onto his computer chair.  

He scooted over to a massive shrine of you made from your garbage and dirty clothes!

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll save you. Then you’ll be mine and we can save the world together! Just the two of us!” Dib giggled as he gently caressed the shrine’s smelly ‘face’.

He wrapped the shrine into a tight hug as he sniffed it deeply.

“Ah, you smell so wonderful, Y/N! I can’t wait to hold you for real!” Dib’s voice quivered as he gently pulled away from the hug.

SMOOCH!

Dib planted a sloppy kiss onto the shrine’s ‘mouth’ before putting it back onto it’s pedestal.

“Now it’s time to get to work. I need to stop Zim before it’s too late!”

And with that, Dib scooted up to his computer and begun to type away.

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