#i bashed this out in like half an hour surprisingly

[zombieunicorngamerzu]

(Clinically insane Lottie Matthews x fem psychiatrist reader)

[Warnings - GIP insane Lottie, dubcon, mainipulation, guilt tripping, penetration, breeding]

When you first met Lottie she seemed pretty normal surprisingly, kind, more quiet, polite, always helping out other patients, you were looking through her chart, you frowned at seeing she had recently gotten shock therapy as you were highly against the procedure. You felt empathy for the girl, she must have been so scared, but as you sat in your session with the girl, she shook her head with a smile, claiming how shock therapy and meds helped her get better, but you still wished that the doctors would have given her time instead of rushing to such a dangerous treatment.

“Really, all of this has been helping a lot, and I’ve been journaling like you said.” Lottie spoke with that adorable smile, showing her dimples, you were only a few years older than her, she was eighteen and you were twenty-two, having graduated early in college, smiling as you took some notes, “I’m glad it’s helping, Charlotte.” Her smile dropped when you used her full name, whining a little, “Doctor L/N, please just call me Lottie…” You just gave her a soft smile before speaking, “I’m trying to keep some professionalism here.” She just pouted, “Come on, Doctor L/N, I think we’re a little closer than that.”

There it was, the delusion you two have been working on for weeks since Lottie had a “vision” that the two of you were supposed soulmates and the wilderness wanted her to be with you, over the weeks you’ve tried upping her medication, but she was still adamant on you being her soulmate, speaking out with a gentle tone, “Charlotte…” she sighed out with a frown, crossing her arms as she sat back, “Look, I know you don’t believe me, but I swear I’ll prove it to you.” You frowned a little at her words, they seemed to have a bit of a underlying meaning to them, but you brushed it off, Lottie was the sweetest, most harmless girl in the world, and if she loved you, she’d never hurt you.

You ended your session with her after your mandatory hour and a half before Lottie was led out of your office by the nurses back to her room, you didn’t see her again until later that night when one of the guards came in claiming Lottie was stuck in the shower, having a episode. You rushed up and down the corridors immediately, it’s true you have formed a bond with Lottie, you care for her and don’t wanna see her hurt again. When you came in Lottie was crumbled on the floor sobbing with her forehead bleeding again, she must have bashed it against the wall again, speaking out to the personnel in the room, “Everybody out!”

Everyone obeyed, you’d done this multiple times before so everyone trusted you to take care of this, leaving you alone with Lottie, approaching her carefully with a gentle tone, “Lottie, honey, are you okay, can you hear me?” She perked up with a sniffle at the sound of your voice saying her name before sniffling again, your heart broke seeing her like this, kneeling down close to her to rest your hand on her back before you were surprised by Lotties sudden strength as she pulled you down. “Lottie!” You tried to gasp out before she covered your mouth, shaking her head as she pinned you down, “No, No, don’t fight me, it’s okay- trust me- you’ll see… I have to show you, it wants us to, I need to.”

You were shocked at her behavior, thinking about her words from earlier before your eyes widened when she forcefully shoved your thighs open with a gentle smile down at you while you squirmed under her, her fingers pulling your slacks down your thighs, baring you to her as she tried to get you to relax, your cries and pleas were muffled but you didn’t stop fighting, you were surprised by how strong Lottie was, she just flipped you over and pinned you down on your stomach, her hand still on your mouth before she rut her hips against your ass, making you cry out as you felt her cock slip inside you, dropping your head down against the tile as Lottie let out a soft moan in your ear, kissing your cheek, “shh, it’s okay, I promise, you’ll see.”

You were conflicted, she felt so good, Lottie was skilled as she searched for the perfect pace and angle to make you moan, her breasts pressed against your back as her thrusts shoved you down more against the wet tile floor, her cock stretching your soaked tight cunt to fit her, she was pretty big, every buck of her hips took your breath away, your eyes squeezing shut tight as she held her hand over your mouth to hide your cries and Moans, kissing your cheek as she rambled out, “I love you, Y/N, I do, I’m gonna take such good care of you and our baby, I swear!” She moaned out, making you cry louder, your eyes widening as you shook your head, only making Lottie giggle and force your thighs open more before she went wild, getting close to her orgasm, her rambles getting desperate, “Yes, yes, yes, please, please, Y/N, take it! Take it, take my cum!”

Lottie shuttered as you started to tremble and moan into her hand, all she felt was you cumming around her cock, which made her burst with pride and pleasure, biting her hand to hide her cry at how tight your pussy squeezed her cock, practically milking her of her cum as she hugged you tight against her, burying her face into your neck as she started to cry and sniffle, “I’m so sorry, Y/N, I had too, please don’t tell…” she whimpered. You were so conflicted with your emotions, panting heavily as Lottie took her hand off your mouth, she looked like a scared puppy, her lip quivering with fear, making your heart hurt, there was no way you were going to ruin this poor girls life, you just gave her a shaky consoling smile, hesitantly kissing her cheek, “It’ll be our little secret.”

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Dew can't sleep, and he hasn't been talking to Ifrit. Doesn't mean Ifrit doesn't still care, though. I fucking love them what can I say.

It's too late for this shit, Dew thinks, as he lights another cigarette on the balcony, careful not to let the glowing tip brush up against any of Mountain's potted plants invading the already narrow space. Stems curl around the metal railing, leaves dripping down and swaying in the light breeze. It's somewhat of a hypnotizing sight, one that has Dew blinking sluggishly as he attempts to chainsmoke his thoughts away.

It's too late to be plagued by every thoughts and worries known to man, and yet here Dew is. He hasn't bothered to grab his jacket, hoping that the cold would give him something to focus on. So far, it's only making him shiver hard enough to make his back ache. He's unwilling to go back inside though, frozen in place like staying rooted to the spot might be the key to his peace of mind.

Smoke is exhaled toward the night sky, pinpricks of light blinking at Dew's sad little worries on their canva of deep blue. The burning in his lungs helps a bit, but there is no magical remedy to the whirlwind up in the fire ghoul's head, mercilessly keeping him from restful slumber.

Dew doesn't realize how tense his neck is until a warm hand presses against the back of it, thumb digging in stiff muscles. He barely jumps at the sudden presence.

"I figured you'd be the one here."

Ifrit's voice is gentler than usual in the quiet of the night, face soft and hair mussed when he shifts into Dew's peripherical vision, looking very much like he just woke up. The sheet imprint on his cheeks only confirms it, as well as making him look unbearably adorable. Eyes big and searching despite the slight glaze of tiredness still clinging to them, Ifrit has the good sense not to push for an answer, just shrugs his jacket off to wrap it around Dew's shoulders. It's warm and smells like cedar, so achingly familiar. Dew can't help sinking into it. So what if there's unsaid things trapped between them, arguments never quite settled, longing for something maybe past, maybe broken, maybe fixable, that they're too cowardly to attempt saving ?

Right now, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter because Ifrit's arm is slung around Dew's shoulders, tugging him into the older fire ghoul's chest, until Ifrit's heartbeat echoes in Dew's ear and he can feel a kiss being pressed to the crown of his head.

Ifrit's throat glows orange when he accepts the half-finished cigarette Dew hands him, a fun quirk of his that Dew admittedly missed. It used to fascinate him, seeing Ifrit's body visibly react to the smoke curling inside his lungs. The longer the drag he takes, the further the glow spreads, sometimes reaching his broad chest in an abstract pattern of light splashed under his skin.

With the both of them sucking onto the filter, Dew quickly ends up stomping on the butt of the cigarette. He doesn't reach for another one. His thoughts are still racing, but tiredness is starting to take its toll, and it's hard to follow what goes on in his brain when his eyes start closing for longer period of times, leaning into Ifrit's warm body and the soft touch of his fingers drawing mindless forms on his shoulder.

Dew still doesn't want to go though.

That's when Ifrit starts to sing.

It's more of a soft hum at the begining, but then words start to flow out of his mouth, ableit softly to fit the late hour. Ifrit has always had a nice voice. Surprisingly versatile, a bit raspy on the edge but able to climb pretty high, just to fall to a low rumble in a steady whiplash of register. Dew has begged him to sing to him many times over the years they've known each other, and every instance where Ifrit complied with rosy cheeks and bashful smiles have a special place carved for them in Dew's mind.

Distantly, he notices Ifrit's not singing in english. Gaelic, his brain provides. To Dew's untrained ears, the pronounciation seems pretty good, which makes him wonder whether Chain taught him, or if it's part of Ifrit's hidden deck of random knowledges.

Either way, the tension in Dew's shoulders is slowly bleeding away. There's a tight ball of yearning in his lower stomach, but that he can withstand. Probably.

The sudden realization that if they don't breach the distance that settled between them ever since Ifrit retired, the older fire ghoul will become somebody Dew used to know, used to love, strikes him like a bolt of lightening, and his hand flies up to grip Ifrit's arm in a tight grasp. It cuts the singing short, which Dew takes half a second to mourn before he chokes out.

"Don't go."

It's not all he'd like to say, but the words stick in his throat, tongue heavy and useless in his mouth. Ifrit, sweet, darling Ifrit, tightens his hold on Dew, mouth moving in his hair as he shushes him gently.

"I'm right here, i'm right here."

You're not, Dew wants to say, I miss you, you're holding me and I miss you.

But of course, it's like Ifrit knows what goes on in Dew's overproductive brain, because he leans forward, really draping himself over the smaller ghoul, planting a kiss on his temple.

"I am here, Dew. I promise."

Dew let himself relax, takes a deep breath.

"Come to bed with me ?"

Ifrit hesitates. Doesn't pull away, barely stiffens, but he does hesitate.

"Isn't Aether-"

"Yeah, he's there already. Ifrit, he wouldn't mind. Actually, I think he would be thrilled. Unless, of course, if you were with Zeph, I wouldn't want to-"

Dew's rambling is cut short by Ifrit turning him in his hold, until they face each other, heart-wrenching fondness dancing in the older fire ghoul's eyes. Carefully, he cups Dew's face in his big hands, pressing a kiss square on his forehead.

"No, I was alone. Let's go then. Before you freeze to death."

For the first time in several hours, Dew smiles bright and wide.

(In the morning, Aether wakes up with Ifrit's arm slung over both his and Dew's waist, two pairs of legs tangled with his. A familiar sight he missed more than he realized.)

[thefoxtherapist]

tags: Gn!reader, short, fluffy, straight to the heart

It wasn’t entirely rare to hear a knock at your bedroom window. The amount of people who felt it necessary to sneak in rather than just walk in the front door was.. Exceptionally large. Even Diavolo had done it once, just to see what it was like, he had said. Bullshit, he just didn’t want Barbatos or Lucifer knowing he wasn’t working. But here you were again, staring at a particular angel who stared back with his signature smile. It was midnight, and a solid hour and a half past curfew. But you opened your window anyways, stepping back so the tall angel could let himself down onto the floor.

“Hi! I was so excited to meet you that I left Luke behind.” Simeon admitted, closing the window behind him. Left him behind? At midnight? Where? You furrowed your brows at him, then raised an eyebrow, then furrowed again- How were you supposed to position your face right now? Simeon chuckled as he reached out, patting your head as he always did when the two of you were alone.

“I’m sorry, did we have a planned meeting?” You ran through your recent thoughts as you sat down on your bed, looking up at him. The angel shook his head, he could feel his cheeks warming, but he cleared his throat, instead reaching up to unclasp his cloak. He draped the material over the back of your desk chair, busying himself with making sure it didn’t drag on the floor. Again this wasn’t the weirdest thing to happen.

There was that time that Solomon snuck into your room in the middle of the night, tripped, woke you up, and Mammon who had also snuck into your room. All to get to Asmodeus’ room. And Asmodeus hadn’t even been there. The memory gave you a headache. Sure your room was the easiest to reach, but still. The audacity.. The bed dipped beside you and you snapped yourself from your thoughts.

“Even angels need healing, and you are what heals me.” Simeon’s smile was bashful now as he gingerly touched the back of his neck, somewhat of a nervous tick, you had long since realised. But how cheesy, even you had to smile at that. “Too much?” He questioned, cerulean eyes searching your face. You shook your head and he let out a small breath of relief.

“You can just say you missed me. Normal couples say that, Simeon.” You reached out, fixing his messy locks. He merely hummed in response, eyes closing as he enjoyed you touching his hair. It took a total of one minute and twenty two seconds before Simeon was slumped against you, arms wrapped around your waist, head on your shoulder.

“Your door is locked, right?” His voice muffled against your skin, you looked up, squinting in the darkness. Maybe? You think so.. “I’ll go make sure. Last thing I want is Lucifer on me.” The angel hesitantly pulled himself from your grip and standing. At least you got to check out his back, the way his shoulders flexed when he rolled them, heavenly, indeed. The lock clicked.

You threw your blankets over and slid beneath them, Simeon not hesitating at all to join you. It was still weird, to lie with an angel, but cuddling was still chaste, right? You had no idea, Devildom Law was already a hassle, no need to think about Celestial Law too.. His arm draped across your stomach lazily and that was your key to pull the blankets over the two of you. He purred in content, a low rumbling in his chest.

Surprisingly, as eloquent as Simeon was with books and asking what you wanted, he had a hard time vocalising what he wanted. An early hurdle in the relationship and an occasionally recurring one. You couldn’t read minds or intentions like some of these other beings. So you just pulled him closer to you, his head on your chest. Lazily but wholeheartedly you brushed through his hair with your fingers, occasionally massaging his scalp.

Simeon’s purring continued as he breathed in your scent, listened to your heartbeat, just enjoyed all the things about you. “I’m so happy I get to see your face everyday.” Simeon pressed a kiss to whatever skin he could reach in this position, your jaw or collarbone most likely. You ignored the heating of your cheeks and just continued the play with his hair, hoping to lull him to sleep.

“Rest well, Sime.” You craned your neck to kiss his hair and he let out the smallest of huffs. Sleep did not come easy to the angel, but rest, rest he could work with. His eyes closed as he focused on you and you alone. As if nothing else and nobody else mattered in the world, a risky feeling for an angel. But in the Devildom he could steal these feelings, experience them to the fullest. And he would.

[ut-versotale]

Some Updates!

Heyo! Welcome back. I come bearing some update news!

FANGAME PTRORGRESS! (I'm not retyping that)

The textboxes type more accurately to Deltarune in particular - now automatically shuffling to the next line for me rather than requiring a special "instruction character." There's a LOT of improvements to the textbox now, which was an absolute headache and a half to code, but since it IS the most fundamental required feature for all of an Undertale project to work, I think my time bashing my head in over making it function well was necessary.

The party member pathing code is ALMOST done. It's actually surprisingly not as challenging as I thought it'd be. I put it off for so long because I thought trying to code it would deal actual psychic damage to myself, but it doesn't seem to be that bad. (And I know now I'm gonna find some massive bug with my code that's gonna give me a headache trying to fix for 6 hours straight, but oh well, 'tis what I signed up for, was it not?)

Battle coding is... about the same as it was when I last talked about it however-many-months ago. I'm still not entirely sure where to place the first one that'd work best from a game design perspective - if it should be before or after a party member is added.

Some spoiler stuff I can't talk about, of course. But, like, not even in a cheeky little spoiler section, either. I want y'all to experience this for yourself for sure

The Next Showcase Video

I still do plan on the next showcase video being published before the end of January. I'm setting this more for myself so I get my ass in gear and finish it. It's not in any danger of NOT being released by then, but still, I work best with deadlines.

HOWEVER, I would like to point out that what you see in the video will still be in a very unpolished state. For example, the background graphics for the Surface cutscene are still very much not complete, there's no new music in yet, some animations are janky, Asriel is still (currently, might change soon) hijacking Ralsei's voice blip and Hercine's blip still (Also currently, might change soon) needs to be redone...

Etc., etc., you get the idea by now. Maybe I'm hammering it home too much, but I don't want expectations for this to be TOO high. It's still incomplete. And as time goes on, this beginning section is probably what I'll continuously make showcase videos for.

Final Thoughts

Anyway, that's about it from me! I hope to see you again sometime before the end of January! Thank you all for continuing to follow this small little love letter to Toby Fox's works, especially those of you who have stuck around with me for a whopping seven years through all this AU's ups and downs!

[thefandomwritersblog]

Ghost of the Ten Horizon: Forbidden West Hekarro x Fem!OldOneOC Action/Adventure/Hurt/Comfort Chapter 16

Part 3: Ghost of the Ten

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"Some hearts understand each other even in silence." - Yasmine Mogahed

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Victoria sat at the edge of her bed, her head heavy in her hands, as she let out another exasperated groan.

"A walk? Seriously?" She muttered, her voice filled with annoyance and disbelief. "First he forces you to eat, and now you're actually considering going on this stupid walk with him? You really have lost your fucking mind, Faraday."

She stood up, her restless feet carrying her back and forth across the tiny room. Was she going crazy? Had hunger and despair finally driven her to complete insanity? It was the only rational explanation for agreeing to Hekarro's request. She didn't even want to think about facing the ruins of her past again, let alone take a stroll with a man she barely knew. So what in the fuck was she thinking?!!

Victoria prided herself a decent judge of character, despite a few past mistakes. She had always been this way, even as a child. With the weight of the Faraday name on her shoulders, she knew that people only sought her out for their own gain - whether it was her mother's influence or access to their status. It was a lonely position to be in, constantly surrounded by those who wanted something from her rather than genuine friendship.

And yet, Hekarro had her stumped.

Usually, it was easy for her to see through people, yet he remained a mystery to her. Stern and commanding, yet surprisingly gracious and self-assured. She almost wanted to believe he was honest, but quickly dismissed the thought with a scowl. In her experience, no one was truly honest; all that mattered was if the cost was worth the lies and manipulation.

So what was his deal?

What did he want from her?

And what was he willing to do to get what he wanted?

Victoria couldn't deny the unease that Hekarro's presence brought. He held all the power in this unfamiliar world - more knowledge, more resources. Even the thought of leaving the museum and braving a world that had changed drastically in the thousand years she was asleep made her pause. Survival would be damn near impossible on her own. Which meant that she was stuck here with Hekarro and his tribe if she wanted to live, under his control.

But then again…

Was it really so terrible to strike out alone and fight for her life, as she should have done a millennium ago?

A bitter chuckle escaped her as tears welled up in her eyes. She could practically hear her mama's disapproving voice, chiding her for her reckless thoughts. But what did her mama know? She was nothing but a fleeting memory now, ripped away too soon, leaving Victoria to question if her life was even worth fighting for anymore.

A sudden noise at the curtain drew her attention. The soft scuffle of feet somewhere on the other side and she scowled as she stalked over to pull it back with a sharp tug. Instead of Hekarro, she was met with Beta, the timid young 'doctor'. Her red curls bounced as she squeaked in surprise at being caught off guard. "I-I have food," she stammered, holding out a tray with shaky hands.

"Where's Hekarro?" Victoria grumbled with a sneer. "He said… He was supposed to be back later, and it's been hours."

"Are you going to throw something at me if you don't like the answer?" Beta asked timidly, flinching slightly as if expecting an outburst from Victoria. White-hot shame flooded her cheeks at that, and Victoria suddenly found she couldn't quite look the girl in the eye anymore.

"No," Victoria bit out sharply. "Just give me the damn food."

With a bashful smile, Beta handed over the tray. It held a small meal of seared meat and assorted vegetables, accompanied by crude silverware and a simple bowl of water. Victoria's nose wrinkled as she grunted under her breath and turned away, letting the curtain fall back into place. She walked over to her bed and sat down. She was half-tempted to throw the tray through one of the many cracks in the wall, but she couldn't resist the gnawing hunger in her gut and began to eat.

Beta's voice echoed from the other side of the curtain, pulling Victoria out of her thoughts. "How are you feeling?"

"Go away, kid," she bit out between mouthfuls of food, but instead of leaving, Beta spoke again.

"I'm… I'm really glad you're feeling good enough to eat."

Victoria scoffed and glared down at her tray, muttering, "Does no one in this crazy, fucked-up world understand the meaning of 'go away'?"

A soft voice responded from behind the curtain, playful and almost teasing. "We do, but only when asked nicely."

A moment passed in surprised silence before a small smile appeared on Victoria's face, and she couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle at the audacity. "Feeling bold now that there's a curtain between us, huh?"

"I suppose I am." There was a quiet laugh. "I'll take it though. It means that we get to talk. And talking is good!"

"Yeah? How do you figure that?"

There was a moment of silence, followed by the sound of shuffling feet and a heavy sigh. Then Beta's soft voice broke through, saying, "I used to be just like you. Scared, alone, and hiding from an unknown world outside. It seems easier to be by yourself, but it's isolating and can make you feel hopeless. Sometimes death even seems like a better option than facing it all alone." There was a bitter laugh before she added, "If it weren't for Aloy and her friends, I would have given up completely. They showed me that there are people who care and want to help. And I want you to know that there are people here who care and want to help you too, and that you don't have to be alone…"

Victoria swallowed down the bitter, vile retort that coated her tongue and quickly changed the subject. "You never answered my question: Where's Hekarro?"

"The Chief," Beta replied pointedly, which earned the girl a silent scowl at the curtain between them, "unfortunately had to deal with an emergency. There was a machine attack on the eastern road, and a few Tenakth were injured."

"Wait, what? Machine attack?"

An all-encompassing silence hung in the air, stretching on for what felt like an eternity. Victoria could feel her irritation growing with each passing second, until she finally decided to get up from her bed and march over to the curtain to yank it back. Beta's was looking up at her, wide green eyes regarding her with a mix of apprehension and curiosity.

"It's kind of complicated to explain?" Beta's voice wavered slightly.

Victoria let out an exasperated sigh. "Well, make it less complicated, kid."

Beta scrunched up her nose in thought: "Can I at least come in and sit? It'll be easier to explain that way."

Despite her annoyance, Victoria couldn't resist the pleading tone in Beta's voice. She jerked her head towards the desk before turning away and heading back towards the bed. As Beta made herself comfortable on the desk, Victoria pressed her back against the wall and pulled her knees up to her chest. Another moment of silence passed, with the both of them looking at each other. The room suddenly felt small with the pair of them sitting, even though there was a whole expanse of floor between the desk and the bed.

"You know what Project: Zero Dawn was, right?"

The question hung heavy in the air, a reminder of a time when Victoria thought she had all the answers. A thousand years ago, she would have confidently answered yes. But now, she couldn't be so sure. "I thought I did."

"That's understandable," Beta said with a nod. "The truth was kept hidden from most people. It gave them hope, thinking there was a chance for humanity to win against the Swarm. But in reality, the odds were stacked too high against The Old Ones. The biosphere was collapsing at an alarming rate, and the Swarm was multiplying faster than they could keep up."

Her jaw clenched as she was reminded of the futile fight she had waged. Every beat of her heart felt like a painful reminder of the horrors she couldn't escape.

Red, red, red—glimmering red 'eyes' and the sound of mechanical chittering as black clouds blot out the sun.

Memories flooded back, haunting her with images of barren wastelands and the taste of overwhelming fear like bile on her tongue.

Screams ring out, piercing her ears. Gasping for air, she watches in terror as a SCARAB decimates one of their jets, leaving behind a trail of destruction and death. Desperately clinging to hope, she reminds herself that they just have to survive another day. Just hope and pray that Zero Dawn can bring salvation from the chaos of fire, ash, and death.

She clenched her teeth. A lie. All a lie. They were nothing but sacrificial lambs to the slaughter. She forced herself to shut it all out and refocus on Beta. "So if Zero Dawn wasn't supposed to be a superweapon, then what was it supposed to be?"

"Project: Zero Dawn was the brainchild of Dr. Elisabet Sobek and several other leading scientists at the time the Swarm was gaining traction. Simply put, it's a self-regulated terraforming system under the guidance of a fully functioning AI and her subordinate functions. It's job, once it was fully implemented, was to shut down the Swarm and rebuild Earth's biosphere from the ground up, eventually leading to the rebirth of humans from hidden facilities all across the globe."

Victoria couldn't help but cast a glance at the broken walls around her, and Beta could only really offer her a pained smile at that. "It didn't really go exactly as planned."

"Yeah, no shit kid."

"But it still worked!" Beta pointed out quickly, "GAIA, the governing AI, shut down the Swarm and rebuilt the earth. Humans may not have reclaimed their place like Elisabet had hoped, but we're still here. We're still living, still trying to make her dream—all of their dreams—a reality and--"

Beta's words felt like salt rubbed into an open wound, a constant reminder of the ones who couldn't be saved. The ones who deserved to live more than Victoria did.

"You're still here," Victoria snapped back, her hands shaking as she struggled to contain the rage building inside her. "You're the ones still living! Not them. Not me." Her nails dug into her scalp, drawing blood as she fought against the overwhelming grief and guilt consuming her. This wasn't a victory. It was a curse, a cruel twist of fate, that left her alone in a world that was no longer hers.

"Victoria, I'm sorry I--"

"Enough, Beta…."

Victoria's grief-filled reverie was abruptly interrupted by the soft baritone of Hekarro. She turned her tearful gaze up to find him standing in the doorway, an arm pushing back the heavy curtain. Despite the tiredness evident in his eyes, there was a gentle warmth in the way he looked at Beta as he entered Victoria's room and made his way towards the desk. The young woman hopped down from her perch and shifted nervously on her feet before turning to gaze at Victoria with sad eyes.

"I really am sorry." She said softly before she all but fled from the room.

Hekarro watched Beta leave before he turned that tired gaze to Victoria, who swiped away her tears furiously. "Took you long enough." She muttered ruefully, which earned her an amused smile. Hekarro dipped his head slightly and crossed a hand to his heart, thick strands of his hair falling over his shoulder at the gesture.

"Forgive me, Victoria. I would have come and collected you sooner if I could. There was an incident that required my attention."

"Right," Victoria grunted, shifting her position on the bed before standing and joining Hekarro. He nodded towards the curtains, and they exited into the hallway together. "The girl--" she hesitated, scowling at the cracked stone floor. "Beta mentioned something about a machine attack?"

"Yes, that's right." Hekarro responded, taking the lead once again and guiding them back into the museum. "A squad of my Tenakth had an unfortunate run-in with a Shell-Walker convoy on the eastern road leading to Scalding Spear."

Victoria was taken aback by his casual response. She had braced herself for rejection or a dismissive attitude, but instead he spoke to her as if she belonged in his tribe. It confused her just as much as it irritated her. She observed him from the corner of her eye as they navigated around the holograms that flanked his throne and descended into the antechamber, where her mother's exhibit lay still. Hekarro barely acknowledged it as he continued out into the main hall, Victoria trailing closely behind.

As they passed by more flickering JTF-10 holograms and made their way towards the ruined archway that led outside, she finally spoke up. "It's quiet." she observed.

Hekarro responded with a thoughtful hum. "Evenings tend to be quiet around here. The guards are currently rotating shifts and some are recovering from their encounter with the Convoy in the Maw. It should afford you some peace and quiet, yes?"

As she was led beyond the museum archway, Victoria's retort dried up before it could escape her lips. The landscape spread out before her, and for a moment her heart stopped in wonder. The sun was starting to set in the west behind them, the sky transformed into a canvas of vibrant oranges, passionate reds, and deep blues that stretched across the entire horizon like a blazing inferno. Its golden rays cast a warm glow over everything in sight, creating dancing shadows and illuminating every intricate detail of the ruins and gnarled trees surrounding her. Then, a breeze suddenly swept through the jungle, rustling the lush canopy and carrying with it a tantalizing sweetness that seemed to caress Victoria's tongue with every inhale. It was a scent so pure and untainted by the pollution and corruption of her time that it made her heart ache with longing. How could something as simple as a breeze be so breathtakingly beautiful?

She stood there quietly, lost in her thoughts as she gazed at the distant horizon with a mixture of wonder and sadness. Hekarro stood by her side, also silent until he spoke up with a simple yet profound question.

"Does it look how you remembered?"

Victoria couldn't help but let out a small laugh. "No," she admitted, wiping away the tears that threatened to spill over. "This used to be all open fields before…before everything. You could see for miles, with the jets on display for tourists. There was even a road here once." she pointed to the faint outlines in the dirt, where broken asphalt was barely visible under layers of sand, dirt, and vegetation. She looked to Hekarro, who contemplated the distance with a curious look on his face. Almost as if he was trying to imagine everything she described.

Then he turned to her and his eyes met hers with a gentle kindness, and a small smile graced his lips. And her traitorous heart chose that moment to betray her and skipped several beats at the warm gaze of his honey-colored eyes, glinting with flecks of gold in the sunset. Yet again, she couldn't help but find him so stupidly handsome, though in all fairness to herself anyone would be foolish or blind to think otherwise. And she couldn't resist the idle curiosity of whether he was married or not.

She scowled and turned away, determined to block out the thought before it snowballed on her.

Taking the steps two at a time, Victoria reached the damaged road and chose a direction to start walking in. She followed the well-worn path towards the east, her ears picking up the sound of Hekarro's footsteps close behind her. He soon caught up to her as they approached a small river with a sturdy wooden bridge connecting its two banks.

In that moment, she felt completely out of her depth standing at the edge of that bridge. The vast expanse of the horizon taunted her, mocking her previous fast-paced life where she could easily traverse long distances with modern transportation. But now, in this future where she was the sole survivor of a dead time, how long would it take her to reach the Faraday Ranch now? The thought of spending days on foot to get home was both daunting and terrifying, making her feel even smaller in this unfamiliar landscape. She stole a glance at Hekarro, wondering if he understood just how immense the world truly was.

Suddenly, Hekarro motioned to his left and effortlessly matched her pace as they walked north along the bank of the river. The peaceful twilight was only interrupted by the evening birdsong and the buzzing of insects, mixing with the sound of their footsteps rustling the grass beneath their feet. She kept her gaze trained to the flowing river, watching insects and small critters flit between the reeds.

Eventually, Victoria's eyes were drawn upwards towards the sound of a distant rumble, her curiosity piqued as she and Hekarro strolled by the river. As they drew closer, the roaring sound grew louder, building into a symphony that echoed through the jungle. When the waterfall came into view, with the water cascading down and feeding into a vast lake that stretched out into the river, Victoria felt the wonder and awe strike her hard in the chest again.

She couldn't resist wandering away from Hekarro's side towards the edge of the lake. With trembling hands, she reached out to brush her fingertips against the vibrant petals of exotic flowers that crowded the field, their intense colors almost unreal in their beauty. Another breeze carried their intoxicating scent through the jungle, and filled her eyes with tears she couldn't begin to explain.

The lake too was a breathtaking sight, unlike anything she had ever seen before. Its pristine waters allowed her to see all the way to the bottom, where schools of brilliantly colored fish swam among the reeds. But it was a soft twinkling above the water's surface that drew her gaze upwards and sent her to her knees. As she fell, petals of flowers scattered into the air around her, carried away by the night wind. For above her, like diamonds on a silken black blanket, were the celestial heavens themselves. Thousands upon thousands of stars shimmered in the night sky, far more beautiful than anything in this world. Her heart caught in her chest and she fell onto her back, gazing up at the ever-moving cosmos with tears streaming down her face.

It was only when she felt the soft sway of flowers around her that Victoria realized Hekarro had joined her, laying on his back beside her in reverent silence. Together they watched the passage of the world unfold above them, lost in wonder as time slipped away unnoticed.

[writers-requiem]

"Cold blooded lover" The Lizard (1994) X GN! Reader headcannons

Just so we're clear: he isn't a dumb brute. Obviously.

Nor is he actually evil by nature.

Yes he did try to turn New York into a city of lizard people, but he wasn't thinking straight.

Canonically he's married to Margaret Connors, but here you replace her role.

See, Curt and the Lizard are two separate people. Curt is an honest genuinely good man but the Lizard is all about taking the good Curt wants to do and twisting it.

But this is about the Lizard, not Curt. (Sorry)

The Lizard likes to wrap you in the coils of his tail and give gentle squeezes.

He has some screws loose, but he's trying to change that.

He'll occasionally flex his enhanced strength by literally bench pressing you or a friggin boulder. Man is strong AF.

He also likes to play games like hide and seek, obviously loving to play seeker since he's really good about stealth and can really raise cortisol levels, making it easier to find his prey.

He jokingly says he's gonna turn you into a lizard person too and when he does, you bash his chest for even thinking it was funny. But he still got a rise out of you.

If he's tired, he'll just plop on the couch or bed while you're in it and refuse to move until you scratch him for at least half an hour. This reptile is NEEDY.

If you go in for a kiss, he'll pause. He's thinking about how to best approach it. You have a normal mouth and he has a full on muzzle for a mouth.

Where Curt is a chivalrous gentleman, the Lizard is more of an overly menacing flirtatious yet still insanely intelligent hunk.

You're the short one in this relationship. He's 6'8" and you're an average 5'7" sorry.

But even with all that, he still has one thing in common with Curt. They both have hearts of gold underneath their exteriors.

Once you came home later than usual and of course he noticed. With his heightened sense of smell he could tell you tried to get rid of some blood. And he wanted names, descriptions and addresses. Man wanted blood.

Would be the type to carry you bridal style or give you a piggyback ride.

Surprisingly good with kids. At first Billy was scared, for good reason, but over time the Lizard proved he could be a capable and dare I say, normal father.

If he plops himself on your lap and you are about to go do something, he will not let you leave until he gets his head scratches and gives you your daily kiss.

Thank you guys for reading this short yet sweet batch of headcannons for one of my favorite Spidey villains. Personally though, I just feel more attached to the look he has in the 90's animated series, so that's why I did that version of the Lizard. If you guys wanna see more of these fluff -ish headcannons for the big brained reptile, let me know. Asks are open.

[william-r-melich]

Mismatch of the Century - 05/15/2024

Joe Biden versus Donald Trump in a debate on June 27th, I'm looking forward to it. Even though it's on CNN (Communist News Network) with Dana Bash and Jake Tapper hosting, as about as far left you can go. I don't think they expected Trump to immediately say yes, but he has and no matter how they rig it, Trump will wipe the floor with Briben, or Bumden, or Biden that is. I think that's obvious to anyone with a functioning brain. The rules they laid out are heavily in Bumbledin's, or Biden's favor; no audience, turn off Trump's mic while Shmoey is talking, no RFK Jr, and of course two far-left leaning, Briben, or Biden supporting moderators. Trump surprisingly said yes. A second debate was offered by them to take place on September 10th on ABC, with the same rules. Trump then replied back by challenging Bumden, or Biden to another two debates, and have one of them on Fox News with Martha MacCallum and Bret Baier. That seems fair to me. So Bumbledin's team fired back by saying that Trump is playing games. Sounds like kids fighting in a playground. Ridiculous. If there's not going to be an audience, then don't have any moderators and just let them have at it for 1 and-a-half to 2 hours. Maybe at most have a time keeper, but no moderators. I think that would be more fun, but I seriously doubt that would happen. I'd pay $50 to see that on pay-per-view. Hell, I'd pay $100. I am so looking forward to June 27th, go Trump!

[banshee-cheekbones]

kinktober day 9 - frottage

title: care for you (could be a good excuse) [ao3: here]

fandom: Shadowhunters (TV)

main pairing: Jace/Simon

rating: T, for drinking and non-explicit sexual content.

word count: ~1300 words

written for: kinktober 2017, using the prompt ‘frottage,’ and for inktober for writers 2017, using the prompt ‘strings’  

short summary/tags: A chronicle of the various excuses Jace comes up with to explain why he keeps sleeping with Simon.

Spoiler alert: he runs out of good ones quite quickly. 

Tags: human au, college/university au, drunk sex, getting together, 5 things, happy ending.

The first time it happens, Jace has an irrefutable excuse when the morning after comes around.

Said excuse has more than a little to do with the hangover pounding at his temples and unsettling his stomach, the first one he’s had in years.

&.

The Hunter’s Moon is packed with people from wall to wall, crowded around the pool tables two deep, pressed up against the bar, arms waving in the air for service. It’s somebody’s birthday-

(whose birthday, Jace doesn’t exactly remember, even before he starts drinking)

-and the air is buzzing with celebration. Every so often, the room fills with raucous cheers as somebody offers to buy a round of shots for the entire bar, and the mood is just so damn festive that it’s hard to keep from being swept away on it like a wave at the beach.

So Jace doesn’t resist.

When the free rounds of shots are announced, he indulges gratefully, whenever he can shoulder his way up to the bar. Every so often, one of his friends passes by and shoves another drink into his hands, and who is he to say no?

By the time he realizes that he’s unsteady on his feet, he’s lost count of how many drinks he’s had, but he knows that he only paid for four of them.

He drifts through the crowd when he can, but it’s easier said than done; the sheer amount of people packed into the bar has to violate the fire code. Eventually, buffeted along by the tide, he ends up in the corner of the bar furthest from the front door, crowded into a booth with eight other people. He doesn’t know either of the girls sitting between him and the wall, both of whom seem to have a strong case of the giggles.

But on his other side, pressed right against him and still almost falling off the seat, one arm slung around the top of the booth that keeps falling down to drape across Jace’s shoulders, is Simon.

Simon from his Introductory Film Studies class, the one Jace had taken because nothing else fit into his schedule with his fourth year history and psychology classes.

Simon, who talks too much in class, who would probably teach the class if he could get away with it.

Simon, who actually does his share of the work (and more, sometimes) when they’ve been thrown together for group projects.

Simon, who not only smells good but also looks good in dark jeans and a deep blue button-up over a black t-shirt, dark hair slicked away from his forehead, glasses slipping down his nose, smile bright enough to light up a whole damn city, just as drunk as Jace.

In retrospect, frankly, Jace is surprised that they didn’t end up in the alley out back sooner, mere inches away from a fetid dumpster, clumsily frotting against each other until they both come in their pants like teenagers having their first time.

How he gets home is a little bit of a blur, but when he awakens the next morning, his memory of what happened is all too clear.

He blames it on the booze and doesn’t bother to send Simon a text about the subject.

He doesn’t get one in return.

When Simon comes to class on Monday, he takes a seat two spots away from Jace, talks just as much as normal, and when they are told to get into groups to discuss the film they were supposed to watch over the weekend, he slides over and immediately starts giving Jace his opinion.

But he doesn’t bring up the alley, and neither does Jace.

&.

The second time it happens, he has a different excuse.

Unfortunately, this one has far less to do with alcohol and festivities.

&.

It’s a Friday night, and he has his shared suite in the upper-years residence to himself, roommate back home visiting their parents for the weekend. He has a textbook spread across his lap and his phone resting in his hand, displaying a message from Izzy that’s so long Jace has to scroll to read the entire thing.

Despite the length, the message can really be summed up in the first sentence.

Dad had an affair, and Mom is filing for divorce.

He reads the message over and over again, tries to think of how to respond, and eventually gives up in favor of tossing the phone across the room, where it thankfully lands in his laundry basket. His parents have never had a perfect relationship, spent so much time arguing that Jace learned long ago to simply tune it out, but an affair?

He should call Alec or Izzy. Maybe even his mom, see how she’s doing, if there’s anything he can do to help her. Any of those options would be the right thing to do.

And he will do them. Eventually.

But first, to keep himself from calling his father and exploding on him, he needs a distraction.

He’s just reached for his gym bag when there’s a knock on the door.

Simon is standing on the other side, rubbing at the back of his neck, holding his tablet in his hand.

“Hey! Have you had any luck finding a stream for The-”

Jace wraps his fingers into the front of Simon’s obnoxious graphic t-shirt, yanks him in close, and kisses him until he can’t breathe.

When Simon pulls away, cheeks flushed almost comically red, his eyes are owlishly large behind his glasses, and there’s a grin slowly spreading across his face.

“Okay,” he says, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Okay, sure. I can work with this.”

With that, Jace tugs him into his room and kicks the door shut.

Monday dawns bright and sunny, but fall is unmistakably on the way, present in the orange leaves falling from the trees dotting the campus and the brisk wind that keeps finding its way through Jace’s layers as he walks to class.

This time, Simon takes the seat right next to him.

But they don’t talk about it.

&.

The third time it happens, Simon’s hands are Jace’s excuse.

&.

He walks into the Hunter’s Moon on a Thursday night, which happens to be Open Mic night, apparently. Simon is onstage, perched on a stool, strumming an acoustic guitar. After making a few adjustments to the tuning pegs, he waves to the group of people clustered around the stage at the back of the bar, and launches into a song. His voice is clear and confident, fills the room from wall to wall, and his long fingers move effortlessly along the strings, forming chords and picking out notes effortlessly. It seems to be a song of his own creation, so Jace doesn’t know if Simon makes any mistakes, but he certainly doesn’t make any obvious ones, doesn’t fumble with his hand placement or stutter.

Such talent deserves to be appreciated, and that’s the only reason Jace offers to walk Simon home once the show is over.

Really. That’s the only reason.

(They end up making out against the wall just inside the door of Simon’s tiny apartment, jackets shrugged to the floor even though there are coat hooks mere inches away.

“One of these days, I’m going to get you into my bed,” Simon gasps against Jace’s mouth, just as he pops open the button on Jace’s pants.

Jace doesn’t bother to rebut him.)

&.

As for the fourth time...

Well, Jace has an excuse.

Really. He does.

A damn good excuse.

He just can’t quite remember what it is.

(He blames that on how absurdly talented Simon’s mouth is.)

&.

By the fifteenth time, the only excuse Jace has left is that he likes Simon. Really likes him, even if he does talk too much in class, even if his opinions on the movies they watch in class are always the total opposite of Jace’s, even if he has a penchant for kicking Jace hard in his sleep.

And Jace is...

Well. Jace is actually completely fine with that particular excuse.

[damiano-mylove]

How you met them and what dating the members of Måneskin would be like

GN!reader, slight NSFW for Damiano *Masterlist*

Vic

You'd definitely meet Vic at the grocery store

She goes grocery shopping every Saturday at 10 am, and you don't know that because you're creepy, you know that because you do as well (being an adult and such)

Over time, you'd both start to notice seeing each other at the same times and places

Vic would eventually come over, after having traded more than a dozen looks with you

At first, she would give you a random complement (that made your heart soar for reasons unbeknownst to you at the time), and you would immediately compliment her back because there are so many things to complement about the unknown girl at the shops

Those random complements would soon turn into full blown conversations that you both looked forward to, every Saturday at 10 am

Conversations turned into doing your grocery shopping together

Vic would ask you to lunch after one of your grocery shopping adventures, which you gladly accepted given the beautiful woman had stolen your heart at first glance

Lunch would go absolutely swimmingly, and it became the new thing

Your relationship with Vic would evolve from doing your grocery shopping together, then having lunch, to basically spending every Saturday together, then seeing each other other days of the week

One night, having drinks at Vic's place, just the two of you, Vic would join your lips together in a sweet harmony that felt all too right

You brushed off the night as drunken kissing

But she held you hand at lunch that following Saturday, and asked to kiss you before you parted ways

The conversation was bound to happen, and it did. After that, you and Vic were officially an item

She introduced you to her friends, and you did the same - your group loving Vic, and her's loving you

Dating Vic would be full of gentle love bites on your tender neck, fruity red wine, painting your nails matching colours, and late nights

On those late nights, Vic would hold you close, a film playing softly in the back, while her attention laid on you

You, her person, her rock. You made Vic's heart go ablaze and she wouldn't trade you for the world

Nor would you for her

Thomas

Thomas gives off strong Boy-Next-Door vibes

One day, your interest was sparked by moving vans outside your window - someone was moving into the flat above you

It was a very loud day (furniture scraping the floors, heavy boxes being dropped, many feet with much too heavy footsteps) but you were baking

You had a function to attend to the following day, so your day was already planned as a day for baking your famous biscuits that literally everyone loved

Ingredients may have a price tag, but kindness does not. Once all the noise subsided, you brought a plate of cookies up to your new neighbour (hoping to at least buy their friendship so they wouldn't annoy you constantly)

When Thomas opened the door, your stomach immediately turned to static

He looked a little tired, no doubt from freshly moving in, but his beauty was still breathtaking

Thomas smiled at you sweetly and thanked you profusely for the biscuits - he told you about how his grandmother made the same type and he loved them

The next day, right after you'd come back from your function, Thomas brought you back the plate with a bashful smile - 'The biscuits were divine, better than grandmama's'

You giggled at his statement, then invited him in for tea and to finish off the biscuits that were "left over" (you'd actually saved them for yourself, but there was no one else you'd rather share them with)

Happily for the both of you, Thomas accepted the invitation, and he stayed in your flat, drinking tea with you and eating biscuits, till the wee hours of the next day

You and Thomas shared smiles from your balconies and the street below, but when you'd be walking the stairs together, it always turned into an invitation for a drink, or to watch a game, or just a chat

About a month and a half of friendship, Thomas asked you to the cinema

You gladly went with him

In the middle of the film, your hands bumped together, both reaching for the popcorn on your lap - resulting in heated faces and looking away

Thomas walked you back to your flat that night, leaving you with a kiss on the cheek and legs made of jelly

That next day, Thomas asked you to dinner

'Is this a date or just a hang out?'

'It can be whatever you'd like.'

To no one's surprise, you chose the former option

You never officially confirmed your dating status, but you'd figure Thomas introducing you to his family as his partner was confirmation enough

Dating Thomas would include him singing you mellow songs in the evenings, longing glances shared across rooms, lots of tea at all hours of the day, and extremely stupid jokes that turned sickeningly sweet

Those jokes would occupy your mind for days on end, cherishing every single joke shared

Ethan

As cliche as it sounds, you'd meet in a bar

There was a game on between Lazio and Milan - and you both were dragged there by your friends

People clamored around the bar and television screens, screaming and yelling, and everyone decked out in jerseys (the Lazio jerseys outnumbered the Milan jerseys 3:1)

Funnily enough, you met Ethan in the corridor for the toilets

'With a line this long, I might as well piss outside'

For a first impression, Ethan really did make an impression. One that made you laugh and his cheeks tint red at the knowledge that someone heard him say that

It sparked a conversation while you both waited in the long lines

You discovered that neither of you held too much of a love of football, which absolutely tickled you that someone was in the same boat as you

Ethan waited outside the washroom for you, then suggested you both go outside for a smoke

With a drunken smile (the only way to get through a football match is to drink, lets be real), you agreed and told the friends you came with where you'd be disappearing to

Outside, you and Ethan shared three fags each and lots of laughter and conversation

Surprisingly to Ethan's friends, when everyone came pouring out of the bar after the game finished, Ethan had you pressed against the wall in a heated kiss

While being the most shy member of the band, Ethan reacted the most prominently to liquid courage, which you were more than okay with

You traded information, and the next day, you woke up to a sweet text from Ethan, asking you to a cafe to get to know each other in a sober environment

No complaints, you went

Ethan was just as funny as he was last night, and neither of you stopped smiling the entire time you were together

You saw each other quite often after that; sharing the occasional kiss, but full of laughter and stupid faces in silent moments

Eventually, you got brave and asked for Ethan to be your boyfriend

His face and ears went bright red, and he immediately looked to his slender fingers, chuckling nervously - but he happily agreed

Dating Ethan would include a hell of a lot of cuddles, lots of reassurance, few kisses but very meaningful kisses, and more laughter than you've ever shared with anyone else

Ethan will make you one of the happiest people on Earth, and in exchange, he is the happiest, just to have you in his arms in the mornings (even if you drool on him in your sleep)

Damiano

Without a doubt, you'd meet Damiano at a bar

There wouldn't be a game one, it was just a Friday night, and you felt like cutting loose with your idiot friends, whom you very much loved

Damiano would spot you immediately

You, of course, had already spotted him, but your friends were drooling over him, and every single person in the bar was as well, so you just put him out of your mind

That is, until he swaggered right up to you while you were grabbing drinks for your friends who were all on the dance floor

His expensive scent intoxicated you better than any booze behind the bar, making your skin tingle immediately. Damiano radiated heat, but that could've just been how warm it was in the bar from all the people

As the bartender was mixing your drinks, Damiano asked you your name

'A beautiful name for a beautiful person'

You thought he was just looking for a one-night stand, which you were actually quite down for

However, the night was still young, and you still had drinks to deliver to your friends, so you thanked him for the compliment and sauntered off to your friends with the drinks in hand

They called you a myriad of names for you basically turning Damiano down to do what? To dance with people you'd known for years?

Fortunately, walking off hadn't deterred Damiano

His eyes were on you for the entire night, until you built enough nerve to approach him

It didn't take too long for him to offer to bring you back to his place - you didn't need more than a second to accept

That night didn't lead to sex, however. Damiano thought you to be drunk to give him any meaningful consent, so he just left you to sleep in his bed, while he took the couch

When you woke up, you wrote your number with the lipstick in your purse on his bathroom mirror, and you left without a sound to wake him up

He called you that same day and invited you to the bar again

The entire weekend was spent going to the bar, sleeping either with or at Damiano's, which suited you just fine

Unfortunately, you had an actual job that required you to go to work, so when he invited you out on Sunday, you had to decline, then again on Monday

Tuesday, however, you invited him to your place for a couple drinks and you ended up falling asleep on his shoulder on the couch

Damiano woke up with you for your job and stayed with you as you got ready that morning, smiling at you through the mirror of your bathroom

Soon enough, your nightly encounters turned into real dates that changed location and theme constantly

Damiano was spontaneous and you loved it

He'd call you the cutest pet names under the sun, and bring you everywhere you were willing to go with him

Damiano never called you his partner; you were his lover

When you'd be alone, he always referred to you as 'Y/n, the light of my life, the only flower in my field, the cream in my jeans'

Made you blush like mad, but that was Damiano's favourite part

Dating Damiano would include doing each other's eyeliner, lots of PDA, reading side by side on the couch with a record playing softly, never falling asleep alone

Sleeping beside Damiano was like sleeping next to a furnace, so blankets were never needed, but cuddling was required

if it sucks, y’all gotta tell me😩🙏

for @fairyth0rns , i hope you like it

[heytherejulietx]

movie night - stanley uris

↳ a/n - just a little drabble i typed out because i was bored and couldn’t stop thinking of fluffy fluffy stanley <3

↳ content warnings - swearing, aged up losers. that’s it this fic is just pure fluff lmao

↳ 1.2k word count

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movie nights at bill’s house always went the same; richie would commentate through the whole movie, and would switch seats multiple times because he couldn’t sit still. bev would throw popcorn at richie when he wouldn’t shut up. eddie would insist to sit as far from richie as possible to avoid the popcorn war, which usually ended up with him sat beside bill or mike. and y/n would have to endure more or less than two hours sat beside stanley. it wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy sitting beside him - she loved being near him, but that was the problem. sat beside the boy you’re crushing on and having to resist looking at them was basically torture.

stan and y/n had always been close - they were best friends way before the losers club was even a thing, so between them they had years of friendship before the group. whatever they did, y/n and stan would always end up doing it together. at the fair? they’d go on the rides together. at the cinema? they’d sit next to each other. so at bills for movie night they shared the love seat for the movie.

richie’s night to pick was always the worst, because it guaranteed him to talk even more than usual since it was a movie he enjoyed. y/n couldn’t be mad that he spoke through the movie, she knew her friend well enough to know that he simply couldn’t help it. it just made it even harder to focus on the movie.

though it seemed almost impossible to focus on the movie anyways, because all y/n wanted to do was sleep. she had been staying up later than usual all week to study for a test, so the fact that she’d had five hours of sleep in two days accompanied with sitting on a very comfy sofa pressed against her crush best friend just guaranteed that she’d be fighting sleep the whole movie.

“gremlins!” richie stood in front of the tv set as he loudly announced his movie choice for the night, waving the vhs case in front of all the losers as he grinned.

“isn’t that a christmas movie?” eddie piped up, and richie rolled his eyes.

“yeah, tiny little monsters running around and terrorising everybody. how festive.”

“it’s set at christmas you fuckin’ moron.”

as richie and eddie started bickering y/n rolled her eyes and tucked her legs underneath her thighs to get more comfortable, her back pressed against the sofa cushions. the movie hadn’t even started and she could have fallen asleep. she rubbed her eyes with the heel of her palms and sighed, thankful that it was probably only two hours until she could be in bed asleep. provided richie and eddie didn’t argue for much longer.

“now’s the time i get to say ‘i told you so’, right?” stan’s voice made her look up as the loveseat dipped beside her and she sighed, rolling her eyes.

“be my guest, asshole.” she mumbled with a playful punch to his arm and he chuckled.

stanley leaned back into the sofa with his legs stretched out in front of him, and slung his arm around the back of the sofa right behind her. it was something he always had done so she never questioned it. he had a bowl of popcorn sat in his lap that bev was already reaching up to steal from her seat on the floor. y/n reached for a few pieces of popcorn herself as she leaned her head back against the sofa, turning her attention to the tv as richie had stopped bickering with eddie to load up the vhs tape.

the movie started playing and all that y/n could focus on was not falling asleep. for once she barely noticed richie’s commentary of the movie which progressed into bickering with eddie, she barely even noticed anything other than the way her eyelids had grown too heavy and the couch was so comfortable that she could drift off right there. her head was nodding as her eyes dropped shut, and in her half-coherent state she realised her head had fallen against something comfortable. sleepily she smiled slightly and leaned further into the soft material, and relaxed completely against what she was leaning against as she started drifting off to sleep.

she accidentally slept through the entire movie. when her eyelids fluttered open again the credits were rolling (she couldn’t make out the words because everything was a little blurry, but she could see the white lines scrolling against a black background and took an educated guess). she could hear richie arguing with eddie not surprisingly about one thing or another behind the sofa. glancing up she saw bev still sat on the floor, though ben sat beside her that time. bill was sat on the other sofa with mike at his side. where was stan?

y/n realised exactly where he was when she felt an arm tighten ever so subtly around her waist, and her eyes widened as her cheeks flushed pink when she figured out that she had been sleeping against stanley’s shoulder. she glanced down at herself and noticed that a blanket had been draped over her body, too, and couldn’t help but smile softly to herself. stan was comfortable. his sweater made his shoulder soft to lean against, and when she inhaled she could smell his comforting scent of cinnamon and vanilla. she almost wanted to pretend like she hadn’t woken up to spend more time with stan like that. though y/n knew that she would have to be home soon, and she really had to get some proper sleep in her bed. so reluctantly y/n sat up from his shoulder with a yawn and stretched out a little. laying in such a weird poison left her neck feeling funny, and she winced as she tried to stretch it out.

“hey,” stan was smiling softly when she glanced up at him, a look that she couldn’t quite decipher the meaning behind other than knowing that he was happy. “you fell asleep and i didn’t want to wake you. i know you haven’t really been sleeping well, and you looked so peaceful…” he trailed off with a sheepish smile, and y/n gave him a somewhat bashful one in return.

“thank you, i’m sorry for falling asleep on you.” she shook her head a little embarrassed, secretly still joyed over the soft moment.

before stan could respond richie had come back in front of the sofa and started complaining that y/n had missed the movie, though she wasn’t really listening. a small smile was still painted over her lips at the thought of how warm stan was and how nice it felt to be pressed against him.

the next time they had a movie night, stanley and y/n took the loveseat again. they watched labyrinth per bev’s request. y/n leaned against stan again with his arm around her waist, though that time she was fully awake.

[kunikinnie]

Can I have Atsushi fluff headcanons?? Nothing specific, just him with a fem!reader being cute. Please?

a/n: hi! I hope you don't mind me choosing a more specific prompt for this. Please feel free to request again if you had something else in mind :)

firsts

featuring: Atsushi x F!Reader

Date

He had invited you for a movie date during the weekend

Why movie date? He 1. has to talk less 2. if he has to talk, the movie is a great topic 3. you can't see his blushing face for at least an hour and a half

Of course you chose the movie to watch. Atsushi isn't picky when it comes to those kinds of things

Since this is probably his first date ever he took extra effort to look good but casual. You get me?

May or may not have wanted to faint when he saw you in a more casual dress and hair. It's so surreal it almost hurt (he couldn't look at you in the eye before the movie began lol)

He was worried that he couldn't focus on the movie, but surprisingly he got immersed in it as much as you did. It was a good time, really

The dinner part went pretty smoothly. It was a miracle, but by the time you guys went out to eat after his nerves miraculously disappeared

Walked you home after (with a considerable distance between you two, but it was good for starters)

Slept the best sleep of his life that night probably because he barely got any the previous night from the anxiety and excitement

Kiss

He was walking you home (hand-in-hand at this point) after one of your dates (like any other date; he's trying his best to be a gentleman :3)

At this point you were pretty comfortable with each other. He wasn't too shy and nervous around you anymore

But he had yet to make a bigger move on you. Holding hands was your initiative, and deep inside you were hoping he'd be the one to initiate something (since it was established pretty early on his boundaries were less flexible than yours)

As much as you wanted to kiss him right now you were worried it would be a bit too much for him

"We're here now, Y/N-san"

You stared at him in the eye in silence, his confused expression only getting more scrunched as your eyes would flicker to his lips every now and then

"Y/N-"

"G-good night, Atsushi. Thank you for tonight."

Before you could open the gate/door though, his hand firmly but gently grabbed one of your wrists. Once you turned to his direction his face was dangerously close to yours

His hand slides down to yours and squeezes it. "Can I, Y/N?"

After a small nod he slowly and gently presses his lips on yours. The kiss was stiff and inexperienced but not any less loving or caring as he had been with you since he realized he loved you deeply

You would've returned the kiss if he hadn't pulled away so soon. His face was so red and so warm he might have passed out

I Love You

I'm willing to bet he said this when he confessed to you lol but let's forget about that for now

It was his birthday and you decided to prepare something extra special for him. A small dinner and a gift you've been preparing for a while now

You decided to hold it with him alone at his place and as a separate event from the ADA's

He's been elated the whole day but being there with you redefined the limits of his beating heart

"Happy Birthday!"

It's his first time receiving this kind of birthday bash from just you, just his girlfriend. He's still not used to this kind of treatment and pampering that he almost feels like he doesn't deserve it

The overwhelming emotion manifested as uncontrollable tears that fell from his wide eyes

As he hugged you tightly and sobbed on your shoulder, he thanked you not just for today but for being with him until this point

"Thank you for everything, Y/N. I love you so much. Thank you so much-"

His only wish then was to have many more birthdays like this with you

[joheunsaram]

temper tantrums + cookies (myg)

Summary- Being a single dad is hard, especially when Yoongi’s daughter decides to throw a tantrum as he shops for groceries.

word count- 2.8k

pairing- dilf!Yoongi x Reader

rating- PG

genre- fluff, strangers2(maybe?)lovers, meetcute

warnings- YOONGI GROCERY SHOPPING, single fatherhood fears and insecurities

a.n- Omg my first fic on this new blog after the whole debacle. Thank you for everyone who followed me and bore with my clown self. I hope you enjoy this! Yes, I’m a simp for when Yoongi went grocery shopping in New Zealand. sigh.

A huge shoutout to @hobisbeautifulass​ for helping me plot this and @oftenderweapons​ for helping fix the ending! 💕

As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! 💌

perm taglist- @cheesecakes-randomshitz, @aroseforyoongi, @hobisbeautifulass​

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Yoongi groaned as he strained to open his eyes. He could barely stifle a yawn as he leaned on the stroller slowly moving it through the aisle. His phone rested atop of the little tray attached to the handles, buzzing incessantly as messages from his company bombarded the screen. Could he not have some rest even on a Sunday?

He sighed as he stopped in front of the cereals, examining the boxes, trying to decide between his craving for Froot Loops and the healthier choice of Muselli. Knowing that he would be eating said cereal for dinner this whole week, he opted for Museli, missing the days he had enough time to cook a proper meal for himself.

“Daddy! Up!” Hyunji’s lisp pulled him out of his reminiscing as he watched his two year old daughter wriggling around in her seat, arms up to coax him into carrying her. Rubbing his eyes and trying to balance his grocery basket, Yoongi crouched to her level as she impatiently smacked her hands on the foam bar in front of her. He couldn’t help but smile at her - her tiny eyes almost hidden by her rosy chubby cheeks, hair a mess as she had managed to pull one of her pigtails out. 

“We’ll be home soon, Ji,” he cooed at the chaotic love of his life, placing his basket on the floor to fix her shoe that had seemed to come undone for the eighth time this morning. However, his placades were lost on her as his daughter used her future swimmer lungs to scream, her shrill voice making him wince, but surprisingly working much better than the two iced coffees he had chugged earlier.

With a groan, Yoongi settled on the floor, trying to dodge her little feet that were kicking at him. He really couldn’t wait till she outgrew her temper tantrums. Reaching into his hoodie pocket, he pulled out a small pack of tissues, trying his best to get rid of the snot and tears that flowed down her face as she angrily fought him, her tiny fists colliding with his forearms.

“Ji, please. Calm down,” Yoongi sighed, trying his best to pacify his screaming daughter, while throwing apologetic glances at the shoppers passing by. “Okay, you want to be like that? Then let it out of your system. Go ahead.”

Resigning himself to his fate, Yoongi sat cross-legged in front of her stroller and rubbed his eyes. He knew Hyunji would calm down soon enough, and with the week he had he didn’t care if passerbys thought he was a terrible father for letting his daughter cry her eyes out in the breakfast aisle. In fact, he didn’t care that he himself was close to tears. He felt overwhelmed and bitter, the words of his mother ringing in his ears. “If only you had worked out your issues, she would be here, and you wouldn’t be alone!”

He laughed deliriously, the weeks of shitty sleep catching up to him as he pleaded with his daughter to calm down, bribing her with candy he never bought her to no avail. “Please baby, just half an hour and then we’ll be home,” Yoongi negotiated, his eyes glassy as Hyunji shrieked in response, causing him to startle and bang his shin against the wheel. He hissed in pain, grimacing with his head against the foam rod as she pulled at his dark hair. He loved his daughter, truly from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn’t wait till she started preschool next week and he could get some reprieve. 

“Do you mind if I try?”

Yoongi followed the voice to see you crouching next to him. Dressed in a printed dress with little dinosaurs all over it, and a pair of red glasses that matched your shoes, you didn’t seem like you worked at the store, but Yoongi couldn’t care less. He didn’t know if his exhaustion was blurring his mind, but you seemed like the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He couldn’t stop staring at you, from the slope of your nose, to your hair that fell into your eyes. Had Yoongi really been that deprived of adult human contact that just looking at you made his heart pound in his chest and heat rise to his cheeks? Wow, your lips were really pretty. They looked so soft, crinkling a little on the side when you spoke. Oh shit, you were speaking!

Yoongi was broken out of his thoughts by your voice. “What’s her name,” you asked, tentatively reaching out towards the angry toddler.

“Hyunji.” 

Yoongi felt as if he was in a daze, he couldn’t stop staring at you as you reached out to lightly touch Hyunji, your fingers grabbing her little hand in something akin to a handshake. He watched in awe as Hyunji immediately stopped her screams to look at you curiously, her head tilted to the side as she sniffled. Yoongi would be upset that his daughter seemed to be more calm with a stranger than him if it weren’t for how the soft smile on your face made him lose his train of thought. It made your cheeks puff up a little and he felt his heart skip a beat at the small movement.

“Hey Hyunji! I’m Y/N. How are you today,” you said, as Hyunji finally responded with what Yoongi had spent the whole year teaching her, moving her hand away and looking wary. Yoongi felt pride surge through him knowing that his daughter wasn’t going to let a stranger act all buddy-buddy with her. However, Hyunji’s rejection made a small frown appear on your lips, and Yoongi mentally willed his daughter to be nice to you. 

You weren’t deterred however, and with another smile, you reached into your bag draped across your torso to retrieve a small stuffed toy shaped like a chocolate cookie type character. Yoongi’s eyes couldn’t help but follow the strap of your bag as it rested between your chest, perfectly aligned with the slight cleavage afforded by the dress. He gulped, trying to shake the flurry of thoughts that ran through his mind like how his face would feel if it was the strap. 

“No handshake? Okay. How about a toy,” you asked, grinning and shaking the character in front of the toddler, your smile getting wider as she responded immediately reaching for the toy. So much for stranger danger training. Your voice turned high pitched and cartoonish as you pretended to be the toy, Hyunji immediately lighting up and laughing, the switch an instant 180. “Hi Hyunji, I’m Shooky! Nice to meet you!”

“Shooky!” she exclaimed, waving the toy towards Yoongi to show it to him gleefully. Yoongi smiled, cooing at his daughter. Turning towards you, he found you smiling at him, the same soft smile that made him senseless earlier. He wanted to thank you for saving him, for calming down his whirlwind of a daughter, but his mouth seemed to have a mind of its own.

“Is that a cookie? She’s not allowed to have cookies.”

“It’s a toy…” You seemed confused, rightly so, your eyebrows scrunched together as you blinked slowly, trying to decipher his meaning. Yoongi should’ve clarified, apologized, but he wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t double down.

“Shaped like a cookie. That’s a slippery slope.” He waved towards his daughter who seemed to be bashing the poor character against her leg, giggling. He realized his type of humour was not everyone’s cup of tea and so when he watched your lips down turn, he started to apologize only to be stopped by you smirking at him.

“So you’re saying a toy shaped like a cookie is a gateway drug to junk food,” you said, an eyebrow raised at him. Your wit made him cackle, an unattractive, loud scream of a laugh that immediately turned him red in embarrassment. God, he was such a loser! He cleared his throat conscious of the way you chuckled in amusement. He really needed to get out of the house more often.

“I’m sorry. I’m tired. Thank you, really. I had resigned to sitting here for a couple of hours.” He smiled up at you as you stood up and watched Hyunjin in endearment, who was now thoroughly engrossed in ‘Shooky’. Following your lead, Yoongi made to stand up, only to realize one of his feet had decided to fall asleep on him causing him to stumble back with a groan.

“Need a hand?” You raised a hand towards him, one that he took graciously, if only to feel how soft your hands were, and they were so soft. He groaned a little as he stood, taking extra care not to pull you to the ground with him, regardless of how much he wanted to. Jesus, Yoongi. Relax, dude.

“Thanks. I swear I’m not as old as I seem,” he deadpanned as you giggled a little at his bones cracking loudly.

“I didn’t think you were old.” You shrugged in response as he thought of ways to keep the conversation going. However, his mind was blank. You looked at him expectantly, and in true awkward fashion, Yoongi averted your gaze, instead looking at his daughter. His jaw dropped at the sight before him as he squinted at his offspring who seemed to be dozing happily in the stroller, clutching the cookie under her chin.

“She’s asleep… How did you do that?” He was dumbfounded. There was a reason Yoongi still seemed like he was sleep walking even two coffees down. Hyunjin had been having trouble falling asleep for weeks, waking him up at all hours of the night. The doctor said something about her delayed teething, but at this point Yoongi was convinced she just hated him for never letting her have sugar. 

“No biggie. I work in childcare. I’ve been trained.” He looked at you in awe and you chuckled, patting him on the shoulder in an attempt to break him out of his daze. Could he fall in love at first sight? He was beginning to think, yes.

“Yes biggie! She never falls asleep,” he exclaimed, running a hand through his hair. “What kind of witchcraft…” He looked from you to his daughter, still in disbelief as he muttered, earning a hearty laugh from you in response.

“I’m Y/N, by the way,” you said, smiling as you closed your bag and fixed the strap, and he had to physically restrain his eyes from zeroing in on your chest again. He wasn’t going to lie, his eye balls felt strained at the effort.

“Yoongi. But seriously, thank you. I promise I’m not a bad father,” he provided, the shock now wearing off into anxiety as he thought about how much of a crap father he seemed to be so amazed at seeing his daughter fall asleep. You shook your head at him, a small sound of disapproval leaving your lips.

“I think you’re a great father, Yoongi. Don’t worry, toddlers are hard.” The praise made his heart stutter as blood rushed to his ears. The way you softly affirmed him made him feel seen. He didn’t know how much he needed to hear that, and to be honest, he felt a little emotional.

“I… thank you. I’d like to say you’re wrong but yeah, especially alone,” he spoke quietly. He didn’t know why he specified he was single. Maybe to see if you were as interested in him as he was in you. He didn’t think it was possible. Who would want to be with a single father who couldn’t even handle his own child in a public space? He felt his insecurities gnaw at him as he descended further into his head. His sudden silence may have alarmed you because before he could say anything, you touched his shoulder gingerly, the feel of your fingers scorching him through the thick layers of his sweater.

“Well you’re doing great. Professional opinion.” You smiled and Yoongi wanted to cry. Why were you so nice? He missed nice. He hadn’t had nice in a long time. He wanted to say something, ask you for your number, but that seemed too forward so he settled for gratitude, as you picked up his basket and handed it to him.

“Thank you…”

“Cute,” you giggled quietly. “It was nice meeting you Yoongi.” 

Much to his disappointment, you started walking away. He really shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up. Hope always led to dismay.

“You too, Y/N. Really great.” He sighed, almost wistfully, resigned to the fact that he would probably never see you again as you waved and turned around.

“Say bye to Hyunji for me.”

“I will.”

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He looked at his daughter with pride as she stood in front of him, her dark hair in two slightly lopsided braids, that had taken Yoongi an hour to master through youtube tutorials. He couldn’t help but feel a little choked up as she excitedly pulled on his arm all but running towards her classroom, her frilly pink dress swishing with each step. He couldn’t believe she was old enough for school already - preschool, but still. 

Yoongi tried to stop his brain from conjuring up pictures of her future; her graduating, her walking down the aisle. No, screw sleep, he didn’t need it. This was too fast. He held her hand tightly, reluctant to let her go as they reached the door. 

What was he supposed to do now that she was going to be gone all day? He could almost feel himself tear up at the thought of how much he was going to miss her, and she was still holding her hand. Maybe he could ask the teacher if he could just sit and watch. Sure he had to be at his home office to start work in thirty minutes, but he could just say he suddenly fell ill.

However, all thoughts as well as his breath left him as his eyes fell on a familiar figure - the beautiful, kind woman from the grocery store. You. 

This time around you were dressed in a dress that had little planets on it, looking a lot like Ms Frizzle with your hair in a top knot. Yoongi didn’t know whether to be ecstatic that universe had given him another opportunity to talk to you or be depressed because he knew he would never be with.

“Yoongi!” The joy and surprise in your voice made his face crinkle in a goofy smile that he had absolutely no control over, as he fiddled with his fingers, Hyunjin quickly abandoning him at the first sign of new friends. She definitely did not inherit her stellar social skills from him, as he stood there unable to form a response other than a shy utterance of your name.

“I was hoping to run into you again,” you said, beaming blindly and Yoongi blushed.

With his heartbeat accelerating, he realised that those eight words were probably the best he had ever heard.

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[katsumatsu4]

@squib-2006 happy holidays! Here’s your secret santa gift :)

It was my first time writing skylor, so I hope it’s not too awkward :’)

Operation "Fire escape"

Lloyd didn't have anything against Skylor.

Really! She was determined, resolute and knew how to stood her ground, loyal, trustworthy – what's not to like?

Which is not to say he's going to regret anything he does tonight.

"Why, exactly, are you doing this?" said Cole, eyes following the various items disappearing inside Lloyd's black backpack.

Lloyd grinned impishly. He didn't worry that Cole would rat him out; his silence was already bought with two weeks worth of desserts.

"Ah, it's their first official date. And, as the youngest sibling,"-his face morphed into the display of seriousness so sincere it had to be fake-"it is my sacred duty to make it unforgettable."

---

Okay, maybe the snakes were a mistake.

Lloyd watched as the panicked crowd tried to get away from the love ride. He barely heard the screams, more focused on two figures at the edge of the mass of people. They were scanning their surroundings and the boy knew he has hidden too slow. Shit, they must have noticed me.

He brought it upon himself, to be honest.

Weird lights in the mirror room? Innocent enough.

Smoke bombs in the haunted house? A little suspicious, but easy to wave off.

Kelp falling from the ceiling? Weird, but not that uncommon, the tunnel was filled with water after all.

But fake snakes in the river? Lloyd wanted to bash his head against the wall. That was his signature move! Of course Kai connected the dots!

They stopped looking around, now talking to themselves. He let himself have a silver of hope. Maybe they didn't notice after all...

And then they bolted to the exit.

Startled, Lloyd reacted too slow and before he knew it he lost sight of either of them.

Ah, damn. He had so much more planned.

Oh well, there was nothing he could do now. As far as he was concerned, today's work was a job well done. He went to collect his things around the amusement park.

Now it's just waiting for Kai to go back home he thought mischievously.

---

When they stopped running, they were almost half a city away. Kai leaned against the brick wall, trying to catch his breath. Beside him Skylor was doing the same.

"Think we lost him?"

He shrugged. "I mean, probably? We went fast but kid's pretty resilient." He looked over the rooftops and along the street. Thankfully there was no suspicious flashes of green and black in sight.

Kai shuffled his feet, unable to look up at Skylor. That... wasn't how he envisioned this evening.

"Sorry it turned out like that. I don't know what he was thinking!" he grunted, eyes locked on the ground.

She laughed heartily at that. "What are you talking about? It was delightful!" She smirked and run her hand over his furrowed brow. "I won't forget this day to the end of my life."

He sighed but smiled and looked up.

"Yeah, I should have expected that; of course you would find this psychological warfare entertaining."

Skylor wiggled her fingers comically: "Ooooo, how evil I am! Truly, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree!" she finished in a sinister voice.

It was his turn to laugh.

"Geez, no wonder you and Lloyd get along so nicely. True menaces."

She nudged him in the side.

"Come on tiger, we probably lost the kid already, there should be no more surprises. How about we go and find some cafe? My treat."

He puffed indignantly.

She quirked her eyebrow. "Now, before you try to be a gentleman or whatever, remind me. which one of us is the heir to the incredibly prosperous noodle empire? And which one doesn't know what taxes are?"

He stuck his tongue at her. The brow went higher.

"Okay okay, let it be your way, your highness." He bent into the mocking half-bow. "Lead the way!"

The cafe was surprisingly empty for the hour, only a few customers scattered by the tables. The woman behind the counter flashed a smile when they strolled through the door.

"Welcome! What can I get you?"

Skylor stared at the menu, suddenly uncertain.

"Hmm, maybe... Coffee. No no, not coffee. Tea maybe? Ugh.."

Kai snorted.

"You really hadn't think it through."

"Shut up, I was trying to be smooth." She shifted. "It's not like I was visiting places like that a lot, you know." She turned to him. "How about you order first, smart-ass?"

He looked at the board.

"Well... maybe hot chocolate? With double marshmallows."

"Sweet tooth much?" she chuckled and turned to the counter. "The same for me please. But just normal amount of marshmallows please."

"Double marshmallows is the normal amount of marshmallows!"

"Yeah, sure, whatever you say tiger."

The barista gave them a knowing look. "Two chocolates, got it." She gestured to the tables. "Take a seat, I will bring your order in a moment."

Skylor nodded and lead them to the table for two a little on the left. They sat down and finally relaxed. She run her fingers through her hair, trying to get all the green stuff out. She smelled it and smirked.

"Thank the spirits, it's just some sort of seaweed. I was worried it was going to be paint or some other shit."

Kai rummaged through his hair and pulled out some more plants.

"Yeah that was pretty tame compared to what he could do. He must really like you."

"I guess that's good?"

He scowled.

"For you? Sure. But for me it probably means more pranks back home.

"That bad?"

Kai waved it off.

"Eh, nothing I hadn't faced before." Then a shadow appeared on his face. "Unless he convinced others to help. Then it will be a cataclysm." He rubbed his chin. "Maybe i should sleep outside today, just to be sure."

She snorted.

"Come on, you're exaggerating now."

"Yeah, maybe a little. But can you blame me."

Skylor thought back at the snakes in the love tunnel.

"Hardly."

Kai nodded solemnly at that.

"Here you go! Two chocolates with marshmallows, as ordered." The barista winked, putting the additional tray next to the mugs. "And something extra, on the house."

She walked away and they gazed at the tray. There, on the napkins decorated in hearts, laid ginger cookies. Every one looking like two people holding hands.

Subtle they thought simultaneously.

Kai took a first bite, his face lighting up.

"Man, they are good! We should come here more often."

Skylor took one for herself and find out that they were, in fact, delicious.

The munching filled the air for a while.

"Must be fun, huh? Having so many siblings."

He stopped at the question, gulped down the cookie and answered.

"Well, they're a lot sometimes, but I honestly don't know what I would do without them."

She smiled warmly. It was still amazing, seeing their family so close to each other and how much love they had for each other. Compared to her...

She shunned the thought before it could sour her mood and instead focused on the person in front of her.

"Say, are all younger siblings like this,"-she vaguely gestured at the leftover kelp still in her hair-"or is Lloyd a special case?"

Kai snickered.

"Oh, he definitely is not alone in it. You should have seen what Nya cooked up when I tried dating that one guy in middle school. I was finding glitter everywhere for the next month! As for Lloyd, he had a penchant for chaos for as long as I knew him. Have I ever told you how we first met?"

She furrowed her brow.

"What do you mean 'first met'? Didn't the three of you grow up together?"

He blinked slowly, trying to guess where she got that from.

"What? No? I mean, me and Nya did, but we met Lloyd like, four-five years ago?" His eyes widened. "Wait, did you thought we were related?"

"Maybe?! I didn't thought about it, I just assumed-"

"Us and the literal Son of the Dark Lord-"

"Shutupshutup it just didn't cross my mind-"

"Did you thought Garmadon-"

"No, obviously, well, maybe a little, you seemed close-"

"Oh my." He leaned on the table, choking with laughter. "I can't believe you thought Garmadon was my dad."

Her chicks reddened a little with embarrassment.

"Stop it. What was I supposed to think, I barely knew anything about your relationships."

"There there, I'm stopping, see."

His lips quivered with barely contained giggle. She scoffed but decided to let it slide.

"So, what's the story with Lloyd if that's not the case."

He leaned back, thoughtful.

"Well, he tried to imitate his father a lot when he was younger. The evil part, i mean. When we first met he was trying to scare villagers so they would, and brace yourself for that," He made a melodramatic pause. "give him all their candies." He shook his head. "Can you believe the extent of his dreadful deeds?"

Skylor chuckled.

"You're right, I wasn't expecting that. And what happened next?"

Kai smile faltered.

"Well, next..." He scratched his neck, suddenly uncomfortable. "We, I mean me and the guys, took the all the stuff back and kinda left him on his own there."

She froze. That didn't sound right.

"Yeah, I know, not my best decision there. I guess we just... didn't really think about all the implications of a nine year old with no one to look after him." He fell silent for a second, before resuming. "After that he somehow stumbled upon serpentine tombs." He shot her a look. "Though you probably heard that part already? With your dad and all."

She nodded.

"Okay, cool, uh. So, skipping that. Lloyd got in trouble with the snakes, Wu took him in and told us he's there to stay. We were a little annoyed by that, but we began warming up to him over the time. I think Nya was the first to really befriend him though. They seemed to get along pretty good compared to us."

Skylor watched him get silent, mindlessly stirring his drink with a spoon, and wondered if she should say something. Before she reached any decision he took the floor again.

"To be honest, I considered him a little more than a nuisance." Shame was pouring from his words. "But then I had a moment of, uh, clarity I guess. And I realized that I would give anything just to keep him safe." He let out a puff of air. "And that's the story. He's my brother now, as much as Nya is my sister. I just wish it didn't take me so long to get there."

She didn't say a word at first. It was a lot. She could hardly even image Kai being cold to Lloyd, but on the other hand...

"You know, I'm a little relieved."

He looked at her, confused.

"How do I put it? It maybe a little selfish, but I'm relived that even families like yours have their rough moments. When I first saw you all, it was unbelievable to me how close you were. I don't just mean you and Lloyd, but the whole team. You entered a competition designed to turn people against each other, but you still stood together, no matter the cost." She gazed at the window. "I knew my father and I didn't have the most loving relationship, but seeing you... I guess i was jealous. And ashamed, in a way. I thought I could never achieve a relationship like that, and maybe the fault for that was in me. But getting to know you," She caught glimpse of red in the corner of her eye. "Really getting to know you, and now hearing this story, it gives me hope." She turned to face him head-on. "I had an awful start, but I think there is still a chance for me to have something like that. Thank you."

He fidgeted a while before answering.

"You're an amazing person. I'm glad you're finally noticing it." He beamed at her. "Wait, was that a question if you can be part of our family?"

Skylor grunted some vague non-response. He smiled wider.

With nothing else to do with herself, she sipped her chocolate and winced.

"Aw shit, it got cold already."

Kai let his hand engulf in flames and winked flirtatiously.

"May I?"

"Show-off." She grinned and handed him the mug. They watched in warm silence as the liquid slowly boiled, until the small cloud of steam appeared above it.

"Here you go! Careful – it's still hot, you can burn yourself."

She rolled her eyes and reached for her chocolate. The second it touched her hand, she summoned fire to her palm and gasped in faked fright. "Oh FSM, you were right! It really burns!"

Kai blushed involuntarily.

"Oh, right, that. I forgot."

The air around them got significantly warmer.

What a dork she thought with fondness, gulping down her drink.

She set the mug on a table and looked at Kai.

"So, where were we?" she murmured.

She took his hand and kissed his knuckles. He blushed even harder.

She moved her other hand and caressed his face. The guy sitting a table away swept sweat from his forehead.

She leaned to him, eyes locked, hers playful and determined, his flustered but hopeful. Kai's breath hitched and he shifted, eager to meet her sooner. And then their lips gently touched. Skylor felt her blood rushing through her veins, burning like fire. Her heart jolted with joy when Kai deepened their kiss, as trembling as it was. The heat around them was turning uncomfortable, but she could hardly care at the moment, too focused on feeling him so close to her, touching. I wonder if this is his first kiss too she thought when he awkwardly struggled to move his tongue out of the way while she tried to put hers inside his mouth.

They broke apart when the smell of smoke tickled her nose. Looking down, where the moment ago was an immaculate wooden table top, the black scorch marks in the exact shape of three sweaty palms were adoring the surface. She searched for the missing fourth, still on Kai's face, and felt the laughter bubbe inside her chest.

"Well, we should probably leave the largest tip imaginable for that" she finally choked out.

That made him snap out of his stupor. He looked down too and appropriately snorted.

"Yeah." He fished out his wallet and checked out its contents. And then looked at her with a sheepish smile. "Uh, I think that might be a perfect opportunity to use that kingly funds of yours, I'm afraid."

"Probably." She lowered her voice, only now noticing the stares the other patrons were giving them. "And we should do it quick. Before someone asks for autographs. Or calls the police, whatever comes first."

Kai's eyes sparkled.

"You think they will want autographs? I'm joking, I'm joking" he quickly added when she gave him a disapproving look.

She glanced at the half eaten cookies on the tray, an excellent idea suddenly appearing in her head.

"Do you think they would let us have one more order before kicking us out?"

---

Lloyd sat on the couch, reading a comic, trying to look as innocent as possible when Kai entered the living room.

"Oh, you're back already? How was your date?"

At first the only response he got was a tired look.

I know what you did it said.

Oh? And what are you going to do about it? he responded in turn.

Kai sighed and plopped down next to Lloyd.

"You're lucky Skylor had a good time brat" he grunted, last ditch attempt to sound threatening, "or I would have kicked your ass right here and now."

Lloyd rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, sure you would."

"What, you don't believe me? You think I would be above it? Are you ready to temp fate?" With each question his brother pressed harder on him, until Lloyd was practically laying flat on a couch.

"You're crushing me!" he protested and attempted to shove him off. "I can't breathe!"

"If you have enough strength to wiggle around you have enough strength to breath!" Kai shot back, deeply amused, but pulled away. He then got up, stretched and yawned dramatically.

"I'm going to bed now. Thanks to someone," He threw Lloyd an accusatory glance. "that was a very eventful day. I'm out."

He headed to the door, but stopped halfway.

"Oh, I almost forgot." He pulled out a small package and threw it in Lloyd's general direction. He caught it flawlessly. "Skylor says hi. And that the next time you want to tag along just say it before." He winked and exited the room.

Lloyd glared at the package and tore it open. Inside a dozen of little ginger figures were smiling at him, every head adorned with a pair of horns. They also had tails and, upon closer inspection, little fangs.

Subtle.

[zzzallnite]

Playground creep

A beautiful but warm summer day. I am just having my afternoon tea break and  of enjoying the scene outside of the window: an afterschool playground full of kids playing behind the line of oak trees across the street. But, like a dark cloud of thunderstorm that suddenly comes out of nowhere, I notice a broad man, a little bit on the older side, leaning against the wall of the house next to the playground, watching over the children...

The worst of thoughts are just going over and over in my head... Is this man...?

I carefully examine the man before drawing a conclusion. He has a dad-type of body, but much more well-built. His blue plaid shirt looks slightly damped due to the heat, and if not for the three buttons unfastened, it would hug his chest so tightly. Even from my window I can see how much skin he is showing off to the public, including his cheap, dull necklace that shapes like a feather. Really, in front of the children? Where is his decency? (But honestly, if I look that good, I would do it too). Meanwhile, his sleeves are rolled up and it’s like, he’s posing with his hands in his pocket, and legs crossed like a typical macho man. But I wouldn’t suspect a thing if not for his massive erection he’s having under that thin white trousers.

“That’s it!”, I talk to myself as I gather all of my gut and rush down the stairs, to the direction of the peeper. But the image of that buff man makes me realize that I need something to defend myself. (The last time I try to stand up against some creeps in the alley, I woke up with no undies and walking funny for three whole days!) At the bottom of the stairs there conveniently lies a mini fire extinguisher. How lame! But better than nothing, as I pick up the thing and charge across the street.

“Da hell are you doing over there?”, I raise my voice as I approach the stranger. He is first startled, but quickly gains composure and answers with a firm voice:

“Just looking out for my grandkid. He’s over there...”

“Lies! I saw you stalking the kids for half an hour!”, as I continue to confront him. The man notices that I begin to swing around this small ass fire extinguisher toward him, trying to keep him from retreating.

“What are you doing with that thing?... Put it down, you might hurt somebody...”

He realizes what’s going on. He gets caught in the act, creeping on innocent children. He is still trying to defuse the situation so I won’t make a big fuss. Like a true predator he puffs his chest forward to intimidate me, but pretends to raise his hands as a sign of surrender.

“There must be a misunde... Hrghh!...”

Before he can mesmerize me with his silver tongue, I bash the side of his chin with the fire extinguisher. He is instantly rendered unconscious. I know creeps like him are very good with words, and they can talk themselves out of such intense confrontation and make a quick escape. I couldn’t just let him go. Not today.

The man slips down and leans against the wall, with drool coming out of his mouth as his head drops to the side. Out cold and not a single drop of blood shed. I crouch down and check on him. As his body falls backward, his shirt accidentally unbuttons some more, revealing a full set of dark, hairy pectoral. There are many ways to check a man’s pulse, but at the moment I couldn’t think of anything else, so I slither my hand under his opened shirt and start caressing his moist chest. As I rub against his skin, the smell of sweat mix with cologne spreads around, and it is oddly... erotic. I take me a few seconds to properly feel his heart. Still beating strong, especially for man around his age. But what is his age exactly? Could he just look more mature?...

Why am I suddenly care for a pedo? He’s obviously sick in the head. No normal person would have a bulge like his while “watching his grandkid play”... Uhm no, it’s just his wallet. His cock is still limp, and it is surprisingly not as big as I’ve expected, based on the size of his hands and feet. I couldn’t help but to peek inside the wallet and find his ID and a business card.

“Nolan Smith. 59 years old. History professor. Head of Faculty”. And then there is a picture of him, apparently at a birthday party, with a young kid who looks similar to one of those on the playground. But hey, just because you have an esteemed job and fancy pants position, does not keep you from being a creep. An this mofo even has a photo with his victim. How awful! Quickly, I have to get rid of him before anyone sees us!

I put my hands under his sweaty armpits and drag him across the street to my building. This is a perfect occasion for me to test my fireman carries, but this bear is so damn big, I would probably break some parts of my body before I could take him to my apartment.

It takes a lot of effort for me to drag the man’s limp body without anyone noticing. Maybe I was lucky. What’s more immaculate is that his white pants have not a single spot of dirt. Then I look down to his feet. Black socks and blue denim slip-ons? Smithy here clearly has no sense of style at all, but somehow his weird pairing of clothing items is really turning me on. Kinda remind me of my own old man. Always favors comfort over appearance...

Wait...is he living around the area? That might explain the terrible choice of shoes, since no way he would have a good sexy outfit on just to be ruined by his footwear. But he has a belt that matches... Sigh...

I curiously take out his slippers and try it onto myself. Surprise, surprise, we share the same size! I have some other good pairs of dress shoes, but I admit, I was too shy to wear them even on special occasions. Now I have a, willing or not, model with a perfect fit. After a few seconds, I detect the odor emitting from the strange man’s moist socks in my tiny apartment, and my crotch couldn’t help but getting tighter. And I realize that the damped, warm slip-ons are hugging my feet. For some reasons, it starts to look good on me too, as I am also wearing black socks. I walk around the house, trying to channel the man’s alpha attitude before he was knocked out cold. Maybe I was too harsh on him, he seems to know what he’s doing...

It has been a full 10 minutes since I "arrested” him from the playground. Is he dead? No, still breathing...Concussion, perhaps? I pull up his eyelids to examine his pupils. Both are equally dilated. Phew... Uh oh, he’s twitching and starting to stir... What should I do?

I realize that I have saved some sedative for a rainy day. And that rainy day is today - the day that I capture a playground creep. The drug is for my own safety, in case I am up against someone like Smithy over here. I may have ko’ed him, but he could easily come to and turn the table, and I would end up in his current position: unconscious, helpless and at the mercy of a stranger.

I prick him with the syringe filled with ketamine. After finishing injecting him, I pressed my finger against his neck vein where the needle’s punctured his skin to prevent further bleeding, which would ruin his perfect blue plaid shirt, and give him a light pad on the chin for a good job done. He clearly tries to stay awake, but his attempt remains futile...

“Uuhhnnn.....”

As soon as the drug is pumped into the man’s system, his eyes roll to the back of his head and he lets out a faint whimper before returning to dream land. My hand is still glued to his neck, but I am able to lay my head on his slowly puffing chest, listening to his steady heartbeats. Feels like resting on a warm stuffed animal, only muskier. I show my appreciation to such fine male specimen with a gentle kiss on his erected nipple, knowing that he wouldn’t mind.

Outside, the sun is slowly going down. There is a cry echoing around the block. A kid appears to lose his grandpa, and the people gather around trying to help him find his way home. I close the shutters, trying not to pay attention to the commotion. I must focus on my own mission. In here, it is still quiet, as the drug will keep this sicko under for a couple more hours.

“What should I do with you now, you bad, bad man...?”

[extravaguk]

sweets&ink

part of my opposites attract! series. 

ksj / knj / myg / jhs / pjm / kth 

pairing: tattooartist&tattoed!jungkook x baker!reader

summary: jungkook was everything you feared but exactly what you needed to heal your broken heart.

wordcount: 5k

genre: fluff - angst - smut (s2l!au)

rated: m (?

warnings: some cursing, mentions of past abusive/toxic relationships/trauma that might be triggering, a lil of making love at the end. it’s overall just suuper fluffy, trust me. jungkook is a s i m p. we love that for him! slow burrrnnnn.  

Jungkook knows it was love at first sight, but doesn's know how to really explain it.

He knew from the moment he entered the small shop, pastel green walls welcoming him  replete of sugary treats, a sweet and heavenly scent engulfing him as soon as he stepped a foot inside.  With a new found sense of calmness and serenity within he hadn't experienced in a long time, he searched for deserts of his liking, mouth watering while assessing the many options of baked goods available and bright colored frostings stealing his attention.

"Hi. How may I help you?"

Then he looked up and found you. It wasn't easy to appreciate your whole appearence with the counter hiding the lower half of your body, but it was enough for Jungkook to think to himself that he had never seen a prettier girl in hiis entire life. And that's when he knew it. Any type of movement in his surroundings coming to a halt, his heart skipping a beat, his favourite song playing inside his head. And that particular sensation. The same one that had made him feel so at ease since he found your bakery. For a moment he thought his doe eyes might have actually turned into heart eyes until you raised your eyebrows, a concerned expression replacing your previous warm smile. 

Blinking his eyes and clearing his throat, coming down from cloud nine into the real world, he stuttered his order as best as he coud manage, heart pounding inside his chest and later feeling mortified for not being able to pronounce "gingernap cookies" correctly. 

At first he kind of hated Seokjin for blackmailing him into going to his favourite bakery to buy his favourite cookies (Jungkook really should've known better than accidentally spill ink all over Jin's new script), but when he comes back home with a goofy smile on his face and dreams of your face, he makes sure to text him he'll go get his cookies anytime he wants.

But Jungkook is a masochist apparently. 

Because a week after your first encounter he realizes that not being able to get his mind off a girl he's literally only seen once in his entire life is not exactly normal. Not for anyone, but especially not for him. Realizes that the way he embarrassed himself in front of you and probably looked like a bluberring mess (or a creepy weirdo who had never interacted with any woman before) is not reason enough to not keep wanting to try again. And the way you just giggled at him and simply shook your head as you wrapped the ginger cookies he had asked for in a pretty packaging has kept him aching for more. 

So he comes once a week now. Still as nervous as the first day, but content to see that your face seems to light up at the sight of him stepping through the door the same way his does. He likes to see you in your cute pastel dresses, and if he didn't know better he'd think you were just trying to keep up with the bakery's aesthetic. But the more he frequents your shop, the more he realizes you're exactly like the treats you bake. He likes how your vividly honeyed persona contrasts with his darker and reserved one. Likes how you're all colors of the rainbow and he's just a scale of greys.

They are small interactions. Just courtesy and cordial exchange of words everytime he visits. He doesn't even know your name and you don't even know his, but sometimes he asks how was your weekend and sometimes you ask how many people had he inked that week. Sometimes he tells you how pretty you look, and sometimes you blush in response. Sometimes you add an extra macaron in his order and sometimes he debates on whether or not he should write down his number on a napkin and slide in right on the countertop before he waves goodbye. 

And although Jungkook has never been one to shy away from women, he feels a certain way he can't exactly pinpoint. A way that makes his confidence falter and leaves him feeling like a little kid who's afraid to confess to the girl he likes. Because as cliché as it sounds, you're not like any other girls he's ever met. You don't feel like any other girl he's ever met. Not the older than him, tattoed and pierced type of girl he's accustomed to; not the type of girl that's addicted to trouble and believe him (maybe even hoped) to be something he's not. So it takes a while for him to summon up enough bravery and determination. It takes weeks of pining and overthinking, and a single push from Yoongi ('stop being a fucking pussy and just do it') to ask you to have coffee with him.

"I... I'm sorry. I can't."

And it only takes those words leaving your mouth to shatter his heart into pieces. 

 It's fine though, he told you and himself. He wasn't going to be one of those guys who believed the 'friendzone' was an actual thing and tried his best to not make you feel uncomfortable, really tried his best to erase the guilt across your face as you rejected him.  So he scratched the back of his head and mustered up a big smile before leaving the shop with a bag full of cupcakes and an unsettled stomach.

Letting out a deep breath you didn't even know you were containing, you observe as the handsome stranger exits the shop. Running a hand through your hair before gripping the counter with your hands, you try to steady the heavy throbbing insde your chest. 

The boy in question had been unknowingly tormenting you and flooding your mind with thoughts of him for almost two months now. That day you first had spotted him eyeing the desserts in display in amazement and then you in the very same way. It was sudden and precipitated, but it had almost made your head spin, something you hadn't felt in a long time unexplainable tugging at your insides. 

You had kept your cool as best as you could, as best as you had taught yourself in the past. Wrapped those cookies he had asked and then waved goodbye, hoping under your breath he wouldn't come back but silently wishind he would. But then he did. He came back once. And then again. And again, and before you realized he had become a frequent costumer. Trying whatever treats you'd recommended him, creating small talk, sending friendly smiles here and then. 

You had learned to expect him at the very same time, the very same day of the week; had learned to manage the fluttering in your tummy and the reddish warmth spreading through your cheeks whenever the eye contact was prolongued. Everything was innocent, it was brief and, most importanly, it never went beyond, even if sometimes you hoped it did.

However, after all these years, there was still something you hadn't learned to control yet. And as he spoke, clearly nervous, hesitant and clearly out of his comfort zone, wondering out loud if he could ever treat you to a coffee sometime, your body shut down. The fondness and excitement you had been harboring over the last few weeks quickly replaced by that which made you want to recoil, made you want to back to your well to let its darkness and loneliness envelop you.

That horrible and ugly wave of crippling fear and axiety all mixed together; a little monster that you had successfully concealed, now displaying its ears in warning and the same smile that had been haunting you for years, now advising you, reminding you and most of all, threatening you, to go back to your own comfort zone. And so, powerless, there was nothing else you could really to but to comply, muttering an apology and a rejection that probably pained you more than it pained the boy in front of you.

You knew you did the right thing, but it definitely didn't feel like it. 

Especially a week later, as you expected his arrival- as always, ready with a tray full of fresh baked scones you had particularly made just for him, but were left severely disappointed when time passed and he was nowhere to be seen. Or two weeks later, after spending an extra hour making cake pops that you had specifically designed with him in mind (covered in dark chocolate and white sprinkles), only to realize it was closing time and that he never even showed up.

 To say you were bummed was an understatement. You knew you always looked forward to him coming in every week to grace your day with a smile and a polite talk, but you didn't come to terms with how much you would miss it until now. So three weeks later, you still bake with him in mind, trying not to lose hope but still chastising yourself for not being brave enough and accepting his offer. It was just a coffee date, for God's sake, not a marriage proposal! Trying to busy your mind with work and customers coming in and out, even if your eyes dart in anticipation everytime you hear the door swinging. 

When hours pass and the sun hides to make room for the moon and stars into the sky, you look at the clock and, with a defeated sigh, finish cleaning and tidying around the shop. But before you can gather your things, the door swings open and there stands the stranger you had been praying to see again. 

"Am I too late?" he asks, and you don't exactly know but can tell his words hold a double meaning. You smile, a genuine smile, because he looks bashful with a hand scratching the back of his head like he had done the last time you saw him, and because there's a warm sensation spreading through your chest, like your heart is smiling for you. 

"I was about to close, but I can make an exception." you accomplish to say and surprisingly don't sound as nervous as you feel. He mirrors your smile as he walks closer to the counter. "So, what would you like?" 

That takes him by surprise because he really had nothing in mind when he decided to come here and now he feels like an idiot. 

"Uh, um... I would like... maybe cupcakes?" he sounds like an idiot too. But you nod and smile at him and start gathering his cupcakes into a polka dot cardboard box.

"You missed the cake pops I made last week." you say, trying to keep your voice in check as he hands you his credit car. "I think you would've liked them."

"Ah, sorry... Work has been really hectic." and even if it's true, it's also true the fact that he chickened out and was frightened to face you again. He likes how even when you're alluding to his absence, there's not a malicious tone behind your words. He likes how you're still smiling at him even after he's been acting like a pussy for two weeks. But that's why he's here. "I also would like to apologize for... you know. I didn't-...If I made you feel uncomfortable, I'm really sorry."

With your eyebrows raised, your smile dissipates. "What? No, you didn't do anything wrong, really. It's not- It's not that. I just...can't." you stumble through words, trying to explain how much you actually wanted to go to that coffee date, to get to know his name and more of himself, but unavailable to. You can feel it again. The same anguish that always seem to creep up on you and numbs you altogheter. But him, worriedly sensing your distress, waves his hands in front of him.

"No, no. It's fine, you don't have to explain anything! It's alright!" his smile seems to soothe you and you return his smile in gratitude. "Anyways, I'll... I'll get going. See you next week?"

You nod, anticipation already making its way into you. "See you next week." and then he takes the box filled with cupcakes and says goodbye. Before he can open the door though, a tingle of impulsivity and fearlesness makes you say:

"I'm _____, by the way."

He pauses, clearly taken aback.

"Jungkook."

Jungkook hasn't stopped repeating your name in his head ever since you gave it to him, grinning like a fool and thinking about how good it sounds next to his. He hasn't stopped frequenting your bakery either and has lost count on how much money he's spent on muffins and whatever else you sell. He doesn't care though. All he cares about is how much likes seeing you even if it's only for fifteen minutes in your floral dresses, and as long as you keep looking like you're glad to see him every time, then he's fine. 

He's more than fine. He feels amazing. Sings tunes while he works on customers, feels his creativity flowing more than ever and he feels whole. It still baffles him how a minimun interaction with you once a week can make him feel on top of the world. 

He's got a bouquet of white and pink lillies next time he visits, so sappy and romantic he doesn't even recognize himself. He doesn't tell you he googled their meaning and his mind instantly associated them with you. Purity is exactly what he thinks of you and admiration is exactly how he feels about you. Hands it to you and the surprised look on your face and the spreading of pink all over your cheeks makes his heart burst. You thank him and he tells you he didn't know what your favourite flower is. You answer it's carnations. He writes it down somewhere in his mind, for next time. And then you're the one surprising him.

"Would you like to have coffee sometime?" 

There's uncertainty in your voice that doesn't go unnoticed by him, and for a moment he thinks he's dreaming. He's cool with what he's got right now with you, but you repeating his words back to him makes him feel euphoric, like he can't believe it. He knows he looks dumb, the way he's looking at you. 

Completely dumbfounded. He stutters like the first same he met you, but he says yes (omits the part where he tells you he could almost die). You exchange number in each other's phones with shaky hands, set the day and hour, and then wave each other goodbye. 

You instantly regret it as you watch him leave. Keep regretting it the following days. That voice in your head telling you 'it'll happen again', telling you fairytales didn't exist and this most likely wasn't one, even if it felt like it was, suffocating you like it had done many times before. Screwing with your head until you consider canceling. 

But you power through it, like you had taught yourself to do. This time it's harder though. Because this time there's a new romantic interest at hand, one that's making you feel things you buried a long time ago and made you swear to yourself you'd be smarter and stronger than any man could. 

It's Hoseok's encouraging words that help ease the panic. It was also Hoseok's words who encouraged you to ask Jungkook out. Said you deserved something good for once and that you couldn't close yourself to love your entire life. 

Thought it was time for you to write a new chapter after a rather sad one. 

So on Saturday, Jungkook insists on picking you up and it already feels like too much for you. Especially when he shows up with a bouquet of carnations in his hand and a smile that takes your breath away and definitely doesn't help to ease your nerves. 

Takes him by surprised how pretty you look.  maybe because it's the first time he's seen you out of your shop and even though you're still loyal to your clothing style, he still fumbles with his words like an idiot to try to express how beautiful you look. Seeing he's as much of a mess as you settles you a little bit. Then he takes you to a cute café that almost makes you laugh, because seeing him, inked arms and piercings and a closet that consisted mainly of black oversized t-shirts and pants in such a bright environment reminds you of the first time he entered your shop. 

You're surprised to see how well the conversation rolls, how easy it is to talk to him beyond the usual brief interactions you two have. You like how he makes you laugh and how he seems to love hearing it. You like how his attention is solely focused on you, even if his gaze on yours sometimes feels too intense and his overall character intimidates you. You like how soft spoken he is, how careful he is with words and the sound of his voice. Sounds like a lullaby without melody. 

And when the date is over, he drives you home, walks you to your door and respectfully wishes you a good night. You kiss him on the cheek spontaniously before hiding the embarrassment on your face and stepping inside your home. You miss the way he stays at your doorstep for a whole minute before getting in his car and driving himself home. You also miss how peacefully he sleeps that night, dreaming of cupcakes and you. You don't miss the heart emoji he sends you before going to bed, making yours quiver.

You're glad you didn't cancel, and now you're sure you don't regret it at all

It goes on. The dates, getting to know each other more and more, Jungkook's visits to your shop and spending way too much money on sweets and carnations, the butterflies in your stomach everytime he's near and the birth of something inside of you that's starting to make you feel alive after feeling dead for so long. 

It's still new, still wholesome, moves in slow motion. You're glad Jungkook doesn't push, doesn't ask for anything, never demands more than a kiss on the cheek everytime he drops you off. He is nothing like he looks like, you realized that right away.

But with every brand new beginning that requires feelings like this, especially as unique and exceptional as the ones Jungkook is causing within you, comes the evil monster trying to scare you off, to make you back off and remind you that not everything that shines is gold. The voice inside your head that keeps bewitching you back into a dark room, reminder in your head everytime that one day Jungkook will want more. He'll want more and you might not be ready to give it to him. 

A voice that keeps resonating and has kept you unmoving for the past few years and now is making you feel more frightened than ever. 

You've been more quite than usual and Jungkook can tell something is not quite right. It's a friday night, and after having dinner that he insisted on paying, he decided this time to drive you away, to a secluded space somewhere where you both can appreciate the city lights on the hood of his car. He can tell, so he asks you, but you give a vague answer. He wants to ask again, but he's afraid of overstepping your boundaries. He wants to get to know you in every level, want's to scratch the surface until he can see everything. He wants to learn you inch by inch. Wants to love every part you bare to him, because he's sure he will. 

"My ex partner was abusive."

You finally say with a voice that's not entirely yours, and it doesn't feel real. Doesn't feel real to say out loud and letting the words sink in. It's taken all this time of excusing behaviors that were not excusable, trying to make light of a situation that wasn't and blaming yourself for things that you were not to blame for. Jungkook stays silent, but his attention immediately focused on you as soon as you spoke. Eyes slightly wide and mouth starting to open as if to speak himself. But you go on.

"Not physically." you swallow a lump in your throat. "Sometimes he would throw things at me, but they didn't always land. Or... one time he pushed me while we were arguing. Never raised his hand at me though. It was mostly psychological and emotional. He was extremely jealous and possesive. Didn't like me hanging with my friends, would never bring me to hang out with him and his friends. Though I' was cheating on him with anyone. The cashier at the supermarket, a randome dude on the street that simply looked at me. Anyone." tears prickle your eyes, but you'd learned to hold them back.

"He would always get mad at me. Would already wake up angry and take it out on me. Without reason. Would always blame me for everything. He would get mad, insult me, call me any terrible name you can imagine, tell me I wasn't worth shit. That I wasn’t worth living.Then he would punch the wall, or break whatever was in sight. Everytime, I told him I was terrified of him. Would cry in a corner and beg him to stop. Sometimes he would just laugh at me for it." you sniff, still looking straight at the city lights, and trying to keep a composed tone throughout. You had grown up a lot since then, and you knew Jungkook deserved to know you. He deserved to understand. 

"Then he would calm down, apologize while he cried and promised he loved me and would change. He never did. It took me a long time to finally walk away, but the demons still haunt me to this day. You," you choke, because comparing your ex to the guy currently sitting next to you was like day and night, like heaven and hell. "You make me feel things I've never felt before. I always felt like asking for respect was asking for too much. And then here you come, like a knight on shining armour ready to sweep me off my feet. It felt like a dream. Still does..."

Jungkook's hands are balled into tight fists, his whole body rigid as he listened to you. His own heart breaking, like he could feel himself inside you and experiencing your own heartbreak. His blood's boiling, jaw so tight and eyes blinking. Pushing down his anger, because this is about you not him, he lets his body relax before sliding your hand in yours. 

"I like you so much,_____, it literally kills me at night how much. Not as much as hearing all of this, though. From the moment I saw you, I was whipped. I wanted and still want to give everything I can to see that smile of yours. It's me the one who can't believe you're paying me any attention at all." you're still not looking at him, but he still sighs in relief when your lips quirk up. "Just having you here next to me and letting me take you out on dates is more than enough for me. Whatever you give me, whatever your terms are, I'm content with that. You're healing, and while you do, I'll be right here."

You look at him now, not bothering to hide the tears streaming down your face anymore.

"What if I never heal completely?" there's fear in your voice as your eyes meet his, but just the dark brown in his gaze help you feel secure, less worried about the future and more serene about the now.

"I'll still be here."

It doesn't take long for you to call it love.  

Not when Jungkook keeps proving himself to be so different and so special. Not when his gestures never cease to make you feel so special, so worthy of recieving and sharing love. Because Jungkook makes you feel invincible, makes you feel one in a million. 

"What to you even see in me? We're like, polar opposites." you ask him one day. And it's true, you are. So different from each other, yet the same. He laughs in disbelief, shaking his head, still holding your hand in your doorstep about to kiss your cheek goodnight. 

"I see everything." he simply says, eyes boring into yours in adoration. "I see the sun, and the moon, the stars, the entire galaxy when I'm with you." your heart clenches as he interlaces his fingers with yours. "Before I met you, I felt like I was blind. Like I was lost and was looking for an exit that I couldn't find. But then I saw you, in your little bakery, with your cute dresses and those eyes, and it was like my eyes opened for the first time. Everything made sense. Everything has been filled with so many colors ever sinc-" 

You shut him with your lips on top of his, emotions pulling at your heartstrings the same way you pull him down by the neck. He takes a few seconds to respond, but then this hands are dropping to your waist, their warmth immediately spreading through your skin against the chilly night.

"Would you like to come in?" you whisper, breath fanning over his lips. He nods, hurriedly, and he knows he looks like a damn idiot for the hundredth time, but he doesn't care. Because coming in doesn't only mean stepping in your home. Coming in means you're letting him in. Means you trust him, means you want him there, means you're allowing him inside your heart. 

Again, Jungkook doesn't expect nor demands much. Your presence is everything he needs. You kissing him is like winning the lottery to him. Like completing a marathon, like climbing the Everest, like getting his first tattoo. Kissing you is sweet, fills him with something strong that makes him feel on drugs, like nothing matters but you and him. Like nothing has ever mattered to neither of you. 

So it's you who leads him to your room, it's you who straddles his thighs and pushes his hair back as his hands carress your sides. It's nothing fiery. It's slow, tentative, and full of care. Of lingering touches, low sighs against each other's mouths. 

It's you who reaches inside his shirt, hand sneaking past the hem of the fabric and trembling cold fingers coming in contact with firm skin. It's also you who asks for more with a small roll of your hips. It's you who asks him to take his shirt off. It's him who complies. Still tells you you don't have to, you tell him you want to. 

It's you who asks him to touch you. He's scared like he's never been, because you're you, and you're so perfect and everything he's ever wanted and suddenly he's afraid of you're too good for him. Jungkook only wants to make you happy, never wants to see you cry, just wants to treat you the way you deserve. 

It's you who begs.

It's you who tells him you need him. Need him take care of you, need him to show you much you're worth, need him to help you write a new chapter, probably even a new book where you're both the main characters and nobody else has ever existed. You say it with tears in your eyes, and he's quick to kiss them away, tongue entangling with yours. He's quick to undress you as well, with hands that still ask for permission even after you've granted it already. Hands and lips that are also quick and eager to learn your body, to find every mole in your skin as he lays you back to look at you in admiration. He keeps kissing you. From head to toe, muttering praise, making sure every 'beautiful' and 'gorgeous' and 'perfect' that leave his lips stay fire engraved in your being forever. 

He first makes you cum with careful fingers and skilled tongue, thighs wrapped aro around his head, eyes still looking for yours as his hands keep your body still and yours crumple the sheets beneath. Tells you how good you taste, how long he's been dying to have you like this. Tells you this you his favourite sight as he kisses his way up. 

You beg him again, asking him to please, please, fill you up. He groans against your mouth and he tells you again, you don't have to. He says he's happy like this. Repeats he's in no rush and just wants to please you and make you feel good. That it's about you, and will always be about you. You beg him again, and again and again, enticing him with a trail of wet kisses down his neck, up to his eralobe. You whisper there, tell him you need him to fill you with his cock so bad. His whole body goes rigid as your legs wrap around him, legs pulling him closer to where you want him, his erection grazing your entrance and his teeth nibble your lower lip. 

Jungkook doesn't move for a while, eyes closed shut, jaw clenched and head buried in your neck. He doesn't move because his mind is somewhere else keeping him stagnant, pussy wrapping around him so good and wet and tight he's about to bust. Takes a while for him to move, but when he does he makes sure to grip your thighs around him, keeping you close, never wanting to let go as he tells you you were made just for him. Just for him. Tells you how good you feel. He tells you he loves you. Kisses your lips as you sob, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. He tells you he loves you. Tells you he'll love you forever and will always keep you safe and happy. 

You're crying now, cheeks wet and he stops for a moment to look at you, concern written all over his face as his hands craddle yours, wiping the tears away with his thumbs. "We can stop, baby." You shake your head no. Pull him back into another kiss, urging him to go on. You tell him you love this, love him so much. That it's a good thing. That they are happy tears. That you've never been happier. And then his hips start moving again, your words egging him own, soft whimpers and sobs leaving each other's throats until you cum at the same time. 

He then removes himself from you, rolling onto your side but he's quick to pull your body close, arms wrapping around you and lips kissing away the wet stains on your cheeks. 

It doesn't take long for you to know Jungkook would be the healthy forever and after you had always dreamed of.

[hey-there-love]

When I Get Home

Summary: Your number 2 pro hero boyfriend surprises you after work.

Content Warning: MATURE, 18+, Slight Adult Language, fem reader, penetrating sex, fingering

WC: 1.8K

The orange and pink hues of the sunset began to sink of the horizon. There was a slight chill in the air, signaling that autumn was around the corner. You sat quietly in a patio chair, curled up in a plush blanket and sipping on a warm mug of tea. You waited patiently for your lover to float onto the balcony and laid in front of you.

You began dating the number 2 pro hero two months ago. Hawks wandered into the flower shop you worked in part time. A relaxed conversation about tulips and roses blossomed into a coffee date. You discussed minor topics, mostly dealing with work. It felt like the date mostly reared towards listening to him go on about himself, until he asked about what your goal in life was. That was all she wrote. You spent hours bonding over your shared interests, music, movies, and books. One date turned into another and pretty soon it was clear that you two were together.

Chaste kisses and snuggles turned into the best sleep over of your life last week. A sleep over you were looking forward to again soon. The first time you were intimate with him it was passionate, slow, and sweet. Tonight, you were in for something else. Hawks had been texting you all day detailing the all the things he wanted to do with you and to you when he got off work. The particular message that sent a fire to your belly instructed you not to wear anything special because it’d be ruined.

You opted to wear a pair of grey, soft cotton shorts, a long-sleeved tee, and fuzzy socks. Underwear wasn’t in the equation for tonight. The familiar chime that Hawks had set for himself sounded. You grinned and checked your phone.

Hawks: Hey kid, i’ve got some extra paperwork at the agency. Don’t hate me.

You sighed and unraveled yourself from your cocoon and made your way inside, sliding the door behind you. It wasn’t the first time Hawks canceled on you and it definitely wouldn’t be the last. It was one of the things you had to adjust to dating a hero. His job was important, and you couldn’t let that bother you.

You washed the mug and decided for something stronger. Pulling down a glass you filled it up with a sweet wine you had been saving. You took a long sip, letting the liquid settle into your body.

You pondered on what to do with your new found time. Trailing off to the bathroom you began to fill up the bathtub. You poured the thick lavender scented soap into the water and swirled it around with your hand. Setting down two towels you stripped down and descended into the water.

You took a sip of your wine and closed your eyes, feeling your muscles relax. You loved the fresh scent of florals. You especially loved the way lavender bubble bath clung to your skin and remained as you slept through the night.

Lathering a wash cloth with your favorite soap, you washed your neck tenderly before moving down your shoulders, arms and breasts. You sank your head into the water, letting it wash you completely. You laid there for a few, feeling inner peace.

When you emerged you were met with piercing, golden eyes. You jumped before realizing who it was. “Hey kid.” Hawks purred and leaned against the doorway. He still adorned his hero costume, minus his shoes and coat. You grinned and slid futher into the bubbles, feeling bashful.

“I thought you were hung up at work?” You questioned with a raised eyebrow. Hawks flashed that beautiful smile you had come to love before unbuckling his belt. Letting his pants drop to the floor with a thud.

“What can I say? I work quick under certain circumstances.” Hawks replied, slipping his socks off his feet and pulling his shirt over his head, leaving a pile on his clothes on the floor infront of him.

“You know, you should really lock your doors, someone might break in.” He teased. He located your towel cabinet and set out a few fluffy towels for himself. One for his body and one for his wings.

You laughed and responded, “The doors are locked and I live on the third floor!” You drank in his frame. Hawks wasn’t a tall man, you both stood at even stance. What he lacked in his height his wings made up for.

The scarlet plumage was his signature. Hawks took excellent care of his wings, making sure every feather settled in place. He was downright beautiful in every single way. His golden eyes shone in every shade of light. The blonde style he sported was always windswept, but surprisingly neat.

Hawks was more god like than any other man you’ve come into contact with. “Can I join you or are you going to keep eyeballing me?” He remarked, sliding the final piece of clothing down his thighs. You swallowed at the sight. Well endowed was an understatement. The last time you engaged in extra curricular activities you were sore the next day.

You shifted forward in the tub and allowed him to sit down behind you. Hawks wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled your back towards his chest, holding you tight in place. He peppered light kisses across your neck. You smiled and relaxed into him. Brushing your hand through his hair gingerly, you enjoyed the moment.

He placed another kiss to your shoulder blade and inhaled the scent. “I got you some flowers. Coincidentally they smell like you.” He whispered to your skin.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You sighed, feeling touched by the simple gesture.

Hawks ran his hands against your stomach, stopping short of your mound. He repeated the action as he began to speak, “I just wanted to make sure you felt appreciated, babe.” His left hand kneeled across your breast tenderly, twisting and pinching the bud of your nipple. “Can’t have you feeling like I forgot about the things we talked about today.”

You moaned at his touch, endulging yourself in the words he spoke. His right hand began to roam across your stomach again, this time he didn’t stop, he explored more. “So open yourself up,” Hawks crooned and spread your legs with his hand, “and let me do all the things I’ve been thinking about.”

So you did, you gave yourself to him fully. You rested against him, laying your head down in the crook of his neck. You spread your legs futher allowing easier access to your core. Hawks began to rub your clit lazily. Small jolts of electricity shot through your lower half.

You hissed as the pace began to increase. You could feel the smirk plastered on his face. He was enjoying it as much as you were. He paid your breasts equal attention. The swirls he produced on your clit were mesmerizing. He applied just the right amount of pressure that it made your toes curl.

You were in pure ecstasy by the time he dipped a finger into your core. It was just the finger tip at first, teasing and stretching your opening. Then he sank into you, making your back arch. The water sloshed around you two carelessly as you bucked your hips. “God you look so cute when your face is curled up in pleasure kid.” Hawks praised.

He tenderly added a second finger to the mix. Finding your pleasure spot, he curled his fingers up and hit the spot several times. You felt his erection grow on your back. He groaned everytime you shifted against him. Pretty soon you felt that sweet knot tightening in your stomach. “I’m close!v” You cried out and grasped onto the side of the tub for support.

“That’s it baby, cum for me.” Hawks egged on. That was all it took. You fell over the edge into pleasure. Your breathing was ragged as you tried to calm yourself down. He chuckledt and rubbed your head. “Let’s get out. I’m not finished with you yet.”

You peaked over your shoulder to glance at him. The look on his face was dead serious. You shuddered at the threat before stepping out. He wasn’t far behind you, grabbing your towel and drapped it around your shoulders. You thanked him and wrapped the other around your hair.

The two of you dried off quickly, water droplets clung to your skin. You were quite the pair giggling and running to your bedroom like a couple of teenagers. Hawks shoved you back gently onto the comforter and disrobed you.

His mouth attached to yours, this kiss was different than the sweet ones before. It was deeper and filled with more fire. This was the first time he kissed you today and you could feel the desire behind it. He pushed the towel that was wrapped around your head so he could run his hand through your damp hair.

Your hand found it’s way to his cheek to hold him close, stroking his jaw in the process. You couldn’t get enough of each other. “I need you.” You breathed against him lips. Your arousal became evident as his erection pressed against your core.

“You’ve got me.” Hawks whispered into your ear. You were completely ready by the time he slipped into you. His moans melted into yours. His thrusts were deep, hitting every sweet spot inside of you. You relished in the closeness.

His wings shuddered with delight, some tickled your arms. He was quite a sight ontop of you. The golden pools of honey bore into your soul. You felt beautiful as he praised you each time he sank into you.

The sweet love making during into something primal when he threw your legs over his shoulders, crossing his arms against them to hold them to his chest. The sounds that streamed out of your mouth weren’t cute whines anymore. He was deeper than ever before. Your breasts bounced as he pounded harder.

Hawks increased his pace, making your orgasm rush towards you. You came quickly and chanted his name like it was your favorite song. Your back arched off the mattress, leaving a strain on your thighs. It didn’t matter. You could tell he was enjoying himself by the groans escaping him.

“Such. A. Good. Girl.” Hawks said in between thrusts. “Shit. I’m almost there.” He called, squeezing your legs for dear life. The strokes became sloppy and he pulled out to paint you with his load. His cum shot everywhere, landing on your stomach and breasts. His pride was set aside as he whined and panted, relishing in his release.

He collapsed ontop of you and peppered your face in sweet kisses. “Worth the wait?” He questioned into your shoulder.”

“Definitely.”