#i wanna wait to do the family photo and finish it a little more

[schoenpepper]

All Sorts of Love

Intro: Kalim hasn't felt this kind of love before.

Warnings: bad writing, awful grammar, proofread by quillbot, yandere, one google translated arab word

A/N: For that one anon I hope you like this because I have spiralled into "what kind of yandere would Kalim be" and boyyyy I tried. I don't like the ending too much though. But honestly I feel like even if he was yandere he'd still turn to Jamil, right? They're like overly codependent. Also had way too much fun with the colors.

Masterlist

Kalim knows what love is.

Growing up, he'd been surrounded by a lot—maybe too much of it. From his parents to his siblings, he was spoiled, adored, and loved. He used all that love and poured it into himself like a valve, letting it flow right back to the world from within his body. He loves the sun, the sky, and his family; he loves his friends, the sea, and the wind as it ruffles his hair when he's on a magic carpet ride. He loves you.

Because you're his friend too.

He looks at the page in his notebook. One hour into Trein's lecture, and it's void of actual notes—only your name, little chibi doodles of you, and little hearts surrounding everything. He thinks you're so cute. He's glad that you two are friends and that you're so close with him. He has lots of friends, but you're different. Because you're best friends, like Jamil!

(Jamil denies it sometimes, but he doesn't mind. Jamil is still the closest person to him, even after the whole inky disaster.)

The bell rings, and he sweeps everything from his desk right into his bag. Jamil has basketball practice today, so hey, maybe he can hang out with you! You like hanging out with him, right? A happy tune is on his lips as he walks out of the classroom, his feet leading him towards the first years' classes. Your dismissal for this class was about thirty minutes later than his own, so he sits down on a bench and sways his feet, waiting patiently.

(He memorized your schedule so you guys can hang out more!)

He can't do much while waiting, except for playing on his phone. He sees a picture you'd posted on Magicam yesterday and clicks the like button—it's of the two of you, so he comments with a 'WE LOOK SO GOOODDDD' and saves the image, using it as his screen wallpaper. The background was the amusement park he'd begged you to go to with him, cotton candy swirls in your hands as you stood together with happy smiles. Jamil took the photo, which is great! Because for some reason, even though the two of you are his best friends, he doesn't like the thought of Jamil standing next to you or doing as he did in the picture and feeding you a piece of his cotton candy. Just thinking about it made him upset. He doesn't like feeling upset, so he doesn't want to think about it anymore.

The bell rings, and the freshmen pour out of their classrooms like a swarm of insects. Several Scarabia first-year students greet him, and he smiles in turn, while his ruby-red eyes scan the crowd for your figure.

Too short, too tall, wrong hair color, wrong hair texture—ah!

It's you.

"Y/N!" Kalim all but runs over to you with the widest smile on his face, almost bowling you over to the ground with his hug.

"Kalim!" You smile back just as happily, ignoring Grim, who'd fallen to the ground from your shoulder. Kalim beams brighter when he feels your arms wrap back around him, and he stays still until Ace speaks up.

"Uh, are you guys gonna keep hugging, or can we get going?"

"Right! Y/N, come with me, okay? I wanna show you something." He knows you'll fall for his wide, pleading eyes when he asks the question. As expected, you only nod and follow him, leaving Grim with the two Heartslabyul boys with promises of tuna when you pick him up later.

Kalim holds your hand the whole time as he pulls you back to Scarabia. He listens to how your day went with all 110% of his attention span, letting you finish your story before opening the storage room door. "Huh? What are we doing here, Kalim?" He giggles and runs with you over to one corner. He doesn't like that he has to let go of your hand, but he dives headfirst into the mountain of gold to try and find the thing he's looking for. He pulls a small box out of the pile and collapses to the floor, out of breath. "Uh, are you okay?" You ask, barely holding back your laughter.

"I'm okay!"

He loves seeing you laugh. He thinks you shouldn't hide it.

"So what did you want to show me?"

He stands back up and opens the box. Inside is a gold bracelet with little heart-shaped rubies, the same color as his eyes. "This! I just remembered that my parents sent it with me when I got into NRC. It was my jida's. Do you like it?"

You smile and admire the bracelet.

But you never touch it.

"It's gorgeous, Kalim."

"Great!" He fumbles a little bit as he takes it out of the box, gesturing for your hand. "I'll put it on for you!"

"What? No, I can't accept that, Kalim."

"Please! They told me to give it to an important person, and you're very important to me," he insists. You look at him hesitantly, but still refuse. "That's different, I don't think they mean that kind of important, Kalim."

"Y/N...am I not important to you?"

Finally, finally, you waver and fold. You let him put the bracelet on you. He can't help himself; he intertwines your fingers with his own as he admires the way it sits on your wrist. He can almost imagine the way his own grandmother had worn it in the past. She must've looked beautiful, but he thinks no one could ever compare to you. You two sit down on some random carpet in the store room as he continues to appreciate how it shines on your skin, his thumb subconsciously rubbing circles on your hand. When he looks back at your face to say something, he freezes for a few seconds. 

You're looking at him so...adoringly.

Eyes soft and sweet, like honey is swirling within your irises. Your lips are slightly parted, as if you're hesitating to say something, and your grip on his hand is tightening. He watches you take a deep breath and speak.

"Kalim," you say his name like it's nothing he's ever heard before. "I like you, as more than a friend. No, Kalim, I love you."

And for once, he doesn't know how to respond to this love.

For all the love given to him by his parents, his ancestors, his siblings, his cousins, his human friends, his animal friends—none of it had prepared him to be loved by you, no, not like this. He loves you. But... as a friend.

Right.

Because loving you like that, what would it mean? Would it let you spend more time together or less? Would you smile at him or fight with him more? What does that kind of love entail?

He likes your friendship.

So, "Can't we just stay friends?"

He sees your heart crack from the way you look at him, how you pull away, and how you immediately unclasp the bracelet and put it back in his hands. There are tears streaming down your face and leaving trails down your cheeks as you speak, and your voice is so shaky that he feels so bad for what he said. But he can't take it back. "Okay, I'm, I'm so sorry." You stammer out through choked sobs as you stand up and start to walk away.

"Hey, Y/N!" He tries to go after you, but you break out into a full run before he can do anything.

Maybe he should leave you alone for a while. With all the thoughts in his mind that he can't make sense of at the moment, maybe he needs that alone time just as much as you do.

He sighs.

First Jamil, now you.

(Since when has friendship been so hard?)

The 'alone time' takes at least three days.

By the fourth day, Kalim is ready to be your friend again. He can't handle the awkward glances or seeing your teary eyes just the day after the incident, but he can't leave you forever! You're his best friend, and he wouldn't lose you over this. He'd thought that after giving you some space, you would bounce right back and maybe go on a magic carpet ride with him again.

So...why are you still avoiding him...?

He'd lost sleep over the past three days, lost focus. Jamil had been on his tail about homework and projects. But he's so distracted. Where are you? What are you doing? Are you okay now?

Do you still love him?

He walks over to your cafeteria table, where you're seated with your friends. "Y/N!" He's blocked by a very angry Grim, hissing and all fur standing on end. He's so confused when Ace and Deuce try to get him to leave, when Epel is glaring at him, when Jack is hiding you behind his muscled figure, when Ortho is just quietly scanning him, a strange red laser pointing to his forehead, or when Sebek is yelling at him that you don't want him around.

Do you really...not want him around?

He's pulled away by Jamil when Ortho's eyes start glowing red.

Why are you avoiding him why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why

He doesn't like it when you avoid him.

Don't avoid him, please.

You're taking longer, more inconvenient routes, if only to steer clear of the path he takes. Your friends guard around you in the cafeteria, and days turn to weeks, and Kalim is...okay.

He's okay.

(Jamil finds him sobbing in his sheets in the middle of the night, crying out your name.)

He's okay when he sees you gradually brightening up again. He's okay when he finds you're slowly talking to him again, but not treating him like a friend. He's super okay and totally fine when he sees you spending more and more of your time with Deuce alone, just the two of you. And he's great when he notices the boy's blushing, awkward movements, similar to what you used to do in Kalim's presence.

Come back to him please Y/N please please please come back why won't you come back he's your best friend right why won't you come back Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N

"Do you like Y/N?"

Kalim's feet are swinging off the edge of the balcony as he leans back on his arms. His gaze stays on the fountain in the middle of the dormitory, clearly lost in thought, before being brought back by Jamil's question. He doesn't need to think twice about his answer. "Of course! They're my best friend too, so it's a little upsetting that they're not hanging out with me anymore."

"No." Jamil rolls his eyes. "More than a friend."

"I don't think so."

"Really?"

Kalim nods.

(It's okay that he wants to be your best friend, your only friend, right?)

"Kalim, let's get this straight, okay? I don't want to see you sulking anymore. You're in love with Y/N." Jamil puts both hands on Kalim's shoulders, stooping a little lower to look him in the eye. "Do you want to be with Y/N all the time? Do you want to touch them? Kiss them, maybe? Do you feel annoyed when you see them with other people? Do you hate the thought of a future without them by your side, like you can't even stand it? Kalim, yes or no, are you in love with Y/N?"

Kalim feels like he's just been dunked in a vat of ice water.

"I love them that way?" he asks softly.

Jamil shakes him lightly. "Imagine you saw Deuce kissing the—"

Oh. Okay. So he loves you after all.

"Kalim!"

He never even noticed the heavy rain that suddenly started after Jamil said those words. It's his magic; he can feel it, but Oasis Maker is out of his control, and he doesn't feel like stopping it. "Sorry Jamil, I just, I can't imagine it." He's crying, why is he crying? Is it because he hates the thought so much that it makes him want to—

You wouldn't kiss Deuce no no you wouldn't you wouldn't why would you kiss him do you like him does he like you have you moved on do you not love Kalim anymore please love love love love love why would you do that don't abandon him he loves you too so please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please

"Jamil?" Kalim holds onto his retainer's wrists. "Do you think...Y/N still loves me?"

"I don't know, Kalim."

"If they don't love me anymore," Kalim smiles, it's a little desperate, but mostly, it's pained. The corners of his lips twitch as his grip on Jamil's wrists tightens. "Will you help them remember how much they love me?”

[chrisevansonly]

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐫’𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

ʚcharles leclerc x female reader

ʚit’s baby Lilah’s first halloween and who can resist giving candy to the sweetest little bear in all of Monaco

ʚno warnings, very cute dad!charles and overall sweetness

ʚhere is fic number two for halloween!!! thank you as always for all the support and love, it means so much to me!! this is a little cutie so i hope you enjoy<3

There was no cuter sight than seeing your daughter Lilah dressed in the cutest fuzzy bear outfit, it wasn’t technically a costume but it would do for her first halloween. She lay comfortably on yours and Charles’s bed, a gummy smile on her face as you made her giggle, snapping photos of her on your phone

“Hi sweet girl, yeah look at your smile…oh you’re so cute I just wanna squish you!”

Leaning down and kissing her face she began to squeal happily, your hands moving to pick her up gently and rest her on your hip

“Should we go show papa how cute you are? I think so!”

As Lilah babbled away you walked down the stairs, Charles starting to pack a few things to head over to Pascale’s for their annual halloween party and trick or treating. The two of you weren’t doing costumes this year, but Lilah in her bear suit was cute enough to distract everyone of that

“Say bonjour papa!”

Lilah giggled, her arms flapping as Charles turned to see her, his eyes lighting up

“Regarde-toi! Mon petit ours, tu es si mignon!”

He was quick to take his little girl when she reached out for him, kissing her cheek

“What do you think? Cute right?”

“I just want to put her in my pocket”

You let out a laugh as you watched the two of them, Lilah’s eyes never leaving her dad, she absolutely adored him in every way

“Maman made you look so precious petit amour”

“I’m hoping it keeps your family distracted from the fact that we aren’t wearing costumes this year”

Charles nodded, sending a smile your way

“I definitely think she’s cute enough for that chérie”

“Good, because it’s too late to figure something out now anyway”

You leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek, finishing the last of packing before putting everything at the front door, your heart melting when you looked to see Lilah resting her head on her father’s shoulder. Cuddled up in her bear suit, eyes fluttering shut, truth be told you really weren’t sure if she’d be able to stay awake for candy, but it was more for you and Charles than her

“It’s her first halloween and she’s falling asleep, I think we are boring her”

Charles laughs softly, his hand rubbing her back

“Well we are skipping out on costumes…”

“Oh and whose fault is that?”

You watched him shrug, before looking away

“Not mine” he mumbles

“No? Because last I recall you couldn’t pick one to save your life…”

Charles turns away from you, walking towards the front door where you’re now waiting with the bags, his free hand covering Lilah’s head

“Bébé, n’écoute pas ta maman, elle essaie juste de faire passer papa pour un méchant!”

“You are so dramatic!”

Rolling your eyes teasingly he comes over, pressing a kiss to your lips, Lilah still passed out on his shoulder

“Don’t worry, if you apologize i’ll share some of her candy with you baby”

“Oh? And who said you were getting her candy?”

It might have been Lilah’s first halloween but for the two of you, it was another year of fighting over candy, Pascale always putting together special buckets for everyone, this year you’d be going home with three.

Charles would be lucky to see even one of them…but when it came to you and Lilah, it didn’t take much to earn his forgiveness, besides he took payment in cuddles and kisses, which was more than enough for him

Well maybe a kitkat too…

english translations:

Bonjour- hello

Regarde-toi! Mon petit ours, tu es si mignon! - Look at you! My little bear, you are so cute

Petit amour- little love

Bébé, n’écoute pas ta maman, elle essaie juste de faire passer papa pour un méchant! - Baby, don’t listen to your mother, she’s just trying to make daddy look bad!

[a-romantics-guide-to-life]

⋆⟡˚ ཐི⋆♱ 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞 ♱⋆ཋྀ ˚⟡⋆

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: modern billy the kid x fem reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and billy love all things halloween and horror but this year gets even scarier

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: talks of being sickly, jump scares, flufffff, implied sex

𝐚/𝐧: welcome back, so this one is def shorter than the other ones and was definitely inspired by universal's halloween horror nights and other similar events, so i hope you enjoy!

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟-𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You and Billy both loved a good haunted house.

You believed that it was the thrill of the scare, the adrenaline as you walk through dark halls where somebody could be waiting for you at the end of the hallway. Billy loved the suspense of it all, he’d love holding your hand as you two traversed the deep, twisted, and ultraviolet lit halls. You always thought it chivalrous of Billy to walk ahead of you; however, you also thought it was corny, cheesy, cliche but you only saw that as even more reason to love him.

It had become tradition to go out and find at least one to go to each Halloween. Many of them vary in scare level and size, some are big and maze-like with projections of ghosts haunting every corner while others are small and feature jump scares from people looking to fright.

One year, you two found one while walking around a neighborhood. The Frankenstiein-inspired haunted house was run by a darling little family who gave you a full sized Hershey’s bar at the end when you finished walking through their house where they hosted the scares. Another year it was at a local school’s fall festival where the students dressed up in monstrous masks and stood on stools while roaring in your face. Admittedly, a bunch of second graders didn’t make you scream but the effort was there.

This was the first year you and Billy had decided to do anything this big.

“Billy, are you sure you’re okay with this idea? I know you don’t like going to really big haunted houses and I can just feel myself getting scared shitless from these photos alone.” You asked the brunette, turning your body to face his from where you sat at the table with your laptop open.

He stood up, his feet padding on the laminate floors of your apartment as he walked to you. He pressed a small kiss to your hairline settling down in the seat at the dining table right next to you. He turned your computer towards him, scrolling up on the bright web page, the photos mirroring in his ocean eyes. 

“Darlin’, I won’t force ya t’do anything ya don't wanna. You know that baby.” He looks back to you, his eyes glimmering in the lowlights of your shared apartment.

“I know, an’ I love you for it.” You lean forward, pressing a kiss against his rough lips, his hand shooting up to hold the back of your neck with his calloused palm. He rested his forehead on yours as his warm hand continued to cradle your neck so gently.

“Baby, I know you’ve been wantin’ t’go to this Halloween festival for a long time. I don't mind going through all the scary mazes with you but if you feel that it isn’t safe at any moment we can immediately go home.”

“But Billy,” you look up at him, the meaning of his words even deeper. You knew the man well enough to know that growing up, his family didn’t have a lot of money, that he sent more than half of his mediocre paycheck to his family to help with their mortgage and living expenses. You knew he didn;t have much to blow off on random things such as tickets to a night time, extra scary, Halloween event. 

He silenced you, shaking his head. His short brunette curls shaking with him, ruffling the stray strands of his hair. 

“Pretty mama, y’know that ya mean the world to me, dontcha baby? I would gladly spend every single last penny to my name, even the clothes on my back, just to make you happy. Besides, you already let me stay here with you in this company apartment of yours darling. To me, that's more than enough.” 

And he just looks at you, so softly. His hydrangea blue eyes glossy with love for you, his eyes swirling with the feelings he wouldn’t dare utter aloud for he feared it may scare you away.

Truth was, you were the greatest treasure he had ever had the pleasure of finding. And even he knew that his soul in its entirety belonged to you.

But that was probably too heavy for a dim and cozy Sunday night.

“I love you Billy, really,” you hug him, your knees slotted in between his own as you two embrace. You sigh against his chest, your ear pressed right against his chest, the faint rhythmic drum of his heart music to your ears.

“I love you.”

You look up at him, his lips upturned into a soft smile. You press a kiss to his lips before shifting back to the computer to buy the tickets to the most frightening Halloween yet.

“Billy,” you look up to meet his blue eyes from where you lay on his chest, “what’re we going to wear when we go to the haunted mazes tomorrow?”

“We can wear whatever y’want darlin.’”

You shot up, the blankets falling from your shoulders, the silky sheets wrinkling beneath you. You place your hand on his chest, “So say I wanted to stay as naked as I am now, you would let me?”

He chuckles, his head falling back to the pillow, his curls splaying out on the soft blue sheets. His hands fall to your hips, squeezing lightly. He sits up, nuzzling his face into your neck, He nips the skin on your neck making you laugh and push him away. He laughs with you and wraps his warm arms around your naked torso, his breath still fast and shallow as you two recovered from your early morning routine.

“Baby, I’m the only one who gets to see this.” He says, eyes taking you over like a tsunami, roaming hungrily across your form. 

“So possessive Billy. Didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Darlin’, I have everything with you, ‘n I want everything with you. Even some cheesy couple costume if you really wanted baby.”

You pout, looking up at him. “Really?”

“Of course really darlin’.”

You smile at him before tackling him and attacking him with kisses, joyous laughter taking over the room.

The day finally came, you had begrudgingly gotten up early just so you and Billy could spend the entire day out and about, soaking in all the Halloween and autumn air. 

Billy had suggested that you dress up like an angel while he would be the devil later for the haunted mazes.

“Suits us don’t it, Angel? A bad man who has a girl way too good for ‘im.”

Needless to say, you had made sure to show him a little extra love.

You spent the entire day holding hands or walking arm in arm. There wasn’t a moment spent that you weren’t holding or touching him feeling like a clingy “koala” Billy said. 

You ended up walking to a cafe where you had met the cutest pair of twins both dressed up as the cutest little plump pumpkins. Then, you went to the park to walk around where you met this sweet old lady, Kathleen.

“Just like your mama, huh Billy?” You look at him, his eyes swirling with sadness yet happiness.

“Just as sweet as her too.”

You climbed up onto your tiptoes to kiss his cheek gently as you two waved goodbye to Kathleen.

Sensing that Billy missed home a bit, you convinced him to walk back home so he could call them to see how they were doing.

You sat on the couch as Billy talked to his ma and lil Jo in the bedroom. Sensing that they needed a bit of privacy, you had said your hellos and “happy Halloween”s before taking your pearly white and poofy dress outside along with the entirety of your make-up to get ready.

“The Addams Family” was a little over halfway through when Billy finally walked out in his outfit. He wore a wine red blouse with tight dark trousers. He had a hat on with two little horns poking up making him look like a dapper devil, a suit jacket in his arms.

He walked over to where you sat on the fluffy couch, sitting down next to you plopping a comically loud kiss on your cheek. You chuckle, pressing another kiss to his lips, your hand cradling his stubbled cheek. You had put on your dress, the layers drowning your legs underneath the layers of tulle.

“How’s your family?”

“They’re good. Jo’s was getting ready on the call, said he was going trick o’ treatin’ as a skeleton. Called me a cornball when I told ‘im what we’re wearing, whatever that means.”

I laugh, knowing that Billy truly does love his brother so much and misses a lot.

“That’s nice babe. I’m glad that they’re celebrating.”

“Yeah, I think it’ll be good for Jo to live a little especially since he’s been feeling good recently.”

You look back up at him as he watches the outside world with glossy eyes. Billy had told me how Jo had always been a sickly kid, how he never really got to do all the normal kid things. 

“I think so too.” 

Billy stands up, straightening his trousers with his palms before holding one out as an invitation. You take it, picking up the ridiculously flimsy halo headband you had laying around from a Halloween during college. 

You quickly grab the car keys, the event being a bit far, and your bag before running out the door, heading down to the garage. 

Billy had sat down in the driver's seat before you could protest, plugging in his ancient phone into the aux and playing some Halloween music. You two sat in a comfortable silence, the occasional “Oh, that's such a cute costume!” leaving your mouth as you watch all the people walking the streets in their halloween wear.

Once you got to the actual theme park, where the event was being held, you two walked through security before they asked you to scan your tickets.

“This is very elaborate, wouldn't you say Billy? Look at all those people in costume!”

“Indeed, they are pretty terrifying. D’ya wanna get one of those wristbands so they dont touch ya dear?”

You look to him, your hand in his. He knew how you hated when people touched you or got near you, especially at such an intensely jump scary place such as this.

“No, I think I’ll be okay Billy. After all, I have you, my knight in shining armor, to protect me!”

You both laugh as you walk to the first maze, the line not too long because of how early you two got there.

Suddenly, as if the actor heard you, a man with a fake, but very very real looking, chainsaw turned it on right in front of you, jumping into your personal bubble. You let out a loud shriek, as your shoulder jumped and your heart nearly leaped out of your chest. You immediately run to Billy whose arms are already around you. You sigh into his warmth, trying to steady your already pounding heart.

“You okay baby?” He looked down at you as another actor leaned right over Billy’s shoulder, yelling. Of course, ever calm Billy just stood there while you jumped again, another yelp leaving your mouth. Billy chuckled at your fear, knowing that this was going to be a very very long night.

At least he would be able to hold onto his poor little koala the entire night. And you were perfectly content getting screamed at even if it frightened you to a whole nother level because it was all worth the smiles and chuckles Billy let out with every shriek you let out.

[gingerjolover]

hiii mama g!!! it’s my birthday today and so i’ve been thinking about what julien would be like on soft!gf’s birthday. first off, BIRTHDAY POST!!! (i’m taking her birthday post for herself into consideration while typing this) i think it’d be a slideshow of pictures, a couple that she’s taken of you and a couple that the boys or members of muna have taken of you. she’d definitely write a lengthy paragraph where every sentence is articulate and sooo meaningful to the point where it’s like your heart beats abnormally faster as you continue to read because she’s just SOOOO!!!!!!

secondly, i don’t really Imagine julien and soft!gf as hugeeee party people, so i don’t think they’d stay up at the strike of midnight waiting for soft!gf’s birthday. instead, i think julien wakes up at the crack of dawn, and obviously she knows how to cook, so she makes not only the most pleasing breakfast JUST to look at, but the most delicious breakfast for the both of them. so then soft!gf wakes up to julien, who’s already smiling ear to ear holding a tray table and setting it down before just peppering you with kisses and saying happy birthday in between each kiss I CANTTTTT IM FEELING ALL FUZZY shes so cutesie

and 24/7 on your bday, acts of service julien just never stops. she does every minor thing you’re so capable of doing for you. finished your breakfast? julien’s already taken it to the kitchen and washing the dishes. dropped something? she’s bent down to grab it for you. also, even though she already does this, she makes sure to open every single door for you, pull out the chair you’re gonna sit at, open the car door for you… like she is ON IT!

and then after having made sure she’s done (almost……) everything in her power to ensure that the day was all about you, there’s just oneeee more thing she was waiting to do to realllyyyy show how much she loves you…….. you get the VIBES! won’t say too much on that cause i’ve already talked your ear off and once i start, i won’t be able to stop BUT YEAHHHH JULIEN ON SOFT!GF’S BDAY ☹️☹️☹️💘

first off, HAPPY BDAY BABY!!!!! I hope you had SUCH a great day<3

and you are soooooooo right, i fully believe that acts of service is julien’s main love language (i have a blurb coming up about love languages for munagenius) and your birthday is the PERFECT excuse for her to literally wait on you hand and foot

as for the insta post i think you’re 1000% right and i can literally imagine julien scrolling through her album of you (of pics she’s taken but also ones that she’s been sent of you from muna or the boys or mutual friends) she would be so fucking picky about which photos to post making sure they encapsulate your personality perfectly and you’re right the post would be so beautiful and so heartwarming 😭 i think she would take the time to post the pics of your initials on her finger or a tattoo she got for you with you like posing cheekily with a thumbs up next to her or something

and i agree, unless it was a big birthday i can’t imagine them throwing a party but maybe if your best friend was in town or maybe your family or if it was a bigger bday and the boys, muna, kelli and ally and other friends wanted to do something for you it would still be super lowkey and julien would spend the whole day with you beforehand

she gives off the vibes of like if you open your door yourself she leans over, closes it and then runs to your side of the car like a bullet and then opens it, she def gets grumbly when you try and do stuff yourself

and I GET THE VIBES BABE I DO, i think she would just want it to be extra special and do everything you wanna do (she def makes a birthday sex playlist with an obsecure name i will die on this hill)

i also wanted to add she def wants to do everything for you on your bday, i think canonically soft!gf and julien don’t exchange gifts, like not big ones, mainly because they both do a lot of little things throughout the year, but julien ALWAYS spoils you on your bday, its usually stuff that’s practical but she loves to get you little things to watch you open in bed when your hair is all messy and eyes are sleepy, you’re like holding the covers up over your chest and she’s rubbing your back as you unwrap a bunch of little presents 🥹

[zaebeecee]

To Sever a Loveless Bond

••RadioDust Soulmate AU••

Part 7/?

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Something of an interlude chapter and a bit shorter, sorry about that. Doctor stuff slowed me down today.

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Guillermo’s was a small cafe on the fifteenth floor of an office building in the Greed District. It was ludicrously exclusive, the kind of place that you had to really know someone in order to get into, and it served as close to real Italian food as you could find in Hell. It was one of the few decent restaurants that wasn’t seen as part of Rosie’s overlord territory, and often saw business from overlords, various high-ranking Hellborn visiting the Pride ring, a few of the Goetian nobility, and even (on one occasion, judging by the framed and signed photo on the wall) the famous imp clown, Fizzarolli. You needed a reservation, and it could take weeks or even months to get in.

Angel Dust had never once had to wait to get into Guillermo’s. No matter when he showed up, there was a table for him, no questions asked. This was because Angel had done the place a favor by keeping the Vees from attempting to interfere with it, a thing that could easily ruin any business. And the reason Angel did them such a favor was because the place was funded—and unofficially managed by—his older brother, Arackniss.

Their entire living existence, Angel and Arackniss had a difficult relationship. Volatile, and often violent, they had at least been unified in their shared hatred of their parents and had managed to become amicable business partners after the death of their father and Arackniss’s subsequent management of the Family Business.

Arackniss had never said it, but Angel was pretty sure that Anthony’s overdose had been the final nail in the coffin of their animosity, and now, they got along well enough for two guys with nothing in common who didn’t see each other for years at a time. It had its perks, especially since Arackniss was still tangled up in Hell’s mafia and had more connections than Vox had ports.

Family is family, I guess. Even down here.

Angel was taken to a table near the window the moment he arrived, and he warned them that Cherri was coming, both so they would let her in and so they could… well, prepare for her presence. This was one of their regular spots, after all—just because Angel never saw Arackniss, and just because they no longer wanted to kill each other, didn’t mean Angel wanted to stop being an annoying little brother who took advantage of big bro’s position—and while Cherri had never caused any real property damage, she had destroyed a few tables, quite a few place settings, and at least one old bitch’s ugly hat. Because of that, the restaurant had started taking special precautions when they knew she was going to be there.

There had once been discussion among the staff about banning both of them. Within a week, half of them had been silently replaced, and nothing more was said about it.

Cherri arrived ten minutes later, looking the same sort of artistic hot mess she always did. It wasn’t unusual for her to be late, generally because she either picked a fight on her way anywhere or had one picked with her, and she could never leave that fight alone until she had finished it.

“Oh my god I hate sharks,” she muttered as she slid into the chair across from Angel. “Hey, baby, sorry about that.”

“Don’t be, I just got here,” Angel said, grinning at her irritated tone. “How’s tricks?”

“Tricky.”

When the waiter came by, Cherri ordered a Bloody Mary, but Angel just asked for water. As soon as the imp was gone, Angel noticed her staring at him with one large and squinting eye. “What?”

“I knew it.”

“Knew what?”

“Something is wrong,” she said. “You never pass up the chance to drink, and besides, you only wanna come here when something is bothering you.”

“I don’t always drink, and— wait, what?” Angel frowned. “The hell I do.”

“The hell you don’t,” Cherri said. “You always wanna come here when you’re upset about something because your brother owns this place and it’s like letting your big bro keep you safe.”

Angel barked out a laugh. “Oh, that is utter bullshit. Rack and I ain’t never been those kinda brothers.”

“Call it bullshit all you want, you still always have some kind of life-altering drama when you wanna meet here.” The imp came back, gave them their drinks, and then retreated; they always got the same food, so nobody bothered asking them anymore. “And you do, don’t you?” Cherri continued like she hadn’t been interrupted.

“…okay, first off, fuck you. Second, just because I got shit to tell you don’t mean you’re right.”

Cherri smirked, her cross-shaped pupil flickering a brighter pink in amusement. “Yeah, sure, whatever. Dish.”

Angel sighed, drumming one set of fingers on the table as he thought about how best to start. He could admit when there was a flaw in his own plan, and for all that he wanted Cherri to snap him back to reality, he hadn’t included the part where he had to actually tell her what the fuck was happening. “…it’s… I need you to give me your hundred percent honest opinion about someone. No holds barred.”

“Oh, honey, that’s not a problem. Who?”

Angel nodded. “…Alastor.”

Her eyebrow shot up. “Alastor? Like, Mister Radio Face? That guy?” Angel nodded. “The last time I gave you any kind of opinion on him, you told me I was too hard on him because I didn’t know him.”

“…I didn’t say that, did I?” Angel asked, deflating a little.

“Oh, bitch, you did,” Cherri said with a humorless laugh. “And you were really adamant, too.”

Angel sighed and put his head in two of his hands, his other two arms folded on the table. “Just humor me, Cherri.”

“Okay,” she said, drawing the word out, before she started speaking fairly quickly. “I think he’s a dangerous and unstable psychopath who’s probably never experienced a real emotion in his life and who gets his kicks manipulating everyone he meets for the hell of it. He’s mean, he’s violent, he’s untrustworthy, he’s completely unlikeable, and he smells terrible. The only two positives I have is that he’s as strong as he claims to be and he has a great radio voice, but otherwise, I wouldn’t consider him worth the powder it would take to blow him up.”

Angel sighed. “Yeah, that’s what I thought you would say.”

When he finally lowered his hands, he saw Cherri watching him expectantly. As soon as she realized Angel wasn’t going to say anything, she asked, “Why are you so interested in my opinion on the radio jackass, anyway? You already know I don’t like him.”

“I know, I know, nobody does,” Angel said, unable to keep a level of distress out of his voice. “It… I need somebody to knock some sense into me, that’s all. And if I tell you why, I really, really need you to stay calm.”

“I make no promises.”

“Then I ain’t tellin’ you.”

“Fuck…” Cherri sighed and rolled her eyes, then crossed her arms. “Okay. I will do my best. Spit it out.”

Angel drew a deep, steadying breath. “He’s my soulmate.”

There was a scream at the next table as someone’s plate of spaghetti exploded.

“Cherri!” Angel hissed.

“I’m sorry!” she said, matching his tone, looking a combination of furious and in absolute shock. “But you… you have got to be fucking kidding me! The Radio Demon?!”

“Shut up shut up shut up!” Angel waved his hands at her. “You told me you’d try to keep a lid on it!”

“The table’s still here, isn’t it?” Cherri placed her hands on the tabletop, like she was emphasizing her point, before she took a few slow breaths. “Okay. Alright. I’m fine, at least as fine as I’m gonna get. What happened?”

She did seem to calm down considerably as Angel told her about the night in the kitchen, going into more detail with her than he had with Husk. When he was finished, they sat in silence for a moment, Angel picking lightly at his food.

“And you’re sure he has one, too?” Cherri asked.

“Well, I saw it,” Angel said. “But… I mean, I got one and it activated when he touched me, don’t that mean he’s got one too?”

Cherri shrugged. “I’ve heard it’s not always… they don’t always come in pairs,” she said. “I mean, it’s Hell, right? Wouldn’t be Hell if everybody had a destined happy ending.”

“Ain’t it bad enough, bein’ tied to someone for all eternity?” Angel asked with a sigh.

“So what are you gonna do about it?”

“We’re figuring out how to break it,” Angel said. “Val found out it activated, so if I don’t do it, the Vees will. Alastor’s friend Rosie says she can find a… a ritual, or a spell, or some shit that can do it. But she says we have to finish our bond, so we’ve started… hanging out, I guess. He’s makin’ me dinner tonight.”

Cherri blinked slowly at him. “Wouldn’t trust a single thing he called food.” Angel couldn’t help a small laugh at that, but it died quickly. “So… how does he feel about it?” Cherri asked, with an edge of danger in her voice that he found perplexing.

“I… whaddya mean?”

“You said you’re breaking it because of the Vees. How does he feel about it?” Cherri clarified. “He isn’t exactly shy about his opinions, I know you know.”

“Oh, he’s fuckin’ thrilled about the idea of breakin’ it. Can’t wait to get rid of the burden, I guess,” Angel said with a roll of his eyes and a dismissive wave.

Strangely, Cherri said, “That asshole.”

Angel blinked at her. “Wait, what?”

She didn’t back down. “What kind of callous dick would be excited about breaking a soul bond with you??”

“I… thought you didn’t like him,” Angel said, one eyebrow arching.

“I don’t!” she declared in the same tone. “But that’s not the fucking point! How dare he consider a soul bond with you to be a burden on him! He’s the absolute worst creature that Hell had the audacity to spit out of whatever pit he came from, and you are perfect! He should be fucking honored that he got matched up with you!”

Angel couldn’t help it; he started giggling, his face heating up as tears welled in his eyes. He pressed one hand over his mouth. “Cherri…!”

“I’m serious,” she said, and she absolutely sounded it. “Ungrateful, disrespectful gripper. God, I should go blow him up for that!”

Angel’s giggles turned into laughter. “Stop stop stop don’t do that…!”

Cherri huffed in irritation and stabbed her pasta with her fork. “Well, I’m going to think about it really hard.” She hesitated, then looked up at him again. “You didn’t explain what you meant earlier.”

“About what?”

“You said you needed sense knocked into you. You didn’t say why.”

Angel looked down. “Right. I didn’t.” He sighed, folding his arms on the table again “I… I don’t know if it’s the mark, or… We went out last night. To a club. Rosie said it’d be a good idea for us to spend time together, and we both like jazz and dancing. So…” He shrugged a little. “And we had a real good time, y’know? Or, I mean, I did, anyway. I think he did. And I liked… I liked spending time with him. I like listening to him talk. He’s funny, and he’s charming, and he’s a kinda crass I ain’t really used to. He’s a good cook, he’s polite most of the time, he doesn’t… y’know.”

Cherri waited for him to continue. When he didn’t, she said, “He doesn’t treat you like a whore.”

“…yeah.”

“I guess he wouldn’t. He doesn’t seem to have interest in that.” Cherri tapped her fingers on the table. “…baby… I don’t have anything I can tell you that you don’t already know. You know who he is, you know what he’s like, and you know what will happen if you keep going this way.”

“I know,” Angel agreed softly. “But I… I can’t help it. I don’t know how to stop it. I don’t want to—…” He sighed. “I think about breakin’ the bond and losin’… whatever this is, and I feel kinda like freakin’ out.”

Cherri nodded. “I get it,” she said. “But hey. Angel. After it breaks, you two can still be friends, can’t you?”

Can we?

I don’t know.

“I hope so.”

•••

Alastor was, above all things, a creature that had been molded for a solitary lifestyle.

That had always suited Alastor just fine, if one asked him. His mother said he had been a strange, wrong child even as a baby—“My little curse,” she had called him, with more affection than a being like him had ever warranted—and he couldn’t remember a time in his living existence that he had ever had someone he could truthfully call a friend. Hell was no exception to this, and for nearly one hundred years, Alastor had cheerfully stalked the streets of Pentagram City, leaving nothing but fear in his wake.

Except Rosie, of course, but she hardly counted. She was the overlord of the cannibals, and if he couldn’t make friends with someone like that, he supposed he was as hopeless as most believed him to be.

The knowledge of soul marks had been, at first, a shock. It hadn’t been long for it to turn into an insult, however, as Alastor wondered who could possibly have the gall to presume to saddle him with some doe-eyed, simpering creature who would be nothing but an inconvenience.

He had once told Husker and Niffty that, should his soulmate ever be unfortunate enough to find him, he would make sure they received everything that a bond with the Radio Demon warranted. As he described the dishes he would make with their organs, the tools he would make with their bones, and the clothing he would make with their skin… Alastor still remembered with open fondness the look of terror on old Husker’s face as his ears flattened and his wings shivered. Maybe he was imagining it happening to him, or perhaps, to whoever his bond tied him to.

And that was good. He should have imagined that. Alastor would not be any gentler with the mates of his pets than he would be with his own.

Even Niffty had looked almost disturbed, by the end of his speech.

Of course, for all his talk, Alastor had never truly wished to find his soul mate. Fun as it would be to make new boots out of their belly skin, it would still come with the knowledge that he had been shackled to someone, even for such a short period of time. Alastor had never seen the point of romance, always viewing it as ridiculous at best and a complete waste of time at worst, and to think of it as even more compulsory than the society in which he was raised was downright offensive.

He had not planned on Angel Dust stirring that pain in his mark. Even with its shape… Alastor had never once contemplated that it might be him.

Of course, he was reasonable enough to think that it could have simply been because he didn’t want it to be Angel Dust. There had been no way to anticipate the creature he had first met upon setting foot into the hotel, a figure he knew well simply through social mitosis. A porn star, an employee of the Vees. Easy to write off. Easier to ignore.

But then Angel Dust had… hit on him, so flippantly and casually, almost like he was making a joke. And when Alastor had refused, Angel Dust never lost his smile, just shrugging and telling Alastor it was his loss. Alastor had anticipated that would be the end of it—he had made it quite clear he was not a potential john, and couldn’t fathom any other reason for Valentino’s prostitute to interact with him—but it wasn’t the end of it.

Alastor was the Radio Demon. He had toppled the empires of overlords who had controlled Hell for decades, centuries, before his death. He was a figure that even those who did not know him ran from. He inspired more than fear, he inspired terror.

And, within a week of knowing him, Angel Dust had given him four nicknames (each more ridiculous than the last), he had suggested they film a pornography together as a commercial to attract guests, and he had tried no less than seven times to see how strict his five foot rule was. And, through it all, he had remained so infuriatingly affable.

It hadn’t taken long for Alastor to contemplate the pros and cons of killing him. The pros were many—chief among them that he wouldn’t have to put up with Angel Dust anymore—but the two cons outweighed the rest. The first was that he was the hotel’s celebrity guest and it wouldn’t have been good for Charlie’s project to lose him.

The second was that Alastor simply didn’t want him gone.

He told himself many things. Maybe he just found the spider amusing. Maybe he wasn’t worth Alastor’s time and knife. Maybe Alastor simply thought that the years of drugs and sex and whatever Valentino had done would make Angel Dust’s meat unfit for consumption. And because Alastor so rarely reevaluated someone once passing judgment on them, the fact that he was constantly reevaluating the spider was infuriating.

But it was the mark. It had to be. And soon, that mark would be gone.

“Rosie, my dear!” Alastor called as he opened the door to her emporium and strode inside, twirling his microphone staff with a practiced ease. The shop was empty—not unusual for this time in the afternoon—and he didn’t immediately set eyes on her. “Are you here?”

“I’m in my work room, Alastor!” Rosie called. Alastor stepped around the counter and dutifully followed the sound of her voice, finding her sitting on a couch and hemming what appeared to be a deep green formal gown. “Hello, darling, so nice to see you so soon,” she said.

“Yes, well, I find myself in need of your services,” Alastor said, setting the end of his staff on the floor and placing one hand over the casing of the microphone. “I’m going to be making quite the dinner tonight and I require some rather specialized ingredients. Where better to come but to the mistress of the culinary arts herself?”

Rosie laughed. “Flatterer,” she said, with a smile that told him it worked. “Just let me finish this hem and I’ll get you all set up. What’s the occasion?”

“No real occasion,” Alastor said, settling on a plush ottoman near her to wait. “I’m simply certain that Angel Dust has not had anything resembling a proper meal in many years, excepting the jambalaya I made the other night. I plan to rectify that.”

“Oh, it’s for Angie, is it?” Rosie asked with a bright smile.

Alastor was fairly certain he didn’t care for her tone, but he couldn’t put his finger on why. “Yes,” he said simply.

Rosie nodded, her smile turning to something… untrustworthy, Alastor would call it. “I hear he helped you cook the other night.”

“Yes, he helped me with the jambalaya,” Alastor said. “He was so very insistent, and he has so many hands, I thought it would be a crime not to make use of them.” Rosie made a humming noise, and Alastor stared at her. “What.”

“Oh, nothing, sweetie, nothing. Glad to hear the two of you are getting along.”

“As well as two such vastly different people can, I suppose,” Alastor said lightly. “But I will admit that the outing he suggested yesterday was quite entertaining. I knew he did something that some people consider dancing, of a sort, but I had no idea that he truly knew how to dance.”

Rosie laughed. “He got you to go out dancing, hm? I didn’t think you went to clubs.”

“I don’t!” Alastor said brightly. “But they had serviceable rye and their house band’s ability to play jazz was wholly inoffensive. Quite the surprise, I assure you.”

“Glad to hear you’re making a friend.”

Alastor felt the record needle in his head—more a metaphorical description than anything actually tangible or physical—skip for a brief moment, and heard her giggle as she registered the audio stutter that went along with it. “Well, I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Of course you wouldn’t,” Rosie said, and despite the fact that her eyes were nothing but black voids, he knew she was rolling them. “But it took you three decades to admit that we were friends, and that was after you had been visiting me at least once every two weeks.”

“You are quite the conversationalist,” Alastor admitted. “Never thought I would find that in Hell, of all places.”

“It seems Angie is quite the conversationalist as well.”

Alastor squinted at her. “He hardly spoke when I brought him here. How do you come to that conclusion?”

“Because you had a good time going out and drinking with him,” Rosie said. “And you’re having dinner with him tonight. If you found him to be a bore, getting you to spend time together would be like pulling teeth, no matter how badly you want your bond broken.”

Alastor made a noise that was something like a growl low in his throat and looked away; he felt his ears flick backwards, and they ignored his mental urging to stand back up. “Yes. Well. …I suppose I appreciate his… candor, and he has quite the amusing sense of humor if you can get him away from more carnal topics. Fascinating perspective on life, as well; I’ll admit I never spent much time conversing with—” He cut himself off before he could say the first phrase that came to mind, both unbidden and unwanted.

With his kind.

No.

No, that was never something Alastor would use to describe another. Particularly not one that society viewed as lesser.

“With… what was the phrase he used… prostitution whoreses,” he said instead, doing his best approximation of Angel Dust’s Brooklyn accent and drawing a laugh from Rosie. “The kinds of people he has met, the sorts of jobs he has done… fascinating! He spared me the gory details, as it were, but the things people will pay actual money for seem to belong on quite the inexhaustible list.”

Rosie nodded, finishing off her seam. “Like I said. Friends.”

“You try my patience, my dear.”

“I know. Perhaps you should try it sometime.” He opened his mouth, but he couldn’t think of a response, and she got to her feet with a bright smile. “Come along, then. I’m sure you’ll need to get back and start cooking, won’t you?”

“Yes,” Alastor said, gathering himself again before he followed her from the room. He had the mind to ask her about her progress on discerning the ritual to break the bond.

He didn’t ask.

He didn’t know why he didn’t ask, but he didn’t.

It simply gave him an odd and unpleasant feeling. It was the bond talking, Alastor knew that, but knowing it didn’t make the sensation more tolerable. It was nothing like the feeling he’d had when asking Angel Dust if he would like to have dinner, a strange trepidation mixed with anticipation that made it difficult to even properly form the question. And the feeling when he had accepted…

Was it relief? Perhaps.

It wasn’t happiness. Alastor never felt happiness, not anymore.

But Alastor couldn’t imagine why Angel Dust saying yes would make him feel relieved. Of course Angel Dust would accept. He wanted this bond gone as much as Alastor did himself, of that he was certain. The thought was a different sort of unpleasant, one that he couldn’t put a name to. It felt like it would go very deep if he followed it, and where those depths would lead, he couldn’t begin to guess.

Of course, he didn’t blame Angel Dust for wanting to sever their bond.

He wouldn’t want himself as a soulmate, either.

•••

[yes-divine-ruler]

hi. can you write sexting with colin? or kai? thank you so much, you're an angel

Sexting with Colin Zabel x Fem!Reader Smut (18+)

let me know if you’d like to see a Kai one too!!

CW: masturbation from both parties, Colin’s is more public

Words: 859

Colin sat at his desk at work, his head in one of his hands as he filtered through paperwork. It was a long day in the office, the sun had set and Colin still had so many documents to file. He leaned back in his seat, rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hands. His mind was somewhere else, not on the case he was working on, but on you, inevitably sitting at home waiting for him.

As if you read his mind from the other side of town, a message pinged on his phone. He took his phone out of his pocket, and flicked to your photo message.

“Come home already Col” it read, attached to a photo of you in skimpy lingerie. Colin’s breath hitched in his throat as he felt the fabric in the crotch of his pants tighten. His eyes filtered over your mostly exposed breasts and down to your panties, that your fingers had been grazing the waistband of. He let out a quiet groan, his hand reaching into his dress pants and adjusting his hardening length. If he wasn’t thinking about the case before he certainly wasn’t now. No one else occupied the office, everyone else already home to their families. A dark thought crossed Colin’s mind as he reached down to palm through his pants.

“fuck babe, what are you doing to me?” Colin replied, sitting back and waiting for your reply. It only took a moment for you to respond, another photo in a different position, now showcasing your ass in the mirror in a g-string that left little to the imagination. Colin let out another groan, standing up and leaning over his desk to look through the hallway in the precinct to see if anyone else was there. The lights were all turned off, and nobody passed by as he looked. Colin saw this as a green light to sit back down and unzip his pants, pulling down his boxers and taking the base of his already throbbing erection in his hand.

“take those off I wanna see all of you” he sent, stroking his cock softly awaiting your reply. When his phone vibrated again it was a video that he was quick to open. He watched with wide eyes as you costed your fingers with your own saliva and brought them down to your hardened nipples, pinching them between your fingers. His breathing became laboured as his hand picked up pace around his cock, watching further into the video as your fingers trail down your stomach and tuck under the waistband of your panties.

He lets out a moan, wishing it was his fingers that were touching you as you pleasured yourself under the lace fabric, soft moans escaping your lips. Your moans alone were enough for Colin to build up a sweat, his left thumb trying to type out a message in response.

What if I told you I was jerking myself off in my office rn? He sent, knowing that the thought of him being so risqué would only make you more aroused.

“Naughty boy ;) don’t you wish you were here? Touching me? My fingers can’t do what urs can,” The next message read, Colin even quicker to open the next video you’d sent him. He watched in awe, turning up the volume, as you pulled your panties to the side, revealing your soaked pussy to him, the camera venturing further down between your legs until it was like he was there, watching you spread out for him on your shared bed. He watched as you collected some of your arousal and then dipped your finger inside in an attempt to stretch out your tight walls.

“Oh fuck,” Colin muttered to himself as he imagined what it would be like to be inside you right now, ravenously pumping his fingers, leaning down to lap at your clit and taste your sweetness. He only picked up pace around his cock, the video continuing as you moaned his name in lust and desperation.

“Fuck, fuck,” he muttered, his eyes clenching shut before another message came up, saying that you were edging yourself and waiting for him to come home to finish you off.

That drove him over the edge, one hand gripping around the edge of his desk and his other stroking him to orgasm, spurting warm strings of cum up the front of his button down shirt and dress pants. He let out a series of profanities and your name as he came down from his release.

“Fuck it, I’ll do it tomorrow,” Colin grumbled to himself, grabbing a tissue from the tissue box on his desk and trying to rid his clothes of the forming stain.

“I’m coming home now baby wait for me,” he texted you hurriedly, shutting closed his laptop and swooping his documents in his arms, shoving them all into his briefcase. He got up, pacing to the door of his office and locking it behind him, anticipating how ready you’d be for him when he got home, sprawled out bare on the bed, not knowing what he had in store for you.

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[sukirichi]

me thinks tsumu didn’t actually get her drunk so she’d sleep with him. i think his blabber mouth let out the fact that the royal family is completely fucked and mentioned the affair - probably to get brownie points with the model or because he’s mad at rin for being likely to be king or something. and getting her drunk was supposed to be a safety net to ensure she doesn’t remember any of their conversations regarding that topic. she wakes up and feels blindsided that he’d try to do something so gross, she lets the info out? IDK i feel like something corrupt happened between the two that didn’t involve sexual relations…. maybe she was the one to take that photo and tsumu getting her drunk was his way of trying to erase it, like she’s drunk he takes her phone deletes pic - problem solved! i just feel like the amount of times he apologised SPECIFICALLY to sunarin… it’s just way too suspicious.

onto the man himself. y’know how i was talking about my nendoroid? imma cover his ears when i say this; if he’s genuinely so arrogant to think that sticking to his dogshit fuckass plan is the only option (because he doesn’t wanna damage his pride even more and admit he’s wrong) im gonna deck this man myself. sleeping with itinerary ON YN’S BED??? OHHHH BITCH YOU HAVE ME SO FUCKED UP RN. her only safe haven and it’s been tainted by that man whore and his woman crush wednesday…. i cannot WAIT for yn to fuck up iriler cuz she got on my last nerve like i genuinely didn’t think that was possible but damn. she deserves just as much heat as rin cuz atp do you not have ANY fucking sympathy for another woman?? you need to get some mediocre loveless dick wet so bad, you’ll do it on someone else’s bed in their locked safe space??

i have some theories but with the ending of the chapter i just need to take a few more laps, whew im like malding so hard rn. TAKING OFF THE FUCKING RING? LIKE THE AUDACITY OF THAT FIVE HEAD. it’s such a slap in the face because despite everything that happened - yn was STILL thinking of suna and how to help him and then the betrayal of them doing it in her room, AND HE JUST TAKES HIS RING OFF AND LEAVES??? IRIS HAS STOLEN EVERYTHINGGG, that line where yn was trying to reassure herself like “it was your ring on his finger.” and then cutting to that ring being left on the bed side table … suki you got me so fucked up i feel like i could run a mile rn.

there IS a way for their relationship to be redeemed tbf, idk how many readers would agree with it but i feel like the redemption would be something a little like how it was in the hamilton musical, like we just finished the reynold’s pamphlet track. i think with the redemption their relationship is definitely not going to be warm and it’s going to be a lot less loving (not loveless but yn isn’t going to give her love easily to him).

me personally, i’m just hoping if ushi becomes king he allows divorces so yn can get out of that relo and so can kiyoomi, they both deserved each other and i don’t think they could ever ignore each other for too long, especially not after that entire trip where they built their connection with each other.

i’m done rambling now, i’m sorry if my ask got a bit incoherent, this chapter had me fucked up more than any other one JUST because of the ring, like my heart actually broke when i read that. anyways im so sorry for the long ask 😭 enjoyyy

- shhh anon

shhh anon!! ah i’m always so happy to hear about your theories pls don’t think i am bothered by the long asks 🥹 for tsumu hmMMM lowkey shivering in my boots because i think you’re reading my mind and seeing all the secrets of dtd… hmm… can’t confirm anything as of now but i agree with you! he would definitely pull that just to get brownie points and get laid + getting her drunk was vv intentional on his part… i’m so sorry, he’s so horrible in dtd!! but you’re right, tsumu is one suspicious guy aafghsjkla

yes pls cover nendoroid suna’s ears!! canon suna does NOT have to hear any slander, and i’m so sorry to our pookie bear that i gave him such awful roles in this story... fr like out of all places, why on the reader’s bed?! the castle is HUGE he could’ve chosen anywhere but that (although we’ll see why he brought iris to reader’s bed in ch13 muehehhe.) AND THE NICKNAMES FOR IRIS IM CRYING IRILER?? ITINERARY? HELP 😭

OMG YES THANK YOU FOR NOTICING!! like reader’s monologue was like “that’s my ring he’s wearing even after all that happened” because that was like, her only source of comfort and reassurance that in SOME WAY, he’s still hers yknow? but then HE TAKES IT OFF AGAHJSK. but yes yes i see where you’re getting at – the redemption arc is not going to be warm at all. actually, tiny spoilers ahead, i’m not even sure i can call it a redemption arc (won’t give context hehe, you guys will see for yourselves.) but i cannot wait to see how things will change if ever ushi becomes king. he’s a very traditional guy too, so we’re not even sure if he would legalize divorce. he’s a stickler to the rules, and as much as he wants the best for his brothers, his main priority is to sticking to what the kingdom wants – so that’s a downside if he becomes king. kiyoomi though like pls i’m so in love with him, i want him to be endgame so bad!! they do deserve each other, and their chemistry + bond is just so natural for me. i think they would be happiest with one another ngl 🥹

and please don’t apologize for the long asks bb!! i actually get so happy whenever i see that people take the time to share me their thoughts, it means the world to me 🥺💫🌷

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𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐡 [4]

[an ATEEZ social media au]

🍓 Characters/Pairing: San x reader, Wooyoung x reader + more in the future 🍩 Genre: fluff, angst, suggestive 🍰 AU info: social media au, university!au, named reader 💌 Word Count: 1.5 k ⚠️ Warnings: ❌

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Hongjoong was nervously pacing around the art gallery, waiting for the event to begin. He was re-reading his own speech over and over again, as if he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to memorize it all, even though it was written by him. He was holding the piece of paper so tightly that it began looking a little crumpled which reminded Hongjoong to soften his grip.

When he felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned around quickly.

"Are you okay, Joong?" San asked.

"You startled me," Hongjoong said, sounding as if he was almost out of breath.

"Don't be nervous. You're gonna do just fine! Your photos are literally breathtaking," San reassured him with a smile. "Still, you're the one who is out of breath."

Hongjoong just sighed and nervously fixed the collar of his shirt.

"Wooyoung and Mingi are on their way. Please remember to breathe," San reminded his older friend, patting his shoulder, and left the young photographer alone.

Not too long after people started coming to the art gallery and soon the place became quite noisy. It was time for Hongjoong to get over his fear of public speaking and begin with his welcome speech. He got to the podium, trying to avoid looking other people in the eye but his own eyes were searching for Mrs. Seo, the woman who was his mentor and who made this art exhibition possible by investing both time and money in him and his art. She warned him that she was going to be late which made Hongjoong even more nervous, but he was still hoping to see her soon so that his mind can be put at ease. Instead, his eyes found his friends - San, Wooyoung and Mingi were all there, smiling and waving at him, even making finger hearts, which made Hongjoong crack a smile. Even though they were bantering a lot when they were together, it was at moments like these that he realized just how lucky he was to have them in his life. That also gave him an unexpected amount of energy and confidence.

"Hello, my name is Kim Hongjoong. Nice to meet you all," he started talking shakily. When he finished his sentence, he took a deep breath, which calmed him down a little, and continued with his speech. "I've been taking photos of everything I found beautiful since I was a kid. It has always been helping me express my emotions properly and convey them into art. It’s so amazing to be able to capture the world’s beauty, because there are so many things that deserve to be appreciated. And not only places, I’m talking about people too, but I still haven’t found a model who fascinates me, so I’m currently only taking photos of places.”

He fixed his gaze on the people in the hall to make sure they were still listening to him and when he made sure he had their full attention, he continued with his speech.

“Anyways, I'm so happy to be with you all right now. I want to thank you for being here and supporting me… Your motivation is so inspiring to me and I promise I’m going to do everything I can to show you even better photos in the future. I’d like to thank to everyone who is here tonight, as well as my great friends and my family. Last, but not least, I’d like to thank the amazing woman who made this exhibition possible, even though she’s not here yet: and this is Mrs. Seo, my amazing mentor. I hope you enjoy today’s exhibition."

Then he added a couple more conclusive sentences and the room suddenly erupted into cheers and applause. Hongjoong's heart was beating fast because of the adrenaline of having publicly spoken in front of so many people. He was truly proud of himself.

When he got off the podium, he went to his friends.

"You were great out there!" San exclaimed. "We have the coolest friend in the world."

“I second that. However, how could you say you had no good model to take photos of? Don’t you remember how many times I offered to be your model and let you take photos of me? I can pull of every vibe you want me to and let you take your most aesthetic photos ever.

“If Joong lets you become his model, no people are gonna come to his next exhibition because no one would want to see your face,” Wooyoung said mockingly as he looked at Mingi.

Mingi only scoffed in response.

“You’re not that handsome either.” Mingi retorted.

“You can’t appreciate my beauty. And the only reason I’m not letting Hongjoong take photos of me is that he won’t be able to afford taking even one photo of me. You know, this face is not for free,” Wooyoung pointed at his face cockily, as all of his friends seemed more than a little skeptical about his claims.

Then Hongjoong saw Mrs. Seo and his eyes lit up.

"Ah, I’m so tired of your endless bickering. See you later, idiots," Hongjoong said and went to the older woman.

"Hongjoong! Sorry for being so late. I had to drive my daughter to her piano lesson," Mrs. Seo apologized as she hugged Hongjoong.

When they moved away, Hongjoong spoke.

"You don't have to worry," the photographer reassured her with a soft smile.

"I'm sure you did great, didn't you?"

"The feeling was amazing, but I need a drink," Hongjoong laughed.

"Go get it then," Mrs. Seo answered in the same light-hearted way.

Hongjoong went to the table with snacks and drinks and got himself a glass of champagne which he chugged at once. When he felt another presence next to him, he turned to look at the person.

"What is Seo Daeun doing here?" San asked, trying to avoid being seen by the older woman.

"She is my mentor, the one I told you about. She made this photo exhibition possible," Hongjoong explained patiently. "Why? How do you know her?"

San opened his mouth to speak, but stopped as soon as he saw Mrs. Seo in front of him.

"San! I can't believe I see you here. You've grown up so much! You're really becoming more and more handsome."

Hongjoong seemed really confused.

"Uh, yeah, hello, Mrs. Seo," San bowed slightly, showing his respect.

"You're as respectful as always! Good manners and good looks, Jina really missed her best chance."

Hongjoong listened to them talk, trying to understand what they were talking about, before he realized he should probably leave them alone.

"Should I go somewhere else so you two can talk?" Hongjoong asked, trying to be mindful.

"Please don't," San whispered, grabbing his wrist.

Mrs. Seo looked at the interaction with confusion.

"Actually my boyfriend and I would like some time alone."

"Boyfriend?!" Hongjoong and Mrs. Seo spoke at the same time.

"Yes, babe. Didn't you know you were my boyfriend?" San laughed nervously, nudging his older friend playfully.

He finally realized San didn't want to talk to Mrs. Seo at all and actually wanted to avoid her, but he couldn’t express it properly since he was too good mannered, and maybe that was the reason why he said something so ridiculous. So Hongjoong quickly got into his role as he wrapped his arm around San’s broad shoulder.

"Sorry, darling. I'm still a little excited because of the exhibition and I can’t fully grasp what’s happening around me."

San sighed with relief.

"It's okay. So, will you show me around?" San asked with a flirtatious tone, running his fingers along Hongjoong’s arm, wanting nothing more than to run away from Mrs. Seo.

"It would be a pleasure for me," Hongjoong continued playing along, holding San’s body even closer to his.

"It was nice seeing you, Mrs. Seo. Tell Jina I said hi," San bowed again, then took Hongjoong's hand and led him to the entrance of the art gallery. When they stopped walking and they were far enough, San took a deep breath.

"Ah, finally, that was intense."

Hongjoong just raised an eyebrow questioningly, waiting for some sort of explanation, but when he realized San wasn't going to give him one, he decided to break the silcence himself.

"What was this madness all about? And who is Jina?"

"Jina is my ex-girlfriend and Mrs. Seo is her mother," San explained. "I didn't expect to meet her here. Sorry if I made you look bad in front of her."

"It's okay, San. But don't use me as your fake boyfriend ever again," Hongjoong laughed.

"I can't promise anything, babe," San winked at his older friend, receiving a sharp smack on his shoulder, then he burst out laughing. "I’m gonna get some drinks. Thanks for helping me out, Joong.”

When San made sure Mrs. Seo wasn't near the table with snacks and drinks, he made his way there, pouring himself a glass of champagne, then another one, until he lost count.

╔═══════════ SUMMARY ═══════════╗

San was often told that he was everything a girl wanted to date: handsome, funny and smart. That was until they got to know him better. Then he was told he was too much, too overwhelming, had too many emotions and was too chaotic. Thus his experience with dating was not as good as one would have thought. The problem: he has the biggest crush on a girl he met whilst studying abroad. But every time he messages his crush, he seems to mess things up further and further. With the help of his hyperactive friends he tries to win Ara's heart but before that, he has to convince her he doesn't actually hate her.

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Day 2 of 7, Winter 2007

The same edition of the Simlandia Enquirer arrives at the Goth Manor, delivered alongside the usual mundane stack of bills and flyers. Phil, always the first to grab the mail, pauses when she sees the glaring headline splashed across the tabloid: “Goth and Caliente Lovechild Revealed: Mortimer’s Secret Family Exposed!” Her stomach tightens as she skims the article. Everything about this is wrong, messy, explosive — the sort of thing that could tear apart the already delicate threads holding her family together.

"Nope," she mutters under her breath, setting the magazine down on the coffee table. She's not dealing with this. She pulls out her phone, quickly texting her girlfriend, Ember: "Something bad’s going down at home. Grabbing Gus and leaving for a bit. You wanna meet up?" Before even waiting for a reply, Phil heads upstairs, grabs her twin brother, and tells him they’re going out for the day. Gus, sensing the tension, doesn’t ask any questions — he just follows. As they slip out the front door, Phil knows things are about to get very loud at home, and she wants no part of it.

An hour later, Cassandra wakes from a much-needed nap. She heads downstairs, still drowsy, and spots the tabloid on the coffee table as she sits down. Nina Caliente’s face next to a dark-haired toddler, glares up at her. Her eyes narrow as she reads the headline, recognition settling in. She flips through the magazine, skimming the article and graphics. She knows Nina’s had a kid — she’s even seen Nina around, and honestly just assumed the child was from her marriage. But this article, though mostly sensationalized garbage, holds one very dangerous truth: the little girl, Catalina, is definitely a Goth. Cassandra doesn’t need a DNA test; she only has to look at the child’s eyes, her hair, her features… It’s like looking at her own baby pictures.

Mortimer passes by on his way to the kitchen, offering a distracted, “Hello, dear.” Cassandra, heart racing, finishes reading the article, her jaw tightening with every sentence. She storms into the kitchen after him, her pulse pounding in her ears.

“Dad,” she says, voice already trembling with anger. Mortimer turns to her, a bit puzzled.

“What is it, Cassandra?” he asks, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Without a word, she throws the magazine at his feet. Nina Caliente’s face and that of her daughter’s, Catalina, stare up at him. He glances down, confusion flickering across his face, and then looks back up at Cassandra, who’s already seething.

“NINA CALIENTE?” Cassandra practically shouts. “How could you do this to us?!”

Mortimer’s face falls. He picks up the tabloid slowly, eyes darting over the headline, then the first few lines of the story. His face pales, the weight of his secret crashing down on him all at once.

“I… I didn’t know,” Mortimer stammers. “I didn’t know Catalina was mine.”

“You didn’t know?” Cassandra echoes, incredulity dripping from her voice. “You slept with Nina Caliente! And this article makes it look like this — this affair has been going on for years! It even suggests that this is why Mom disappeared! You’ve made us look like fools!”

Mortimer, shocked and defensive, shakes his head. “It wasn’t like that. I… It was only once, Cassandra. Only once! I never thought—” He pauses, fumbling with the magazine as he flips through the pages in dismay, reading the fabricated timelines and false claims. The need to sit down is strong, so he turns and leaves the kitchen and takes a seat in the hallway where he reads the article more closely, and notes the resemblance to himself in the toddler's photos.

Cassandra crosses her arms, the initial fury fading into something colder, steadier. She follows him into the hallway and sits next to him, “Once is enough," she starts - her voice tense, "we all know that. And now there’s this… child. And what about child support? Why hasn’t Nina come after you for money? What is that about, Dad? What else are you hiding?”

Mortimer, flustered, stammers out, “I don’t know. I don’t… I have no idea why she hasn’t come after me for anything.”

“No idea?” Cassandra shoots back, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “You really have no clue about how any of this could’ve happened? How you put this family in the middle of a scandal that could ruin us? Or were you just so caught up in being a man that you forgot you have responsibilities?!”

Mortimer’s voice drops. “I’m not above failure, Cassandra. I… I’m human.”

Cassandra feels a fresh surge of anger, bitter and hot, rising in her chest. “Human?” she spits. “Maybe. But you sure as hell aren't acting like a father. Anyone else would have been better than Nina.” With a final sharp glance, she turns and walks away, leaving Mortimer sitting with the the magazine — his moral failures splashed across its glossy pages.

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[crinkled-emotions]

Day 13: "You and me. Now."

Ship: Hangman x OC (Sav)

Take a shot every time I put a character in trouble with their significant other

Team I fuckin hate Christmas in the city people are straight up awful. I'm outta here to hug my dog and see a kangaroo in the bushes

(that sounds like a euphemism)

(I swear it wasn't)

(did anyone else see that photo with Glen wearing glasses?? Send help that was hot)

I've written day 13 and 14, but then I'm heading for 15 and potentially 16 by the end of the day because I am actually leaving the city tomorrow to be with my family for the holiday break!

Savannah was on a mission. Straight through the group of aviators standing at the collection point and into Jake’s arms, reaching up to kiss him. He didn’t even hesitate, brushing his thumb over her hip. They separated and Savannah glanced over her shoulder to watch the others find their families. Shifting slightly she saw Coyote scoop up his daughter when the little girl walked to him. The look of surprise on his face told her it was the first time he’d seen her walk. She felt Jake’s hand on her back and turned back to hug him again.

“You okay?” She murmured. He smiled into her shoulder.

“Happy to be back with you.”

“Nerd,” Savannah snorted, “but I’m glad too.”

“Hey Bagman, we’re going to hang out at Coyote’s once everyone’s had a nap. You down?”

Savannah turned in her husband’s arms, eyebrow raised when Phoenix walked past them. Jake hummed, running a hand down Savannah’s back to check with her.

“What do you think, baby? Wanna go get drunk?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Jake nodded at Phoenix and she grinned.

“See you there.”

“Starts at seven!” Coyote called. Everyone cheered.

-

Savannah didn’t usually go and meet Jake when he got off a carrier in another state, but something told her this one was different. He’d been radio silent until the day before and she’d taken the first flight from Texas to San Diego to see him. By the time they got back to the hotel he was subtly yawning and Savannah felt like she’d been wired for almost twenty-four hours. They took one look at each other and stripped off, collapsing on the bed. Savannah went to set an alarm but Jake stopped her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

“C’mon; let’s just sleep. If we sleep till ten it’s no big deal.”

“What about tomorrow morning?”

“I’ll be starving and I might be in trouble with my CO for missing debrief but at least we’ll be well rested.”

Savannah hummed.

“Let’s not get you into any more trouble than usual. Go to sleep, Seresin.”

Jake flopped on to his back and Savannah sat up beside him. As much as he could pretty much fall asleep anywhere at this point, Savannah hadn’t quite adjusted to the Navy life and sometimes she needed a moment to just be grateful he was back and a-okay save a couple bruises on his chest and back. When Jake rolled on to his side he put a hand on her leg and she squeezed it before reaching for her book. Knowing her, she’d be out before she finished the chapter.

-

Somewhere during the night Savannah found herself separated from Jake and joining Rooster at the bonfire. She didn’t know him all that well, having met and married Jake in the time they weren’t friends, but something told her he was an alright guy.

“Bagman told you, huh?”

“Told me what?”

“Look; I’m really sorry. I already apologised to him, but-“

Savannah frowned. She scooted forward on her seat, flicking Rooster’s knee.

“What are you talking about?”

His eyes widened; he put his beer down and cleared his throat.

“Hangman and I... we stopped being friends years ago but he said something I had no idea he knew about and I flew off the handles.”

Savannah’s head shot up, dread building in her stomach.

“What did he say?”

“It’s not important, I-“

“-what did he say, Bradshaw- wait. Did you punch him?”

“I may have... uh. Yeah, I tried to- I wasn’t thinking... damn, Savannah, I’m sorry.”

“What did he say that was so fucking awful?”

“The man who’s been our commanding officer for this detachment flew with my father... they had an accident when I was two and my dad... didn’t make it. I don’t like it being shared around, y’know, sometimes I tell people and they think I got into the Navy as a nepo baby.”

“I’m confused.”

“Your husband broadcasted it to our squad and I guess I stopped thinking.”

Savannah sucked in a breath. Finally, she stood and took his beer.

“I hope you can go home and tell your wife that. Now excuse me, I have to go deal with mine.”

She stormed off, leaving Rooster with his brows furrowed.

“Hangman... isn’t a... hm.”

He shrugged.

“Hangman the wife. Well, if he wants he will.”

-

“You and me. Now.”

Jake whipped around when he felt Savannah tug at the end of his shirt, frowning when she gestured toward a quieter corner of Javy’s backyard.

“Everything okay, baby?”

“Now, Jake.”

He handed his beer to his best friend, letting his wife lead him away from the group. The first thing she did was gently turn his head from side to side, inspecting his face for any marks or bruises remaining from Rooster’s attempt. Then she put her hands on her hips.

“Tell me what you said to Rooster.”

“Sav...”

“Did you seriously bring up his dad? I know you can be an asshole at work but fuck me, that is straight up awful!”

“Savannah-“

“-did you even think for a fucking second that you could trigger him? Rooster is a ball of anxiety buried under his super cool exterior at the best of times! Why do you think he’s here right now, not halfway back to Virginia Beach? He could be home, with his wife and kids-“

“-he nearly fucking wasn’t!”

Savannah’s lips pressed together, snapped shut in surprise. Jake took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair.

“You didn’t see him during training, Sav. He was getting through the course but he was so slow. If he flew like that in the mission... god, I wasn’t going to be the one to tell Dee. Or his kids.”

Savannah watched him for a moment. Finally, she reached for his hand.

“You were scared.”

“No, I was terrified.”

“Whatever you said to him wasn’t okay, and you know that is not the way to tell him you’re worried about him, but... Jake, look at me.”

As much as he was exasperated, he was also doing his best impression of a kicked puppy.

“I’m glad he’s okay, I’m glad you’re okay, and I’m really glad your face is okay. I kind of like it.”

That made him snort, and he reached for her hand.

“I already told him I was sorry, we talked it out on the transport flight. We’re cool.”

“I can’t believe how fucking bitchy you two can be... c’mere.”

She pushed off her back foot, straight into Jake’s arms. His shoulders relaxed and Savannah gave him a little tap on the back.

“Still mean.”

“I know.”

“Why didn’t you just talk to him?”

“I was scared it wasn’t goin’ to work.”

“Phoenix?”

“Not talking to me.”

“You may have deserved that, honey.”

“Stop bein’ the voice of reason.”

They separated, Jake kissing her nose. Savannah brushed a hand over his cheek, then subtly tilted her head toward the back gate.

“We should... get some sleep.”

“Totally; debrief and then the flight home, we’re gonna be... uh, busy.”

The pair exchanged a look, then took off to make hasty goodbyes.

-

[aajjks]

TPOL!JK

"actually it's going to be one of your favorites," you say before putting on the romantic movie, love 911, one of his favorites with his favorite scene in it. you go to grab your H.A. and a bigger blanket for the two of you to share on the couch while jungkook fixes up some delicious ramyeon. once jungkook is finished, he carefully walks to your place on the couch and hands you your bowl of ramyeon to eat.

as the movie plays, of course jungkook is sneaking glances at you because you're such a pretty human being. how can someone like exist and still allow him in your space despite the things he's said to you. your hair is held up in a claw clip and you're wearing the cookie monster pajama pants with a white cami top while jungkook is in an armani matching pajama set and messy bed hair. it's almost like the two of you planned a date night together and for a moment, that's how it feels like.

you both laugh at the movie, eat the yummy noodles, and eat some cookies too. toward the end of the movie, somehow you end up in jungkook's arms almost half asleep and after you do, as the days pass, you slowly begin working again. the burial was the hardest thing for everyone but you made it after A LOT of crying.

today is the day when you move all of your mother's belongings out of the house for another family to move in and with jungkook, yerin, lola, and ji-ae's help, the moving process was a lot less painful than it could've been if you were alone. it was less tedious too. some of your mother's things were sold or given away to shelters while her jewelry and photo books were back with you in your condo.

yerin was the first to board her flight back to korea and after another week, it was jungkook and ji-ae to go next but before the two left, ji-ae wanted to give you one last hug before she left. as for jungkook, he was a little worried for your well-being and didn't want to go another few years without you in his life. there's no telling when he'll see you again and he doesn't want this to be the last time he'll hold you again.

when you're finished talking and hugging ji-ae, she looks at her soon who looks to be deep in thought. "kookie? do you need me to wait outside?" and jungkook looks at you to make sure it's okay.

"give us a sec, ms. ji-ae?" you ask and she nods before telling jungkook she'll be waiting in the car for him.

"before you say anything, i just want to thank you for being here, jungkook. i really appreciate everything you and your mother have done for me. i’ll never forget it”

Oh, he doesn’t want to leave and how will he be able to tell you that?

“Yn…. I think I’m gonna miss you a lot” he scratches the back of his neck, he doesn’t want to leave, and he was really reluctant to book the flight back to Korea because he just wanted to spend more time with you and your wound is still fresh.

He needs to be there for you, but he doesn’t know how to say it, you and him are not anyone to each other.. you guys are history, but he still cannot let go of you.

“Yn… don’t thank me just listen to me… I-I…” he exhales, frustration is really visible on his face, his eyebrows are furrowed and he is in a dilemma.

“I-I want to be with you…. I cannot leave you here alone… please let me be with you or just come back to Korea.” He says, it’s better to be straightforward because he doesn’t have much time left.

This is like the time when you were going to Switzerland and he tried to stop you, but do you wanna try to stop him because you don’t love him.

And it’s so sad.

“I-I think I’m still in love with you… I-I… Love you. Yn.” He doesn’t waste a second to pull you in for a kiss, his arms wrapped around your waist and he kisses you like it’s the last time he will ever get to do that.

As soon as his lips touch yours, he moans into the kiss because it’s been so long since he got to kiss you and it feels so good and so euphoric. He’s not sure if he’s ready to let go of you.

His hand settle on your hips, and he is holding you so tightly.

You are surprised and you are frozen. if you don’t want him, maybe he’ll just go back to Korea. But right now he just wants to kiss you.

[mcalhenwrites]

Hmm... I managed to get a little bit written today, but I'm struggling a bit with mental health and it's affecting my writing. xD;

I thought a walk would make me feel better, and it did while I was on the walk, for the most part. I lucked out that it turned out to be cloudier than expected while I was out. I got to see a mama duck with her babies and thought of Bee (my OC) and how happy that would've made him. (Also, the babies were not small! They were almost adults, all female and like smaller than mama by just a teensy bit! Too far for good photos, sadly.) But I came home and managed to edit and post ch 64 of Seasons, pushing through all reservations I have about sharing my work. (Again. Just when I think I've got this thing tackled, I'm like, "What if I just focus on finishing the story but I don't shame myself publicly with posting my works all the time?" lol why, brain, why???) I'll get better in a few days. It's just a funk. It's waiting out the funk and trying to distract myself in the meantime. Walk helped, then I tried video games but wanted to do some reading, then I thought I'd do some cleaning... and I got stuck debating on if I want to wait on packing up some of my favorite display stuff until I'm more certain about the date of this move? Anyway, I stripped my pegboard of all but the "big three" aka Xillia (guess my OT3), FFXV (okay, ignoct), and STRELITZIA (KH I guess)

Me: wow I love KH *has two SoRiKai charms, a Ven charm that shows his BBS armor on the other side, and the rest is all fucking KHUX related* (Thanks, Yume, for giving me about 70% of the Xillia charms I own <3 And thanks everyone who gifted me a lot of the other stuff over the years. I love it so much. This pegboard is a happy space for me!) I'm tempted to take down my crocheted button displays to wash them (they're so dusty) and they're also mainly Xillia, with some ignoct, and uh... various stuff, I only have one Strelitzia and Lauriam button and a Sora pin from KH.

I will say I got to see some really nice insects (warning for images below) on my walk? Haha, it was truly a Bee day ;) (Now I wanna draw him in a flower...)

Oh god, this just made me realize... Like... Vivian and Graham had these Seasonal kids, and those kids have tastes very in tune with their seasons and birth conditions. They really passed on the ability to really go all out with nursery decorations and shit like that. Like having flower-shaped blankets for baby Bee to crawl on, one in a pumpkin shape for Howie... a snowflake one for El... They had so many opportunities to just go "yeah it's like a holiday but for our children" and make those childhoods so much fun?! (And honestly, like holidays, childhoods end. It's better that way. Precious, passing memories, and none of this "trying to maintain this human nuclear family that doesn't let the kids express themselves" bullshit.) Anyhow. Yeah. I'm rambling. ^^

[simthorium]

A few hours after Sadé returned to the blanket fort, she was awoken by the loud thumping sound around her. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, looking around to see Amber and Taylor were waking up too. “What’s going on?” Taylor asked, yawning. “Ouch!” She looked up into the hole in the blanket fort (the “skylight” as their grandpa had put it when he built the thing), to see tiny white pellets falling from the sky.

“HAIL!” Amber shouted, hopping off her bed. Taylor and Sadé followed suit, all the girls covering their heads and necks as they rushed out of the blanket fort, only to be pelted with more tiny little ice drops. “Quick, let’s get inside!” Taylor yelled.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch!” Sadé exclaimed. “I knew sleeping outside was a bad idea!” “It was your idea!” Taylor said, grabbing her little sister’s hand and pulling her toward the house. “Come on, hurry!”

The girls headed inside, chests heaving from the excitement and running. They quietly headed upstairs, not wanting to wake their grandparents in the middle of the night. They got to the upstairs bedroom, previously Penelope’s when she was a child. It had now been converted to a guest bedroom for them, complete with three beds. The girls quickly got into the beds, exhausted from the brief chaos outside.

Later that morning, the girls got dressed and came downstairs. Rae raised an eyebrow as her granddaughter’s descended down the stairs. “Morning grandma,” Taylor said as she and the others hopped up on the barstools. “Morning,” said Rae. “Did you three decide to sleep inside last night.” “Yeah,” said Amber coolly. “We had to run inside because of the hail.” “Hail!?” Rae exclaimed. “Are you ok? Why didn’t you wake me and grandpa?” “We didn’t want to disturb you,” Sadé said with a shrug.

“Girls!” Rae exclaimed, finishing up the pancakes she was making and placing plates out on the table. “You know you can come to us for anything. Especially if you’re getting hailed on in the middle of the night.” “What the hail?” Nathan asked jokingly as he arrived downstairs. Rae narrowed her eyes at him. “Wait, you’re not kidding? Girls, grandma is right! You should’ve let us know so we could make sure you’re safe!”

“We had it handled!” Taylor said, digging into her pancakes. “We woke up and ran really fast inside, then slept the rest of the night in the bedroom.” “Taylor let me have the top bunk!” Sadé exclaimed. “As long as you’re ok,” said Nathan. “That’s all we want for you, you know?” “We know,” the girls said in unison.

Before it was time to leave, the girls made sure to take a photo with their grandparents that they would have forever.

“It was so much fun having you three spend the weekend with us,” Rae said, hugging Taylor tightly. “You’re always welcome back, anytime!” Nathan said, hugging Sadé and Amber at the same time. “You three are truly the best.” “Thanks grandma and grandpa,” Taylor said with a smile. “We learned from the best!” said Sadé. “And we wanna come back soon!” Amber added.

After their parents had come picked them up, Nathan and Rae sat in silence in their living room, cuddled up as always. “We really do have the cutest family,” Rae said, patting her husband’s hand. “We do,” he agreed. “We really are so lucky.”

[fatopiaplus]

Chadwick Horsley

Wanna see a real arrogant jerk?? Well, there he is. Me. Yeah. That's right. Young, immature, a real ass. I was a really intolerant guy. I hated everyone that didn't fit my narrow views. Gays, Jews, Blacks, Hispanics, Indians, the handicapped and especially those fat people. Yeah. I hated fat people most of all. I was poking fun of a fat chick when I walked out in front of a bus. Yep. A bus. Oh, that's gonna leave a mark! Well, the bus cracked open my head and messed up my hypothalamus. In case you didn't know, it's the little part of the brain that controls appetite regulation. Yep. Old Chet doesn't know when his tummy's full anymore. Trying to correct it, but looks like I'm gonna be one of those fat people. I was 159 pounds here.

Ok, well the doctor put me on these pills that would fill my stomach up and make it uncomfortable for me to eat more, and me, being the arrogant jackass I was, decided that MANLY WILLPOWER alone would get me by until I could get over this thing. Wasn't smart. Six months after the accident, I'd gained up to 228 pounds. Okay, so I started taking the pills ... after I ate. I didn't follow the directions. I didn't measure my meals and I didn't follow the diet as prescribed. Stupid son of a jackass ....

Well, after another nine months, I was 427 pounds. I didn't know how to do much of anything for myself. I couldn't get my great big gut in my pants and nothing fit right. I went back to the doc, humbled and much embarrassed, and went on a special diet that was ultra low calorie. Not only that, but a hospice nurse came to help me get used to life as a porker. And guess who it was? The fat chick I'd been makin' fun of when I'd swan-dived in front of that bus. Man, talk about just desserts! I had it coming, for sure, because I was fatter than she was. I waited for her to lay into me, but she didn't. She helped me find clothes to fit, helped me with my hygene and helped me with getting used to my size.

Over the months, I continued to gain weight, but not nearly as fast as I had before, thanks to Jesse. She made my meals for me and once I'd finished the portion, I stopped. Occasionally, I cheated, and that's when I picked up pounds. I've learned a lot from her and learned a lot about her. I was a real jerk. I didn't know ... I didn't know that she'd lost both her husband and her daughter tragically. She's a real saint, to be so kind to me after all I'd done to her. Funny thing is, on something she called Sadie Hawkins Day, February 29th, she asked me to marry her. Me? Marry her? I wasn't sure. I was afraid. I'd already ballooned up another ninety pounds, pushing 520 and I was only gonna get fatter. Jesse assured me that she didn't mind. Strengthened by her courage and sweetness, I agreed. This was a time where I was going from extreme self-consciousness to accepting of my weight, so there's not much in the way of photos I let myself be in.

Jess and I got married and got to work on a family right away, before I got too big to be of any use in that department.  In four years, God blessed us with five wonderful tykes, Calypso, Selene, Ashton, Chet and Jessica. My weight is up to 650 and I've got an implant in my brain and stomach that tells me, artificially, when I'm full. I'm not going to get skinny again. I don't think I could if I wanted to anyhow. Being like this has made me a far better man than I'd ever been. I'm happy being big fat Dad rather than being Chad the Cad.

[oxycodoneofficial]

Chapter 1

    Heyyyy thanks for reading this if ur here from my tik tok :)) I took a part from the middle of this story and posted it so its not gonna get that intense immediately and the first chapter is a bit of a slow burn but it gives some important exposition :)

      “Will I see you again?” I asked. He looked at me and sighed.

      “Honestly dude, you’re really cool and all but I really owe it to her to work things out. We can still be friends though,” If I’ve heard that once, I’ve heard it a million times. It’s incredibly common that a guy will have such a horrible breakup that he realizes he’s actually attracted to guys, go on Grindr and have a hookup, and then get scared and run away when they realize they actually liked it. I’ve gotten used to it at this point.

     “Well, when that doesn’t work and you wanna link again,” I got out of the car and leaned on the door. “You know how to find me,” I said before closing the door behind me. 

     When I walked into the house, I was greeted by the sweet smell of Quentin’s mother’s favorite Italian meal, spaghetti. His mom was so happy when I moved in because she finally had another person in the house who liked spaghetti, justifying her to make it more. I couldn’t help but smile thinking about it. 

     “Ty? Is that you?” Q’s mom called from the kitchen.

     “Yeah it’s me!”

     “Oh good, you’re just in time!” She walked into the foyer to greet me with a hug. “Go grab Q and Avery, I just finished dinner.” 

     “Got it, be right back,”

     “You reek of weed by the way!” She called after me. I laughed as I ran up their beautiful spiral staircase. It was surprising she could even pick that out because it smelled like a fucking dispensary upstairs. I looked at all the family pictures on the wall as I walked towards the bedrooms. Pictures of Q and Avery as they grew up filled up the frames, along with family pets they’ve had, cousins, and recently they’ve added me into the family photos.

     “Hey Aves, dinner’s ready,” I knocked on the door to Avery’s room before I opened it. 

     “Ty!” She squealed and ran up to hug me. God I loved that kid. I picked her up in the air and spun her around in a circle. Her laugh was so sweet, I’d do just about anything to hear it. I threw her up in the air and caught her again, making exaggerated grunting noises so she’d think she was getting to big for me to pick up anymore, but she wasn’t.

     “How was school, kiddo?”

     “Good.” She stated matter-of-factly. “Did you know that the pilgrims and the Indians weren’t actually friends and that the pilgrims actually stole the land from the Native Americans?” I guess they’re correcting the curriculum earlier these days.

     “I did know that. Did you know that you were actually a leprechaun when you were born, but your brother and I did some special magic trick to turn you into a little girl?” Avery was almost at the age where you couldn’t fuck with her anymore because she’d see right through it, but she was still just a little bit too naïve.  

     “No way! Mom has pictures of me when I was a little baby!” She protested. 

     “Yeah well mom actually stole those pictures off the Internet,”

     “Did not!”

     “She totally did! I’ll ask Q right now,” I knocked on his door. “Ayo Q, didn’t we help mom find those pictures online so that we’d have baby pictures of Avery? After we turned her into a little girl?” I heard him snicker through the door and a few moments later, out in the hall he was. 

     “Oh yeah, mom had us go on a hunt to make sure it was completely untraceable and you’d never know unless you were told.” He concurred, glancing over at me humorously. 

     “Well why didn’t mom tell me?” Avery paused and crossed her arms. That’s the thing about her, all you had to do was double down and she’d believe you eventually. 

     “Because Aves, she doesn’t want you to know. She was gonna wait until you were older but I think you’re big enough to handle it now. You don’t remember being a leprechaun?”

     “No I don’t because I wasn’t a leprechaun!” She yelled and ran towards the stairs. 

     “Where do you come up with these stories?” Q asked and walked back into his room, motioning for me to follow. He grabbed his bowl and sat on the bed.

     “Oh dude I just straight up make them up on the spot. No thought process,” I sat next to him and leaned back onto the bed. I heard the spark of his lighter and the smell of freshly lit weed hit my nose. I couldn’t help but smile then too. 

     “Here go,” He said holding his breath and handing me the bowl, before coughing out the smoke from his lungs. I accepted the bowl, sat back up, and grabbed the lighter from his lap. 

     “How’d it go?” I shrugged while packing the weed tighter into the bowl.

     “He said he owed it to some girl to work things out,” I put the bowl to my mouth and lit it. I hadn’t smoked all day so this hit was going to be amazing. I handed the bowl back to Q and laid back down while exhaling.

     “Oh so he’s scared of being gay,” He said, standing up and placed the bowl back on his nightstand. I reached out my hand and he grabbed it and pulled me off the bed onto my feet.

     “Yeah basically,”

     “Quentin, Ty! Come on dinner’s gonna get cold!” Q’s mom yelled.

     “We’re right here, mom.” Q laughed and we sat down at the dinner table. 

      “Well you were taking forever and I was in the kitchen,” She placed our plates in front of Q, Avery, and I and sat down. “Dad’s busy at work tonight so he’s not gonna be joining us but he won’t be home too late. And speaking of fathers, Ty I spoke to your dad and he is still refusing to give up his rights. He swears up and down that when he gets out of rehab he’s gonna try to fix everything.” Oh I’m sure he does swear that. Just like he swore that the past 4 times he went to rehab. 

      “Oh, yeah like I’ve never heard that one before.”

      “That’s what I told him and I got my head bit off for it. But I promise you honey, we’re not gonna stop fighting for you. We’re still your legal guardians, and we absolutely will adopt you. John’s been talking to his lawyer friend and we are gonna take this to court.” I wish my mother could have met Q’s mother. I really think they would’ve been friends. Sometimes I like to think that I became friends with Q after my mom died because she knew his family would love me and take care of me, and she knew that’s what I needed.

     “Thanks mom. I appreciate that,” We spent the next hour talking about our days. Avery retold her Thanksgiving story again, and Q and I defended that we do our homework and that our teachers just don’t put the grades in when we and his mom both know it’s not true. Having dinner with Q’s family was always my favorite part of my day.

     We helped his mom clean up the dining room and the kitchen when we finished the fire ass spaghetti that she made, and headed back to our room that Q and I share. When I first moved in, we had originally slept in the same bed but after a while of two teenage boys sleeping in a twin size bed, it just didn’t work anymore so his mom got me my own bed. I walked over to said bed, and immediately fell onto it. 

     Under my pillow was a small stash of pills that I had collected from my friends’ houses. Not enough for them to ever notice it were missing, just one pill here and there from different bottles. I quietly grabbed it and pulled out one of the pills, which I assumed to be Percocet. I looked around to make sure Q wasn’t paying attention to me, and I popped it in my mouth and swallowed.

     In a dissociative state waiting for the pill to kick in, I stared at my ceiling. I watched the swirls of the popcorn ceiling dance in my peripherals and I felt the walls breathe with me. I was pulled out of this state, however, when I got a phone call.

     “Hey Mitch,”

     “You doing anything tonight?” He asked, which meant he wanted me to come over and hookup with him.

     “I just got home from hanging out with someone so I don’t think you really wanna deal with all that,”

     “Fuck dude my parents left for the night. I wanted to see you,”

     “Well it���s not like they don’t leave like once a week. And did you wanna see me? Or did you wanna see this ass?”

     “Hey we do share a bedroom, dude!” Q complained from across the room, and I threw one of my pillows at him.

      “What if I wanted to see both?” He cooed. Cringe. He and I both know he just wants to get off but I enjoy his company so I usually do stay with him. It’s just I don’t wanna clean myself all up again tonight.

     “You’ll see me at school tomorrow. Maybe we can work something out there. I gotta go though, before Q vomits over there,” I joked and my consequence was that, was the pillow from earlier thrown back at my face. Well played, Q. Mitch and I chatted for a couple more minutes before actually hanging up.

[heymrstargazer]

the family photo 👀 or colin/ross and/or andreil snuggling

i havent drawn them together in a while i needed it <3