#i will happily share more snippets

[luveline]

Ahh I’m so obsessed with stripper!reader and Spencer!! Do you have any more thoughts about them you’d be willing to share, maybe just a snippet of their life together? So so in love with them and your writing in general

i got a different request for them that I lost about reader struggling to afford essentials and so I thought I’d combine them, I hope that’s ok!! <;3 fem, 1.1k

cw food insecurity/ poverty 

You attempt to save money, but the ten dollars you don't spend on shampoo and conditioner gets used on painkillers. You hide fifty dollars in a book and try to forget about it, but your shoes split open on the walk to work, and it takes all afternoon to find it again. You try so hard to stretch your paycheck and something new makes it impossible. 

So it's a cold night in late December and you spent all your money for food on the gas bill. Your stomach hurts, but at least your nose isn't that horrible stiff cold that distracts. 

It's not just that your stomach hurts, though. You feel miserable about everything, and you know you need to ask someone for help. You've thought about selling something, but you already pawned your watch, and everything else is inconsequential. 

I could sell my phone… but how would I talk to Spencer? 

It's the stupidest thought you could've had. More importantly, how would you communicate with work? How would you call your electric and gas company, or talk to your landlord? 

Spencer would be so sad if he knew you’d sold your phone to pay for food. He’d probably be upset knowing you considered it. And you won’t get paid for another three days, so unless you can somehow live off of olives and cherries from the club bar, you have to ask Spencer for money or get a loan. With your credit score, one situation is more likely than the other. 

You bring your phone across the pillow and sigh before clicking on his contact. He’s practically the only number you call. 

“Hello?” you ask. 

“Hi, Y/N.” 

“Hello, handsome,” you murmur, staging an affect of someone who couldn’t be more unbothered by the world. 

“Yeah, hi. You okay?” 

You don’t want to butter him up. It feels dishonest. You should be straight forward. “Spencer. You know I hate asking you for things.” 

“Yes, it’s the only bad thing about you.” He sounds like he’s smiling. You can imagine him on his couch reading something obscure, or watching one of his sci-fi shows, curls in his eyes, grey pyjamas too short for him riding up his calves as they tend to do.

“But I need– um. I don’t have any money?” You don’t mean to phrase it like a question. “Like. Okay, so, I promise you I am not an irresponsible person, just, my gas bill went up and I didn’t know, but it’s so cold I paid it anyways, and now I have three dollars. Um. Total. And I haven’t eaten all day and I’m sorry I’m asking, but I just need like twenty dollars until I get paid on Tuesday. Could you let me borrow twenty dollars, please?” 

“Do you want to get takeout?” 

You cringe. “No, like, twenty dollars for groceries, Spence.” 

“No, I understood. That’s fine, I’ll happily give you twenty dollars. But you said you haven’t eaten today? And I miss you, so it’s an excuse?” Now he’s the one making questions out of statements. “I can get us Thai food.” 

Your stomach pangs at the thought. No matter how much you hate this, you know he loves you enough to want to bring you dinner, and you really will pay him back, so he might as well. “Yeah, please. I’d love to see you, Dr. Reid.”

“I’ll be quick,” he promises. 

He isn’t. You wonder if he’s forgotten you and your rumbling stomach, curled into a c-shape under the sheets. It’s warm, at least, nearly too warm, the blade of your hunger threatening to drive you mad. It’s not a nice feeling, depending on the kindness of a friend to see you through, nor is it very pleasant to be this hungry. You’ve gone hungry a hundred times, and this is the only time you’ve ever had someone you trusted enough to turn to during that time to ask for help. What if Spencer’s decided he isn’t comfortable with your lending after all and he doesn’t come over tonight? 

You’d been looking forward to seeing him again. It’s almost worse than the hunger. 

Just as you’re thinking he’s decided he doesn’t want to be your friend anymore, he lets himself in. 

Your apartment is small, consisting of three rooms. The bedroom, the bathroom, and the living room kitchen combination. He lets himself into the living room with a cacophony of rustling and a called, “Hello!” followed soon by a muttered swear. 

You laugh under your breath.

“Are you coming out here, or do you want to eat dinner in bed?” he asks. 

“I haven’t decided yet.” 

It’s quiet enough besides his arrival that you’ve no need to shout.

“Well, stay there if you want. Have you been drinking anything? I brought iced tea and some stuff for you to have breakfast tomorrow.”

“Thank you.” You force yourself to sit up. One moment you’re looking at the closed door and the next you’re squinting against the light of the kitchen, Spencer in the doorway like a silhouette against it. “Hey, Spence. You’re taller than last time.” 

“I’m the same size as always.”

“You’re still wearing your shoes. That must be it.” 

Spencer takes off his shoes and crosses the short distance to you. “Hi,” he says, taking your hand as he sits down. His fingers are freezing. “Sorry I took a while.”

“Sorry for asking you for money.” 

“It’s okay. It’s not something to worry about. Everyone has to ask a favour sometime.” 

His hair is wind blown, his eyes watery. The cold weather has nipped his pert nose a rosy pink and he’s smiling at you with chapped lips, unaware of or uncaring about his own circumstances in the face of yours. “You okay?” he asks, his pretty brown eyes narrowing, eyebrows pinching together at the starts. “You can’t just not eat all day and not tell me.”

You nod tightly. It’s humiliating to be in this position. 

He softens. “Did they tell you the rate was rising? It’s illegal in Virginia–”

You take your hand from his. “They sent me a letter I didn’t open. I knew it would be bad news.” 

Spencer looks down at your knees. “I know that you’re used to doing things by yourself, but you don’t have to anymore.”

“‘Cos you look after me,” you say quietly. 

“I’m trying to.” 

You laugh and jog your joined hands to make him look up. “Okay. Look after me some more then and give me a hug. I’m too warm, and you’re freezing.” 

He hugs you tightly, quick to rub your shoulder blade with his thumb. “Stay here, okay? I’ll bring you a plate.” 

You cling to him for a few seconds, until hunger wins, and you send him off into the kitchen again. 

[seoulmatez]

— 𝓁𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓎 ౨ৎ

suo hayato x reader ﾉ 957 wc. ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ reader works at a cafe ﾉ suo is a flirty fella~

my first time writing for the fandom! if u don't have anything nice to say, don't say it at all :3

the bell above the door rings, but you don’t stop wiping down the table or turn around to greet your customer. without seeing him, without hearing him, you already know who it is. no one else would feel so comfortable walking in so near to closing time.

“ah~ i’m not too late, am i?” suo’s voice rings through the air of the cafe, calm and curious. you can hear the soft smile in it.

when you turn around, he’s already made himself comfortable at his regular spot—a stool off the end of the counter where you take orders. the white changshan he dons is pristine and it makes the yellow of his hanging earrings seem even brighter than usual. his head is tilted to the side as he waits for a response or a greeting, 

your eyes flit up to the clock on the wall. “seven minutes later and the door would have been locked.”

“lucky me!” he closes his visible eye and happily waves his hands. it doesn’t seem as though he minds being one of the customers you would usually complain to him about. maybe it’s because he knows you’d make an exception for him—not that you’ve ever told him so, though, he’s claimed on multiple occasions that you’re easy for him to read. perhaps he’s caught on to your thinly veiled fondness of him.

“what kept you?” you ask, lifting up the countertop to step behind it. you toss the rag you had just been using into the sink before turning on the water to wash your hands. your skin prickles as you do so and you know it’s because the man’s auburn gaze is glued to your back. “you’re usually in here a little earlier.”

“something held me up,” he tells you as you dry your hands. you raise your eyebrows in an attempt to prod him for more information. but you’re only met with a smile and the vague addition of, “nothing important.”

you’ve got an idea of what he was up to but, just like suo, you choose not to say it. his unwillingness to share used to come across as secretive but when you began to learn more about him through snippets of the conversations of your regulars, you gained a better understanding of his avoidance of certain topics. that privacy he so often exercises is really a shield to protect you from the not-so-pretty parts of his world.

maybe he truly is the gentleman seemingly everyone regards him as.

you clear your throat in hopes of changing the subject. “anything you’re craving today?”

he hums in thought, tapping his chin as though he’s deeply considering all of his options. you have to bite back a smile because, other than the fact that your selection is incredibly limited due to the time, you and he both know he already has an answer in mind. as if he had just settled on it, suo meets your eye. “have any tea cakes left?”

“they sold out this morning.”

he lets out an exaggerated, disappointed sigh before poking his bottom lip out in a pout. “how unfortunate.”

his theatrical show is enough to make you roll your eyes but it doesn’t stop you from turning around to grab the box you had set aside once you finished baking this morning. in addition to being suo’s favorite, the tea cakes he requested are a best seller at the bakery. you had a feeling they’d be gone before he got the chance to get some for himself. so, you thought ahead and separated a few from the batch just for him.

you carefully slide the box in front of him. “i saved some for you.”

“ i really am lucky.” he smiles, teeth and all. you’ve always thought that it’s a good thing he’s so happy—otherwise, you wouldn’t get to see his smile as often as you do. now that you’ve seen it, you can’t imagine going a day without the sight. soon enough, his teeth are hidden behind lips that curl up at the corners. “you must be an angel put on earth just for me.”

“relax,” you breathe out a nervous laugh, “i wouldn’t go that far.”

his honeyed words leave you feeling a little embarrassed. all you did was set some treats aside for him… so why are the tips of your ears growing warm and your fingers restlessly fiddling with the hem of your apron?

there’s a hint of humor—entertainment, actually—in suo’s voice when he asks, “how much do i owe you?”

you shake your head. “don’t worry about it. it’s on the house.”

“wow, if you’re any nicer to me, i might start thinking you have a crush or something.”

“what?!” you don’t mean to raise your voice but the accusation isn’t something you can glide past so easily. where on earth did he get that idea? does saving a regular one of their favorites equate to having feelings for them all of a sudden? despite the answer, you rush to explain away the misunderstanding. “i don’t! i-i just—it was a slow night so i already counted the register.”

suo nods along to your excuse, but you don’t miss the way his lips quiver as though he’s one second away from bursting out in laughter. it puts a frown on your face. “i’m serious!”

“no, no,” he waves his hands in surrender but his grin doesn’t budge, “i believe you. it’s just that you’re so adamant.”

“because i don’t like you,” you tell him. “not like that.”

he nods again but it’s accompanied by a sigh this time. “well, that’s too bad. if someone as cute as you had a crush on me, i’d be the luckiest guy in the world.”

thanks for reading! reblogs are greatly appreciated if u enjoyed <3

[wisheslost]

The white-eye warbles, the camellia blooms.

As a writer of Yae Publishing House, you have to visit the shrine for work purposes quite often— and it is on these shrine visits that you came to be even more acquainted with the yashiro commissioner, of whom you were previously known to only as that writer he had bumped into at the Irodori festival, in his sister's words; the most cliché way possible.

cw : mutual pining, friends/strangers to lovers, fluff, reader gets screamed at but its fine its not by ayato, no use of y/n, reader is technically an oc but is never referred to with a name. pls lmk if I should add more!

a/n : ive been meaning to post this but i kept stalling😭 sorry

wc : 5.4k

Kamisato Ayato is a smart man. The revered head of the Kamisato clan knows all there is to know about what's going on amidst the different commissions in Inazuma, but not a single clue does he have about the feelings you harbour for him, and who knows when he will?

You seldom had the opportunity to go to the shrine, and so, everytime you came down from the shrine, everytime you hurriedly made your way through Chinju forest, you did with the same intention in mind— to see Ayato. It didn't matter if he didn't notice you, just a glimpse of his face made your day better.

One of these very days, Ayato saw you pass, and much to your surprise, invited you in to have tea. In an attempt to be polite, and since you were done with work at the time, you accepted his sweet offer.

And so it continued — each time someone of the estate saw you passing by, they'd invite you in and offer you tea, while you tried your best to decline most of the time, sometimes it was just… not doable. Convincing Thoma was a hard job, but to persuade Miss Furuta to let you go was even more difficult. 

Now, Ayato wasn't always there, sometimes he was out for a meeting or was doing work in his chamber ( the same chamber you found yourself too unimportant to enter, the chamber that felt almost suffocating to you the one time you went in there. ) but even when he was, if he heard of you having came, he'd offer you to tea with the condition that you had to wait till his work was done. You loved his company, so who were you to deny it?

And perhaps that love you had for the time you spent with him turned into the love you had for him. 

You two weren't strangers. No, not at all. You bumped into each other during last year's Irodori festival, and in the most clichesque way ever, all your documents had fallen down, and being the gentleman he was, Ayato helped you pick them up ( obviously !).

Ayato found himself writing you a letter ever so often, and your reply to it that laid there among his official documents was the last to be opened of the day—but not the least, no, it was a way for him to conclude his day positively, or so he had told you. And as you two grew closer, you only found it easier to share your work with him, snippets of something you wrote that you were somewhat proud of , but that didn't make it into the published version of the story, a verse from a poem you gave up on writing, anything you thought he would like— you sent him, and eagerly waited for his reply. 

You'd read him some of your poetry time to time— each time you came by his castle of a house, and each time he simply stared at you until you finished, and would then ask you why you used a certain metaphor to describe a certain thing, to which you'd happily answer, or commend you for having thought of something in such a different way, and at the end, he'd pass a rather funny comment, even if unintentionally, such as one like "I want this framed on my wall." to which you could do nothing but laugh, while he simply gazed at the beauty the sky harboured, seemingly deep in thought. Why he always did that, you did not know, and you could only wonder, what exactly did he think of each time?

Is showing your unpublished work to someone outside the Yae Publishing House breach of contract? No... Well, not exactly. You had agreed to abstaining from showing anyone anything that has to do with your unpublished literary pieces, but you knew the publishing house wasn't ever going to publish the poems you wrote on your own. They would say things like the topic's too vague, the metaphors don't make sense, and that the writing didn't flow, whatever that meant. So, what you wrote for the publishing house was what they demanded from you— quite different than what you actually wrote. Alas, they don’t understand your words when they're not catered to them. But it's fine, Ayato did, and what more could you ask for? 

Actually, if given the chance, you would definitely ask for something more.

Kamisato Ayato understood social cues quite well, or atleast one would think he would, as that was a big part of his duty. So why he couldn't comprehend your feelings for him, was a mystery to you. But I guess understanding if someone likes you or not isn't really something listed in the skillset a Yashiro commissioner requires. 

Now, what he could and couldn't understand was not your problem, and would no longer be, not after you confess your feelings to him. You figured it would be easier to do if you just played it out like one of your usual interactions, and so you wrote a poem. A poem you'd innocently read out to him one of those days you happen to stumble upon his house, and with it, he'd finally understand. Finally understand you liked him. 

Something else popped up. A question much unappreciated. The worst outcome possible. “But what if he didn't like you back?” Well the poem isn't even for him then! It's from the point of view of one of my original characters— yes, that excuse is good enough.

But then the day finally arrived, you were finally there, sitting in Kamisato Estate's courtyard eagerly waiting for Ayato to be done with his meeting that had started just as you came, it was not often Ayato had meetings in his chamber, so it seems you just happened to have bad luck today. Sitting on the cushion, waiting for Ayato to be done, you found yourself making multiple revisions to that poem of yours, and in the middle of that, you were suddenly reminded of the meeting at Yae Publishing House you had this evening, but the thought soon slipped your mind as you thought of another line for the poem.

He had promised it would not take too long, but one hour had gone by just like that, and before you knew it, you were barely keeping awake, you couldn't help it, running on 2 hours of sleep from having worked all night, your mind was starting to shut down. Resting your head on the table was probably the first mistake you made that day— but one could argue there were plenty other mistakes made before that, such as not having slept in the first place. 

You usually came to meet Ayato around the evening, not only because his workload was lighter that time of the day but also because the publishing house's important meetings and discussions of the sort were held most often, if not all the time, early in the day. And that was precisely why you had forgotten about that meeting you had this evening. Was it the two hours of sleep or the anxiety from the whole confession thing? whatever it was, it was just making your day harder and harder.

It had been an hour and a half since you arrived at Kamisato Estate, the hour spent waiting and scribbling, and the half spent peacefully sleeping as no one bothered to wake you up. It wasn't that the staff of the estate couldn't care less about you, in fact, everyone around noticed you having succumbed to slumber. But who dare to awaken you, Clan Head's possible significant other?

It's true that Ayato was unbeknownst to your feelings towards him, but those at Kamisato Estate weren't. It was easy to tell you had a thing for him, much too obvious that every time you saw him in the eye your heart skipped a beat, and practically every one of the estate's staff thought you two were together, and just trying to hide it. To them, the way you looked at Ayato, was the way he looked at you. His, a loving gaze that never lets go of your frame, and a soul that so desperately wants to tell the whole world how much he loves you(— but hell, he couldn't even fathom telling you) and Yours, a stare that quickly tries to focus on something else when noticed by him, a heart too heavy with emotions— emotions that cannot find their way through speech, and are expressed only through words. 

And that serene and loving gaze was the first thing you saw being woken up, because in that whole house, no one except Clan Head himself would have the courage to wake you up. 

It's not until Ayato's voice echoes in your ears accompanied by the faint pitter-patter of the rain that you realise your noses are barely inches away from touching as he knelt down to your level.

“Oh, my writer, it seems you've slept most wonderfully in my absence, and on Thoma's jacket, huh?” his tone had a bit of sneer in it, as if he was jealous of the fact you had used Thoma's jacket as a pillow. And there was that— “my writer”, it stemmed from an inside joke, wherein once when he was transcribing a poem you wrote, you called him ‘my personal calligrapher’ which warranted the “That would make you my writer, hm?” and you knew it was a joke but goodness, he called you that only when people weren't around, and the way he said it everytime, Oh Archons!

But wait— You weren't supposed to be swooning over Ayato right now! You should be at the publishing house, attending that meeting— and so you rose up frantically to leave, apologies leaving your mouth rapidly,

“Lord Commissioner, I'm so sorry but I must go, I had an important work thing and I- I'm sorry! I should hav-'' and that is when you get cut off by Ayato's forefinger upon your lips, if that was an attempt to shush you- it worked. “Just go. I understand.” he said, and the reassurance in his voice and the slight smile on his face brought you right back to your senses.

And so you hurriedly put on your shoes to make a run for it, uttering one final ‘sorry’ to him, much to his dismay. And as you made it out the door of the estate, you heard Ayato's voice calling to you- “Take an umbrella!” to which you could only respond— “I'll be fine! The rain's not that bad!” because right now, saving face at the publishing house was far more important than a few drops on your clothes. 

Except it wasn't a few drops, you had greatly underestimated the power of the Hydro Archon, because by the time you reached the doors of the publishing house, you were completely wet from head to toe— and saving face was no longer present in your dictionary. In fact, you never even wanted to show your face again- and god, how many and who even were the people attending that meeting? because you were going to embarrass yourself in front of all of them right now.

The second you entered that room where the meeting was going on, as if your bad luck wasn't bad enough, you saw a figure too striking, bright pink hair.. fox ears.. and those eyes, those eyes that didn't take even a full two seconds to notice your presence and announce it to the whole room.

“Oh, look who's here! did the Yashiro Commission- er, reject you, my dear? or did you finally realise where your priorities should lie?” and right after she had said that, you could feel that theories about you and the commissioner had already began floating in the air of that room— whispers of a mixture of words like yashiro commissioner, head of the kamisato clan could be heard, and among them was that name a bit too familiar- Kamisato Ayato. How she knew about your yashiro commission shenanigans, you had no idea, but you weren't about to question her— Guuji Yae was no god, but people were convinced she definitely was omniscient, the way she never lacked information about the people she worked with. 

You could swear on your life that the stutter after the words ‘yashiro commission’ was done on purpose, and you'd live. What she was trying to imply wasn't too obvious, in fact, the way she said it, it could easily be interpreted as something entirely different— but what was also true, only it wasn't something you were comfortable with everyone in that room knowing. You couldn't manage to respond to that, ‘tleast not in a way that would allow you to keep your job. And so Guuji Yae's lips spoke again, this time out of pity for you. 

“But hey, better late than never.” she said, gesturing for you to come sit next to her. 

And so the meeting went on like normal. You were trembling terribly from the cold, dripping wet still but there wasn't anything you could do about it, and as the guy sitting next to you took notice of that and offered you his jacket, you could feel watchful eyes throughout the room landing upon you two, waiting for your response. With the amount of writers present in this room, you knew this interaction was making its way into a light novel soon. Thinking of a response was hard, accepting it would give birth to more conspiracies, but not accepting it would blatantly prove Guuji Yae's previous comment about the yashiro commissioner right. And before you could think of a response to that awfully nice gesture, you were snapped out of your thoughts by your editor, who was currently explaining something on a whiteboard, something you failed to understand because of the preoccupations your mind currently had. “(Name), are you even paying attention !?” were his words, and as if enough people weren't already staring at you, now the whole room was. A nervously spoken ‘sorry’ was all you could let out, and it wasn't even a proper answer to his question. 

The meeting dragged on for another 15 minutes— 15 dreadful, cold minutes. And when it was finally over and people were getting out of their seats and as if your luck wasn't already the worst, it only got worse-r as your editor called out to you right as you got up, “Not you. I still have to talk to you.”  Did he not see you shivering? Looking like a sopping wet cat? Did he not have an ounce of sympathy? 

As everyone else exited the room, you were forced to sit until who knows when. Guuji Yae was the last to leave, and before she stepped out the room, she called the editor over to speak to him, uttering something along the lines of what you thought was “Go easy on the poor thing, ok?” and was that poor thing in question you? most likely, yes. And good for that— he shouldn't think to disobey the owner of this whole establishment right? 

But he did. Or atleast, the words that followed after she left did not seem like him ‘going easy on you’ at all. 

The way he had his arms on the desk, the way his figure loomed over yours, that expression on his face… oh, you were about to be scolded big time.

“You, tell me. What exactly is your problem?” 

“I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again, I apologise.” You couldn't even make eye contact with him as you spoke, and while your attempt at an apology was well delivered, it was terribly timed. 

“If you were so fucking sorry as you claim to be, tell me, what the hell has been bothering you so damn much to arrive late to an important meeting when i had reminded you so many times the previous day!?” 

Oh. That was a first— never before had you heard him swear like this, and you're pretty sure it probably falls under top 10 things you shouldn't do if you don't want to lose your job, but who were you to say? your job was being held together by a single thread made of miracles. 

“I'm really sorry sir, it was just something personal- I can guarantee you, it won't ever happen again.” Ah yes, the infamous personal issue: the inability to manage a schedule.

“Did someone pass away?”

“..No.”

“Someone fall gravely ill?”

“..No”

“Family issues?”

“No-”

“Then WHAT the hell’s been bothering so much you show up late to a meeting with GUUJI YAE? Do you seriously not understand how fucking embarrassing it is? For the writer I had to practically beg for the higher-ups to not fire even though you kept being late and crossing deadlines, to show up late again?” He had yanked you out of your seat with his right hand midway through his speech out of the anger he possessed as of current, becoming physical when angry wasn't uncommon, but for someone who you always saw as calm and cool, for someone who always put up with you no matter what, the breaking point had arrived, and it was wholly your fault. 

But you understood. Understood the reasons behind his furious reaction, for he was right, it was truly embarrassing, because that thread made out of miracles that was holding your job in place wasn't made out of miracles at all— it was made out of your editor's continued efforts to keep you in this organisation. 

When you didn't, well, more like couldn't respond to him, and he realised the outburst he had just made, he let go of your upper arm, and his hand went back to the desk with his other arm, and as he regained his senses, looking down at the desk realising what he just did, he tried to apologise-

“I didn't mean to-”

“I-it's fine. You don't have to say anything.” Cutting him off was usually not something you would do, but at this moment, it felt right.

“I'm sorry, Please leave. And please, please don't tell anyone about this.” You could see the regret in his face as he sat down on his chair, head in hands refusing to make eye contact with you and instead choosing to stare at the hardwood floor instead, and you knew if anyone found out about this you both would be kicked out the publishing house together.

“I won't. Good night, sir.” and as you exited that room, you could hear a faint “good night” from your editor, who was too ashamed to even speak any louder. 

And as you left, you failed to notice the bright pink figure of the Guuji beside the entrance of the conference room, who had eavesdropped on that entire conversation.

________

It had been 11 days since then. 11 days of Ayato wondering whatever it was that you wanted to tell him that day, hoping you would at least write him a letter. But no letter came, and neither did you. 

While the Kamisato's days went by quite peacefully and ordinarily, yours were much, much different. 

Back at Yae Publishing House that day, the Guuji held your editor back to tell him to get you to write some sort of romance novel around this plot– A careless writer who has amazing skill in writing, but barely manages to keep her job due to the troubles caused by her family, and her editor who has to beg the higher-ups to let her keep her job, who's also hopelessly in love with her.

While the plot is good, you weren't too happy having it recommended to you in that way. Does the Guuji think you have romantic feelings for your editor? or is it vice versa ? 

Whatever it is that the Guuji thought, it didn't matter right now, because she demanded the first volume of the comic book that was about to be serialised be done in 15 days. With 11 days already gone by, and everything done on your part, you finally had some leisure time to enjoy, leisure time you were spending laying on the floor in front of the fan sipping cold lavender melon juice peacefully, almost on your way to dreamland.

That is, until you heard a knock on your door. When you went to open it, no one was there, or so you had thought, not having noticed the little kid dressed like a mujina at your doorstep at first, looking sleepy as ever.

“Oh, hello! What is it that brings you here to my doorstep, little one ?” as you bent down to greet the sleepy child, you felt a muscle in your back ache. Ah, the consequences of having the worst sleeping posture known to man.

“I'm not ‘little one’. My name is Sayu. I'm from the shuumatsuban, and Mr. Yashiro Commissioner sent me to relay an important message to you.” as she finishes her sentence, she hands you a little paper from her back pocket that says “I have something important to speak to you about. Come meet me.  -your personal calligrapher” 

 Oh. You're done.

What could it possibly be about !? What could Kamisato Ayato, Clan head of the Kamisato Clan and the Yashiro Commissioner have to talk about that would be important to you !? Whatever it was, it was scaring you. 

“Do I have to go right now?” as nervous as you were, you were also curious, what the hell was this man upto? and actually, was he even upto something, or was this just something to get you to come to the estate as quickly as possible?

“Yes, that's what he said anyway.” as she said this, Sayu sounded so, so done with you and Ayato that you couldn't really do anything. It seemed like if you didn't go right now, as soon as possible, Sayu would fall asleep right on your doorstep. 

“Alright, then, let us leave. But wait- just one thing-” and so, you went to your bedside table to pick up that diary you always took to Kamisato Estate, the one you wrote that damnee confession in- but, it wasn't there? surely you placed it somewhere else when under the influence of fatigue and forgot.. Well, with Sayu's patience running thinner- you should probably just leave finding that diary to your future self.

Sayu was not at all interested in whatever it was that went on between you and Ayato, she kept quiet the whole way from your house to the Kamisato Estate, except for a yawn or two in the middle.  

Your attempt at distracting yourself from whatever it was that Ayato wanted to talk to you about by looking at the flowers and the trees as you made your way to the estate was not quite successful.. for as the dew drops fell off from the roses, you could feel yourself perspire as well.

When you finally stepped foot in Kamisato Estate, you saw him, Kamisato Ayato, simply leaning on his balcony ledge gazing at the horizon, unaware of your resence and all he made you feel. You were quite sure this amount of sweating could submerge Jinren Island. 

Jinren Island being submerged aside, no one was there at the estate except Ayato. Miss Furuta wasn't standing at her usual place, Koharu wasn't busy cleaning something that doesn't even look like it needs cleaning, and even Mr. Madarame was nowhere to be seen.

As you were busy analyzing the current state of the ground you were standing on, Sayu's voice spoke—

“Mr. Yashiro Commissioner, I brought them.” 

Ayato turned around, his eyes finally meeting yours after what seemed to be an eternity to him. 

“Oh, thank you Sayu. You may go now.”

As the man came to sit down, he signaled you to sit near him as well, contrary to how you would usually sit, on the opposite side of the table. “Sit here, you sure look like you need to.” his voice beamed, and you could feel your heart burst into eight thousand pieces upon hearing him talk to you again. 

While you were most delighted to finally talk to him again, you couldn't help but wonder where the staff went, therefore naturally, you asked him as he poured his tea from the kettle into his little cup,

“So… where's all the staff gone?” 

“Disappointed no one's here to give you free snacks, huh? Don't worry, I'm quite generous when it comes to my food, Here, want a sip?” and as his sentence came to an end, he offered you a cup of tea by raising it to your lips, which you pushed away as politely as you could. “You know I don’t drink tea, right? You asking me multiple times isn't going to change that..”

“Well, it was worth a try.”

“But seriously, where are all the staff? in all my days spent procrastinating here, I've never seen it so empty..” 

“I told them to take a break as I was going to have an important person over to discuss some very important, urgent matters, and for that discussion, I need some privacy.”

“But then why not have the meeting in your chamber? Enough privacy there, no?”

“Of course, of course, but you see, this client of mine, they think my chamber is really stuffy and feels suffocating. So naturally, I decided to have said meeting here.”

“Oh, so uhm, when is this meeting of yours? considering the staff are already gone..It must be soon, yes?”

“Oh yes, yes.. Infact, for the staff, the meeting has already started.”

“Wait.. Am I..?”

“Go on, you're almost there.”

“Jackass, I'm the ‘super important’ person you were meeting, huh?”

“See, this is exactly why this meeting is being held. The way you address me, the way you talk to me.. it's not exactly the usual way I'm addressed.. Not even my friends behave this way with me.”

“You have friends?”

“Of course I- See ! that's my point, you talk so nonchalantly to me, what do you think people would think of you as when they see you acting like this in public ?”

“Disrespectful? Discourteous? Rude? Impolite? Ill-mannered?”

“My beautiful Oxford dictionary, that's not what I meant. Don't you think people would look at us joking around and think of us as lovers ?” 

As soon as you heard that “beautiful”, oh goodness, you were done for. you had fallen so deep in love with this man it was beyond any find and rescue team to help you. you couldn't make an answer to that statement, no, you were busy in dreamland wondering if all these people at the estate saw you and Ayato talk to each other and thought, “oh, these two definitely have something going on.” 

Snap. one snap of his fingers in front of your face, and you were thrown right back into reality. 

“So?”

“Uhm, we don't go out much, actually, we've never gone out together, so that's not a problem as far as I'm concerned.”

“The way you say it.. it's almost like you're mad we never go out.”

“Well, we don't. I've never even stepped foot on the east side of the estate.. let alone go anywhere with you.”

“Hm? Let's go there then.” near the end of his sentence, he placed his teacup down and got up, walking to the same place he was standing before you came here, and so you followed. 

As he leaned on the ledge of the balcony, his body facing the horizon, he looked at you, hands crossed, yours facing him. 

“So? What do you think, are we qualified to go out now?” he spoke, turning towards you, and as he turned, he looked up at something and then smirked, his eyes returning to you. Goodness, he looked so hot— but wait, what was he staring at? before you could fully turn your head to face behind you, his left arm quickly got hold of the side of your neck that you were about to turn, “Why are you-”

“Answer my question first.” throughout this exchange, his hand was still there on your neck holding it from turning around.

“Yes, we can go out together, but what the hell is behind me that you don't want me to see?”

Leaning in towards your ear, he spoke. And to say his lips were one breath away from touching your temple is an understatement. “You remember the thing i told you about the staff, right? Well, they've all gathered near the first window of the second floor, and are currently looking at us, waiting for something to happen.” while he said all this, he was staring daggers into Thoma's soul, who, being the one who accidentally spread the rumour that Ayato was going to confess his feelings for you today, was awkwardly smiling at the slightly pissed off clan head, whose confession of love was about to turn into a source of entertainment for his staff, and of course, something to tease him about later for his sister, also present with the staff. Finishing his sentence, he finally pulled away from you. 

“But.. waiting for what to happen..?” trying to get the butterflies in your stomach to calm down from what just happened, you focused back on the conversation. 

“Waiting for me to confess.”

 Stop the clock. He didn't mean confess his love, did he? Surely there's no way.

“C-confess what!?” 

“That- ah, I can't believe I'm saying this in such an ordinary way, but listen, I'm not a man of poetry, or atleast, writing it. I tried to, believe me, but it just looked so awkward to me, nothing compared to what you wrote for me in your diary-”

“YOU READ THAT POEM?”

Ayato put his hands on your shoulders, and in an attempt to calm you down, spoke forth. 

“Hey now! Let's calm down, alright? I didn't read anything beyond the 9th line because Ayaka snatched it away from me, so please, don’t be mad. I should have realised I was in no place to open someone else's very personal diary, and I don't even know if that poem was meant for me, but I just-”

“No.. Ayato, you're.. You're too sweet. I'm sure you had no ill intentions, I only freaked out because it was so surprising, and since it was indeed meant for you. And you can read the whole poem afterwards, but for now, please, please go on about what you were telling me.”

“I can't just go on like this, not after you've told me you wrote about me- Me, of all people! Me, after you've written about the sun, the seas, the sky, the surreal- after all that, you wrote about me. And so beautifully, too, I can't go on, not with my life, not with whatever it was I originally wanted to say.” his expression was one you had never seen before, so full of innocence, he looked like a wet puppy in the rain, like he'd die of a cold if you didn't shelter him right away, and you could swear you saw tears welling up in his eyes, and all this because you wrote about him, all this because his feelings were returned, all this because he finally felt loved. 

You couldn't even respond, hell, you couldn't even choke back tears, and so as you were processing his words, you wrapped your arms around his torso and went in to hug him, sobbing into his chest. He returned the hug, one arm around your shoulders, and one running over your head, a tear dropping on your head as he did.

When you both pulled away from the hug, it was just laughter and wiping away each others’ tears, until you both were staring at each other fondly. And then Ayaka's voice could be heard from the back— “I told you they wouldn't kiss!” followed by a subdued Thoma, “my mora..”

“You know we can hear, right? And betting on my love life? Seriously?” As Ayato turned to reply to his sister, the staff scurried away, not wanting to be noticed by him, and as amused as you were, you didn't join in on the conversation, instead choosing to pull Ayato's collar towards yourself and pulling his lips onto yours. Before Ayaka could respond, Ayato leaned in to the kiss, cupping your face with his hands, and you could feel him smirk a bit.

He chuckled while pulling away from you, turning to a very surprised Ayaka and Thoma, mouths open in bewilderment,

“So... I guess Thoma wins?”

[artificialbreezy]

i was antsy about my biker folio world and just wanted share snippet of it that doesn’t really fit in the actual one shot i’m writing.

CW: indications of weed and smoking, smut, shy!reader, inexperienced!reader, nicks got a filthy mouth, flirty nick needs its own warning, lots of dialogue sorry bro, a real shit ending (why are endings so mf hard????)

it was late, the sun had gone and went. your front porch no longer the place to be reading. those solar lights in your back yard with a blanket in the hammock when just where you wished you were.

grabbing your blanket and book, you were quick to run outside. if anyone asked you your favorite part about being an adult, it was this. staying up late, reading in the dark in a big comfy hammock.

you were quickly pulled from your thoughts by the weird smell and a subtle cough from next door.

“sorry sweetheart! i didn’t mean to distract you.” your neighbor yelled over the fence. you just waved at him, a silent signal it was okay.

you don’t know what was wrong with you, you could talk to him outside of your little hi every day you saw him. he just made your brain short circuit, it was better to not speak than embarrass yourself.

before you know it, he was leaning against the fence with his hands over on your side. “ya know sweet thing, you stare a lot for someone who doesn’t talk to me. you see something you like looking at? cause i can name a couple things i like looking at and they all start with you.”

your throat was dry, eyes a little wide and face bright fucking red. words wouldn’t come from your mouth. you just stared at the man at the fence.

“what’s the matter sweets? not gonna talk to me now? i’d love nothing more-“ he grunted a little as he hopped the fence. “than to hear your pretty voice say my name again. can you do that for me, pretty girl?” he was standing directly in front of you now. there was nowhere to hide, nowhere to run. you had to face him now.

“Nick..” your voice was barely above a whisper. you swear if he wasn’t watching your mouth he wouldn’t have heard you.

“don’t think i heard you fully, try it again.”

“Nick…” a little louder now.

“oh no, honey. that’s not my name. whatcha call me out in the driveway?”

“Nicky.”

“atta girl, can i touch you?”

you almost choked on your own spit.

“uh, um. yeah. yeah. okay, sure.”

his hand reached down to yours, pulling you up and out of the hammock. “come on, let’s go inside. somewhere that Janet is gonna get a free show.” he chuckled mentioning your grumpy old neighbor who hated hearing his bike rev at 10:30pm.

“a free show?”

his hand was on the slider door, opening it as he spoke. “you’re real sweet ya know? yeah honey. was making a reference to us doing something. but i won’t do anything if you don’t want too. i’m okay just talking too.” he was comforting and soft.

“no! i want too! i just, im nervous. i haven’t had a whole lot of experience with that kind of stuff. i mean! i’ve had sex. i’m not just a virgin. just, not a lot. dear god i’m gonna shut up now.”

he smiled down at me, “more than happy to do whatever you want. think you deserve it really. always such a good girl.”

he sat himself in the recliner in my den, “right here.” he was pointing to the floor between his legs. “want you to sit, gonna go over some stuff.”

“need you to know, been thinking about this alot. have been for a while too. just been too nervous to talk to you. wanna do this at your pace, whatever you want today we’ll do. and don’t fret, we can do more stuff later. don’t feel rushed. we got months and years ahead of this okay?”

“can i ask you something?”

he nodded, hand setting on top of mine that was settled above his knee.

“um, can you show me what you like? wanna do it for you. read about some things and i wanna feel that.”

he smirked, eyes brows raised a little. “read what baby?”

“just like. head and stuff. but i wanna do it how you like it.”

“happily honey. just wanna make me happy huh? wanna be just what i want you to be don’t you?” he pushed his sweatpants down just enough that his dick was leaning against his stomach.

“just gonna start slow, okay? couple kisses, hands on my thighs. then you’re gonna- fuck, your lips feel good. gonna kiss the tip a little, there you go. tongue out a second. atta girl. just stay like that a minute. wanna put this view into memory.”

mouth wide, tongue out just, cock resting against it. feeling the weight of him in my mouth was all i wanted. this was comforting.

“alright, lick the underside. all the way down and then back up. and just like those popsicles you’re always eatin. suck a little bit, relax your jaw baby.”

his hands went to my hair, gently guiding me where he wanted me to be. holding my head still, and taking whatever he wanted.

“honey your mouth is like heaven. real fucking close already. come on, off. don’t wanna make you gag right now. gotta work you up to that.”

“wanna feel you down my throat, Nicky. please?”

“open your mouth. just like before. tongue out.”

my knees were starting to get sore, but i wanted to make him proud. wanted him to come back again. watching him stroke himself was going to be forever burned into my brain. feeling his load against my tongue was gonna be there for a while.

“come on, let’s get you off the floor honey. i’m proud of you sweetheart. gonna have to tell me about your books tomorrow though. what other filth are you reading, huh?”

[daffi-990]

✨ Inspiration Saturday ✨

So instead of working on the WIPs I already have, my brain decided to think up a new one 😅

Current working title is LA Lonely and here is a mood board and a rough little summary:

Buck meets Eddie and they hook up. Buck feels an instant connection but doesn’t pursue it because he’s only good for one night, no one wants him for keeps. Cue him running into Eddie almost everywhere he goes, like the universe keeps putting Eddie in his path. And Eddie is kind and never makes their interactions feel awkward and the way he smiles at Buck has something warm fluttering to life inside him. Eddie eventually asks him out on a proper date and Buck is so confused because no one wants him for more than a fun time. They don’t want to keep him.

(snippet under the cut)

“Buck!”

Buck turns towards the voice calling his name to find none other than Christopher from the class field trip at the station last week walking towards him, red crutches click clacking against the floor.

“Hey Chris! What brings you here? Another school field trip?”

Chris scrunches his face up, looking at Buck like he’s grown a second head.

“It’s Saturday.”

“Right. I knew that, I was just checking to see if you did.” Buck says as he points his finger at Chris causing the boy to giggle.

Buck scoots over on the bench making room for Chris to sit down beside him.

“Are your mum or dad with you?” Buck asks as he scans the room behind them for a frantic parent.

“My mum’s dead.”

Oh. Well. Buck has no idea what to do with that.

“Uh, I’m sorry buddy, that’s uh- that’s rough.” He looks around the room again. “What about your Da-“

“Christopher!”

Buck’s head whips around to find a man striding towards them. As he draws closer, Buck's eyes widen in recognition and disbelief because shit, Buck knows him - has seen him naked, felt his body pressed against his own as the guy shoved his cock so deep inside Buck he swore he could feel it in his throat. The memory of their encounter is still fresh in Buck’s mind a week later because it was that good.

“Dad!” Chris says happily, smiling bright and big and holy fuck his hot hookup who gave him one of the best orgasms of his fucking life has a kid.

And is standing right in from on him.

Buck scrambles to his feet, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck as he smiles nervously at Eddie. “Uh hi.”

Eddie looks shocked to see him but it quickly melts away, his eyes softening. “Buck, hey.” His mouth quirks up in a small smile and Buck remembers exactly why he brought Eddie home last weekend. He’s so fucking pretty

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[crazy-ache]

Cat!Elain WIP Snippet

Sharing because @sad-scarred-sassy reminded me of a vision I am currently working on

Rhysand skimmed his violet eyes along the room in silent judgment until they landed on Lucien. Elain stood up on her four small legs in attention at his arrival, and in turn, Rhysand did a sudden double take, as if he had just registered her tiny presence in the room. 

They focused entirely too long on Elain. Her wide eyes blinked at him. He blinked back in confusion.

Then a nearly feline grin spread across his face. Elain would know, being a cat and all. 

Well, well, well. Isn’t this an interesting turn of events?

Rhysands voice entered her mind with a low drawl and laugh. 

"Get me out of here! I’ve been turned into a cat. He doesn’t realize—" Her desperate pleading only came out as high-pitched meows.

But Rhysand had turned away from her to lazily look at Lucien, ignoring her chittering. It made Elain tense every muscle in her small body in anticipation. This was it! Rhysand would tell him and he could get Tamlin to shift her back. She would finally be free! She had never thought she would miss her Fae body so much until now.

“I’m here to happily report that Elain has been found," Rhysand told Lucien. The red-haired male straightened his spine, narrowing his eyes at the High Lord of Night.

Elain jumped to the carpet, ready to practically prance around joyfully. She began smoothing her white coat with a quick lick as if in preparation for being transformed back any moment to her normal self.

“She was found elsewhere. She’s back home. Safe and sound.”

What the hell?

“Where? How?” Lucien asked. Thank the gods somebody was able to ask the right questions.

“She was found in Day. Outskirts of the Night Court. Accidentally winnowed herself there. She’ll be fine.” Rhysand did not even bother to look in her direction which infuriated her more.

Elain’s claws instantly unsheathed themselves in anger. 

I think this will be good for you. You couldn’t be in better hands than with your mate. I'll check back in...later.

His laugh echoed. 

“Is Elain alright?” Lucien's voice was tight but concerned.

“Oh, you know what they say. She’s much like that cat right there," Rhysand jerked his chin at Elain's form. "She lands on her feet wherever she goes.”

You bastard! You bastard. You are going to regret this. 

But he wasn’t in her mind anymore, already sauntering to the door. And she couldn’t speak. So everything came out as a low, drawn out hiss. 

“Lady, stop it. I’m sorry, she’s never behaved this way before—“

“I’m not particularly a cat person," Rhysand smirked down at her.

It was the way he was looking at her, entirely too pleased. She couldn’t control the way her muscles tensed, her little behind swaying back and forth before she launched herself at his arm. Oh, he’d pay. 

[drabblesandsnippets]

Snippet #3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus-size female character (unnamed)

Background: Edited scene of something I wrote for a friend

Summary: All Bucky wants is to make his girlfriend’s day better.

Warnings: 18+ Only. Sexual content. Romance/fluff. Praise.

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From the second she walks in the door, Bucky can tell things had only gotten worse in the couple of hours since they talked. He knows better than to bombard her with questions, giving her space after they share a brief hello, letting her come to him after she changes into her normal oversized shirt and sweatpants. 

He gives her a warm smile when she reappears, the sight of her never ceasing to make his heart race, even with the messy bun atop her head and the t-shirt that’s seen better days. He loves every single part of her, and his favorite moments are when he gets to see the parts of her that she only shares with him. The vulnerable moments, the small pieces of her that she hides from others, scared of their judgements. She gets to let go of all the masks with him, and it’s one of the most beautiful things he gets to witness.

Bucky can tell all she needs right now is for him to listen, without the need to offer any sort of advice, and he's more than happy to be her sounding board. He actively listens to all the silly frustrations that managed to get under her skin today, the stupid things that made her ready to pull her hair out.

By the time she’s released all the pent up feelings, she’s finally beginning to relax, but Bucky’s still not satisfied. He ignores the old-fashioned part of him that wants her to quit her job, leave all the frustration behind, and be a house wife. He blinks away the brief image of coming home to her wearing nothing but an apron, his cock twitching at the thought, and instead talks her into a massage.

It doesn’t take much convincing. Within moments, she’s laying on their bed, Bucky straddling her legs as he rubs the tension out of her back and shoulders. She loses track of time, allowing him to take care of her, happily letting all other thoughts leave her, only vaguely aware of the almost pornographic noises coming out of her.

Bucky’s far from wanting to complain though. He’s getting to touch her, make her feel better, and listen to her moan - three of his favorite things. He ignores his growing erection for now and keeps his focus on the massage, paying attention to all her sore spots while easing up on the sensitive areas of her back. He smiles at the soft sounds leaving her with each movement of his hands, suddenly feeling grateful to have her trust. 

He slowly works his hands back up to her shoulders, leaning forward slightly as he rubs the tension there, telling her, “Thank you for letting me take care of you.” There’s no need for her to speak, her little noises of appreciation more than enough to satisfy him, his hands never stopping their magical touch. She can barely remember her name at this point, let alone anything else that’s happened today, and that’s exactly how Bucky wants it.

“You’re always taking care of everyone else,” he continues, the palms of his hands moving down the center of her back, letting up on the pressure just a bit. “But, I know it’s hard to let people take care of you, so thank you.” She turns her head slightly to hear him better, but keeps her eyes closed as a slight blush colors her cheeks.

She loves being praised by him, almost as much as Bucky loves praising her, but it still makes her flustered, especially if they’re not in the middle of sex. Sometimes even then too. She can’t see it, but Bucky’s smile grows at her reaction and he changes tactics, his fingertips starting to lightly trace up her back, sending a shiver down her spine. 

“How about you let me keep taking care of you?” he asks, the tenderness of his voice matching his touch, making her heart flutter. Coherent words left her a long time ago, but she still manages to voice her consent. And the moment she does, he leans forward again, his hand sliding up to rub against the back of her neck. “I’m gonna take my time,” he tells her, his breath warm against her ear, “give you everything you need tonight.”

She’s not even sure she responds, other than with a loud moan of need as her hips lift to reach him, his words making her body pulse with pleasure. Bucky’s body reacts to her desire, his own hips grinding against her, letting her feel how hard she makes him. As much as his cock wants him to just push her pants down and take her like this - she’d be more than willing - he’s a man of his word.

With the same measured pace, his hand slips underneath her shirt, the soft touch of his fingers along her waist causing goosebumps to spread across her skin. He undresses her slowly, his lips touching every inch of skin he exposes, whispering words of praise, leaving her panting for more. When he finally turns her over onto her back, he repeats the process, taking his time to pull her sweatpants down her legs, kissing a trail to her ankles.

“I’m so proud to call you mine,” he tells her once he settles back between her legs, his eyes roaming over her flushed body. She watches as his hand reaches down, almost subconsciously, to grab his cock through his jeans, clearly trying to relieve some of the pressure. She wants to tell him he’s too overdressed, that she wants to feel more of him, but all she can do is look up at him, silently pleading for more.

There’s time for teasing, but not tonight. With a quick pull, Bucky removes his shirt and tosses it off the bed, barely giving her a chance to appreciate his body before he’s on her again, meeting her in a passionate kiss. They lose themselves in the intimate connection, their need for each other growing until they finally part and Bucky rests his forehead gently against hers, breathing heavily. “You’re so incredible,” he tells her. “You’re so strong.”

He starts peppering kisses along her skin again, across her jaw before dipping down to her throat. “Intelligent.” His kisses move to her collarbone. “Kind.” With each word, her mind starts to fully relax again, accepting the praise, her body trembling with need. And just before his mouth closes over her nipple, he reminds her, “And the hottest fucking woman I’ve ever seen.”

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[mercyreg]

Charlos Headcanons

Once again. These are more loosely based for a Discord Server. Sharing is caring so I shared!

Requests are happily accepted !!

Charlos HC

Charles is extremely shy and reclusive unless he knows the people well but that doesn’t stop him from being nice and “charming”

Charles had a Natural bond with Carlos immediately upon meeting him

Charles started movie marathons every chance he got with Carlos

Carlos is very big on Physical touch/Affection after Charles told him that he enjoys it

He purposefully pronounces Carlos’ name as “Cah-los”

Carlos has a bad habit of giving Charles “Those eyes”

Charles has on multiple occasions fallen asleep on Carlos. Whether it be on flights, bus rides, just sitting next to each other

Carlos always tries to have some physical contact with Charles

Charles wears bracelets and rings every chance he’s given because Carlos likes to mess with them

Charles adores it when Carlos speaks Spanish, even small phrases.

Charles is fully aware of the “ships” of him and the f1 grid. 

Again Charles only really acknowledges Charlos and Lestappen

They have taken showers together before

Carlos drags Charles’ to parties frequently 

They both have slept together, both were drunk. 

Carlos was sober enough to rememberer every detail due to him deliberately staying awake and chugging water TO sober up.

Charles was blackout drunk and barely remembered snippets let alone who it was.

Charles woke up in Carlos’ Ferrari polo but didn’t realize it until the end of the day when he took it off and saw “Sainz” and ���55” On the back.

Carlos had completely mapped out everything about Charles sexually that night.

Carlos didn’t tell Charles because he thought he remembered and was staying quiet

Charles figured he slept with someone but never could put together who.

Charles will listen to any song Carlos tells him to, Even if he dislikes the singer, band, genre, etc.

They are a active duo in the club or at parties. You won’t find one without the other.

They sync their mic’s in their helmets during Practice races and talk to each other.

Both of their phones are filled with pictures of each other.

Charles enjoys holding or messing with Carlos’ hand or fingers when he’s bored

[peppercornpress]

Fic Author Self Rec! When you get this reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, or some snippets from upcoming WIPS. Let’s spread the self-love! Love ya and thank you for all you do!! 💖

Ahhhh!! Days!! Love you too and love the idea of spreading self-love! It's so hard for me to do lately... I feel like everything I write is blah.

I've wanted to share WIPs because they're fun... but it goes against my desire to dump out completely finished work so I kept holding back... but a part of me thinks I need some feedback/advice for this specific WIP? Like... if people have opinions on how they'd like the fic to end, I'm all ears because I'm afraid my current direction doesn't have the oomph I'm after. (I know that's not the point of you asking me about WIPS... but I do love what I have so far)

Here's a snippet of my WIP 'A Thousand Papercuts' (Midway into chapter 1)

Hinata made sure to contact Akane’s desk before she swung by the office. Hinata knew she did everything right, and even got a text from her husband five minutes before she arrived on his floor that proved he wasn’t in a crucial meeting. She made sure to properly greet Akane at her desk to ‘check in’.

“Thank you for calling in advance!” Akane said, looking much more pleasant and not a hint of annoyance in her tone. “I know it’s a hassle just to see your own husband, but I really do appreciate when things are done in an orderly fashion. Shall we?” 

“Yes.” Hinata nodded, “Oh, and this is just a small offering for all the hard-workers here.” she passed over the large paper bag she filled with homemade cookies. She had done so every once in a while, and Naruto had always said how grateful the staff was. “As a token of the Uzumaki-family’s gratitude.”

Akane made a noise of pleasure, accepting the gift and peeking inside. “You shouldn’t have! Wow! I’ll be sure to pass them out.” but the way she tossed the bag a little roughly on her desk made Hinata finally pause and give her a long and scrutinizing look.

Akane must have noticed because she immediately back-tracked.

“Sorry, I’m a little heavy handed today–was it breakable?”

“N-no…”

“Please accept my apologies!”

Wordlessly, Hinata nodded. Akane shot her a shrug and a smile.

And that’s when Hinata’s dislike for the woman finally cemented in her heart. All of her previous interactions with the woman, to whom she gave generous excuses for her rudeness, suddenly made a lot more sense.

Akane was purposefully snubbing her. Hinata squared her shoulders, remembering the handful of times this had happened in the past with other bullies while she was still attending the Academy.

“This way.” Akane then flashed her a smug smile, a smile that expressed Akane’s mutual dislike of Hinata. 

“I don’t mean to take time out of your day.” Hinata said, cautiously. Once she realized what kind of person Akane was, she knew it made the most sense to distance herself from Akane as soon as possible. “I know the way to his office, thank you.” She didn’t wait for a reply this time and walked her way to Naruto’s door, but felt Akane’s quickened footsteps following after her.

When Hinata got to Naruto’s office, Naruto’s looked like he was trying to desperately fight sleep while holding a dry electric razor to his face. He quickly shoved the razor under his desk, before relaxing, and seeing it was Hinata. His sheepish, boyish grin made Hinata’s heart ache.

“Oh Hinata!” Naruto got up from his desk. As he cheerfully waved, Akane squeezed past Hinata and entered his office first. She waved as if he was waving to her this whole time. 

Hinata had just been pondering ‘why?’ the short time it took to walk over to Naruto’s office. Why was Akane being so rude? Why did Akane want to be openly rude to the Hokage’s wife? What benefits her for doing such a thing? 

But Akane happily presented Hinata with the obvious reason right away. 

Her voice turned to honey as she addressed Hinata’s husband, “Hokage-sama, I know it’s poor timing on my part, but I need you to stamp a few things?”

“Just put it on my desk,” Naruto said distractedly, waving her off. It didn’t surprise Hinata to see that Naruto didn’t even spare her a second glance. He was just as dense as she was to the come-ons of the opposite sex, or he had no interest in flirty coworkers. He comically craned his neck to keep his eye contact with Hinata even as Akane stood directly in front of him to try to block his view. “Hinata, you got a moment to chat?”

“Of course,” Hinata switched out the duffle bag she was carrying to one she spotted conveniently placed near the far left corner of the room. 

“Yeah, it’s about Boruto and this ‘rebellious’ stage of his–” Naruto said, rubbing the base of his neck and grumbling. That’s when he did a double-take, noticing Akane was still in the room, and frowned.

Hinata took this time to observe how her husband dealt with Akane. 

Naruto calmly waited for Akane to place some files on his desk. Akane was being deliberately slow, placing each piece of paper on the desk as if it was made of fine porcelain. Naruto lost his patience by the ten-second mark. 

Naruto cleared his throat. 

Akane looked up from her task as if snapped from a daze.

“I’d like to talk privately with my wife,” Naruto announced, pointing in the direction of the door. “Today. Now.”

“O-oh! Sorry Hokage-sama, after last night’s long meeting…” she placed a dainty wrist over her mouth to suppress a yawn. “I’m a little sleep-deprived.”

In any other circumstance, I’m sure this would be enough reason for a professional to let Akane linger and drag her feet out the door, but Naruto didn’t have the best manners himself.

“Well, why don’t you take the rest of the day off?” Naruto shrugged. “Shizune-nee-chan can take over from here. Go home.”

Akane looked flustered. “N-no! I’m really ok! I can still work!”

“It’s alright. We all see how hard you’ve been working. You deserve to catch up on some shut-eye.” Naruto assured her brusquely, practically pushing Akane out the door and shutting it without a second thought. “Ugh, surrounded by work-a-holics.” he joked right away as soon as he turned back toward Hinata. 

“Said one of the biggest work-a-holics I know.” Hinata teased. 

“Hey! It’s not just my fault! Nobody seems to want to stop and rest around here–I feel guilty every time I step out of the office!” Naruto whined. “Anyway, about Boruto…”

Naruto was back to rambling, and Hinata found herself not fully present. Much like Akane’s act to get herself to linger in Naruto’s presence, Hinata found her mind drifting on what a comical situation she was in.

She was now a wife worrying about her husband’s secretary. It was so cliche, and stupid. 

She hadn’t had to deal with a jealous fangirl in a while. Hinata wasn’t a fun opponent toward petty women; she had grown up around especially sharp-tongued female relatives at the Hyuuga compound. She knew vicious ladies usually got bored if their victims didn’t entertain them. So Hinata had learned the difficult task of growing a thicker skin and letting barbed words slide off her back.

This method thankfully helped her ward away most of Naruto’s fangirls. They’d move on to more exciting prey. Hinata knew Akane would realize this sooner or later and give up when she realized Naruto was too devoted to his Hokage title to think of much else. 

And Hinata would also have to limit the time she spent around Akane’s presence…

“Hinata..? You ok?”

Hinata blinked, realizing she was nodding when she was supposed to be saying something back.

“You want me to talk to Boruto about his behavior,” she asked, just picking up things from context. “I have your back. I’ll talk to him.”

“That’s the thing! Talking to him ain’t cutting it. And MY yelling isn’t getting through to him! Could you use one of the old ways to get Boruto to straighten up? Like…take one of his favorite toys away–or make him take a time out! He still gets time-outs, right?” Hinata gave him a scrutinizing look, wondering if he was serious, but Naruto snapped his fingers when the right word came to him, “Ground him! Can you ground him for me? I mean…” he then stomped over to the windows and pointed. “Look what he wrote on my face!!”

Hinata walked over to the window and peered up at the rock faces. She saw the awful words ‘shitty dad’ scrawled over Naruto’s stone face, and it only made her heartbreak. 

He misses you. Hinata wanted to say. He’s lashing out! Just like you did! Can’t you see that?

“I’ll handle Boruto.” Hinata heard herself say to her worked up husband. She smoothed a hand over the orange fabric covering his heart. “Don’t worry.”

(End for now)

Essentially, it's a fic that would be resolved very quickly if Hinata just went up to Naruto and told him to fire his pesky secretary...but see, I don't see Hinata really doing that? She'd want to be diplomatic and subtle. She wouldn't want to cause waves... until Akane goes after her kids. It needs a lot more work... But it's REALLY just a fun excuse writing an underhanded mean-girl (Akane) get her just-comeuppance.

And yes--there was an outline... but the more recent changes I made would go against that and I'm fine with it? Haven't re-written a new outline in months so this fic is FULLY in limbo right now. lol

[caterpills]

WIP Wednesday

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I thiiiiink this will be my last (!!!) sharing snippet bit before the epilogue is posted for This Is More of a Comment Than a Question (aiming for this weekend, but we'll see. My short little chapter 10 has been growing more than intended.)

So I guess I better make this one worth it? How about a social media break with a review of Henry's fifth novel? 🥰

Publishers Weekly Review Imaginary Creatures  Henry Fox. Penguin Random House, $20 trade paper (432p) ISBN 978-1-3123-2781-1 ★ Henry Fox's departure from adult fiction to romance pivots on an inspired premise: with a mix of interwoven short stories and narrative multiverse-hopping, what would happen when two immortals must find each other not just through time but through different worlds built upon literary tropes? Against the backdrop of speculative fiction, from an uber-futuristic sci-fi to cozy fantasy, from regency era alt-history to a rom-com coffeeshop meet-cute, the intransient Athan (short for Athanasios) and his deity-lite partner Orion are faced with the inevitable collapse of the multiple worlds they touch. Will they find their happily ever after before imminent destruction? And what will those endings look like within the framework and shifting stakes of romance archetypes? Can love save them all? Fox's ambitious and immersive novel—outstanding in its whip-sharp writing and unforgettable concept from a seasoned literary master—is irresistible, wildly charming, and deliciously queer. Athan and Orion's romance is fresh in each iteration, leaving eager readers rooting for them in second-chance romances set in a post-apocalyptic world or throughout a contemporary fake-dating celebrity AU told through clever social media breaks. Imaginary Creatures opens the door for more from Fox, who gives an incomparable perspective with his debut entry into the often-overlooked but well-represented romance category.  A must–read for those who believe in love that exists "in every universe".

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[seriouslysam8]

OKAY. LAST SNIPPET. I SWEAR. I COULDN'T CONTAIN MY EXCITEMENT FOR THIS SCENE.

“Oi! Next in line!” someone shouted.

Ron looked to see the man was yelling at him. He shot McGonagall a lopsided smile before gesturing he had to go. He stepped up to the vendor, sitting James down on the counter and keeping his arms around him. 

“Sorry about that,” Ron greeted, looking up at the menu. “I’ll have a kiddie meal with nuggets, chips, and a pumpkin juice. Then, I’ll also have three slices of pepperoni pizza, loaded chips, and… fuck make it another pumpkin juice. I shouldn’t drink a beer while minding a kid, yeah?” he joked but the man didn’t find him funny at all. 

“That’ll be ten Galleons, three Sickles, and two Knuts,” the man said in an unamused tone.

“Merlin fuck, that’s a tad bit expensive, don’t you think?” Ron asked as he dug in his pocket for some money. “Do I get a discount if my sister is Ginny Weasley?”

The man did not look amused.

“Right, guess somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” Ron grumbled as he tossed the money on the counter.

James leaned his head against Ron’s chest as they waited for their food to be ready. With a few well-placed sticking charms on the tray of food, Ron carried James on his left hip while he held the featherlight tray in his left. He was never happier to reach the family box where the twins and his parents were already seated. Tilting to the side, he eased James onto his feet so he could walk the rest of the way.

“Uncle George! Uncle Fred!” James called, running towards his family at the front of the box.

George rose from his chair before crouching down so he could catch James in his arms. Rising to his full height, George moved to sit him in an empty seat next to their mum.

“Grandmum! Granddad!” James chirped happily. “Uncle Ron got me nuggets and chips and pizza and pumpkin juice and more chips and more pumpkin juice!”

“Oh, that’s wonderful, dear,” his mum cooed as she brushed James’ hair back, failing to make it look even a speck neater.

Ron took a seat next to his nephew, balancing the tray on his lap. James immediately reached for a chip and dunked it into the ketchup before shoving it in his mouth.

“Did you buy the entire bloody box lunch, Ronnie?” Fred asked, reaching over and snagging one of his loaded fries.

“Oi! Ron doesn’t share food!” he exclaimed, moving so his back was to Fred. “You bloody fucking gremlin.”

“Ronald!” his mother huffed.

“What? I don’t!” Ron replied, his head shaking. 

James plucked a piece of pepperoni off Ron’s pizza and popped it into his mouth. Ron sucked in a breath, glaring down at his grinning nephew. He bit down his annoyance because the kid was too damn cute. James was the only one he’d even think about sharing food with.

[silentxsymphony]

Trick or treat💕💕💕💕💕🎃 🎃

A Mobius headcanon for you!! I’ve always thought that Mobius would be a lover of romance novels once he discovered what they were. He’s such a sweet soul and so empathetic that I think a happily ever after would appeal to him 🥹 And they’re a sweet little feel good treat, just like his beloved key lime pie and Josta. Here’s a snippet from the 5 + 1 fic I wrote about Loki sharing life’s little indulgences with Mobius 💚

As a lover of stories, Loki had taken to collecting various novels during their forays across different timelines. Despite their lack of magic, mortals really could be most imaginative. He started a small library on one of the quaint shelves of Mobius’ apartment not long after he moved in. Before long, Mobius had started pocketing some novels himself. But instead of the hefty, leather-bound volumes Loki seemed to favor, Mobius often wound up with flimsy paperbacks tucked into the inner pockets of his jacket. Loki would gently tease him for his fondness for the melodramatic, romantic Earth novels he would often catch him reading in the evenings. “You and I have both visited the so-called Midgardian ‘Regency era,’ and I think we can agree that the happy endings of these amorous depictions are not realistic, particularly between two male-presenting individuals given the overall homophobic nature of the time.” Mobius’ cheeks flushed in slight embarrassment. “Yes, well,” he began, clearing his throat in an attempt to bide time as he considered what it was that drew him into these novels that he’d taken to smuggling from various Earth timelines. “I know they’re silly and not at all realistic, but I like knowing that they’ll end happily. It’s comforting.” Loki’s gaze softened at the words, and he couldn’t help but consider the distinct lack of comfort Mobius had been afforded during his indeterminable existence thinking he was nothing more than a cog in the great wheel of the TVA. “You hopeless romantic,” he whispered and ran his fingers through his lover’s hair and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his temple. He stepped away only long enough to pull a plush blanket from the closet before curling up next to Mobius and covering them both with it. “Read the next chapter to me?” Loki murmured with a smile.

[inadaydream99]

Kiss Me, Kiss Me

Mix of established relationship and friends to lovers, very fluffy

A/N - it’s basically just mini snippets of scenarios about kissing each of the members, because why not! It’s been a while since I last posted!

Disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes only and does not represent any of the members in real life!

S.coups

“Hey!” Seungcheol shouts after you, following the trail of your elated laughter. He can’t believe you’ve just rejected his attempt to kiss you. The betrayal.

It’s not until you’re cornered, sandwiched between the wall and your boyfriend that you begin to quieten down.

“Not so funny now, is it?” You watch as Seungcheol smirks down at you, mesmerised by the way his tongue slowly swipes across his bottom lip. You gulp, shaking your head no.

“Then I think you should explain why you wouldn’t kiss me just then.”

You suck your bottom lip between your teeth, only releasing it when your boyfriends hand gently cups under your chin and uses his thumb to untuck your lip.

“I’m sorry?” You try to appease him with a pleading smile, gasping when he dips his head into the sensitive skin where your jaw meets your neck and chuckles. You really shouldn’t have rejected one of his kisses.

Jeonghan

“You kissed Joshua!” Jeonghan’s voice reverberates off the walls, making you wince. “When?”

“It was years ago and it meant nothing.” You try to keep your voice soft, encouraging your friend to match your volume.

You understand his reaction, the confession seeming to have come out of nowhere. If you count nowhere as playing a lighthearted game of sharing secrets with your best friend.

You watch Jeonghan for a few silent seconds as he seems to take in your answer and swirl it around his mind.

“So,” a coy look overtakes his expression, “would you kiss me?”

“Absolutely not!” You answer a little too quickly for your friends liking, earning an overly dramatic gasp in offence.

“Why!” He whines.

“Because…” you trail off, wondering how the best way to go about this should be, not just for Jeonghan, but for your own sanity too.

It’s not like you’re repulsed by him, not even close. It’s more that you’ve always felt a certain way about Jeonghan. He’s pretty much your dream man and you’ve thought about what it would be like to kiss him more times than you’d like to admit. But there’s no way you can tell him that.

“(Y/N), seriously?” You blink back into focus, realising that you’d definitely kept him waiting too long for an answer. “You’d happily kiss Joshua but not me?”

You roll your eyes upon hearing him go into his dramatically sassy defence. You know there’s not really anything you can say that will make him quit nagging you about it for an eternity. So you decide to show him instead, cutting him off mid-rant by pressing your lips to his.

Joshua

Was he getting a kick out of this? One hundred percent.

Sometimes it feels like your relationship with Joshua is just him trying to annoy you beyond belief and then giving you cuddles until you forgive him. But right now, you’re so beyond done with his smothering that he can shove his offer of make up cuddles in the trash.

“Baby, just one teeny tiny little kiss… please…”

“But I’m trying to focus.” You refuse to look at your boyfriend. It’s the best you can do to get your point across when he’s already holding you hostage in a back hug.

“Just one verrrrrryyyy small one?” He tries to lean around to catch a glimpse of your face.

“Dude no!” Your voice sounds way louder than you intend and guilt immediately overwhelms you when you feel your boyfriend finally quiet down and detach from you.

The silence that follows is painful and the loss of your boyfriend sized hot water bottle makes you shiver from the cold. You regret letting your bad mood get the better of you…

“Joshi, I’m sorry…” you sigh, perching on the edge of the sofa where you boyfriend has retreated too.

He looks at you, maintaining eye contact for a moment before opening his arms and wordlessly inviting you in for a hug. You let out the breath you’d been holding in relief, snuggling into his embrace and burying your face into his chest.

“And a kiss?” You shyly lift your head to peek at his reaction, unable to stop the giggle that erupts as he simply puckers his lips.

Jun

“You better stop that right now, I’m serious.” Jun deadpans you, his hand wrapped firmly around your wrist to stop you from putting any more space between you.

A bets a bet and you undeniably lost. So while your boyfriend has been trying to make you pay up for the last few minutes, you’ve been trying to stall.

The forfeit for the looser isn’t even bad. All you have to do is admit that Jun is better than you and then kiss him. But you’ve decided that you want him to beg you for it first.

“Hi serious.” You smirk, coyly looking up at him through your lashes. “You know, you look like a grumpy version of my boyfriend.”

You have to physically bite down on your bottom lip to stop your laughter when Jun rolls his eyes at your childish joke.

“Well maybe that’s because you’re acting like a sore looser?” The sarcasm drips off his words so condescendingly and you couldn’t be more pleased with yourself at successfully riling him up so easily.

“Or you’re a sore winner!” You squeak as you manage to wrangle your wrist free from his grasp and sprint away, giggling like a child when you look over your shoulder to find him chasing after you.

“(Y/N)! You better get back here and kiss me!”

Hoshi

“You do realise I’m still mad at you, right?” You raise a brow at your friend and his failing attempt to get you to forgive him.

“But I said I was sorry like a hundred times!” Soonyoung exasperatedly throws his hands in the air.

“But sorry doesn’t make the bite mark on my arm just magically disappear.” You counteract. “Do you realise how much teasing I’ve had to endure from everyone because of it?” Soonyoung shakes his head “no” in response. You’re just thankful that no one has clocked onto the fact that is was Soonyoung who gave you the mark.

You admit, you love everything about your best friend. His loudness, his sometimes child-like ways of annoying you, even his never ending amounts of energy. Everything except his persistent tiger agenda when he takes it too far; just like when he accidentally bit your arm last week trying to prove he was a real tiger.

“Trust me, Mingyu has been bugging me non-stop trying to find out who did it.” You cringe.

“What if I kiss it better?” Your eyebrows raise in shock. But Soonyoung seems serious about his offer.

“That’s not really going to do much though…” you shyly hesitate.

“Well, how about this?”

Soongyoung smashes his lips into yours just as you open your mouth to ask him what he means and you’re instantly hooked. Maybe a kiss really does make it better…

Wonwoo

Heavy panting and heated breaths fill the otherwise quiet room. You’d only pulled apart from Wonwoo just a second ago and yet you already miss the velvety soft feeling of his lips against yours and as your gaze trails up from his lips you find his eyes waiting for you. His expression is unreadable, but calm, and it somehow makes you feel comforted and nervous at the same time.

“You’re so desperate.” His sudden smile and his low chuckle as he shakes his head catch you off guard. All these months secretly getting closer and you’re still unable to read him.

“Says the one who pounced on me when he arrived.” You mutter, but you know Wonwoo heard you loud and clear. He wouldn’t be smirking at you like that if he hadn’t.

“Says the one who’s drooling over me right now.” He cocks a brow at you. Check and mate. He knows you too well.

“Oh,” you scoff, “and you’re not just as whipped?” You fold your arms defensively across your chest. They’re only there for a few seconds before Wonwoo has taken a step closer to you and you watch as his hands reach out to unfold your arms, guiding your palms to press flush against the soft cotton t-shirt that covers his toned chest.

“Maybe I am,” Wonwoo begins, leaning down as you feel one hand fall to your waist. “Maybe I’m not…” he finishes coyly, his other hand cupping your cheek before he smashes his lips back onto yours.

Woozi

Why you’re in a bad mood is beyond Jihoon. But there you are, sat up in bed, with the grumpiest face as you scroll through your phone.

“So, are we gonna talk about what’s annoyed you?” Your boyfriend tries to start a casual conversation as he climbs into bed beside you. You can feel him watching you, waiting for an answer. You scoff.

“Seriously?” You sassily side-eye him. How could he not know?! You roll your eyes when you notice the perplexed expression on his face, realising you’re going to have to spell it out for him. “We had reservations at that new place down town and you forgot.”

You watch as Jihoon’s eyes grow wide, a small “oh” falling past his lips as the realisation dawns on him. And now your grumpiness and how you dodged his kiss when he arrived home earlier make a lot of sense…

“Babe, I’m so sorry.” He begins. “I have no excuse for forgetting, but work has been so busy lately and we just got some lyrics sent back with like a billion changes needed and I-”

Before he has time to continue rambling, you press your lips against his, shutting him up. Relief washes over both of you as you fall into sync. It’s clear your boyfriend didn’t stand you up on purpose, and you feel guilty for shutting him out for it.

“It’s ok.” You whisper, pulling apart breathlessly to let him know all is forgiven. “Just don’t stop kissing me.” You manage before your lips smash back into his.

Dk

“Have you ever thought what it would be like if we kissed?”

Seokmin pouts upon witnessing the bubbles of laughter that immediately tumble past your lips. But despite his serious expression, you can see the difficulty your friend has trying to keep his smile from braking out across his face. He wanted this to be a serious conversation, not melting at the way your eyes gleam in happiness while you make light of his words.

“You promised you wouldn’t laugh.” Seokmin manages to keep his voice calm and controlled, unlike the way his heart races in his chest.

“I promised I wouldn’t laugh at you. Which I’m not.” He sighs at your rebuttal. “You just made me nervous…”

“I made you nervous?” His eyes go wide. Although it’s more surprising to you how he had clearly not considered that voicing his thoughts about you kissing each other wouldn’t possibly catch you off guard.

“Obviously.” you tease, “It’s not everyday your best friend randomly tells you they want to kiss you.”

“I asked if you’ve ever thought about it.” Seokmin rolls his eyes, trying his best to suppress the way his stomach summersaults at your blatantly flirty teasing.

“So you’re saying you don’t want to kiss me then?” You pester back within half a second.

“Of course I do!” Seokmin confesses frustratedly, not realising what he’s said out loud until he hears your next challenge to him.

“Well, do it then.”

Mingyu

He’d been alone all day. Waiting. And so that’s why you find him sulking. Your plan from the morning had really backfired on you. And by the evening, no longer were you the one avoiding his kisses and affection. Oh how the tables have turned. Now you can’t seem to get your boyfriend to so much as look at you (unless you count his salty glares to your turned back). So you’d avoided his good morning kiss and his second attempt after brushing his teeth… and his third attempt as you put on your shoes to head to work… so what? It’s not like you’d ripped his heart out of his chest like a violent animal.

Except, that’s exactly what it felt like to your giant boyfriend.

“How’s your day been baby?” Your attempt to start a nice conversation falls on deaf ears. “Gyu?” You wave your small hand in his face, trying to get his expression to change from his child-like sulk.

“Oh, so it’s different when you want my attention.” He mutters so quietly you almost miss his words. Almost. You sigh as you plop down next to him on your shared bed.

“I was only teasing you this morning Gyu.” You explain, watching the way he side-eyes you and catching the hurt that pours out of them. “I didn’t mean to upset you…”

Mingyu feels guilty when your voice grows quieter, his resolve growing thin as he finally caves in and looks at you properly. And he can’t stand the picture of you before him. He can feel his heart fracturing from the way you stare down at your lap. You look so fragile like that.

“Baby.” Your breath hitches as your chin is tilted up by your boyfriend’s hand, your faces way closer than you’d expected them to be. He looks at you like you’re the only person in the entire world. And there’s no need for anymore words to be spoken before your lips collide and you melt into him completely.

The 8

“Did you just hear something?” Your body is frozen, trying not to move a muscle or make any noise as you listen. There’s always something eerie about being in the practice rooms after hours.

“(Y/N), relax.” Minghao cups your cheek. “Everyone went home hours ago.” You nod your head, telling yourself that Minghao’s right, you’re just being paranoid about getting caught.

It’s not like it would be a bad thing for people to find out that you and Minghao had been secretly seeing each other for the past month. It’s just, you’re not sure either of you are ready for all the inevitable questions his friends would ask about your relationship. You’ve not even had that discussion with him about that yet.

“You’re right.” You exhale. “Where were we?” You can’t help how your heart skips a beat as you watch the slow smirk stretch across his lips. “Oh yeah…” you minutely giggle as Minghao dips his head down to brush his lips against yours. Everything else instantly fizzes away and all the tension in your body melts.

But then you definitely hear something from a distance the resembles a door slamming and you jolt away from Minghao with wide, fearful eyes.

“Ok,” he sighs, “I’ll go check who that was.”

Minghao is barely able to take a step after turning around to face the door before you’ve grabbed onto his wrist with one of your hands.

“I’m not letting you go alone.” You state, threading your fingers through his. He smiles down at you affectionally before pulling you towards the door, ready to investigate - and possibly get caught - together.

Seungkwan

“Was that really necessary?” You try - and fail - to hide the amusement from your boyfriends silly antics. Yes, Seungkwan really did just smack your backside with his damp towel as he walked past you.

“Absolutely!” He grins, chucking said damp towel into the laundry basket by the door before making his way back towards you and enveloping you in a back hug.

You’re stood in front of the mirror, applying the final touches of makeup to your face, while you try to ignore the way Seungkwan watches from over your shoulder. It’s difficult to not get distracted by him when he looks like that and he knows your weakness for him when he’s fresh out of the shower, wet hair and little droplets of water glimmering on his skin.

“Maybe we should bail on the guys tonight and stay here?” You shake your head at the way Seungkwan wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“Kwan, you’re not gonna seduce me into ditching Mingyu’s birthday dinner.” You keep your tone firm, adamant on remaining focused; you’re not going to be teased by everyone the whole night for being late. That is until Seungkwan pinches your sides and you let out a yelp. Thank goodness you hadn’t begun applying any mascara yet; half a second later however…

“Ok, that’s it.” You turn to face your mischievous boyfriend, waving the mascara wand around in your hand. “No kisses for the whole night!”

Despite you’re attempts at scolding Seungkwan, he’s not even slightly threatened. Instead he simply raises a judging brow before picking you up by your waist and holding you in his arms, planting kisses all over your face while you feebly attempt to fight his hold. He continues until you’re both a laughing mess, tears of laughter spilling down your cheeks and getting ready long forgotten. Yeah, you’re definitely going to be late now.

Vernon

“Kiss me, baby.”

His lips are ghosting yours. But despite his endeavours to make you cave, you’re not quite ready to give in just yet.

Why won’t you kiss Vernon? Well that’s an easy question to answer.

You been hanging out since the morning and everything had been so normal, just like every other time you’ve hung out together. Just two best friends enjoying each others company. Until Vernon had told you about how the guys had been teasing him about your “friendship”.

You’d initially laughed it off and the topic would have been dropped if you hadn’t felt the need to make the jokey comment about how you could never see Vernon in that way, let alone take him seriously if he tried to kiss you…

You were surprised to say the least, when he’d taken a little offence to your words. Usually so laidback, it was like the thought of you not being able to see him in that way had flicked a switch within him and suddenly he was determined to change your mind. So for the whole day, Vernon has been trying his absolute best to get himself out of the friend zone.

“Just tell me to stop and I will.” You feel Vernon whisper into your lips and you have to resist every impulse you have to let your eyes flutter shut, even though there’s no use in really trying at this point.

Vernon gives you a few second to respond, to show him any sign that you don’t want him to continue. And when he finds none, you feel his lips stretch into a smile before, finally, connecting with yours softly.

Dino

You swear, the next time you see Seungkwan you’re gonna murder him. Why did he have to get all in your head about how clingy you are? And why did you let it affect you to the point where, when you bought it up to your boyfriend Chan, you felt so insecure when he didn’t immediately disagree? Of course, Chan didn’t agree with Seungkwan’s teasing statement either… but he still hesitated!

Meanwhile, your boyfriend thinks he might also murder Seungkwan when he next sees him too. Because it’s his fault that you refuse to show him affection in case you’re being too clingy. Poor Seungkwan. And poor, affection deprived Chan.

“Babe, one cuddle doesn’t make you a clingy person.” Chan tries to reason with you as you both prepare for bed together. He just misses your affection, considering you barely show him any when he’s with the guys. Which is practically all the time!

“Well that’s what you get for agreeing that I’m clingy.” You state matter of factly as you slip under the covers of your duvet.

“But I didn’t agree.” Chan tries to reason, following suit and snuggling under the covers. “How about a kiss? You have to kiss your boyfriend, it’s law.” You snicker at his silly reasoning.

“Oh really?” You raise a brow at him. “Would I go to jail if I don’t?”

“Yes.” Chan laughs along with you.

“I guess I have no choice then…” you half shrug, both of you smiling like idiots in love as you close the space between your faces until there’s nothing left.

[spotsandsocks]

Fuck it Friday

Tagged by @wikiangela @giddyupbuck @daffi-990 @tizniz @diazsdimples with amazing snippets go check them out

Beautiful cover by @ronordmann this was my first fic for one of Ro’s challenges and I’m so glad I joined in with it, I’ve had so much fun since and made a lovely friend (no pressure tags under cut if anyone wants to share today)

Felt like a fantasy theme for today’s FIF (and a bit of self promo for an older fic) I was particularly pleased with my use of Oliver’s tattoos in this fic 😆😆 and now he has so many more…

Once upon a time, that’s how it starts isn’t it.

Once upon a time, it’s how his sister started all the stories she read to him when he was little; a prince, a princess, a wizard, challenges to overcome true love and a happily ever after.

Well he’s a prince and he’s been waiting for his happily ever after, he’s been waiting for it for a long time now. He thought he’d found it in brown eyes that turned gold and a warm smile that made him feel seen like no one else ever had, but that was lost. Turns out you don’t get a happily ever after when you’ve been cursed, not even if you're a prince.

Eddie was the seventh child of a seventh child and that means magic. He was born on a night with a new moon, when the sky was illuminated by the stars and the rainbow colours of raw magic. The magic glowed and wove a pattern into the inky blackness, high above the cottage where his mother laboured to bring him into the world.

He took his first breath and his parents felt the magic gather around him and settle into his skin, his eyes turned gold then settled back to brown.

He grew as children do and he was four when the second prince was born and he was eleven when the first prince died, leaving behind a sister, heir to the throne and a brother, the younger prince, the one with a curse in his blood.

Of course Eddie doesn’t know anything about that yet, he’s just a child, but he won’t be forever and one day he’ll learn what was done to his prince, the man who will become his friend, the man he’ll love and lose when even all his magic isn’t enough to break a curse.

But that’s not now, that’s later.

His parents always said they hadn’t known what would happen. They’d gone to the fair folk with a sick child to ask for help. Their son and heir was dying and they needed a cure. All they did, they said, was ask for help, but there is always a price to pay for help from the fae.

A bargain was struck for a healthy child and the price agreed was something of equal value.

The queen hadn’t known, that’s what she said, again and again, she hadn’t known that there was already a life growing inside her, their third child.

The fae knew; it smiled before vanishing, sharp teeth flashing, eyes lingering on the queen’s stomach. That was when she understood what the price would be and she knew too that there was no purpose in becoming attached to something you’d already lost.

Nine moons passed and payment was due.

The creature that arrived to collect the fee was clearly not of this world, Its hair, midnight blue trailed down its back, skin the colour of moss glowed softly from within. There was no mistaking what they were or what they had come for. It was very beautiful, mesmerising and bewitching but in much the same way that a fire is beautiful and with the same risk.

The King and Queen accepted the inevitable and stood aside but his sister and the older prince said no, they stood together and tried to keep him safe, tried to keep him theirs.

The princess picked him up and held him close, lips pressed to his brow. Her love for him was new but already so strong. His brother stood before them both, young but brave and determined to keep the ones he loved safe, unsure what he could do but willing to try.

Their actions provoked laugher, bright and brittle it rattled round the hall. The fae found itself amused by the futile gesture of the young ones before it and being capricious in nature it changed its mind on what it wanted and the ripples of that decision were sent into the world.

The children shivered as a melodious voice, laced with cruel, mocking humour rang out.

“Such courage, such love, such a thing should have a reward so you may have him a while longer but you will remember the promise, who he really belongs to. When the moon is new you will not forget that he is already ours.”

So the children were given time and although it was not the intention they were also given a chance at changing his fate.

“25 years I think.” it said, amused, it could wait, 25 years after all was only a moment to the fae for whom time moved so differently but it was enough to cause trouble in the human world.

The princess and the oldest prince exchanged a glance, they were just children but they knew their brother had been given both a gift and a curse.

The beautiful face smiled but no glimmer of kindness could be found in it. The parting words left them cold.

“You love him now, think how much harder it will be to say goodbye then.”

The princess closed her eyes to hide her tears.

The king said nothing throughout it all, remaining silent on his throne, unable to look any of his children in the eye. He had made a bargain and although the price was high, the heir was worth it.

That was until the accident;because when the younger prince was just seven years old he lost his beloved brother anyway.

A fall from a horse; no magic, no curse. Just bad luck.

So in the end the kingdom was destined to lose both its princes anyway.

Except there’s that one chance, a gift of time; time to find someone who could help.

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SPOILERS!!!

"Loser Baby" frame analysis (3/3)

(With lyrics)

Red = Husk Pink = Angel Dust Purple = Both Normal = My commentary

[ANGEL DUST] You're a loser, baby

Angel is deflecting a bit here, testing the waters. He's oddly shy, maybe exposed. Husk's wing is somewhat extended behind him, the umbrella over Angel. Almost as if shielding Angel from more than the fictional rain. I know damn well we all know what sharing an umbrella means in most anime! And Angel's hand behind his head and lowered brows shows a bit of vulnerability with Husk. A shyness to show himself to the other.

[HUSK] A loser, but just maybe if we

(Scene is a little later than the line) Husk answers with no malice or offence. In fact, his voice is much softer here, comforting Angel.

[ANGEL DUST & HUSK] Eat shit together, things will end up differently

Now Angel holds out a hand to Husk like he did at the beginning of the song when they first sat side by side. And Husk Happily takes it.

[HUSK] It's time to lose your self-loathin'

Angel joins in vocals, happily embracing being a loser and dancing with no cares in the world. He's shed all his sadness and shame from before. And all the while, Husk sings to Angel, taking more pleasure in Angel being at ease. Enjoying that Angel is shedding all the negativity he had when he first fled the hotel. Angel isn't just the subject, but the star of the song.

Excuse yourself, let hope in, baby

He gives Angel all the room to bask in this revelation, and "let hope in". This could very well mean Husk off all people believes Angel will either improve, or Lucifer willing, make it out of Hell. He holds his hand out to Angel, and Angel takes it. As if making a deal to have a better mindset and accept the reality: 'The situation sucks, but now that we've addressed it, we can find a way for us (Angel) to find a way out.'

Play your card, be who you are

Another little moment, when Husk says "Baby", he pulls Angel close for a moment before continuing the dance. Angel seems to notice this. His face is very relaxed and he continues vocalizing. He doesn't want to leave this moment. He wants to keep it going.

Husk is encouraging Angel to embrace all of himself, while also pulling him closer to Husk, but only after he takes his hand again. Husk needs Angel to make the decision to take his hand. He wont force him. Be it friendship or a budding romance, Husk is there for Angel and all his quirks and kinks.

[ANGEL DUST & HUSK] A loser,

Angel is now fully supported by Husk, but our bartender doesn't mind a bit, a wing folded under Angel, a show of Husk willing to support him (bird wings be fragile, I'd imagine Husk could have discomfort with weight on them.) And Angel sees Husk. Husk is relaxed, eyes closed, supporting Angel's weight and Angel is relaxed and at ease, seeing Husk as a new friend.

just like--

Angel allows his eyes to shut, brows lowered, no wrinkles under his eyes or brow, voice soft in harmony with Husk. Both are relaxed, smiling. They are not alone.

And they open thier eyes. Voices soft and almost as if sharing a secret. Thier smiles are still in place, both at ease.

No masks.

*

Welp! I am going to be listening to this song on loop. 10 fucking years since the comic snippets came out, holy shit!

I'm so happy for Viv and the team and the fandom!

Thanks y'all!

[the-modern-typewriter]

Hi! I'm a brand new follower, so please forgive me if this has already been asked.

I found your page because of your short story The Blue Key. It was SO captivating from start to finish! There's plenty of debate about what's behind the door in the comments, and I'm happy to continue speculating along!

I want to be sure of something first: Is there a sequel? Or any kind of continuation?

I'm a writer myself, so I know that it can be very unsatisfying for YOU when a reader to ask for specificity when you have created a beautiful ending that is *deliberately* ambiguous. So I want to be clear- that's not what I'm asking!

I would just love to know if there are any other stories on your page that contribute to the *😈Lore😈* of it all.

Even if there isn't, is there a certain post you could point me to where I can find more of your short stories?

Thanks SO MUCH for your time and for sharing your talent!

Much love! Rock on!

Thank you!

No, there isn't a sequel or continuation. That was the intended ending :) (The Blue Key is here). I don't have anything really detailing the intended lore - it's based of the fairytale 'Bluebeard' and others like it, which are referenced in the story.

Other stories:

The Gallery of Broken Things (Frankenstein inspired)

Half Sick of Shadows (fey, wild hunt-esque)

The Art of Turning 30 (kinda Dorian Gray inspired)

And so they all lived happily ever after

My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose (mortal antagonises Aphrodite)

Microfiction about a fey and their human lover

Those five are all ones that I'd consider complete and were constructed in a way more similar to The Blue Key, i.e they weren't written as a writing snippet or scene. The Blue Key is my personal favourite though.

I also have a novel out; The God Key. (Though that's not fairytale based).

My page is also full of snippets and story scenes if you like enemies to lovers or fantasy. I'm also very slowly working on a fairytale-inspired collection, which includes The Blue Key.

I hope this helps!