#i'm sorry but this fit lives rent free in my mind

[crow-quills]

[Polar!YN] should be given a gun

Apex Polarity would be a one-shot in that case (ba dum tss)

[svtiddiess]

Louder Baby

Synopsis: You're with Seungcheol again, but this time, you're putting on a show for someone.

Pairing: Seungcheol x afab!stylist!reader ft. Jeonghan

Genre: smut, mini-series, fwb to lovers?

Rating: mature

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do this!), mentions of body fluids, exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral (fem receiving), breast play, creampie, mean dom!Cheol, sub!reader, lemme know if I missed anything!

Note: This is part of a three part series, reading part 1 and part 2 will help a lot with the context!

@tomodachiii she's here, I hope the ending is to your satisfaction. I'll miss this couple ngl.

@brownsugarbaybee wasn't expecting a part 3 were you baby?

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Why am I even here?

Was the first thought that rang through your mind as you stood outside, waiting for him to open the door. You tugged your hat lower and pulled your mask higher, paranoid that someone might recognise you. You shouldn't be here; you're not standing in front of some random person's apartment; you're standing in front of Choi Seungcheol's apartment. You shift from side to side, getting antsy.

This is a bad idea. I shoul-

Before you can finish your thought, the door swings open, and your heart skips a beat. There he is, the man who lives in your mind rent-free, Choi Seungcheol. He's wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a black fitted T-shirt, which makes your knees go weak. You almost moan at the sight.

"Hey baby, sorry to keep you waiting. C'mon in," he says as he steps to the side, flashing you a lazy smirk. You quickly shuffle in, keeping your head down. You look around his apartment and are pleasantly surprised to find everything so neat. You jump when you feel a pair of hands on your shoulders from behind.

"Calm down baby, no need to be so tense," he softly says as he rubs your arms in an attempt to calm you down. "I don't bite," he whispers as he shifts to move in front of you. He leans in close, his lips next to your ear. "Unless you want me to," he purrs, then leans back with a lopsided grin painting his face. You blush furiously and look away from him.

"You can ditch the hat and the mask. It's safe in here, promise," he says as he steps back, giving you room to catch your breath and remove the clothing items. You nod and slowly remove your hat and mask; you don't notice how Seungcheol's breath slightly hitches at the sight of you.

"Beautiful as always," he says as his eyes rake your figure, making you blush. "I'm glad you came. I didn't want our guest to be disappointed."

Wait, guest?

Before you could ask what he meant by that he leads you to what you assume is his bedroom. As you enter, your heart stills at the sight of the so-called 'guest' Seungcheol mentioned.

Yoon Jeonghan.

He's sitting on a sofa placed in the corner of the room, legs spread and a smirk on his face. You look towards Seungcheol for answers.

"Jeonghan said ever since he saw you that day he couldn't stop thinking about you," Seungcheol states as he gets closer to you and cups your face. "He said he wanted to watch you get fucked by me, so let's put on a show for him, shall we, baby?"

He waits for your reply, but when he doesn't get one, his smirk turns into a frown. "Hey, if you don't wanna do this, you can go back home. No one's forcing you to be here," he reassures you, gently caressing your cheek. Your eyes widen, and you shake your head. "N-No! I want…this," you shyly state, blush dusting your cheeks. Seungcheol smiles and gently guides your lips to his. His lips capture yours into a gentle kiss, different from last time.

The kiss slowly got rougher as you allowed Seungcheol to take control. His hands roam your body as he sucks on your bottom lip. You moan as you relax into his hold. He takes his time in savouring the kiss as, unlike the last time, he has all the time in the world to relish you. He separates his lips from yours and then attaches them to your neck, leaving marks as he starts guiding you to the bed. You couldn't help but let out soft whimpers when his teeth started digging into your skin, marking you as his.

He guides you to lie down on the bed with your legs hanging off. He grins as he shifts to kneel in front of you. Your breath hitches, and you instinctively close your legs together. Seungcheol stops you and pries your legs wide open with ease. "Uh-uh, I wanna taste you baby," he says, then starts undoing the button of your pants. You sit up, resting on your elbows, and bite your bottom lip as Seungcheol undresses your pants. You make brief eye contact with Jeonghan and couldn't help but blush and quickly look away which makes Jeonghan chuckle softly.

You let out a soft yelp and look back down at Seungcheol, who looks at you whilst biting your inner thigh whilst pouting, if that was even possible. He furrows his eyebrows as if to say, 'Pay attention to me,' and goes back to placing more marks on your inner thighs. You let out soft whimpers of his name and plead with him not to tease. You feel him smirk against your thigh, then shift to move towards your core. He hovers right infront of it but doesn't do anything; he just looks at you with a cocky expression. You let out a whine of frustration and buck your hips up, but he holds you down with a single hand on your lower stomach.

"Seungcheol, please," you whine, getting frustrated with his teasing. "Please, what, baby?" He cocks his head and pulls away even more frustrating you even further. "Please. I…I need your tongue," you mumble the last part.

"Hm? What was that? I couldn't hear you baby," he teases with a shit-eating grin on his face. "I need your tongue, please!" You almost yell, which makes Seungcheol chuckle.

He dives in and licks a stripe up your panty-clad core, moaning at the taste. You let out a moan at the feeling of some sort of relief. He continues to lick you through your panties, making your already wet panties even wetter. "Seungcheol, please," you whine.

"What is it baby? You asked for my tongue, and I'm giving it to you," he teases. You throw your head back and let out a frustrated whine, which only makes him laugh. "Maybe if you beg nicely…" he murmurs with a grin.

You start begging with tears of frustration pricking your eyes. You can hear him and Jeonghan laugh, which makes you blush hard but also makes you wetter. He then peels off your panties, making you squirm. "Make sure to scream my name out loud, baby," he says with a wink before diving in. You gasp and moan as you feel him suck on your clit. You grab onto Seungcheol's hair and tug, which makes him growl, sending vibrations through you. You moan his name out loud when his tongue starts prodding into you, lapping up all your juices. You make eye contact with Jeonghan and can't help but moan even louder; somehow, him watching you brings you closer to the edge.

Seungcheol noses your clit, and you cum, hard, legs closing around him, but he holds it open and continues to lap you up, driving your body into overstimulation. You whine at him to stop, and after a few more licks, he sits up; you almost cum a second time just looking at him, hair dishevelled and your juices dripping down his chin. He shifts to move on top of you and kisses you messily, making you taste yourself.

He separates from you and quickly discards any remaining clothing items separating the both of you. Your breath hitches at the sight of him fully naked. You run your hand down his well-built torso, almost drooling at the sight, making him smirk. "Like what you see, baby?" He asks cockily, causing you to blush.

He dives in, savouring your breasts, kneading and marking them, causing you to arch your back and moan his name. You moan and roll your eyes back when he slowly enters you. He gives you a moment to adjust to his huge size before starting to pound into you. You moan his name and grab onto his shoulders, digging into his skin and earning a hiss from him.

"Go on baby, tell Jeonghan how good I'm making you feel," he purrs in between thrusts. "So good, feel so full," you manage to whimper out, fuelling Seungcheol's ego.

"I'm the only one who can make you feel this way, right baby?" He asks, to which you attempt to answer but can only respond with broken moans.

Your eyes drift to where Jeonghan is sitting, and you can see his hard-on straining against his pants. You moan at the thought of the lewd scene taking place in the room, you getting ruthlessly fucked by Seungcheol as Jeonghan watches, the sounds of wet squelching and the smell of sex filling the room; it all brings you closer and closer to the edge.

"I'm close," you pant out. Seungcheol sneaks his hand down to your clit and rubs it in circles, tipping you over the edge. You squeeze around him, and your juices drip onto the bed. He continues to pound into you, chasing after his own high. He cums with a growl filling you up to the brim, your mixed fluids soaking the sheets below you.

You both take a minute to catch your breath. He looks into your eyes and gently caresses your cheek before leaning in to capture your lips into a tender kiss. You melt into the kiss, savouring the feeling of his soft lips against yours. He separates from the kiss and stares into your eyes, searching for something. Silence drapes the room; it feels as if the world has come to a pause to allow you to admire the man on top of you for just a little bit longer. You don't want to let go; you don't want this to end; you want to stay in his arms forever. Finally, he breaks the silence.

"Go out with me?"

[porkcutletbowl44]

Simon x Goth!Reader minishot🖤

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Warnings!: taxidermy mention, fluff 🕷️

Fem pronouns!

(I'm sorry if y'all hate this but this idea lives rent free in my brain! it's literally so cute and sweet)

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"Aye, my sis wants ta go to a rave... I ain't gonnae let mah sis go alone, so let's tag along!" Soap had told him, what Simon didn't know was how crowded it was. How loud everything was, the flashing lights, the music and how...different it was.

It was nothing like the places he was used to go. In the rave, people were jumping around, dancing carelessly to the rhythm of the song, shouting in excitement. It was so loud that he almost couldn't even think straight.

It was chaotic in a way he wasn't used to it, he wasn't even sure why Soap dragged him in this place. Why he would even agree to join Soap on this ridiculous adventure? Soap was very capable of watching over just one of his sisters.

He hated every single thing of it; it was overwhelming him. He never fit in any kind of gathering but this one was on a whole new level.

All those people in this place were acting careless and free, they acted like there wasn't a care in the world. He watched them from the corner of his eye, these people were so different than regular people on the street, in a pub, or even in a store. He even began wondering whether he was just getting too old for these kinds of things, not understanding this style and "lingo."

The music's beat was thumping through the stadium speakers, it vibrated across his body and practically raddled his jaw to his skull. It was almost impossible to ignore the sound, the way it made him pulse to the rhythm of the bass. The lights were flashing, sending all sorts of colors across his vision.

He could feel himself starting to feel warm, and he clenched his fists, trying to ignore the way his mind was wandering to ditch his teammate. He felt a slight irritation that Soap had forced him to be here, as if to prove to himself that he wasn't as 'boring' as he claimed to be.

But this was too much for his introverted and solitary self.

He shifted his gaze to look away from the crowd, and his eyes fell on you. Just to the far right, you stood calmly on the side lines nodding away with the music without a care in the world, in your own little bubble of content happiness.

He stared at you, and his eyebrows slightly twitched.

He couldn't get himself to look away from you, you looked so different yet the same to all those people around, so peaceful and calm, like an oasis of calm within the sea of frenzy. Even with your makeup of black and white, you looked so beautiful, something he has never seen before.

He felt his heart race, but he couldn't tell why. Maybe because you were alone? no, no...you weren't acting suspicious, why was he so nervous?

He comes over warily, unsure what to even say. You were dressed like everyone else too, the clothes, the makeup of white and black, bats and spider webs adoring your style. With each step, he felt his heart accelerate. Why? He didn't know. As he got closer, he observed how different you were from anyone he's ever seen.

He observed the way your eyes were outlined by black eye liner, the way your clothes wrapped your body, the way the silver jewelry shined against your neck and wrists.

He found it all attractive and fascinating for some reason.

He took a deep breath, clenching his fist as he approached. The thought of striking up even a casual conversation made him uncomfortable. But you were so captivating; something about you drew him in like a moth to a flame. He took a moment to study your style, the bats and spider webs, a crazy yet tame hairdo, your layered clothes of black and grey accentuating the aesthetic. Not to mention, it was hard to miss the little bones on your belt around your waist.

He swallowed the tension in his throat before he finally spoke, his voice a whisper over the music.

"Quiet corner you picked for yourself."

You looked over with a kind smile, your movements ceasing with your attention.

"It's less crowded, can see the stage better too." You pointed, but he could give a fuck less than to look over at the stage when you were standing right in front of him.

Your smile was enough to disarm him, and he found his tense shoulders relaxing. He nodded in acknowledgment of your words, the bright lights flashing over your persons in a strobing flash to the beat.

"Aye, less crowded," He murmured, trying to make small talk, but it felt unnatural to him.

"You come here often?"

You giggled with a hand over your lips, nodding. He thinks you might be blushing under the makeup.

"Every weekend! How about you?" You asked kindly, completely ignoring how Simon could literally be a fucking serial killer, completely shoving aside the fact this man was a man crossed over with a damn Ox and could literally tear a person limb from limb.

He found himself enjoying the sound of your laughter, the way you smiled in that infectious way, how you easily spoke to him as if he was another person you come across every day.

He tried his best not to sound as stiff as he normally did, but it was proving harder than he thought.

"Me?" He raised an eyebrow. "First time." He admitted, his voice a few notches above what it usually was. Maybe he shouldn't try and scare you, so far you've been polite.

"Really?" You exclaimed in surprise, eyeing him in curiosity. "I never would of guessed! I was just about to say how sick your mask is!" You kindly shouted over the music.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth at the compliment, his cheeks staring to simmer with low heat under his balaclava. He wasn't used to receiving compliments, much less on his choice of attire.

"Thanks," he replied, trying to sound casual, but he couldn't help feeling a little bit pleased.

"Most people just find it weird," he mumbled, running a hand over the mask, and secretly he was relieved that you seemed to like it.

"'Weird'? You're at a goth rave! Everyone is weird!" You brushed off so obviously, giving him a funny look. Not the bad kind, like he should know better, but like you were reassuring him.

He looked over the sea of peculiar faces around, all the odd individuals who seemed to revel in the strangeness of the moment.

"Guess you're right about that," he said, turning his attention back to you. "In that case, I guess I just blend right in."

"You do! Fit right in, no one would guess it's your first!" You agreed in a sweet voice.

He felt a warmth in his chest. It was strange to have someone, especially a literal stranger, make him feel so comfortable in a place that he was out of his element. And you were being so sweet, so genuine, not at all intimidated by his large and intimidating figure. You rambled about how they play good goth music here, asking if he's ever listened to any goth music or if maybe he could potentially find a band he'd like. He happily listened, not knowing what the fuck a "baby bat" was or what dance moves were what when you pointed to people in the crowd.

It was... nice, in a way he could hardly describe.

He smiled again, a small but genuine one this time.

"Thanks," he replied. He paused for a moment, then added, "I guess I owe Soap one."

He then realized that you had no idea who Soap was, also the strange look you give him, and nodding away to be polite. You don't even push it either.

"Soap's my friend," he explained, feeling embarrassed and awkward. "He's the one who dragged me here, against my will." His cheeks were positively blazing under his mask, thinking about how he was being such a git.

"Cool nickname!" You remarked casually, entertaining his conversation and lack of communication skills.

"Yeah, I guess it is," He agreed, thinking back on how strange Soap's callsign must sound to someone who had no context.

"It's actually a call sign," he added, trying to fill in the blanks for you. "We're both—" he broke off then, realizing he was about to reveal more than he should, to some random woman in a rave.

"Sorry, what was that?" You politely asked, leaning forward with a welcoming smile. The music was loud, the sound waves crashing against Simon's chest with every rhythm.

He paused, feeling a wave of hesitance at the question. He had let his guard down, and now he was almost about to give away sensitive information to a total stranger. But, maybe he didn't have to make is sensitive information, it's not like you were a spy or a terrorist. You were just a regular civilian, enjoying the weekend.

But he saw your smile, and he could sense the genuine curiosity in your voice, and he found himself unable to stop.

"We're both in the military," he finally admitted, keeping his voice low. "Special Forces, actually."

"No shit? That's awesome! Thanks for your service!"

Your enthusiasm and gratitude caught him off guard, and he found himself awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. He wasn't used to being thanked for what he did, and it made him feel a little more embarrassed.

"Cheers," he replied, feeling strangely bashful. "It's just a job, innit? Nothing special."

"Military is scary stuff, no? Takes guts." You giggled.

He chuckled at your assessment, feeling a little bit flattered.

"Aye, it's not for the faint-hearted," he conceded. "But it's nothing I can't handle." He flexed his biceps as he crosses his arm, as if to emphasize his own strength and toughness. Maybe he could impress you, make you swoon, and probably land a number or something.

You're so different, kind and carefree, so...unjudging.

"You must work hard!" You remarked.

"Every day, we train hard," he said, thinking back on all the endless drills, the early rising, and the exhausting exercises they went through, his second life in the gym.

He eyed you, taking in the way you seemed so unbothered by his intimidating figure.

"How about you? What do you do?" he asked, hoping to turn the conversation towards you.

He couldn't help it. You were so easy to talk to, so friendly, he just wanted to keep talking.

You sighed slightly, taking on a nonchalant stature and keeping your enthusiasm.

"I work in a oddity shop. Bones, wet specimens, framed insects and stuff."

He cocked his head to the side. Simon certainly wasn't expecting that, but it was fitting.

"An oddity shop?" He repeated, a mixture of amusement and curiosity in his tone. "Quite the choice of career. Unusual, innit?"

He couldn't help but wonder what kind of peculiar things you must deal with daily, and how comfortable you must be with the idea of death.

"It's peaceful, handling things that are forever at rest." You held up a charm around your neck, a small little bottle with something inside—

"This is my wolf spider specimen!"

He leaned closer to get a better look, now intrigued by the object around your neck. It...was a literal spider. Encased in some kind of resin or fluid.

"A spider," he noted, studying the small bottle carefully. "Looks...different, I reckon."

He couldn't help but think that the choice of a spider was a bit strange, but hey, who was he to judge? Everyone had their own quirks.

"And a scorpion," you'd show off your bracelet, a thick charm encasing a scorpion in its forever prison.

"A scorpion, eh?" he commented, half impressed and half creeped out. "Quite a few dead animals you got hangin' 'round you. Got any more?"

"Nope, but back at the shop we got this big ass jar holding a Fruit Bat." You emphasized with your hands, showing the size and shape with enthusiasm.

"A fruit bat, eh?" he repeated, trying to picture a jar holding such an animal, trying to imagine it with the demonstrated size you gave. "And big, too, by the looks of it."

He paused, then added, "Don't suppose you keep anything that's livin', do you?"

"I have a cat!" You mentioned kindly, "He's very much alive too;" you pulled out your little skull wallet, showing a picture of your black cat in one of the sleeves.

He hadn't expected to find something as adorable as a little black cat on your person, but then again, you seemed like a walking contradiction. Sweet, kind, and death-obsessed.

"Cute," he said, his voice suddenly softer as he studied the photo. "Looks like a little bundle of chaos incarnate."

He couldn't help but smile slightly when you showed him the picture of your cat. The contrast between the skull wallet and the cute cat photo was both amusing and endearing.

"What's its name, then?"

"Bones," you replied fondly.

He paused, imagining a cute cat named 'Bones'.

"Bones? Like the dead ones you keep in jars and stuff?" He teased, a smirk playing on his lips. "Seems a bit on the nose, eh?"

"It's cute!" You arguably protested.

He held his hands up in mock surrender, enjoying your playful banter.

"Alright, alright," he caved in, grinning beneath his mask. "It's cute, then. A cute cat with a weird owner who likes weird things."

Maybe it was fitting too, cats did bring dead things to their owners. Maybe your cat had brought a bunch of dead little animals for you to stuff in a jar, or keep the bones for work and that's how the little guy got his name.

"And yet you're still here talking to the weird owner." You teased.

He chuckled, feeling more and more relaxed by the second with your personality. He wasn't used to people being so unafraid of his intimidating presence.

"You got me there," he conceded, "Suppose I must be a little weird myself, then, to be standing here with a bird who keeps dead things as jewelry."

He found himself captivated by how carefree and unapologetic you were about your unique interests. It was refreshing and slightly mesmerizing to see someone so content in their own skin. You were so unabashedly yourself, completely unbothered by what others thought. It was a stark contrast to his own reserved and secretive demeanor, where he was always conscious of how he was perceived.

He found himself wanting to ask you more, more about you, more about your life. He wanted to understand how you could be so unapologetically yourself.

But he held back, afraid to delve too deeply.

You eyes widened, pointing at the sleeve of war-ridden tattoos on his skin.

"Nice tattoos! Skulls and shit? Yeah, you totally fit in!"

He looked slightly alarmed for a split second, before he relaxed and took your compliment.

"Yeah, skulls and stuff," he confirmed, trying to sound casual. "Got em' during my service in the military."

He glanced down at his sleeve, the intricate ink designs sprawling over his skin. It was a stark reminder of his past, one that he was reminded of every time he looked at them.

"Thanks," he replied, his voice a little rough. "I've got a few, I suppose."

He raised an eyebrow at your next comment, a little smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "Do I fit in, then? I thought I was sticking out like a sore thumb 'ere."

You laughed again, shooting your hand out and giving your name—kindly, gentle and welcoming.

He blinked at the suddenness of your gesture, and for a moment he hesitated. Sharing names felt oddly personal, like an unwarranted intimacy.

But your welcoming gesture and the way you introduced yourself so easily won him over. He reached out and took your hand, his own large and calloused hand enveloping yours completely.

The contrast between your small, soft hand and his rough, large one was jarring.

But there was something about you, something that made him feel at ease.

"Ghost," he responded.

You smirked slightly, nodding.

"Military stuff?" You asked.

"Military stuff," he confirmed, a smirk playing on his lips beneath the mask.

He appreciated your lack of probing, your willingness to let the conversation take a natural route. It was refreshing, to talk without feeling questioned or judged. He found himself feeling relaxed in your company, his usual guard lowering a bit.

"So, you like dark stuff, I wager?" he asked, gesturing to your oddity shop job and the accessories you wore.

"Seems like you also have a knack for it too," you pointed out, gesturing to your face to mirror his, the skull mask, tattoos, black war paint.

He chuckled, admiring your witty remark. You were observant; he had to give you that.

"Guess I do," he admitted, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Never thought about it like that before."

He ran a hand over his mask, feeling the ridges and bumps of the skull figure.

"I don't do it for fun, though. It's... practical."

"Why not make it fun?" You shrugged.

He paused for a moment, considering your casual response. Make it fun? He hadn't thought about it like that before.

"I suppose you could," he agreed, a note of curiosity in his voice. "But in my line of work, it's not always the best idea to draw attention."

He leaned forward slightly, a smirk on his lips. He feels comfortable now, gaining his confidence back.

"Besides, I don't think my superiors would appreciate it if I turned up to a mission in a skeleton onesie."

You giggled, shaking your head at the obscene thought. You fished out a card from your wallet, giving it to him.

"Come by the oddity shop. We have lots of accessories, maybe you can switch out the mask for another, we have tons of stuff."

He took the card from you, feeling an odd sense of warmth as your fingers brushed against his. He looked down at the card, reading the shop's name and address. He couldn't help but feel a sense of intrigue at your offer.

"Maybe I will," he replied with a sly innuendo, "Seems like you've got quite the variety. I'm not sure if I'd fit in with your other customers, though."

"Don't worry, I've had worse come through. The goth community embraces all weirdness and odd people." You smiled at him.

He chuckled at your casual reassurance. It was true, he figured; a shop like yours probably did attract a fair share of 'odd' characters. He found himself admiring your ability to make him feel at ease, despite the obvious oddities of your persona. You were unapologetic in your interests and unapologetic in how you dealt with others as well.

He tucked the card into a pocket, feeling a sense of curiosity he hadn't experienced in a long while. He let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. Here, in this weird and wonderful crowd, he felt like he could just... exist.

No stares, no whispers, no judgment—just acceptance of the strange and unusual. It was a strange, liberating feeling, to fit in somewhere he never expected. He allowed himself to relax a bit, his usual stiff stance softening slightly as he observed the quirky people around him.

He watched as a group of people with wildly colored hair and mismatched clothes gathered around and dance together, smooth, slow, yet wild movements. A girl with a buzzcut sporting a leather jacket and an array of piercings was talking amongst other people, holding up skull-themed earrings from her earlobe and giggling to herself.

A group of teenagers, all clad in black, were huddled together, trading bracelets and showing dance moves. This gothic music festival, with its dark and strange aura, was more welcoming than he expected...maybe he didn't dislike it so much after all. Here, amidst the sea of darkly dressed individuals, he felt a sense of acceptance he rarely experienced elsewhere.

He had thought he would stand out, a stark and stoic figure in the crowd, but the truth was quite different. Here, his oddities were just another part of the aesthetic, another shade amidst the shadows. Who would have thought he'd find such a sense of belonging in a sea of black clothes and alternative styles?

The atmosphere was different here, more inclusive and accepting. He wasn't singled out as an oddity; for once, he was just another face in the crowd. He decided to embrace the experience, allowing himself to enjoy the music and the company around him.

"You mentioned accessories," he said, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "You've got something that could outdo my mask, then?"

[sugarpopss]

Late Call

We're back Lee girlies I'm back on my corrupt sheriff shit. This so SO inspired by the lore for Lee and his post divorce with Flo girlypop written in the chat by yours truly and @bucknastysbabe and also I've had this google doc just...open in my tabs for ages. Here's the post for the dead motel I took the Plaza Lodge from.

fem!reader

Lee rarely responded to late night calls himself. One of the perks of being the sheriff-he got to go home at 7:30 and leave all of the idiots underneath him to deal with noise complaints and bar fights. Even if all Lee did with his free evenings was park his ass on the sofa and fill up with TV dinners and sodapop and packaged cookies, watch ‘I’ve Got a Secret’ and tug on his cock-it was still better than responding to hillbillies domestic disputes. 

It wasn’t uncommon to get calls from the apartment block his sister Sandy lived in, either. About ten years ago-when Lee had been a fresh-faced deputy with a wife and a plan and pants that fit-the building had been a motor lodge. Not a particularly nice one, but a functioning motor lodge nonetheless. The place hadn’t really started going downhill until they’d converted it into apartments. What did anyone expect? The rent was cheap, the building itself ill-maintained, and several of the residents seemed determined to make their units a welcoming home for all manner of pests. 

Units like Sandys. Christ, it made Lees eye twitch just thinking about the mess of her place. However much of the mess was his sisters and how much of it was the fault of her stinking pig of a husband was still up in the air. All of that to say-Lee wasn’t usually perturbed by calls from the apartment block. They were rarely a big deal. 

Despite knowing all of that-save the bits about Lee stuffing his face and jerking it to Bess Myerson-Willis still felt the need to call Lee up at nearly 11 o’ clock at night. Lee had been tempted to just not pick up the phone, but, well…he was the sheriff. He had certain responsibilities. Even if just hearing a voice from the station while he was at home made him want to groan. 

“I’m, uh, I’m sorry to bother you so late, Lee-” 

Really, everyone was meant to be calling him ‘Sheriff Bodecker’, but Lee wasn’t going to fight that battle at 11 at night. 

“You got a reason for buggin’ me like this? I don’t wanna spend my night chattin’ with you.” Maybe Lee was a little grumpy about being shaken out of his post-orgasm food coma. Maybe Lee was a little grumpy most of the time. 

“It’s just that a call came in from the Plaza Lodge, and I know that your sister lives down there , so I thought-” 

Lee didn’t even let the dispatcher finish. He was already annoyed that he’d had to haul himself up to answer the phone, and the movement had made the fullness of his stomach shift from ‘pleasantly full’ to ‘tight and queasy.. “I don’t need to go down there every time someone hears a goddamn bump. It’s a shithole. People call the police. Handle it.” 

“I know that, Lee, it’s just…” Willis was trying hard to justify the call. Pissing Lee off usually meant spending a shift out patrolling the county line, looking at skinny cattle and rusted out cars. “Well, the caller reported gunshots, and they said a woman was gettin’ all worked up and hysterical, so I thought maybe you’d want to know about it.” 

Alright, that did make a little knot of anxiety form in Lees chest. As tangled up and messy as his relationship with Sandy was, she was still his baby sister. If something was awfully wrong, he oughta be there. A sick, shameful part him-though not really that shameful-hoped that fucker Carl had finally put his hands on her; slapped her around or pushed her down the outdoor stairs. Something that wouldn’t hurt Sandy too badly, but would still let Lee finally get the son-of-a-bitch in handcuffs. Or even better-gunshots, agitated woman-Sandy had just snapped and shot Carl. Now that would be something worth getting up to see. 

With that in mind, Lee hung up on Willis while he was still talking and set to getting dressed and moving, and if he grabbed two Pepsis to drink on the way, that was his business. It was late, he needed the sugar to perk him up. 

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When Lee pulled up to what used to be the Plaza Motor Lodge, he was greeted with both disappointment and relief. There was only one cruiser in the parking lot, and the whole place was pretty quiet; just a couple of people standing out on their porches, smoking or sipping from chipped mugs, trying to look like they weren’t attempting to nose in on their neighbors. That at least ruled out Carl having gotten a bullet in his ugly forehead.  Considering that Sandys apartment was one of the dark ones, the bastard was likely actually warm and cozy in his bed-which Lee had no doubt was riddled with bed bugs. What a shame. 

The door to a ground floor unit was open, however, so that was likely where the problem was. He could’ve just gone home right then. But he was already there, and unexplained gunshots were pretty unusual in Meade. People out in the holler loved to fire shots off at all hours of the night for reasons only Jesus knew, but Lee liked to think that the center of the county was a little more civilized. 

He rapped his knuckles on the doorframe, but didn’t wait to be invited in-just did it to let the people inside know he was there. Deputy Howser was sat on the sofa, a notepad balanced on his knee. The other person-presumably the apartments tennant-was pacing the short distance between the front door and the kitchenette. Agitated? Definitely. Hysterical? Yet to be seen. 

“Sheriff Bodecker!” Howser didn’t stand to greet him, but did pat the spot on the sofa next to himself. “You’re gonna want to hear this, Sheriff. Pretty lady’s got a real story for you, huh?” 

The apartments tenant paused in her pacing to whirl on Howser like a jungle cat. “How about you try taking me fucking seriously?!” 

Lee sort of thought steam was going to start coming out of her ears. 

“I’m not the one shooting at ghosts, miss.” Howser said, raising his hands in mock surrender. 

Lee stepped farther into the room. For all of the shit he’d done as sheriff, he was pretty good at the actual minutiae of police work. He’d defused more fights and talked down more angry and panicked people than he could count. 

“Take it easy, sweetheart.” He said in his best ‘everything is okay, miss’ voice. “I know you-”

“I’m not your fucking sweetheart!”

The woman had whipped her head to him the moment it left his mouth. There were mascara tear tracks streaking her cheeks, but she didn’t look sad or scared, just pissed to hell. 

She kept going. 

“If one of y’all would just listen to me for one goddamn minute I could explain!” 

Lee sighed and sat down on the sofa. The deputy nudged him, smirking, and Lee realized that the idiot was going to be extraordinarily unhelpful in sorting this out. 

“Get out of here.” Lee told him. Howser didn’t even question it, likely glad to have one more thing cut from his night shift. Back to the station to sit around and drink burnt coffee with his finger up his ass, most likely. 

Once the deputy had gotten his skinny ass out of there, Lee leaned forward, elbows on his knees-ignoring how that position made his gut roll against his belt. He had bigger fish to fry. 

“Listen, miss.” He began. “I can see you’re pretty worked up, that’s no good. How about you take a breath n’ sit down n’ tell me what’s going on. I hear you were shooting at something?”

She held back for a few moments, then seemed to accept that Lee was the best she was going to get and sat down. With the woman on one end of the sofa and Lee on the other, she told the sheriff what had happened. 

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She wasn’t shooting at ghosts. Lee had figured as much from the start, but it was nice to have confirmation. What she had been shooting at-or rather, what she had shot at, as there had, in reality, only been one bullet fired-was a man. According to her, a man she worked with in one of the shabby little offices in the center of town had been following her home for a couple of days. She had looked through the front window and seen his car lingering in the parking lot, pulling up in front of her unit then pulling out again and looping the lot. So she’d gone into the mostly empty parking lot and fired once, just to scare him. “Just so he knew I had a gun.” she’d said. 

Lee scrubbed a hand over his face when she finished the story. Some men just didn’t know how to handle rejection. Not including Lee, of course. Why, he’d never been rejected by a woman! Not that he was pursuing many these days, after the whole mess of the divorce with Flo, but still. 

“I’m not gonna arrest you for being scared.” He said. He wasn’t. If he had really wanted to, he probably could’ve gotten her for disturbing the peace or unlawfully discharging a firearm, but he didn’t really want to. He’d let worse things slide than a pretty young woman taking her safety into her own hands. 

“What if I had someone stop by here on patrol tomorrow night? Stick around the parking lot for a bit, make sure no one who shouldn't be there is hanging around.” 

She looked away from him, worked her hands in her lap. A lot of the furious indignation in her had faded away, replaced by exhaustion and anxiety. 

“What about tonight?” She asked. 

A reasonable question, but one that had Lee sighing and falling back against the couch cushions. “Jesus Christ, miss.” 

What about that night? Sure, Lee could call Howser back up and have him watch for a bit, but the dumbass would probably just upset the lady again. And Lee was already there-now that he had been up and moving for a bit, the queasiness from earlier had pretty much abated. He wasn’t even feeling particularly tired. 

“I’ll stay for a while.” 

“Really?” She didn’t demure or simper about the big strong sheriff not needing to waste his time on a little thing like her-although it would’ve done wonders for his ego. She just raised her eyebrows, a bit bewildered but pretty accepting. 

Lee nodded, then pushed off his knees and stood. Sure, he’d stick around for a bit. He could finish the half a Pepsi sitting in his cruiser and make sure no one sketchy was hanging around. Well, as far as it pertained to this lady and her problem-if they went and hauled out every creep and scumbag from the Plaza Lodge Apartments they’d have half the tenants, Sandy and her no-good cradle snatcher of a husband included. 

“I’m already here. God knows there’s enough to keep an eye on around here.” 

That got a smile out of her, albeit a small one. If he had been about ten years younger, didn’t have an ex-wife with some truly awful stories about him, and his belt wasn’t biting into his lower belly something awful, Lee would’ve been thinking she was real pretty when she smiled. Even when she’d been snapping at Deputy Howser like a rabid dog, she wasn’t bad looking-just upset. 

“I…I really appreciate that, Sheriff Bodecker.” 

Oh, if Lee didn’t just love the sound of that! ‘Sheriff Bodecker’ said with respect like that was music to his ears. If only everyone referred to him like that, instead of ‘Lee’ this and ‘Lee’ that. 

“ ‘S no trouble. I’m used to late nights.” 

Lee didn’t even know he was trying to impress her until it came out of his mouth. It was a bit juvenile, sure, but the little smile didn’t drop from her face. And he was being truthful! Lee was used to late nights-it was just that he was usually meeting with Leroy or carrying out some of that chickenshit bastards pseudo-mafia business. Lee’s preference was to have his belly full, balls empty and ass in bed by 10pm. 

She cocked her head a little, which made her modern bubble hairstyle bob. Flo had wanted to get a haircut like that a couple of years ago, when it just started to show up in the fashion magazines that filtered in from Cincinnati, and Lee had told her that it would make her look like a bobblehead. By far not the worst thing he’d said to Flo, but it still wasn’t great-especially considering how  cute he was finding the same look on this lady. 

She just looked at Lee for a moment, apparently weighing his offer in her mind, then glanced towards the apartments little kitchenette. 

“I could make you a cup of coffee, if you’d like. Or, um, I have some leftover spaghetti, if you’re gonna be around…” 

“That’s alright. I’ll be right out there in the cruiser, stick around for a while and make sure your jackass doesn’t show back up.” Lee hooked a thumb back towards the front door, still standing open against the cool night air. 

“Okay.” She didn’t offer again. The lack of persistence in her offer stung Lees ego, just a little bit. It’d been a bit since a woman who didn’t reek like the sweat and stale beer had paid him more attention than an eye-fucking. Losing Flo really had tarnished his reputation, goddamn her and her suited-up lawyer with his fancy office in Dayton. If he’d really wanted to put up a fight, he could’ve accused Flo of sleeping with the bastard. She almost certainly hadn’t been, but it would’ve made the whole process a bit more inconvenient for her. Maybe that was a petty sort of win to want. Maybe Lee was the sort of man who wanted those wins anyway. 

And that was the end of it. 

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By around 1:45, Lee was dozing off in his cruiser. He’d finished off his room temperature Pepsi, smoked a cigarette, hummed the earworm theme song from 'Name That Tune' and smoked another cigarette. He’d opened and closed the glove box at least six times, contemplating the Chunky bar stowed in there. 

All while keeping an eye on the other cars in the parking lot, seeing if anyone was going to try to cause trouble. He doubted that the idiot who had been bothering little miss thing was going to show back up that night, but that didn’t mean other horseplay wouldn’t happen-though depending on what it was, Lee would have to let it go anyway. The girls down at the Tecumseh and a couple of illegal substances all fell under the umbrella of ‘things Lee let slide for cold hard cash’. 

The door of miss things unit opened up, light spilling out for just a moment. If Lee had turned his headlights on he could’ve gotten a look at what she was holding, but he also probably would’ve spooked her into dropping it. It didn’t matter anyway, because she came right up to his drivers side window. He’d left it rolled down after the first cigarette. It was a nice night for May. 

She offered him a steaming mug with a cartoon cardinal painted on it. The aroma of coffee hit him instantly-good, fresh coffee, not like the shit at the station that comes out burnt then sits in the pot for hours. 

“It’s been a bit. I figured you’d take me up on this, now.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” Lee responded, taking the mug. Their hands didn’t touch, though to be fair, the only person who did much touching on Lee those days was himself. 

The coffee was strong and sweet, just how Lee liked it. So she could at least make a good cup of coffee, and really…wasn’t at all bad looking with the tear tracks washed off her face. No Bess Myerson, but that was a high bar. She was plenty attractive for a town like Meade-and a man like Lee. 

A lot of things could be good enough for a man like Lee.

[hippolotamus]

hi hippo dear, i want to know any and everything you can tell me about the mirror ball fic!! she lives in my mind rent free and i think about her often 😍🩵

Hello dearest!!! For you I have a snippet that I hope tides you over for a bit (or makes it worse... in that case, I'm sorry). And Thank You so much for your support and enthusiasm for this WIP. It means the world to me 💞

His eyelids flutter closed when Arsen runs the pad of his thumb over Eddie’s lower lip, so dangerously close that Eddie could suck it into his mouth, scrape his teeth across the swirl and loop patterns. Arsen’s thumb trails down his chin, joining the other digits in sweeping along his jawline, following the curve of his neck, and skimming over the collar of his fitted black tee.  Arsen moves in a slow circle around him, maintaining contact over the ridges of his spine, lightly pressing down the v of his collarbone only to repeat the motion up the other half, a tingling, fizzing line of sparks left in its wake. One hand settles on each shoulder, giving him a split second to register the solid weight behind him before both palms slide over his biceps, forearms, his wrists until their hands overlap and their fingers could easily tangle together.  Arsen releases a breathy sigh next to the shell of Eddie’s ear, his lips ghosting along the sensitive skin there before his hands sweep inward, grazing close to Eddie’s belt buckle, dragging up his ribs and pecs.  Eddie bites his lip to keep from whimpering. Everywhere Arsen touches feels foreign, new. As if Eddie’s reverted to a hormone driven teenager that’s never intimately come in contact with another human in his life. It’s electric and torturous, making him squirm with the desire to reciprocate. He doesn’t even know how, but he aches to be given a chance. Thinks his body has some innate set of instructions that could take over as long as he didn’t pause to think or be self conscious about how none of this is familiar, yet feels too natural not to be.

[dreamchasernina]

I'M ACTUALLY LOOSING MY WHOLE ASS MIND Your post popped into my dashboard so i liked it and came to send you an ask and ended up accidentally scrolling down to see the-badger-mole on the one it was referencing💀I've seen him and the sokkastyles person someone mentioned around before a lot on pro Kataang/anti Zutara posts jfc,Aang's really living in their heads rent free like they are OBSSESED.Also 'wonder where you got that entitlement towards women from' is crazyyyyy,do they think is a booktook novel instead of a blogging website???

Anyway!!I'm sorry this happened and i offer you a Katara plush i saved on pinterest a while back as compensation

Aaaawwww that’s so nice! You just completely cleansed by soul THANK YOU!

That women line was hilarious as if I’m not a woman myself who is just fed up with their misogyny towards Katara for a stupid ship. Ship whoever you want, I don’t give a shit, but don’t turn Katara into some sort of damsel in distress to fit your narrative. Booktok has really done a number on the society huh

Also I’m so glad a none-white version of the Katara plushie exists cause I’ve only seen those and they’re horrifying lol

[rottenraccoons]

Hellooo! This isn't really a question, I'm very sorry to put it here, I'm kinda new to tumblr and I don't know how things work around here. I just saw this as a way to communicate with the devs so please forgive me lol.

I just wanted to say that I absolutely love Obscura and I can't wait for the next chapter to come - I need it more than I need to breathe at this point. I found the game on itch.io two weeks ago and it's been living in my mind rent-free since. I can't get enough of that damn priest, I'll never forget how I actually frickin drooled when I first met him in game, god I need help 😭😭 AND THE SCENE WITH HIM AT THE END ARGHHFHEG what a transcendental experience, I could ramble about it til the heat death of the universe aughhegdhej 😭

Anyway, thank you very very very very very much to all of the team for making this game. I adore it with all my heart, from the characters, to the writing, the music and the heavy, mysterious atmosphere that permeates the game, it's all so perfectly delicious.

Thank you again, sending you love and good vibes (and lots of tasty trash!!)!! 🙇‍♂️💞

"What an honour to have consumed your thoughts so intensely. It's a look that suits you well, little star."

"However, you shouldn't say things that you don't mean. Need us more than you need to breathe? Then surely you won't mind me taking away that breathing when I see fit, hmm?"

[Thank you for this lovely comment, nonny!! Melted our hearts ♥ The vibes have been well received and we'll keep at it!]

[ner5y]

@notherpuppet's role reversal lyrics for Hazbin Hotel songs have lived in my head rent free, so I wrote my own rendition of "Ready For This"!

Looking over this again, there are noticeable areas for improvement, but this is my first time writing lyrics.

Maybe I'll make a karaoke style video to show where each syllable fits into the song!

Here's the original post this was inspired by

Alastor: Have you ever wanted something

That was so clear in your mind

That you could taste it?

Exorcist 1: (Spoken) You mean like ice-cream for a friend?

Alastor: (Spoken) Ha! No

It's a feeling like a roaring

In your heart that you could find

If you just faced it

Stand up against the fray and well,

I'll just come out and say it

For the first time in my life

I know that I am ready for this

and to that heavy thrum, I'll lead you from the front

I can't do this on my own

Throughout, history has shown

That our legends never won their wars alone!

I know the burden may be great,

But with your help, I'm sure we'll take the weight!

Aren't you tired of your power and authority so easily belittled?

Exorcist 2: (Spoken) Maybe if we just talked it out-

Alastor: (Spoken) ugh, Face it!

Those in hell will never listen,

Now's the time they feel their rotten egos crippled!

They'll find their power rippled

(Spoken) And yours tripled!

Don't you want to see those bastards set alight?

Join up now, prepare to travel

Onwards to a glorious battle!

Time to steel your nerves, jump in and join the fight!

Set all that hidden bloodlust free

Follow me

And we'll divide and conquer,

Their heads upon a stake!

Charlie: Just think of all the new friends you could make!

Alastor: (Spoken) Christ's sake…

Exorcist 1: (Spoken) New friends? I'm in!

Exorcist 2: (Spoken) Oh, woah!

Exorcist 3: (Spoken) I'm so lonely!

Exorcists: It's time now to act

They're on the attack

When they move to strike

We won't stall striking back!

We'll follow with glee

We can't wait to see

The new friends we'll meet

On this hellish retreat!

Though your lust for blood is something we abhor,

We will help you fight the fight and win the war!

Those overlords won't stand a chance against our light brigade

So we say, "hip hooray!" we will join in your crusade!

Alastor: Hey now, that's the spirit! Can we amp it up?

Vaggie: (Spoken) Oi!

Do not take their jubilation

For easy manipulation!

Alastor: But if I could take their rage and build it up-

Vaggie: (Spoken) Hey, kid!

They're no demons, but they're tough!

Alastor: Fair enough…

Alastor and Vaggie: We are forever thankful for your bravery and aid!

Exorcists: We can't wait to meet the new friends we'll have made!

Alastor: (Spoken) oookay…

For the first time in my life,

I'm going to be ready for this

Ready to be their marshall, leading the parade

They're quite affable, I know,

But I'll help their rage to grow!

Until they're an army ready for the fro!

Though not the most intimidating,

I can help them fix their sorry state!

Vaggie: They're dancing along

They're singing his song!

Charlie: Surprised? Why, I knew he could do it all along!

Vaggie: although his motivations are a little harsh…

Charlie: His confidence will surely help him lead this march!

And I will be the one to heal him of his blight

Vaggie: Fine I'm in!

Charlie and Vaggie: Stick with him, he will surely see the light!

Exorcists and Alastor: For the first time in our lives

We know that we are ready for this!

Exorcists: We'll show them their most righteous battle yet!

Exorcists: We will gladly lend a hand!

Alastor: I will finally take a stand!

Against those sinners and their deadly threat!

All: We'll be the victors in this war

And once it's over, we'll restore

Authority, we're ready for

War!

Alastor: I really hope they're strong enough for this…

[theysaidhush]

Can you do Han jisung in a skirt again?

Jisung loves watching your head bob under his skirt (it's so hot pls)

Of course I can, he lives in my mind rent free ugh. I want you to picture blowing offJisung while he's wearing a skirt. (Not proofread I'm too lazy but genuinely sorry)

Since the last time, when you both experienced one of the best orgasm ever, Jisung knew that he had to wear a skirt again. Dress up pretty for you and him. Like, I can just picture him in those high boots and a cute black skirt disappearing under his oversized sweater.

Some context, you were both going shopping and stumbled across a nice shop with plenty of clothes that you both like. Istg dude would pick that pretty skirt, eyes glowing, and then drag you to the restroom, telling the nice lady that it was for you. No need to say it was for him but she doesn't need to know that.

You tried really hard to mufle your laugh at his pouty and embarrassed face as he's slipping off his pants, putting on the beautiful skirt. You would stop laughing immediately, staring at his bare legs as he's doing that anime girl thing, fidgeting and asking you how it looks on him. But he was just being mean, he knew that now you were horny, sooo horny, but you were a shy bean, so he also knew that you would not take action.

Jisung, confidence overflowing with the knowledge that he was a pretty boy, would throw himself at you, grabbing your cheeks as he's kissing you desperately, telling you that you shouldn't hold yourself back, that he was going to be nice and quiet for you, and you snapped. Who wouldn't ? It's Han Jisung in a skirt...damn. You would kiss him back and push him until he's sitting on the small chair in the fitting room and then get on your knees, looking at him with the look. He would nod and take his phone off his coat's pocket and proceed to film you as you slide his boxer down his legs. Jisungie would be so hard that his dick would pock through the skirt, whipping up the light skirt. He would proceed to film you as you lick your lips, your head disappearing under the black skirt a second after. Jisung would definitely find this hot, seeing just your hair as you're bobbing your head up and down, the skirt sliding each time on the back of your head.

Jisung would muffle his groans in his fist, tears welling up at the mere sight you were granting him with. His hand holding the phone would shake like in one of those bad porno video and his hips would thrust into your warm mouth as you whimper at the feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat. He did not even lasted a few minutes before he filled your mouth with his hot cum, splattering thick rope of your cum down your throat. And you gulp, swallowing all of of it because you obviously can't soil the fitting room that people will use after you. The last thing that would be seen in the video is you opening your mouth wide, showing that you drank all of the cum he gave you.

When you finally left the bathroom you both smiled to the lady who did not suspect a single thing and went to buy the skirt - for you, of course.

[naavispider]

Hope this isn’t too random, but a super fluffy idea popped into my head recently and I thought you’d like it:

Remember how in “If you playin me”, Spider likes to play old music on his Ukulele? (or was it a guitar?)

What if he started playing a song that he only knows the notes for, but it happens to be one of Quaritch’s favorite songs, so he starts humming, then hesitantly signing the lyrics, all while Spider can’t believe his ears.

I thought of this while hearing the song “I Walk the Line”, since it gave me Quaritch vibes, but there are a lot of songs that could work.

Anyways, sorry again if this is random, but your fics literally live rent free in my head!

Hey! I am so sorry it's taken me so long to reply! You're right it was a ukulele! 💞 I'd not listened to this song before, but now I have and I love it!

Spider strummed the first chord experimentally, listening to the sound thoughtfully before figuring out a strumming pattern that fit. He had a song in mind, but he hadn't played it in years. He could barely remember the words, but the plucking pattern was so distinctive that once the melody had reoccurred in his mind, he couldn't get it out of his head. He experimented plucking until he found the right sound, and began to hum the tune softly.

He was in a secluded spot near the clearing, passing the time while the rest of the squad cooked the yerik that they'd caught earlier that day. He wasn't supposed to go beyond the treeline, but Spider figured Quaritch wouldn't be too pressed that he'd strayed a little further than normal. He just wanted some privacy.

So it was with a gasp that he spun around at the sound of Quaritch's voice behind him. Immediately he stopped playing, begging his human skin not to flush with embarassment. He hated being snuck up upon.

"Why d'you stop?" Quaritch chuckled softly, eyeing him with what Spider assumed was a patronising glance.

Spider huffed. "Some jackass interrupted me." He turned back around on his fallen tree trunk, showing the Colonel his back and hoping he'd take the hint.

He waited, expecting Quaritch to make a snarky retort and head back to the fire, but there was no sound of movement. Annoyed, he turned back around. "What?"

Quaritch had taken a seat on a different log, with an expectant look on his face. "I'm waiting for you to continue," he said.

Spider laughed sarcastically. "Yeah. Okay. Wait all night then."

"Did you forget the words?" Quaritch asked.

Spider was so disarmed by the question, it took him a moment to form a response. "What? No." What was the guy's problem? Spider just wanted to be left alone.

What happened next was so unexpected that Spider didn't quite know how to feel about it. Quaritch spoke the words that Spider had been searching for ever since the damn melody swam its way back from his memory.

"I keep a close watch on this heart of mine, I keep my eyes wide open all the time I keep the ends out for the tie that binds Because you're mine, I walk the line..."

Spider was shocked. "How do you know that?"

Quaritch laughed. "Am I not allowed to enjoy music? Johnny Cash was a great artist."

Spider threw him a look of utter annoyance. He'd always liked this song. He wasn't sure when he first heard it, but it was wayyy back in his childhood. The fact that Quaritch also liked it? That wasn't fair.

He sniffed. "It's pretty boring, actually."

"Is that why you've been trying to play it for the past hour?"

Spider sighed, bringing a hand up to run it through his hair. The man was too much. "Will you leave me alone or not?" The sounds of the recoms chatting shit around the fire and laughing at Mansk's new roasting suggestions beckoned them both to return.

"Sure, kid," Quaritch rumbled, though not before pausing for a moment to ruffle Spider's hair, successfully displacing the locs he'd just tried to smooth down.

Spider let his scowl reply for him, biting back a retort as Quaritch left him to it, traipsing back through the undergrowth to the centre of camp. He waited until he was definitely back out of earshot before returning to the ukulele.

"I keep a close watch on this heart of mine..."

[gyoobies]

Flower Boy

It's been 3000 years since my last post, but Jungwoo still lives rent free!

Pairing: Jungwoo x Fem Reader

Genre: Mostly fluff

Warnings: none really, implied smut.

MINORS DNI!

Summary: You develop a crush on the flower deliveryman. <- That's all I got. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Partially proofed as usual. ✌🏾🤞🏾

---------> <3

You were utterly fed up with your ex bombarding you with random gifts trying to win you back. You'd been abroad for work for over a year and you'd parted ways 2 months before then, so he wasn't even a recent Ex, but if you had to guess you'd say bumping into him while wearing a dress that fit like a glove when you were out for drinks with a friend probably reminded him of what he once had the privilege of ever experiencing. You'd paid good money while away to make sure your place was well maintained in your absence, but now with the constant gift deliveries you had started to wonder if selling your place before you left and finding a new place when you came back would have been a better option. 

However there was one good thing about this annoying bombardment of gifts, every Wednesday for the past month, like clockwork he'd have a bouquet of roses delivered to your home at 5pm. The roses while nice, weren't what you looked forward to, it was the flower deliveryman. Tall, sweet, and funny, he was the highlight of this whole situation. The first time the flowers were delivered, you had been out with a friend so you never saw the deliveryman, and had every intention of calling to request that any future deliveries be canceled in case he planned to send more flowers, but you were so busy it slipped your mind. The 2nd time you were home. Not expecting anyone, you checked the door cam, irked to see a deliveryman with bouquet of roses so big you could barely see the guy's face. You sighed as you hit the microphone button on the intercom.

"You can leave them at the door."

"I'm sorry, but the sender has requested a signature." He said as he stooped to put the flowers down, making it easier for him to get his tablet ready for your signature.

You were annoyed but it wasn't this guy's fault your ex was sending you flowers, so you begrudgingly opened the door.

"I'm really sorry but the sender wasn't happy that I left them at the door last time." He said as he stood up from where he had place the flowers, and the minute your eyes met you felt an immediate attraction to him, from then on you looked forward to your weekly flower delivery by the tall flower boy with sweet smile, Jungwoo.

Three face to face deliveries, and conversations that extended way past the necessary delivery time, and you were smitten, but no closer to going on a date with him. Not surprising, he was under the impression that you were being seriously courted and he was way too sweet to step on anyone's toes. If you wanted him to know you were available you'd have to be an adult, cancel all future deliveries from your ex and ask him out, exactly what you were currently on your way to do. You took in the cute exterior of the little shop, pleased to see Jungwoo standing behind the counter talking to who you assumed to be his coworker. You were just about to get out of your car when a woman entered the shop, and rush right over to Jungwoo.  He seemed a bit taken back by his sudden visitor but quickly excused himself from the counter and disappeared into what you could only assume was the employee break area. You were extremely disappointed, but you'd have to sulk about it later, right now you still had orders to cancel. 

The little bell over the door chimed when you entered the shop, grabbing the attention of the man Jungwoo had been chatting with. You had to admit his cute smile and dimples helped lighten your mood a bit as he greeted you.

"Welcome, how may I help you?" He asked, smile never leaving his face until you told him what you needed.

"I'd like to cancel any future orders going to my address."

"Oh! May I have your ID so I can look up any existing orders? Is there something wrong with the flowers?"

"No, not with the flowers, it's just, my ex is trying to get me back and I'm not interested, it's clear he never paid attention to the things I like because roses aren't even one my favorite flowers."

"I see, so what are? If you don't mind me asking" He questioned while his fingers clicked away on the keyboard, looking up your information. 

"I love lots, but Sunflowers, Daffodils and Camellias are in the top."

"Fitting." He mumbled. "OK, you're all set! I canceled all future deliveries and sent an 

email notice of cancelation to the sender." He handed back your ID, and you wanted to question him on what he meant by "fitting" but you didn't want to risk bumping into Jungwoo and who you assumed was his girlfriend, so you quickly thanked the man for his help and rushed back to your car. 

You had already left when the girl Jungwoo had disappeared with stormed out of the back room and out the shop. Startled by the door suddenly bursting open Jaehyun immediately looked up to see a soaking wet Jungwoo attempting to dry himself with a hand full of napkins as he exited the room.

"What happened?" 

"She asked me out on a second date. I told 

her that I had fun on our first date but I didn't feel a connection."

"So she threw water at you for being honest?"

"She said if I wasn't actually interested I shouldn't have matched with her online. When I told her I don't think she understood that matching just means you want to get to know the person better not that you're now in a relationship, she took the flowers out of the vase that was on the table and threw the water in my face."

" Yikes! Well, I guess you dodged a bullet there." Jaehyun laughed.

"Yea, well, I better start on that weekly rose arrangement to deliver tomorrow." Jungwoo said with a slight smile blooming 

on his face.

"Don't bother. It was canceled." Jaehyun responded with a chuckle as he watched the color drain from his friend's face.

"What?!"

"Yea, I think he finally won her back."

Jungwoo's shoulders immediately slumped, he had missed his chance and just the thought of never seeing you again was weighing him down. 

Noticing his friends bleak expression Jaehyun decided to tell the truth.

"Please stop pouting! She didn't take him back. She came in just after you went to the back with that lunatic and canceled all future orders. She said she's not interested in getting back with him. Apparently he never really paid attention to the small things in their relationship and his constant rose bouquet deliveries is proof of that because those aren't even her favorite."

"You're so mean! Why would you lie about that!?"

"So that you finally have the courage to ask her out by remembering how you felt when you thought your chance slipped away."

"You don't know that I didn't already have courage!"

"Yea thats why even though you two talk for an extra 30 minutes every time you deliver to her, you still haven't made a move." Jaehyun scoffed.

"What should I do? Deliver the roses and pretend I didn't  know so I have and excuse to go to her place?" Jungwoo pouted at his friend looking for guidance.

"Or you could make a bouquet of her favorite flowers and deliver those and ask her out."

"How would I even kno-? Jungwoo didn't even have time to finish his question before Jaehyun was pushing a pen and paper into his hands and began ratteling off different flowers. Shocked and a bit confused he questioned how Jaehyun knew.

"When she told me why she was canceling and that roses weren't even her favorite, I 

asked her which flowers were." He said with a sly grin plastered on his face."You're welcome. Now make the bouquet and take them to her."

"RIGHT NOW?! But a storm is coming in."

"Exactly! Think about how romantic it'll be. Now hurry up. I'll take care of all the closing tasks." 

Jaehyun watched as his friend place a delicate glass vase with a pale pink tint on the counter. He smiled to himself as he watched his nervous friend frantically gather all the flowers listed, before finally deciding to focus on the closing duties.

The entire drive to your place Jungwoo was a ball of nerves. He spent most of the ride trying to decide what to say and the rest of the time imagining various outcomes. The best outcome would be he asks you out on a date and you say yes, the worst outcome would be you laughing in his face. He wasn't sure why that scenario even existed in his head, you definitely weren't the type of person to be so cruel  but he wanted to prepare himself for every possible outcome.

You loved thunderstorms, something about them just felt comforting, like the rain could wash away anything unwanted and leave a clean space for new possibilities. You couldn't deny you were still pretty disappointed about Jungwoo having a girlfriend but the relaxing shower you took when you got home, and new lounge set you picked up, paired with the thunderstorm that was rolling in made the disappointment a bit easier to swallow. You lit a few candles before strolling over to your kitchen, mentally thanking yourself for picking up dinner before going home because you weren't really in the mood to cook, but as you looked at your takeout spread across your kitchen island you realized you had gotten a bit carried away when you placed your order. Maybe you were subconsciously planning to eat your feelings. Just as you had grabbed your plate you heard the first soft rumble of thunder followed by the ring of your doorbell. You weren't expecting anyone, so you quickly opened the doorbell app on your phone to see who it was. Your heart thumped quickly as you immediately recognized who it was even though his back was turned to the camera. You watch only for a moment as he shifted his weight from side to side at your door. You put your plate on the counter and made your way over to the door, giving yourself a once over in the mirror that hung on your entry wall before opening it. 

"Jungwoo?" You called softly. "What are you doing here?"

Jungwoo spun around so fast, he nearly lost his balance. His eyes immediately focused on you, taking in your appearance in great detail. Hair pulled up into a ponytail at the crown of your head with a few stray curls that  seem to have just missed being caught when you put your hair up gently framing  your face.  Your face was clean from any signs of the makeup you had worn that day and somehow you looked even more beautiful this way. He studied your attire, soft lavender tee and shorts that hugged your body beautifully, with a small lace trim that accented the neckline and a knee length duster that matched. Realizing you were standing before him in what looked to him to be something you'd wear with a significant other, he began to blush before  he noticed the dim lighting inside and the lit candles on your coffee table, his heart sank believing he'd interrupted something. You furrowed your brows as you watched him go from what you assumed was him eyeing you to trying to figure what the hell he was staring at behind you.

"Ummmm, hello!" You said while waving 

your hand in front of his face to bring his attention back to you.

"Oh! Hi, sorry, I-" He stumbled over his words before tilting his head back and taking a deep breath to compose himself.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to bring you these." he gestured to the box in his hand that almost matched you perfectly . "I didn't mean to interrupt."

"Interrupt?" You questioned as you looked back over your shoulder finally understanding what he was thinking.

"Oh! You pushed your door wide open to reveal your entire living room to him.  "you're not interrupting anything." You giggled. "But, what are you doing here? I canceled all the flower deliveries earlier today."

Jungwoo grew more nervous with you now completely focused on him.

"Well, I- " He felt so silly, he'd talked to you effortlessly all the other times he'd made deliveries why now was it so hard to tell you how he felt? Luckily for him a loud clap of thunder caused you both to startle and jolted him into his senses. He opened the top of the box to reveal a beautiful flower arrangement composed of almost all of your favorite flowers.

"I know you canceled all the rose deliveries from your ex, but this is from me." He stated confidently. "I've liked you from the very first delivery and as badly as I wanted to ask you out I knew I shouldn't try to steal someone's girlfriend, so I setteled for chatting with you over the rose bouquets I  was  delivering on behalf of another man."

You mindlessly smiled while listening to his confession, admiring how perfectly he arranged the bouquet, gently stroking one of the petals of a sunflower. 

"Can I ask you something? I know I'm just your flower delivery boy but why didn't you tell me you were canceling all his deliveries? I know it's not my business it's just-" he paused as you gave him your full attention finally ignoring the flowers he was holding. "I just thought we were close enough that you'd tell me. I'm so sorry, I'm being stupid, im just the delivery guy. I should go, I'm sorry for bothering  you." He rattled off starting to feel a bit insecure, but before he could take one step away, what you said next stopped him almost immediately.  "You're right. I did feel that we had grown close enough  that I should let you know that I was going to cancel all his future deliveries, I even had planned to ask if maybe you wanted to go out sometime,"  Jungwoo could feel a small smile creeping onto his face at your admission until... "But when I got to the flower shop I saw you and your coworker, and then I saw a woman enter the store and head straight for you." Jungwoo felt his heart sink he knew now, why you hadn't told him about the cancelation. "I can't lie, I'm not really sure why you're here confessing to me with my favorite flowers, which I assume you know are my favorites because of my conversation with your coworker, if you have a  girlfriend."

"I don't!" he blurted out. "I mean, I was kind of seeing her, we chatted on the phone and I took her out once, just to get to know her. Once I'd met up with her for our date, it was pretty evident that we weren't  compatible, but I guess she didn't see it.  Maybe it was a lot easier for me to see because I met someone that I feel is perfect for me." He gave a small, shy smile to you before continuing. "When she came in today I took her to the back so we could talk privately. I explained to her what I felt & that we weren't a great match, she did not take it well and I ended up getting doused with dirty vase water."

Just as he finished telling you what happened in detail,  same as he'd told Jaehyun earlier, a flash of lightning behind him was so bright it illuminated the entire neighborhood and the crack of thunder that followed was so loud you could have sworn it shook your home. You quickly pulled Jungwoo closer on instinct as the rain started to pour in buckets from the sky. If it hadn't been for the box of flowers he was still holding you'd probably have pulled him against you.

"It's getting really bad out, come inside and wait out the storm with me." 

Jungwoo's heart beat madly as he  stepped inside. You closed the door before  taking the flowers from him to place them on your counter so he could remove his shoes. As you admired the flowers inside the box Jungwoo rushed over to remove them, revealing the pretty pink vase they were sitting in.

"So, is it safe to say you've told your coworker about me?"

Jungwoo's eyes got big, at your statement. Before he could respond you continued. 

"It's kind of obvious. How else would you know my favorite flowers? And seeing as he made it a point to ask what they were, I can only assume it was so he could tell you." You turned your attention from the flowers to look at Jungwoo, who was now smiling softly at you.

"That obvious?" He chuckled. "Yea, Jae told me like 2 deliveries ago to ask you out because he was tired of running the shop alone while took extended deliveries so I could talk to you, just to come back and talk his ear off about you."

Jungwoo thought he was going to turn into a puddle at the way you smiled at him  before you suddenly grabbed his arm leading him to the island where your takeout food waited.

"Are you hungry? I grabbed way more than I intended on my way home but maybe it was fate."  You heard a light rumble from Jungwoo's stomach and chuckled as you began to pull up chairs for the two of you.

"I'll take that as a yes." You said handing a pair of chopsticks to him. Jungwoo politely thanked you and began to eat. 

It wasn't long before the wind began to pick up and you could hear it whipping past the windows and through the trees outside, prompting you to check the weather to see how bad it was going to get. Checking the radar you could see that the worst part of the storm that had been projected to miss you (just barely) had now shifted and it was definitely coming your way. 

"Jungwoo? You'd better pull your car into my garage to avoid any damages." You said as you turned your phone to him to show how bad the storm was going to get.

Before you could tell him to grab an umbrella he dashed out the door and to his car. You quickly opened your garage door, and once he parked inside, you closed it just as quickly. You didn't bother to wait for him to exit the car before you left to grab extra candles and tealights sitting them out on your coffee table just in case the lights went out.

There was no way he'd be leaving tonight, so you decided to pull out some extra pillows and blankets from your linen closet.

"Ummm, would you happen to have anything I can change into?"

With your arms stuffed with pillows you turned to face a soaked Jungwoo, you dropped them immediately to run and grab a couple towels for him to dry off with.

"You poor thing, soaked twice in one day." You said sweetly as you handed him one of the towels to dry off with while you used the other to attempt to dry his hair. Seeing you stretch to reach his head Jungwoo leaned down more than needed to make it easier for you. You playfully hit his shoulder. " leaning that far down was unnecessary." When he looked up at you with that gorgeous smile your knees literally buckled causing you to lose balance and knock him over.

"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to knock you over." You giggled.

"I find that hard to believe seeing as how you're laughing" he pouted.

" I promise I didn't. Are you hurt anywhere?"

"Just my heart." He said as he playfully clutched at his chest and turned his head away from you.

You decided to play along, stooping down next to him, you grabbed his chin with your thumb and index finger to guide him to look at you. You could see the hopeful anticipation in his stare as he looked at you with puppy eyes, plush lips parted invitingly, but before you could let your intrusive thoughts win, his phone rang pulling you both out of the moment. He scrambled to pull it from his pocket, quickly silencing the ringer. You caught a glimpse of the name on the screen and assumed he must have been worried about Jungwoo. Your guess was confirmed once he answered. Jungwoo  sat up and made sure you weren't visible before picking up the video call. 

"Hi Jae!" He said cheerfully as he answered.

A sigh of relief could be heard coming from his phone. "Are you in a safe place?" Jaehyun questioned. 

"Yea, I'm in a safe place." He said nervously unsure if you would be ok with him telling his friend he was at your place. You picked up on this and found it sweet that he was trying to protect your privacy, but you love chaos and decided to let Jaehyun know where Jungwoo was yourself.

"I'm gonna go grab something dry for you to change into." You winked as you stood up and walked away. Leaving Jungwoo alone to face all the ensuing questions you knew Jaehyun would ask.

"You're still with her?!!!"

"Why are you surprised?! You're the one that told me to come even though it was going to rain! Or did you forget your whole it'll be romantic statement?"

"Yea but I thought it would get you a date not laid!"

"Stop yelling! She might hear you! And it's not like that, I just got stuck because of the storm and she's only trying to make sure I'm safe."

"So you're not hoping to fuck?"

"Yes! No! I mean- " Jungwoo grunted in frustration.  "I'm not hoping for that, I'm hoping not to make an ass of myself any more than I already have and maybe a kiss." 

"OK, but if the opportunity came up?"

Jungwoo shushed Jaehyun to keep him from saying anything else inappropriate that you might hear as he could hear the shuffle of your slippers headed toward him. It was pointless, you were eavesdropping in the hall anyway and although you couldn't quite hear what Jaehyun was saying because of how low the volume was and the distance from where you were standing, you could guess based on Jungwoo's responses.

"Woo! I'm gonna take this stuff downstairs."  You stated as you entered the living room again and began to  pick up the blankets you'd dropped earlier. "The heaviest parts of the storm should be coming in soon so I'd be more comfortable if we slept in the basement. Don't worry, it's finished, furnished, and has a fireplace we can use for extra light, I'm sure the lights are gonna go out at some point. Oh! Here." you said as you tossed a fluffy pink robe to him. "Sorry, it's all I have."  

"Thank you." he said as he caught the robe. "Let me help." He called to you.

"No it's fine, finish your call. You can help me with the other stuff when I come back up."

Jungwoo watched with a bit of concern, worried you may fall as you disappeared down the stairs, arms filled with blankets. 

"You owe me!" Jaehyun exclaimed. effectively pulling Jungwoo back to reality.

"What? Huh? Why?"

"If it wasn't for me you'd be stuck here with me instead of getting ready to ride out a storm cuddled up with your crush." Just then Jaehyun thought to ask what the outcome of Jungwoo's confession was.

"I- I'm not sure." Noticing the puzzled expression on his face Jungwoo continued. "I told her about how you were 

tired of me talking about her, she guessed you asked her about her favorite flowers to help me, then the storm picked up and she invited me in. We had dinner, talked for about half an hour and then I ran outside to move my car into her garage, she accidentally knocked me down and I think we were about to kiss, but then you called." He let out a sigh at the thought, remembering how close you were to him. "That's the outcome so far."

"Oh shit. Sorry, but I was getting worried."

"It's fine, I should have texted or something."

"OK Woo, I'm back." you said as you climbed the last few stairs and took a seat   beside him out of view of the camera. You didn't think anything of your lounge set but seeing as how he thought it was something you'd wear for a partner you didn't think he'd like Jaehyun seeing you in it.

"I won't keep you. I'm just glad you're safe.

Oh! and thanks for looking after him tonight.  I hope he doesn't annoy you too much." He yelled for you to hear.

You laughed at the statement and Jungwoo's reaction to it.

"Hey! I'm not annoying!"

"If he is, I'll blame you Mr. It'll be romantic". You laughed as you walked away, heading to the kitchen to prepare snacks to take downstairs, leaving a cackling Jaehyun  and obviously flustered Jungwoo behind. You were honestly internally thanking Jaehyun for being a typical fuckboy and giving Jungwoo the suggestion to confess during the storm, one day you'd have to thank him in person.

You were lost in your thoughts when you felt Jungwoo place his chin on your shoulder. 

"This robe is so soft." He whispered.

"I know. It's my favorite." You said as you turned to face him. "I figured you might appreciate it after being dripping wet." You paused for a moment to look him over. "You look good in pink."

A big grin erupted across Jungwoo's face at the compliment. "Thank you, but I bet it looks better on you."

You smiled. Grabbing his arm, you pulled him over to the mirror on your wall, and wrapped his arms over your shoulders.

"Hmmm I don't know, I still like how it looks on you. What do you think?" Small smirk resting on your face, you waited for his answer as you looked into his eyes through the mirror.

He was sure his heart was going to beat out of his chest, looking at his arms wrapped around you, something he'd imagined on more than one occasion.

"I think we look good together." He stated confidently as he looked back at you through the mirror and you melted internally. You let his words swim in your head for a moment as his eyes stared at you, almost pleading for some type of response, but instead you gave a smile and asked him to help carry the rest of the things down. You felt bad for playing this little game, not responding to either of his confessions, but you hoped in just a few minutes it'd be worth it. You lead a somewhat somber looking Jungwoo down the stairs and to your favorite place in your home.  You knew it was cruel, keeping his confessions twisting in the wind, but you wanted to play into the whole "romantic" scenario Jaehyun had set up.

Jungwoo toddled down the stairs behind you trying to read the situation. Almost in a trance, he clumsily stumbled to a halt nearly crashing into you at the bottom of the stairs. He looked at you with a questioning expression after noticing there werent any blankets, tea lights or really anything he'd seen you bring down earlier.  You giggled at his puzzled expression as you grabbed his hand to pull him over to the wall just a few feet to the left of the stairway.  He looked at the wall that only seemed to have a few photos of locations you may have visited hanging on it for a minute or two before looking at you awkwardly. 

" Um, this is-" he fell silent as he watched as you pushed a section of the wall  inward.

 "A hidden door?!"

"No, a hidden room." You smiled, grabbing his hand and leading him in. 

Jungwoo was taken back, he didn't know what he was expecting but this wasn't it. Sure your home was nice but the basement was a whole different level.  You watched his face as you pulled him more into the dimly lit room, enjoying how his face lit up at the sight. He was in awe, this room was almost magical in the way it was decorated. Twinkling lights across the    ceiling mimicked a clear night sky, giant floor sofa that ran along two walls in an L shape, shaggy rug in the center with a small table atop it, & a quaint fireplace in the corner across from the couch & lots of pillows and blankets. It looked so cozy and inviting that he found himself letting his mind wander as he took it all in while you  arranged the tealights around the room.

"Like it?"

"Yea, it's awesome, I wish I had a secret cozy pillow room."

You could only laugh at how cute he was being. " Wait until you see the best part. Wait here I've got a few other things to grab and then I'll show you what I mean."

Jungwoo made himself comfortable amongst all the cushions, almost dissolving into your robe as he laid there waiting for you to return, which took just a bit longer than he expected, but when you returned he understood why. He quickly jumped to his feet to help, grabbing the box from your hands, which allowed you sit the basket of snacks on the floor next to the table.

A loud rumble reminded you to move quickly before the inevitable loss of power  happened. 

"Woo, can you put this up on the shelf for me?" You asked pulling a small machine from the box & pointing to the shelf above the couch.

"Is this a-?"

"Projector? Yes." You smilled as you finished hooking up your laptop to the machine. "here, plug this into the side. It's a battery for when we lose power. Unfortunately it happens every time there's a big storm, so I keep battery packs around for small things and a generator for my kitchen."

Once you were done setting up the projector you moved to the corner of the room to get the fireplace going.

"Wait! Let me do that. I feel useless just sitting around while you do everything."

You really had to thank Jaehyun the next time you see him, is all you could think as you watched Jungwoo on his knees in nothing but his underwear and your fluffy pink robe, concentrating on getting the fire started. Deciding to leave him to it, you crawled over to the couch and opened up your laptop to find a movie to watch. 

After some time you heard a satisfied sigh and looked over to to see Jungwoo run his fingers through his hair as he tipped his head back, a warm glow casted on his face from the flames of the fireplace.  You hadn't noticed until then that his hair still looked pretty wet, so you quickly left for  your laundry room that was on the other side of the basement. You returned, happy to see Jungwoo hadn't moved an inch and seemed to be enjoying the warmth from the flames after getting soaked to the bone from moving his car. Kneeling behind him you began to dry his hair as best you could with the towel you'd grabbed & Jungwoo fell into your touch. It was hard to believe, he was right there, the guy you'd been crushing on for weeks, was in your home (practically naked), next to your fireplace, there was a relentless storm outside & all you wanted to do now was nestle in all the pillows & curl up under the blankets with him to watch a movie. 

"Woo, let's pick a movie and get comfortable."

Jungwoo was more that happy to obey your request, though he still wanted to know exactly how you were feeling about him. All signs lead him to believe you wanted to give dating a try with him, but you were actively avoiding stating anything directly. He settled in amongst all the cushions, letting his mind wander, mindlessly watching as you moved the small table from the center to the side & replaced it with a mat, so you could lay out everything you'd put into the basket. Once finished you looked over your shoulder to see him staring at you.

"You can pick what you'd like to watch if I'm not entertaining enough" You giggled pointing to the laptop & catching Jungwoo off guard. He quickly looked away, picking up your laptop to see a playlist of movies that were some of his favorites. He had expected to see horror movies, remembering the conversation about movies you'd had one of the times he was delivering to you. 

"You remembered?"

You pulled the protection screen from the ceiling before joining him. "Of course I did." You smiled scooting closer to him. " Is this romantic enough?"

"Huh?" 

"Is there never a moment where you aren't cute? You're even cute when you're confused. Jaehyun told you confessing to me in the rain would be romantic right? We'll I wanted to make good on his statement, so is this romantic enough?"

The blush on his cheeks was getting brighter by the second and you really felt like you were falling.

"Can I- never mind it's silly."

"No, what is it? Tell me."

"Don't laugh, I know it's silly, but can I take a picture? I want to see Jae's reaction."

You pretended to consider it for a moment before answering. " sure but you have to grant me one request after."

Jungwoo looked at you skeptically before ultimately agreeing. He was in the middle of panning around the room with his phone when you layed your head in his lap causing him to jump a little at the unexpected contact. Worried that you had possibly overstepped, you tried to get up but Jungwoo rested one arm across your stomach to let you know it was ok. Once he finished he quickly sent the video off and put his phone down to turn his attention to you. 

You, on the other hand were busy admiring shoes online unaware of your admirer. 

"I like those pink ones."

You looked up to see a very invested Jungwoo looking at you. Something about this just felt to right to you and you couldn't stop a smirk from forming on your face.

"Why the pink ones?"

"Because I like it on you." He said as he moved the hand that rested on your stomach to your cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb.

"Can I make my request now?" You asked.

And just like clockwork Jaehyun responded to Jungwoo at the absolute worst time. You sat up to give him space while he checked his messages which hadn't stopped coming in.

"Can I see?"

Jungwoo lifted his arm to allow you snuggle in close to him as he chuckled at each message. Once you looked at the screen you could see why. His responses to the video were hilarious until the last one came through. Honestly is was funny to you, but Jungwoo was obviously embarrassed.

"If you come home tomorrow and you still don't know where you stand with her I'm going to unfriend you. You better fuck her senseless tonight or don't come home!"

Jungwoo tried to close it out quickly but he knew you'd seen it. He started to feel like every time he was getting closer to you something embarrassing happened. "I'm so sorry, he doesn't mean any harm and I would never try to fuck you senseless."

You burst out laughing, you knew he was just trying to reassure you that he wasn't just out for a good fuck, but hearing him say he'd never fuck you to the point of you losing your shit was just too funny. 

"I've gotta use the bathroom." Is all he said before quickly leaving.

You felt like the biggest asshole for the second time tonight, he was genuinely trying to win you over and you kept taking your time letting him know he'd already won. Your heart sank a little when he stayed away for longer than you anticipated. You began to get anxious and decided to go to the bathroom to check on  him, but just as you reached the doorway to leave he came back in, face still red from embarrassment. You were so happy to see his face, you practically jumped into his arms.

"I'm sorry Woo, I didn't mean to laugh at you, but it was just so cute how you wanted me to know you wanted more than sex by saying you'd under perform. I know what you actually meant, but it was funny."

He cracked a small smile, "I guess it is funny."

"You don't have to be ashamed of your fuck boy friend, my friends have said some 

pretty wild shit about you too."

Jungwoo was shocked, "your friends know about me?"

You dramatically rolled your eyes before grabbing your phone and showing him the messages from your friends.

Jungwoo seemed genuinely surprised to see the things they had told you to do. 

"Wow! I had no clue women talked this way too." He laughed. 

Well, they aren't all women, but we do a lot of things you probably couldn't even imagine. At that exact moment the power went out, and the room filled with only the ambient light of the fireplace and the many tealights you'd placed around the room, it was as if mother nature was aiding in your pursuit. You plucked your phone from his hand and tossed it to the side.

"I'd like to make my request now. Can I?"

You asked as you pressed closer to Jungwoo.

"Yes, anything, you can have anything."

You could only giggle at how eager he was. You'd only wanted a kiss, but his statement was just too enticing to ignore. 

"Anything? Anything at all?"

You stared into his eyes as he nodded his head eagerly. You hummed to yourself pretending to think as you trailed your hands along the collar of the robe. Jungwoo closed his eyes to focus on nothing but your soft touch.

"Tell me what you want Woo."

His eyes shot open to look at you. 

"Huh?"

"My request is that you tell me what you want fr-." Before you could finish your sentence he was answering.

"You." He quickly replied and then he realized you hadn't finished your question and groaned at how eager he was to obey you.

"You're just too fucking cute. Is it not obvious already? I literally went to your job today to ask you out officially, if its not, let me state it clearly. I've wanted to get close to you since the first day we met, I'm already yours, I was yours the minute you explained that she wasn't your girlfriend. So, lets try this again. What do you want from a relationship, that maybe you felt was missing from your last one? Don't be afraid or embarrassed to tell me things. If I asked the question, just know I'm prepared for any answer."

Jungwoo thought about his last relationship and all the things he did to fit into the  ideal boyfriend role his ex expected just for her to end things with him abruptly for someone else "don't try to change me, I'm loud, silly, and I know I can be a baby especially when I'm not feeling good, I need attention, affection, tell me when you're unhappy, don't pretend until you find someone new. I want to be accepted for who I am, Just love me"

You were prepared to hear anything, but just knowing things that should be standard in a relationship was all he wanted, let you know his past partner probably wasn't the best to him. You didn't let his words hang in the air this time, this time you kissed him, you kissed him with everything you had and he did the same.

Before long you found yourself falling into the cushions with Jungwoo, any thoughts of a movie now long forgotten as you straddled his hips and began to trail kisses up his neck. It had been a while since Jungwoo had been this way with someone, even longer since he'd felt this accepted and cared for, so it had been easy for him to get carried away, so when he grabbed your hips and  grinded up into you the shocked gasp you let out made him freeze. Panting heavily he apologized.

"I'm sorry, I  got carried away I didn't mean to cross the line and make you uncomfortable."

You covered his mouth with your hand. "Let's add talks too much to that list from earlier." You smiled as a muffled "sorry" came from him. 

"I love that you're aware of boundaries and so respectful. I've noticed you try to advert your eyes whenever I leaned down to do something, you've been on your best behavior all night and I love that so much, but I never said you had a line to be concerned about. I was only shocked because you'd been so very good the whole time, so the sudden change caught me by surprise, but it wasn't a bad thing.  The line for me, is where ever you want it to be, I trust you."

Jungwoo laid there for a moment processing your words, you trusted him to take care of you, to take it as far as he wanted because you knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt you. You trusted him with your body and he would respect it, but this level of trust, it had to mean something more, at least he hoped. You'd told him to not be afraid or embarrassed so he went for it.

"Do you love me? I know this is technically like our first date but-"

Again you put your hand over his mouth.

 "you've delivered to me 4 times and each time we've spent 30+ minutes getting to know each other. At this point I'd count those as dates. I know your favorite foods, favorite colors, things about your family, now I know one of your friends, I know the kinds of movies you like, we have similar interest and hobbies and we both have freaky sluts as friends that want us to do all the things we want to do to each other, I know you're a comedian, but you have a serious side, you're also very emotional and based on the way you answered my question I know you've been with at least one person that didn't appreciate you.  I won't make the mistake they did." You leaned in to kiss him and he happily reciprocated, but the firm squeeze to your hip didn't go unnoticed. You smiled against his lips knowing what he wanted to hear.

You learned something else in that moment, he was a pouty baby when he didn't get his way but he wasn't above playing dirty to get what he wanted.  Jungwoo held you close before rolling over to be on top of you.

"You like to tease me don't you?" He  whispered as he began to roll his hips into you. "Please tell me." He begged and the whimpers that fell from his lips as he pressed his hard dick against you, sent you reeling, paired with the look in his eyes that was a mix of lustful need and silent pleading was like a truth serum to you. 

"I love you Woo." You whispered as you pushed his hair out of his face. "Now make Jaehyun proud and fuck me senseless."

The next morning you learned that Jungwoo can sleep through constant phone notifications and since they didn't seem to be stopping, you slowly wiggled you way out of his arms to look for his phone that was again ringing. Noticing who it was, you picked up the phone and were greeted by an annoyed Jaehyun, you didn't even have a chance to tell him it was you on the phone and not Jungwoo before he started going off.

"Finally! What the hell man! I've been texting and calling all morning! Are you coming in today?! We've got 3 large orders due today but if you're not, at least tell me so I can call someone in."

The entire time he was talking you were attempting to wake Jungwoo but he was out cold. 

"Good morning Jaehyun. I'm so sorry I've been trying to wake him up but he's still drooling on my pillow. He's the heaviest sleeper I've ever seen." You laughed.

There was a brief pause before Jaehyun spoke again. "He's still sleep? That's unusual for him, he typically has a hard time sleeping."

Smiling to yourself you decided to be a bit mischievous. "Well, he was up all night earning his right not to be unfriended by you so that may have something to do with it" 

Jaehyun was silent for a while before ultimately bursting out laughing. 

"I see he's got his hands full with you. I'll find someone to cover for him today."

"Thanks Jae, I'll tell him to call you when he wakes up. oh! And thanks for being a 

fuck boy." You said sincerely before hanging up.

"No prob-  wait what?!"

You laid back down, now taking place as the big spoon. You could still hear the patter of light rain signaling that the storm was finally letting up. You looked around the room from over his shoulder, pillows scattered about, fluffy pink robe thrown to the corner of the room possibly a little too close to where the fire had burned, Jungwoo's underwear hung from the projector, and you hadn't the slightest clue where any of your clothing was. You smiled at the memory of everything that happened as you gently ran your fingers through the hair of the man you had fallen for over a bouquet of roses from your ex.

Maybe he deserved a thank you too.

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

Sorry for just sliding into your asks like this, but ever since I saw you incorporating existing songs into your D&D:HAT fics, I have been haunted by the concept of Edgin composing "Poet, Soldier, King" for Xenk. Because I'm old enough to remember that fandom phenomena and Xenk definitely fits the Messianic Archetype.

Just. Bear with me. The first verse is open-and-shut, though I suppose you could replace "city" with something else if you want, like "despot" or "regime" or even a generic "evil". This is of course a reference to Szass Tam but could also be Ed's cynical take the possible consequences of Xenk's do-goodery.

The second verse was definitely meant to be sarcastic and mock Xenk's antiquated speech but you know how tsunderes in-denial work. Because Xenk's no-bullshit sincerity did cut Ed to the quick and the core both — and your writings show you also believe Xenk's words live rent free in Ed's mind.

The last verse doesn't really work in the context of Faerûn, and I also don't think Ed would play up Xenk as a conqueror too much, so here's my proposed alternative:

There will come a champion

Whose heart is blessed by Torm

He will succor one and all

(I would've put the Triad in there but it didn't fit the meter, boo!)

Because c'mon. What is more classic than an I-hate-him rant that just ends up more and more flattering until it's an unintentional love confession? Although by the time Ed finishes this verse he's probably reached the Actively Pining stage.

Anyways, now that I've put this idea into the world and foisted it upon you, I hope I may finally know peace. 🙏

I really love this idea, so I hope you don't mind me posting this ask publicly, because I think it would be done more justice in fanart or a gifset (the Xedgin fandom has some insanely good artists what the heck) than in a fanfic! I hope that my sharing this gives someone in the fandom some inspiration!

[mythicalmagical-monkeyman]

I just realized I can leave asks to moots and make them rant- I mean, let them answer at length if they want to

Thinking about lmk lately, got any headcanons u haven't shared yet? Or some that u really like? could we have some? Pretty please?

yes, u can do that :3 anyways I was going to post some stuff about shadowpeach at some point so anon sorry if u don't like shadowpeach (also sorry if anon is @fellow-fandom-fruitifier bc honestly a lot of these we've already talked about)

anyways here's some shadowpeach headcanons ... actually this is more like wukong & macaque (basically shadowpeach) things i don't see often at all but they still live free rent in my head

or whatever:

Because he's blind in one eye Macaque has really bad depth perception so he needs glasses and because of the trigram furnace Wukong also needs glasses but he doesn't want to admit that he does. Later however Macaque starts wearing glasses, (and Wukong's a total simp over it) so wukong finally admits he needs them too and now both monkies have glasses except a lot of the time when Macaque and Wukong try to kiss now the glasses get the way :3

Because: shapeshifting, Wukong can always be whatever height he wants to be. If he wants to be the little spoon? well now he's short. If he wants to rest his chin on top of Macaque's head? Well now he's tall. And so on and so forth.

They have those "I'm stupid/I'm with stupid" shirts that they'll often wear to crowded places to help keep track of each other.

Wukong also has a white shirt with sharpied words on it that say "Macaque come pick me up I'm scared" and it's his favorite shirt.

They love to pick each other up, both are strong enough to so honestly it's second nature to them also both are very clingy/touch starved/touchy so picking each other up helps with that. They also love piggyback rides, holding tails/hands/feet, lying/sitting on top of each other, hugs, feet rubs, biting each other, and nuzzling each other.

Another thing they love to do is tickle each other with their tails.

However due to ✨ the horrors ✨ they don't like having the other touch their face very much (or most ppl touching their face tbh)

Anyways, Wukong is utter shit at pick up lines, but they somehow work on Macaque

In turn Macaque is a horrible dancer (u can try & pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands) but Wukong loves and enjoys it when Macaque does dance

The pair have two beds in their bed room instead of just one just in case they fight / they just don't want to sleep in the bed so when they sleep together every square of space counts because the beds are smaller to fit the room

These monkies also have matching onesies and they also buy/win stuffies for each other so they have a collection

These two are also a very competitive couple, weather if it's with each other or other people

Macaque has a set number of pet names he will always use, (ex. three pet names), and whenever he doesn't use one of said three it means something is wrong/he's pissed/etc. However Wukong will usually use just the first pet name/nick name that pops into mind.

If you ever happen to watch a disney/pixar/dreamworks movie with them they'll sing the songs at the top of their lungs, especially if it's a love song

Wukong likes Macaque's drawings and thinks they're awesome, he's like "LOOK! LOOK AT MY BOYFRIEND'S BEAUTIFUL DRAWINGS! LOOK AT THEM!!"

A lot of times they send pictures to each other of monkeys or things somewhat similar to the other always captioned with "this you?" (they love teasing each other)

Wukong likes showing affection with a lot of the 72 transformations so Macaque has been tackled by dog Wukong many times, or had cat Wukong fall asleep on him, or has had hamster Wukong hide in his scarf, etc.

Wukong drools and Macaque snores when they sleep

Because of Macaque being a night owl and Wukong being an early bird (or vice versa) the two are always dragging each other to bed/lying on top of each other to try and get them to sleep while the other tries to escape

Macaque can wax poetry until the cows come home but every once and awhile Wukong says some poetic bullshit that just kills Macaque

Macaque is a baby magnet so whenever they go out in public children are always going up to him or staring at him but Macaque is horrible with/very not interested in children so it leads to funny predicaments that Wukong has to keep himself from laughing at

Many of their dates are just them going "lets see what the fuck happens" before heading out and letting the way of the universe (and their own adhd) decide what they are going to do today

They are old gay ass men that still call each other 'boyfriend' like their 17

And last but not least the monkies have a special sign language they created when they first met (and later perfected over the years) because when they first met Wukong was very bad at controlling the volume of his voice and Macaque was still perfecting his ear deafening spells for his six ears so they came up with hand signals/sign language they could use instead. They still use the hand signals but they later got so good at reading each other that they have a kind of telepathy with each other that they don't have with anyone else.

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 69 - Just Desserts

The Hot Girls take a break from fitness and have some brunch at a bar near their gym.

Ophelia's life update isn't the most cheery, but she's glad to have the support of her friends.

Libby: Feefs, I'm so sorry.

Becca: What a creep. Don't worry, guys like that always get what they deserve.

Ophelia: I hope so, but things don't always work out like they do in your books, Becca.

Becca: Don't remind me. Still waiting for Travis to tell me he's a secret prince.

Summer: Hector Laurent… That name sounds familiar. Guess I've heard you talk about him.

Ophelia: Well, I'd like to stop talking about him. He's not going to live rent-free in my mind.

Libby: Good for you, girl! Summer, how was the honeymoon?

Summer: It was perfect. I just wish I had one more vacation day from my doofus coworkers.

Libby: Aww, it can't be that bad!

Summer: My one caterer Mila is really getting on my nerves, considering how many complaints we get about her not actually cooking at her catering gigs.

Summer: Speaking of work, I've gotta head out. I've got a couple meetings at work today, so I'm going in early.

Ophelia gets up to hug her.

Ophelia: Bye, good luck!

Summer: Thanks, girly pop. Let us know if you need anything. Love you!

Summer got promoted to Head Caterer at Make-A-Dish shortly before she got engaged to Mark. She's settled into the role quite nicely. She loves bossing people around!

As she finishes up a call, Mila walks into her office.

Mila: Excuse me, Summer, but a potential client is here to see you.

Summer: I don't have my calendar pulled up. Did they give you a name?

Mila: Hector Laurent.

Summer: HECTOR LAURENT?!

That's why the name rang a bell.

Mila: I-I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?

Summer: For once, no. Send him in. I'm eager to talk to him.

Mila: Yes, ma'am.

Hector comes in, pleasant as ever.

Hector: This is a lovely office Miss…?

Summer: MRS. Eggleston. You must be Hector Laurent. I've heard a lot about you.

Hector: Good things, I hope!

Summer doesn't react to his joke.

Summer: Pull up a chair. Let's chat.

If Hector notices the stink eye Summer is giving him, he doesn't show it.

Hector: I've got a great business opportunity for you.

Summer: Enlighten me.

Hector: I run one of the most successful wedding venues out there and we're looking for a new caterer.

Summer: Fascinating.

Hector: This would be a great source of revenue for your catering team-

Summer: Oh, would it? I suppose technically it would be, since my employees would probably get a lot of money out of your pocket from harassment lawsuits.

Hector: Mrs. Eggleston, I-I don't-

Summer: Don't play dumb with me, Laurent. You thought word wouldn't get out that you tried to force your employee to woohoo you? If you think I'm sending my team into the lion's den, you're as stupid as that hat makes you look.

Hector: I think there's been a misunderstanding-

Summer: No, it's clear as day that you tried to take advantage of a woman you held a position of power over.

Hector: Who told you this? Was it Ophelia? You can't trust a word that harlot says!

Summer: Keep her name out of your damn mouth!

Hector: This is a highly unprofessional way to conduct business.

Summer: Good thing we're not conducting business then. Sounds like when this goes fully public, you won't have any clients for us to cater for anyway!

Hector: I'll gladly take my business elsewhere.

Summer: Good luck after the email I'm going to send out.

Hector: What's that supposed to mean?

Summer: Us caterers might be in competition with each other, but we do talk, you know.

Summer: No one going to send their employees to a known predator. I'm warning every restaurant from here to Sixam that you're not a safe client.

Hector: That's libel! I'll sue!

Summer: There was a witness to your misconduct. Plus, you knocked up an employee. You MADE evidence!

Hector: She didn't work for me at the time! My personal life has nothing to do with my business!

Summer: You sure made inappropriate workplace conduct your business!

Hector: You can't do this to me!

Summer: Blacklist you? Yeah, what kind of monster threatens to do that?

Summer: Now get the hell out of my office! Enjoy your time before you become a total pariah. And next time, think twice before messing with Summer Eggleston's friends, bitch!

Hector doesn't know what to do other than slink out of the office in shame.

Having no idea how much Summer just ruined a huge part of Hector's ability to operate his business, Ophelia has been blissfully working on improving her baking skill for New Skill Day. That better be a thank you pie for Summer, girl!

[youre-ackermine]

1. gun to your head, you gotta save one of them and the other's going to die : levi or hange? 😈

2. who's your fave metal band/artist of all times, and which type of metal do you enjoy most?

3. how do you handle hange's fate most days and does it vary? are you more Team Denial or have you accepted it because you think it's a fitting ending for their character, or anything in between?

yeah i'm curious and i can't sleep either hehehe

Krikkit 🙂

Thanks for asking ! Sorry to reply so late, but I finally fell asleep earlier than expected 😴

*****

1/ I should have known you would ask a tricky question like this, you evil moot lmao !!

[speaking of canon characters here] According to my preferences -even if I almost love both of them equally by now- you could fairly expect me to choose Levi, but I would save Hange ! [Disclaimer : me not saying Levi's life is not valuable, don't misinterpret my words, people, please & thank you]

Besides Hange's fighting skills, their brains still have so much to offer to Humanity after war, in terms of progress, knowledge, improvement, technology, based on their scientific experimentation & enthusiastic curiosity. Their kindness & heartwarming sunshine personality would spread positivity & comfort around them as well, helping those close to them cope with their griefs & heal their emotional wounds. [But this would be so cruel, as I imagine they would mourn Levi for years & -secretly- hate me so much for choosing them over him 😭😭😭]

2/ My musical tastes are basically goth (mainly old school lmao) & metal since I was 12 yo. As far as metal is concerned, I used to listen to Rammstein & Marilyn Manson A .F*CKING .LOT !!

But as I grow older, my interest focuses on Black Metal, especially Satyricon [Dark Medieval Times & Nemesis Divina are my all times fav BM albums] & I recently experienced musical epiphany thanks to @stellar-smth 's advice : I literally fell in love with the Swiss band BORGNE omg I love their music so much !! If someone is interested, I can send the link to my Spotify playlist 🤘

3/ Oh my, this one pierces right through my kokoro 💔 I DON'T handle their fate AT ALL, I can't ! The more we get close to March 3rd, the more I get depressed. After reading chapter 132, I cried for 2 full hours at least, I couldn't stop, even after re-realizing they were a fictional character. So when I'll watch the animated scene...

I'd say I'm somewhere in between. The way Hange sacrifices themself of their own free will to save their comrades - & thus humanity- totally fits the character imo. It's no surprise they follow their convictions & beliefs until the very end. Once again, I'll say they are the real hero of the story as they SAVE EVERYBODY ELSE'S ASS for f*ck's sake !!!

On the other hand, I wish they could survive the Rumbling & live a peaceful life with Levi 💚💜😢 So I'm more than often Team Denial & read so so much fics where they're both alive & happy together, I also focus on what happened during the 4 years time lapse in the story [mainly Levihan working together, lovingly taking care of their growing brats together, increasing their bond/love just being together all the time & so on & so forth, Levihan living rent free in my mind 24/7 tbh] Also : Hange is the most underrated character in snk, even more than Levi, & we need a f*cking back story for them please I'm on my knees begging you Isayama 🛐

*****

I hope you finally fell asleep, I don't know how you can survive your long shifts !!

Thanks for passing by, always a pleasure to see Krikkit in my notifs ❤️

Mwah kith 😘

*****

BONUS : RANDOM SHIT

The two dorks Valentine's Day gifts they found for each other [just to cheer up the mood]

Since I'm also a dork, here's a Levihan kiss 💚💜

[senditothemoonn]

wip tag game🍎rules:

Reveal the titles of the documents in your wip folder and tag as many people as there are documents. let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

Thank you for the tag @balladofthewhitehorse ! Sorry I don’t have any writing WIPs so maybe I can give u guys a peek at stuff that has been in my WIP folder too long and will probably never be finished lol 💔 Some of these are just one off doodles and some have entire aus that live rent free in my mind. If u guys want a closer look at any or more info then send me an ask :D

I don't think I know 15 people who haven't been tagged yet so

@mpregfrance

@roszabell

@frankiocore

@ouiouicroissant

and anyone who sees this and wants to do it themselves! (I hope it's okay to tag u guys, sorry if I'm bothering anyone)