#its inspired by when we had kittens and they crawled all over me when i tried napping on the couch one day...

[efverse]

crashing on the couch after a long day...

[whitefantasy21-blog]

Greatly inspired by the many isekai manhwa i have read and is still on the reading list

This is pretty much a self-indulgent fic.

Man, i want to be the child of this rich scammy tsundere daddy that has no self-preservation, pretty sure many wants to be too

MC who is a massive fan of The Trash of the Count's Family had gotten that wish, one day she woke up in a baby body!

She was reborn as Cale Henituse's daughter and cue squealing like a true fan, thank you whatever God that granted me this wish!

however pretty soon she realized that not everything is rainbow and sunshine.

Her father, Cale wasn't Kim Rok Soo but rather the first Cale Henituse, the true trashy young Master of the Count

This, this raised a lot of red flags. Curse you God!

MC was named after her grandparents Jour Thames and Deruth Henituse, therefore getting the name Drew Henituse (I'm terrible at naming so bare with me)

Drew felt a bit embarrassed as Cale stared her adoringly, and made a promise to her that he would be the best father for her

with a smile that melted all her doubts away, she made a resolve to protect this new family of hers, he may not have been the father she initially wanted but he was still a tsundere daddy with self-destructive ways that needed her help... what is with this standards??

Drew Henituse, the secret child of the Trash from the Henituse household is kept hidden even from his own family. If people found out about her, it may bring trouble to his family and he was this close to getting Basen to accept becoming the true heir of the Henituse Family

He continued his trashy ways while secretly raising his baby in the sidelines, ever heard of a shapeshifter? yeah he hired one to pretend to be him whenever he wanted to go under the radar, the shapeshifter is also a nanny whenever he has to come back to his father's home, as far as he could tell it was a two in one situation, a win-win for him.

Everything was fine.

However it all changed when his beloved daughter had brought home a disgusting mutt. It was hate at first sight.

Choi han: . . . Is this yours? I saw her wondering around the street, its dangerous to leave children unattended

Cale's interpretation: What kind of parent are you?? leaving your child to wander about, how negligent.

Cale: . . .

The Shape shifter: Master I am so sorry!

Drew: Daddy can we keep him?

Internally: Yes! let's keep the original hero to protect us!

Cale: . . . Tsk.

Internally: My daughter is already getting seduced by this bastard!

The two kittens that Drew had randomly brought home one day, watched from the sidelines while Drew is already planning on how to rescue the black dragon

Basically, Drew just keep bringing random people (from the tcf cast) home until the Count family finally noticed her existence

Then they started trying to win her over, competing to be her favorite family member however that place will always be reserved for Cale.

Drew's mission is to help mend the bond that was broken in Cale's attempt in protecting his family.

Secretly, she's preparing herself for the day that Cale would switch with Kim Rok Soo, it scares her and breaks her heart when she thought of her Daddy disappearing

But that day will never come to pass as she stumble upon the newly transmigrated Soo Trio

Cale wonders why his daughter is infatuated with Kim Rok Soo, while said person just wishes for someone to take the hyper child away, Choi Jung Soo and Lee Soo Hyuk, the traitors were laughing at him and taking pictures of this adorable sight

2nd take of an isekai fic.

SOME SPOILER AND TRIGGER WARNINGS.

Drew opens her eyes with a gasp, cold sweat dripping as she try to clutch something that was now out of her reach

She looked down at her soft hands, still untainted by scars that will never fade from her heart

She hurried to look for a mirror, a face that she hadn't seen for a long time was staring back at her. . .

They had done it, they went back in time.

a smile blossom on her face but it felt awkward so she just dropped it

Drew hurried to make plans and went look for her father. Face hidden underneath her hood, she watched a young red hair man walks by her.

Drew instantly knew that man wasn't her father, it was a different person living in his body.

It seems she was the only one that went back, however she would still do everything to protect this stranger because he was now Cale Henituse and therefore family

It was everything they fight for, everything they hoped, wished, dreamed for... but why had she been the only one

Sir, (She calls him, she would never call him Father or Cale because it felt like betraying-) she'll soon learn is every bit of stupid and self sacrificing as his namesake

She was too, she would be willing to give her life up to protect this new makeshift family

KRS now known as Cale, looked at the small child with shock, she was filthy and much too thin to be healthy but the face was staring back at him was undeniably, the same face he saw in the mirror just much younger

The guilt of accidentally stealing someone else body crawled back up from where he locked it

Silently he promised the original that he would take care of his daughter in his stead, and he could have imagined but he swore he heard a soft 'thank you'

This MC went through life where the White Star won, the Roan Kingdom was wiped out, Choi han had went insane after losing all of his party members and died, the few survivors were all living in poverty some giving up while others did their best to survive

Drew has a eating disorder, paranoia, and suicidal tendency

It was better to die than to get caught.

It has to be noted, that Drew had never met the Henituse Family before their death and only heard about them

She had met Hong before she regressed, (On had died in their childhood on the streets, after attempting to steal food for them and got caught) the two had a sibling relationship before his untimely death (it was a morbid to think that he died the same way his sister died), that's the reason why she felt closer to him than the other childrens, Raon and On just wanted to be closer to their new little sister

OG!Cale Henituse had died wishing for his daughter to have a better childhood than the one he had provided for her

Drew had found a letter addressed to her from her father, of apologies, broken promises illneverleaveyoubehindipromise, and wishes for her to grow up healthy and happy.

[I'll try to become the best father for you]

Drew lets her tears fall,

"You silly man, you already were"

[marvelouspeterparker]

obviously you don’t have to do it, but I was wondering if you could do something with the reader being a singer, & releasing the song 34+35? like what would tom’s & his friends/family’s reaction be & a song inspired ending ;)

combined w this request: Omg super loved that Nasty imagine🥵If you can make a another one? Where its inspired by 34+35?😩🥵💕Thank u!

(”a song inspired ending” sent me btw) this focuses more on the smut

the album had released a few hours before you had gotten to tom’s house and tom being the good boyfriend and number one fanboy he is, had listened to it as soon as it came out. now he loved all the songs, you were crazy talented and he loved whatever you put out. but that second song––

hearing you sing so bluntly yet oh so softly about how you wanted him to fuck you all night? huge stroke to his ego––and his cock. he found himself smiling as he listened to the lyrics, nodding his head along to the beat. admittedly throughout the whole song he was questioning the meaning of the title. but when he reached the end and heard means i wanna 69 with ya––he just about lost it. 

his mouth dropped open and he replayed that part several times just to make sure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him. he shook his head in disbelief, a grin spreading on his face. he couldn’t wait for you to come home. 

when you finally made your way over to his place you felt your heart burst when he was still listening to the album, despite having posted about it hours prior. ‘can you guess which song is my favorite? 😜’ he captioned as he recorded himself listening to it and immediately pressing replay when it ended. harrison and even harry had posted about it as well, jokingly teasing you while complimenting your work. 

harrison had posted a video of himself dancing to the second song of the album on his story, captioned ‘i feel like i shouldn’t have heard this, but it still slaps. sorry mate @tomholland2013′ 

harry had posted about the song as well, saying ‘😳 i won’t judge what you both do in your free time, but the song is a banger, well done mate @y/n’

when you walked into tom’s house 34 + 35 was playing on his speakers and you couldn’t help the butterflies you felt in your stomach as you saw him approach you. 

“i guess you like the song, huh?” you asked teasingly, a smile on your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning up to kiss him. 

he pulled you into him eagerly, fingers digging into your waist, “s’been on repeat for hours.” you smiled into the kiss and he walked you backwards into the bedroom, quickly ridding of your clothes once you got there. 

“been thinking of that message you left me in that little song, love.” he trailed kisses along your neck, mumbling into your skin and you couldn’t help but sigh contently as you tilted your head to give him more access.

“hm what message?” you asked coyly. 

he pulled away from your neck, licking his lips and you felt yourself clench between your thighs at the look in his eyes. “think you know exactly what i’m talking about, darling.” 

he stepped away from you and you almost whined out at the loss of his touch. your eyes followed him as he climbed onto the bed, laying down in the middle, his head on the pillows.

he looked over at you, a glint in his eyes as he stroked his cock. “get up here. wanna taste you while you put your pretty mouth on me.”

you climbed your way onto the bed, and stood up, trying not to let the way tom’s eyes were hungrily sweeping over your body get to you. turned around and got into position on your hands and knees and tom’s hands were quick to slide up from your thighs to your ass. 

he grabbed you and pulled you closer, burying his face into you from behind and you gasped at how greedy his movements were, his tongue tracing it’s way through your folds as his hands pulled you into him for more.

he slapped your ass and you looked back, despite not being able to see his face. “fuck tommy––”

you turned back around, your hand grasping his member and he groaned into your heat, making you shudder slightly. you licked along his shaft before swirling your tongue around his tip, spreading his precum as you stroked him. you could feel his abs tensing under you as you lied on top of him, your breasts pressed up against him. you felt more connected and open than you ever had before. 

tom was really giving himself to you, barely acknowledging his own needs, making obscene noises behind you as he yearned to make you cum. hearing you sing about wanting him to take you all day had really gotten to him and he was craving the taste of your sweet release.

he wrapped his hands around your upper thighs and pulled you even closer to him burying his entire face into you, his nose rubbing against your wetness as his tongue massaged your clit. he was making a mess and he didn’t mind one bit.

“tom––fuck!” your grip loosened on his cock, your mouth popping off of him as you breathed through your mouth, your lips lazily mouthing at his base. 

he grinned sinfully into your heat, continuing his motions, “come on love, give it to me.” he sucked on your clit hard and your legs trembled, your arms and legs struggling to keep you upright. he left kitten licks on your clit and through your folds, drinking up all you had to offer and left soft kisses on your ass as you settled down from your high. 

you crawled off of him slowly and he switched places with you, positioning himself between your legs as you lied down in his spot. he brought his hands to your thighs, spreading you open for him. “want me to fuck you now baby?”

you nodded, biting your lip. “please.”

he wrapped a hand around his base and slid into you, loving how loud and wet your pussy was thanks to his previous work. “god you’re so perfect for me––” he leaned forward and thrusted into you as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him into you. 

he picked up the pace, only now realizing how needy he was since he was focusing on you before. your sighs turned into moans as your back arched into him, your hands gripping his hair as you brought him closer, your lips grazing each others.

“you want me to put some babies inside you, lovie?” a cheeky grin on his face as he pounded into you, referencing the song. 

you nodded, looking up at him teasingly innocent as you moved up and down slightly on the bed with each movement of his hips. “want you to fill me up, baby.”

he grunted, “shit––” his hips drilling into you as he rubbed your clit mercilessly, wanting you to tip over the edge with him. 

he leaned forward, desperately rutting his hips into you and your legs clenched around him. the both of you moaned out together, panting as his thrusts slowed down, his hips hitting yours as he released deep inside of you. you leisurely and slowly kissed each other, taking your time to enjoy each other and catch your breaths. 

he pulled away slowly to look at you, his hand coming up to rub your cheek softly as he smiled down at you, his cock still throbbing inside you. he licked his lips laughing breathlessly, “hi baby.” 

you laughed, turning your cheek to kiss his palm before looking back up at him, “hi.”

“so i think we should do that whole 69 thing more often.”

“oh yeah definitely––”

[themangolorian]

nothing, really, dies. nothing dies. nothing dies.

For @kanejweek Day 2: Ambiguity (life & death, cold-blooded)

Pairing: Kaz x Inej

Warnings: Nothing much, discussion about death and some slight physical intimacy

somewhat inspired by this quote

Inej wrapped her arms tightly around her child as the wind whistled over the rooftop of the Slat, only slightly pulling at their thick coats. They watched the barges pass in the distance, for a moment in silence. Then a tug on her sleeve.

“Mama?”

Inej hummed. A question. Her fingers rubbed warmth into the back of her daughter’s tiny hands as they huddled in the chill.

“Why do everybody die?”

Inej suppressed a sigh, her eyes running the length of the distant gondol that carried the dead out of the city to the Reaper’s Barge, the sight of which no doubt had prompted her child’s inquiry.

“Well, Chaaru.” The Suli word for my dear. “There truly is no death, only transformation.”

“More Suli proverbs?” The voice was rough stone.

“Papa!” The child wriggled excitedly out of Inej’s arms and nearly tackled her father where he stood, having just clambered through the office window.

Inej’s heart skipped a beat when Kaz’s good leg briefly lost its footing, but he righted himself with his cane and wrapped one arm around the tiny shoulders of their little girl.

Inej pulled her legs to her chest, resting her chin on her knees as she watched them.

Kaz slid gracefully into the spot just beside Inej, stretching his legs before him, and letting their child crawl into his lap.

“Go on,” he murmured, his eyes on the barge in the distance.

Inej’s breath caught slightly at the words, and by the twist of Kaz’s lips he knew it.

“My people don’t believe in death the same way...” she paused, considering, “shevrati do.”

At this, their daughter giggled. “You’re shevrali, Papa.”

Kaz made an affronted sound but there was no mistaking his grin; he adored when their daughter was clever, even when, maybe especially when, it was at his expense.

Inej allowed herself a laugh and reached forward to run her fingers through her daughter’s silky coil of hair, so reminiscent of her own. The movement brought her flush with Kaz, and she was pleased when he leaned into her, when he didn’t tense. He hadn’t frozen like that in so long. Inej was glad.

“Our people,” she corrected herself, “know that life can only ever be created, not destroyed. When we leave this life, we are brought back, in the air, the water, the people.”

In the love we show for those who are gone, Inej thought but didn’t say as she watched Kaz watch their daughter. She knew exactly the ways in which their daughter reminded him of his brother lost those years ago, forever a boy; she knew the fear these thoughts fed him.

“No mourners.” Their daughter replied at last in what could only be a mournful tone, as if she understood too well, though Kaz and Inej had so far protected her from life in the same way they had not been allowed to be.

“No funerals.” Kaz and Inej both murmured back, their smiles helpless.

Later, down in the office, their daughter fast asleep in the cot across the room, Inej wandered over to the desk where Kaz was finishing some last minute accounting from the day’s earnings. She stopped short of the desk in her customary way. She’d made a habit of giving him his space, letting him pull her into it.

He scribbled on and she thought she’d retreat back to the cot until he was ready but it was as if he’d been watching her the whole time, waiting for that moment. He let the pen drop and pushed away from the desk.

Wordlessly, she circled the half of the desk separating them and let him collect her in his arms. He hadn’t held her like this for some time, but in the moment it just felt right.

“You never told me I was going to live forever,” he accused.

Inej pulled back slightly to stare up at him as if he was dense.

“What are you going to tell her when her kitten gets snatched up by a hawk?” He asked almost gently.

Inej’s eyebrows hiked their way up her forehead. “You’re getting her a kitten?”

His face smoothed over automatically; Kaz had always had a good face for bluffing.

Inej huffed and buried her face in Kaz’s neck. “I’ll just have to teach the cat how to not get caught,” she said into his jacket, her voice muffled.

Kaz’s responding chuckle was low, some joke known only to him.

“Our lives are eternal, you know,” she murmured near his ear. He shivered, but she knew it wasn’t in aversion to her. “We are what we leave behind. Not just our children, but every act, every blessing, every curse.”

He paused; she could almost hear his brain work, considering.

“Our...children?”

Inej startled, lost. “What?”

“You said,” he started, reaching to take her hand in his and bringing it slowly to his mouth, “children.”

Inej blinked slowly up at him. “All that wisdom and that’s what you took from it.” She snapped, but her cheeks were warm, the implication of his last words still hanging densely in the air.

His lips met the curve of her palm tentatively, and Inej felt the familiar blaze low in the pit of her stomach at the gesture.

“Is that a no?” He spoke into her palm, his breath hot on her skin.

She swallowed heavily, her mouth dry. She opened her lips to respond when- a tiny meow sounded from across the room.

In a split second, Inej went from expectant to exasperated.

“Kaz, you didn’t.”

He avoided her gaze, looking only bored.

She began to slide out of his arms to go find the source of the sound. But he caught her hand at the last second.

“I believe you, you know.”

She found his eyes in surprise. They were dark with hunger. Her body reacted in kind.

“About what?” Her voice was less steady than she would have liked.

“Life after death,” he said simply, his thumb running tantalizingly over her knuckles. The look in his eyes was blazing as he looked at her, something intense set in them. “How could I not believe around you?”

Her voice was nearly short of breath when she spoke.“You’re just trying to butter me up.”

He tilted one eyebrow as he gazed at her as if to say Really? Inej’s cheeks went hot now. The look was true enough; he already had her right where he wanted her.

She stared at him, her mind flashing over the long chain of events that had brought them both to this point. “Alright,” she said finally.

His turn to look surprised, though he quickly masked it. “Alright?”

“Children,” she repeated firmly before untangling herself to go find the kitten.

Dumbstruck, Kaz let her go. She didn’t have to turn to know he was smiling.

[abluescarfonwaston]

Shapeshifter Au -5

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3  Part 4 Inspired by @spielzeugkaiser art here

Also now on Ao3 cause that’s probably easier for everyone. (And someone asked)

It was odd. Being around someone who knew.

Someone who didn’t look at him strange when he took on his other forms a little too much. Who would scruffed him like a kitten when he got a bit to hissy or would throw him a stick when he got too antsy like a dog or would just heave him into a lake for a swim when he got too dry or toss him into the air when he got too grounded or-

That probably wasn’t normal. Humans didn’t get too dry or too grounded because they hadn’t been an otter or a bird in a long time. Other bards spoke about wanting to fly, to soar, to fall without hitting the ground in ways that had made his arms itch to feather and flap but it seemed more a metaphor for freedom then actual longing for flight.

It was odd. Being around someone who looked less human than he did but was, without a doubt, more human than he was.

He told Geralt that when they were chased out of town to the choruses of Mutant. Monster.

Witcher.

But it never felt enough, because what did Jaskier know about being human? He was perhaps better imposter. That was all.

He crawled up onto the rock Geralt had laid down to warm in the sun while their clothes dripped dry on the clothesline they’d set up between the trees. He stretched his spine, the undercoat of his otter form comfortably dry and debated waiting to shift until after he’d dried.

He shifted anyway and the water seeped into his skin as he laid next to Geralt on his belly.

“Geralt look what I found.” He poked Geralt who ignored him. “Geralt I can find a more annoying form if you don’t look. Don’t test me.”

“You’re already in your most annoying form Jaskier.” He said without opening his eyes. White hair splayed out behind him on the rock, a handful of knots obvious in it. It made him want to run his beak through it, preening Geralt.

“How short your memory is. Don’t you remember the ferret? I could do that again.” He ran his prize between his fingers. It felt so much smaller like this. “Or since you don’t have your clothes on, I could test your tickle response to various textures. Feathers, fur, fingers. I’ve no lack of options.”

Geralt snorted but cracked open an eye.

He lifted his prize up for Geralt’s inspection. Clutched the perfect stone between his thumb and index finger. Its edges beautifully rounded by the lake, its color marbled brown and black.

“A stone?”

“The perfect clam cracking stone Geralt! Look at it! It’s perfect! The color! The shape! The smoothness! It’s beautiful! Perfect! I shall have to write an ode to its majesty!”

“Have you ever even found a clam before?” Geralt smirked lazily. “Or tried to open one with a rock?”

He looked down at the stone. “Well no. But that doesn’t make it any less perfect. I have very good instincts about these things I’ll have you know.”

Geralt closed his eyes with a small shake of his head.

He flipped the stone between his fingers.

He did have good instincts. Not. Not about hunting maybe. But he knew how to fly. To swim. To walk or run no matter the form.

He could fit in with wolves, birds, otters, horses or men. Fit in just enough for them to believe he was one of them. But. But they all knew he wasn’t. Just a little. At the edges. Never quite wolf or otter or bird.

Never quite human.

“I wish I was human.” He rubbed the stone between his fingers. The sun toasted the lake water from his back.

“You are.”

“But I’m not.” He rolled over so their shoulder almost touched holding the stone up, blocking the sun. “I’m not.”

“Were your parents human?”

“Yes. But I’ve no proof either of them can shift. It seems I might very well be a bit of a cuckoo bird.”

“That would explain your habit of bedding married folk.”

He smacked Geralt half-heartedly and quirked a smile. “Perhaps it does.”

“Hm.”

He draped his arm over his eyes. “Of the two of us you’re far more human than I.” Geralt made a disagreeing noise. “You are. Even if you believed the nonsense about Witchers, which to be clear I don’t, you were human once. Which is more than I can say.”

“Brooding doesn’t suit you Jaskier.”

“No, I admit it’s much more your color.”

“I may have been human once but.” Geralt hesitated; painfully. “The trials mutated that out of me. I don’t know how to be human. You, at least, learned.”

The reassurance rang hollow in his chest, as he imagined his did in Geralt’s. Still he tried, “An albino wolf is still a wolf. A man is still a man whether his eyes are brown, blue or gold. Your mutations do not make you any less human Geralt.”

“Then your shifting and instincts about river rocks doesn’t make you less of one either.”

He made a noise that wasn’t agreement or disagreement. Let his eyes drift over to Geralt and droop closed.

The stone in his far hand and the waves at the muddy shore tugged at him. The otter still half formed under his skin.

“Geralt?” He grumbled sleepily. “Indulge one of my inhuman instincts?”

Geralt hm’d approval.

He took Geralt’s hand in his and held on.

“So we don’t drift apart.” He explained as sleep pulled him under.

[mindofharry]

‘watermelon sugar’

inspired by the video dedicated to touching!

* smut!!!!!! smut!!!! smut!!! this is my first imagine writing smut, so pls give me feedback!!! :D

the sun beat down on her pale skin as she wandered around the beach. the beach was beautiful. the sand was hot and golden and the cool ocean was a pale blue. the waves were peaceful and the wind wasn’t even noticeable. for january the weather was beautiful, she even had to put sunscreen on her skin (she burnt easily).

the music video shoot was already going so well — considering they only started the shoot 3 hours ago.

but all the fun eventually came to an end when the director told them to take a 30 minute break. most of the models stayed back on the set, relaxing and chatting, but y/n wandered off once again, remembering the cave she spotted earlier this morning. it was easily the most gorgeous thing she had ever seen.

harry introduced himself once again during the break, making sure everyone was ok and what not. “don’t get me wrong, you’re all lovely, but wasn’t there a green haired girl here?” harry asked trying not to blush as he imagined the girl. he tried not to think about her, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of as she touched herself and other models, she was a complete natural. she wasn’t embarrassed or shy.

and harry really liked that.

“um yeah, y/n’s just gone for a walk”

harry nodded clearing his throat before continuing the conversation. soon enough, the green haired girl called y/n arrived back, just in time for the shoot to start again — and for more madness to ensue. “i don’t think we’ve properly met. i’m harry” he said holding out his hand smiling. y/n pulled her sunglasses down and immediately shook his hand. “i know who you are!” she laughed and harry immediately blushed. “o...o...of course you do” he stuttered and then mentally kicked himself for stuttering infront of a pretty girl. “come on. i can feel the directors glare from all the way over here” she giggled dragging harry along with her.

she was glad that harry lambert, had picked out a good swimsuit, along with his team and such. she was in a white bikini that had flowers on where her nipples would be. and on her pants was the same but a flower where her clit is. she would definitely be robbing these and wearing them on her next holiday.

you see, this bikini was a hit. for y/n and harry. it was obvious that harry had a little crush on y/n so harry lambert, his partner in crime, told the directors to get a little harry and y/n action in. and of course, they listened. “ok y/n i need you to lay back down onto harry” he yelled and she manuvered herself over laying her head on his lap. “you ok with this?”harry asked immediately and she smiled “more than ok” she replied — she was about to call him consent king, an inside joke on the set, as he always made sure to triple check that everyone was ok with what they were doing. but she decided against it and just smiled a bit brighter. and that made harry’s heart burst.

“ok! action”

i just wanna taste it, i just wanna taste it, watermelon sugar high!

the music played as harry sung to y/n. his hand running through her green hair as the models beside him ran their hands down her body, her doing the same to them. he wanted her to touch him. he wanted to feel her soft hands down his chest, over his tattoos. he wanted to feel her kiss down his stomach and thighs and lips.

“ok harry! that’s good! we’re all good for now” the director called out. “ok we have one more scene to film, that harry wants to film specifically so” the director said with a clap of hands “then we’ll probably have this finished in the next two to the three days! we still need to get the ending scenes, but you’ve all been so cooperative, it should fly by!” he finished and nodded towards harry.

“harry whenever you’re ready”

y/n had never been more turned on in her life, she felt like she was making a naughty video. and she’s made lots of those before, but this was more. the feeling of harry standing over her, filming her get touched by another girl, made a clit throb. she was in a yellow top this top with cut out squares so you could easily see her nipples in it, which she kind of loved. the girl touching her had red nails, and pale skin. and god she was beautiful, if possible that made y/n even wetter.

“y....yeah.... uh we’re good here now” harry stuttered out before clearing his throat. y/n smiled at the girl with red nails “that felt great” y/n teased. she could feel harry’s stare on her as she downright flirted with the model right in front of him.

“hey y/n could i talk to you?” harry asked quite agitated at the sight of y/n with her nipples out. y/n smirked and nodded getting up of sand. they both walked up to a small little shed on the beach, harry immediately pulled the model behind it, making sure no one could see them. he pressed the green haired angel against the white wall of the shed, groaning with delight.

“you’re driving my crazy” he groaned as y/n slid her hands up and down his chest. y/n teased him with a pout. “oh you poor baby!” she giggled. she immediately stopped the teasing when harry’s lips met her neck, her breathing stopped for a minute. her hands grabbed onto his messy, curly hair. y/n’s head leaned back her body arching. “harry” she moaned as his hand reached up to breast teasing her hard nipple. “jesus christ” she whispered pulling his head up by his hair. he couldn’t help but let out a moan. she smirked. y/n placed her red lips on his, immediately letting out a moan, his tongue finally finding away to make an entrance. “you dirty boy” she murmured holding each side of his face. she could feel his hard cock against her pelvis. “look how hard you, pretty boy” she said grabbing a hold of it.

“please, p...please”

“please what?” she smirked enjoying the effect she had over him. she wanted to feel him inside of her, so bad. but he’ll have to beg a little first. “please, baby. please, let my cock inside your pretty mouth. beautiful girl, please” he almost sobbed. y/n had never been with someone this emotional before, but she very much liked it so far. “ok, baby, ok” she replied opening his shirt buttons. once harry shrugged off his top she kneeled down on the ground kissing right above his jeans, her hands holding his hips in place. “c...come on baby. please” he whined and she laughed before unbuttoning his pants and dragging down his boxers. her mouth watered at the sight. it was the hardest and biggest dick she’d ever seen. in her opinion, it was beautiful. it was red, almost blue. it was just calling her name. her pants were drenched, she’s sure you could smell her arousal from a mile away.

her tongue made its way to the tip of harry’s cock, and harry’s already fit to cum. she takes him all the way, not gagging once. he groans so loud the y/n has to slap his thigh. harry found release in her green hair, grabbing onto it, the moans coming out of her vibrate, the vibrations running up his body. she continues sucking on his red, hard cock, but begins to fondle with his balls. that’s where he’s a goner. harry begins to move at his on pace, to put it out straight, he starts fucking her face. y/n loves every second of this. the roughness of this could make her cum so quickly. harry groaning, pulling her hair and fucking her face is just so much for one pussy to handle. “shit, baby, m’gonna cum” he cries and quickly takes his dick out. he wants to cum all over her pretty face.

“come on, baby. cum all over my face” she said so innocently batting her eyelashes. he nodded letting the cum splash out across her face, more so her cheeks, she also made sure to get some in her mouth letting her tongue out like it was raining.

“oh fuck” harry cried falling down on the ground. y/n licked most of the cum off her, his cum tasted salty and sexy. she let the rest of the cum rest on her face, for effect. “you, ok buddy?” y/n asked crawling over to him. he nodded closing his eyes “that was the best blow job i’ve ever gotten. holy shit” he said — almost out of breath. y/n shrugged smiling coyly. “i try” she replied. harry grabbed his shirt and got rid of the cum on her face. she pouted saying “i liked that!”

“come here”

y/n followed harry’s movements that led to her sitting on top of harry’s waist. “let me do something for you” he said placing his fingers on top of her drenched panties. “you’re already so wet for me” he said smiling as she nodded “just for you, harry, just for you” she moaned moving her hips.

his fingers stopped and she let out a whine “sit on my face” harry said, y/n looked at him confused “sit on my face, y/n” he said sternly. she nodded immediately stripping of her pants and throwing them to the side. y/n placed her pussy right in front of harry’s mouth and he sighed happily “so pretty. such a pretty little kitty” he said swiping his finger along her slit, testing her wetness. “i’m going to skip to the good part” he whispered grabbing a hold of her waist and bringing her sex down to his wet lips.

harry wrapped his lips around her, bud. he pressed his the flat of his tongue against her, and licked it up and down. “oh my god” y/n moaned her face looking straight up at the blue sky. she needed to move, but his grip on her waist was too tight. her moans, made harry move his tongue, more forcefully.

“fuck harry” she almost screamed. “yeah, baby right there” she whined closing her eyes and arching her body. harry couldn’t even tell what was real and fake. her moaning, the heat, her delicious pussy. her kitten tasted amazing, not like anything he’d ever tasted before. ironically it tasted sweet, like watermelon sugar.

harry hummed his approval against her, and the added stimulus, had her bare toes curling against the warm sand. “fuck, fuck” y/n moaned. she wanted to cum, so bad. but she never wanted this feeling to end. this feeling of euphoria.

the pleasure was so intense, y/n lost track of time and place. all she could here was herself calling out harry’s name and her finally getting to ride his face.

“oh, god” she cried as she could feel herself letting go.

god did she taste sweet.

she bucked and heaved holding on to harry’s arms. he continued to lick and he drink her in. her essence and passion.

“jesus christ” she sighed rolling off of harry laying down beside him. “hey! i wasn’t done cleaning you up!” he whined and she laughed “give the vagina a break for a sec. your tongue is a masterpiece” she moaned almost cumming again at the thought of it. “could say the same thing about yours” he replied and she giggled “oh i know” she said smugly.

“wanna head back to my house, i’m sure everyone’s left by now” harry asked and waited in enticipation. y/n hummed “only if you promise not to have me walking for the next month”

“deal”

[mystic-kitten-writer]

You said I could keep going and asked for more! So here we go! I delivered. When drawing this, I tried to think of this scene as a nice break for Yue and Zuko and they just hang out in the gardens even though it’s raining a little. Zuko’s just kinda admiring how at peace she seems...idk interpret the whole image as you will, it’s all up to you and anyone else who sees this but that was my thought process. I will keep making these for as long as I have time and inspiration and you want me to, pal :) Much love!

Oh, the utter satisfaction of posting these amazing fanarts~

I owe a HUGE apology to all the amazing artists that sent me fanart but I never got to post them. I wrote drabbles with all the pieces, (the ones that were sent to me a while ago), but because I hadn’t found time to properly edit them I ended up delaying it - hence where we are now 🤧

I found some time in between this crazy week, but expect tons of fanart these upcoming days because they’re so amazing and it’s like ajdksjkdasjdjs-

I must show off 👁👄👁

I hope you enjoy the drabble I created with your fanart, and please look forward to the rest that are yet to come~ 🥰

“Yue-”

“Can’t catch me~.”

“You’re going to slip-”

“Then you’ll catch me, my prince charming~” Yue giggled, letting the white umbrella twist in her grasp with a wink.

The dewy green grass caressed her legs, the bottom of her slippers wet—light as air with a spirit like fire, her movements as fluid as water itself. A sheepish grin fell over my expression, snorting at her silliness as she continued to twirl around the gardens.

‘A walk before dinner,’ Yue practically begged, tugging on my sleeves as she eagerly skipped. She didn’t spare me a moment to protest- although, the protests would be empty. It was the quick thinking of the servants, already knowing Yue’s obsession with the gardens, that they tossed the white umbrella that Yue played with. A breathless ‘thank you’ leaving my lips as we departed to the floral scenery before us.

Her hand caressed every flower with her fingertips, tiny beads of water dripping onto her palm. “They’re closing up…” Yue spoke with a little pout, taking note of how the petals on each flower slowly closed in on itself. She was right- as if the flowers were shying away from the drizzle in the air.

“Another rainstorm…” I muttered, shifting my gaze upwards.

The grey clouds were beginning to make their way towards us, washing away the peachy purple skies. Even the sun was starting to dip, the moon ready to take its place. The winds were stirring, the once-tiny droplets now creating a distinct noise against the umbrella Yue carried. She’s going to catch a cold.

“Love, we should get back inside the kingdom-”

“But, Zuko-” Yue began to protest, and I shifted my gaze back down towards Yue, “It’s going to pour, love, and someone here stole the umbre-” 

There wasn’t enough time in the world to explain why I loved Yue.

From her eye smile to the beauty mark between her toes, everything about her was perfection.

Yue had dropped onto the grass, her face calm as she stared out into the distance. Her doe-like eyes were eagerly observing the nature that surrounded us. An expression of admiration painted over her delicate features. She was watching how the animals took shelter under the trees, to the tiger-ants that crawled over the tiny rocks that decorated the paths.

It was one of the things I valued the most from Yue - her ability to live in the moment and appreciate even the tiniest things in life.

She made me feel alive.

Her head slowly rose, a sad smile on her face as she let out a sigh of defeat, “You’re right…we should go back inside before we get caught in the storm...”

I took a step closer to her sitting figure before letting myself go. The sound of my body lazily falling beside her sitting figure, my damp clothes hitting the wet grass. Yue’s eyes widened, the umbrella almost slipping from her grip, “What are you-”

“We’ll go inside once the rain picks up…” I spoke with a bored tone, but my lips curved upwards because Yue knew precisely what I was doing.

With a cloud of faint dust over her cheeks, Yue hummed, “Thank you…”

“Forever and always.” I whispered.

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Disclaimer: I do not own any Avatar characters besides any original characters I have created.

Cross-posted on Ao3/Tumblr/Quotev/Wattpad to discourage plagiarism.

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Press/Gallery: Elizabeth Olsen Is Ready to Lead the MCU

An ambitious new Disney+ series might just give the strongest Avenger the happy ending she deserves.

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  ELLE: We can’t keep meeting Elizabeth Olsen like this. By “this,” I mean in the throes of catastrophe or bereavement, or, to put it plainly, when she’s an emotional wreck. In the 2018 Facebook Watch drama Sorry For Your Loss, Olsen assumes the role of Leigh Shaw, a young widow grappling with the unexpected loss of her husband and all the painful nuisances that come with death: the unbearable waves of sadness, the clichéd condolences, a grief support group that runs out of donuts. At one point, Leigh says through a cracked voice, “I’m just mad all the time.” It’s hard not to draw parallels to Olsen’s other angry character. After all, “mad” is exactly how 2015’s Avengers: Age of Ultron introduced us to Wanda Maximoff.

Defined by tragedy since her Marvel debut, Wanda (aka the Scarlet Witch) is an orphan with telekinetic powers. When not saving the world, she spends most of her time onscreen grieving the deaths of her parents, twin brother, or lover. Wanda’s never been allowed to fully exist outside the confines of her grief and anger, but with the launch of WandaVision—Marvel’s foray into serialized content for streaming—she may just be getting the happy ending she deserves.

Partly inspired by The Vision comic book, which follows synthezoid superhero Vision and his family as they move to the suburbs of Washington, D.C., the Disney+ series is an ode to the TV sitcoms we’ve come to love, with Wanda and Vision (Paul Bettany) basking in newlywed bliss—except Vision’s been very dead (killed twice, in fact) since the events of 2018’s Avengers: Infinity War. It’s unclear exactly how these starcrossed characters got to suburbia, but for now, it’s a delight to see the typically solemn duo sink their teeth into slapstick comedy.

“The show is like a blank slate for them,” Olsen tells me over Zoom, her light brown fringe a departure from Wanda’s red waves. The Scarlet Witch’s doleful glare is also long gone; in its place, Olsen’s eyes are wide with excitement. “Wanda and Vision’s journey to this point is a story of pure, innocent love and deep connection with another person,” she explains. “It was also very traumatizing. Tragedy has always been their story. In our show, we kind of wipe that clean and start fresh.”

But Wanda’s complicated past looms over WandaVision. Age of Ultron saw her and her twin brother, Pietro, initially opposing the Avengers (the siblings volunteered for a series of experiments with Hydra—a super evil organization within the MCU—after the deaths of their parents at the hands of Tony Stark’s Stark Industries) before switching sides to help save the Earth. The movie ends in victory for our superheroes, but yet another tragedy for Wanda when Pietro dies in battle. She finds comfort in the arms of Vision, an android created from the remains of Tony’s J.A.R.V.I.S. program, but even that bliss is short-lived. You see, Vision can only live with the help of the Mind Stone, which Mad Titan Thanos needs to take over the universe. In Infinity War, Vision asks Wanda to sacrifice him, and Wanda reluctantly agrees—but Thanos reverses time to gain control of the stone, killing the robot for a second time. Wanda’s pain is palpable: Imagine sacrificing the love of your life to save everyone else, just to watch him brought back to life and killed again—by the very villain you’re trying to defeat.

Though the thrill of playing a character with superhuman abilities is enticing for any actress, Olsen says it was Wanda’s internal battle with mental health that attracted her to the role in the first place. “[Joss Whedon] explained to me that Wanda Maximoff has always been this pillar of the struggle of mental health, from her pain and depression and traumatic experiences to how she completely alters the reality of the comics,” Olsen says of her early conversations with the Age of Ultron director. “The thing I held onto after reading the initial script was that she was not only powerful because of her abilities, but because of her emotions.”

In fact, MCU theorists would argue she’s one of, if not the, strongest Avenger. She can infiltrate the others’ minds to reveal their biggest fears (Age of Ultron). She can overpower Vision and send him plunging through several floors to break up a fight between warring superheroes (Avengers: Civil War). She can even bring Thanos to his knees, snapping his sword in half and forcibly removing his armor piece by piece (Infinity War).

Still, “they keep slapping her over the head with more grief,” Olsen quips.

As phase one of the Marvel Cinematic Universe began with the sound of clanging metal on May 2, 2008, phase four kicked off on January 15, 2021 with a kitschy 1950s sitcom theme: “She’s a magical gal in a small town locale / he’s a hubby who’s part machine / How will this duo fit in and pull through? Oh, by sharing a love / like you’ve never seen.”

With WandaVision, Marvel steers clear of the typical superhero trappings: no destructive battles at a Berlin airport or across the streets of New York City; no blonde-haired god time-traveling to other realms; no tree-like alien fight alongside a raccoon. Wandavision takes place after the events of Endgame in a fictional suburban town called Westview, and the biggest problem the newlyweds face in the show’s opening moments is creating a convincing backstory to get nosy neighbor Agnes (Kathryn Hahn) off their backs.

“They are just trying to fit in,” Olsen explains. “They’re trying to not be found out by their neighbors that they’re super-powered beings.” Now, if only we can figure out what the hell is actually going on. Olsen remains tight-lipped: “The reason it’s a sitcom shows itself later in the show,” she hints. “When Kevin [Feige] told me, it didn’t feel so bizarre. It felt like a great way to start our story.”

“With our show, you don’t know what the villain is, or if there is one at all.”

So, is Wanda stuck in the first stage of grief, denial? Has she altered reality as a coping mechanism for Vision’s death? Is she being held hostage by a terrorist organization (ahem, Hydra!)? One thing we do know is that someone is watching the couple and taking notes. At the end of episode 1, the camera pans out from a retro TV playing an episode of WandaVision (meta!) to show a hand jotting down notes. There’s a strange sword symbol on the notebook and a nearby control board, and in episode 2, the same sign appears on a toy helicopter lodged in the couple’s front yard. Later, when a mysterious beekeeper crawls out of the sewer on the couple’s street, the symbol is seen on the back of his suit. In its 20-plus movies, Marvel villains have always existed in plain sight. But with a new, less obvious darkness lurking at every turn, Wanda may have to return to her world-saving roots.

“Someone said to me when you watch any of these hero movies, you know when the villain’s about to show themselves, and you also have an idea of who the villain is,” Olsen says. “With our show, you don’t know what the villain is, or if there is one at all.” For now, WandaVision allows for glimmers of hope and optimism for Wanda and Vision, despite what darkness tries to threaten their happiness. “Wanda is trying to protect everything in her bubble, protect what she and Vision have and this experience,” Olsen says. “I think everything she does is in response to keeping things together.”

In addition to exploding the concept of the superhero onscreen, WandaVision toys with a different era of TV in each episode. The pilot takes viewers to the ‘50s with an episode filmed in front of a live studio audience, and Wanda dresses up in the quintessential housewife garb, not a hair out of place in her voluminous bob. By the time we click on episode 2, she trades in her apron and kitten heels for a more pared-down ‘60s look, while episode 3 gives a nod to the ‘70s, complete with a Brady Bunch-style staircase and a shag haircut for Vision.

While dressing up was the fun part, time-hopping through the eras required a lot of binge-watching old sitcoms to get the mannerisms down right. Olsen studied series like The Dick Van Dyke Show, The Brady Bunch, The Mary Tyler Moore Show, and Bewitched to “understand the tones of each era” and get a grasp of how Wanda and Vision should act as a couple. (One of her favorite TV pairings was Jane Kaczmarek and Bryan Cranston from Malcolm in the Middle.) She was fascinated by the way female characters evolved through the decades: “You have to learn appropriate manners—what’s considered being polite or proper. That coincides with women’s voices changing,” she explains. “I enjoyed challenging myself to match the syntax and the lyricism. I live in a very chest-register kind of deep voice. I had to remember not to bring it up at certain moments.”

For so long, Wanda served as a supporting character to Marvel’s biggest names, and the formulaic mundanity of the major theatrical releases made it easy to get comfortable. WandaVision offered Olsen a much-needed challenge. “I’ve only been working for 10 years, but there is this feeling where you start to get comfortable,” she says. “WandaVision was the furthest thing from comfortable for me. It felt intimidating. The character is a completely different thing.”

And fans hoping for a little Marvel action won’t be disappointed. “We still live up to what Marvel does,” she promises. “We just tell the story in a completely different way. It’s a very emotional, female story and it’s a story they haven’t told yet for either of our characters.” Whatever your theory is, keep the cliché condolences to yourself. No one will be uttering, “Sorry for your loss” in Wanda’s world.

Press/Gallery: Elizabeth Olsen Is Ready to Lead the MCU was originally published on Elizabeth Olsen Source • Your source for everything Elizabeth Olsen

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Dragon Afternoons

Love Like Dragons AU

Bevie | Jay & Lonnie | Mal & Audrey BROTP | Little Dragons

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Evie was deeply flustered. Throwing another wadded paper ball at the overflowing trash bin, she missed and hit Mal - her five year old Isle Dragon - in the head. The mean eyed purple beast grunted unhappily at being woken from where she slept by the wall heater, and Evie lifted a hand to her lips with a little gasp.

“Oh, Mal. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you,”

The dragon snorted, as though saying ‘sure you didn’t’, and tossed her head slightly.

“I’m just so frustrated,” Evie said to her best friend, who stood and stretched with a gaping, toothy yawn, “I’m supposed to be designing these gowns for the Imperial Ball next month but I’m stumped. If I don’t come up with something soon I’ll miss my deadline!”

Beginning to worry, Mal leapt up from the floor and crawled onto Evie’s shoulder. Giving the woman a warm cheek bump as a form of comfort, the blunette chuckled weakly, “thanks M. But I’m not sure what to do,”

Mal, being a dragon, couldn’t answer with words. But she lifted her shoulders, as if shrugging in the face of Evie’s current predicament. After all, what did a dragon know about fashion or clothes? Sighing a bit in defeat, Evie rubbed the place between her brows with a thumb and forefinger. At this same moment, there was a loud THUNK as something rammed into the outside of her study door. Standing, Mal gave a little rattling question as Evie gently turned the handle.

Three month old Dizzy tumbled head first into the office, rolling like a pinwheel on her back before settling on her belly with a squeak and a huff. She had only been hatched a few months prior, but already was the size of a small kitten. Her paint splatter markings only seemed to grow brighter and more numerous as she grew, and her massive floofy lion tail was still as untamed as ever.

“Dizzy!” Evie exclaimed, squatting down to pick the dragonling up off the floor, “you poor thing. What are you doing?”

Dizzy gave a little squeak, and Mal snorted rather loudly on Evie’s shoulder to assert her presence as ‘Aunty Mal’. Shortly though, Ben appeared around the corner looking a tad flustered.

“Sorry E! I didn’t mean for her to get away from me,”

“It’s ok. But what are you doing?”

Passing Dizzy to Ben, who dropped her into the pocket of his jeans, the man smiled.

“Jay called; he wants to meet the dragonlings. And it’s such a nice day, I thought maybe some time outside would be good for them. And you, if you’d like?”

“Oh Ben, that’s so thoughtful,” Evie mumbled, “but I have this huge deadline and I’m so stumped,”

“Well, maybe a short picnic with friends will inspire you?” Ben suggested, quivering as Dizzy clambered back out of his pocket and up the side of his blouse, “you could use a break, love. You’re overwrought. And Jay wants to get to know you.”

“Jay. He was the best man at our wedding? The one with the long hair?”

“Right. He’s really cool, we played Tourney together in school. There’s someone else coming who I think you’d like to meet as well,”

“His girlfriend?” Evie asked, already turning off the light to her study. Maybe a moment outside would jog her poor, crazy brain.

“Sort of. It’s a surprise,” Ben insisted, wincing as Dizzy sat directly on his head, “and she’s on my head,”

“I got her,” Evie chuckled, taking the dragonling off her husbands hair with a little nose kiss, “she’s such a little dear,”

“If that’s what we’re calling it,” Ben huffed, mimicking Mal a tad as he straightened his shirt, “now, shall we go? You’ve got your sketchbook?”

“Always,” Evie laughed, tucking Dizzy into the pocket of her skirt where she curled up for a nap. Mal was a big help in wrangling Ceila, the eldest hatchling, holding her by the scruff. While Audrey — Ben’s Aurorian Dragon — had Carlos clinging to her back and snoozing away. Only when they were all in the car on their way to the park did Evie allow her mind to wander. Currently, all of her designs felt...wrong somehow. They didn’t capture the essence of royalty and grandeur that the Imperial Ball represented. And she wanted her designs to be exceptional, as Ambassadors from all over the world would be present.

It was a huge deal. And Evie was kinda freaking out over it.

As they neared their destination - the same park Ben and Evie first met - the young couple began leashing up the dragonlings. Though Mal and Audrey were sure to stay close by, Dizzy and Ceila would definitely run off. Carlos was still much to small to run away on his own, and Evie was certain he wouldn’t stray far from mom. As usual, Ceila was a bullet right out the gate, followed closely by Dizzy as the two were usually partners in crime. Mal and Audrey sat on their consecutive owners shoulders, keeping an eye on the little ones from above.

Still thinking about her designs, Evie almost missed the flash of green, red and gold in the trees.

“Evie, look up,”

And she did, and her breath was stolen instantly. A beautiful, absolutely gigantic serpent ran above them. Plated in metallic, colorful scales, the monster was the most elegant thing Evie had ever seen. It ran on the wind itself, wingless but still somehow flying. It’s face was like a lion, with large golden cat like eyes, and floating tendrils of black fur which rippled like water on the breeze.

“Oh my...”

Evie, still astounded, jumped as the creature dove suddenly. Twisting its long body around, it caught a flying frisbee in its square jaw. It then flew back towards the ground where a young man in a tank top happily took the disk, and gave the dragon a pat on the head.

“Jay!” Ben called out, “over here!”

“Ben! What’s up, man!”

Jay was tall and muscular, and had Evie not already been married, he was certainly dating material. His smile was boyish and innocent, and he happily took Ben’s outstretched hand before pulling him into a ‘guy hug‘, “glad you could make it out. It’s been forever,” Jay spoke, “hey foxy lady. I hear life’s been good to you, huh?”

Audrey trilled happily as she let Jay gently tickle the underside of her chin, preening at the touch.

“And Evie,” Jay said, turning to the woman with a grin, “nice to see you again. And who’s this?”

Motioning to Mal, who looked severely unimpressed by Jay, Evie chuckled. Dragons had been prohibited at the actual wedding ceremony, despite having snuck in away. So Jay hadn’t technically met Mal yet, other then a possible glimpse.

“This is Mal, she’s...” Mal snorted at Jay, “difficult,”

“Nah, no worries. Lonnie is the same way, I totally get it,”

“Lonnie?”

“Yeah, my favorite lady. She’s over there...probably destroying that frisbee. Hey, Lonnie!” Jay gave a sharp whistle with his fingers as the massive serpent like dragon lifted her head. She still had the disk, but looked close to destroying it with massive teeth, “don’t eat that! Plastic is bad for you!”

The dragon gave a low rattle of annoyance before returning to her play time, and Jay shook his head, “sorry. She’s been cooped up while my parents are visiting. They aren’t big fans of Dragons. So, introduce me to the little ones,”

Kneeling down to where Ceila and Dizzy were running around Ben’s legs, they immediately came to investigate.

“This is Ceila and Dizzy,” Ben insisted, pointing to each Dragonling, “and then Carlos, the little brother.”

Gently picking up the runt from Audrey’s back, Jay laughed happily as he was placed within cupped palms. Evie’s heart melted at the sight of such a tough man holding such a tiny creature. It was very attractive.

“He’s so small,” Jay commented, “and no colors or anything?”

“His egg fell out of the nest and developed a crack,” Evie explained, swatting at Mal who was getting a bit agitated at just standing around. She always was the impatient one, “Uma thinks it’s a mutation,”

“Ah. Well, Uma is the dragon expert,” Jay nodded, giving Carlos back to Audrey who whistled in thanks, “well, come on over and meet Lonnie. And then we can eat. I brought takeout!”

And so they did, approaching the serpent dragon as a group. Up close, Evie could see now she had both fur and armored scales, her face surrounded by the softest looking white plumes. Her head was significantly larger then her body and square in shape, while her four legs had viciously sharp white talons.

“She’s beautiful,” Evie breathed, feeling Mal’s claws dig just a bit tighter into her skin. After all, unlike Audrey who Mal was only slightly smaller then, Lonnie was the size of a Great Dane, “what breed is she?”

“Imperial Dragon,” Jay answered, “got her from a breeder not to long ago. She’s a show Dragon. Catch and release, but also a bit of agility,”

“Catch and release?” Evie asked, grappling already for her sketchbook.

“Yeah. It’s a game to test a dragons ability to hunt. You release a clay pigeon on a fast track and let the Dragon go after it. It’s really fun to watch. Lonnie here is a world champion,”

Lonnie grumbled a response, and Evie glanced at Mal curiously. Other then the rats in the shed and the laundry on the line, Mal didn’t ever show much interest in hunting. She mostly played with her food before becoming bored and moving on to something else. Maybe she needed to give this catch and release idea a try?

“Think it would be ok for the little ones to meet?” Ben asked, keeping Ceila and Dizzy’s lines short, though they were already moving closer to the larger dragon in curiosity.

“Oh yeah. Lonnie is a big softie really. She just looks scary,”

And so Ben very carefully let out the lines. Evie glanced at Audrey, but she didn’t appear to worried and was actually checking out her claws. Mal was back to being vaguely annoyed with the whole thing, yawning and laying across Evie’s shoulders in the sun. Lonnie, who had now noticed the little dragons coming closer, dropped her frisbee. Evie, enamored, happily captured her long thin body, shimmering coin like scales and wavy Raven fur on paper.

The beast bobbed sideways for a moment, turning her head this way and that to have a better look. Her golden eyes widened into moons as her long furry tail flicked back and forth. The bells acting as her collar jingled as the little ones were finally upon her. And Evie, for a tense moment, thought she may leap for them. But instead she dropped to the ground, chin against the grass and nostrils flaring with happy play. She rolled onto her back as the baby dragons clambered up onto her underbelly, sliding down the ridges. Dizzy even managed to sit on her flat muzzle, staring the great beast in the face.

“Awe,” Evie crooned, “so cute. Ben take a picture,”

“I’m already on it,”

“Ah see, nothing to worry about!” Jay said, waving to the place where he’d set out a rather large blanket and boxes of takeout, “now how bout lunch. I’m starving.”

And so three adults, and six dragons all sat down for a meal together. While eating, Evie continued to color and make patterns. She smiled as the dragonlings slid down the serpents back like a slide, or when Mal got brave and batted at her ridge only to be easily pushed over by a gentle but playful paw. Audrey just napped in the sunshine, happy to get a bit of rest while holding little Carlos close to her to keep him warm.

“This has been a perfect afternoon,” Evie said when their food was nearly gone, and the fortune cookies were cracked and read aloud. Mal was currently eating a strawberry from her hand, content back on her shoulders, “and Lonnie is welcome at our house anytime. I’m sure the little ones would enjoy a visit from their second Aunty anytime,”

“Any more dragons and we’ll have to get a bigger house,” Ben complained to his wife as she beamed.

“You know I’m a dragon mom, Ben. Don’t even tempt me with that idea,”

“You walked right into that one,” Jay laughed, tossing a coconut prawn to Lonnie who caught it easily. Laughing easily, Evie glanced down at the sketchbook in her lap.

“Think you have enough to get those gowns done?” Ben asked her, leaning back on his hands and stroking Audrey’s head gently.

“I think so,” Evie answered, closing the book and tucking it back in her bag, “But we don’t have to go quite yet. I think I’d like to see some of that agility Jay was talking about.”

“That’s if we can find where Lonnie buried the frisbee,” Jay complained, causing more laughter. And as the sun began to set, Ben, Jay and Evie watched as Lonnie performed daring acrobatics for prawns, and the little dragons — tuckered out from a day of excitement — slept peacefully in pockets and bags.

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A/N: And Lonnie and Jay are officially in the story! Make sure to ping me with other characters you may be interested in seeing :) Evie does need a bigger house...maybe a Dragon sanctuary *eyebrow wags*

[meteorstricken]

Sephiroth Week, Day 7 Prompt: Rebirth

“Assimilation”

"Let me give you one last piece of advice, Ancient. No matter what you do, it's futile. It's all part of this Planet's system. Many foreign entities from the skies fall into the Planet's life cycle unknowingly and now Jenova’s in there. So where does its soul go? Even if you try to destroy it, it will never disappear. It has merged with the Sea of Mako, drifting through every part of the Planet through the Lifestream. One day, you will all have to live as part of Jenova. Hahaha... It's only a matter of how soon that will happen."--Professor Hojo to Aerith, 'Maiden Who Travels the Planet'

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Spring

The planet's personality was changing. Spring brought forth flora in vibrant, unnatural colors--purple spiny fronds where long, gentle gold and green waves used to grow. Giantism emerged in some of the smaller creatures. A house kitten born the previous winter might be confused with one of the big, feral carnivores, because that's what it had become. Chocobo teeth were novelty for country fairs, once their keepers learned how not to get bitten. And, incidentally, once they figured out that the birds no longer craved greens. A herding dog or two was lost to that discovery.

Although the change brought fear, for the most part, people learned to live with it. Smaller villages put up fences. Hunting became a popular pastime once more, granting some of the elderly a renewed sense of purpose as they trained their grandchildren. Cuisine and medicine transformed by leaps and bounds. At times it was a struggle, but adaptation allowed everyone to continue living their normal lives for the most part.

What had brought on this change? What had so influenced the planet's idea of itself? Most--from the subsistence farmer to the W.R.O. expert reporting directly to Reeve Tuesti--believed that it was simply the growing pains of a world that had been through way too much in too little time. Jokes of planetary puberty abounded.

No one could say for sure, but there was also no evidence to the contrary. Wily though the world was, there seemed to be no deliberate villainy afoot, and the last Mako reactor had been disabled years ago.

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Summer

They were once members of Shinra-endorsed fanclub called the Silver Elite, which also served as an arm of the old company's propaganda efforts. Although long since disbanded, many remained friends, and they journeyed together to Icicle Inn that Summer to get away from the abnormal heat that had cloaked much of the world, binding it into one shared season. It was unusually warm here as well, but pleasantly so.

Under a full moon they gathered around a fire, black-cloaked and nervous. All at once, they'd felt the urge--no, the need-- to dress that way. It was comfortable, they said to one another, but they couldn't define it any further than that, and they didn't try to. A hush fell over them. One woman began to hum a directionless, unknown tune. Two more joined in with her. Then, all together, they somehow achieved a perfect, united harmony.

"Do you remember Sephiroth?" one of them spoke when they'd ended the mysterious song.

There was laughter at first. Of course everyone remembered. The only reason most of them knew one another was because Shinra had convinced them to lust after its prided SOLDIER. Not that much convincing had been needed--the man had been a living masterpiece.

"But he was more…he became more than that, didn't he?" the eldest voiced. There was something desperate and pleading in her tone, as if she was trying to remember part of the doctored tales they'd all been fed that perhaps wasn't so made up.

"If Chairwoman H was right…maybe?"

"Whatever became of her? Did anyone ever actually meet her? Who was she?"

"Probably just another company shill."

Another long, drawn out silence descended over the group. The fire snapped and crackled, and a chilly wind blew down from the Great Glacier--a rapid-melting mass that was said to have flooded the ancient ruins nearby. Small runoff streams had turned to pregnant, raging rivers. There was one they could all hear nearby, roaring as it raced out to the ocean.

"He's alive. I can feel it. We were lied to."

"He can't die. Not truly. He will always return."

Fearful glances rounded the flames. Some nature of spell had come over all of them; something far more potent than raving, pop culture-promoted thirst. What had started as a get away to remember the bad old days had turned to an impromptu cultish conclave, though not one believed they were making anything up. The words and tunes and rhythms surged through them from without--something magical and terrible.

There was no time to think twice. They had heard the call, and they'd all obeyed. What more was left to them?

"The Crisis and Solution, beginning to end to beginning again. Become now the cycle and the meaning, the life and the death, in aeternum, forever and ever," raised up an overlapping chant.

There was weeping. There was trembling. They all shouted the name. And they all threw themselves into the fire.

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Autumn

When Fall arrived, it brought with it dying, pretty leaves and a stilted harvest time--the world had not yet adjusted to living the same season all at once. Supply chains were strained, but attitudes remained upbeat. The planet was healing, everyone agreed. They had to follow its lead so that it could complete the process. For all humanity had taken, a little sacrifice for a couple of years was a small price to pay to be able to witness the planet at full strength--something only the Ancients would have last seen. To live in such a time was a privilege.

And that remained the message, even as Rufus Shinra, his Turks and W.R.O. operatives in Midgar and Junon convened over video calls in darkest hours before dawn. It had now become mercilessly clear that the planet was not acting on its own.

"Yes, degradation, like SOLDIER," Tseng confirmed. "It was first observed in the Junon area forests."

"Which life forms appear to be affected? Is it a danger to humans yet?" Reeve asked.

"Everything our people have tested has come up positive, including crops and cattle. Anything that eats has it," Rufus broke in.

Reeve crossed one leg over the other, wiped his brow, and loosened his collar. "But degradation comes directly from…" He couldn't bring himself to finish.

"Jenova cells. The late Professor Hojo's Reunion theories never accounted for something of this scale, however," Tseng supplied.

"Reunion suggests a gathering together of infected organisms. This is just…it's a take over!" Reeve exclaimed. "How do we stop it?"

Eyes darted between one another. Heads bowed. Of course, there was no stopping it now. It was something that, if they'd not been distracted with everything else over the past several years--Sephiroth's second coming, Deepground and Omega, and the sheer labor expenditure it took to try to keep society stable and rebuilding through those setbacks--should have been researched and addressed immediately following Meteorfall.

But no one knew enough. No one even knew to ask if there could be such all-consuming consequences for the SRD's environmental failures like this. It was beyond imagining.

"We don't. We stay the course," Rufus finally answered.

"Accept that adaptation is necessary, and everyone has to do their part to live with it…" Reeve said, defeated.

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Winter

Sephiroth opened his eyes. He could sense that a frigid cold had overtaken the surface world in its entirety. Mother's essence had at last permeated all things, causing the ecosystems to assimilate and the seasons to act as one. All plant life had returned its energy to the planet, and there its cycle had ended with him; one with him. He was the new living thing they were all to become.

The planet itself was a second skin for him now, one that he was gradually peeling back with each new death.

All fauna was at his fingertips to do with as he pleased--he needed only reach out. Whales, bloated and transformed beyond their bodies' functioning, beached themselves. Fish devoured one another in a feeding frenzy, each one poisoning the other. Bears that would have hibernated crawled out restless from their dens, fierce and hungry. They waded up streams to feed, restrained to the instinct that would have prepared them for the Winter months, freezing to death overly-gorged. House pets turned on their keepers, content to feed on the hands that had faithfully provided for them.

Spirit energy surged and surged into the planet's core, into him. He was rising, becoming…

Bleak despair shrouded the humans' domains as the months crept onward, and Spring failed to arrive again because he did not ordain it so. Some of them killed themselves; others relished blame and murder. Most of the time, they were inspiration enough for themselves, but that did not stop Sephiroth from amusing himself, pushing where hesitation plagued them. Riots and mini wars broke out.

A select few names, he withheld from the end until the very last. Cloud, Tifa, Nanaki, Vincent, Cid, Barret, Reeve, along with some who remained with Shinra were to see the world in its total desolation.

When that day came, he drew them together at the ocean's crimson-dyed shore and announced his presence in their minds. Yes, it was him all along. He had done this, and they'd accomplished nothing but to watch and wait. They'd allowed him to infect all things, and for a time, had taken joy in it. Now, all that was left of the surface was them, the corpse-littered ice-encrusted landscape, and its bloody waters.

As one, they fell to their knees, and he placed a weak, breathy proclamation on their frost-bitten lips--"The Crisis and Solution, beginning to end to beginning again. Become now the cycle and the meaning, the life and the death, in aeternum, forever and ever."

At last, he sent a tidal wave to crush them, and their souls were his.

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Rebirth

A dead planet spun erratically off its axis, breaking orbit from its sun, and flung itself into the depths of space. Fragments broke off from the old husk until all that was left was the green orb that had incubated inside. Brilliantly glowing, it shattered into a million gleaming shards, and a living entity full of wings and eyes--the summation of all life that had ever lived on that world-- unfurled from it.

A god was born.

[pinkpsychic]

Jingle Bells, Reptiles Smell

little birthday fic written by me to @kaymcgivemeacall, my favorite person in the world to talk to about frogs and all that jazz. And just everything. I love you always! And I can’t wait to meet you and we can hold a frog together one day💚 (or gecko wink wink). Happy birthday Sam!

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Round cheeks of a troublesome twelve year old blew against the glass of the lit up tank, eyes scanning the colorful fish as he made farting noises. They swam around oblivious, mostly scurrying further away when the boy’s clammy hands tapped on the tank too hard. The blue haired cashier in the background simply rolled her eyes as if he were a simple fly buzzing around the store. She looked like she wasn’t getting paid enough for the disturbance that was the Tozier boy.

“Richie that’s disgusting! Do you know how many people have been touching that fucking glass and now you’re putting your mouth all over it? And what are you trying to do - entertain them? They’re fish!” The probably sweet (but fed up with her job and capitalism) cashier lady put an earbud in from her ipod as the screechy voice of Eddie appeared. Messy black curls bounced lightly on his head as Richie turned around with a grin, addressing the brunette behind him.

“I put my mouth all over your mom.”

“Oh real fucking funny. I’ve never heard that one before -”

The other losers were wandering the pet store with curiosity, tuning out the two bickering boys as always. Bill, Ben and Beverly were playing with a small kitten’s paws as she swatted at them playfully. Mike was on a mission to look at prices of dog food (and scanning over all the ingredients because dogs deserved the best). Stan was eyeing a greenish yellow bird in its cage once he was done rolling his eyes at Richie and Eddie’s antics. (He swore they made a scene in any damn place they went). The bird cocked its head with interest at him, and it caused his mouth to curl up with a softness. “Aren’t you a pretty thing, huh?” It blinked at him and he simply took that as a, thank you. Oh how he loved birds.

The plan of the day was that - Maggie and Wentworth Tozier would take all of the kids to the pet store to browse (and mainly because their son Richie begged that he wanted a pet for Christmas and would die of loneliness if he didn’t get one), and later on they would all be having a sleepover at the Tozier household. It took a while to convince Sonia Kaspbrak that, no Eddie wouldn’t contract some sort of disease from any of the animals. Eventually she let her son go and Maggie and Went drove them all together to the store.

“You’re not getting a spider Richard! Lord knows what would happen if that thing got loose in my house-” Maggie in the car previously. “

“But mom I would be the coolest bitch in school!” Richie.

“DON’T SAY THAT WORD.” Maggie.

They all made it to the store in one piece, hence the screaming by the fish tanks and everything.

Richie grabbed the short boy’s hand once he stopped hissing at him, attention no longer on the fish but rather to adventure further down the isles. All kinds of things presented themselves. Guinea pigs, ferrets, reptiles of sorts. After some mumbling from Eddie and Richie scanning all the pets excitedly, the black haired Tozier boy blinked before zooming his eyesight in on a certain little guy. Tucked away along the back of the store was its cage, a warm light overhead its home and a water bowl next to him. He had pretty spots and a very extravagant tail (Richie thought). Its tongue was peeking out as it stared directly at the boy.

He was in love.

“Why don’t you pick a cat or something? That way it can run away from you if you’re acting stupid around the house-” Eddie snickered, oblivious to the lack of response until Richie physically pushed his eyesight towards the cage. The brunette cursed about the sweaty hand on his skin before his eyes gaze caught up, and he shut up. They both blinked at the creature.

It was a leopard gecko.

The two stared a bit in awe, Richie especially enamored by the gecko’s appearance and how cool he looked. Radiant. Eddie thought about how - the creature was just as weird and interesting as, well, Richie. It was meant to be perhaps.

“Well,” Eddie started with a dumb grin as he gazed at those beady eyes. “He’s a lot more quiet than your trashmouth. I think that balances things out.” Richie’s face was beaming. It seemed he had found his new friend to take home. Leopard gecko, Eddie approved.

After a lot of convincing and promises that, “I’ll clean his cage mom! I swear I will! And I’ll take care of him good! How can you say no to that tongue?”, Maggie and Went were swiping their card at the register as the rest prepared to take Richie’s new buddy home. All of the losers bounced around him excitedly. In the car ride home they all shouted out possible names (one being Def Leppard which wasn’t approved), back and forth until the ultimate winner was -

Spike. Named by Richie, inspired from The Land Before Time.

He came to adore Spike, Eddie right behind him. One night a few weeks later, the brunette remembers Richie calling the little gecko their “son,” to which he blushed a cute shade of pink. Beverly Marsh would create little hats for Spike, Stan would let him crawl up his chest quietly as he read books, and the others would make it a tradition to poke their tongue out at him every time they came.

And when Richie and Eddie would curl up and rest against each other reading superhero comics, eyes drooping every so often - Spike would lay between them on the blanket, oblivious to the world. The snow would rage on outside with harsh winds as they all cuddled up together.

And it was the perfect family. 🦎

End

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[lord-explosion-baku]

Birthday Snoot

Shinsou x reader

Warnings: swearing, angsty thoughts, fluff

A/N: I just whipped this up for a very special person who’s having a hard time. I’m not gonna add the Taglist because I’m too TIRET.

You dragged your feet up the stairs, dreading even the thought of raising your hands to unlock your condo doors. This week had beat you up. Hell, the past few months had basically latched itself to your back and was draining you of all of your energy; a sadistic twist of it all was that it seemed that the universe enjoyed watching you suffer slowly but surely. You were looking forward to crawling in your bed and allowing your dreams to take you up and out of existence for awhile but you still had so much shit to do.

Your place was empty, a sad thought, though if you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t think you could spare an ounce enthusiasm— a fake smile, acting like everything was cool, or that you were even excited about today. It was just another day. It wasn’t like when you were a kid when you’d count the months, the days, the minutes until this day reared its head around. Often times, you’d be discussing plans with friends, maybe have a party or an outing, something, but your enthusiasm just wasn’t there. You wished it were, but it wasn’t. Will it always be like this? Just another day? If you were being honest, it wasn’t even worth dwelling on. You just had a handful of hours until it was over, and those hours were spent at your desk, working.

You brought a pen to paper and stared blankly at what was supposed to be an essay that was due Monday. What the fuck were you even supposed to be writing about? Your class syllabus was lost to a flurry of other papers jammed in your bag because you didn’t care enough to keep yourself organized or told yourself you’d do it later. If only the world stopped for you just as it seemed like it did in the past. You looked to your phone. Minutes were crawling and you had five missed calls. You felt tension rise up in your back. It was nice to know people cared, to know that people still knew you were alive, but even thinking about calling any one of them back just seemed like another chore.

Your head hit the desk. If only that were enough to knock you out, but that would suggest that you were capable of falling asleep at a decent fucking hour. You hit your head again, if only just to humor yourself and for a moment, it worked, only when you thought about having him see you like this, but of course, he had obligations. You couldn’t expect him to be here to witness your sorry parade. You didn’t even want to tell him that today was your birthday because that could just be a burden to him. He might’ve been a bigger stress ball than you.

It was funny. Thinking about his heavily lidded eyes staring at you actually did get you to be a bit drowsy and you found your eyes fluttering closed. Your lips almost formed a smile. Who needed sleeping pills or meditation when just the thought of your somniferous boyfriend could help aid you with your rest. But shit, fuck! You could not fall asleep. You had obligations.

Just as you were about to raise your head, warmth prickled at your back; large hands began rubbing circles around your shoulders. You hummed in response, easing your head on to your notebook pillow. A scoff followed.

“That doesn’t look very comfy,” he said, trimmed nails tickling you in that spot you liked.

“Hmmm,” you mustered. You weren’t agreeing nor objecting. You just didn’t have words.

His hands dragged down to your arms and he rested his head on yours, his musky aroma tickling your nose. He’d been sweating. On anyone else, that would’ve grossed you out, but you kinda liked it when he smelled like his day. He was always so hard at work, trying to better himself. He was what inspired you to do your best on most days, but today was your day and you allowed yourself the time to just… be down. How did the song go? ‘It’s my party and I can cry if I want to”?.

“Darlin’, if you stay like that, you’re gonna get a hunch in your back. I’ll still love you, but I don’t think you want to live the rest of your life as Quasimodo.”

You hummed again, this time in full agreement. You were already a garbage boi, stink man and you didn’t want to add a hunch on to that. You raised your head and Shinsou let off. You turned towards him and he cupped your face, smiling softly down at you.

“Hey there,” he said, dragging a thumb across your lips. “I missed you so much today.”

You pursed your lips. You should say something. You missed him too, you always did, but words were lost in your throat. You were tired.

“I don’t get a hello?”

You shook your head.

He dipped his head down, leveling his with yours. “Then, how ‘bout a kiss?”

Your eyes fell to his feet. You cursed yourself for being this way. You didn’t want to bring him down. Where were those fake smiles you were thinking about earlier? If you could put up a front in front of anyone, shouldn’t it be for him? He deserved your love and grace. Scratch that, he deserved so much more than you.

“I got you something.” A small square object appeared in front of you. It had wrapping paper adorned with little kittens bearing Christmas tidings all around it; similar to those pajamas you always wore. You furrowed your brows and looked up to him. “It’s a CD.”

Tears welled up in your eyes and you tried to blink them away, but it was a fruitless endeavor. He saw everything.

“Heyyy,” he cooed, kneeling down in front of you. Again, he brought his hand to your face and this time, you leaned into his warm touch. Indigo eyes searched your own. “What’s goin on, kitten? Did something happen?”

God, what was wrong with you? What were you supposed to say to him? Nothing happened. Nothing ever happens. Life was just this endless cycle of you getting up and working your ass off with little to no gratifying results and you were sick of it. And here you were with this fantastic human being who took care of you, who knew your birthday even when you didn’t tell him about it, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to say thank you?! You choked out a sob.

“Shhh shhh, it’s okay…” Shinsou wrapped his arms around you, petting your hair soothingly. With your face in his shirt, you were overwhelmed by his scent as tears rolled off onto it. He felt so nice. He felt like home. You arms creeped up to your back and you lost yourself in his embrace. This was what you needed.

“I know exactly what’s going on…”

One moment you were sitting in your chair, and the next, your legs were hoisted up, imprisoned by your boyfriend carrying you bridal style. For a moment, you felt just like a little kid, like when your parents would carry you from the living room to your bedroom when you’d fallen asleep playing a game. You parted your lips to object, looking towards your schoolwork on your desk but Shinsou wasn’t having it.

“I understand, but you have the entire weekend. You’re exhausted, babe. You need to take a breather.”

Shinsou carried you to your bed and gingerly laid you down across your sheets. Usually you’d find yourself in a similar position after wrestling around and he’d find a way to neutralize you, tossing you carelessly onto your mattress before he’d wrap you around in blankets while you cackled and squirmed underneath him, but right now, he was being sweet, gingerly kissing you on the forehead as he pulled your comforter over your chest. His nice attitude of course, didn’t stoo him from laying right on top of you, burrowing his nose into the crook of your neck.

“We were both busy today. I’m sorry we couldn’t do more.”

You didn’t expect anything from him, so even just having him here with you was enough to lift your spirits slightly. You fingers weaved through his soft purple locks, a sign to tell him that you were fine.

“We don’t have to talk about anything that’s going on if you don’t want to. Just know that I’m here for you, darlin’. And I always will be.”

You tugged on his hair, a sign that was supposed to mean, ‘I get it.’

Shinsou leaned back, brow raised. “Easy there, Godzilla. If you keep that up, I might get the wrong idea.”

You snickered and pulled the covers over your mouth. He smirked down at you and kissed your lips through the covers. You hummed and pulled them down, sticking your tongue out at him, which he took as an opportunity to to smother your face in sporadic and goofy, little pecks. You laughed and scrunched your nose up, turning your head away to avoid any further attacks, but Shinsou merely placed a tender kiss on that sensitive part of your neck.

“I love you,” he said, settling down next to you, “and I’m gonna make sure that we celebrate your birthday properly this weekend, whether you want to go out, stay in, be surprised, I’ll be ready for anything my kitten’s little heart desires. Do you understand?”

His sleepy eyes bore earnest intensity. God, how did you get to be so lucky? You nodded bashfully, embarrassed at your inward fit he had witnessed.

“I’m ready to celebrate every day with you. Whether it be your birthday or any old Thursday. Even if we both have our own shit, we’ll get through it all together. Buckle up, ‘cause you're stuck with me.”

You grinned. Really, he was stuck with you, but hell, sometimes he could be just as big of a mess you were. And you appreciated his mess. You loved him, all of him: his charm, his anxieties, you even loved when he was being a gentle sap like he was right now.

“Hitoshi?”

“Hm?”

You smacked him in the head with a pillow.

“You, monster!” He jabbed you in the rib.

You laughed and wrapped your arms and legs around him, showing off your greatest koala impression, the one he made fun of you for but secretly loved. Shinsou dragged the pillow off of his face and revealed a soft grin. Ahhh he was so stupid!

“I love you, too,” you said into his armpit.

“You better.” Shinsou sunk down deeper into the bed with you, letting out a long yawn before pulling the covers better over the both of you.

“‘Cause I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

@unboundbnha

[the-navistar-carol]

Marinette Self-Care Songfic: Why Should I Worry? from Oliver & Company

AKA: my fix-it fic to the ML angst and salt plus Chloé redemption

AKA^2: Marinette has run out of fucks to give about the Miracu-class

Note: halfway through writing this, I realized it had more Chlonette than I expected it to have. whatever. mild cursing.

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One minute I'm in Central Park

Then I'm down on Delancey Street

Marinette’s heart was soaring for the first time in weeks. Or had it been months? Either way, she was floating on cloud nine, and couldn’t bring herself to concern herself with the new sob story Lila spun that morning about how she couldn’t possibly take her own tray, God forbid, by herself.

Audrey Bourgeois had taken her designs and was going to put them in her newest fashion show! Her designs and ideas would be put on TV, for people across the world!!

She practically skipped downstairs, giddy.

From the Bowery to St Mark’s

There's a syncopated beat

She was up early, much to her parent’s welcome surprise, and bouncing off the walls as her amused Maman handed her a fresh croissant.

The Adrien pictures had been long coming to be gone, now that she thought about it. As he became closer and closer to Lila, she shunned him. That promise of being a team had fallen as soon as it was put under any strain.

Whatever.

I'm street-wise

I can improvise

For once, Marinette wasn’t in a rush. She skipped to school, her sketchbook safely in her room. Any designing inspiration she had, well, there were notebooks for that.

Chloé, surprisingly, had edged her way closer to her side. It really looked like there was change. Redemption, even.

The two of them had transferred to Ms. Mendeleiev’s class as soon as Lila’s grip on the class had been a stranglehold, and it was perhaps the best decision she had made in the past few months.

I'm street-smart

I've got New York City heart

She bumped shoulders with the now-familiar blonde, lips curving up into a brilliant grin. “I forgot to tell you! Your mom is taking my designs to her stage! If you don’t already know, y’know, since you’re her daughter...” And there she went rambling. Shit.

Chloé glanced her way, still somewhat surprised that Marinette would even bother to make friends with her in the first place. After a beat, she nodded. “Of course. She has standards, after all. God forbid she goes and wears Gabriel.”

The snotty tone was harder to lose than her attitude toward her, Marinette reflected, but it was better than nothing. She grinned even wider at the dig at the boy who had once taken up so much of her life.

Why should I worry?

Why should I care?

“How’s your mom’s fashion show coming up?”

That made a smile tug at the blonde’s lips. “She’s doing well. Everything’s going smoothly. She’s even letting me model.”

“You deserve it,” Marinette smiled. None of it was fake. If there was one thing she and Chloé got along with, it was that lies would not be tolerated.

The compliment made her perfectly plucked eyebrows shoot up for a second, sky-blue eyes flicking over at her as a faint tint of pink colored her cheeks. “Of - of course I do,” she returned quickly, at an attempt to return to her normal haughty mask.

Marinette merely grinned at her in response.

I may not have a dime

But I got street savoir faire

Afterschool, she could feel Alya’s eyes boring into the back of her skull as she and Chloé entered her chauffeur's car and drove away.

The blonde in question smirked out the window, making Marinette huff a laugh. “I don’t think that’s necessary, Chloé.”

“Who says it’s necessary?” she crowed, and held her phone up to the noirette’s face. “You’re coming to my mother’s fashion show, since you’re the talent behind her production. And we’re going to model.”

Waitwaitwait—what?

“Sorry?”

“You heard me. We’re modeling in your fashion show.” Chloé’s smug grin stretched from ear to ear. “Who cares about Lila’s lies when you could be walking the catwalk?”

Why should I worry?

Why should I care?

After homework, her brain was still buzzing. We’re modeling. In Audrey Bourgeois’s—my—fashion show. Together.

“How did you get your mom to agree?”

A shrug, and Chloé sprawled back on her larger-than-necessary bed, scrolling through Instagram. “She loves your designs, it wasn’t hard. Besides. You’re the reason she’s even putting this thing on.”

But the split-second glance she took in Marinette’s direction said more.

“Thank you,” Marinette smiled. “I’m glad we could model together.”

Chloé choked on her spit, sitting bolt upright. “Who said anything about together?”

“You did,” she pointed out. “You said we’re going to model. We, Chloé. Not you and I, we.”

“I… I guess I did. Yeah. We’re modeling together.” She flopped back on her bed, almost hiding behind her phone case.

It's just bebop-ulation

And I got street savoir faire

The original plan had been for Marinette to sit on the sidelines next to Audrey, and watch her ideas get paraded on live TV to millions.

But that had gone sideways, and now Marinette was going to be modeling her own designs.

And she was going down the catwalk hand-in-hand with Chloé Bourgeois. That, in of itself, was something she would have scoffed at mere months ago. Now, she looked forward to it with a smile.

“Hey, Marinette.” Chloé threw her a glance, which she returned, looking up from her new sketchbook. “Do you actually know how to walk a catwalk?”

…No.

The rhythm of the city

But once you get it down

The next few hours consisted of Chloé stuffing her in high heels and parading her down the hotel hallways and stairs, a good number of times causing her to fall.

“Chlo, I don’t think I’ll be in six-inch heels!”

“Ridiculous,” her friend huffed. “If you can walk in six-inch heels, you’ll be fine in kitten heels. I don’t think you’ll be in stilettos anyway.”

“Chlooooo…”

The blonde rolled her eyes, Marinette’s hand clutching at hers whenever she stumbled. “You’ll do fine. If you can do a back handspring, you can walk in heels.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

A cheeky grin flashed its way onto Chloé’s face. “You know I’m right, Marinette.”

“…Hrmph.”

Then you can own this town

You can wear the crown

The fashion show was way more extravagant than she’d expected.

“Shit,” she’d breathed, eyes flying open wide. “Your mom is extra.”

Chloé merely grinned in response, scanning the crowd. “Whoa, Beyoncé!”

“What?! No way!!”

“She’s talking to my mom. Let’s go say hi.”

And with that, she snatched Marinette’s hand and practically dragged her over to her mother’s side. “Hello, Mommy. Hi, Ms. Beyoncé!”

“Hi,” Marinette squeaked, now very aware that she was wearing nothing as dazzling as the queen Beyoncé.

But the infamous woman merely grinned and held out a hand dripping in diamonds. “Pleasure. You’re miss Dupain-Cheng? Audrey tells me you’re the brains behind all this.”

She knew her name. Beyoncé knew her name.

Why should I worry?

Why should I care?

The show had gone off without a hitch. She and Chloé had paraded the final two (the best, actually) outfits she had designed side-by-side and arm-in arm, posing back-to-back to the cameras. Almost like siblings.

Chloé had been proud to flaunt the fact that she had been interviewed for multiple magazines and fashion shows, and they were going on Teen Vogue.

“Who needs Lila?” she crowed when they left the building, throwing her hands up in the air. “Who needs her when we’re the real deal?!”

Then she sobered, and turned her head to face Marinette. “Actually, I take it back.” She bumped shoulders with the noirette. “You’re the real deal.”

Marinette flushed, blinking rapidly. “Oh. Oh! Thanks, Chloé. Really, I couldn’t have done this without you.”

“Ridiculous,” Chloé snorted. “I just made it easier. Your designs would have made it up there anyway.” But there was a faint dusting of pink at her cheeks that could not be denied.

I may not have a dime

But I got street savoir faire

The next day, they’d planned their outfits with care, Chloé snickering. “Just wait for the look on Lie-la’s face. We’re famous and she’s not.”

“I don’t think that argument’s going to work every time,” Marinette laughed, aware of the fact she was dressed in top-of-the-line fashion, looking fresh off the runway. “But this time, I’m not stopping you.”

Her best friend smirked. “Good. Then we’re definitely wreaking havoc.”

“Look out world,” Marinette grinned, “we’re here to take it by storm.”

Why should I worry?

Why should I care?

As the bell was close to ringing, they practically strutted into school with all eyes on them, arm-in-arm. They were already trending on Instagram, as Chloé had told her at least ten times.

Marinette inwardly smirked at the sheer looks on her former classmates’ faces.

Alya looked like someone had smacked her in the face with a rotting fish. Adrien’s jaw was hanging just an inch off the floor.

And Lila. Lila looked positively furious, eyebrows drawn together and face in a positive snarl.

Sucks to be you, she sang inwardly. ‘Cause I’ve just blown your whole grand plan to bits.

And the fact that it was Chloé at her side just blew them away more.

Who cared? People changed.

It's just bebop-ulation

And I got street savoir faire

They were sure to discuss the details of the show in loud overtones whenever anyone was near, biting back positively evil grins when eyes were on them (which was always).

Of course, it didn’t necessarily help Lila that Marinette had outed her for trying to destroy her sketchbook’s designs and for bullying on live TV.

She was not above being petty.

They could crawl back if they wished.

Everything goes

Everything fits

With Chloé at her side, the world suddenly seemed less hard. She wasn’t alone. She had a girl who was at her side through thick and thin, and wasn’t afraid to yell at people who would oppose her.

Who needed a plethora of friends when she had one good one at her side?

Nibbling on a croissant, she watched in idle glee as students exploded at Lila, one by one. She watched as the daughter of a diplomat cowered beneath their glares and fury, and never lifted a finger to help her.

She was done being a welcome mat for people to wipe their feet on to have a better day.

Let them wipe their own feet on the stones.

They love me at the Chelsea

They adore me at the Ritz

Now she was known across France, across the world. And with her head held high, she would go even further. This was just the beginning.

People would be wearing her designs. People would be wearing MDC, people would be wearing Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

As the months sped by, she allowed a select few of the old class to trickle back into her circle. Nathanaël, for one. He, Alix, and Marc had never joined in on the drama, instead stuck to themselves. He was a great help in designing, and she would admit it wholeheartedly.

Her friendship with Kitty Section didn’t diminish in the slightest, despite her becoming distant from the rest of the school.

Was she becoming colder? Or had the world pushed her to become so?

Why should I worry?

Why should I care?

At the end of the day, she was much happier than she had been. She had true friends to support her through no matter what. She had a design career waiting for her as soon as she finished université, or even lyceé.

And maybe she would have people who meant more than best friends.

The future was uncertain, but one thing was.

She was going to come out of every setback better than before.

And even when I cross that line

I got street savoir faire

[bangtanxm]

Bookclub; April Highlight

This month’s theme is “Fluff, Fluffier, Bangtan!” asking for our bookclub members to find the most fluffiest stories to recommend for this month. These are our our monthly fanfic recommendations from our bangtanxm; bookclub!

In the following you find a list of fics we recommend and reviewed this month. Please support these amazing authors! Happy Reading!

PS. Next month will be a ‘break’. We will be back with a new concept for the bookclub! Please watch out for the official announcement!

BOOKCLUB; recommendations

HOME written by @cassiavioletblue & @softjeon

» Series; Namjoon x Yoongi (Platonic) » Summary; Namjoon watched Yoongi strutting after him over his shoulder and sighed. He couldn’t believe he’s really done it; paying too much money for a hybrid that would bite him if given the chance when all he had wanted was a cute, little - very much harmless - kitten to begin with. » Disclaimer; anxiety, insomnia

bookclub; review

“Ahhh, so cute. I love the idea of Yoongi as a fox, such a perfectly fitting hybrid choice for him. His fear and insecurities really showed through in a realistic way, but were dealt with so sweetly by Namjoon (and vice versa once they warmed up to one another). I really loved Jungkook’s character as well, always the bunny boy; such a sweet soul who’s just happy for friends. It’s so true to his personality as we know him. And the ending was perfect. I was so scared it was going to end bittersweet in some way, but it was just adorable with him trying to be all cute and sneaky coming back into the home. Loved it.”

“if you want a fic that makes you cry because it is so soft, then this is the one to go to! my heart still hurts so much until this day! what an amazing story!”

UNEXPECTED COMPANY written by @yoongified

» One-Shot; Yoongi x Jungkook (Platonic) » Summary; In which Yoongi is terribly afraid of spiders. Luckily, Jungkook isn’t. » Disclaimer; spiders 

bookclub; review

“the sweetest cutest little fic ever; i literally want to know more about how little kook saves his hyung! it was so sweetly written and their relationship is very clear which although it's just a little short fluff makes it a deeper story”

“AAAAHHHH! I've been seeing this fic everywhere and I know I've reblogged it once or twice and I finally got the chance to read it! I definitely relate to Yoongi with the spider, even reading it made my skin CRAWL I wish I had Jungkook to take care stuff like that for me OOF this was so adorably written I love it when writers show Yoongis softer side in stories I just burst so many uwus this was very well done!” [flowerwrites06]

THE GARDEN WALL written by @chimknj​

>>One-Shot; Namjoon x Fairy!Jimin >>Summary; The window in the garden wall has been boarded up forever, but tonight a dull, violet light pulses in the cracks.. >>Disclaimer; None

bookclub; review

“The Garden Wall is a short and sweet prompt-inspired fic perfect for lovers of whimsy, gardens, flowers, fairies, Kim Namjoon, Park Jimin, or all of the above. It is an enchanting glimpse into a land ripe with possibilities for expansion. The beautifully crafted imagery transports you into Namjoon’s world and his chance encounter with the fae leaves you wishing that you, too, can journey beyond the wall.” @ourownwings 

"You really need a certain amount of talent to be able to sketch and colour a world in less than 1k words and Gina definitely did exactly that! In a small piece I could already see the world before my eyes and it leaves me wanting more and more. Also fairy Jimin is a downright CLASSIC THAT TROPE SHOULD NEVER DIE fjfgfjgjn a really good piece!!” [flowerwrites06]

“Gina has an amazing way of telling a story and filling up a whole scenario within just a couple of words. A sweet drabble for a sweet afternoon, when you enjoy your cup of tea.”

KISS ME QUIETLY written by @cassiavioletblue & @softjeon

» Series; Yoongi x Jungkook » Summary; Yoongi always said what was on his mind, while Jungkook was shy, fearful and just like a wallflower he was quickly overseen. Yoongi wore leather jackets, had tattoos while Jungkook wore soft, baby blue sweaters with sleeves that were way too long. Yoongi was everything he wasn’t. Not that he cared, but men like Yoongi didn’t care about boys like Jungkook. That’s just how it always been like until… » Disclaimer; mentioning of alcohol, selective mutism, tooth rotting fluff

bookclub; review

“This fic was such tooth rotting fluff, my goodness. And such an interesting premise, I can’t even begin. I feel like it really was written in a good, kind way so that those with things like selective mutism and the like wouldn’t be offended. Yoongi was so beautifully kind and tolerant, going out of his way to make sure Jungkook felt welcomed and safe even though he ‘couldn’t’ talk. And of course the twinge of angst made their makeup and happy ending so much more special. Such a perfect fic.”

“THIS IS IT! THIS WAS IT! THIS WILL FOREVER BE IT. I just want to know more. What’s their first date going to be like? Will they find a way to communicate without words whenever Jungkook gets to shy? Will their love truly conquer? ahhhhhh this was the sweetest!”

“This is the perfect fluff fic!”

“Im absolutely in awe at how sweet and lovely this fic was! I don't think I've felt this soft in a while and I couldn't help getting so invested in Yoongi and Kookie's relationship. It's like the perfect "opposite attract" and the bluntness vs. the shyness just worked so well!”

SWEETER THAN SWEET written by @yoongified

» Series; Yoongi x Hoseok » Summary; In his second year, Hoseok discovers dance, befriends Jungkook and his silly friends — and makes the mistake of falling head over heels for Park Jimin’s boyfriend. » Disclaimer; mentions of smut, implied smut, alcohol, swearing, toxic relationships (from the past)

bookclub; review

“This is such a promising start to this fic. Though a wip, the author really was able to capture Hoseok as a character - his insecurities and worries, as well as giving the readers just enough information to really be intrigued about him and his backstory. The other characters are great as well, endearing, sweet, and a little infuriating, and each one really fits bts as we know them in a way - Namjoon’s attention to work and Jin’s and Jungkook’s friendliness, etc. An excellent start and I’m quite curious where the rest of the fic will go!”

“I’M HOOKED! Hoseok is such a different character that here from what I’m used to read. I already love it a lot and I can’t wait to see what’s upcoming and how he will cope with falling in love with Yoongi.”

WOLFSBANE written by @cassiavioletblue & @softjeon

» Series; Wolf!Yoongi x Wolf!Jungkook » Summary; For a a few short hopeful minutes he thought that maybe he could just have Jungkook here at his place for a little while longer, maybe it would take the others a few days to find him, maybe they were busy with something else - but he was fooling himself, he knew that and when he could hear the sound of paws drumming on earth he knew that this little adventure of Jungkook’s was already over. » Disclaimer; mention of violence, light graphic content, smut

bookclub; review

“Such a great story. Really a spectacular mix of both angst and fluff, with the ups and downs of a truly well written piece. The emotional shifts and growth with all of the characters, not just Jungkook and Yoongi, were excellently played and so moving. And of course the end, the happy satisfaction that Yoongi was finally happy, Jungkook found his home, and that things may begin to change for the better. I loved the other members as well, Namjoon and Taehyung were adorably written and such vital characters for Jungkook’s development. Great work.”

“Amazing plot and story-telling. I was hooked from the first word until the last! Within a few chapters, these two manage to suck you into a whole new world!”

PAGE BY PAGE written by @sujigguk

» One-Shot; Yoongi x Jimin » Summary; Bookworm and frequent bookstore dweller, Park Jimin, has been harbouring a crush on Yoongi, the assistant at his favourite establishment, for months now. Min Yoongi, heir to his father’s beloved bookshop, has been dropping subtle hints that he’s into Jimin, waiting for him to realise that the novels he offers as recommendations aren’t simply a coincidence.

bookclub; review

“Page by Page is a warm hug, a fresh cup of tea, an afternoon curled up under a blanket with your favorite book. Its atmosphere is crafted as lovingly as the characters, thoughtful bookworm Jimin and clever store clerk Yoongi, and I promise you will fall in love with all three (or four, including Jimin’s daring best friend, Taehyung). Bibliophiles and lovers of book shops or libraries will find a sanctuary in the charming aisles of Sugar and Spice. A gentle romance blossoms from shy glances through the stacks and secret messages sent via books. I could not stop smiling while rooting for Jimin and Yoongi to solve each other’s mysteries. All stories must end, but like in my favorite books, I found the ending bittersweet because I wanted to keep living in these pages.” [ourownwings]

“She has a way of telling a story so uniquely that you just fall in love with their love. It is just sooooooo sweet!”

SING ME TO SLEEP written by remi_niscent

» One-Shot; Yoongi x Jungkook, Jimin x Taehyung » Summary; When Yoongi finally pulled himself out of his bedroom and fell asleep on the park bench during a rainstorm, he never expected to wake up to a world full of colours. Jungkook never thought that he would meet his soulmate in a park during the rain, but he could suddenly see the colours from the light across the road. Neither of them thought that a conversation could be held on your arm with pens, but they chatted until there was no skin left to write on. So what happens when one of them is ready to take things a step further but the other is still figuring himself out? » Disclaimer; mentioning of alcohol

bookclub; review

“I usually don't read a lot of Soulmate AU's but this was so freaking adorable!! I really loved Yoonkooks friends trying to be matchmakers throughout the whole thing it was hilarious and when Yoongi thanked Jungkook for the colours I ALMOST STARTED UGLY SOBBING THAT WAS DANGEROUS TO MY HEART OKAY hear me when I say I'm not an adamant fluff reader but this was such a heartwarmer!!” I loved everything about it!! [flowerwrites06]

“AMAZING! SHOWSTOPPING AND SO GOD DAMN ADORABLE!”

WASTE IT ON ME written by @yoongified

» One-Shot; Taehyung x Jungkook » Summary; A troubled artist, in search of inspiration, stumbles into a bar and finds everything he’s been looking for. » Disclaimer; casual drinking

bookclub; review

“WOW. So this fic was unbelievable. The first thing I have to comment on is just the beauty of the prose. It felt like a painting in itself. So much detail and flowery (but appropriate) descriptions that just flowed along the page. I feel like the author really was able to capture the painter’s spirit within Taehyung and it came out so forcefully within this writing. It’s absolutely stunning. And of course the descriptions of the characters and their own personalities – mysterious and just as artistic and flowing as Tae’s own paintings. It really felt like everything was told from his painter’s vision and that was such a unique and gorgeous way to tell the story, and so fulfilling to read.”

“What an unique piece of a story! At first you think...okay this might be your typical drunk stumbling into a bar troubled artist - au but it’s not....it is wonderful!”

SAMHAINS BLESSING written by @cassiavioletblue​ & @softjeon​

» One-Shot; Witch!Yoongi x Vampire!Taehyung » Summary; How little vampire Tae found his way to Yoongi. » Disclaimer; mentioning of blood

bookclub; review

“If you prefer your Halloween celebrations sweet rather than spooky, then Samhain’s Blessing is the treat for you! Adapting to his new vampire abilities is not going well for the hopelessly adorable Taehyung, until he falls—quite literally—into the life of Yoongi, an adept witch with a soft spot for animals. The tale that unfolds has many moments with “bat eating banana” levels of cuteness (look it up, you won’t regret it), as well as my new favorite appearance of a sieve in any work of fiction. Of course, the story by this prolific writing duo can be enjoyed year-round, no Halloween required. I only wish I had found it sooner! Now if you’ll excuse me, some cute bat videos are calling…”[ourownwings]

“This fic was so SO CUTE. I really liked that Taehyung wasn’t a perfect, sexy, badass vampire. This is often the case with vampires in fics, but he was rather a misfit and just sweet and cute. I think it really worked for Taeyung’s personality, as well as for the fic itself, letting the two bond in a really adorable way. “I’m Taehyung and I suck at being a vampire.” Cracked me up so much. Also the imagery of Tae in his bat form is just too good; I love bats anyway and him as a sweet little hoppity-bat not wanting to hurt anyone and just being generally fluffy and adorable is too precious. And the really soft, happy ending was great, the knowledge that they’ll figure it out one way or another is just A+; working things out and making an overall amazing couple.”

A SONG OF FIRE AND FRUIT SMOOTHIES written by teecysh

» One-Shot; Dragon!Namjoon x Jimin » Summary; Namjoon is part dragon, and to his complete and utter embarassment, he can’t stop collecting cute things for his hoard. Which would be fine except Jimin is the cutest person he’s ever seen and it’s becoming a real struggle not to collect him too…

bookclub; review

“omg this is one of my favorite little minjoon stories! how sweet jimin is towards the dragon?? omg can i shout about it all day? i love how intrigued namjoon is and how he slowly gets closer until he finally takes jimin with him haha such a fun concept!”

“The title alone hooked me haha, but to then see what it was about made me squeal. Namjoon just loving cute things and Jimin being one of those cute things is the best minjoon thing. It's made better by the fact that he's a dragon who has a love for adorable things <3 It was also really well written and paced so that it didn't seem to be going to fast or too slow. Both of them are so good together, and I love how Jimin reacted to Namjoon. It seemed so real haha”

“The premise of this story had me lining up to read it as quickly as Jimin’s smoothie truck customers, and by the time I finished, I was absolutely smitten. The characters really shine, as the author is faithful to their established personalities. Namjoon is curious yet painfully shy, with a penchant for taking advice a little too literally. Jimin is a hard-working sweetheart who sees past his new observer’s unusual social etiquette as well as the small detail that he is, in fact, a dragon. The tale that unfolds is humorous and heart-warming as Namjoon navigates how to invite Jimin to join his horde of “cute things,” with some delightful appearances of Yoongi and Hoseok in supporting roles. A Song of Fire and Fruit Smoothies is as sweet and refreshing as Jimin’s titular treats.” [ourownwings]

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Weekly Idol // Ha-Eun

Hello! Sorry for the long wait. I hope you’re all staying safe and well at home. I know quarantine is driving people crazy but I wish everyone good health during this time. I’ve been inspired lately so look forward to some updates!

Masterlist

“I nurtured these friends,I nurtured them” Defconn states, looking at the camera. Behind the set, stood the 7 members of Astro. Ha-Eun gulps as one of the many other camera’s start to film the group.

The staff of Fantagio had told the group that they would be appearing on weekly idol to promote Confession. While the boys of Astro had appeared on weekly idol before with KNK and 4TEN, Ha-Eun had not. That day, she was auditioning for a drama and wasn’t able to attend as the recording time was the same as her audition. The boys seemed excited to go on weekly idol again as they had a lot of fun last time, however Ha-Eun felt the opposite. She had watched episodes of Weekly Idol in the past, and while she doesn’t have an issue with Doni and Coni, the activities in the show make her anxious. The anxiety had been building up over the past month, and last night she poured her heart out to Eunwoo while the boys were sleeping. 

Ha-Eun laughs along with the boys while Coni gives hints about the group to Doni. When they are finally called on set, Ha-Eun hides behind the Variety certificate that Jin-jin and Eunwoo carry in.

“1, 2, 3, 4... aren’t you missing a member?” Doni asks, while the boys giggle. Ha-Eun pops her head around the back of the certificate and waves at the camera, before introducing herself with the rest of the group. They are then asked to introduce themselves individually.

“I am the captain of justice.”

“I’m the invincible rock.”

“I’m the puppy-kitten of the team.”

“I’m the ultimate weapon!”

“I’m the team’s smile engine!”

“I’m the guardian of women’s hearts.”

“I’m the baby of the team!”

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After doing a catwalk, and performing confession, everyone sits down to write their profiles.

“Let’s start with Jinjin first.” Doni says, before reading the Jinjin’s paper, “likes to play with members ‘reporter and dinosaur’, ‘climbing a cliff’ and more.”

“Ah, when we were filming DOCCA, the members and I would play these together.”

“Lets do a little so we can see.”

Jinjin gestures for Ha-Eun, Sanha and MJ to help show off the cliff climbing play. Ha-Eun walks a little to where the boys are almost in a type of push up position, and copies them. When action is shouted, the three start scrambling and screaming. Ha-Eun holds one arm up, with her fist clenched as if she was holding onto a piece of rubble and thrashes around. Meanwhile, Sanha and MJ crawl forward.

“Sanha, are you okay?!” MJ asks. He then looks over at Ha-Eun and reaches over, “Take my hand!”

Doni quickly stands up and points towards the exit. “Please crawl your way out of the studio.”

The other members are cracking up as the four stand and dust themselves off. Then, they do one more play where Jinjin is the reporter and the other members run around and be dinosaurs. Ha-Eun crouches a little, putting one hand up on her head and one behind her back, she starts running a little around set. 

Jinjin attempts to interview several of the members but after a few failures, Coni kicks Jinjin’s leg and starts shouting. Immediately, Ha-Eun stops. Despite knowing that it’s just a variety show, and it’s just for the sake of comedy, she begins to feel uncomfortable. She wanders back to her seat, watching everyone else, in hopes of not bringing any attention to herself. 

Everyone then becomes a bit calmer, and sits down. Eunwoo places himself next to Ha-Eun and puts his arm on her shoulder, swinging in his seat. After a few impressions from Jinjin, such as Dobby and Dogae-ssi, the MC’s move onto Eunwoo’s profile. He also shows off a few impressions as well as a girl group dance he prepared. 

Rocky shows of his personal skills, followed by Moonbin showing off his great sense of smell. A bunny blindfold is placed on his face and the members line up. 

“I’ll guide you” Doni says as Coni couches in between Eun and Rocky. Doni guides Moonbin to the first three member, who he guesses correctly. Moonbin sniffs Coni, suddenly letting out a complaint.

“Ah, something feels strange...”

Coni lets Moonbin smell MJ, Coni, Sanha and then Ha-Eun, following up with asking him who was the first person he smelt. He guesses MJ correctly,

“Who was the second person? It’s between Sanha and Ha-Eun.”

“But...” Moonbin hesitates, shaking his head. “They don’t smell like that though.”

“What was that smell then?”

“Sour.”

Doni then gets Moonbin to smell him, with Moonbin answering that he smells like rubber. Finally, taking off the blindfold, Moonbin passed.

“What does Jinjin smell like?”

“JinJin smells like the shampoo he uses, Rocky is like seafood, Ha-Eun smells like vanilla or fruity. I think it’s a perfume she uses... Then Eunwoo is scentless, MJ smells a bit like green tea and Sanha smells like a baby.”

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“Lastly, we have Ha-Eun. She is very expressive in regard to hand gestures, she can play the piano and she can jump over a skipping rope while doing a handstand. The last one is interesting, can you explain?” Coni asks. 

“Ah, I used to do a lot of gymnastics when I was younger, it was something my mum wanted me to try so I attended lessons. Obviously, we practised a lot of handstands and back handsprings and jumping handstands was just a useful skill. I don’t know how I started doing it, I assume I saw some videos of people doing it and gave it a try!”

“Well lucky for you, we have a jump rope here.” The crew passes the rope to MJ, who stands on one end, while Doni stands on the other side. Ha-Eun stretches for a bit before getting into a handstand. 

“Woah, I’ve never seen her do that before.” Jinjin gasps, putting a clenched fist to his mouth. 

“Jinnie, didn’t you hear the part where I said I did gymnastics? This is one of the basic moves.”

“Okay, are you ready?” Doni asks, Ha-Eun nods and the skipping rope moves a little. “1...2...3...go!”

The rope moves in a circular motion and Ha-Eun jumps, everyone gasps. She manages to do about 10 jumps before putting her feet on the ground and bowing to the camera. 

“Woah, that was really impressive.” Coni gawks, “You’re really tiny so I think we’re shocked that a girl like you has that much strength.”

A girl like me? What’s that supposed to mean? But she shakes her head and bows towards Coni, thanking him.

“These friends are really hardworking and full of energy too. Until now, its Astro!” 

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The filming had ended after a good two hours or so and the group are now in the van heading back to the company for their dance practice. Ha-Eun was sitting next to Eunwoo in the back. All the members were talking to each other about the filming, or listening to music. Ha-Eun was doing the latter, looking at the passing street with headphones in her ears. She’s ripped out of her little world as Eunwoo tugs her headphones off. 

“Hey.” She crosses her arms and pouts.

“Hey,” He chuckles back, “how did you feel about today?”

“ To be fully honest with you, I felt fine most of the time knowing that you were there looking out her me.” 

Eunwoo grins and puts his arm around her as he lays back in his seat.

“I’m glad, let me know if anything else ever bothers you.”

“Of course.”

She also sits back in her seat, thinking to herself.

  Yes, the recording today was fine. I shouldn’t judge what I haven’t experienced. Everything is okay.

[valkyriesryde]

Midnight Visitor

JUNE - THE LONE KIWI

Pairing: Avengers x OC Samantha Thompson, Bucky Barnes x OC Samantha Thompson (eventually...)

Summary: Samantha stumbles into a disheveled Steve and finds a monster in the dark that needs taming. 

Word Count: 1264

Warnings: PTSD (and talks about it), swearing, angst?, fluff?

A/N: This is also for @a-mess-of-fandoms​​ ‘s 400 writing challenge the prompt is bolded! Congrats again hun! there is also another author’s note at the end that adds some explaining and context to what she’s talking about that I would appreciate it if people read that bless. ENJOY

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He’s shaking, but he’s sweating. Too hot. Need to take off layers. Head leaning against the glass too feel some sort of cold.

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” it still rings in his ears.

“I DON’T NEED YOU!” like gun fire that makes him retreat back into himself. Arm held against his chest so it can’t hurt anyone.

There’s muffled voices outside that break through the cloud he’s hidden himself in.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing - nothing, you should be in bed.”

“So should you...Steve?”

“Yea?”

“He doesn’t mean it...whatever he said.”

“I know.”

“Go to bed Steve, he’ll be okay.”

“You should too, he just needs to be alone.”

He winces at the voices, at the memory from a mere ten minutes ago that flashes across his mind. A disheveled Steve, scared almost, small like before.

“GET OUT STEVE!” the words cut into him and he lets out a sob, his chest hurting from holding his breath. It doesn’t sound like him but it is, he knows it is. It’s like he’s just looking back at himself, like he’s no longer a part of his being, he’s left his body, watching himself yell and cry and push away Steve and anyone else that tried to come near him when he got like this. He didn’t want to. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

Until Steve nodded dimly and walked out the door. And Bucky slid down the glass wall, curled into a ball pressed into the corner of the room and squeezed his eyes shut. He deserved this.

Until the door inched open again, after footsteps walked down the hallway. It opened then closed but he didn’t dare look at it, he couldn’t stand the look off hurt on Steve’s face.

“Just let me be Steve,” he whimpered out, an attempt at being strong but it failed dismily and slapped him in the face, you’re not okay you fool.

“What if I’m not Steve?” Sammy, she didn’t deserve to see him like this. She didn’t deserve to be the victim of his rage.

“Go away.” He opened his eyes and stared a hole into the glass. Through the reflection he could see her, standing by the door, not even a step in.

“No.” His eyebrows knitted down and his arm tightened around his knees, his metal fist clenched against his ribcage. “Either I sit on this side of the door or the other. It’s up to you.”

He stayed silent and glared at her reflection. Watched it slide down the door and rest her head against the door. “I’ll pick for you.”

She closed her eyes. He watched her chest move up and down steadily and calmly. She shouldn’t be calm, her guard shouldn’t be down. Bucky glanced down at his hand, black laced with gold and then suddenly silver and dripping with red. He gasped and blinked, the red back to gold and the silver gone black, catching the light of the moon on his forearm.

A deep breath in. Just in case she was watching him, so she couldn’t see how unstable he was. He’s not sure how long it’s been now. She won’t say anything, she’s not moving. She’s just sitting there, picking at a loose thread in her sweatpants.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” His words are venom, he’s sick of the unwanted attention. Spit it out and leave me alone. He wants to tell her. Never to her though.

“Why would I do that?”

“It’s what they all do. Say something inspiring that should be on a stupid poster with a fucking cat,” then fuck off.

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

Silent again and Bucky can’t take it anymore. Why isn’t she saying anything?! She usually never shuts up and not she’s just sitting there picking at a loose thread? Two more minutes pass and Bucky’s toes have stopped tapping.

“Why are you here?” He finally looks at her to find her eyes already on him with a small smile that he can’t return.

“Because if the roles were reversed I wouldn’t want to be alone...no matter what I said.” Samantha stretches her legs out in front of her and shrugs her shoulders. “I might not be able to talk about it, might not be able to understand some of it. It’s not like I was ever a prisoner of war, I don’t get bullets shot at me every other week or have nightmares every other night.” She stands up and walks over to stand across from Bucky’s curled figure, sliding down the side of the dresser across from him. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you go through it alone because when you can’t look on the bright side, I will sit with you in the dark.”

Bucky clenched his fist, and sucked in a breath, he nodded his head slightly but didn’t look at her as her words settled in his mind and he furrowed his eyebrows. The moon continued to light up the dark room, almost as if it was looking for her as it glowed around her.

“You forget the PTSD,” he muttered.

“What?”

“You listed everything but post traumatic stress disorder. I have that too…”

“Oh I know...I listed things I don’t have in common with you Bucky.” Bucky is shocked for a second. He doesn’t believe it and then he’s telling himself off for assuming and not believing her. Why would she lie to him? She wouldn’t. “I don’t get nightmares like you and only rarely will I get flashbacks,” he watches her twiddle her thumbs and avoid his eye like he had before, eyes drawn to the window and the moon. “But it’s the reason why I prefer elevators to stairs. It’s why I can’t be any higher than the tenth floor of a building without someone with me. Or why my stomach drops when a truck goes past or the wind gets really strong. When before I used to have no problem flying but any sort of turbulence now and my skin crawls and I can’t breathe. It’s a miracle I made it here to be honest,” she breathes out a laugh that sounds more like a huff and leans her chin on her knees and holds out her hand for Bucky.

His position almost mirrors hers if it weren’t for the arm he kept tucked away from her but he reaches out with his flesh hand and their fingers brush against each other, lightly holding onto to one another like a safety net, though not quite sure yet.

“You don’t have to tell-”

“I thought you wanted me to talk?”

“Normally people just tell me it’ll be okay and this will pass, they don’t normally talk about their own traumatic experiences.”

“Hey Bucky...it’ll be okay, this will pass.” Samantha sticks her tongue out slightly and Bucky and he can’t keep the slight smile from breaking out.

The pair sit there together, fingers holding fingers for a few minutes. It’s quiet, peaceful. Bucky’s anxiety has lowered tremendously from where it was when she entered until she holds out her other hand. He gulps down and his fingers twitch against his side. She holds out one finger and slowly Bucky reaches out his metal appendage and his forefinger curls around hers. Bucky doesn’t look at her, his eyes are locked on the mix of metal and flesh even though small. She’s not afraid, not afraid of him, not afraid of what’s going on in his head, not afraid of the damage he’s done or capable of doing.

~~~~~

OKAY So for context, as we know Samantha is a New Zealander but more than that she’s from Christchurch as am I. This time of year is really weird for me and I wanted to put that into this character because it really is a stable part of a person of her (my?) age who grew up in Christchurch. SO this past Saturday was the nine year anniversary of the Christchurch earthquake which literally destroyed my city. And yea, PTSD is a massive thing here because of it even if its undiagnosed or ignored, anxieties run high at this time of year. Some of the stuff she (Samantha) talks about are things that myself and my friends go through and I wanted to shed some light on that and since this series is about enabling me to explore and experiment with characters and styles I figured it was the perfect opportunity. I don’t really know want I’m saying but if you have any questions or want to chat about it then hmu and im more than happy to chat. ANYWAY THANKS FOR READING I APPRECIATE IT GREATLY LOVE YOU ALL BAI

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