#listen how do you see this and not immediately think ‘wow very pretty yes good’

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Alright whump community, what do we think ✨

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exe.enhaboy_stopped_working.exe ☆ ot7

☆ non-idol! ot7 enhypen x fem! reader ☆ summary: how to fluster your enhypen boy beyond words! ☆ genre: FLUFFFFF, can be interpreted as established relationship or pining stage lolz ☆ warning(s)? made one (1) chemistry reference, mentions of drinking and throwing up lol ☆ word count: 3k words total ☆ today is lunar new year, year of the dragon. happy new years to anyone that celebrates it, may the spring treat us well! take this as a new year charm.

heeseung ☆ ask him for help

"can you open this for me, hee?"

on it.

"heeseung, can you carry this for me?"

already taking it out of your hands.

"heeseung, how do you do this problem?"

he appreciated that you think he's smart enough to help you with your homework, but truth be told, if you were struggling in this subject, then he'd be drowning.

there's something about the way you look up at him with wide, star-filled eyes, smiling along with your words as you asked him for help.

outwardly, heeseung would shoot you a smirk, maybe even tease you with a, "oh, you need me so bad, don't you?"

but inwardly, he'd be freaking out.

you, the most perfect person in the world, needed his help.

heeseung had always been the baby of his family, and even when he was with his friends, where he was the eldest, he found himself slipping back into the role of being taken care of.

but when it came to you, heeseung was more than eager to be the strong, dependable one.

and you asking him for help meant that you you saw him as reliable, that you could depend on him. it made his chest fill with pride.

but it also made heeseung feel so shy.

did you think of him that highly? he wondered what you thought of him when you asked him to open jars for you. did that mean that you wanted to marry him? you wanted a man that could take care of you right? did that mean that you wanted him?

"hee?" your voice broke him out of his thoughts.

shit. by the way your bright eyes gazed at him, a small smile playing on your lips, heeseung knew that you could see right through his smug facade. if not the red color of his face, or the way his hands gripped the hem of his shirt like his life depended on it, it was probably the way his eyes widened a fraction in sheer panic as he realized that you were chuckling at his dazed expression.

"y-yes?" perfect save.

you laughed, handing him one of your hard-to-open chip bags. "can you open this for me?"

"of course."

honestly, that hard-to-open chip bag was kind of hard to open, but heeseung would never admit that to you.

"thank you, heeseung," you gave him another one of your bright smiles, as he handed the bag of chips back to you, popping one of the crisps into your mouth. "love you."

then, you left.

you were so pretty.

wow.

wait...

LOVE?!

jay ☆ pull him by the collar

honestly, jay knew that he was being a bit of an asshole right now. he was tired, and so were you, but he tuned you out as you talked to him.

as the two of you stood under the streetlight, waiting for the pedestrian light to turn on, jay's feet ached. after spending an entire day out with you, his good friend, he was exhausted. even if he liked you a lot (a lot), even he couldn't ignore his fatigue.

"jay, are you even listening to me?"

"hm?" did you just say something? he had no idea, getting lost in the blankness of his tired mind.

"i asked you what you..." jay tuned out the rest of your sentence.

when he only nodded blankly, his eyes very clearly unfocused, you let out a huff.

you grabbed the collar of his shirt, harshly yanking him down so that he was eye-level with you.

"i said," you snapped into his ear, your tone annoyed, "what do you want to eat later?"

oh god.

that forced jay awake immediately. if someone dumped a bucket of iced water on him, he still wouldn't be as alert as he was now.

it was a combination of things: the way you gripped his shirt so harshly, the force at which you jerked him down, the way you looked irritated at him, how close your face was to his now... all of it.

jay heard your question, loud and clear, yet he couldn't register it properly, not when you were so close to him. his eyes were wide like saucers, a sudden wave of embarrassment washing over him. his lips parted, in an attempt to give you an answer, only to let out choked out stutters.

"i— w-well..."

you let out an annoyed sigh. you let go of his shirt, pushing his chest away, as you began walking the intersection, as the stoplight changed.

"whatever," you grumbled, rolling your eyes.

jay stood there stunned, under the streetlight as other pedestrians passed by him, watching your retreating back.

he'd always known that he was attracted to you. but this may have been the turning point.

you were rough with him, aggressive even. it made his heart plummet to his stomach.

when he realized that you were a good distance away from him already, jay snapped back into reality. his feet picked up, running after you.

"w-wait!"

jake ☆ run your nails along him + say he's strong

it was a friendly gesture. because you and jake were friends. and you saw him exclusively as a friend. was what jake told himself.

so why did he feel this way?

the two of you were just hanging out, talking about whatever came to mind, when jake randomly brought up the topic of working out. sure, maybe he was glazing himself a little bit when he was talking about how much he had bulked up in the past few months, especially because he wanted (and needed) to look cool in front of you. he didn't know what he was expecting, but you obviously got curious, asking him with owlish eyes if you could feel his arms.

of course he let you.

you started off with his biceps, feeling the hard muscle under your palms. you gave it a squeeze, giggling when jake flexed his bicep for you. in fact, you now got a good look of his entire arm now.

it was veiny and toned, the type where whenever he did anything you could see the muscle bulging from under his skin. you bit the inside of your lip, before you ran your nails along the length of his arm.

"you're so strong, jakey," you mused into his ear, before your hands trailed up to feel his strong shoulders.

jake froze.

his chest swelled with pride, attempting to bite back a proud grin on his face to stay humble about it, but deep down, he knew that he hoped that you'd say that.

but the worst part was the way your hands had felt on him. when you ran your nails against his arm, a warm chill struck through his entire body. it was such a strange feeling. but he liked it. he wanted more.

feeling the tension in his shoulders, you ran your nails on the back of his neck, fingers brushing up against the muscles on his back.

"relax," you said, and he could feel your breath on his skin.

were you doing it on purpose?

jake felt like he was about to evaporate. you were so close to him, and even if your light touches were friendly, it sure didn't feel like it.

it's safe to say that the moment that you put your fingers in his hair, running your nails against his scalp, jake's soul left his body.

sunghoon ☆ show some love to his moles

sunghoon wasn't always a fan of his moles as a kid. kids liked to tease him, pinching his skin in an 'attempt' to take the 'speck of dirt' that was his mole off his face. and when he was young, his mom took him to some korean fortune teller, and the moment the lady looked at his face, she pointed out the mole below his temple. "bad luck," she said. even in high school, his classmates would point to the dark mole under his eye and call it Avogadro's Number, because it was a mole. ha ha, funny enough, but sunghoon would only frown.

"did you know that moles are where you were kissed the most in your past life?" you asked him one day. his head was lying on your lap, something that sunghoon had to fight himself to not freak out over.

it was a quiet afternoon, just the two of you relishing in each other's presence.

"who told you that?" sunghoon asked, his hands scrunching up the hem of his shirt. it made him a little nervous, the mention of his moles. what if you didn't like them? "what evidence do you have for that?"

"have some fun in your life, sunghoon." you brought your finger up to poke the mole under his eye. then, you dragged your finger across his face, to trace the two moles below his temples, then to the mole on the side of his nose. sunghoon let his eyes fall shut under your gentle finger.

"i love your moles, hoon," you finally said after a moment of silence.

sunghoon choked on his spit, jerking up to cough up a lung.

love? his moles? absolutely no way!

"are you okay...?!" you clutched his arm as he choked on his own coughs.

when he was finally done coughing up a storm, sunghoon whipped his head over to you, his expression painted with sheer horror.

"why do you like my moles?!" he asked, his tone laced with what could only be called offense (even if he wasn't actually offended).

you shrugged. "they're cute."

"cute?!"

sunghoon's world was crashing upon his shoulders. in a good way.

you didn't hate his moles? and you thought they were... cute?!

his cheeks flared with heat, while his chest filled with warmth. he swallowed down hard, before opening his mouth to speak, yet he couldn't form any coherent words. what he spent his whole life hating was something that you loved.

his hands were getting clammy.

"why are you so surprised?" you nudged him with your foot. "doesn't everyone love your moles?"

"not really," sunghoon frowned.

you stared at his face, assessing him, before you clicked your tongue. you grabbed his head, gently pulling him back onto your lap.

"they're clearly blind then," you muttered. "your moles make you so cute."

you continued to trace his face, connecting his moles together like they were constellations, completely oblivious to the fact that sunghoon was both completely fried in the head, yet still somehow consciously planning your marriage.

sunoo ☆ take care of him

you and sunoo were just hanging out in your apartment with a few friends, when someone suggested drinking.

and that's how sunoo found himself sitting in a circle, with five or six empty soju bottles in the middle, with the rest of his friends passed out. you were in the kitchen, grabbing a recycling bag for said empty soju bottles.

sunoo was the only one who didn't drink. not even a drop. even when they reassured him that nothing bad would happen, sunoo's resolve stayed. because he had one reason, and one reason only: he said, looked, and did dumb things when he was drunk. even if he had a relatively high alcohol tolerance, sunoo would rather die than run the risk of embarrassing himself in front of you.

you, on the other hand, had a few shots along with your friends, but remained sober.

you came back to where sunoo was, bag in hand. you muttered a small, "hi," at him, before you began collecting the green, glass bottles. sunoo wanted to say hi back, but his voice came out in an embarrassingly small whisper.

"why didn't you drink?" you asked him suddenly, quickly adding when his face pinched, "sorry, i just feel like i've never seen you drink before."

yup, and there was a reason for that.

"it's okay." sunoo only nodded understandingly, hiding his excitement to finally have alone time with you (as if he wouldn't die on the stop right now). "i do dumb things when i'm drunk, y'know?"

you blinked owlishly. "like what?"

sunoo felt awkward. it wasn't like he never spoke to you at all, but just that he felt so intimidated by you and your beauty. how could he not?

though, he couldn't help the twinge of jealousy that seeped into his chest as you brushed stray hairs out of jake's sleeping face, grabbing a pillow off your couch so that heeseung could sleep peacefully on your living room floor.

"i dunno," sunoo shrugged, his eyes fixed on the way you took care of your friends. "last time i drank..."

he trailed off, causing you to turn your head toward him, watching him for an answer.

"... i threw up all over the kitchen," sunoo grimaced at the memory. "it was nasty."

you smiled. "no shame in that. if you threw up all over my kitchen, i would have cleaned it up happily."

sunoo's ears burned. he loved that about you, how you were so willing to help people.

"my roommate wasn't so happy," sunoo frowned. "jungwon yelled at me, even when i got sick the morning after."

you crawled over to him, putting the bottles aside. "well, that's jungwon. i wouldn't mind."

you poked him, nudging him with your foot. "i'd have no problem taking care of you, sunoo."

you met his gaze, your hands reaching out for his, your lips spreading out into a smile.

sunoo flushed.

you? take care of him?

that would be a dream.

he could imagine you ruffling his hair as you tucked him into bed, pressing a kiss to his forehead as you told him good night. the thought of you petting his head, letting him bury his face into your chest after a bad day made him feel dizzy. the idea of being enveloped by your warmth and perfume had him trifling, fighting for his life as more and more thoughts of your tenderness attacked him.

"r-really?"

you squeezed his hand, you other hand coming up to brush his bangs out of his face. "of course."

sunoo was going to die!

jungwon ☆ eye-contact

jungwon knew that you had a bad habit of looking at people's hair or noses instead of their eyes when you talked, he knew it better than anyone because you'd confided in him about how shy some people made you.

he was happy that you trusted him enough to tell him about your troubles.

and he should now be happy that you felt comfortable enough with him to stare straight into his eyes when you talked to him. and he was. but now he felt like he was going to melt.

were eyes always this beautiful? how come he never noticed the way they shined so brightly, the way they creased into thin crescents as you smiled?

"jungwon, are you okay?" you asked, cocking your head as your eyes innocently blinked at him.

jungwon cleared his throat, sucking in a sharp breath. "y-yeah, i am."

you blinked again, your wide eyes filled with a little concern as they stared straight into his. "are you sure?"

"of course..."

and it was then that jungwon was hit with the realization that he was probably one of, if not the only, the people that got to see your eyes like this.

"w-wait, look at me!" he blurted, and your eyes flickered back to his. jungwon winced at his sudden outburst.

you smiled. "what's up?"

"i.. uhm.." jungwon didn't know what to say. he just needed an excuse to look at your eyes. "you.. uh.. you—"

"what about me?"

"you look really pretty today!"

you blinked slowly. in that moment, jungwon saw the way your eyes darted around his face, running away from his eyes as you processed his words.

you didn't meet his gaze when you said, "th-thanks."

no! did he make you uncomfortable? "wait—!"

as you've told him before, when you got shy or nervous, you avoided making eye-contact.

(if he used his critical thinking a little better, jungwon would realize that he, indeed, just made you feel shy. not because he was making you uncomfortable, because he just called you pretty, for goodness's sake!)

riki ☆ be mean to him

riki thought of himself as a fighter, the type of person that never backed down in the face of a challenge. sometimes, he did the exact opposite— he liked to fan the flames, letting the blaze that was his friends' anger rise so high that it burned everything around him, all for a little chuckle and a heightened sense of pride.

but as the two of you sat in class, you (who sat in front of him) sent him a glare, your gaze hardening as it met his, followed by your lips parting to mutter a soft, but venomous, "shut the fuck up," riki's breath caught in his throat.

it was weird and uncomfortable, the way that riki's face began to prickle with heat. his ears burned into a red color. he couldn't bring himself to look you in the eye after that.

at first, he thought he was just embarrassed, embarrassed that someone like you had to reprimand him.

but the more that that scene replayed in his head— the sight of you angry and annoyed at him, as poison laced your sharp tongue— the more he felt queasy inside. you looked so... attractive when you were angry at him. he liked the way your eyes were filled with so much displeasure and dislike for him. it made him feel so small, but it made riki's chest pound.

he squeezed his eyes shut, biting down on his lip to suppress a frustrated groan. alas, he couldn't keep it in, as riki buried his head in his hands, fighting off the warmth that was bleeding onto his face, letting out a loud, exasperated sigh.

your head whipped around to him. your brows crashed together, annoyed and irritated by his loudness.

"i'm serious, riki," you spat, kicking him with your shoe. "shut up."

riki flushed.

all he could do was mutter a soft (and slightly-pathetic), "s-sorry."

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kook princess!yn inviting jj to midsummers as her date 🤭😏 and kie sees and she's all 🥹 bc she knows how much jj likes you and you're giving him a chance

**long post, i got carried away LMAOO **i just love jj in love with a kook so i wrote A LOT *smut! (f!receiving)

*events are different from what happened at Midsummers in the show

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"I don't know, Kie. He's going to say no" Your knee was leaned up against the door, arm resting on the open window as Kiara drove.

"Yn, I promise you with every cell in my body, JJ is not going to say no to you. You don't hear him when it's just me and him" She smirks and you look at her over your sunglasses. "He goes on and on about how beautiful and smart you are. He stalks your Instagram all the time"

"Why to only you?" You ask and she hits the brakes at a red light. She looks at you and you nod. "Kook fucking princess" You mumble, rolling your eyes. "You know, I didn't start that. Rafe Cameron started it because he thinks we're going to get married, just because our dads are friends!"

"Yeah, Rafe is pretty fucking scary" Kiara spoke through her teeth and pulled into JJ's place. You unclick your seatbelt and Kiara grabs your arm. "Listen, you're one of my best friends, since diapers, so I'll be honest with you" you look at her and her eyes adjust. "I know you're finally giving JJ a chance, but if you hurt him, I will end you"

You smile, saluting Kiara. "Sir yes sir" You both laugh and you get out. You follow Kiara to the door and she knocked. JJ opened the door without a shirt and a beer bottle in hand, sunglasses on the tip of his nose and his eyes immediately catch yours. "Hi JJ"

He couldn't say anything, he just smiled. Kiara smacked his forehead as she walked in, and he moved so you could get in. You thank him and look around, a soft smile on your face. "I uh.. I'm sorry for the mess. This isn't how-"

"JJ," you touch his shoulder and he looks at you. "Relax. I don't care about that. I'm not that type of person to judge, despite what others might think" You shove your hands in your back pockets, eyes falling down his chest then quickly back to his eyes.

JJ quickly put on his tank top, his chest and stomach still very visible and you couldn't help but stare. "Do you want anything to drink?" your eyes fall on what was in his hand. "They're outside. Kie, you want one?" JJ opened the door for you and you looked at her.

"No, I'm gonna use the bathroom. I'll be right there" JJ nods and turns away from her, and she winks and gives you a thumbs up before you and JJ head to his backyard.

"It's nice back here, JJ" you compliment and he thanks you, handing you a beer. You thank him and try to twist it off and he hums as he takes a sip of his.

"Here, let me open it" JJ used his ring to pop the bottle open, and you smile to yourself. He hands it to you and you inhale. "What?"

"That was just the hottest thing I've ever see" your eyes widen at the word vomit, taking a big sip of your drink. You gasp for air and JJ chuckles, cheeks beet red.

"Wanna go to the dock?" JJ nods towards the water and you nod, following closely next to him. "Hottest thing you've ever seen, huh?"

"Oh please, your cheeks were hotter"

"That was a good one, princess" You roll your eyes and sit at the edge of the dock, taking your sandals off. JJ did the same, his leg pressed against yours as you both drink. "Why did you come here?" JJ asked and you raise your eyebrows, setting your beer next to you while you leaned on your hands.

"Wow, alright"

"No, no, no. I didn't mean it like that. It's just.. you haven't really chosen to hang with us.. or me before" You look at JJ, squinting from the sun. You suck up your pride and sit up straight, looking at JJ.

"Well.. you know about Midsummers, right?" JJ nods, eyes watching you contently. You take a sip of your beer, a droplet of condensation falling on your chest and JJ couldn't help but watch it fall.

"Uh, yeah. Midsummers. I..I think I'm working it"

"Well.." you crossed your leg over your knee, your foot hitting his shin, his chest moving quicker. "Why don't you not work that night, and come with me. As my.. date"

"Yes, absolutely. That..that sounds amazing. I'll quit so I don't work that night" JJ rambled and you laughed, placing a hand on his thigh. His mouth fell into a straight line.

"You're not going to quit your job, JMay"

"JMay?"

"Yeah, that's my nickname for you"

"JMay. Out of anything in the world"

"Out of JJ?! Your name is a nickname!" you both laugh and you kept your eyes on him a little longer. "Kiara told me about your crush on me" his head snapped towards you and you smile. "She only told me because I told her I thought you were cute and to give you my number"

"Hmm.. did she tell you about Instagram?" You nod and he nods along with you, sucking his teeth. "So you wanted me first, princess?"

"God, I hate that nickname. Please don't use it again"

It's like you showed JJ all your buttons and said, 'push them.'

"So sorry. Anyway, what made you decide to take me to Midsummers? Needed a prince.." he leaned into you and you shook your head. "'Cause you're a princess"

You grab his shoulders and push him into the water. You laugh as he pops back up, leaning down. “I could’ve had Rafe Cameron take me”

“Yeah like you’d go for that psycho” JJ pulled himself up onto the dock, grabbing onto your belt loops and pulling you in with him. He still held onto you as he spun you in the water.

"Jokes on you," You pull your shirt off and toss it at his face, a bathing suit underneath your clothes. "I came prepared" you pushed his hands away and took off your shorts, throwing them on the dock. JJ did the same, throwing your shirt and his on the dock.

You and JJ hung out in the water for a little bit, splashing, dunking each other, everything. You both hop back up on the dock and you lay on your back, closing your eyes and letting the sun dry you.

JJ laid next to you, his pinky inches from yours. "You never answered my question from before"

"What was it again? I was too busy pushing you in the water"

"Why me?" You blocked the sun with your hands, looking at JJ. He looked back at you, searching for an answer in your eyes.

"You're.. like a breath of fresh air" You answer honestly, and he smiles softly. "I know that sounds crazy 'cause I've only been around you a few times. Very short, due to being berated by your friends, but you're just so.. I don't know"

"Well, I'll take that as a compliment. I just hope it blows over well with the other Kooks"

"Fuck the other Kooks, you only have to worry about impressing me" you wink at him. "I have to use the bathroom, and figure out where the hell Kiara is"

JJ nodded and closed his eyes, relaxing in the sun again. You open the screen door, the floor creaking underneath your feet. "Kie?" You looked around the kitchen and living room, repeatedly calling her name. You looked in the front of his house, and her car was gone.

'Be back at 5 :)'

A note taped to the doorway. You roll your eyes and smile, knowing you should've guessed she would have done this. You walk down the hallway of JJ's and spy his room, opening it and stepping inside.

You look around his room. Bracelets, shoes, clothes everywhere. Beer cans, wrappers. Typical teen boy room. You find a shirt in his drawer and put it over your body, finding his sunglasses and putting those on.

You head back outside with two more beers, holding the can over JJ's face and letting the condensation fall on his face. "Hey!"

"Kiara left, she'll be back at 5. Probably so we can get ready for Midsummers" You hand him the beer and he watches you in awe as you sit next to him.

"Is.. uh.. that my shirt?"

"Yeah. Hope you don't mind I borrowed the sunnies too" You smile and he shakes his head, sipping his beer.

"It's just.. that is the hottest thing I've ever seen" He teases and you laugh.

"Touché, Maybank"

-

You nearly beat Kiara up as she came back to pick you up. "I see you're wearing his shirt"

"We didn't do anything. We just sat in his backyard after taking an impromptu swim and talked. Got to really know each other" You leaned your elbow on the window and tried to hide your smile behind your hand.

"You bitch, you're blushing!" She slaps your arm and you laugh. She pulls into your driveway and you grab your bag. “You’re welcome!” She shouts out the window and you flip her off.

“Hey, where have you been? Whose shirt is that?” Topper asked and you rolled your eyes.

“None of your business, Topper. Go get ready for your grand entrance with Sarah Cameron” You reply sarcastically, heading up the stairs.

You hated your brother. You hated that he was your mother’s bitch and you hated that she bought into it. She wasn’t too keen on you, because you didn’t obey her every command.

You head upstairs and get in the shower, smiling at the day you had with JJ. You get out and head into your room, doing your hair and makeup before putting on your dress. You do a twirl in the mirror and smile, putting on the flower crown your mother insisted your wear.

You put on your shoes and waited for Kiara's text. You heard footsteps walking past your door, praying no one came in. Kiara texted she arrived and you turn on your music softly, leaving out your patio slowly.

You heard the car door as you climbed down the ladder, JJ catching your waist as you slipped off the last step. You step away from him and swipe your hands down your dress, smoothing it out and you look at JJ.

“Looking good, JMay” you wink and he smiles, fixing your hair that was stuck in your crown. His thumb rubbed over your cheek, nodding.

"Looking beautiful, princess" you roll your eyes and JJ holds his hand out towards the car and follows you, opening the passenger door open for you.

You thank him with a smile and he closes the door for you. Kiara gives him a sly high five as she gets in the car, JJ behind you. She sped off and you saw Topper in the rearview mirror, draping your hand out the window and giving him the finger.

-

Kiara turned her car off and you unbuckle your seatbelt, JJ rushing out of the car and opening your door. You take his arm as he closes the door, holding his bicep and you two walked into the party.

Eyes were on you. Not only because you looked amazing, but because you were holding onto a Pogue. You felt JJ's arm start to tremble and you place a hand on his chest, his eyes meeting yours.

"No one but me, JJ" you say softly and he nods. You place your hand on top of the one around his bicep, taking him to the bar area. "Hey, Rachel! How are you?" you wave to your friend and she waves back, smile dropping a bit when she saw JJ. You grab a champagne glass and hand it to JJ and one for yourself.

"Can we go find somewhere quiet to sit?" He asks in your ear, and you nod.

"Of course, JJ. Here, I know a spot" You took his hand and trailed him to your spot you always snuck away to during parties. You two sat on the log and you took off your shoes, pulling up your dress and resting your feet on the sand. "Are you alright?"

"Just.. not the biggest fans of Kooks" He sighed and downed his champagne, putting the glass in the grass behind him under the little rock cave. You look at the water, shaking your head.

"I knew it was a bad idea bringing you. The last thing I wanted to do was make you uncomfortable and that's exactly what I did. I'm sorry, JJ"

"No, Yn, I'm happy I came with you" JJ moved closer to you and placed a hand on your leg. "It's just we're very different"

"Only where we come from, JJ" You whisper, eyes on his lips. "I'm glad to be learning more about you"

"Same.. Yn.." His breathing got choppy. His fingers tighten on your thigh. He was getting closer. He was getting nervous.

"The cool, punk Pogue JJ Maybank.." your fingers trail over his shoulder, down his chest. "All nervous to kiss a Kook"

JJ smiled and held your face, kissing you slowly. Your fingers grab his shirt, pulling him in closer and his hand pushed up your dress, and you sat on his thigh. Your hand combed through his hair, his hand rubbing your back.

You pull away, fingers touching his chin as he looked at you with heavy eyes. "Why stop, princess?"

"Because I have something that will calm you down" You bend over and grab your clutch, JJ rubbing your back. You sat back up and opened it, his cheek on your shoulder. You pulled out 3 joints in a sandwich baggie and JJ looked like a kid in a candy store.

You stood up and went under the rock cave, laying in the grass as you lit a joint in your mouth. JJ smiled in victory, laying down next to you, you take a big hit and hold it in, holding the joint to JJ's mouth and exhaling as he inhaled.

You two shared 2 each, and you both weren't nervous anymore. You were giggling, sharing stories, getting to know each other better. "Okay, personal question" JJ coughed and you look at him. "Out of the guys you hooked up with, who was the worst at giving you head?"

"Wow, Maybank" you laugh and lay back on your elbows, thinking. "I don't think I've had a guy do that. They usually just want head or to fuck, but they never pleasured me. Why didn't I say anything?"

"So you never experienced it because they were too stupid to go down on a beautiful girl like you? What morons" He laughs and you inhale sharply, suddenly getting a boost of confidence.

"Do you know how to do it?" You ask and he looks at you with soft eyes.

"I do. Why do you wanna know?" His body got closer to yours, hand rubbing over your chest and holding your neck. "Do you want me to show you?"

"Y-yes JJ"

"Look at that, the stuck-up, princess Kook. All nervous, just for me" He taunted you and you groan, kissing him roughly and grabbing his hand. You kissed him sloppily as his hand touched your inner thigh, pushing his palm into your thigh and you flop on your back.

"J.." You mumble against his lips and he smiles, his hand reaching your pussy. His finger rubbed up and down your folds outside of your underwear, and you stifle a moan.

"Let me hear you, princess" he kissed your neck and pushed his fingers into your underwear, sliding his middle finger and ring finger into you.

"Fuck, JJ" You moan and grip his hair as he kissed your chest. He moved in between your legs, disappearing underneath your dress. You ripped grass up in your hands and your back arched as he spread your legs and licked a bold stripe up.

JJ knew what he was doing. Every nerve, every pace. He knew exactly what to do.

His tongue worked on your clit while he pumped his fingers into you. Your body twisted and you sat up on your elbows again, pulling your dress up and you bite your lip as your eyes meet his.

"You taste so delicious" JJ breathed and kissed you, fingers still fucking you and you hum into his mouth. "Are you gonna cum for me, princess?"

"Yes, JJ, fuck" your arm wraps around his neck and bury his face in your chest, scratching his back as you came on his fingers. You let out a loud moan and JJ's hand covered your mouth, looking at you as he rode out your orgasm.

JJ pulled away and looked at you as he licked his fingers clean, a satisfied smile on your face. "God, JJ. I am so happy I asked you to come here with me"

"I'm glad you asked me too" He kissed you again and helped you up. You wiped him off and then he did you. He helped adjust your hair and crown, and you his hair.

You both head back to the party, your shoes clicking softly on the stone path. Your arms were wrapped around his waist, his arm draped over your back as you both walked back into the party.

Kiara caught you two and you gave her a wink, Kiara's eyes turning into hearts as she watched you two walk onto the dance floor. You connect your fingers behind his neck, his hands together behind your back as you both swayed to the music.

You rest your head on his chest, closing your eyes. This is when you felt the most comfortable, in JJ's arms. He was so nice to be around, he never judged you.

You open your eyes as the song ends, finding Kiara and the three of you sat at a table to eat. You pick your eyes up and spot Topper looking directly at you.

"Oh, Jesus Christ" you roll your eyes and Topper comes over to you with Sarah trailing behind. "What do you want, dickhead?"

"Oh no, I didn't come over here for you. I came over here, for JJ" JJ's body visibly straightens, his eyes narrowing.

"What can I do for you, Top?"

"I'd like for you to leave my sister alone. She doesn't need to be dragged down to your level"

JJ stood up, his chair screeching across the floor. "Wow, Topper. For once, you care about your sister? How kind of you. But I promise, I'm taking better care of her than you ever could"

"Yeah?" Topper pushed JJ and you stood up, shoving Topper back.

"The fuck is your problem? You're not even my real brother, you never acted like it" You grit your teeth and Topper laughed, your eyes move to Sarah. "Control your mutt, Cameron"

Sarah looked you up and down, walking away with Topper. You look at JJ and hold his face, smiling. "Thanks for not fighting him. Here, at least"

"Anything for you, princess" He smiles and kisses you softly, the both of you sitting back down and digging into your meals. You ended the night with the 3 of you crashing at JJ's house, Pope also meeting up with you guys after he was done helping his dad.

You enjoyed being around the Pogues much more than your own family, and you hoped you stuck with them for a while.

[tangerinelovez]

How do the txt boys react when you tell them you’re dealing with brain fog?

wow, this is a really specific ask?! i'm gonna do my best to do it justice (word count: 953)

I think terry would immediately launch into problem-solver mode. He's kinda like your own personal WebMD, asking you to elaborate on what symptoms you're experiencing and how long they've been persisting.

he would also begin troubleshooting your surroundings, examining everything you've eaten and drank recently, and asking again if you're sure they're not just seasonal allergies. he'd then check the washer and dryer for mold, look through the HVAC for dust or some other contaminant, and even briefly contemplate if you've somehow been poisoned by someone before deciding that's impossible. but... maybe you haven't been seeing all of your meals being prepared?

no, ok, he needs to rule out poison. that's a little too extreme. he'd definitely encourage you to drink more water, take vitamins, and get plenty of protein while trying to get to the bottom of the brain fog case.

If your symptoms didn't resolve within a few days under his care, he would definitely encourage you to see a doctor. if and when the reason for your brain fog comes out, he will feel proud to know it's definitely one of the many options he considered as a reason for your illness!

beomgyu would probably have to ask you to repeat yourself, as he's caught by surprise when you tell him this, and is a bit unfamiliar with the term. Even after repeating yourself, he's a bit confused. I think you've just given me brain fog by starting up this conversation... he'd say, before taking out his phone and searching up 'brain fog' for more context.

after reading up on the topic more and hearing about your specific symptoms, I think he would ask if you've been getting enough sleep and taking care of yourself. he would definitely encourage you to ensure you're not pushing yourself too hard, and to watch your symptoms closely! he'd probably encourage you to listen to some music and do your best to rest.

If your symptoms didn't improve after a few days of rest, he would definitely encourage you to talk to a doctor. he knows you're the type to downplay your symptoms, so he would encourage you to take your body's ailment seriously.

I think soobin would be very concerned, and say that he's experienced similar feelings himself, especially when they're working long hours and traveling during promotions.

he would offer you some advice and home remedies that had worked for him and the members in the past when they were feeling disoriented/tired/confused. he's definitely the type who would go to the pharmacy himself and leave everything he got right on your doorstep, not even expecting to be invited inside, but so excited when you ask if he wants to come and watch some anime together while he explains how to use all the supplements and remedies he brought over for you. he would definitely check in daily to see how you're feeling, and ask if you're getting enough to eat and to please let him know if you need anything.... and yes, he does mean anything. <3

he'd ultimately just let you know that he will be there for you through this, and that you're going to find answers together.

I think yeonjun would have a pretty similar reaction to soobin. he would tell you stories of times he himself had felt less than 100% energywise and focuswise, and what he did to feel better. he would definitely encourage you to rest and only eat the most nutritious foods, while also ensuring you're drinking enough water. he'd also definitely drop some pharmacy goods by your place :)

he'd offer to come over and spend time with you, just watching movies and relaxing. he would just encourage you to relax and not worry too much about the brain fog, as it is probably just something environmental or food-related that will stop impacting your body soon.

when he isn't with you, he'd send a lot of little check-in texts with a bunch of cute emojis and dumb jokes to make you feel a bit better.

If you still felt confused and groggy after a few days, texting and saying you're going to go to the doctor's office, he'd immediately call, saying he's coming to drive you to the doctor because you're in no state to be driving, and he'd be the worst boyfriend in the world if he didn't take you there himself!

I think kai would just want to make sure you're resting and taking the symptoms seriously. he would make sure you're not exerting yourself too badly, and would scour the web for information about brain fog, and where your symptoms may be coming from. he would just be so sad you're not feeling well, and would do everything he can to make sure you're taken care of.

unlike some of the other members, I think he would encourage you to go to urgent care sooner rather than later because it's best to find answers as soon as possible, and he doesn't want you to be suffering for no reason if solutions can be found quicker! he also just hates not knowing what is hurting you.

when urgent care is no help, he'd invite you to sleep over, in case the brain fog is being caused by some pollutant or mold in your home, and would ensure everything was nice and tidy for you when you come over.

he'd attentively listen as you explain your symptoms, and be so relieved when you start feeling better after a few days at his place! turns out it was some mold in your washer... yuck. sounds like the perfect excuse to spend more time with kai since you can't do laundry at yours right now⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

[aleksa-sims]

RL Story

CW: addiction, pregnancy

After we had a nice day at the pool, N.’s Mom later came home to see me. I was so nervous!! As if this was our first meeting.🤦‍♀️But no, this was not our first meeting just a reunion.

Anyway. Nico and I went down to the living room to wait for her. As soon as we heard the front door, I panicked! I was afraid his Mom will talk to me about the past. Philip & Nico, you know? However, N's Mom was nice to me, as she saw me there in her livingroom with Nico. She seemed surprised, but she guessed that Nico and I met again. She hugged me and told me I looked very pretty. I immediately felt welcome & a bit better. I was about to have some small talk with her, but N.’s Mom didn’t hesitate long. She changed the topic to my pregnancy...

N.'s Mom: Congratulations! I’m happy for you two.... When are you due?

Me: Do I look so fat, or-?... But well, 18 January is the exact due date. So, don't worry, we still have another five months ahead of us. 😳😬

N.'s Mom: You look stunning! Honestly. You're glowing like... the brightest star. It’s nice to see how happy you are. Do your parents know?

Me: Yes. N and I told my Mom, and she told my.... Dad.🤨

N.'s Mom: Wow, that’s good news! Your Dad knows and my son’s still alive. 😬🤷‍♀️That's.... good.

Me: Yea, really ... good. He-he😬 ....

Nico: All right, Ma! Now that you know... we're off!

N.'s Mom: No, no. Hold on! Wait a minute! I still have some questions for you two!... Let's sit down and talk, guys.

Nico: Come on, we don’t have time for this shit! I mean, what else is there to discuss? She’s pregnant, the baby’s coming in January, you and her parents know, we’re back together, I love her and that won’t change. That's all you have to know.

N.'s Mom: Uhm... no! Where are you two going to live? What about soccer? Should I take care of Aleksa again, while you’re abroad?... And what about Stephanie? She moved back into your apartment, N.!! 🤷‍♀️You’re planning on doing another weird thing? Aleksa and Stephanie together? With you? 🤨

Me: What?😨NEVER!!! Without ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😤😠

Nico: Whoa! Chill out, both of you! Stephanie is not an issue for me!! It's over, for a long time already! She'll move out! But A. & I are looking for a new place for us. Just us!! I’m here for 6 months now and in this time, I’ll take care of everything.

N.'s Mom: OK, I understand. But... what about your condition, A.? Are you stable? You know what I mean.

Me: What do YOU, think N.? Am I stable?... Why don’t you explain it to your Mom?

Nico: W-why would I do that?...  It’s none of her business, in my opinion. You..... really want that?

Me: Idk? I mean, I don't wanna talk about that. But I don’t mind if you tell her. 😞

N's Mom: Tell me, N... Please! 🙁

We all sat down to talk in peace about my addiction. I thought Nico was about to tell his Mom what we discussed with my Doc at the hospital. It was hard for me to talk about this issue. In general, I avoided this topic.... I was looking forward to my Baby and I was overjoyed to be a mother. But the fear for my baby, it could go through hell after birth, because of my damn pills, was... always lurking in the back of my brain somewhere. Nico and I never really talked about it, to be honest. But what if our Baby actually gets withdrawal symptoms and needs to be treated with morphine?? Idk? That’s why I asked Nico to enlighten his Mom, because I didn’t know how he felt about it. I didn’t know what to say and if he even wants me to talk about it.... Once we sat down, Nico got up again. He decided not to talk to his mother about it. I was confused! So I got up too. He grabbed my hand and told me we didn’t have to explain anything to his Mom.

Nico (to his Mom): Listen! She’s fine, she’s not hooked or so. That’s all you need to know.

Me: But-... Are we just leaving? 😳

Nico (to me): You don’t want this, I know that! I’m doing this for you! I promised...

Me: Yea, but your Mom isn't Melanie. You can explain everything to her. I don’t mind, I just can't talk about it myself.

Nico: But there’s nothing to explain, babe. You're fine! Our Baby's fine too! And I know it’s all gonna be okay. Trust me!

Me: Sure, I trust you. That’s why I’m here, with YOU! 🙂

N.'s Mom: What are you two talking about? Aleksa please sit down! You can talk to me.

Me: I know! But everything’s fine. Besides, that’s N.’s decision. He doesn’t want to talk about it rn. I respect that.

N.'s Mom: I'll call your Mom, A.

Me: Yea, just go on. Call her. I really don’t mind.

Nico and I went up to his room. I felt bad about his Mom, but I did what I thought was right. I was here with him, just visiting. So I followed N.... If that was right or wrong, I don’t know? Anyway, his Mom wasn’t mad at me, and she’ll get the answers to her questions anyway. But tbh, I was glad Nico got me out of that unpleasant situation/conversation.

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[a-trick-or-two-with-lepers]

I finally watched Swedish Christ Superstar

Remember how I did a whole deep dive into the 2018 one? Yeah well, I was gonna try to do that with this version, but it is so unbelievably, completely, utterly, insanely unhinged that I just had to have my post about it match the energy. So without further ado, here are my literal first reaction notes to Jesus Christ Superstar (2014 Swedish Arena Tour).

Overture-

• Ooh the stuttering guitar is so metal

• Love the outfits, give me more apocalyptic leather headbanging nonsense

• Love how the choreo goes with the music rather than pure immediate chaos

• Admittedly the orchestra could be a bit better, but not terrible

• The shopping cart is my favorite character

• This feels almost interpretive

• Ok. Jesus is hot

• Draculacore

• Is he orgasming?

• I think that's an appropriate tone to be set

• I will say, I like productions with more color, but I see the style they're going for and I don't dislike it

Heaven on their minds-

• I like how they translated the lyrics to sound good in Swedish

• Also gives extra context and connotation to the words

• Love judas' mesh top!

• Really good singer wow

• This is how the song is supposed to be sung!!!

• I like boys with long hair hehehehe

• Symbolic that jesus is sleeping while judas is trying to get him to listen. Shows how closed off and resigned to his fate he was

• And also how no matter how hard judas tried he would never really be heard

• Painted nails!

• The subtitles said fuck? Lol

• I seriously love this guy's voice

• Oh my god they're so boyfriends

What's the buzz/Strange thing mystifying-

• Jesus is serving so much cunt

• So. Much. Touching.

• AHAHAHAHAGSVSBAZHDVWH THEYRE SO BOYFRIENDS HWWGGA

• Yes Maria feed him that orange

• "A man like him" you mean... 💅?

Everythings alright-

• I really like Mary's voice and look

• Mommy vibes fs

• He's in the shopping cart hhahahaha

• The masculine urge to sleep in a shopping cart while wearing shades

This jesus must die-

• Caiaphas sounds like a toad LMAO

• "It's seduction! It's blasphemy!" -Christians watching this 😭

• Caiaphas saying "STOP" such a jumpscare

• They kept the jesus is cool line and for that this is now one of my favorite productions

• AND THEY SAID IT TWICE AM I IN HEAVEN??

• Well I won't be after watching this 😌

• Caiaphas has a pretty cool voice ngl, my timbers are shivered

• HELIKOPTER 🚁 HELIKOPTER 🚁

Hosanna-

• A bit faster rendition that's neat

• Interesting how judas is participating in the fray

• It's so nice to see his character happy for once though

• The jesus balloons are killing me

Simon zealotes/poor jerusalem-

• Ooh it's a fight

• The ladies are sangin and dancin 💃

• THEY SAID FUCK AGAIN

• Well okay I'm just gonna give up on the notion that this play will be family appropriate in any manner, it's better that way anyway

• Pretty cool how the choreo is militaristic, as well as the costuming

• They way Simon is pronounced 😃

• I am unilingual my brain is incapable of not making a joke about that

• Jesus your nail polish is chipping baby fix that

Pilates dream-

• Love pilates robe, very pretty

• Ok but the sparkly suit is better

The temple-

• Fuck counter: 3

• They have a bit more speaking in this version which I really don't mind

• The lyrics make it really clear how the crowds used their connection to God to justify their actions, an issue which is still prevalent today

• Annas shaking that tail go off

• Jesus jumpscare

• He called it "A whorehouse" 💀

• The beggars all have little hand lights, that creates a really cool effect

• Wow the music got really fast

I don't know how to love him-

• Yayy Mary hi Mary hi 😍🥰👋

• Da smoochy???

• Judas ain't gonna be happy bout this

• Her voice is so good!!

• Interesting how jesus is awake for this

• ITS JUDAS HE'S PEEKING

• Uh oh

Damned for all time/blood money-

• OH NO

• MY BOY GOT SLAPPED

• HE JUST WANTED A SMOOCH

• Ok now it just feels like he's betraying him cause he got rejected 😭

• Annas is such a little shit oh my god

• He's giving Draco Malfoy vibes somehow

The last supper-

• Act 2 baby here we go

• Okay so he's dragging them to absolute hell, love that for you jesus

• The girls are FIGHTING!

• "Tell us what happened to the good vibes" I'm loving this translation

• Judas actor once again killing it, he has a really lovely rock voice

• The apostles throwing shade at judas and planning to blame him in the gospels 😙🤌

• This shit crazy

Gethsemane-

• Ok I'm gonna try to be serious for this once

• So far pretty good

• The lyrics are hitting the important parts of the song I feel

• HE GOT THE NOTE!

• Pretty damn good

• My bias still lies with Neeley but that wasn't gonna change really

• I like how he made the g5 actually part of the song rather than separating it. This whole performance is actually very natural and easy to watch

• The last verse goes so incredibly hard

• *rips shirt open*

• ��

The arrest-

• Here it is the kiss

• Here we go

• Literally the only part of this play I'd seen before

• Okay that's just. So romantic. JESUS kissed JUDAS! What a twist!

• "Why did you date a whore" goddamn

Peter's denial-

• Annas is basically the main character he's in so many songs

Pilate and christ-

• "Yeah we know you're 'hot'" I mean 😏

• Fuck counter: 4

• My notes are seriously lacking I apologize

King herods song-

• Herod is me I am Herod

• Me in my robe on a Monday morning imposing judgement onto others:

• Did they just use a slide whistle?

• Goofy ahh sound effects 💀

• "Fine I'll do it myself- look, no hands 😚"

• He's my favorite

• Herod being silly and goofy:🤪

• Jesus: 😐

• Loved that

Could we start again please-

• Fuck counter: 5

• Not the song I expected it to be in tbh

• Maybe it doesn't hold the same weight in Sweden

• "How are we going to explain it so it looks good on paper?" This is a new angle that is actually really interesting, and reminds me that the Bible is pretty much ancient RPF

• Yay they included the ensemble

Judas death-

• "For one measly kiss" I'd call that kiss a lot of things but measly does not come to mind

• He is talking to jesus instead of christ

• Something tells me this production is not very religious 🤔

• Which I am very ok with

• He's goin through it

• He's got the rock screams going on 🤘love it

• RIP Judas, too gay to live 😔

Trial before pilate-

• He called Jesus a clown, bitch this isn't Godspell

• Ouchie

• That's a lot of blood

• It's easy to overact in the role of pilate and this guy isn't doing that, which is good

Superstar-

• I prefer when Judas is wearing white in this song, but the glittery red robe kinda slays ngl

• And once again judas is a pretty boy

• They kept the "jesus christ, Jesus christ, who are you what have you sacrificed" line in English

• Oop the robe is off

• Get those dance moves judas damn

• This is insane

• What is happening

• Why am I turned on

John 19:41-

• Ooh this is rather scary

• The way its literally just him on stage suffering is pretty intense

• IT IS FINISHED

Hope you enjoyed sluts

[toastess-with-the-mostess]

Let's Rewind! Toast Watches Voltron: Defender of The Universe (1984)

Season 1, Episode 37: Lotor's New Hitman Season 1, Episode 38: Raid of the Red Berets

Episode 37: Lotor's New Hitman

Doom pilot training session? These aren't the ships I'm used to seeing with Doom

"[They're] not as good as I was when I was training at the academy!" "Uh yes sire" Oh Lotor absolutely failed every class and just threatened his teachers with death if they didn't pass him, no wonder he can't do shit

Are they actually told to kill each other in these sessions? One of the students is taking down everyone else, I feel like you wouldn't want to kill the rest of the squad that could measure up to him but okay

Uhh maybe the instructor is right in not letting some dude who listens to no authority try to take over a planet for you, this is gonna go real bad for doom really quick

"it must be the fastest robeast ever built and it must be red! I only fly red ships" he's gonna steal red lion isn't he

"my magic can easily turn the color to red, but I don't do windows" LMAO well at least haggar has boundaries I guess

Is this robeast not actually a robeast, looks like this dude is just piloting a mech with very little black magic involved

damn barely hits the ground and immediately starts causing devastation, when was the last time we got a robeast that actually committed war crimes for the Drule empire?

Wow no fanfare or anything this time around, just straight to the lions this time, top tier episode already

oh man some kid was actually under some debris, this is getting pretty serious for dotu

is yellow lion supposed to be the fastest lion? Hunk is chasing the mech after saying he was faster I'm so used to the fastest lion being red, I wonder what else fans changed to fit with their beliefs

plot bunny, how the fuck did pidge and lance make it to the other side of the tunnel when hunk is already pushing max in the middle of it yea I think the change people made with red and green being the faster lions makes the most sense here

early voltron formation, its only mid-episode too

I wonder how fast voltron can go, Keith said they were hitting mach 9 as voltron but do we ever hear how fast the lions push it? Would voltron even be faster ?

Aaand now green lion has a wound on the shoulder

Keith: Pidge talk to me! Are you hurt? Pidge: I'd be hurt if you didn't ask I love them so much

the team really is falling for this guy's traps every time huh, faltering on their training I see

is lion head attack their fastest attack or were they just banking on him not being able to dodge all of them

oh god Lotor you literally had such a good change to get rid of voltron and you RETREATED? You deserve to get your ass kicked every time

back to Arus and back to hazing the castle to make fun of the slow ass pilots

second voltron formation of the dayyy honestly I'm used to the VF episode that is so similar to this, but they used a cadet to solve their issue so how the hell are they gonna beat this guy without one

Oh I guess mach 10 is the fastest they can go as voltron

Chozzerai bridge? No that's over like an ocean or fat ass lake or something

good plan maybe? I think it is at least, setting out hovering mines that their mech can definitely outmaneuver but voltron probably can't and then slowly setting them off as they get close to him

earth wind and water, sounds like a pretty cool band name lol

ANOTHER VOLTRON FORMATION? WOW WEP WAS SAVING MONEY THIS EPISODE

oh so their plan is the same but with mach 10 speed, alright I guess? If that's all you got then whatever

omg they actually got him before blazing sword and everything

"maybe he'll land safely and come back again! There you see! He's going to land on planet gloom! That's one of ours! ... oh I'm afraid he didn't make a very good landing..." LMAOO WHY IS THAT WHOLE DIALOGUE SO FUNNY

/episode end

Episode 38: Raid of the Red Berets

Gonna be honest this sounds like an episode aimed at making fun of the French specifically LMAO

"can you and Haggar think of nothing to defeat that one little planet out in space?" Zarkon you literally fought that planet for a WHILE before Lotor came along, I don't think you can speak for shit

Disappointed father™️

well if their other fucked up science experiments are quaking in their boots even before these robeasts (not really) were introduced then I guess they're formidable

oh they're NOT robeasts, they're just regular robots that are getting transported to Arus BY the robeast okay okay

does the castle not have planetary alert systems or something?? Like they've gotta have satellites that alert when something is entering Arusian atmosphere

holy shit are these robots committing war crimes?? They're literally breaking into homes and killing civilians like that's not unheard of, but that's wild that they'd show that in dotu even if they play it off as the lights getting turned off

why do the pilots wave in their lions when the people below them can't even see LMAO

"It's a nice and safe feelings seeing those lions on patrol" robots immediately jump out of the ground and attack a caravan of people absolutely jinxed it sinvos

"something terrible must've scared them away!" omg they were actually slaughtered in that caravan and that's why they're not showing it

scare tactics,, is that what they're censoring the murder spree of civilians to in this episode? Wild

oh so being attacked on the regular with literal monstrosities isn't enough to make the Arusians want to crucify Allura but apparently the "scare tactics" that doom is doing to them is enough to freak them out and try to kill one of their only hopes of survival? Cool cool cool

Coran what, you said you didn't get any descriptions of the attackers, but now you know they're robots and have red berets? Plot bunny

if crowds were that easy to disperse, things would be changed so quickly my god

not a bad idea encasing at least one lion in something super solid, obvs Keith is getting out of this, but it would be smart to do that mid-fight also ironic because black camouflages as a statue instead of having a den

what kind of design is THAT for a robeast it looks like a dragon but bug like? Idk but still cool

why send all the lions to blast Keith with fire when only lance can actually do that?? Gotta make them useful I guess but distracting the robeast IS useful

Keith's free after being thrown straight into the robeast and now voltron can form pretty effective way to get rid of the rock enclosure I guess

this robeast encloses itself in bullet bill cosplay LMAO

man we're seeing a lot of lion head attack recently, wonder why

blazing sword formed, robeast down, Lotor getting belittled, everything is right in the universe

OH THE ROBOTS DID A SUICIDE BARRAGE AGAINST BLACK TO STICK HIM IN STONE NO WONDER THEY'RE GONE THE REST OF THE EPISODE

"men fight hardest when they're defending freedom" interesting, any other word and that would've been super political y'know ignoring that they're fighting an oppressive government lol

/episode end

[noodleodoodleo]

Popping in my heart

Chapter 1 Sho-chan... also, it's funny seeing the live 2dmodels in suits and stuff but the dialogue says he just woke up. So now it seems like Shosuke sleeps in a full suit.

Emu gets invited to the discussion awwwww

the otoris are happy and optimistic again. THIS is why I don't agree with the "the Otoris are a bad family" idea. same with Kanade's father. He suffered immensely and despite how he may have felt, he still tried his best for his daughter, even if it didn't work out that well.

Emu is just a neverending well of ideas... yep Emu seems very undiagnosed adhd

Keisuke is so sweet. He is open to her ideas and has a proper discussion with her but also understands that she is 16 and wouldn't necessarily always think of the actual resources needed. She provides ideas and inspiration and the older brothers adapt/take them into account to improve the theme park. Keisuke did say that he needed Emu for a different perspective on things, which she is providing. Also, he's so gentle with Emu.

Emu it's ok not to know everything about the company your family runs, you are 16 years old.

I wonder where is their father? He is one of the owners but does he not do anything for the park or is he just the guy with the money or smth else? How do companies work? I'm not rich enough to know this stuff... T-T

Emu it's fine not to know, I reiterate you are 16 years old and have no experience yet, emphasis on yet. This knowledge and intuition comes with time actually working in the management of the park. They JUST allowed you to know about these things. It's fine.

Shosuke just teach her. You can never know too much and having someone with many skills and specialities is really helpful even if they don't directly work in that field. Stop being an idiot.

NO EMU SHUT UP!! THAT IS NOT WHAT HE MEANT... i hope. But no don't think like that please...

YES THAT'S IT!! While it is ok to rely on others, yes learn about business and all that stuff.

Immediately forgot about her troubles.

Chapter 2 wait... wondashow are idiots, how many of them know english?

Mr Riley is a child at heart.

Rui... what do you want to do in the us? should I be concerned...? I'll be concerned either way but still... rui... answers?

Oh no... I guess you can call turbulence... exciting... I feel you Nene I think robo-nene would count as a weapon... Tsukasa randomly running off to strike poses is gonna stick in my mind forever I feel you Nene (x2)

imagine you're at the airport and this Japanese dude is just standing in the sunlight posing and monologuing

keep Tsukasa on a leash still thinking of Saki even when being overdramatic Miku jumpscare Still never explained why they need to hide the existence of the virtual singers. The virtual singers seem pretty nonchalant about this so... They're in disneyland A performer can know about the business

Chapter 3 This Kaito is such a malewife Oh wow this background is just straight up phoenix stage, not even recoloured. ah of course rui immediately knows how the stunts and effects work ... I started reading wondashow stories so I could read the newest one from jp server and well...

That feels familar...

Emu you don't need to pay that much attention to the numbers...

Yes Tsukasa listen to Kaito you have time, take it one step at a time Not just wondashow all the characters in prsk need to chill out. IT'S FINE, YOU GUYS ARE IN HIGH SCHOOL , YOU DON'T NEED TO BE AT A PROFESSIONAL LEVEL YET.

Tsukasa... of course he knows your struggles, he was literally made from your feelings and your feeling alone mind you.

The brightest stars burn out the fastest...

The virtual singers sensed a crying child. Parent mode activated. Superhuman emu? that's an idea for an au or wild animal emu that works too

Chapter 4 True a young american child would most likely not know who hatsune miku is

Tsukasa you imbecile I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOOD WITH CHILDREN?! is this why he learned how to make children happy so that he can do his job in the white day story I feel you Nene (x3)

Emu materialized flames and sparkles this is why she's the best

You think, Tsukasa? Rui sounds like a tts

Ah so Tsukasa doesn't know english, Nene knows a little bit of and Rui is really good at it.

Chapter 5 how did they do this? money lots and lots money, you know the stuff your park doesn't have.

I wish robo-nene were here so they could tell us exactly how loudly tsukasa screamed

Chapter 6 try things out get experience with these sort of things and get help from others, yes that is how you do things knowing a few things outside of your specialty area is still good. It can widen your horizon and provide you with more ideas and different perspectives, so mixing knowledge is never a bad thing.

NO HER SMILE IS UPSIDE DOWN, TURN IT BACK AROUND!!!

Bad timing dude...

Chapter 7 why are they talking japanese in the flashback... Oh my god... emu's grandfather is so Emu (also has a weirdly Tsukasa-like vibe)

Chapter 8 YES RILEY TELL IT TO HER! EMU YOU'RE 16! YOU! HAVE! TIME!

I still don't think it's a bad idea for Emu to learn how a business works in her off time. Like yes focus on what you can do right now but don't just stay in that nieche forever, expand your horizons little by little.

Emu crams the night before an exam... I feel like no one in this game actually knows how to learn things... then again in real life and in japan especially school is just memorization and not actual learning so... :/ I hate school...

Raunosuke was a jack of all trades. This is what I mean when I say you can never learn too much. No your grandfather is like Tsukasa because he is way too loud and has zero situational awareness, well nvm Emu's grandfather was aware of the situation he just didn't give a shit and honestly, that's such a mood.

btw Rui calls Emu, Emu-kun and I vaguely remember him calling Saki Saki-kun but I'm not 100% sure. So I need to check my hypothesis of Ruil calling everyone (minus Nene and Mizuki) "kun". He doesn't use any honorifics for Nene or Mizuki. Nene cause they are close friends, Mizuki also close friends but hear me out my headcanon is that Rui stopped using honorifics for Mizuki when they told him about well themselves and in that moment rui had the choice of changing honorifics or dropping them entirely (or well, rejecting mizuki's identity but yeah no) so he thought about it and decided they were close enough that he can just not use any honorifics for them. BUT if my hypothesis of rui using "kun" for everyone regardless of gender is true then that adds another layer to the headcanon of rui fully respecting Mizuki's identity and changing his habits for their sake.

Anyway cute story, I am starting to fall in love with these clowns.

[comicgeekery]

Ok, this took me a few days to finish but I had a lot of fun with it!

<b>It’s Not a Sonic Butt-Plug</b>

“It’s perfectly normal, you know,” Aziraphale said far too brightly. “Just a little game, nothing indicative of me growing bored or less fond of you.”

“I know.” Still, Crowley eyed his husband warily. “Humans have been doing sexy role-plays since clothes became non-optional. ‘Oh, look at me, I’ve got a crown made of twigs! I sure hope no handsome blokes with authority issues come bugger me in the bushes!’ I just...don’t understand where this…<i>specific</i> fantasy comes from.”

Aziraphale huffed. “<i>Well</i>, if you’d listened to me and done a bit of <i>research</i>…”

“The show’s been on for 60 years! I’m not sitting through 60 years worth of a madman in a box fighting bins with plungers on!”

Aziraphale stuck his nose in the air, but didn’t comment further. Crowley frowned. That was too easy. <i>Had</i> he actually just won the argument? Or was his angel just barely holding back a smirk right now?

“In any case,” Aziraphale continued, “I thought the show might not appeal, so I’ve already prepared all the materials you should need.”

And he handed Crowley a small pile of things: a brown pinstripe suit, a few pages of notes, and a grey stick with a light on the end. He wondered if maybe the stick would benefit from a flared base. Then he picked up the notes.

“Right. So, I’m a doctor.”

“<i>The</i> Doctor.”

“Sure. Mysterious doctor without a proper name, who’s also a time-traveler and also an alien.” Crowley paused and raised a lecherous eyebrow. “Any special alien anatomy I should add on?”

He’d meant it as a joke to fluster Aziraphale. But instead Aziraphale was quiet for far too long, staring at Crowley’s chest with thoughtful intensity. “...No,” he finally said. “I think I’d prefer the usual there.”

Crowley smiled uncertainly and went back to the notes. What sort of bizarre alien nipples had he just dodged? He’d thought this was a family show!

“Alright, so you’ve got a few phrases ready for me. Let’s see.” Crowley frowned. “Allonsy?”

Aziraphale brightened. “Yes, but with a bit more verve, my dear!”

“Allonsy.”

“No, be excited! And with a bit more French to it!”

“<i>Allonsy</i>.”

“Ah...maybe try…”

“ALLONSY!”

Aziraphale winced and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Let’s….Let’s just move on, my dear.”

Crowley grumbled. Maybe he <i>should</i> be jealous of this Doctor. He snapped his fingers to change into the pinstripe suit. The fabric felt cheap, but then so did most things compared to what Crowley usually wore. The fit wasn’t bad. Glancing in the mirror, he could tell it was a decent look for him. He held up the little light-up stick and struck a casual pose.

“Ok, I agree to the cheap suit, but I am <i>not</i> on board with whatever not-so-angelic ideas you have with shiny little lightsaber, you hear me?”

He looked away from the mirror and immediately dropped the ‘lightsaber’ in shock. Aziraphale was staring at him with the most overt, laser-focused lust Crowley had ever seen. Suddenly it seemed like a good thing that the suit was cheap. Clearly it was about to torn off him. With angelic teeth.

Crowley gulped.

“Why don’t you finish the script, darling?” Aziraphale said, managing to sound utterly filthy.

Crowley quickly picked up the page again. “Ah… ‘In all my adventures in space and time, I’ve never met someone as clever and beautiful as you.’ Wow, okay. Not going for humble here, are you? ‘Won’t you join me as my companion, but in a low-stakes way where we won’t have to save the world every week?’”

Immediately Aziraphale gasped as though he was actually surprised. “Why, Doctor! I don’t know what to say! How could I <i>possibly</i> leave behind the Earth I love so dearly?”

“Uh…” Maybe the bigger issue with sexy role-play was that Crowley wasn’t very good at improv. “I’m pretty sure my police box thing is bigger than it looks. We could get a nice bed in there and…”

“If <i>only</i> there was something really <i>special</i> you could offer me. A temptation I couldn’t <i>possibly</i> resist.” Aziraphale was looking at him pointedly now, while unbuttoning his waistcoat like an utter tart. It took Crowley a moment to collect himself and look back at the notes.

“‘Well, I know it isn’t much, but I did pull some strings with the Vashta Nerada.’ Whatever that is. ‘You’re welcome to use their planet-sized library whenever you want.’”

Crowley frowned. “Wait, how—NGK!”

Aziraphale crashed into him and the question was soon happily, vigorously forgotten.

The suit did not survive the experience.

Hi lovely people long time no see! Don't worry, in a month or so I will be back feeding you art more often but until then, I finished 1 out of 2 prizes I promised for the winners of my DTIYS challenge 💜 winner asked for Aziraphale making Crowley cosplay the 10th doctor!

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[our-time-is-now]

October 2, 2019: How would you evaluate yourself?

(previous play)

You can find more information about the authors, translators, content warning and additional information about the plays in the pinned post on our blog.

Wednesday, 12:52 pm:

WhatsApp, David/Matteo: David: My fingers are crossed! I’ll think of you later! Just be yourself and wow them! And always remember: For me, you are and always will be the best, anyways! I’m looking forward to later <3

Matteo: Thanks, thanks. I’m a little nervous, but Kay is actually pretty cool. It’ll work out. Love you, see you later <3

Kay: after Sannik and Matteo returned from school today, he sent Matteo to take his break as always and told him that they’ll meet in his office at 1 pm has briefly talked to Sannik about what they are going to say later and he made a few rough notes, but actually wants to see spontaneously how the conversation goes went to the café at shortly before 1 to get a fresh pot of coffee and a bottle of water and went back to the office with it has talked about private things with Sannik for a little while while they waited for Matteo

Matteo: has grabbed himself a coffee at the café and replied to David’s messages knocks on Kay’s office door at 2 minutes to 1 waits for the “come in” and then opens the door sees Kay sitting on his desk and grins slightly Am I too early?

Kay: hears the knock and calls “come in” smiles when Matteo sticks his head in and immediately shakes his head at his question Nonsense, we’re not so specific… come in, come in… waves him in and sees Sannik getting up, hears him wish them fun and then sees him leave the office grins at Matteo when he sees his coffee I like that - employees who bring their own coffee instead of drinking mine… excellent! points at the seating area, grabs his mug and gets up from his desk chair We’ll have a seat over there… that’s more comfortable…

Matteo: grins at Sannik when he pushes past them and then goes inside closes the door behind himself laughs slightly Yeah, I wanted to make a good impression straight away… sits down on the same chair he sat on during the job interview puts his mug down and regrets it immediately, because now he doesn’t have anything in his hands to distract himself with anymore quickly folds his hands so that he won’t start fidgeting

Kay: grins at his answer about the coffee and nods Good perception! waits for Matteo to sit down, puts his mug down on the small table and then drops down on one of the free armchairs with a quiet groan immediately reaches for his mug again and takes a small sip then looks at Matteo and smiles So? How are you doing today?

Matteo: immediately nods at his question I’m good… I don’t know if Sannik already told you, but school was really good today… now reaches for his mug again, after all, only to hold something in his hands The principal of the Ernst-Reuter School finally gave his okay and now we can start going to the classes… takes a sip and then looks at Kay grins slightly and asks And what about you?

Kay: smiles when he says that he’s good and then even more when he immediately continues nods slightly, listens to him and takes another sip then laughs quietly at his counter question Thank you, I’m quite good. I had a seat in the subway on my way to work today! Then I’m usually doing good! puts his mug back down again and folds his hands on his stomach Sannik already told me that it went well at the Ernst-Reuter School. I’m really happy about that! And Sannik also told me that he has the impression that you like the school-project… Is he right or is he wrong or is he lying to me? grins slightly and briefly winks at Matteo

Matteo: laughs slightly Oh yes, a seat is very precious, I know that… then grins and shakes his head As if Sannik could lie… No, I really like it a lot… I think we’re also quite a good team, well I hope so… he’s quite good at reaching the teachers and me at reaching the students… nods slightly and then sips on his coffee again is still a little nervous because he doesn't know what Kay really wants to tell him

Kay: laughs loudly at Matteo’s answer about Sannik True - he’s way too nice for that! but then gets serious again and listens to him with a smile and nods Yes, he told me something very similar… that you slowly relax when it comes to the students and that he likes observing you… then clears his throat and changes the topic And here? In Lambda itself? Do you also like that? What do you like the most? What don’t you like as much? How would you evaluate yourself? grins slightly I know the last question is mean… no one likes to answer that… but I won’t hand out grades or anything like that… I just want to know in which areas our opinions overlap and in which they don’t, and if they don’t overlap then I’d like to find out together with you why not.

Matteo: nods and is relieved when he says that Sannik has said something similar feels a little more secure for a moment but then gets thrown off again by his question hates talking about himself but knows that it’s a part of it phews slightly Hmm, well… I like everything. That’s a too general answer, I know. I like working at the café because it’s diverse and because there are a lot of different people there. I like the school project, even though I probably still need a little more time to relax more… I also like helping out with the groups, but the other day, when I had to lead one by myself, that was really difficult for me… takes a deep breath But I hope that I’m constantly improving and that it’s okay that I need some time to relax?

Kay: listens to him and lets him finish can feel that he’s a little nervous and tries his best to make it as pleasant as possible for him nods when he finishes and smiles I’ll just address all of this in order, okay? thinks about what it was that Matteo mentioned first Café… I get very positive feedback there - from the colleagues as well as the teenagers. I also think that it’s quite a good fit for you… sure, it’s diverse, but it’s also casual. It’s very easy to start conversations… reaches for his mug again and takes a sip Hmm… we already talked about school… groups! If I’m completely honest, we threw you in the deep end on purpose… grins slightly and shrugs apologetically Someone else could have led the group, of course, but Sannik said that you’d definitely be able to do it… and look at you: You managed it! All of this, this isn't rocket science. You don’t necessarily have to go to university for it to be able to deal with teenagers. All that’s needed is empathy, interest and common sense. And you have all of that. Believe me, I wouldn’t have let you lead the group if I hadn’t known that you’d manage it. And I think that the thing you still have to learn is to understand that - especially at Lambda - it isn’t so bad if you make a mistake… or if you don’t know what to do. slightly tilts his head At school it’s a little different… there, we do have to come across as somewhat professional, after all, we get money for it from the government and if we weren’t professional, the schools wouldn’t hire us. But there you have Sannik by your side who you can ask questions anytime… takes another sip and puts his mug back down again wants to mention something about insecurity and relaxing, but first wants to give him the chance to react to what he just said

Matteo: nods when he says that he’ll address everything in order is happy that he confirms the thing with the café and that he doesn’t get feedback that's completely the opposite of what he thought that would have been embarrassing I’m glad to hear that… is surprised when he says that they threw him in the deep end on purpose but thinks it’s very understandable when he listens to him further that they wanted to see how he’ll deal with it and if he’ll manage is happy that it must have been okay what he did shrugs one shoulder Well, I do ask questions… and I also try to do everything… but the thing with the group, yes, that was really the deep end… but I’m happy to hear that I didn’t mess it up completely… then nods when he’s talking about school Yes, that’s what Sannik said. We also talk about all of it beforehand and afterwards… and I also ask him what's okay and what isn’t…

Kay: smiles when Matteo is happy about the feedback for the café then nods again when they’re talking about the group and laughs quietly at the end No, you didn’t mess it up at all… you could just do it again, huh?! laughs quietly and makes it seem like a joke wants to tell Matteo about his plans for the future only later then nods again at the school project and smiles Yes, Sannik told me about that as well. That it’s easy to reflect with you and that you ask exactly the right questions… then sighs quietly and gets more serious again Earlier, you said something about needing some time to relax into it… and whether that’s okay… empties his mug and then looks a little shocked because there’s nothing left in it anymore immediately refills it and continues talking only then smiles It is! takes a sip But if you want to hear my opinion about it: You don’t actually need it! You’re standing in your own way with your insecurity. If you think that you need the time, okay… then take three, four, five weeks… what matters is that you’re working towards improving… sighs quietly and then asks How long have you been here now!? Tadaaa… exactly one month today! Congratulations! During that time you entered into the school project, you helped at the café - two times, you even took care of it by yourself for a few minutes. You have checked out all of the groups and lead your first group, you know how to work the photocopier and that you’re not allowed to drink up your boss’ coffee. You are starting to reflect and plan with Sannik… We get positive feedback. tilts his mug to and fro That’s the job aspect… and if Sannik were here now, I’d get a roasting, but I do think that a boss also has to consider an employee’s private life to some extent… and if I look at you, then what I know is that your David went through a difficult surgery, that you were worried, that you took care of him and that you probably still do, because he’s not allowed to lift heavy objects. This and starting your Voluntary Year at the same time. Emotional stress times ten I guess, am I right?

Matteo: is really happy that Kay gives him so much positive feedback also that he can take his time to relax into it, but that he already managed a lot of things thinks that it’s good to hear that he thinks that he doesn’t actually need that time plans on tackling things a little more consciously and to be more confident then grins when he congratulates him for working here for exactly one month says quietly Thank you… is really happy that Kay is mostly happy with him then looks surprised when Kay gets personal and wonders what he’ll say now immediately presses his lips together when he’s talking about David has really tried to not let it influence his work and hopes that he won’t get in trouble for it now is relieved when that’s not the case and that he really only asks about it nods slightly Yes, but… well it’s been better since he’s back from the hospital… luckily everything is going just perfectly… hesitates slightly but then admits, after all But yes, I really was very worried… and I still am a little… sips from his coffee and then adds But I’m really trying to not let it influence my work, but if that’s the case… well, if you think that I’m not focusing on my work or something, then you’d tell me, wouldn’t you?

Kay: watches Matteo and sees that he seems surprised that he mentions his private life smiles slightly when he admits that it was stressful and finds that pretty authentic would have thought it was a lie if he had played it down then smiles even more when he says that everything is going perfectly I’m really happy for the two of you! slightly shakes his head when he mentions his worries That’s completely normal, Matteo. Everyone in your situation would feel the same. then grins slightly and tilts his head at his question Hmmm… yes… I would… if it gets out of hand. Anyone can be unfocused sometimes… Finn isn’t focused by Thursday already if his favorite team has an important game on the weekend… and with Iris, half a year ago her dog got very sick… he had to be put down briefly before you started here… you’re not always completely focused in such situations, either, of course… but that’s okay… because we’re all only human… takes another sip of coffee But yes, if I felt like it’s getting out of hand that you’re not focused then I’d talk to you about it, I promise. puts the mug back down on the table again and folds his hands over his stomach Alright… now we have talked about the things that are going well and that you like doing. Now I’d be interested in knowing what you don’t like so much… or what you’re not so interested in… and now please don’t tell me that you think everything is great. In the end, I’ll schedule you in for the library two times a week even though you can’t even stand books… we don’t want that, after all…

Matteo: smiles when Kay is so understanding and when he even gives him examples that other people experience similar things then nods slightly when he confirms that he’ll talk to him if it gets too much That’s good. Thanks. then hears him talking about the next topic and finds that really difficult because he really doesn’t have anything that he would refuse completely but then laughs slightly Yes, okay… books really aren’t exactly my thing, but apart from that… slightly shrugs one shoulder and thinks feverishly I… umm… oh man, sorry, but I can't really think of anything right now… I don’t like sports so much? Well, trips to climbing parks might not really be my thing, but apart from that? shrugs one shoulder again in apology Sorry…

Kay: can see that he surprised Matteo a little and grins slightly nods happily Okay, so no books… waits patiently while he thinks then laughs quietly at his answer I’m completely with you. Sport kills and so on… then gets serious again Yes, but good to know: No books, no sports… I’ll keep it in mind… leans forward a little and briefly wiggles his eyebrows And do you know what for? leans back again and simply answers Because I still have a lot of plans for you… more responsibility and so on… as I said earlier: I’m sure you can do more than you let yourself believe right now. Hmmm… let’s just say I’ll give you one more month of grace period… to get your bearings and to internally and mentally prepare yourself and so on… but I’d say that come November, you’re definitely ready to take on a shift at the café by yourself… and one of our groups… Sannik also already mentioned that he wants you to be involved more with the planning of the school project… well, with the planning of the lessons. Because you’re simply still closer to the students than we are. reaches for his coffee again Well, those are three things that I can think of off the top of my head, but it may very well be that I’ll think of something else spontaneously… and if you can think of anything you’d like to do spontaneously then let me know, okay?

Matteo: is relieved when Kay seems to be satisfied with his answer laughs slightly at his comment about sports Exactly… looks at him questioningly when he wiggles his eyebrows Noo? then listens to him and feels really honored and good grins and nods immediately That sounds really great… thank you. Well, that you trust me with that, but also for giving me some more time. That sounds really good. And sure, I’ll tell you if I think of something. then drinks the last puddle from his mug

Kay: sees that Matteo is happy and that he doesn’t seem to be overwhelmed and is happy that he estimated him correctly still says And if something gets too much or doesn’t really fit with you, after all, then just call out for help, okay? grins slightly and shakes his head Or knock on my door and tell me… then we’ll surely find a solution… briefly ponders if he can think of anything else that he forgot to mention then remembers that he actually had a list pulls it from his pocket and glances on it mentally checks off everything that he already mentioned and then looks up at Matteo happily Didn’t forget anything! Wow… do you still have anything that you’d like to get off your chest?

Matteo: nods again Sure, I’ll do that. finds it really pretty cool that he’s the kind of boss where you can really do that grins slightly when he pulls his note from his pocket woohoos slightly when he says that he didn’t forget anything No, I don’t have anything… only, thanks again for the opportunity to work here and for being so open and… for the day off, that was really super nice.

Kay: laughs slightly when Matteo woohoos and hints at a bow then waves it off when he hears his words Nonsense… it’s okay… you’re welcome… you really fit in well here… then it’s not so difficult to be nice and open and so on… takes another sip and puts his mug down And since we’re being so open right now: I’ll kick you out now… otherwise I’ll postpone the stupid paperwork until next week if I won’t start on it soon… gets up and puts his mug back on his desk but then remembers something else Hang on! Stop! Maybe you can do some advertising about the Transformerz with David? Mario has received his approval for the payment of his mastectomy and is going crazy right now because he doesn’t know which clinic to choose… so I figured, the more opinions and reviews the better… so… only if David feels like it of course… and once he’s fit again…

Matteo: grins slightly at his words and grins even more when he kicks him out gets up when Kay does and reaches for his mug Have fun with your paperwork… is already halfway out the door when Kay calls for him again and turns around again I already did… well, I told him about the Transformerz… he said he definitely wants to check it out… but I can tell him again that he’s really in high demand… grins slightly See you later… then leaves the office and immediately pulls out his phone

WhatsApp, Matteo/David: Matteo: The conversation went really well. I’ll tell you about it in more detail later. Kay told me to say hi and to advertise the Transformerz again ;) What’s up with you?

David: Wooohooo! Not that I expected anything else ;-) I’m already very curious to get the more detailed version.

David: Thanks for saying hi and tell him hi back when you see him… Maybe I’ll really come by next week…

David: It’s actually going quite well here… I’m already looking up information for the start of university. It’s all really confusing. I hope that the introduction week will clear some more things up than the homepage does… And I also got two more appointments for flatshare viewings for next week…

David: Should I cook today? I’d manage some casserole… I’m already looking forward to seeing you later! Bye! :-*

Matteo: They’d surely be happy if you came by. And yes, cook something, I’m looking forward to it. We’ll talk in more detail later. I’m looking forward to it :-*

(next play)

[ao3writers-pls-love-me]

solangelo headcanons because talking is overrated

nico would be very into thriller and detective stuffs while will would be obsessed with stranger things and charlie's angels

the more nico spends time with will the more in sync and alike he is

*saw a cat* *both simultaneously raise hands and pull out cat treats*

will: "for real?!" nico: "for real?"

*taunting a monster* "your mama’s so hairy that when she went to see the new Star Wars movi-" "YEAH- and everyone thought Chewbacca was making a promotional appearance HA!"

"gods i wanna stuff a whole dragon in my stomach..." "..." "...and i want to eat this skrunkly little ham sandwich right here."

*nico looks at will* *will notices it and raises his eyebrows* *nico winks with both eyes* *will wiggles his fingers* *nico bites his tongue* *will makes witchy laughter* *nico sniffs his nose* "get a room." "stfu connor stoll."

small talks with nico and will feel awkward af, they prefer meaningful long conversations

silent is very important to them, to other campers it seems like they having beef but to nico and will that's true comfort

"hypothetically, what if i turned into a cat?" "then you would be the luckiest cat in the world." "oh-" "i would set this mortal realm on fire for you." "oh."

"remember when-" and they started sobbing violently

they would try to think abt how to compliment other demigods like clovis is such a attentive listener he slept through like half of my feelings or drew may seem a bit of an a-hole but she actually gave great skin care tips or lou turned an apple into a rat once and said 'that's similar to chocolate frogs in harry potter, try them out will!' and she was so funny i almost ate them fr

then they looked at percy and went nah that dude could devour a kiwi pizza and get poisoned instead

they often gave each other heart eyes

and nico would immediately get smack in the head by a camper because they were dueling

will would panic and then potato-shack nico to the infirmary right after

will claimed that nico really liked to sleep outside and thought it's romantic

minus the mosquito

they couldn't though because of harpies

but will would still help clearing out nico's cabin so that both of them could lay on the floor with much more opened space

nico felt like an idiot going along with it but lowkey appreciated having will there making dumb contented kekeke giggles because he thought nico like it

nico: you think i'm pretty?

will: w-what?

nico: do you think i'm pretty?

will: yeah..? i-i mean idk i guess you are? uh–sorry i mean yes–i mean very uh very pretty just um yeah so so–pretty like wow haha the most prettiest creature ever like woah

will: ...

will: i am so sorry

nico: no no don't be. that's really nice of you

will: ...

nico: thank you it's cute

will: ...gods are we like this right now?

nico: we're actually achieving relationship goals what can you have possibly meant?

will: well–alright i mean but are we doing it really–

nico: you're pretty too you know

will: w-woah wait

nico: you look so adorable right now i could cook you to medium rare

will: that's–

nico: you're so gorgeous i could slap your dad in the face because he created such a fine piece of work

will: o-oh

nico: you are absolutely beautiful oh my gods like i would happily snap the stolls legs just so you could be a little more self-aware of it will

will: nico i–you–goodness...

nico: ...

nico: dam you're right we are not having this at all. let's go outside and fight harpies and accidentally kiss and blame it on the adrenaline rush

will: chokes cutely

[buckysimp101]

Deleted Scene 2- Love at First Grade (18+)

drabble warnings: fluff. that’s all. oh it’s so sticky sweet

request: the wedddinnggg???? omg avery and becca would be so adorable with excitement (here’s the ask)

a/n: you asked, now i’m delivering! hope y’all enjoy this lil drabble of their wedding 

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“Becca, Avery. For the last time the two of you need to sit still so these nice ladies can finish your hair.”

“Yes, Nanaaaaaaaaa,” the two feisty eight and nine year olds spoke sweetly in unison as they batted their eyes at Winnie. Winnie merely cut her eyes at the two, trying to figure out if they would actually listen this time, before walking away. Avery and Becca giggled as the ladies rushing around the room trying to finish up last minute hair and makeup barely paid them any mind as they wrapped up with the girls.

“Psssst, Avery. Mama said we can get candy if we’re good….and I think we’ve been good…wanna go find some candy?” Becca whispered as if not to catch the attention of the adults in the room. You were sitting in the chair now, being doted on by Winnifred and your mother as the cosmetologists finished working on your hair and makeup, Bex, Wanda and Natasha oohing over your dress in the corner. The girls were alone, relatively speaking, for the first time all day.

Avery pressed her lips together, trying to think if she had actually been good or if she just wanted candy, but the latter thought won out by convincing her of the former. The wedding was another hour away, not that the two girls had any way of telling time nor were they about to ask. So they did what relatively unsupervised children do, they snuck out the open door. Becca and Avery giggled when they realized none of the adults had even seen them leave, as they took off down the hallway in bare feet and matching pajamas. The first door they found was the bathroom, but it was the fanciest bathroom either of them had ever set foot in. Gilded mirrors and fancy tile had the girls dancing and singing like they were in a Barbie Princess movie. It only took a few minutes of goofing off before they remembered the task at hand, and they left the fancy bathroom behind in search of candy.

A few more doors, a few storage closets, another bathroom. Still no luck. When they rounded the corner and found the stair well, they decided they might as well check the other floors. One floor and four tested doors later the girls were in for a surprise. But it wasn’t candy. No. It was…

“UNCLE STEVE!?”

“Becca…Avery…what are you two doing down here?” Steve questioned from where he sat in the suite, obviously confused and concerned as to why the two girls were wandering around the venue on their own. His question didn’t have time to be answered however because the door to the bathroom was opening up and revealing a very anxious ball of energy, concerned as hell about his tie and if it was the right length or not.

“Steve, I swear for the life of my I can’t remember if this tie is supposed to be this long, or if it’s supposed to be shorter. The dimple looks like it’s off-center, I look a me-,” Bucky rambled, still not noticing the girls until they released their twin shrieks like a banshee call.

“DADDY!!!!!!!!!” “PAPA!!!!!!!” Becca and Avery squealed as their eyes landed on Bucky in his suit. His attention was grabbed immediately, but before he could even ask the girls how they’d gotten there they were running full speed and flinging themselves into his arms. 

“You look so handsome!” “We haven’t seen you all day!” “Mama looks beautiful, did you know that!?” On and on the girls squealed and rambled until Bucky could finally find the words he was looking for.

“You know it’s so good to see you girls, and wow do you both look so pretty with your hair all nice and ready…but…you’re not in your dresses…and there’s no adult here besides Uncle Stevie…how did you end up here?” Bucky questioned so as not to sound angry but at least the slightest bit concerned. The giggles stopped almost immediately as the girls realized their search for candy was likely at an end. Neither of them answered Bucky, but their silence was answer enough. He let out a sigh and squeezed the girls tight before heading into the bathroom for his phone. As he was about to call his mother, he was receiving one from her instead.

“Hey ma,” Bucky started but was immediately cut off by his mother’s frantic voice going on and on about the girls and not being able to find him, but Bucky was able to calm her down as he let her know that he had them safe and sound if she wanted to come pick them up and get them ready. At the sound that the girls had been found, it was like everyone on his mother’s side of the phone call let out a deep breath as she thanked him and promised to send Bex to pick them up. After hanging up the phone, Bucky looked down at Becca and Avery but each of them were offering him a small look of wide eyes and sad faces.

“Girls, you scared your mama and Nana and Grammies and all your aunties. Wanna tell me what you were doing walking around the place by yourself and not telling anyone where you were going?” 

Avery spoke up, “we were just looking for candy, Papa. All the ladies were done with us and mama said if we were good we would get candy.” Her voice wobbled a little bit and Bucky knew that she was seconds from crying at the stress and fear they’d accidentally given everyone today, Becca, meanwhile, merely nodded her head in agreement but refused to make eye contact with Bucky. Heaving out another sigh, he pulled the girls close and made them promise to apologize to you the second they got back in their room. And that they wouldn’t get candy for this because of their actions; however, he did promise them cake if they behaved the rest of the day. And everybody knows that cake trumps candy all the time.

When Bex arrived to pick up the girls she also told them how much their disappearance scared everyone and how you were on the verge of tears when you had looked around, and they were nowhere to be seen. Both Becca and Avery’s lips wobbled that time, Bucky could tell they didn’t like the idea that they had upset you, so he sent them off with Bex to apologize and get ready for the wedding.

When the girls arrive back in the room you wrapped them each into a tight hug. You apologized to them for not paying as much attention to them this morning and they apologized for leaving without telling an adult where they were going or what they wanted. Not much longer and everyone was dressed, the girls were calling you a princess, and you were walking down an aisle scattered with flowers, your father on your arm guiding you toward your husband. The moment Bucky laid eyes on you his world stopped. His heart thudded dangerously loud in his ears, his eyes pricked hot with tears, and his mouth had a mind of its own as it damn near dropped to the floor at the sight of you. One tear dropped from his eyes, then two, then three. Until Bucky was being nudged in the side by Steve, offering him a handkerchief and a smirk that said “I-told-you-so.” When your hand was put in his, Bucky felt his heart soar and when you were proclaimed husband and wife, he claimed your lips in a heated kiss, a few wolf whistles thrown out by Tony and Sam and twin “ewes!” By the girls were the only things pulling him back to the present. The glint in your eye was proof that he’d have more of that later on.

The reception went off without a hitch. The girls behaved wonderfully the rest of the night and got the first slices of cake. As the night wore on and bedtime slowly crept upon them, they got more clingy. Throughout the night the girls had gone from dancing with the two of you, to dancing with Steve and Sam, to Sam and Nat, to Morgan Stark. Towards the end, the four of you danced slowly with Avery and Becca both in Bucky’s arms, enclosed in a little huddle as you all swayed to the music. The girls’ eyes were getting heavier and you both knew it was almost time to send them on to bed with Grammie. Becca provided you with a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek as she sighed, “I love you, mama” and Avery did the same to Bucky. The little pieces of affection enough to make you want a million more kids. 

When the kids and the grandparents left the music turned a little more…inappropriate and so did the dancing. Eventually, the music wound down once more and a few more slow songs played for the night to end. Bucky was holding you tight, singing along to the words of the song talking about love and the future, his lips brushing against your ear and sending bolts of electricity through your body. When you looked into his eyes, they were sparkling with happiness. He bent down to capture your lips in a kiss, slow and languid. Sweet and soft with a hint of a promise of what was to come. When he broke the kiss, Bucky looked like he was about to say something but your attention was pulled to something just over his shoulder. Your eyes widened and you damn near poked a hole through his chest to get him to focus on something else.

“You think he finally wisened up and asked her!?” you whispered in excitement, pulling Bucky’s attention to the other side of the dance floor where Wanda and Steve danced closely to one another, their eyes completely locked on their partner and nobody else in the room. Bucky snorted in response, the day Steve Rogers ever bucked up the courage to talk a pretty girl into dancing with him was the day that pigs would fly.

“Come on, you know it was Wanda that did that. Steve gets flustered just by being in her general vicinity,” Bucky teased, making you giggle in response. Wanda had been flirting with Steve ever since that night at Obsidian, and Steve had…tried to flirt back a number of times. But it didn’t matter how often Steve crashed and burned in his attempts with Wanda, she always found them endearing, a promise she’d made to you multiple times over the years. Wanda’s crush on Steve had only grown as the years passed, and so had Steve’s crush on Wanda. At every possible moment, you and Bucky and Sam had schemed to get the two of them more…involved. It seemed that a wedding was just the push they needed.

“Mmmm, well I hope he realizes sooner rather than later that she likes him just as much as he likes her. They look so happy together,” you sighed dreamily, resting your head on Bucky’s chest as he continued to sway the two of you to the music. 

“Hmm, and what about you, Mrs. Barnes? Are you happy?” Bucky teased, using your married name for the first time since the officiant declared it so. 

In response, you lifted your head from Bucky’s chest, a small grin growing on your lips, as you pressed them deeply to his. Only breaking the kiss long enough to whisper against his lips, “Immensely so, Mr. Barnes."

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Hungry Eyes

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Summary: Spencer is tired of hiding your relationship. 

A/N: The idea for this fic came from a lovely anon that requested a fic based on She’s So Nice by Pink Guy. I also drew inspo from Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen (strange mix, but stay with me here.) So basically, a lot of Dom!Spencer goodness. I’d like to say a huge thank you for almost 1k followers, because wow. I never imagined 5 people would actually want to read my writing. I love you all, and I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future works!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, jealousy, degradation, spitting, slapping, oral sex (male and female receiving), spanking, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex

Word Count: 5.5k

           “That is one fine piece of ass. Don’t think I could get any work done with a sweet little thing like that prancing around my precinct,” mutters yet another sleezeball detective, beady eyes trained on you like a lion might study their prospective prey. It’s moments like these that Spencer has to remind himself that patience is a virtue – that he must bite his tongue because he’s at work and that means he has to act professional. Even if those around him don’t seem capable of affording him the same luxury.

           So, it’s with a clenched jaw and all the self-restraint that he can muster that Spencer forces himself to focus on the task at hand. Because Spencer is a professional, and there are more pressing matters that demand his undivided attention. The detective could be dealt with later – in the form of a complaint to the higher ups. But for now, patience.

           Usually, this wouldn’t be a problem. Years on the job had taught Spencer to remain level headed no matter the circumstance. Usually, Spencer could tune out the locker room talk in favor of immersing himself into the case. But when it came to you, or rather, people who dared to look upon you with eyes laden with lustful intentions, Spencer had a rather short fuse.

           It happens often, and he supposes that he shouldn’t be surprised. You’d certainly turned his head the first time he was fortunate enough to lay eyes on you. He’d nearly broken his neck trying to steal another glimpse of you as you walked past him on your way to Emily’s office on your first day. No one would ever describe Spencer Reid as forward, but on that day, he was the most brazen he’d ever been.

           Throwing caution to the wind, Spencer made a split-second decision stop you and introduce himself.

           It was the best decision he would ever make.

           So, yes – he understood why the head of everyone you passed turned your way, eager to bask in your unparalleled beauty. But that didn’t mean that he had to like it. In fact, every time Spencer caught some imprudent bastard leering at you, he had to remind himself that enacting physical force on another person with no real reason could cost him his job. That, and he was above resorting to violence – or at least he was, until you came around.  

           Part of his anger was rooted in the obvious lack of respect. It didn’t matter if Spencer held your hand in his as the two of you walked down the street, or if he kissed you on the lips in the middle of a crowded restaurant. All the PDA in the world did nothing to assuage the lingering stares, and Spencer felt his sanity chip away with every passing day.

           In the beginning, keeping his relationship with you a secret from your colleagues seemed like a good enough idea. Both of you were in agreement that you didn’t want to your personal relationship to affect your professional one, so when the elevator doors opened up and the two of you stepped out into the bullpen, you both were on your best behavior. And it was okay at first – Spencer was able to put his romantic feelings aside and focus on his work, all while still being able to make eyes at you from across the room. It was the perfect arrangement.

           Until it wasn’t.

           Because it wasn’t enough that you were gorgeous – you were also the most selfless person that Spencer had ever met. Always eager to lend a hand to anyone in need – always seeing the best in everyone, regardless of if they deserve it or not. It was an admirable quality to have, and he loved you for it, but on days like today he wishes you were a little more perceptive.

           That, and he wishes you’d chosen to wear anything but the tight little skirt and low-cut top that you were currently sporting. Not that he didn’t love the way the fabric clung to your figure like it was tailor-made for you – because he did - it was just that every other male in the precinct seemed to enjoy it as much as he did. And that made Spencer’s blood boil.

           The tipping point comes when, just as Spencer is trying to hunt you down and propose a quick lunch break, he finds you engaging in conversation with the very same detective that had been spouting lewd comments about you all morning. You’re seated at the breakroom table, clutching a fresh cup of coffee in hand as you look up at the man, a polite smile upturning your lips as you listen to him drone on about how his amateur baseball team had won some stupid fucking tournament the previous weekend. He’s smiling down at you, endlessly smug and way too pleased with himself at having captured your attention.

           It makes Spencer sick.

           His reprieve comes when your eyes flit to the doorway and you flash him a breathtaking smile. It makes him warm from the inside out, and Spencer wants nothing more than to plant kiss after kiss on your lips. Unfortunately, he can’t, so he settles on returning your smile.

           “There you are,” Spencer greets as he crosses the room before coming to a stop next to you. “I was thinking we could go grab lunch.”

           “Is it really lunch time already?” you murmur as you glance down at your watch. “I guess I let the day get away from me. Detective Yarborough was just telling me about the baseball game his team won this weekend.”

           “Oh, was he now,” Spencer feigns interest as he turns to face the man.

           “Yup,” you say, completely oblivious to the uncomfortable tension. “Didn’t you tell me you played in a baseball game once?”

           This piques the interest of Yarborough and he raises an eyebrow at Spencer.

           “You play?” he asks, tone laden with disbelief.

           “Not exactly.”

           The detective merely harrumphs in response, and an uncomfortable silence falls on the room.

           Your eyes dart between the two men and your brows furrow adorably as you try to make sense of the almost palpable animosity.

           “Okay… So, lunch. Did you have anything in mind, Spence?”

           “There’s a really good pizza joint two blocks from here,” Yarborough chimes in. “I could show you, if you like.”

           He acts as if the offer extends to you both, but the way he looks only at you when he says it tells Spencer otherwise.

           “The hospitality is appreciated, but that won’t be necessary,” Spencer breezes, clipped and to the point. He’s able to see in his peripheral vision the way your eyebrows raise in shock, but he’s too busy glaring at the detective to care.

           “Uh, yeah. Thanks anyways, Detective,” you mutter confusedly as you stand.

           “Anything for a pretty lady such as yourself,” he replies. “And you can call me Trevor.”

           Spencer’s hands are clenched into fists and he has to actually bite down on his tongue to keep from doing something he’d surely regret later. You bid Trevor ado with a smile and a parting wave, and then Spencer’s ushering you out of the room and down the hall, hand placed firmly on your back. He can’t do much in regards to initiating physical contact, but he allows himself this miniscule act of PDA. The feeling of your warmth radiating through your blouse is the only thing keeping him from giving into his primal instincts. Instincts that are screaming at him to put that smarmy bastard in his place.

--

           The hours after lunch pass by rather uneventfully. You accompany Tara when she goes to interview the victim’s family, and for the first-time all-day Spencer is able to repress his frustration long enough to focus on piecing together a geographical profile. By the time you and Tara return, the sun has long since disappeared from the sky and fatigue is rolling off everyone in waves. When Emily finally announces the end of the day, she’s met with absolutely no resistance.

           Spencer immediately scans the room for you, only to frown when he sees that you’re nowhere in sight. In fact, he hasn’t set eyes on you in well over an hour, too busy wrapping up the days’ work to notice your absence until now.

           “Has anyone seen Y/N?” Spencer calls out. His question is met by several shaking heads.

           “I think she’s busy,” JJ sing-songs, eyebrows waggling suggestively. Spencer’s frown only deepens.

           “Busy?”

           JJ nods.

           “Yarborough has been chomping at the bit to ask her to dinner. My guess is he’s got her cornered somewhere.”

           Of fucking course.

           Spencer’s out of his seat and stomping through the precinct in second, oblivious to the way his coworkers exchange curious glances as he storms off.

           He finds the two of you in much the same way as before, only this time Trevor is blocking your path to the doorway, hand in the air as he moves to tuck a stray piece of your hair behind your ear.

           “– C’mon, babe. Say you’ll go to dinner with me,” Trevor croons in a way that’s supposed to come off as seductive. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

           You lean backwards in an attempt to evade his touch, and you barely get the chance to open your mouth when Spencer intervenes.

           “She’s not interested.”

           The detective whips around, snorting in annoyance when he sees Spencer standing in the doorway.

           “What are you, her fucking keeper?” Trevor sneers, before turning back to face you. “Who does this guy think he is?”

           Something in Spencer snaps, then – the same something that has been swelling inside him for months, threatening to spill over every time he had to pretend that the stares didn’t enrage him. He’s tired of pretending, tired of hiding, and so, so fucking tired of not putting assholes like Trevor Yarborough in their place.

           Fueled by months of suppressed anger, Spencer manages to cross the room in about two seconds. He has several inches on the detective, standing at an intimidating six-foot one inch in height, so when he comes to a stop right in front of the detective, he’s looming over him threateningly.

           “I’m her fucking boyfriend, and if you so much as try to touch her again, I’ll break your goddamn hand,” Spencer spits out, and he’d be lying if he said the way Trevor’s eyes widen in fear doesn’t thrill him. “Are we clear?”

           “Uh, yeah. Sorry, dude,” Trevor splutters, raising his hands in surrender. “Didn’t know she was taken. My bad.”

           Spencer tears his eyes away from the detective and takes in the way you’re watching on with an amused expression. He reaches out, and you’re quick to place your hand in his. Without speaking another word to the detective, Spencer leads you from the room and out the back entrance of the precinct.

           “What was that?” you tease, eyes glistening mischievously underneath the street lights. “I thought we agreed that we weren’t taking things public just yet?”

           Spencer crowds you against the brick wall of the building, pressing his body flush against yours. He ducks down swiftly, pulling you into a frenzied kiss. His lips drag against yours relentlessly, and all it takes is one breathy moan before he’s licking into your mouth possessively. Spencer slots his knee in between your legs, simultaneously groping at your chest with one hand as the other tangles in your hair.

           When Spencer pulls away, he doesn’t go far. His lips leave a trail of wet kisses down your neck as you writhe against him, hands clinging tightly to his dress shirt. You whimper when his teeth nip at the tender spot right under your ear, and you can’t help the way your hips cant up when Spencer’s tongue brushes against reddened skin.

           “I’m tired of pretending,” Spencer murmurs as his mouth continues to move against you, sucking purple bruises against your flesh. “Don’t fucking care about how it will affect the job. Tomorrow, everyone’s gonna know that you’re mine. Gonna mark every inch of you tonight – gonna fuck you until you can’t fucking walk.”

           “Please,” you slur as you guide Spencer’s hand down until his fingers graze the end of your skirt. Spencer chuckles darkly against your neck when his hand brushes against the soiled lace of your panties.

           “Didn’t mean I’d fuck you right here,” he laughs, prompting you to let out an impatient whine. The hand that was previously tangled in your hair slides down until it’s wrapped around your throat, and Spencer’s cock twitches eagerly in his pants when you push your throat harder into his palm. “Such a needy little slut for me. Ready and willing for me to fuck you out in the open, where anyone could walk by and see how fucking desperate you are for my cock.”

           “M’ your slut,” you pant as Spencer’s middle and index fingers ghost across your center. “Only yours, Spence. I don’t care who sees, just - please fuck me!”

           “I fucking own you,” Spencer growls against your lips as he tightens his hold on your throat. “And as much as I’d love to take you right against this wall, the things I have planned for you would elicit quite an audience. I know how loud you like to be.”

           Spencer pushes your panties to the side and you let out a low hiss as he drags a finger across where want him most. You cry out in frustration when he removes his hand to bring it up to his mouth, tongue darting out to lick his finger clean.

           “Just needed a little taste to tide me over,” Spencer murmurs, smirking devilishly at you as he steps back from you. “Let’s head back to the hotel. I’ve got lots I wanna do to you, pretty girl.”

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           As soon as the door to the hotel room clicks shut, clothes are flying off as the two of you make your way to the bed. It’s a mad dash as you both undress, and as soon as the last garment leaves your body, Spencer pounces on you. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss, and the way you immediately go pliant as Spencer’s mouth works against yours makes him hum appreciatively.

           “Don’t feel like being nice tonight. Are you gonna let me use that pretty little pussy however I want?” Spencer inquires, though he already knows the answer. He’s known how tonight would pan out ever since the first roll of your hips against his back at the police station.

           You nod fervently, hopelessly, and Spencer moves his hand up to grip your chin in his hand. The pad of his thumb traces over the swollen skin of your kiss bruised lips.

           “What about this?” he asks, tapping lightly against your lip. “Are you gonna let me fuck this slutty little mouth of yours?” Spencer slips his thumb into your mouth and you immediately close your lips around the digit, suckling lightly. Your eyes never leave his.

           “You’d do anything I asked you to, wouldn’t you, pet?” Spencer muses, pressing his thumb farther into your mouth until you gag around him. Spencer withdraws his thumb and his hand tugs hard on the hair at the back of your scalp. “Open.”

           You oblige immediately, and Spencer spits into your waiting mouth. You swallow without being instructed, and the visual of it makes Spencer let out a low groan.

           “Get on your knees,” Spencer barks out, and the way you scramble to follow his order makes him let out a chuckle. “So eager to have my cock in your mouth,” he hums as he taps his dick teasingly against your cheek. You open your mouth wide for him, and Spencer guides your mouth down onto his dick at a tantalizingly slow pace. You let out a moan as you hollow your cheeks around his head, tongue lapping greedily at the precum that gathered there before Spencer makes you take him deeper.

           “Everyone thinks you’re such an innocent little thing, but here you are, letting me use you like a cheap whore while you enjoy every minute of it,” Spencer says through gritted teeth as you moan wantonly around his cock. It isn’t until he’s halfway down your throat that your eyes begin to water, mascara running down your cheeks as he fucks into your mouth.

           Spencer lets out a choked sound when your nose brushes against the skin of his abdomen, and he has to fight the urge to throw his head back in pleasure. He doesn’t want to look away, not even for a moment. Not when you’re looking up at him like that, tears running down your face as you swallow around his length.

           He pulls you off him just the tiniest bit before he’s forcing you back down, a string of curses falling from his lips as your head bobs up and down.

           “You take my cock so well, pretty girl,” Spencer praises, prompting you to let out a muffled moan around him. The vibrations send a shock of pleasure through him and he can help the way his hips stutter. “Fuck, baby. You like it when I tell you what a perfect little whore you are, don’t you?”

           You’re unable to answer, because Spencer presses down on the back of your head until you’ve taken all of him again. The pressure he puts on you doesn’t relent, not even when you gag around him.

           “Fucking choke on it, slut,” Spencer grunts. “Don’t act like you don’t want this. You were just begging me to fuck you in an alley not twenty minutes ago, like some pathetic fucking tramp. You wanna act like a tramp, I’m gonna treat you like one.”

           Spencer’s lips curl into a debauched grin when your hands come up and grip the backs of his thighs, pulling him closer and further down your throat.

           “That’s what I fucking thought,” Spencer moans, giving several more harsh thrusts before pulling you off of him completely. Spencer reaches down to wipe at the spit that coats your lips as you look up at him with a shy smile.

           “You okay, pretty girl?” Spencer asks as he caresses the side of your face.

           “Mm,” you hum, nuzzling your face against his palm. “Keep going, please. Don’t hold back.”

           “God, I fucking love you,” Spencer sighs happily. “Get on the bed.”

           By the time Spencer fishes a tie out of his suitcase, you’re sprawled out across the bed, head resting against the pillows with your legs spread wide. Your teeth are nestled against your bottom lip as you watch him stalk towards you, eyes running up and down his naked figure appreciatively.

           Spencer crawls onto the bed until he’s settled in between your legs. You present your wrists to him, just like you’ve done a million times before, and Spencer feels that familiar thrum of excitement rush through his body. He fucking lives for moments like these – moments where all his problems melt away to nothing. Moments where he has no other thought than wrecking you, thoroughly and completely.

           Once your wrists are bound you hold them above you, and Spencer sits back on his heels, eyes raking up and down every inch of you.

           “M’ so fucking lucky to be the only one who gets to see you like this.”

           Spencer pinches your right nipple in between his fingers and you let out a squeak, hips bucking up, desperate for some friction. He kneads your breast in his hand as he lowers his mouth to the other one, tongue laving around you. A light nip from his teeth is all that it takes for you to cry out, eyelids fluttering closed.

           “Spence, please. Need you to touch me now, pl-”

           Spencer’s hand connecting with your cheek stops you from finishing your sentence.

           “Do not tell me what to do,” Spencer seethes, once again gripping your chin to keep you from looking away. “Ungrateful slut. I should just leave you here, fucking dripping and desperate for a release that you won’t get. Maybe then you’d learn to take what’s given to you.”

           “Please, no! I’ll be good, I swear. I’m sorry!”

           Spencer narrows his eyes at you, contemplative.

           “Open.”

           You do as he says, and without another word Spencer inserts two fingers into your mouth, pressing down hard on your tongue.

           “Get them nice and wet, and maybe I’ll think about using them on you.”

           You do as he tells you, and by the time Spencer removes his fingers from your mouth, you’re trembling underneath him from anticipation.

           “D-Did I do good?” you stutter out, batting your lashes at him as you squirm under his gaze.

           “So good, baby. I think you’ve earned my fingers,” Spencer hums. “Need you to be still, okay? You’re not gonna like what happens if you try to move.”

           You nod enthusiastically, eyes fluttering shut when his fingers brush across your clit. Spencer spends ample time rubbing deliciously slow circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves, relishing in every gasp and whimper that falls from your lips. Lips that he’d very much like to kiss, so he does, and you’re more than happy to reciprocate. Spencer lets out a happy sigh into your mouth.

           You get lost in the kiss, so lost in the way that Spencer licks into your mouth that it catches you completely off guard when he slides two fingers into you.

           “Oh, God,” you moan when Spencer curls his fingers against your walls, fucking them in and out of you, slow and unrelenting.

           “S’that feel good, princess?” Spencer asks, a teasing lilt to his voice. “Tell me how it feels.”

           Your head falls back against the pillows as you struggle to keep your hips firmly placed on the mattress.

           “Feels amazing, Spence. Always feels so good with you. Never want anyone else, only you.”

           And fuck, if that sentiment doesn’t shoot straight to his heart - amongst other places. Spencer places a tender kiss to your cheek before he’s moving down to your neck and sucking a bruise right under your jaw.

           “Yeah?” Spencer prompts. “Not even that stupid fucking detective? I’m sure he’d love a chance to see you like this.”

           “So, you were jealous,” you chuckle between moans, and Spencer bites down hard where your neck meets your shoulder.

           “F-Fuck, Spencer!”

           “Should I be jealous?” Spencer speeds up the onslaught of his fingers, scissoring them at such an unforgiving pace that you can’t help but roll your hips against them.

           You regret this instantly, because Spencer’s fingers immediately pull out of you, leaving you empty and cold. Spencer tuts, shaking his head disappointedly.

           “Dumb little whore can’t even sit still long enough to cum on my fingers.”

           “Please, let me try again. I’ll do better, I promise!”

           Spencer shakes his head and scoots up until his back is rested against the pillows.

           “C’mere,” he commands. “Lay across my lap. Or can you not follow simple commands?”

           “I-I can,” you whisper as you crawl across him, splaying out so that you rest on your elbows with your ass in the air.

           Spencer grabs a handful of your ass and kneads it in his hands.

           “How many do you think you deserve?”

           You blush and smile shyly at him from over your shoulder.

           “However many you want to give me. I can take it.”

           Spencer returns your smile.

           “Good answer. I think you can handle fifteen. How does that sound?”

           “Sounds perfect. T-Thank you, Spencer,” you mumble, cheeks burning red. Spencer continues to caress the tender skin of your bare ass, admiring the way the skin is completely blank; the perfect canvas.

           You let out a whimper when his hand comes down hard on your ass before kneading the sensitive, reddening skin.

           “T-Thank you,” you gasp out, and Spencer is quick to follow up with another strike against the opposite cheek.

           It goes on like this until it’s time for the fifteenth strike, and by then you’ve devolved into garbled whines, ass bright red and marked up with the imprint of Spencer’s hands. His dick is painfully hard underneath you, and you’re in a similar state – arousal dripping onto Spencer’s thigh, coating it.

           “Last one, baby. Do you think you can handle it?”

          “Y-Yes,” you choke out. “Please, I need it. Hurt me, please.”

           The desperation in your voice does things to him, makes him practically feral with the need to fucking tear you apart, and Spencer is quick to deliver the final blow. You barely even have it in you to cry out anymore – a feeble sob is all that falls from your lips.

          Spencer’s hand ghosts down across your bruised skin until his fingertips trace over where you drip for him.

          “You like it when I punish you, don’t you, dirty girl?” Spencer hums as his fingers glide over your soaked folds. 

          “Y-Yes,” you mewl, shifting so that your cunt grinds back onto his hand. Spencer indulges you - allows you to rock your hips against his palm as he watches on in awe, soaking up every desperate sound that tumbles past your lips. 

          Spencer pulls his hand away after a moment and you keen in protest.

           “Can you sit up for me, sweet girl?” Spencer asks, and you nod, because of course you do – you’d do anything if you thought it’d please him. You struggle to pull yourself up with shaky limbs, and Spencer puts a hand on your lower back to steady you. “Can you straddle my leg? Yeah, just like that.” Spencer pulls you down and places a slow kiss to your lips, one hand coming up to wipe away the tears gliding down your face. After a moment of slow, sweet kisses are shared, Spencer unties your wrists.

           “I want you to ride my thigh – can you do that, princess?”

           You whimper as you lower yourself down onto his leg, eyes fluttering shut as you begin to rock against the hardened muscle of his leg.

           Spencer continues placing kisses on your lips, your face, your neck – worshipping every inch of skin he can reach with his mouth, all while whispering praises against you.

           “So perfect for me. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs as he grips your hips with steady hands, urging you to increase the speed of your hips. “Can’t wait to have that perfect pussy wrapped around my cock. Always so tight, yet you take it so well every time.”

           “S-Spence, m’ close,” you slur, hands clinging desperately to his shoulders.

           “Already? You usually last a bit longer than that, baby.”

           “P-Please, Spencer, I can’t-” you whimper, tears once again pricking at the corners of your eyes at the thought of having to wait a second longer.

           “Shh, baby. It’s okay, you can cum,” Spencer reassures you, and your shoulders visibly untense. “Cum for me, pretty girl.”

           It takes two more rolls of your hips for you to cum on Spencer’s thigh with a cry of his name. Spencer rubs soothing circles into your hips as you ride out your high, murmuring broken thank yous as you come down.

           Finally, you still, and your eyes open, pupils so dilated that your eyes look almost black in the dim light of the hotel room.

          “You okay, princess?”

           You give a weak nod.

           “M’great,” you smile, sounding as fucked out as he’s ever heard you. You lean down and slot your mouth against his, and the kiss is slow and languid – soft and unhurried.

            Spencer is the first to pull away.

           “Need you to get on all fours for me,” he instructs. “Don’t think you need to put any pressure on that pretty little ass of yours right now.”

           You giggle at that, before crawling off of Spencer’s lap. You assume the position, and Spencer places a pillow underneath your hips before trailing a line of kisses down your spine. By the time he reaches your ass, you’re writing against him, wiggling your hips eagerly. Spencer places a kiss to both of your bruised cheeks before pulling away.

           You let out a startled oh! when Spencer licks up your center, parting you with his fingers before fucking in and out of you with his tongue.

           “S-Spence, oh my God, yes!” you cry out, hands fisting in the sheets as he continues to work his mouth against your core.

           “Love your fucking pussy so much,” Spencer sighs against you, lapping at your clit hungrily. “Could fucking lick you out for hours. You taste so perfect, Y/N.”

            Spencer lets out a filthy groan against you, and that’s all it takes for you to fall over the edge, wrecked moans filling the otherwise silent hotel room. This orgasm hits you both quicker and harder than the first, and he can’t help but smile against you as you rock back against his face, desperate to prolong the sensation. Spencer continues to work you through your orgasm, stopping only when you cease to twitch underneath him.

           “Such a good girl for me. Think you can handle one more?”

            You raise up just enough that you can look at him from over your shoulder.

           “Yes, please,” you beg, voice scratchy and raw. “Please, fuck me.”

           “Yes, ma’am,” Spencer chuckles. “Do you think you can lay on your back? I wanna see that pretty face when I make you cum on my cock.”

           You answer by rolling over, wincing slightly when your ass comes in contact with the sheets. You look up at Spencer with wide, doe eyes. You have mascara smeared all down your cheeks and your lips are swollen, and to top it all off, deep, purple love bites are dusted across the entire expanse of your neck and chest. Spencer had set out to mark you as his – so that no one would be able to deny that you belonged to him – and he’d done a spectacular job, if he said so himself.

           “God, you’re so fucking pretty.”

           “Then come fuck me already,” you challenge, looking sated in every possible way – yet still, your eyes hold the same hunger that he’s sure is reflected in his own eyes.

           Spencer leans down and traps your lips in a bruising kiss, and without warning he thrusts in you to the hilt. You cry out into the kiss, startled by the sudden intrusion, but Spencer sets a brutal pace that leaves you no time to recover.

           “You said you wanted me to fuck you,” he growls against your lips. “Now fucking take it.”

           He’s fucking into you so hard that you can’t even manage a reply – you just tighten your legs around his waist and drag your nails across the expanse of his back, no doubt leaving bright red marks in your wake. Spencer can feel his own release fast approaching – honestly, he’s been close ever since the first drag of his tongue against your pussy. And now that he’s finally enveloped into your tight, wet heat, that all too familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach is threatening to consume him.

           Spencer’s hand descends from its place next to your head down to your clit, and your whole body jolts with the first swipe of his thumb. You clench around him as a litany of particularly filthy utterances escapes you, and Spencer’s hips stutter.

           “Fuck, princess,” he groans, head coming to rest on your shoulder as he struggles to regain his rhythm. “You don’t even know what you do to me. You’ve ruined me for anyone else. Never fucking want to lose you. Love you so much.”

           “I love you, I love you, I love you,” you chant into his ear, sounding like some kind of siren, luring him straight to his inevitable ruination. “I’m so close, Spence. Cum with me, please? I want to feel you. Please, baby.”

           “Y-Yeah, fuck,” Spencer chokes out. “Say my name when you cum, princess. Want everyone to know how good I fuck you.”

           And when you cum with a shout of his name, walls pulsating deliciously around his cock, Spencer is quick to join you. He continues to roll his hips against yours as you both ride it out, whispers of almost intelligible affirmations being shared between slow, loving kisses.

           After a moment of post-orgasm bliss, Spencer leaves and returns with a bottle of cocoa butter lotion and a warm, wet rag. You watch on with heavy lidded eyes as he cleans you up, and for a moment, he thinks you’ve fallen asleep. It’s not until he finishes slathering your reddened backside with lotion that you speak again.

           “You shouldn’t be jealous, by the way,” you murmur as he lays down beside you. “You’re it for me, Spencer Reid. I don’t ever want you to doubt that I’m anything less than crazy about you.”

           It’s everything that Spencer’s ever wanted to hear, and just like that, every fear – every insecurity that had plagued him in the past several months – fell away to nothing. Suddenly, he couldn’t remember why he’d ever been worried in the first place.

           “You’re it for me, too,” Spencer whispers as he pulls you until his arms and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.

           “We’re going to have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow, you know,” you remark as you nuzzle into Spencer’s side.

           “Don’t care,” he sighs happily. “I’ll shout it from the roof tops if I have to. I want everyone to know you’re my girl.”

           “You’re a sap, Doctor Reid.”

           “Only for you.”

           A moment of blissful silence passes, before the sound of your growling stomach sets you both into a fit of giggles.

           “We never did get dinner, did we?” Spencer muses as he lightly runs his fingernails across your scalp. You hum appreciatively and a pleased shiver rolls through you.

           “Nope. You were a little too preoccupied with marking your territory to even offer to feed me,” you tease as you run your fingertips down the planes of his chest.

           “Well, now that that’s been taken care of - could I interest you in some takeout?”

          “Possibly,” you sigh, flattening your palm on his chest, right over his heart. “Do you think that pizza place Trevor mentioned delivers?”

          “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”

          “Is that a no?”

          “... Look up the number.”

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‘Home’- Zuko x fem!reader

Masterlist <3

An: GOOD DAY FRIENDS.

So let’s pretend I didn’t accidentally not post for almost a month. Haha. IM SORRY. Anyways, I literally can't thank you all enough for all the love and support you’ve given me - I’m very grateful. Without further ado, enjoy this lil story.

Summary:

Request is here , I’m doing the 2nd one. :)

Warnings: Never written enemies to lovers so uh, bear with me, angst, fluff, yelling, blood.

“Have you heard about the new tea shop?”

“Oh my god yes, I’ve been dying to pay them a visit!”

“I heard their tea actually compares to that of the Jasmine dragon!” another customer chimed in.

Zuko was cleaning a nearby table and overheard their conversation. No one is allowed to make his uncle seem like an inferior tea maker, he would have to tell Iroh about what he heard, they needed to take that shop out of the picture!

“Thank you, have a nice day!” a stranger called out, leaving the Cafe.

The undercover firebender locked the doors, signifying the end of the day, and turned to his uncle, who was sweeping the floors.

“Uncle,”

“Yes prince Zuko,”

“I heard people talking about the tea shop across the street, and how it compares with ours.” he frowned, eyeing the dim shop.

“Ah looks like we’ve got competition.” Uncle Iroh smiled, “How about we go see what it’s all about.”

Zuko gave him the most appalled look he could muster.

Somehow, they ended up here.

“Hi! Welcome to Fire’s breath, my name’s Lee and I’ll be your waiter for today, how can I help you?”

“Table for two please!” Iroh smiled.

“Alrighty, please follow me!” The waiter said, he looked to be around Zuko’s age.

The gentlemen followed Lee to a corner table and sat down, browsing the menu.

“Okay, just call me over once you're ready to order.” and with that, Lee left.

“Wow! Look at all the choices!”

Whilst the retired general browsed the aesthetically pleasing menu, Zuko eyed their waiter suspiciously. Lee walked up to a girl, whispering something to her whilst side eyeing their table. The lady had a confused expression adorning her face as she listened to what can only be assumed was about them. Once he moved away, he nodded to her before walking away, leaving her standing in the middle of the shop, confused.

She shook her head, as if to shake the thought, and flattened her uniform. Said lady looked at Zuko, possibly because of his staring, and he quickly averted his gaze back to the table.

“What a pretty girl!”

“Uncle!” Zuko whisper-shouted, “I think she’s onto us.”

Iroh let out a belly laugh, and waved his hand at Lee.

“Hey guys! Ready to order?” he said, as he clicked his pen and got ready to write on a small notepad.

“Yes, I’ll have the Ginseng tea, and a sugar cookie,”

“Great choices sir! And for you?” Lee said, looking at Zuko.

“Oh I uh don’t want anything,”

“You sure? We have all kinds of great things!”

“I said no.”

“Very well, I’ll be back with your order soon.”

--

About 5 minutes later, Iroh’s food was brought to the table, and he immediately dug in.

“Mmm, this tea IS good! And this sugar cookie is just the right amount of sweet!”

Zuko scoffed and looked around, the decoration was so warm. It felt so cozy and homely, but he didn’t like it. Yeah he hated it! He hated how it smelt of fresh treats, he hated how there was a soft ambience of a fire place in the background, and he definitely hated how the waiters seemed to genuinely smile, and he despised how he couldn’t get his eyes off of that damn lady anytime she came around. What an awful shop!

After Iroh had eaten, the mysterious lady came up to them.

“Hiya! I’m Yn, I’m just here to ask, do you two gentlemen mind filling out a survey? We’re currently trying to improve and feedback is greatly appreciated. If you don’t feel like it, that’s perfectly fine too!” Zuko couldn’t help but stare, and Iroh noticed. He let out a chuckle, causing Zuko to look away, an angry blush rising to his cheeks. Yn smiled slightly at the scene.

“We’d be happy to!”

“Perfect! Thank you so much, sir.” She placed a paper on the table, as well as a red inked pen that had a dragon looping it and breathing fire. On said fire it said ‘Fire’s breath’.

“Tacky” Zuko thought.

“Wow look at this pen!” Iroh exclaimed, once the lady left.

The younger of the two mentally facepalmed.

Iroh skimmed through the paper, filling it out.

Once he was done, he opened up the bill and took out 12 coins; 4 for the tea, 5 for the cookie and 3 as a tip. He placed 9 in the envelope, and 3 on it. Lee came over to their table and took the envelope, tip and the survey.

“You forgot the pen,”

“Oh no, you guys just get to keep that.”

The waiter thought it was adorable how Iroh’s face lit up.

--

“Well that was surely an experience!” Iroh said happily.

“It was okay.”

“Really? Because it seemed that Yn really seemed to capture your attention?”

“UNCLE!”

--

“So they are the people from The Jasmine Dragon.” Yn hummed thoughtfully.

“Told ya so!”

She peered out of the large window, and into the rivaling shop, the old man seemed to be laughing, meanwhile the younger one seemed agitated. I mean, he didn’t seem all that happy being here after all.

“They left a good review at least.”

“Huh?- oh yeah.”

--

For the next few weeks, Zuko made it his priority to annoy Yn, glaring at her, scoffing, rolling his eyes, and never returning her greetings.

Although, she never seemed to crack.

That was until Jet made his appearance.

Fire’s Breath was operating as usual, while the fight broke out across the street.

Yn rushed towards the window at the front of the shop, watching as she cleaned her hands on a towel. A gasp escaped her lips, as one of the boys crashed through her window, before being arrested by the Dai Lee, and the guy who pushed him stood with wide eyes in front of the scene.

Yn first rushed over to her customers, helping them up, thankfully no one was injured.

Next, she stormed over to Zuko, her jaw clenched tight. She signaled to the empty street, telling him to follow her so if things got loud, they wouldn’t get arrested.

Once they got to a quieter area, things escalated quickly.

“I hope you’re planning to pay repairs, idiot.”

“ME? How is this my fault? He started the fight!”

“And you launched him through my window!”

“It’s JUST a WINDOW,”

“THAT YOU WILL PAY FOR!”

“NO,”

“YOUR INSUFFERABLE,”

This went on for about half an hour, before they both stormed off to their respective places.

Things were about to go south.

--

Days passed, the teens giving each other death stares and eye rolls as if there was no tomorrow. (Iroh ended up paying for window repairs, despite Zuko’s disapproval)

Eventually the dirty looks became untrue, and her glares became endearing in a weird, twisted way. Zuko found himself looking forward to their encounters, although he wasn’t entirely sure why - the firebender decided to keep it to himself as this way, he doesn’t have to deal with his Uncle’s peculiar proverbs.

--

(time skip because I AM NOT writing about him joining the gAang. Yeah.)

--

Sokka and Zuko stayed late by the fire, chatting about anything and everything.

“When the war’s over, where do you plan on going?” the water tribe member asked, staring into the fire.

“I don’t know, maybe Ba Sing Se.”

“Huh? That wretched place? Why?”

“I wanted to see my uncle’s tea shop again,”

“Your uncle has a tea shop????”

--

What once was, is now lost. The problem and his uncle stopped showing, stopped annoying her. The customers flowed into her shop, the rivals being brought down. But it didn’t feel right. Yn had grown accustomed to bullying the teenager, and now there loomed an emptiness behind her eyes - reaching for her ‘normal’.

Although she didn’t feel like seeing him again - after all, he was her rival.

Or atleast, that’s what she told her yearning heart.

--

(Post war, they go to the Jasmine dragon)

--

The gaang sat in the warm store, chatting away at their heart's desires. Zuko caught sight of his uncle smiling widely at the door, before a bell chimed.

There she was, Yn, looking gorgeous as ever.

She hugged the old man, asking him where he had been, and what he’d been up to.

Sokka noticed Zuko’s eyes on the girl, quickly piecing the puzzle.

“Why are you staring at her?” he whispered.

“What!? I’m nOT!”

“She is so pretty!! Go say hi!!” Suki nudged him.

“Absolutely not.”

“C’monnn”

The chat brought the attention of the rest of the group, causing the firelord’s crush to be exposed to the rest of his friends.

After she had returned to her shop, they decided to drag him there - shoving him into the store.

Lee walked up to them, an annoyed look on his face.

“What? Here to smash a window again? Or perhaps to argue with Yn?”

Katara, Aang, and Sokka stared in shock, meanwhile Zuko gulped.

“Is this an inside joke?” Sokka whispered.

This was going to be difficult.

--

Iroh walked into the shop shortly after, earning him smiles from the staff.

Then, Yn walked out, folding up her sleeves as she spoke to Lee.

“This is familiar.” The fire bender thought, recalling the first time they came here.

Lee rolled his eyes before sighing, walking to another table.

Iroh and the gang were all seated at table 7, Zuko keeping his face practically inside the menu.

“Huh? The Menu changed.” he thought.

“Hiya! I’m Yn, I’ll be your waitress for now,” she beamed.

Zuko almost choked at hearing her voice.

“Can you tell me more about the special please?” Sokka stroked his chin, thoughtfully.

“Yeah of course sir.”

Although mid talking, she noticed Zuko, and he noticed her eyes widening - before a smile played on her lips, causing him to subconsciously smile too.

“How cute,” Suki whispered.

--

As she closed her shop, she noticed Zuko walking back to his - covered in small bits of blood, and wounds.

“Lee?”

He immediately perked up, and turned towards her.

She took his hand quickly and led him into the safety of her shop, seating him in her room. “What?”

Zuko sat on her bed, confused as he watched her pace around the room - picking up medical equipment as she did so. Yn then walked over to him, eyes swimming with worry as she cupped his cheek.

“What happened?” she whispered.

His breath hitched - everything about this moment screamed ‘kiss her’; the lighting, the closeness, the situation - everything.

Yet Zuko couldn’t bring himself to tell her yet.

Yn sighed, and brought out some bandages, carefully taking ZUko’s hand and beginning to wrap it.

“You know, your uncle told me,”

The firebender’s eyes flashed to her face worriedly.

“About you being a firebender and all,” she motioned with her hand.

She looked up to his face, sensing the worry. Smiling softly, she grabbed a damp towel and began wiping the blood off of his face. He watched her intently.

She reached his lip, carefully wiping it, before Zuko leaned in.

His wounded lips brushed hers, asking the unspoken question.

To which she responded by slotting her lips against his. Zuko’s arms trailed her body, resting at her hips - whilst her hands were cupping his cheeks. His senses were flooded by Yn, and Yn only. Scents of bread and vanilla mixed in the air, as well as the subtle fumes of ashes from him.

They were opposites, but my do opposites attract.

They both got up, and he pushed her towards the wall, deepening the kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck, tangling in the mess of black locks.

He wished this moment could last forever.

They both pulled apart, gasping for air.

Zuko looked at her, smiling.

She rested her forehead against his, and cupped his cheeks again.

“If you leave me again, I’m going to muder you in cold blood,” she smiled

Zuko laughed, he was finally home.

Home.

An: This took so long to write, omg. also,,,, GUYS PLEASE REQUEST SOMETHING! >:(

As always, hope you enjoyed this story, SEE YA! <3

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skz reaction to you being needy

(with scenarios)

genre : suggestive ,, fluff uwu

warning : use of petnames , suggestive , slight dry humping, slight make out? , playful behaviour teasing , whiny reader, shy reader (depends in some)

❁ reactions with scenarios

❁ A/N : I feel like some are out of context , but I hope you’ll like it tho ,, please don’t mind the many mistakes :(

❁ Feedbacks are very welcomed ♡ let me know which one is your fav :)

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• Chan : I think my boy will find it a bit funny and cute at the same time,, at the way you’re whining and all. He’ll of course help you ;) (the loml) ♡

You were sat on the couch staring at your husband working. His beautiful fingers typing on the keyboard of his laptop rapidly. His bottom lip caughed between his teeth, his eyebrows furrowed, totally immersed into whatever he was doing. He was so handsome you couldn't resist him. When he tapped his finger on his kissable plump lips it was the last straw. You got up from your spot walking to him. He looked up smiling at you "hi baby" , you put your hands on his shoulders straddling him. Chan's hands instinctively came to your hips. You buried your head in the crook of his neck starting sucking lightly on the sensitive skin. Chan groaned caressing your sides "what's up babygirl?" he chuckled when he felt your hands on his belt trying to unbuckle it quickly. "I need you" you whined. He cupped your cheek softly "Can I finish-" you pouted playing with the collar of his black shirt "please Chan" you whined again, fingers toying with the bottons already unbuttoning them " I really really need you" you bite your lip grinding on his crotch , looking at his veiny hands "right. now" imagining how they would look all over your bare skin . "pleaseee" you pleaded desperately as you gripped on his bicep. Chan looked at you quiet surprise at how needy you were. It was kind of funny how you acted but you were just so cute sitting on him, all whiny for him. He sighed before getting up with you in his arms "ok babygirl , you asked for it. Everything for my princess" he smirked before kissing you walking to your bedroom. This night was a busy one ;)

( I’m a sucker for husband Chan sorry )

• Lee Know : I think Minho will tease you asf. He will make you needier and beg for him , evil boy #1  ♡

You were in the kitchen trying to find something to eat until Minho entered the living room and sat on the couch. Just his presence can intimidated you. He does the bare minimum and can turn you on easily. Minho was bouncing his leg unconsciously as he was on the phone talking with Jisung. Your legs turned into jelly as you gripped on the kitchen counter to steady yourself. Boy just breathing and you're weak. His thighs were your weakness, they were so muscular , firm just .. wow. He suddenly looked at you smilling , you stopped breathing for a moment before smilling back. Lord why I am like this ? you thought. He kept on doing that for minutes and it drove you crazy . You moaned unintentionally as you thought of riding his thighs. " ok I'm done" you muttered to yourself desperately. You walked over to him sitting on one of his well-built thigh. He looked at you confused before smirking when he realized that you were horny. The pressure of his strong muscle against your throbbing clit made you whimper. Minho hung up and rested his body back on the couch "is my kitten horny?" he said teasingly. You nodded shyly looking away embarrassed. He laughed turning your flustered face to look at him. Glancing at your position on his thigh, he smirked "do I turn you on baby? Do my thighs make you horny?" he whispered playfully. No answer. Minho bounced his leg making you lose your balance and fell onto his chest. "tell me what you want? want to ride my thigh kitten?" he bite your earlobe. A weak "yes" left your throat as hummed, his hands behind his head. "beg for it" he said before bouncing his leg again. You moaned the pleasure and your needs getting unbearable. "p-please Minho". He smiled mischievously "c'mon baby, tell me. Tell me you want to ride my thigh . Say it hm . Beg for it" he purred looking down at your needy figure "please I need you.. I want t-to ride your thigh" he laughed flexing his muscle when you sobbed quietly. "I didn't hear you. Can you repeat my dear?" teasing dripping from his tongue.

• Changbin : He’ll get a bit needy and shy shy shy . Just by the way you whine , makes him whine too ( ugh binnie’s whines tho <3 ) ,, he won’t tease you at all ( uwu my baby ♡ )

You and Changbin were coming back home from a little walk at the park,, when you entered your living room you tripped over Changbin's bag that was on the floor. Changbin immediately ran to you, helping you standing up, one of your hand went to his shoulder the other one grabbed his bicep. The way it flexed under your palm when he helped you up made you froze on your spot . "y/n you're ok?" he asked caressing your hair. "baby are you ok?" he asked again cupping your cheeks. You squeezed his bicep eyes focused on the hard muscle "your.. you're .. I mean" you stammered. His arms were so big , so muscular.. you knew it already but you never really focused on them. You just wanted to touch them and grip on them like when you- "Binnie , I want you" you suddenly whined. Changbin released a breath he didn’t know he was holding "your- you look so good" you whispered shyly. His heart stopped, the compliment turning his cheeks red. How can something so "normal" affect you this way? Were you crazy? "babe" you whined pulling him by his shirt. Changbin whined as you played with the hem of it. "I need you" you pouted grabbing his hands putting them on your waist craving to feel his hands on your body " shit I need you too" he whined throwing his head back. "C'mere baby" he tapped your thigh signalling you to jump. You eyes didn't miss the way his shirt hugged his bicep tighter. Changbin whined again "stop looking at my arms" he hid his face into the crook of your neck leaving little pecks on the soft skin.

• Hyunjin : Like Minho , he will tease you. But not as much as him. I think he’d be surprised . He’ll smirk and chuckle at you , before giving you the attention you’re craving for ♡

Hyunjin ran his long fingers into his soft locks pushing them back , tying them. He bite his plump lip concentrated while doing so. He's so hot. Just by tying his long black hair. yes. His hair looked so beautiful , soft as silk.. you just wanted to play with them , caress them feeling the texture.. pull on them. You spaced out, many thoughts running through your mind.. your eyes started cascading to his beautiful lips imagining biting on them , then to his neck marked with hickeys , then his collarbones , eyes travelling down his muscular thighs.. he was just so perfect. Your mouth ajar, you could had swore you were drooling over him . Hyunjin snapped his fingers in front of your face pushing you out of your "interesting" thoughts "hey pretty one, did you hear me?" you shaked your head. "well I asked what ya’ want to watch?" how can someone be so pretty? His eyes , his nose , his cheek, his mole under his eye (...) "ok” He sighed "hello .. y/n. You spaced out again? What’s going on? What are you daydreaming about? Is something wrong? tell me baby" he said concerned. " I want you" you trailed off . "huh?" he asked taken aback not sure about what you say . "you heard me Hyunjin" you whined looking away. "say it again princess" he smilled teasingly "I want you" you breathed out. He chuckled " hm that's why you weren't listening to me huh . You were having weird thoughts about me" he smirked playfully "weird thoughts? what? shut up" you slapped his arm before pushing stands of hair out of his face. "Come here" Hyunjin pulled you closer by your waist as he bent down to kiss you slowly his hand cupping your cheek the other one resting on your thigh. Your hand flew to his silky hair, pulling at them slightly making him moan.

• Jisung : Boy will get a bit cheesy because he knows he is the reason why you’re needy? Will tease you a bit. He’ll be all over you the second after ♡

Han was talking with Chan and Changbin about the new song they were working on. He was sitting on the desk, one hand holding his ice americano the other one resting on his thigh. You couldn't looked away, he was just so cool today. His red beat headphone hanging around his neck, his red supreme headband, his not-so-oversized black hoodie, black ripped jean.. e-boy Jisung was your weakness ( everyone's weakness). “I think it can work" Chan announced as Changbin nodded. "Ok then, I’ll do that and we’ll see about it tomorrow" Jisung replied. Chan and Changbin waved at you before walking out the studio. Jisung stretched his arms , arching his sore back due to the way he stayed for minutes. Was he doing it on purpose you thought. Because damn the way he threw his head back made you gulped. He looked at you coming in your direction, crouching in front of you " I’ll have to stay a bit longer, if you wanna go home to-" — "no no , I’ll stay with you" you replied right away making him chuckle. “As you wish sweetheart" he kissed your lips softly making you whimper closing your eyes shut. That was so embarrassing , you just wanted to disappear engulfed into the couch as Jisung looked up at you his eyes wide open. "baby" he started resting his hands on your thighs . You bite your lips, breathing a bit heavily, just feeling his hands on your skin turned you on , how was this possible? He got the hint laughing at you "what’s so funny ugly frog?" you rolled your eyes. "are you.. horny?" his beautiful teeth making their appearance . "no! I’m not... you just look good today.. that’s all" you sighed looking at his fingers drawing little patterns on your thigh. You saying that boosted his ego “so .. I’m so hot it turns you on huh?" you glared at him . You stayed silent making him smirk knowing he was right "aw baby" he purred hand caressing your arm slowly. This bitch was teasing . " let your handsome and sexy boyfriend take care of you" he said before getting up taking your hands in the process to make you stand up too . He pushed you closer to him by your waist, kissing your cheek "are you always turn-on when I’m with you?" Jisung smirked his lips ghosting over yours "shut up idiot". He smiled kissing you passionately, his kisses travelling to your neck making you moan . “You must feel lucky to have such a good-looking boyfriend huh?" He muttered against your skin "oh fuck off" you pushed him away ready to leave, cheeks burning . "Don’t be like that, I’m kidding . Come here love" he hugged you, his hand finding its place on your lower back. "Let me make it up to you". Jisung whispered playing with the hem of your hoodie.

• Felix : Lixie , Sunshine , will somehow find you cute and will do anything to help you ( my cute baby <3 ) ,, He’ll give you so much love uwu ♡

Felix was baking, his delicious brownies smelling heavenly. He was so breathtaking as you admire him from your sit. A bit of chocolate on his cheek, flour on his chin .. he looked so hot yet adorable. You smiled like an idiot at your boyfriend. One of the spoon fell on the floor so you rushed to pick it up and put in the sink. "thanks baby" he said kissing your cheek. He blessed you with one of his precious smiles, eyes forming little crescents. His small hand went to grab a dishcloth, his fingers adorned with rings made you feel some type of ways. Your eyes stayed glued on them- "want to taste one?" he asked "t-taste what?" you gulped "one of the brownies?" He looked at your flustered face. "Of course!” you replied excited. Even if you were mesmerized by his fingers, his brownies were something you can’t get enough. You were practically drooling just by looking at them. Felix chuckled before grabbing one to feed you. You opened your mouth before biting on it, your lips grazing around his finger. Your cheeks started heating up "sooooo?" he asked excited. "de-li-cious!! Like always" you hummed. He smiled proudly "thank you baby”. He turned back to the brownies putting some in a box for Changbin. his hands.his fingers.his hands.his fingers.. Felix took one of the brownies to eat. When he turned to you again, you laughed "what?what is it?" he asked confused before laughing with you. "You've got chocolate on your nose and lips" you smiled before laughing again. First of all , how is it possible to eat brownies and get chocolate on your nose? anyway , he was so cute. He laughed before coming to you "clean it for me?" he said cutely resting his flour-covered-hands on your waist. You were about to grab a napkin to wipe the chocolate off his lips , when he bent down. Felix just wanted to be closer so you can wipe it easily but you got a different message . You stopped moving, not knowing what to do, his lips looked so kissable , soft and right now so sweet. And his pretty hands on your waist - lord he is your weakness. Without thinking , you attached your lips to his, surprising him, tasting the chocolate as you lightly suck on it. You moaned into the kiss. You pulled him closer trying to feel his body on yours, one hand cupping his cheek the other one fingers tangled in his hair. You were on fire, you just wanted him. Wanted to feel his lips, his touches all over your body, the cold rings on your skin making goosebumps raise on your skin.. that's what you wanted. You wanted all of him. Felix embraced you into his arms, arms hugging you tightly. You pulled away to catch your breath admiring his little freckles as he smiled at you. Your cheeks started heating up when you realized your bold action, but it wasn't your fault. He was just so tempting. " I want you" you whispered looking down embarrassed "you have me" he whispered back as he caress your hair gently. "like.. you know.." you trailed out "I know honey" he kissed your temple, you were too cute for him right now, his heart flustered "c'mere, let me love you" he sweetly said before hugging you, enveloping your lips into a loving kiss.

• Seungmin : He will make you wait for a long time . Acts like he’s not affected by you , evil boy #2 ♡

Seungmin was practicing his vocal, his singing was so good. Everytime he sings, it felt like you’re listening to an angel. He was so cute, his hair messy, casual clothes on .. he looked so fluffy you just wanted to hug him. You didn't know what happened but when you heard his deep voice.. you stopped breathing. What? Seungmin wanted to change a bit to see and try to sing in a deeper voice. You'd never heard that sound before but you wanted , needed to hear it again. You stared at him fascinated , you probably looked weird and dumb but yea. He furrowed his eyebrows reading the lyrics again and again. When he started singing again and his voice got deeper, your mouth fell open, throat getting dry.. that was so hot. You ears just had one of the best eargasm they ever had (lmao). You released the breath you were holding heavily , getting his attention "so? what do you think? It’s not deeper than Felix’s but i tried" he joked. "you sounded so fucking hot" you said out loud without thinking. Seungmin eyes widened, surprised by your bold comment. "I mean no- no yes hm I meant it was great .. yea it was great!" You tried not to be awkward but guess you failed . He laughed loudly when he looked at you embarrassed face. Why? So much hate tf . Well, hearing his deep voice sent butterflies into your lower stomach.. it affected you so much that just thinking about it made you whimpered. Thinking about hearing those sounds again when you guys are- *wink wink* . You stayed quiet for a moment feeling the wetness starting forming down there when he wrote some note on his sheets. Seungmin noticed the way you were rubbing your thighs and playing with your fingers. He just smirked “you good there baby?" He asked teasingly. You knew he was doing this on purpose. You got up to come sit next to him, hand resting on his thigh as you started leaving little kisses on his shoulder. Seungmin didn’t move, acting like you weren’t there. Even when you started stroking his thigh, he stayed still. “Minnie” you whined “ I need you please” he looked at you unbothered “I’m working sorry” — “but-are you serious?” You asked a bit annoyed when he smirked “no. Now let me work baby. Thank you” he said . Seungmin put a pillow over his lap and rest his sheet on it, hiding his hard-on. He decided to acted like he wasn’t affected by your needy state and make you more desperate.

• Jeongin : cute boy <3 . He’ll be soft for you. He’ll get needy too. Will take care of you ( my babyyy ) ♡

You were standing in front of your big closet, searching for one of your husband’s hoodie to sleep in (that's so fucking cute help). When you came out of the bathroom, you were meet with one of the prettiest view you ever seen. Jeongin was sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes glued to his phone as he was waiting for you. The way he was sitting made your head spin : manspreading. (that’s so hot just imagine) . He was just so attractive right now you could just jump on him and devour his lips. When he finally looked at you, he smiled opening his arms for you to come hug him. so cute shit. You smiled back timidly walking to him. " aw you're so cute baby" he said cutely when he took in your appearance. His over-sized hoodie reaching the middle of you thigh. Jeongin pulled you closer to him to hug you tightly, resting his head on your tummy. The butterflies. The fucking butterflies. You felt this familiar feeling in your lower stomach making you weak and bite your lips. "so warm" he giggled. He looked up at your flustered face "what is baby?" — "nothing" you smiled lightly. "hm , so what about..cuddle?" he smiled widely. You chuckled before he pulled you on his lap, one hand on your waist , the other one placed on your thigh. You were sat right on his crotch and you would have lied if you said you weren't turned on. You shifted a bit on his lap trying to get comfortable and try to ignore the little "spark" between your legs . But he made it difficult by the way his fingertips caressed their way up and down your thigh. A gentle , innocent affectionate gesture that made you weak to the point you let a soft moan past by your lips. His touches so soft and so pleasing.. so good. Jeongin looked at you in your eyes , mouth ajar as his cheeks turned a light pink. "I'm.. I'm sorry-" you started before he hushed you caressing your sides. "you're so cute" he smiled lovingly, cupping your cheek before attaching his lips with yours. He kissed you gently, forgetting about your surrounding. You started grinding on him slowly unconsciously , the moment exciting you a bit. Jeongin moaned into the kiss pulling away to breath. "baby" he whispered "look at what you did" his gaze on his bulge as he gripped your hips grinding them foward again, pushing you harder on him. " 'feels so good" he bite his lips , eyes still focused on your crotches. You threw your head back moaning his name, your fingers pulling harder on his locks. "let me take care of you my love" he sucked softly on your neck before laying you on your back gently, hovering you his beautiful hands already playing with the hem of you hoodie, rising it a bit to reveal your cute panties "so pretty" he whispered holding one of your thigh before his lips travelled to your throat leaving little marks there...

(husband jeongin is such a concept. bye)

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a/n : it was fun writing those :) ,, I'm considering to continue writing Jeongin's one ,, & maybe felix , lino

(+) it was an old request, actually my first one , it was from yer-cute-when-you-scream if I remember

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And immediately following that, part 10! Our manhunt boys are back!

Warnings: panic, soft, safe g/t vore, miscommunications

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Why NOW!?

They were in the middle of a manhunt, Dream getting pretty close to getting to the nether, and while he was hastily grabbing material with his group, his fucking instincts started acting up. His eyes had gone over to George, who was wrapping his arm up from his shield breaking on it, and instantly his mind had gone ‘get him to safety’. Bad caught the look he was giving the human, and he bet that the demon saw his eyes dilating, because he was tugged to the side for a moment to ‘share resources’.

“Are you going to be able to finish this game?” Sapnap was about to say yes, that they wouldn’t affect him that badly, but he could literally smell George’s blood from several feet away and his instincts had already started clouding his head. When several seconds went by without a response, Bad started to grab his communicator. “I’ll tell Dream that-“ “No! No, Bad, I’m fine. I’ll be fine. If it gets too bad I’ll distance.” He was given a very skeptical look, but the other was in no place to judge how well he could handle his instincts, so he relented with a sigh. “If it gets too bad, we call the game off. Say you’re not feeling good. Okay?” “Fine.” Sapnap rolled his eyes. “But it’s not gonna happen. I’ll be fine.”

Unbeknownst to him, his friend had caught the look he was sending his way, and as he finished the dressing on his arm, he entertained the thought.

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“Dream!” Sapnap yelled, narrowly missing slipping from the tree branch he clung to, glaring daggers at the other from where he’d jumped to the ground, avoiding the fall damage he should have gotten with a water bucket. The blonde only chuckled in response, taking off after teasingly waving to the fireborn.

The blackette groaned, carefully making his way back down. He shouldn’t have charged after Dream alone, and usually he wouldn’t pull those kinds of moves without a strong advantage. His head was foggy, and all he could rationally think of was ending the game sooner. The rest of it was just the instinctual haze pushing him to protect George, as Dream had made himself the threat in this case. As his feet hit the ground, he listened for any kind of movement around him, pinpointing soft footsteps to his right. Turning to face it, he watched as the last person he wanted to see emerged from the wilderness. “Since when do you take those kinds of risks?” “Since I wanted this game to be over.” He grumbled in response. George frowned, crossing his arms as if that hadn’t been what he was wanting. “Why? Usually you have fun with this.” “Well, maybe I’m just tired today and we left Karl to handle Kinoko Kingdom alone.” He snapped, which only resulted in the other’s frown to deepen. “Is it? Because that was never an issue before today.” “What do you want from me?” “The truth.”

Sapnap’s eyes focused on that bandage wrapped around his friend’s arm, the white cloth already tinged pink from the added exertion put on the limb. George’s eyes followed his, then looked back to his face. “Wow.” “What?” He looked back up at the other’s face. “Your pupils are really big. Did you hit your head or something?” “No.”

“Is it instincts, then? You keep looking at my arm.” When the fireborn made no move to deny it, he rolled his eyes. “I thought it was. You’re lucky I’m done with this game too.” The brunette dug through his inventory, pulling out a potion of shrinking. “Have you had that all game?” “Dream doesn’t make me empty my inventory out here anymore. We do at his base. Both of us carry one.” “Wait, we can’t do this. Sam and Antfrost don’t know, and Bad will kill me.” “Then make up something. Say I kept pursuing Dream. He’ll cover for me too when he realizes what’s going on.” Before Sapnap could say anything else, George had already started drinking the potion. With a groan, he walked over so he could catch the other when he shrank, scooping him up in his hand as he quickly did. “You and Dream both are starting to wear on me, you know that?” “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy this.” Well, he didn’t have a retort for that one. He gave a response in the form of popping his friend into his mouth with no warning, trying not to grin at the surprised yelp it pulled from him.

At the angry questioning he immediately got after, he mockingly hummed the other’s last sentence back to him, licking at him so he could send him down and get back to hunting Dream. Just having him in his mouth already started lifting the fog in his brain, and he was more than eager to get back to playing once George was tucked away. He did make sure to be careful with the smaller’s arm, unwilling to cause any more damage to his friend. When he was just getting ready to send him back, he heard him yell. “I assure you I’m soaked through with spit. Just swallow me already.” In retaliation, he swiped his tongue across the other’s face, resulting in a flurry of angry movement and words that had him barely holding back laughter. Finally, he pushed the brunette back, swallowing once he fell still to keep himself from choking. Even when shrunken, his friend was slightly lanky, and he had to swallow again to fully send him down. A small purr began to build up in his chest, and he sighed as he felt clarity in his mind once more.

His ears picked up the sound of a twig snapping, and he whirled around only to make eye contact with Sam. Sam, who didn’t know about his storing ability and instincts, and was looking at him with slightly widened eyes. Sapnap was frozen, his own eyes widening in shock and horror, unable to think of anything other than the panic he felt even as George finally landed in his storage and settled in. Or, was settling in before he caught on to how tense everything around him was. “Pandas?” He wasn’t sure what was going on but something was seriously bugging his friend.

“Sapnap?” “Sam, I can explain.” He felt George also freeze when the sentence was said. The creepertaur took a step back, and in a panic he charged him, somehow knocking him onto his back so he couldn’t run. He pulled himself back from the other, sitting on his chest to keep him down. “Stop, don’t run, he’s fine. I didn’t kill him.” “Really? Cause I know what I saw.” “Obviously you don’t. You and Antfrost weren’t supposed to find out, especially not like this…” he groaned, dragging his hands through his hair and silently cursing his dad for being right. “Then what did I just watch you do to George?” He demanded, smoke starting to slip out from his mouth, and the fireborn sighed. “Ask Bad if you don’t believe me. People from the nether have storage stomachs, it’s to protect their kids and treasure from the Nether’s environment. I get instincts based on it, and Dream and George help me with them. They weren’t supposed to act up today.”

He watched the other’s expression, hoping against everything that he could convince the other that George was safe and to not tell Bad or Antfrost. The other looked up at him, carefully considering his words, before he asked a question. “Is this what happened the first time we found out about the potions?” “I had to store Dream to get him out of the nether safely, yea.” The other still looked unconvinced under him, and a new voice joined the clearing. “He’s not lying, Sam.” Sapnap turned to the mask-clad man, watching him walk over. He didn’t appear to have anything on him, but upon seeing the confused look he got, he explained. “Bad told me to call the game off. I guess he figured out what was going on.” “He saw me getting bad earlier. I thought I could get through the game, but..” He shrugged, looking down to the creepertaur beneath him. An unreadable expression came to his face, but at least smoke had stopped curling into the air around them. Finally, he spoke. “Kind of wish you would have said something before you got caught.” “You weren’t supposed to find out.” Dream tugged at the fireborn’s shirt, pulling him off the other. “Sam, I know the kind of biology you have. You can’t get mad because Sapnap does it too.” Sapnap froze, looking between the two for a moment. “You have a storage stomach?” “A first stomach. It can hold things safely but it’s just to store extra food.” Dream crossed his arms, and Sam had the decency to look embarrassed. “But I also get instincts. I don’t know how it relates to my species, but sometimes I deal with them too.” “You help him with it too?” “Yeah. It took him forever to admit it though. Wonder who that reminds me of.” The ravenette slammed his elbow into the other’s ribs, and as he doubled over Bad rushed out of the foliage, looking over the group and going wide-eyed realizing who was missing before turning to Sam. “I don’t know if anything’s been explained-“ “He knows, Bad.” The man in question snapped his head towards him. “Sapnap, you told me you’d be okay!” “I thought I would be! George came to find me.” The demon pressed a hand to his forehead, letting out a frustrated sigh. “I think they’re spoiling you.” “If Dream and George stop you know my fiancés won’t.” “I know!” He groaned, and Dream laughed. “Why would I stop?” “Well, at least we know how to punish you now.” Sam said, sitting on his legs in a way that reminded the group of a cat. “What about if you want to punish me, warden?” Sapnap teased. “I’d punish you by storing you.” “Jokes on you, I’ve been stored already.” “Not recently, though.” Bad chuckled, and the fireborn’s mouth slammed shut as he realized his error. “Sapnap?” Dream quietly questioned beside him. Bad had stopped laughing fairly quickly upon seeing the other’s reaction, looking confused. The ravenette took a deep breath, getting ready to explain despite knowing it wasn’t his place, but Bad beat him to it as recognition flashed across his face. “Oh! Was that what Quackity had been talking about?” “What!?” Dream exclaimed, whirling to face the other. “Look-“ “Really!?” George laughed from his storage stomach, and Sapnap could feel his face start to burn. “Oh… I’m sorry Sapnap. I-“ Bad attempted to apologize for blurting it aloud, but the fireborn waved him off, pulling out his communicator. “What are-“ “You’re apologizing to the wrong person.” Dream started laughing at the implications, and Bad’s eyes widened. “Wait hang on-“ “Sapnap!!!!” The Mexican’s voice played over the speakers, and the demon raised a hand to his mouth, looking down.

“Hey Q. I know you’re at work, I just need to tell you something.” “What? Your game end badly or something?” “You can say that. Uh, I haven’t talked to you about the idea of others knowing about the crop thing, I didn’t really think I needed to because it wasn’t my thing to reveal. But, um…” Unmistakable laughter crackled over the speakers, but it wasn’t his fiancé’s. “Is that Wilbur!?” Dream cracked up even more. “Private conversation, Soot.” A door slammed shut, and the avian sighed. “Who knows, Sapnap?” There wasn’t fury in his tone, but he could tell the other was upset by the news. “Bad accidentally revealed it. He realized that that time you went to him for advice ended up with you figuring out the instinct thing.” “I’m sorry Quackity!” “It’s- okay, it’s fine. I mean, more people were bound to find out anyway. I just wanna know who.” “Bad, Dream, George, and Sam. I… don’t know where Antfrost is but I don’t think he heard it.” “Oh, no, Antfrost had to go. I told him the game was off and he told me to tell you guys he had to leave.” “Just those four?”

“Oh fuck.” George suddenly said from within him. He hummed, acknowledging him without it being obvious to the others, as they continued speaking to the man on the phone. “You said that Quackity went feral once. Did.. Did he store you while he was feral, Sapnap?” He cringed, and the others suddenly got concerned. “Everything okay, Sap?” Dream gently tapped his hand with his own, and the other two gave their own worried questions. “Hey! What’s going on, I can’t see!” Quackity yelled, and Sapnap just groaned. “George figured something out. Quackity, how much do you want the group to know?” “What did he figure out?” “Instincts.” “Oh fuck.” The slight panic in his fiancé’s voice made him wish he’d decided to do this talk in private. He’d collected himself before giving an actual answer. “Yeah, you can tell them about that. Sam’s probably got a good idea on it too, honestly.” “Oh, about how he zones out in his office?” “Little more complicated than that. Uh, I used to ignore my instincts, and tried to hide them and all traits of me being a hybrid. Thanks to that,” his voice took on a sarcastic tone for that line, before returning to seriousness. “When my instincts do act up, I… it practically takes me over. That’s why a lot of the time it seems like I refuse to let people come see me or I kick people out early.” “And why you let Wilbur up there all the time?” “You LET Wilbur up here all the goddamn time!” “You never kick him out.” Sam pointed out. “Oh I kick him out alright. Right out the goddamn window.” He scoffed. “Besides, he’s an avian hybrid too. The first time he caught me trapped in that weird fucking haze in the office he offered to help me. It’s nice to talk to someone who knows what you’re dealing with without the threat of being fucking executed on their doorstep.” Dream whistled at that. “He’s still mad?” “Techno never fucking stopped being mad!” They heard a door open, and shortly after the laughter of the other man had returned. “You should have seen his face when you began that topic, Sapnap. He had you on speaker.” The revived man almost laughed more than spoke. “I’m about to kick your ass out of my office if you keep this shit up.” Quackity growled, the Brit tsking in response. “Temper, temper.” “Sapnap, I will see you at home, okay? I love you.” “I love you too, Q.” He ended the call, huffing as the group started laughing at the events that transpired.

He glared at the blonde closest to him, debating using the other splash shrinking potion he had to make him stop, but Bad and Sam were likely to stop him. “I thought it was kinda weird he would keep certain people up there for hours and other people less than five minutes. He kicked Tubbo out almost immediately when he’d come to see him but demanded Slime’s presence quickly afterwards.” “I’m just glad he’s found people he can go to too.” Sapnap sighed. He’d gotten a little worried when Quackity stopped storing him and Karl as much, worried he was pushing his instincts off again. He knew Karl got scared when their other fiancé got to that point of feral, and he definitely didn’t like it either. At least that weight removed itself off of his shoulders. “This has been a fucking day.” He groaned, flopping down to the ground. George swore as he tumbled due to the fall, trying to settle back down. “Language.” He was chided by his father, who also sat down. Dream laid back beside the fireborn. “How’s Gogs?” “He’s fine. Settled down.” “Figured he would. He sleeps all the damn time.” “Watch it, Dream. He’s still mad at you.” The masked man winced, and Sapnap just barely caught a glimpse of it on the side of the other’s face. “Relationship drama? Dang,” Sam idly spoke. Sapnap tried not to laugh as his friend sputtered a defense, sitting back up to glare at the creepertaur.

“Are you done moving?” The shrunken snapped, causing the fireborn to roll his eyes, humming a soft ‘mhm’ as he draped his arms across his torso and let his eyes fall closed. He hadn’t meant to, but he wound up drifting off to the sounds of his friends playfully arguing.

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He stepped into the door and was about tackled right back out by the avian, both landing on the porch with a loud thud and a pained groan from Sapnap. “What the hell took you so long?” “George wouldn’t wake up so I could let him out.” Quackity sat up, looking down at him with a confused look. “I thought you didn’t store people during manhunts?” “Normally I don’t. My instincts got bad and George singled me out knowing that. Bad forced Dream to cut the game short pretty quickly afterwards.” “Buzzkill.” He mumbled, climbing off so he could pull the fireborn to his feet. “How the hell did Bad even figure out the instinct thing anyway?” “What instinct thing?” Karl joined the duo at the doorway, smiling at the two. “Bad fucking told everyone about my instincts.” The avian huffed, crossing his arms as he leaned against the house. “Oh shit. Did that go over okay?” “Sapnap called me and had Wilbur cracking up while I was trying to do my work.”

“The four I was with took it okay. Antfrost left early, so he still doesn’t know. Apparently Sam’s got a storage stomach too, but it’s more like a crop than an actual brooding pouch.” “So how did Bad figure it out? I thought you hadn’t told him?” Karl inquired. “I didn’t. I guess he somehow put it together-“ “Sam said he’d store me as a punishment. I told him it wouldn’t intimidate me because I’ve been stored and Bad realized I wasn’t talking about me as a kid.” “Oh.” Quackity’s shoulders slumped, and Sapnap was ready to start apologizing again, but then the avian opened his mouth once more. “And George? How’d he find out about the instinct shit?” “Oh shit, I never told you about that.” “About what?” The fireborn tugged lightly at the other’s arm, Karl letting them enter the house. “You’re gonna wanna sit for this.”

When he’d finished telling Quackity the events that led to him accidentally revealing his first time shrinking to George, the avian frowned at him. “You know, you’re really shitty at keeping secrets.” “I’m sorry.” He said as sincerely as he could. “I didn’t think it would get to this point.” The ravenette sighed, taking the other’s hands into his own. “I can’t stay mad at you for that. I can stay mad at Bad and George, though.” Sapnap chuckled, tugging at the hands in his own until the hint was gotten and the other hugged him.

“Hey guys?” Karl entered the room, holding his communicator. “What’s up?” “Dream wants to talk to us.” The fireborn looked confused, and Quackity gave a drawn-out sigh. “What the hell does he want?” “Nice to talk to you too, Quackity.” Dream responded, looking over at the brunette sitting on the sofa, who scoffed and rolled his eyes upon realizing what he was up to. “So me and George have an idea.”