#man i'm so curious about who the FUCK left us that note....

[hairmetal666]

Steve has this bar he loves in Chicago. It's a little bit dive-y, a little bit dirty, but it's quiet. A good place for when he needs to clear his head.

Only, tonight, the place is packed. Music pounding from the jukebox, no space at the bar, patrons at the dartboard and pool table. In three years he's never seen it like this.

He has a second to wonder what's going on before he sees exactly who is going on, and for him to catch Steve looking.

"Stevie!" Eddie Munson cries. He leaps from the bar top, the people below scrambling away from the stomp of his big black boots.

He hasn't seen Eddie in years. Can't actually remember the last time. Max and Lucas's wedding? Robin and Nancy's baby shower?

Steve considers booking it out of there, escaping in the crush of the crowd. By the time he has the thought, though, Eddie's already pulling him into a hug.

He's excited to see his friend. He is! Really. He loves Eddie. But that's kind of the problem.

Steve fell in love and Eddie left town.

Well, maybe it wasn't so dramatic as all that. It wasn't until six months after they packed the last box in the back of Eddie's van that Steve could name his feelings for what they were. And by then, Corroded Coffin were building buzz and Eddie had a huge whole life outside of the people he saved the world with.

Over the years, as Eddie's fame grew, he came around less and now they hardly see each other. They still talk from time to time, Steve still buys all the band's records, and Eddie's still close with all the kids, Nancy and Robin too.

Eddie releases him, those big eyes bright, a pure and genuine smile stretching his face. Steve's stomach twists, heart skipping a beat.

"Gotta be honest with you, man. Never expected to see Steve Harrington in a place like this."

Steve snorts. "There's lots of place I go you wouldn't expect."

Eddie's smile wobbles, Steve thinks. It's gone in a blink, though, and Eddie laughs. "I'm sure you do, sweetheart. Have time for a drink with me?"

Eddie navigates to the bar, returns with two beers in hand. He presses his palm to the small of Steve's back, directing him to the single empty table in the corner as far from the jukebox as possible.

"How's life treating you, Stevie?" Eddie asks after a sip. "Nance told me the store is doing really well."

"It's good, yeah. Finally turning a profit. Wasn't sure about Dustin having us add a game section, but he was right. It's really taken off."

"Oh, he told me," Eddie smirks.

Steve rolls his eyes. "I'm sure that he did. He hasn't let me hear the end of it."

"That tone," Eddie says, voice soft.

"What brings you to Chicago?" He asks to hide the way all the fucking love he feels for this man is bleeding out of him.

"Not really supposed to be," he laughs. "Flight got diverted to O'Hare, can't get another one until tomorrow. Have to make it to LA in time to play a show."

They both know Eddie loves it; the rush, the adrenaline, that comes with performing, to making it to shows at the very last minute. It's how they got here in the first place.

"Working on new music?"

Eddie leans back, dimples popping with the pleased lift of his lips. "Oh, Harrington, you don't even know what we have in store." He leans over the table and launches into tales of rehearsals and writing. Steve drinks his beer and can't take his eyes off his friend, Eddie the sun Steve orbits around, helpless to his gravitational pull.

"So, Stevie," Eddie says, once there's no more to tell about music. "You seeing anyone?"

Steve hides his cringe with a chuckle. Picks up his beer to buy time and finds it empty. "Not anyone of note."

"C'mon, how is that possible? You're easily the hottest guy in this place."

He grimaces. "That's a low bar."

"Oooh, still bitchy after all these years." Eddie snickers, takes a swig from his bottle.

"Shut-up."

"Seems like it's been a while since you dated."

"You interrogating my love life now, Munson?"

"No, not at all. Just curious."

"Okay, who are you dating? Still that guy from People?"

"Gossip," Eddie frowns.

"Anyone else you got your eye on?"

"No one new," Eddie says. He stares at Steve hard for a second, like he wants to dig into his brain, like it holds the answer to all life's question.

"There is someone, then." Steve tries to ignore the jealousy licking down his spine. Eddie isn't his and never will be.

Eddie picks at the label on his now empty beer. "Not--not really." He licks his lips, leaning over the table again. "Is there a reason you don't seem to date anymore, man? It's just--you wouldn't hurt for options, right?"

Steve freezes, trying to figure out a way to answer that won't end up breaking his own heart. "Ah, it's--you know, things got busy with opening the store and everything. Stopped being a priority."

"Are you lonely?"

"Are you?" He snaps before he can stop himself. "Sorry, I'm--sorry."

"Yeah, man. I'm lonely as hell." Eddie answers as though Steve didn't give him an out.

"I--you ever have someone where the timing is always wrong?"

"Think it's a hazard of my profession. Who's yours?"

"What?" Steve clunks his bottle too hard against the table.

"The one that got away?"

"It's--it--I--it doesn't matter."

Eddie's smile is all jagged edges. "Nancy?"

"God, no. Nance and I are good with being friends. No lingering feelings there. Who's yours?"

"Ahh," Eddie sits back a little, eyes glittering with an emotion Steve can't place. "The best boy I ever met. Can't get over him, can't forget him. I think they guys are going to start banning my 'pathetic gay yearning songs'. Gareth's words."

Something in Steve's chest crumbles to dust. There's someone. Has always been someone. Of course. Eddie is beautiful and hot and charismatic and fucking famous. And Steve is--just a guy who runs a struggling bookstore with a couple of his best friends.

"That's--I'm sorry it didn't work out." He's trying to stop his voice from breaking, from giving Eddie any hint of what he's feeling, just knows he has to get out. "Listen, man, thanks for the beer. Great to catch up. You should hit up Robin and Nancy the next time you're in town. I gotta get going."

"Wait, Steve--"

"See you around."

He doesn't wait. He pushes through the people, and races out the door, into the crisp Chicago fall air. He squeezes his eyes closed, practices his breathing exercises, tries to relax the clench of his teeth, ease the screaming in his lungs.

Three steps away from the building is as far as he gets before he hears, "Steve, please wait." A hand catches his hip, holding him in place.

"Eddie, I don't--"

"It's you," Eddie says. His face is pale, stricken. "You're the one who got away, Steve."

"What?"

"I've never been able to work up the nerve to confess. I've been trying for years, but. Too afraid of losing you to tell the truth."

"Years?" Steve's brain is trying to wrap around what's happening. That Eddie has feelings for him? That he's the source of the pathetic gay yearning?

"God, since 1986, at least."

Steve doesn't know what to say; what to do. He's been waiting for this moment so long, and his brain goes on pause.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same," Eddie rambles. "Hell, I'd be surprised if you did, but--"

"You're mine too," the words tumble out.

"What?"

"You're the one who got away. For me. You're mine."

"Steve," Eddie breathes. "Is this--are you serious?"

"Pathetic gay yearning and all."

Eddie's laugh is a bright spot in the darkness, relief and happiness mixed with the hope of what's next.

Steve can't help but giggle. "We're so dumb," he says.

Eddie looks at him with a raised eyebrow before bursting into giggles of his own. "So dumb, Steve, oh my god."

"It's been a decade!"

"Fuck," Eddie cackles.

They collapse against each other, chests heaving with their mirth. As they catch their breath, Steve nuzzles against Eddie's neck, relishing the closeness. It's easy for him to change the angle so their lips meet in a kiss frantic with ten years of longing.

"Your place or mine?" Eddie asks once they part.

Steve laughs. "You think I'm that easy, Munson?"

"Oh, Steve," Eddie smirks. "I know it."

"Asshole." Steve presses a kiss to his jaw. "How many songs did you write about me?"

Eddie smiles so hard his dimples pop. "All of them, baby. Every single one."

Steve rests their foreheads together, body fizzing like freshly uncorked champagne, "Take me home, Ed."

[planetnini]

LOVE TO KEEP ME WARM !

࿔･ﾟ*࿐ for the first time ever satoru is left puzzled just by a simple question from tsumiki, but he knows just how to prove his love for you + gn!reader. fluff with some angst— use of nicknames (baby, sweetheart), found family trope <3, girl dad satoru agenda, he is a bit insecure but it gets resolved, cutest fucking declaration of love ever, surprises! snow shenanigans, mistletoe kiss, satoru is the best boyfie ever i love him (5.8k words)

notes. this is a gift!!!! so it will cater to the interests and personality of my person but everything else is very vague :) merry new years secret santa thing @scarameows-world !!!! very late by the time this gets published but whtever.. i'm the reindeer that's been up in your inbox <3 we had alot of good talks and i hope we can stay in touch after this :") now here's a cute little fic i made for you about the one and only gojo satoru. title is inspired by this song

gojo satoru is a man whose proficiency knows no bounds. he is a force to be reckoned with ushering a new era of powerful sorcerers and curses due to his possession of both the six eyes and limitless technique. he could do almost anything as one might expect and everything came naturally to him. he never had any doubts about himself, but then came along you. 

satoru was a natural when it came to flirting, but he was not accustomed to the rejection he faced in his early days when you would ‘let him down easy’– it was nothing short of disastrous, always ending in banter between you two. yet somehow you had your wicked ways of making him chase even though all you two did was flirt. after several attempts to woo you and you finally stepping up, one thing led to another now here you were, co-parenting two kids with the man you once swore you’d never be with. satoru was 100% sure that he would be yours for infinity, but it wavered on this particular day. 

satoru was on a little errand run with tsumiki whom he had entrusted with pushing the trolley around as he scanned the list you had made for tonight’s dinner and activity. she was a young and incredibly happy girl who was much friendlier than her brother, megumi. when satoru adopted the two, tsumiki had taken a liking to him immediately whilst megumi took a liking towards you so he had taken her on the trip. it had been going well, with them doing the final grocery run after spending what felt like hours picking out the perfect wreath for the front door, however tsumiki’s question stopped him right in his tracks.

“do you love y/n?” she asked, a little curious look decorating her features.

“that’s a silly question. of course i do!” he uttered, scanning the wreaths with his eyes picking out the perfect one because quite frankly, he didn’t know how to react. 

people naturally assume that growing up from a family who viewed him as an ornament and coddled him that he would be a closed book or lacking in social skills but his first few years at jujutsu tech proved everyone wrong: he was not just a pretty face who could get away with just that. in the end, his love for others was his weakness and tsumiki had brought up something that satoru had failed to anticipate. what did she see that satoru couldn’t and was that even possible?

she took the wreath from his hands and put it into the trolley bringing him back to the present, “how do you know you love y/n?” she paused, and tsumiki must be sadistic for making him suffer like this, “what does it feel like?” she asked, looking up at him.

satoru looked down at the child, surprised by her questions. he paused for a moment, considering how to articulate such an answer to a complex question. was it that hard to believe that gojo satoru was capable of loving someone?

while satoru would never admit it at the start, he needed megumi and tsumiki more than they needed him. after suguru’s defect, they especially reminded him that sometimes blood wasn’t all that important when it came to the people you loved. he loved them but in a completely different way than he loved you. a love so unequivocal that it was impossible for people not to know how truly and deeply in love satoru was with you, so he wasn’t sure where he went wrong but perhaps it wasn’t enough.

“well,” he began a thoughtful look on his face, “loving someone is different to everyone. i guess i can’t really explain it other than a warm, fuzzy feeling inside and it makes you feel like everything is right…” he replied, her eyes lighting up with understanding, “you care for their happiness the most, that you’d even share your favourite candy.” he chuckled with a playful glint in his eyes, trying not to sound too sentimental.

“so you feel warm and fuzzy when you see y/n?” she looked up curiously at satoru.

he chuckled, ruffling the child's hair, "yeah, exactly. now come on, let’s finish this quickly so we can go home. get something for yourself and your brother.” he winked to which tsumiki nodded eagerly, seemingly satisfied with his answer as she rushed down the aisle finding something to bring home.

the atmosphere between satoru and the girl was no longer tense but satoru’s mind was swirling. he was reflecting on the innocence of the question as he took control of the trolley now, finished with his chores for the day. he even went as far as buying you something too but tsumiki had inadvertently planted a seed of doubt in his mind and now satoru was spiralling. did he love you enough? was his warm and fuzzy feelings strong and genuine, or was it something he convinced himself of after everything that went down? the simplicity of her question left satoru questioning himself and for the first time in forever, he is unsure of his relationship with you.

“i thought i told you that they can’t stay up late.” you spoke while washing the dishes. satoru could only lightly chuckle as he rinsed the plate, putting it on the drying rack. he knew you only meant well but he enjoyed seeing you like this more than he had expected: seeing you so worried and being such a caring person towards them. it was not like he had forced you to take care of them, it was through your own volition that you practically raised them.

“come on…” he drawled a little pout on his lips, “they said they didn’t want to decorate the tree without you tomorrow.” he reasoned, knowing that the two children in the living room were your true weakness and that just as much as you do for them, they’d do for you too. the way a simple sentence morphed your furrowed brows into a look of gratitude proved his point.

“do they actually want to decorate the tree with me or is it only because you bought them sweets today?” you accused.

“they’re much older now,” he reassured with a tone you doubt has any good intentions, “besides, i think it’s fair if we stop their ban on sweets, don’t you?” he asked with a simple hip nudge and you roll your eyes at the gesture.

he was happy with this, with how things were going in your life right now, in fact he couldn’t get enough of it. his request was simple, but you wasted no time immediately retaliating, “you just want to freely eat your sweets and use them as an excuse.” 

“what little faith you have in me!” he gasped and you have to stifle a laugh, “plus, they’re kinda scary when they don't get their way.” he joked, leaning back on the counter with his arms crossed to get a better view of you who had just finished washing and drying your hands after dinner. 

“how the higher-ups trust someone like you on those missions, i have no idea. i wonder how they would react if they found out you can’t handle two children.” you said, flashing him a smile. mentioning the higher-ups in the conversation made satoru’s blood boil but it had been tamed when he caught that little shake of your head combined with your smile. he had been contemplating the nature and depth of his feelings for you but tonight had proved that it was all a fluke– just seeing you was enough to remind him that nothing about loving you could ever be doubted, because loving you was as natural as breathing.

satoru leaned down to meet your eyes as you turned to face him, “sweetheart, if you want me home instead of on missions, you could just say so.” he smirked– a signature gojo satoru look that you couldn’t tell if you loved or hated.

you narrowed your eyes at him, “i hope you get put on more missions.” 

“you wound me.” he grunted, a hand over his heart feigning hurt but you knew that he was joking.

“you can take it.” you hummed, eyebrows scrunching as he stared down at you lovingly with a smile etched across his face.

there have been so many moments between you, satoru and the kids that blossomed with joy– something that felt lost in a world rife of evil– but you forget that you’re both still fairly young, thwarted into roles of guardians. you loved satoru since you were teens and seeing that this was your first relationship ever, it is only normal to feel insecure, and normal that you have doubts that satoru could ever truly love you.

while staring at satoru your mind can’t help but swirl with thoughts and he catches on immediately, perceptive as ever due to his six eyes and well, being gojo satoru. he sees it in your contemplative sighs that he had been hearing throughout the week, in your crafted smile, the way your shoulders are tensed and your jaw clenched: he knows you’re feeling some way right now because even your eyes don’t have their usual spark. your name rolls off his tongue so naturally, as if he was born to say it, as he reaches up to brush his hand across your cheek.

“what’s on your mind?” he questioned with a tilt of his head, thumb caressing your cheek. to him, the signs are as clear as day that you were troubled with thoughts of something and he wouldn’t rest until he found out what was going on in that beautiful mind of yours.

that warm fuzzy feeling intensified, secret moments between the two of you that the young girl was unaware of. it’s times like this you’re grateful that satoru is so in touch with how you felt most times and you can’t help the relief that settles in your heart when you realise you were so lucky to have him in your life, “it’s nothing,” you shook your head with a smile plastered on your face, “just… thank you for everything you did the other day,” you said, genuinely appreciative of his contribution to megumi’s birthday dinner, “i know you don’t think that he likes you but he really does look up to you.” you admitted.

“my charms aren’t all that bad.” he hummed, a proud nod as you snorted at his holier-than-thou tone.

your eyes closed at the soft contact of his lips on the crown of your head, warmth spreading all throughout your body during the cold winter month. you crave him and his touch, and you’re lucky that he hasn’t been put on any missions, specifically requested (he threatened the higher-ups knowing his status) to stay home with you and the others for just a couple of weeks. a small sigh left his lips as he started moving his hands away from your face up over his blindfold, the loss of contact made you pout slightly. your hand came over his, stopping him with a simple action, “are you sure you want them off?” you whispered, your voice dripping with concern.

“i want to see you.” he said, without an ounce of hesitation in his response. 

“i don’t like the migraines it gives you when you have them off.” you retaliated as you shook your head resolutely. he wants to listen to you, seeing how much you cared for him and laid your heart out for him. the love you had for him was overflowing and he did not know how he got so lucky.

“i can take it,” he insisted, voice a mix of both amusement and affection, “besides, i’ll endure any and all amounts of pain just for you.”

“after that declaration, i better not hear a complaint out of you.” you said, smiling up at him as you begin to unwrap the blindfold yourself. your delicate fingers moved the bandages around his head, undoing the white bandages. the gesture made satoru relax in your touch as you pulled them away from his face. being able to let his guard down after suguru had been difficult but you were a rare (and lucky) case.

once the bandages are undone, you can see that he’s wincing and squinting, probably due to the oversensitivity. adjusting to his surroundings, you brush his cheek with your thumb and his eyes flutter open to have a look at you, “hi beautiful.” he breathes out, utterly captivated by you.

you mirrored his look, squinting as you leaned forward with a smile wanting nothing more than to kiss him until– 

“what’s taking so long?” tsumiki yelled, surprising you and making the two of you jump from your spot. if satoru was masking his pain before, he wasn’t doing so now as he screwed his eyes shut and you feel extra protective of satoru now that his blindfold was off. he was extra sensitive to loud surroundings so when she came in shouting the two of you with his guard fully down, you knew satoru probably was still adjusting to having his blindfold off with the kids.

“did your brother put you up to this?” you asked.

“we were just wondering where you two were.” she replied bashfully.

“i told you they were kissing.” megumi groaned from behind her and if you weren’t embarrassed before, you wanted to dig your grave now that he had said it out loud.

“actually, we were rudely interrupted.” satoru complained, narrowing his eyes at megumi. living with them, you know how much megumi truly looked up to satoru but moments like this question why they were always at each other’s neck

megumi rolled his eyes, “have some manners you two,” you ordered, making tsumiki chuckle a bit, “i’m sorry for making you guys wait so long.” you apologised and you see megumi nod slightly at you.

“are you two in cahoots?” satoru whispered in your ear but you pushed him away jokingly. megumi was first to leave the room and tsumiki followed suit, but before satoru joined the two, you reached out grabbing his hand, “i know you said no presents this year, but-” you said, handing him a wrapped rectangular box.

“you said no presents for christmas.” he blurted out, confusion taking over his features.

“well, i sometimes doubt if you ever listen to me,” you looked up at him and you would be right because satoru had bought and wrapped your gift already, “just think of it as a very belated birthday present then.” you smiled at him, anticipating his reaction to your gift.

he opened the box carefully and he could see an engraving on a case, and his heart sunk. he knew he was in love with you, but was it possible to love you even more than he already had? he picked up the case and took out the special glasses he wore when he went out instead of the usual blindfold.

“i remember you said you needed new ones after they broke.”

“correction, when megumi broke my other ones.” he corrected. you rolled your eyes at him, and give him a light peck on the cheek, “thank you.” he spoke before you could make your way to help the children. 

“don’t break them again, i’m not made of money satoru.” you warned and situated yourself on the floor, sitting cross legged as you peered over at what the two had been up to when you and satoru were in the kitchen. tsumiki was unboxing some tinsel and megumi was taking care of the ornaments. to be honest, you weren’t sure when you became one of those families who went full out for christmas. the only things you ever really did was presents or stockings and having dinner together. you were overlooking the process, not really helping, or rather not knowing how to as you had never really had a tree let alone decorate one. 

“you’re not going to help?” tsumiki questioned, with a tilt of her head as she began to decorate the tree.

all the attention is turned to you now as you shake your head untangling some of the lights for the tree, “i mean, i’ve never really celebrated christmas with a tree and it’s for you guys right?”

“that’s sick and twisted!” satoru gasped, slumping down right next to you with his new sunglasses, “so you mean you’ve never had a christmas tree?” he exclaimed, and quite frankly you don’t really see the big deal.

“i wasn’t blessed with being born into a family like yours.” you teased and he took serious offence to that, not because he was offended by your comment but more so your nonchalance. 

“well, anything you want to do for christmas?” megumi asked, putting some of the ornaments on the tree. he always had an artistic perspective and you were glad he was putting so much thought into where each one went.

“i’m not going to be home until late at night, but i guess i’ve always wanted it to snow big enough that i could build a snowman.” you shrugged, looking at the kids.

“that’s impossible.” megumi groaned.

“how are we going to get it to snow?” she exclaimed.

“exactly. it’s alright,” you reassured as you stood up from your spot, “as long as i’ve got you guys, that’s all i could ask for.” you winked at them as you helped them get to the higher spots of the tree. satoru sits there watching as you now start to help the two decorate the tree and decide to help out. you are too distracted to see that his mind is swirling with ideas– he is determined to make your christmas a little more special and he has some ideas up his sleeve that he can’t wait to use.

you feel the exhaustion of staying up late last night settle deep into your bones when you’re on your way home from the mission. it wasn’t like you didn’t get enough sleep, you got just the perfect amount but not being home today to celebrate with the kids and satoru kind of made your heart sink. it had always been the four of you the entire day and sometimes occasionally with the others but being away from home, away from them had taken a big toll on your heart.

you wiped at your eyes with a yawn as you began making your way down the path to your house. the cool winter night was in full swing, trees moving slightly in the small rush of wind that passed by along with the small sprinkles of snow.  you took a deep breath and rubbed over your arms as you looked up at the sky. you weren’t lying when you said you wanted snow, it had always been a dream of yours to see falling snow, and enough that it might be enough to build a snowman, it was just something that hadn’t happened in a long time. 

you reached the house but the eerily quietness and lack of light concerned you, were they watching a movie or something or did they go out and not tell you beforehand? you brushed off your worries, unlocking the door walking into an empty house. the whole room was dark, nothing could be heard and your heart was stuck in your chest, stopping at just the mere thought of not being completely alone right now. 

you could hear some whispers and instinctively your hand went up, charging up your cursed technique as you hear some shuffling until an array of fairy lights went off above you, decorated meticulously going up the stairs and some nice garlands all around, warm lighting and while you’re staring at the lights, you don’t notice the three standing right in front of you.

“welcome home.” they shouted, and you swear you had felt that much relief in your entire life.

“i could’ve hurt you guys!” you exclaimed, a hand over your heart. the soft vinyl record you distinctly remember shoko gifting you after seeing you eye it last christmas playing from the living room, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“well that defeats the whole point of a surprise if i told you, right guys?” he said, and it is only now you realise that he has a santa hat on with the other two in ugly sweaters. you know megumi would be less than happy to be dressed in this right now but you assume he did so for you and couldn’t help the way the corner of your lips curved up at the sight. this… this is what you loved about your little family, and you knew it was wrong to call it a family– the two kids aren’t yours, and you’re not married to satoru but this moment, combined with the cute late night you shared with them just the night prior confirmed that you were all closer than that and how much they loved you.

“you did not need to do this for me,” you sighed, a little overwhelmed by how well decorated everything was. you hadn’t even noticed the holly, the bells, candles, and a bunch of other festive decorations– they really went all out. you wonder just how they pulled it all together but then you remembered that satoru would stop at nothing when it came to his gestures, “and you definitely did not need to drag them into this.” you added, kneeling down in front of them so that you could hug tsumiki and as you stood up you looked at megumi and ruffled his hair despite how much you know he hated when satoru did it, when you did it, you weren’t met with the same grumpy huff.

satoru gasped, “hey, these two were asking if you’d like them and i pointed them in one direction okay?” he defended but as you looked down at the two they were shaking their heads as if to refute his words, “don’t listen to them. they did it because they love you just as much as i do.”

respectfully, you hated satoru but not in a way that was malicious but for always making you feel like the luckiest person on earth. for being friends with you back then when it seemed like the world wasn’t on your side, for allowing you to stay in his life after losing his friend, for letting you take care of two of the most beautiful children ever. he was one of the sweetest people you ever knew and you doubt any gift or gesture would be enough to make up for the man that he is. without realising you had tears stream down your face, and you bring your hand up over your face to cover it. you weren’t usually the type to cry over something so trivial but here you were.

“i can’t believe you made y/n cry on christmas.” megumi complained, trying to lighten the mood as tsumiki’s mouth dropped.

"y/n's fine!" satoru reassured and you can’t help but laugh as you wiped away some of the tears. before you could speak satoru went over to you, engulfing you in a hug, “you better not apologise for crying. there’s nothing you need to be sorry for.” he reassured, rubbing circles on your back. you nod profusely, trying to keep yourself calm in front of the others (not that they’d never seen you cry before) before pulling away from the hug. you stared into his cerulean eyes, out and free from their usual blindfold or glasses, “it’s nice to see you my love.” he whispered, meant only for your ears. 

you chuckled, pressing your lips into his cheek before turning around, “how about we open some gifts? how does that sound?” you smiled and their eyes lit up, brighter than the lights all inside the house and they scattered off like little mice to the living room where the tree was, with quite a few presents under the tree (courtesy of satoru’s money but joint in terms of thinking of what to get them) and you followed behind. satoru threw his arm over your shoulder as you took a seat on the couch as they got ready to unwrap their gifts.

“are you hungry?” he asked softly as they started unwrapping their gifts, the one in the penguin wrapping paper which satoru had wrapped up himself.

“i had something to eat on the way back.” you reassured and he nodded.

the two had spent quite a while opening satoru’s gifts. you noticed that the presents were some things the two children had mentioned once a very long time ago and were quite surprised that satoru had hand picked these gifts himself without asking you for help. you knew that he noticed every little detail about the people in his life but it made you wonder if he got you a gift after you said not to. you wouldn’t be mad if he didn’t get you one and vice versa.

“i got you that one.” you spoke, trying to contain your excitement as megumi picked up your gift, wrapped in some candy cane paper. you watched as he unwrapped it, revealing a digital camera and you hear tsumiki exclaim, excited for her gift now.

“a camera?”

you sat up, moving away from satoru as you leaned forward, “i know there aren’t that many pictures of you guys around the house so i got you that so we could start printing some out and putting them up.” 

megumi couldn’t hold in his gratitude any longer bringing you in for a hug, “thank you y/n.” he said, and you hugged him back, kissing him on the cheek. satoru was going to make a comment about how he also wanted a hug after all the gifts he gave but it was a special moment shared between the two of you and he was not going to ruin the moment.

as megumi was setting up his camera with satoru’s help, you turned to tsumiki and watched as she unwrapped her own gift, she looked up from the box to you with shock all over her face, “y/n…” she whispered, voice cracking, “i can’t take this.” she said, handing you back the box.

“hey.. it's okay,” you reassured, lightly pushing the box back in her direction, “it’s a gift tsumiki.” 

you watched her pull out the necklace, the stunning small heart shaped engraved with her initial on it but that wasn’t all you got her. after observing the necklace and helping her put it on, she opened a box that contained a letter, telling her of how much you adored her with special keepsakes from some memories you shared throughout the year. you have never seen her so happy and when she hugged you, you catch the stare that satoru is giving you– absolutely entranced by how much you loved them. a simple flash takes you off guard as megumi takes his first picture on the camera.

“how about you guys get your coats, i have something to give y/n.” satoru stated and they ran off with excitement in their bones at his plan. he had filled them in but they weren't convinced he could pull it off.

“talk about a successful night.” you chuckled, picking up the wrapping paper and throwing it in the bag that satoru was holding. 

“get changed.” he spoke, taking the bag from you and now it’s your turn to be surprised again.

“what? where are we going?”

after getting changed, suspicion arising from his sudden ask of getting changed. you walk out of your room seeing everyone in their coats, scarves, and you watch as the children begin to walk out first leaving the two of you alone. 

“what are you up to satoru?” you questioned, furrowing your brows. 

“since you thought you could cheat your way around buying me a gift,” he replied honestly, which took you off guard, “i thought it was only fair if i got you some things as well.” there was a small box in his hand, and you took it from his hand. you held your breath as you unwrapped the paper to see a box tied with a ribbon. you opened the box, revealing nothing but a sheet of paper.

you definitely weren’t the ungrateful type but you were expecting something else like maybe a ring, a necklace or something else but as you examined the paper you looked up at him with your mouth wide open. it was a receipt of something you had been eyeing for a couple months but nothing you could excuse spending money on. you had been an avid lover since you were young and it was always your dream to have one of these.

“satoru.” you said, honestly starstruck at his gift.

“you have been eyeing that for so long,” he reasoned with a simple nudge of the shoulder, "merry christmas."

“i can’t accept this.” you shook your head, giving it back to him but you know it is relentless to deny his gifts especially after you pulled your little secret gift on him the other day.

satoru gave you a stare and pursed his lip, “you are keeping it. end of discussion.” he smiled as he started to wrap a scarf around you. satoru had always looked good in winter clothing, a scarf tucked around his neck and due to his infinity, he was never cold but still dressed to the occasion with his designer brands. he was so handsome…

“and since you’re not saying anything i'm assuming you don't like it?” he taunted. you told your brain to make a coherent sentence or at least move so you don’t make a fool of yourself just looking at the gift. you stared up at him, you used your free hand to push the scarf down from the bottom half of your face, "you know i thought you weren't going to get me anything?"

satoru had never stopped at any words faster than he had those, "what?" he answered with a shaky voice.

you scoffed holding his hand in yours, looking anywhere but into his eyes, "i thought you might do a whole 'i'm your gift' thing," you admitted, a little ashamed you had such little faith in him, "i guess you do love me."

"y/n..." he uttered, "if i have ever made you doubt i love you then i have failed as your boyfriend," he spoke and you could feel your whole body warm at his words. "you are everything to me even if you and megumi are in cahoots and pray on my downfall." he said and you shoved him. he winced lightly at the push and smiled as he pulled you close to him once more, eyes moving down to your lips then back up to your eyes.

“that was really sweet of you.” you uttered, looking up at him.

“sweet enough for a kiss?”

“unless you make it snow, i’m not kissing you.” 

“i think i deserve just one…” he teased as he leaned closer to you.

a hand suddenly grabbed yours, tsumiki's gloved one, and once again stealing that moment between you and satoru, "y/n! didn't you hear me?" she gasped as you saw the wet snow on her coat go from crystal into a wet drop.

"what happened? is megumi okay? are you okay?" you asked, hand brushing over her face as if to check for any injuries.

"it's snowing!" she exclaimed as she made her way back out.

you looked over at satoru baffled but you could just see him smile at you mischievously and you run out and to your surprise, the snow is pouring down from the sky and you now know that your christmas wish has been satisfied. looking up at the sky, you put your hand out as the snow falls into your hand and you chuckle even though you are freezing your ass off.

the children began throwing snowballs at each other and one hits you at the back of the head and you turn to see all three of them standing there staring at you. they all point at gojo before you decide to pick up some snow for yourself throwing it at him back, thankful his infinity was still down.

you truly appreciate satoru doing his best to make you happy because it was all you ever wanted. he got a snowball in the face before falling down on the floor, and all of you chuckled at him landing on his back as he began to sit up, snow covering his whole back side and all in his hair.

you knelt in the snow and began to make the snowman you've always wanted to during christmas with the help of the two and when you're done you notice him standing at the front porch just staring as tsumiki started doing snow angels and megumi's two wolf shikigami joining him in the snow. you don't know when he let them out but you just smiled as you approached satoru, "what are you doing here?"

"just admiring you," he complimented and you shake your head, "did i do okay?"

you stare at him in bewilderment before moving to press a kiss to his cheek, "you did well satoru. more than that if possible."

he smiled cheekily and you move your hand to drag him back into the snow, "come on..." you hummed as you tried to pull him away from the front porch but he refused to move and you stare at him with a tilt of the head, "what's wrong?"

"you said you would kiss me if i made it snow.” he recalled, hand on his chin as he tried to refresh your memory.

“how the hell did you manage to make it snow?” you snickered but he didn’t look like he was joking. you don’t know how he managed, he would never say but you shook your head, “sorry babe, i don’t think you can control the weather… it is quite unpredictable.” you shrugged, giving him a fake guilty look.

“it’s a christmas miracle!” he yelped with his smile that you know and have grown to adore so much and you follow his gaze to the mistletoe above your head, "you know the rules." he seethed trying to seem nonchalant.

"you're an idiot," you laughed before holding his face in your hands, tiptoeing a bit before pressing your lips to his. you pulled away and brushed his lips with your thumb a little, "i love you satoru, always."

he could only pull you back in for another kiss, smiling as he did so as the kids exclaimed in disgust and horror at the sight. "i love you y/n. here's to many more years with you." he whispered when he pulled away. it was a christmas you will never forget and one that tsumiki and megumi will also never forget, dramatically reminding you that they were traumatised from your little kiss.

tags! @stsgluver @sukxma (thank you for hosting the event)

i hope you love this lynne, i apologise it's not my best work and i'm sorry it took so long. i love you, i hope you're doing well

[peacefxlmyko]

Does your Mother know?

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x fem!Reader

Summary: Somebody catches Maverick's eye at the bar. There's just a slight problem.

Tags: Fluff, AGE GAP!! but everybody involved is an adult, inspired by the ABBA song, sexy old man Mav

Notes: This is something old I once wrote about Slash but just changed it to Mav cause. Babygirl who's actually a wrinkly old man. Is obviously inspired by the ABBA song and I also used one of the lyrics lines. ALSO this is my first ever TGM imagine on here and I'm lowkey nervous so, please be nice. Also sorry if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes!!!

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Mav never thought he would end up in a situation like this. After the most recent Mission he just wanted to chill at The Hard Deck and let off some steam. The whole Dagger Squad had been tough on him.

But there he saw her. She was beautiful, but most importantly young. Probably in her late-twenties. He couldn't help but watch her throughout the night as she was hanging out with her friends. 

He was taking a sip from his glass when he suddenly felt eyes on him. He looked around and noticed that it was one of her friends. She was whispering to her while looking over at him. 

Out of nowhere, she suddenly stood up from the table and started walking towards him. She was wearing a gorgeous outfit and it took him all of his strength to not stare. This is inappropriate, Pete. You're old enough to be her dad, stop staring at her like that. He thought. 

"Hey" She smiled softly. "Can I sit with you?" 

He chuckled a little and shrugged, a bit caught off guard. “Suit yourself.” Her voice was even prettier than he thought.

"So.. what's a girl like you doing talking to an old man like me?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, he was seriously surprised. 

"I noticed you looking at me and so I got curious" She grinned in response. Maverick chuckled, a bit embarrassed he was caught staring. "Sorry, you just.. caught my attention" He mumbled under his breath. 

"So, what's your name?" He asked curiously. "It's Y/N. And they call you…?" 

"Maverick." He smiled. 

Y/N. That name kept echoing in his head for a moment. 

They just looked at each other for a moment, unsure what to say next. She suddenly pulled out a piece of paper from her leather jacket, scribbling something on it. She put the little piece of paper right into Mav's hand and his heart skipped a beat at the contact. What the fuck was happening?

"Give me a call" She winked at him and was just about to get up until he stopped her. "Wait- Are you serious?" He asked. 

"You do know I'm old enough to be your dad, right?" He chuckled. "You seem pretty young to be searching for that kind of fun"

"I know, but you don't seem like the other older men staring at me. You're not as creepy as them" She replied teasingly. Soon she left again to sit down at the table with her friends.  

Maverick just slightly shook his head with a smile before taking a sip from his drink, still caught off guard by the whole situation that just went down. He looked down at the note in his hand before putting it into his jacket, just to keep it safe for later.

[princessmaybank]

Truth or Dare

Pairings: BestFriend!JJ x BestFriend!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jealous JJ, stripping, fingering, squirting, etc.

Summary: They play t or d.

Authors Note: I didn't mean to post this so soon, but since it's out already I hope you like it, I'm just stopping it here, if you like it let me know if you want a part 2 :(.

"Truth or Dare?" John B asks darting his eyes to Cleo. "Oh come on man! You should already know the answer!" He smirked and nodded. You were at the chateau in the hot tub that JJ so graciously purchased for you all a few months back. Everyone was slugging down beers and having a big night of fun.

"I dare you to read the last text message you sent out loud." JB said shrugging, showing us that's all he has prepared. "oh man, too easy!" Cleo flung her arms upwards then reached for her phone. After she got to her messages she cleared her throat. " 'What we gonna do tonight?' I sent that to Sarah man." John B rolled his eyes in defeat, secretly hoping she had sent a naughty message to Pope or something.

"Okay Y/N, truth or dare?" She moved on quickly. "Dare of course." You responded, causing JJ to look at you with a slight smile. You and JJ are best friends, and always have been. Of course everyone in that hot tub was your best friend, but JJ was different, you could talk about literally anything for hours on end. He's always been there for you.

"I dare you to prank call Rafe Cameron. Pretend to want him and need him." Cleo ended with a smirk pointing to your phone. You didn't mind the dare but a certain blonde about a foot behind you definitely cared. He wasn't good at hiding his emotions, everything he wanted to say was already written on his face. "I don't think that's a good idea Y/N." You hear JJ say with a stern voice from behind you. "Oh calm your tits Jayj, what's the worst that could happen? I get a boyfriend?" You responded making all the girls giggle.

"It's ringing!" Kiara said out loud so everyone knew what was going on. Kiara was very close to the phone with you but it was pressed against your ear. "Hey Rafe!" You said a little too enthusiastic for JJ's liking. "Hey, Y/N. What do I owe this pleasant surprise?" He asked, gratefully. "Well I really wanted to tell you that I think of you a lot Rafe. It's getting to be too much now. I can't shake the feeling of needing to be with you." Everyone was giggling at that moment, other than one person, I'm sure you could guess who. Your eyes caught JJ's as he rolled them and crossed his arms. You could see how this was affecting him, so why not play some more. "Wow, I've been wai-" You cut Rafe's sentence short. "Rafe, mmmmm I need you so bad right now. Ohhhh." You pretend to moan into the phone. "Oh baby, are you touching yourself to me?" He asked clearly turned on. Kiara gagged and walked a few feet away. "Oh yes I am, but I wish it was you..." You paused for dramatic effect.

"Daddy." You smirked holding back a giggle, hearing Rafe groan into the phone. Next thing you know JJ is standing in front of you hanging up the call, fuming. He was legitimately tomato red. Everyone watched, curious about what he was going to do.

He grabbed your waist pulling you as close as he could while looking into your eyes. "Don't you ever pull that shit again." His eyes never left yours. You wanted to stand up for yourself but the only thing that left your mouth was "o-okay." He leaned down to whisper in your ear. "Good girl." There was that feeling of butterflies in your stomach. JJ never made you feel this way. What was happening? "When this little party is over you're coming to my room, we have things to talk about." He whispered again.

Everyone sat back down choosing to ignore how JJ nearly killed/fucked you right then and there. You chose to ignore it as well even though the tingling between your legs is making it difficult.

Instead of you asking the next question Pope cut the tension and began after Sarah. "Truth or dare?" He asked. Sarah obviously chose the safe route at this moment. "Is it true that even though you and JB are married, you'll still have a huge wedding and legally do it?" Pope asked. Awe of course he would, it's Pope. Sarah nodded "Of course I still want my dream wedding! Don't be silly Pope." She giggled.

"Okay J- Kiara, yeah Kiara. Truth or dare?" No one could look at JJ right now how would they be able to play this game right now?

"I'll say, truth." She smiled lightly. "Ok here's a little would you rather. Would you rather, fuck Topper or Kelce?" Kiara gasped. "Ew, can I kill myself instead?" She gagged. Everyone laughed and accepted that as her answer.

Eventually someone asked JJ the question and he ended up chugging some beer upside down. You still couldn't get those low-flying butterflies to go away. The thought of JJ taking you right there was fogging your brain.

After about an hour longer everyone was headed home or to bed. Pope and Cleo went back to the Heywards and Kiara went back to her house. Sarah decided to stay at the chateau with John B, then of course JJ asked you to go to his room and talk with him.

You sat on JJ's bed after getting your shower, you waited for him to finish up in the shower. JJ left some of his clothes on his bed for you to change into.

Next thing you knew, you were under JJ, making out with him on his bed. You had no idea how you got here but you weren't going to complain.

JJ pulled you onto his lap, never disconnecting your lips from each other. He held onto your hips and pressed down as he grinded up. You moved your hips at a faster pace needing the friction. He tore his lips from yours taking a breath before speaking. "Truth or dare?" He asked as you rolled your eyes. JJ gave you a look that said 'just answer it'. So you did. "Dare." You said with confidence streaming through your veins. JJ rubbed your hips, slowly reaching for your butt to squeeze.

"Strip for me baby." He said as he squeezed. You blushed not knowing how to react. "Come on baby, let me see that gorgeous body you've got hiding under my baggy clothes." When JJ said that, you began to melt. You decided to just take your shirt off while on his lap. You weren't wearing a bra so he got quite the show very quickly. You got off of him as he pushed himself to sit on the edge of his bed. The idea to strip tease JJ came to your mind so that's exactly what you did.

At some point when you were completely naked, you wanted to tease him so you sat on his lap and pulled one of his hands forward to your aching hole. You teased yourself with his fingers, secretly wanting him to continue what you had started. Which he had no problem with doing. He pushed two fingers inside of you causing a gasp and moan mix, to fall from your lips.

JJ's hand raced to cover your mouth. "Shhhh you have to be quiet, baby, or we'll get caught." He whispered in your ear. You nodded and bit your lip as JJ moved his fingers back and forth in your tight hole. JJ was making you so wet, your pussy was so loud that you might just get caught by being fingered. "Tell your pussy to be quiet." He giggled in your ear. "Tell your fingers to stop making me feel so good then." You moaned leaning your head back onto his shoulder.

JJ smirked to himself, knowing he was doing a good job. He sped up trying to make you cum but you suddenly felt embarrassed. "JJ- this f-eels so g-good..but I think I have to go..to the bathroom-" That was music to JJ's ears. His movements only got faster, he moved your hand to your clit so you could help by rubbing yourself.

"JJ- I-I" A loud squeal started erupting from your mouth. JJ slapped his hand across your mouth. One more swift push into your pussy and he pulled out, a gush of fluid came rushing out. You kept moaning into his hand. He continued playing with your cunt until you were done squirting.

"Something tells me you've never done that before baby."

[fairytales-and-folklore]

Hearts Like Wildflowers

Teen Wolf » Sterek

Title: Hearts Like Wildflowers

Author: fairytalesandfolklore

Fandom: Teen Wolf (Masterlist)

Relationship: Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

AO3 Rating: Mature (a complete collection of author's notes, inspiration credits, content warnings and tags can be found on AO3)

Summary: Stiles used to love getting lost in the woods — used to revel in it, in the days when he chased after twisted fairy tales of little red falling for the big bad wolf, where the prospect of getting pressed up against a tree by a man nearly twice his size sent a frisson of excitement down his spine, where glowing red eyes lurking in the distance meant safety — and he's not about to let some stupid fucking tree take that away from him.

They look at one another like nothing else matters, like nothing else in the whole of the universe exists but for each other — Stiles, like Derek is the ocean, and a siren's song swims in his veins; Derek, like Stiles painted the night sky and hung every glittering jewel of a star just for him — so wrapped up in one another that they spare no second thought to the curious crackle of magic that ignites in the air, catalyst to the impossible metamorphosis sparking to life all around them, because of them — so far fallen into the depths of each other's worlds that they don't even notice that wildflowers have started to bloom all around them, splashes of bright golden yellows, bold reds, and vibrant blues bursting out of the earth, fragrant as lilac, honeysuckle, and jasmine, a breath of spring in the dead of winter — until there is no trace of the nemeton, just a field of wildflowers left in its wake.

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It's stubbornness, primarily, that leads him here. 

Stiles used to love getting lost in the woods — used to revel in it, in the days when he chased after twisted fairy tales of little red falling for the big bad wolf, where the prospect of getting pressed up against a tree by a man nearly twice his size sent a frisson of excitement down his spine, where glowing red eyes lurking in the distance meant safety — and he's not about to let some stupid fucking tree take that away from him. 

By the time he finally finds it, it's twilight, sun bleeding into the horizon in a burst of citrus and gold, casting shadows over its many-ringed, moss-dappled surface that sink and slither into the splintering cracks where it had split the day it'd been cut down. Stiles stares down at it with a hardened look in his eyes, wondering how something so beautiful could cause so much pain.

Derek's presence is a solid warmth at his side, appearing through a tangle of branches in a blur of black leather and frost-bitten blue. He's been doing that a lot lately — showing up seemingly at random wherever Stiles happens to be. Stiles assumes he'd taken it upon himself to ensure that the pack's ticking time bomb doesn't go rogue and let another ancient trickster demon use his body to hurt those closest to him. He'd complain about that, only he kind of likes knowing that Derek is always there, because maybe he's a little afraid of that happening too, and he's glad to know that Derek will do what needs to be done if things go south.

Derek glances over at him, careful eyes watching him as he glares down at the nemeton with a kind of fierce determination, hands balled into fists, shaking in quiet rage, and asks, in a voice that's so soft he almost doesn't hear it—

"Why did you come here?"

Stiles turns to look at him, eyes filled with tears that don't spill over but instead find their way into his voice.

"I just—" he falters, swallowing against the sudden tightness in his throat. "I don't want to be afraid anymore. I'm tired of this thing having some kind of sick power over me."

Derek stares at him for a moment longer, and then nods. Doesn't ask for anything more. Derek's good like that, understanding the depth of pain in a few simple words. Stiles thinks he might be the only one in this town who understands. What a strange pair they make, two broken shards of glass fitting together in a jagged mosaic.

There's a soft swish of leather, and then Derek is holding out his hand, palm facing upward, extended toward Stiles like an offering. Such a simple gesture, and yet the weight it holds could pull the moon from its waltz with the tide. Stunned, Stiles takes it, a rush of heat radiating through him like a shot of whiskey at the contact. Derek's hand is warm and soft, five fingers laced between his own, a solid reminder of the fact that this is real, that Stiles is awake, that the nightmare is finally over. He gives Derek's hand an experimental squeeze, heart stuttering in time to the trio of pulses he receives in return.

"Why do you keep following me?" he asks, because he needs to know, needs to make sure that Derek is just being overly cautious, that there isn't any real danger of the nogitsune coming back to haunt him. 

He prepares for defensiveness, for Derek to deny it, but he doesn't. Instead, Derek turns to face him, eyes filled with equal parts heartache and something that verges on relief, like he's grateful just to look at him, and says, "I just need to make sure that you stay you." His voice is rough and thick, like saltwater grating against his windpipe. "I can't — I won't — let anything like that happen to you ever again."

And that's when Stiles realizes — Derek doesn't see him as a ticking time bomb he needs to protect everyone else from — Derek wants to protect the bomb. He's afraid — not for the safety of the pack, nor of the damage another monster wearing Stiles's skin could wreak upon their quaint, fucked up little town. No, he's afraid of what could happen to Stiles, afraid of something hurting him, afraid to lose him.

Stiles lets himself look at him, really look at him, for the first time since they met, unencumbered by the heart-racing, blush-inducing worry that Derek will catch on to what it means — sees for the first time just how much this has all been affecting him, too, how tired, and wrecked, and scared Derek looks.

"How long?" Stiles asks, and there's something comforting in the way he doesn't need to clarify. All at once, Derek's expression shifts from quiet misery to something softer, filled with fragile hope and idyllic certainty, posture softening as he dips his head down in an effort to hide the small smile curling at the corners of his lips.

"Since you became my anchor," he replies, a surprised little huff of laughter rushing out of him as Stiles surges forward and presses him against a nearby tree.

It's automatic, the way he moves so effortlessly into Derek's space, instinct and volition colliding on the edge of years' worth of want, ready to leap at the first green light. He'd imagined this moment countless times, mapped it out in his mind in perfect detail, but nothing could ever compare to the reality of kissing Derek, knees buckling under the weight of the soft, contented hum that rumbles against his chest as Derek breathes his name like a sigh of relief, like he's been waiting for this moment just as long as Stiles has.

It's not long before they're tugging at each other's clothes, eager hands fisted into the front of Derek's leather jacket, drawing him close for one more encore before slipping it from his shoulders to join the ever-growing pile of plaid and denim littered across the forest floor.

It shouldn't feel right, out here in the wilderness as the skyline fades from gold to black, a strange cocktail of textures — of freshly-fallen autumn leaves and dew-soaked blades of grass, of plush verdant moss and rough spirals of lacerated bark — leaving imprints in his bare skin. But it does. He does. It's like something deep inside of him awakens, wild and free and so self-assured, a wounded animal reclaiming its territory. 

He shouldn't feel this warm, out here in the dead of winter, but Derek is a furnace, sending waves of heat that chase the chill from his bones as he guides Stiles onto his back, supine in a halo of oak, each kiss incendiary as he winds his way down the length of Stiles's body, pausing just long enough to whisper Stiles's name in a stifled groan across the plane of his thighs, before taking him into his mouth in a rush of silk and fire.

It should scare him, how easy it is to lose himself in this, all too willing to let someone else take control, an apex predator who could snap him in half as easily as if he were one of the many twigs currently digging into his back, wrapped around the most delicate part of him, touching him like he's a masterpiece in the hands of an historian, every shiver-stirring touch lighting up his nerves like a live wire as Derek's fingertips curl around the curves of his hips to hold him steady, to anchor him.

He'd spent so long terrified of the thought of losing control, of letting anyone or anything have any kind of power over him, and he's never been more vulnerable than he is right now, laid bare out in the open like this — but when it's Derek suspended above him, dictating every detail of his pleasure, down on his knees because he wants to be, because he chose to be, grounding out his name in a series of low rumbling groans that vibrate through Stiles's core like a crack of thunder — Stiles is all too willing to surrender.

He doesn't even register the significance of where he is until he's carved his crescendo into its core, fingernails digging into the rough, wooden surface as his head dips back and the edges of his world fade to black, Derek's name a panacea wrapped in honey, waltzing with a broken gasp at the back of his throat. He's still a little dazed, drunk off oxytocin when his vision swims back into focus, surprised laughter punched out of him as the absurdity of it hits him. 

He's been so afraid of this place for so long, built up so much fear and anger and heartache over everything the nemeton has done to him, everything it's taken from him, from both of them, and without even realizing it, they'd done something kind of wonderful, born out of love and longing and unwavering trust, atop the hellmouth itself — and something about that sparks a whole new wave of confidence, a rush of heady, brazen defiance, inside of him. He's nowhere near finished re-christening this arboreal nightmare, nowhere near ready for Derek to stop touching him.

He reaches out, hands flailing a little wildly in an effort to close the distance between them, tugging Derek forward until he's pressed down on top of him, a thrill of possessive pride coursing through him as he licks his way into Derek's mouth and tastes himself on the other man's tongue. Stiles could happily stay like this forever, with the comforting weight and warmth of Derek's hips between his thighs, the sweet friction of Derek's length as it slides against his own, steadily grinding against him in long, languid thrusts — but it's his turn to take command. If they're going to do this — if his first time is going to be this, here and now, then he needs to be the one to do this, to choose each and every move.

Stiles rolls them over until he's the one on top, and Derek lets him, like it's easy, like they're equals in strength, lets Stiles position him until he's sitting upright in the center of the nemeton, Stiles a comforting weight in his lap, thighs bracketed between Stiles's hips. Stiles gives an experimental roll of his hips, feels Derek's hardened length slide in between the curves of his ass, and watches with a kind of breathless awe as Derek's eyes flicker between forest green and a bright, glowing blue. 

He wraps his arms around Derek's shoulders, braids his fingers through his hair, breath stuttering on a sudden rush of nerves. He's already prepared from Derek's earlier ministrations, from the succulent swirl of his tongue, the clever curl of his fingers — he aligns them, feels the head of Derek's cock twitch against his entrance in anticipation, before he's sinking down onto the length of him, overwhelmed by an all-encompassing pressure that feels like it's massaging tender, aching muscles that've been tightly coiled for years.

He starts at a slow, exploratory pace until he's grown accustomed to the selcouth sensation inside him, a series of low, whimpering moans spilling from his lips as he relaxes into the momentum and loses himself in the feeling of Derek beneath him, within him, wrapped around him as strong, gentle hands curl protectively around Stiles's waist. 

Derek's hair is silk between Stiles's nimble fingers, tugging just enough to drive him wild as he buries his face into the curve of Stiles's neck, all too willing to comply with Stiles's fervent requests for Derek to mark him, to make him his, as he licks a shivering stripe from the dip of Stiles's collarbones to the shell of his ear, and then retraces the path with his teeth, sucking a series of bruises into the column of Stiles's throat that leave him writhing and clawing at Derek's back, soft patches of red and purple blossoming in between a smattering of moles and freckles like a cosmic landscape.

They look at one another like nothing else matters, like nothing else in the whole of the universe exists but for each other — Stiles, like Derek is the ocean, and a siren's song swims in his veins; Derek, like Stiles painted the night sky and hung every glittering jewel of a star just for him — so wrapped up in one another that they spare no second thought to the curious crackle of magic that ignites in the air, catalyst to the impossible metamorphosis sparking to life all around them, because of them — so far fallen into the depths of each other's worlds that they don't even notice that wildflowers have started to bloom all around them, splashes of bright golden yellows, bold reds, and vibrant blues bursting out of the earth, fragrant as lilac, honeysuckle, and jasmine, a breath of spring in the dead of winter — until there is no trace of the nemeton, just a field of wildflowers left in its wake.

[angelicsoka]

RESCUE KODIAK ( yellowjackets )

SUMMARY it had been months since they had seen anyone from civilization, so when a group of researchers and their guide stumble upon the camp of the missing soccer team, the yellowjackets can't help but have mixed reactions. especially when it comes to the oddly attractive guide.

PAIRINGS kodiak x yellowjackets!fem!reader, platonic!yj characters x fem reader

WORD COUNT 3.4k (i got a little carried away)

WARNINGS AGE GAP!! the reader is 19! SMUT!! slight lottie slander (sorry pookie ily), shauna slander (I'm not that sorry lol). fighting and talk of blood and violence. slight season three spoilers. some characters may come off as a little ooc. not proofread. no uses of “y/n”. lowercase intended.

AUTHOR'S NOTE i've lowk been in love with joel mchale for like 3 years now but him as kodiak sealed that love... also thank you all for 500 followers!! i apologize for not being active :((

“fuck! lottie, what did you do?” it had all happened so fast. one second, you were all sitting around the fire when three people appeared at the edge of camp and the next second, lottie was standing over the body of one of the two men after putting an axe into the back of his head.

“they don’t belong. it doesnt want them here.” you looked on in shock. it was your chance to finally go home and lottie killed one of them. the woman looked at the dead man, moving to him before the remaining man grabbed her arm, “run!” they took off, the rest of the yellowjackets wasting no time to pursue them. the man turned around, firing a bolt from a crossbow at melissa, striking her in the shoulder.

“holy fuck!” it was like an instinct for the others to chase the two outsiders. you stood there frozen with shock, unable to process what had just happened. shauna shouted something to mari and gen, probably telling them to help melissa. with wide eyes, you watched as lottie sat beside the dead man, rubbing his blood onto her face. you finally broke from your trance by shauna as she bumped into you as she went to join the chase. you moved to help mari and gen with melissa, feeling empty and numb, unsure of what was to come.

it was early in the morning when the woman was brought back to camp. she fascinated the group, all who were curious about the world outside of the wilderness. you on the other hand stayed away, not wanting to get your hopes up, not after what lottie did. instead, you chose to hide in your hut, away from the others. you were exhausted to say the least, which allowed sleep to come to you easily. 

you weren't sure how long you had slept but by the time nat had woken you up, travis and akilah were back with the male guide. “wake up, we’re going home!” any sleep that remained was gone at natalie’s words. 

“no shit?” you asked with bugged eyes. “no shit.” natalie confirmed with a grin, offering her hand to you. natalie led you out of your hut, walking you past the two outsiders and toward the crash site. you slowed as you passed the two, your eyes locked with the man as he held an almost shit eating grin. your eyes left his, reading the name on his camouflage shirt: kodiak. you filtered your eyes back toward natalie, ignoring the feeling of his gaze on your back. 

it didn't take long to pack, not with what little stuff they had and how happy they were to finally be able to go home. travis stood with kodiak and the woman, hannah, pointing the crossbow they had confinstated from kodiak. “alright, everybody, listen up!” natalie turned toward the two, aiming the rifle at them, “we are testing you to get us there safely. and i think you know that we will kill you if you try any stupid shit.” she pointed the gun from kodiak to hannah before ultimately landing back on kodiak. 

“yeah, very clear.” kodiak’s voice came out roughly, clearly unhappy with the predicament he was in. natalie turned the gun to hannah, “yeah, we won't try anything.” she said in agreement. “we wanna go home too.” you watched from your spot beside mari, quietly fighting the grin that was slowly working its way onto your face.

“we’re going home, mar.” you whispered to the girl, who looked at you with a soft smile. this whole time you had been fighting the hope of going home, thinking that it would never happen, but now it was. 

“good, let’s fucking do this!” you cheered alongside some of the other girls, finally accepting the fact that you were really going home. that moment, however, was quickly ended by lottie.

“i’m staying.” you looked back, confusion on your face, much like the others.

“yeah, cute joke, lot.” lottie set her bag down. “i’m not joking.”

“lottie, what the fuck?” you spoke, heads turning your way. you hadn’t been the most outspoken person, but you were so ready to go home and nothing was going to stop that; especially not lottie matthews. “don’t fucking ruin this. we finally have our chance to go home!” you stepped toward her, anger in your eyes. 

“why?” misty asked, bewilderment on her face. natalie walked past you, talking quietly to lottie, giving her words of encouragement. “i can’t go back. if i go back, nothing will be…well. i won’t… i won’t be well. i won't be me! the me that was made out here.” you sighed softly. you understood that lottie had never felt more like herself than when she was out in the wilderness but that didn’t mean the same applied to the rest of the group. “and that unwellness that i feel, i feel it so deeply in my bones. we’re safer here.”

“fine, you know what, you stay then. everyone else, let's go.” you started to walk, joining travis with the prisoners. you heard the sound of a bag dropping to the ground, letting out a small groan at the sound of shauna speaking, “i’m staying too.”

“fucking christ!” you turned, unaware of kodiak’s eyes trained on you. natalie stormed back to shauna, clearly pissed off. “why would you want to stay, shauna?” 

“i don’t know.” you rolled your eyes, tired of all the bullshit. taissa set her bag down, joining the other two. van began to protest, dropping her bag as she told taissa to pick up her’s.

“whatever shauna and lottie have been feeling, i’ve been feeling too since those two arrived.” the hope that you once held slowly began to diminish as the exchange went on. 

“who cares! god, since when has that ever mattered to you? please, please, tai, look at me! you are not staying here!” van cried out, pleading with her girlfriend.

“i have to-”

“why?” you felt your heart sink with every word exchanged. “it’s what shauna said, something doesn’t feel right!”

“nothing about this is right! our fucking plane crashed, we’ve been stuck out here a whole winter! we can’t do that again!” you shouted from your spot, your frustration clear. “it would be wrong to ignore our rescue!” the three girls shook their heads in disagreement. “fucking hell! you know what, fine! fucking stay then, you’ve gone fucking insane.”

“the rest of us are going.” travis lifted the crossbow as you and the group began to walk toward the edge of camp. 

“no.” you turned on your heel at the sound of shauna, swiftly walking up to her. once you were close enough you swung at her, effectively knocking her on her ass. you weren’t quite sure what took over you, but you kept going as you bloodied her face with your fist. you didn’t hear the screaming and pleas for you to stop, too busy taking out your anger and hatred for shauna on her face. finally you were pulled back by travis, who held you to his chest as you thrashed about. “enough, enough.” he gritted into your ear, dragging you from shauna who sat there, bloodied and shocked. she would survive her injuries, you hadn’t beaten her nearly as bad as she had to lottie.

“you don’t get to tell us what to do, shauna. we’re fucking leaving.” you pushed travis off of you, picking up the crossbow he’d sat down when he went to pull you from shauna. “and if you try to stop us, i will not fucking hesitate to kill you. are we fucking clear?” shauna nodded as everyone watched on in shock. you were never a violent person so seeing you beat the shit out of shauna put a sort of fear in them. you walked toward kodiak and hannah, crossbow raised, “walk.” 

it was practically silent as the group followed kodiak through the wilderness. you weren’t sure how long you had been walking but it was nearly dark out and the rest of the group was beginning to lag behind. you, travis, and natalie had been the ones that kept up the best with hannah and kodiak, barely missing a beat. it was when mari stumbled and nearly fell with a cry that kodiak agreed to stop and rest for the night. 

“we will need someone to stand watch, especially with the outsiders.” you were helping natalie set up a small camp.

“we should do it in two shifts, that way we don’t tire out the whole group before we even leave tomorrow.” natalie nodded in agreement, pulling out a few tattered blankets from a bag.

“why don’t i take hannah and we will take the second shift. do you want me to see if travis will take kodiak for the first shift?” natalie asked, looking over to where travis stood guard by hannah and kodiak.

“no, we may need him to hunt, it's probably best if i take the first shift with him.” natalie looked at you with skepticism, “i can handle myself, nat. plus, i’ll have the gun in case he tries anything stupid.” although she still seemed unsure, natalie nodded in agreement before going back to finishing the camp set up.

it was nearly pitch black out, the only light coming from the moon. you sat against a tree, rifle in hand as you looked out at a clearing in the wilderness. opposite of you was kodiak who hadn’t spoken since you had brought him over to the trees, instead only watching you with a keen eye. “y’know, it's rude to stare.” you muttered, only now looking over to him. kodiak interested you, he looked like he fit in more with your group than hannah did, fitted with a camouflage shirt, scars littered across his body. you weren’t sure if you found him attractive because he was the first man you had seen in months, who wasn’t coach ben or travis of course, or if it was the mystery that surrounded him. maybe, it was a little bit of both. 

“it's also rude to tie the hands of the man that’s going to get you home.” kodiak bit back quickly which earned him a smirk from you.

“fair enough,” kodiak smirked, intrigue in his eyes. “i’ll untie you, but if you try any stupid shit i will shoot you.” you moved the gun so it rested against your back, using a pocket knife you had found while packing to cut his ties. you went back to your spot against the tree as kodiak stretched out. silence blanketed you two for some time.

“so, kodiak,” you drew his name out, “tell me about yourself.” he looked at you with an unamused look on his face. “what? it’ll be a while before nat gets up for the second shift, so i figured we should make the time pass a little faster by getting to know each other.” you shrugged as his face stayed the same, sighing at his uncooperativeness. “fine, i’ll go first. i’m nineteen, i used to be the yearbook committee leader. that's why i was on the stupid flight, so i could document the yellowjackets’ trip to nationals. now, it's your turn.” you nodded for him to continue but he remained silent, an unreadable look on his face. “man, come on! you gotta give me something here!” 

“not much to say,” kodiak said gruffly after a moment of silence. “followed a buck into the woods and never came out.” you didn't say anything as you began to fight the sleep that was trying to take over. after a moment of silence, kodiak spoke again, “you can sleep. i’ll watch the camp. we’ve got a long day ahead of us.” you gave him an unimpressed look, there was no way you were going to fall for that, no matter how kind he appeared in that moment.

“yeah, no. not happening. you’ll probably run off with the gun, or kill us.” you yawned the last part, rubbing at your eyes.

“fine then, but i won’t hesitate to leave you behind if you can’t keep up.” you let out a sarcastic laugh. “and i won't hesitate to shoot you if you try to leave me behind. somewhere nonlethal of course.” you bit back. kodiak didn’t reply, instead you both let the silence blanket you once more. you spent the rest of the time fighting sleep until natalie came toward you, hannah in tow.

“go get some sleep, we’ll stand guard.” she stopped when she saw kodiak’s unbound hands. she sent you a questioning look but said nothing. you got up, kodiak slowly standing up as you walked to natalie.

“he didn’t try anything so i doubt she will either.” you nodded to hannah. “it might be better if we leave them untied, y’know, to gain their trust.” natalie didn’t say anything as you led kodiak to one tent that they had managed to snag from the researchers’ camp. it had been agreed that you and natalie would share the tent with the prisoners, that way it wouldn’t be easy to sneak out.

you made kodiak crawl in first before joining him. the space was kind of tight and there was only one sleeping bag and a couple of tattered blankets. you shivered, taking a seat as you pulled your knees to your chest. “here.” kodiak tossed a blanket to you. “take the sleeping bag. it’s too small for me anyway.” you didn’t argue as you crawled into the sleeping bag, pulling the blanket around your shoulders before using the excess to make a makeshift pillow. you turned over, back to kodiak, as you prepared for sleep to take over. until it didn’t. 

you had spent so long trying to stay awake, you were no longer tired. at least, not to the point where you could fall asleep easily. you turned over to your other side, eyes still closed as you wished for sleep to come to you. when that didn’t work, you turned onto your stomach. and then onto your back. and then back to your side again. kodiak let out a frustrated sigh, “some of us are trying to sleep you know?” he grumbled, turning to face you as you finally opened your eyes. the distance between you didn’t seem nearly as far as when your eyes were closed.

“can’t help it. can’t sleep.” you muttered, suddenly aware of how close the two of you were. you shivered again, pulling the blanket tighter in hopes of creating more warmth, kodiak let out another sigh as you turned over yet again. you felt kodiak shift, his body brushing your’s ever so slightly as he settled down. you laid there, still and quiet, until eventually you fell asleep.  

when you woke, an arm had been tossed over your body and your back was against something solid. you looked over your shoulder, admiring kodiak’s peaceful look as he slept. it was weird seeing him so at ease, like he hadn’t threatened to leave you behind just hours before. 

“it's rude to stare, y’know.” kodiak’s eyes remained closed, his voice barely above a whisper. you tried to move away from him but his grip only tightened. “you wouldn’t stop shivering, was gettin’ on my nerves.” you weren’t sure what to do in that moment, any sleep that remained quickly disappeared, leaving you wide awake and incredibly anxious. you began to try to get more comfortable, unaware of exactly how much you were moving up against kodiak as you did so. “would you stop moving? go back to sleep.”

“can’t.” you laid on your back, eyes staring at the shadows that danced around the top of the tent. you felt kodiak shift slightly, his arm leaving your waist as something hard brushing past your thigh. your breath hitched as you realized what it was and you prayed he didn’t hear you.

“you’re not exactly subtle, you know that?” he muttered, looking over to you as you kept your eyes trained on the shadows. “shouldn’t have been movin’ around like that.” you felt your cheeks heat up, unsure of how to respond.

“sorry.” you apologized as kodiak muttered something you couldn’t quite pick up. you didn’t ask him to repeat himself, too busy wishing the sinful thoughts away. you shouldn't feel this way, not for someone as dangerous and unpredictable as kodiak, but god was he tempting. “fuck it.” you muttered, kodiak looking over at you with an unreadable look as you sat up. kodiak sat up on his elbows as you lunged forward, kissing him with fever. kodiak tensed for a moment before he leaned into the kiss. he pulled you to his chest as you climbed into his lap, fingers tangled in his hair as his hands found your hips. you ground down on his hard-on, chasing friction as kodiak groaned into your mouth. kodiak pulled back from you, enticing a whine from you. he moved his hands from your hips, clamping a hand over your mouth, his other hand placed on the back of your neck as he leaned close, whispering into your ear.

“quiet or the others will hear us, and you wouldn't want them to catch us.” you bucked your hips at his words, oddly turned on by the idea of being caught. “naughty girl, you like the idea of being caught don’t you?” you whimpered into his hand pathetically, bucking your hips in hopes of finding any kind of friction. “will you be quiet?” you nodded, looking at him with blown pupils. kodiak removed his hand from your mouth, helping pull your shirt over your head. you ignored any feeling of self consciousness as kodiak placed open mouth kisses along your neck and down your chest. “fuck, look at you.” your cheeks heated up once more, “all for me.”

“fuck, kodi, please. i need you.” kodiak looked at you with lust in his eyes before hooking an arm under one of your legs, moving you onto your back. you fumbled with the button on his pants, desperate to get him out of them. “please.” you sounded so pathetic which seemed to only turn kodiak on even more. you finally got the button undone as he helped you shimmy out of the tattered sweats you wore, kodiak pulling you into another kiss as he pushed your underwear to the side before inserting a finger. kodiak captured your moan in the kiss, his pace slow and deliberate before beginning to speed up.

“keep making those pretty sounds,” you moaned quietly, kodiak’s lips curling into a smirk, “good girl.” you whined, looking at kodiak with pleading eyes. “use your words.”

“please, i need you.” he gave you a pointed look, his fingers coming to an abrupt stop. you were so close and he was fucking teasing you. “i need your cock, kodi. please!” he looked down on you, clearly pleased by the position he had you in, needy and pathetic. kodiak lined his cock up against your entrance, giving you a moment to adjust to his size, waiting for your approval before moving. “i can’t wait to ruin you,” he sucked on the sweet spot on your neck, “you’re mine. say it.”

“all yours, kodi. all yours.” kodiak’s pace went from almost delicate to rough at your words. you kissed along kodiak’s neck, moaning and whining as he hit your sweet spot over and over again. 

“so fucking tight.” he nipped at your neck, marking it up. you were too busy trying to reach your own climax to worry about the others seeing them later on.

“fuck, i’m close.” you whispered, gasping as he wrapped a hand around your throat. he didn't squeeze tightly, simply applying a small amount of pressure which was enough to make you see stars as you came. you bite down on your lip tightly, drawing blood in an attempt to stay quiet as kodiak kept going, his pace relentless. he buried his head into your neck as he came, biting on your neck slightly before pulling you into a hungry kiss. “good girl.” he whispered against your ear, moving to lay beside you with a strong arm over your waist. 

you both laid there, catching your breaths as you listened to the sound of the wilderness outside your tent. you felt your eyelids begin to droop, heavy with sleep. you felt kodiak’s breath on your neck, slowly evening out. for the first time in months you fell into a comfortable sleep, comforted by the fact that you were finally going home.

[sangoqueenkoko]

Alhaitham

“i just asked (Y/N) out…”

fluff

DENDRO MASTERLIST | DRABBLE MASTERLIST

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Valentine’s Day prompt: “i just asked (Y/N) out…”

Warnings? Two bad words (bastard and fuck)

Featuring Cyno, Kaveh and Tighnari!

Note: i genuinely didn’t expect Alhaitham to win, but i like how he matches the prompt! and i used Uno online for this. please let me. it's for a VOD reference.

and happy belated birthday to the man himself! rerun when?

1.2k words.

It's February time once again, so you know what that means. Valentine's Day! And that also means that every other shop and stall in Sumeru city would have a hint of pink within their products, aka, Valentine's gifts.

That includes Lambad's tavern, and they have a new Valentine's menu.

One of these menus was placed on every table throughout the tavern. And they would be picked up or looked at regardless.

And one of them was being cleared for a... card game. TCG to be more specific.

A blonde guy picked up a menu, looking at one side before turning it over to look at the other side, he looked rather young. As he did his two other friends who were setting up the game. One with black hair and one ash-white.

He sighed, "another year, another instance of seeing others around you happy with another.”

"You say this just about every year, Kaveh" the ash-white-haired one, also known as Cyno, said as he shuffled the deck of cards before dividing them into four smaller decks. One for each quarter of the table. "It never changes."

"Something should change soon" the black-haired person, Tighnari said, as he bought some drinks to start off the game. He set them down on the table just as the fourth friend came in and joined them.

"Well look who finally decided to show up!" Kaveh said with his hands on his hips, shaking his head with a sigh. The grey-haired feeble scholar walked over, sitting down at one of the chairs and immediately crossed his arms. He only hummed in response.

The day contained many games of TCG and many drinks, and no one managed to get drunk, surprisingly. They even tried a new card game.

Uno.

It took some time to get used to the game and its rules but it did lead to some laughable moments.

"Kaveh, I'm really curious," Cyno said as he looked over his deck with a smirk before placing down a blue seven, "let me see your hand."

This meant they had to swap decks. And Kaveh wasn't happy.

"NOOOO" he shrieked, garnering some confused looks from the tavern's other patrons. This made Alhaitham let out a laugh.

"You bastard!" Kaveh cursed.

As well as...

"Fuck 'em up, Nari" Cyno quipped.

"Uh.. okay..." Tighnari had two cards left, and Kaveh had one, which was a wild card. But Tighnari put down a +1, which made Kaveh...

"OOUUUAAAGH!" Again. Garnering the confused and slightly concerned look of other patrons.

"Nice, nice" Cyno complimented, "well done."

"Damn, that was a shriek," Alhaitham said with a slight wince as he sat beside an annoyed Kaveh.

Later that evening, not long before the tavern would be closing, they finished their current game and packed it all away.

Tighnari stood to the side looking around absentmindedly while the others waited for Cyno to organise his cards and put them away when he thought of something.

He has Cyno as a makeshift Valentine's, they do it as a friendship type of thing. Kaveh isn't bothered with the occasion this year as he's working on a big project and won't have the time for it. And that left a question for Alhaitham.

"Hey Alhaitham?" he spoke, the seemingly stone-faced man looked towards him in response, "When are you going to get a partner? I am sure with your charms you'll be able to win them over."

That made all three of the other men's attention focus on him, Cyno seemed to have frozen regarding the question and Kaveh seemed surprised. The only one that didn't seem to have a visible reaction was the man himself - Alhaitham. Of course.

"Who's to say I don't?" he said rhetorically, "you don't know that. I don't need to tell you all about my dating life."

"Wai-wai-wait" Cyno said, holding the card deck in its box in one of his hands, "just give it to us straight. Are you dating someone or not? Just say yes or no."

And he replied with a simple, "no."

It is true. He wasn't dating anyone. But it isn't a lie when he wishes that he was. He has seen someone around the city on some occasions. He has met with them a couple of times too. And they have hung out with him and the others too.

That being you.

Yes, you.

He wishes he could get to know you on a more personal level, but he wasn't quite sure how to approach you. Yes, he has the 'charms,' but sometimes they wouldn't always work surprisingly enough. Nor had he had the time to actually use them, he was at the Akadamiya all day and got home late sometimes, the only person he saw the most out of work was Kaveh, even that was debatable sometimes.

"Why don't you, you know, get out there and get to know some people," Cyno said, "touch some grass."

Kaveh and Tighnari sighed at his ‘joke.’

"Whatever" Alhaitham hummed before he mumbled, "I already have an.. interest in someone." He thought no one would hear. But a part of his soul left his body when Kaveh reacted.

"WHAT?!" Kaveh exclaimed. At this point, they were in the area in front of the tavern, overlooking the small port of Sumeru city. People's attention was brought to him again.

"Would you keep your voice down??" Alhaitham hissed. He was tired of this conversation already so he does what he's done multiple times.

He just walks away, back home. Without saying anything.

Kaveh would follow later after saying his goodbyes to Cyno and Tighnari.

A few days later, Alhaitham was around in the city for a walk when he ran into you, doing your own errands, and he was taken aback for some reason. Despite you hanging around with the four of them from time to time. The five of you were good friends.

"Oh, hey Alhaitham" you smiled kindly with a polite wave, you noticed that the tips of his ears were going red quickly, yet you never mentioned it.

"Oh, hey (Y/N)" Alhaitham said with his constant straight expression, trying to not give away his blushing emotions. But he didn't know that he was technically failing. "May I ask what you're doing today?"

Surprised by the sudden question, you replied back with delight, "oh, I am just doing some errands. Want to join me?"

"I don't see why not."

The next time Alhaitham, Cyno, Kaveh and Tighnari met up again for TCG was a little while later as it was best for each other's schedules, and, surprise surprise, Alhaitham was the last one to arrive.

Some time into the day, between games, they would have a chat. And the current topic of discussion was how each other's 'Valentine's' went. And it was good. Good.

Tighnari and Cyno hung out together as friends.

And Kaveh finally got some well-deserved rest.

But when they asked how Alhaithams went, they were quite surprised, to say the least at the answer. Even Kaveh, who lives with him, had no idea about this until now.

"i just asked (Y/N) out..."

[morningstargirl666]

What are the small character head canons you have? I love the life you breathe into TBBW and I think alot of that comes from both your incredible skill at character writing, and just writing in general, but also the small notes of mundanity you add. I just adore it!

Omg there are so many. How much time do you have? Hehehe

[rubs hands together]

What the hell, let's do it. In fact, I'll break it down by characters:

[long ass character head canons under the cut]

Klaus: Sleeps with a knife under his pillow. In fact, me and @stars-and-darkness have had many conversations about the various knives he keeps on his person, being the paranoid bastard he is. Also just as control freak-coded as Caroline. Breaks his fingers as a nervous tick, left over from his time under the Curse of the Five and the whoppingly high pain tolerance he has, thanks to his werewolf side. Doesn't have a favourite blood type because he's a whore---unless the blood of his enemies counts.

Caroline: Worries her lip when anxious, or pushes her hair behind her ear, because she's used to it down but it's not straight like Elena's, and often gets in her eyes. Probably spent an entire week working out the best way to brew blood and coffee together. Canonically eats a lot to curve the worst of the bloodlust cravings and loves good food, regardless of the effect it has on her waist. Has all her college options colour coded and alphebetised---probably her pro and con list for dating Klaus too. Favourite blood type is B+

Sam: Pain tolerance is higher than Nik's, and that's no easy feat, mostly due to learning to turn so young (but also because werewolves have an insane tolerance to pain, thanks to their bodies deciding to rewrite their very cells for funsies once every month). Acts all innocent and angelic, when in reality, he's just as feral as the rest of them. Runs his hand through his hair when he's stressed or tired---it's a complete mess most of the time, and Kiera has long since given up trying to tame the unruly bird's nest. Is in love with an artist and brother to another, but knows fuck all about art. Has a passion for music though, and can play the guitar. Favourite blood type is O-.

Kol: Clumsy as fuck. Sleeps like the dead. Snores like a freight train. Will sleep with anything that has two legs; has probably been to an orgy or two. Or five (honestly, he's lost count). Also has a sense of wanderlust that exceeds that of his siblings---he's curious, and an explorer, both of magic and the world. Loves fire. Loves gasoline even more. Laughs to hide real pain. Favourite blood type is AB- (the rarest of them all).

Rebekah: Because she still dreams of finding the love of her life, and mourns the motherhood she could have had, you'd think Rebekah would be the stereotype of a fragile woman who needs a man to save her. In reality, her brothers are scared to spar with her because she's probably taken their eye out more than once, and fights dirtier than them all combined, in order to get the upper hand on boys much older and stronger than her. Her temper rivals that of Klaus, she's a fitful sleeper who rolls around like a starfish and is prone to kicking anyone near, and a completely spoiled princess. Because as well as being scared of her, her brothers also can't say no to her. Comes with the youngest sibling territory. Of the same thread, can not cook to save her life. Would probably burn water. Haven't really thought about her preferred blood type yet, but probably A+? Because her and Caroline are the same in many aspects, just different flavours.

Kiera: Badass motherfucker. Origin of the meme, call an ambulance but not for me. Is as infamous as The Originals in supernatural circles, mostly because she was the one the Originals called if they wanted someone dead. Very much a sireling of Klaus' bloodline. Also just a babygirl tho. Loves pretty, sparkly things (yess I'm keeping with the crow motif sue me), and once got Sam a dog toy as gag gift for christmas. It lives dog-eared and religiously chewed every full moon on their sofa. Loves abstract art, prefers painting to sketching unlike Klaus who's the opposite, and ain't too shabby at pottery and sculpture either. Would have had a fling with Rebekah if the siblings didn't have a rule about sleeping with each other's ex's after the whole Mary Porter incident. Can drink most men under the table. Constantly 100% done with the Mikaelsons and their bullshit, and would not feel out of place on an episode of The Office. Doesn't have a preferred blood type, but does like her blood warm rather than cold.

Elijah: Diagnosed with eldest daughter syndrome because big bro was too busy seeking mummy and daddy's approval to actually look after the younger kids, and, well---someone had to stop Kol face-planting into the fire because he liked the flames so much and was trying to catch them. Of this same thread, Elijah loves to cook. You'll probably find him in the kitchen, humming away chopping vegetables while some cooking show plays in the background. Probably accidentally invented pasta or some shit. Wars have raged for his baked goods, as well as lead to a few daggering incidents. Also a complete snob. In fact, snobby enough to wear $9000 suits on the daily and steals Rebekah's fashion catologues to critique the new trends. Secretly here for all the goss, but would die before he admitted it. Keeps himself respectable and polished ALL the time, adjusting his cufflinks or fixing his tie as nervous ticks because he 'accidentally' chomped a little too hard on his first love and may have got covered in her blood one time. After he very horribly killed and ate her. Very traumatic for him, you understand. ANYWAY---

Lycaon: Pretends to be the only fucking normal person in this family. He's not. He's so dramatic he chased Mikael across the seven corners of the earth---across literal oceans---accidentally starting a blood feud and consequential war between species all because he lost the kids in the custody battle. He likes to make wood carvings to keep his hands busy and mind occupied (no doubt where Klaus gets his creative streak), as well as to starve off the trauma of watching your entire pack get murdered in front of you. Also a health junkie and helicopter mom, tries not to drink in front of the kids but is going to down a whole bottle by the end of the night. Probably should be on some serious anxiety meds because this is his third breakdown of the week and he's starting to feel murderous again. There is nothing normal about this man.

Stefan: An absolute car nerd! Would be a mechanic in another life, often found smelling of engine oil with smudges on his face and fingers. Secretly fangirled over Klaus' 1920s bentley but never said it to his face out of spite. Would cry over killing a fly. Likes to brood and be dramatic, which is probably why Klaus liked him so much. Also has a penchant of brutally murdering people when he goes on a bender, which you know, probably endeared him to Klaus even more. Likes all the O blood types because they're common, and he's too busy tearing necks to notice and savour the taste anyways, despite Klaus and Rebekah's efforts to teach him (he's unteachable, they tried).

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isn't it romantic? | myg (01)

ENTRY ONE: Me Before You

⟶ SERIES MASTERPOST

Many things in life have a polar opposite: left and right, night and day, yin and yang, you and Min Yoongi... Hopeless romantic meets gloomy cynic. The only thing you seem to share is a magazine column but even then, you still can’t seem to understand how Yoongi can be called ‘The Love Doctor’ when he is the antithesis of everything love represents.

pairing: yoongi x f!reader; side/past taehyung x f!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni)

genre/warnings: coworkers to lovers, magazine writers au, fluff, angst, eventual smut; central themes of cheating (not between yoongi and oc), swearing (a staple in this household 😗), one bit is a lilllll suggestive?, mentions of drinking, i think that's it hmmm, barely edited bc u know how we do

word count: 5.1k

note: this is the yoongi brainrot speaking !!! the banner for this entry is one of my all time favorite pics of him and i will find a way to use it in everything !!! but erhm yeah iir is officially starting and i'm very curious to see what y'all think about it 😗 please like it haha jk no i'm serious please like it it's my baby

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

I waste my breath on a prayer, you don't care, I was never a part of your plan, You can't make a God of somebody, Who's not even half of a half-decent man.

I Burned LA Down - Noah Cyrus

Half your life, you hated blue.

You often associated it with so many bad things - loss, betrayal, loneliness. The great big storm. The end of life.

Most of the pigtails-wearing girls in your class disliked it because it was often a boy’s color. You hated it because of a stranger on a beach.

Then you discovered Blue Side (as ironic as the name was), the magazine that everybody and their mother was reading. There was this column - the Love Maze (as corny as it sounded) - that had your 15-year-old self hooked from the first article you read, “Flirty Pickup Lines to Text Your Crush”. It gave you a nice little distraction from the reality of your fucked up family.

You’d get home from school and dive right into it. You could count on the maze for a new article every day, covering all kinds of things - cute little quizzes, daily love horoscopes, relationship tidbits…

You started reading it religiously because it was stupid, and fun, but it was more than that too. They covered real-life stories of actual people, which you’d never really thought about. For the most part, it was tedious. Rekindling with an old flame whilst grocery shopping, accidentally spilling coffee on a stranger who then asked you out on the spot, etc. Things like that. You found them so… unremarkable. 

But then it went beyond that, when they told their stories looking back on years and years after that first happenstance. How there was love in the mundane. How there was love every single day, even on the bad ones. How there was a spark that two people cared for and nurtured into a warm fire that never burnt out.

How there was love.

How there was always love.

To you, that was magical. It was something you’d only ever heard about in fairytales when you were a kid.

You still remember the exact moment when it all changed for you.

You met Kim Taehyung during your third week at Blue Side, where you were a wide-eyed assistant editor who somehow wiggled her way into a position there, and he was an effortlessly charming graphic designer.

Admittedly, the first time that you two had ever talked, wasn’t under ideal circumstances. You were tucked away behind the office building, nails digging into your palms at 3PM on a sunny but freezing afternoon, willing your tears to stay where they belonged. You’d felt severely underqualified, like you were only flailing about, trying to keep your head above water but something kept pulling at your feet, not stopping until you were at the very bottom. People always talked about how your early 20s were the most beautiful and freeing years, when you could truly live and feel your youth blossom all around you. But that just wasn’t true. Those were the loneliest years of your life.

Taehyung had found you then, while he was out for a quick smoke break. He could’ve made a lame excuse and left, or simply pretended to not notice you were even there, but he stayed. He approached you and asked what was wrong. He offered you words of reassurance and encouragement even though you were nothing but a stranger to him.

You were touched by his simple act of kindness and his endearing smile. Maybe it’s because you’d never been offered much kindness throughout your life that his small gesture seemed like everything. In a way, it was everything. He looked like the kind of fairytale love that you’d only seen in movies, only read about in Love Maze. To this day, a part of you still thinks that you fell in love with him the very second he asked, “Are you okay?”

The timing felt right.

Taehyung felt right.

He, too, was like the sun in the middle of a cold and isolating winter.

You remember the color of his sweater, and it was then that you realized blue didn’t have to be so bad after all.

[15:39] You: what r u doing tonight?

[15:45] Tae ♡: probably just head home after the gym. play a couple matches with Jungkook. hope i don’t die boiling water for ramen and hit the hay early

[15:46] Tae ♡: miss you :(

[15:49] You: thanks

[15:52] Tae ♡: mean

[15:53] You: lol 😇

[15:54] You: i miss you too <3

[15:56] Tae ♡: can’t you come back earlier?

[15:58] You: there’s only a week left. you’re a big boy, u can handle it :)

That was a lie. You were already on the train when you sent him that text, bouncing your leg all the way back to the city at the mere thought of surprising him with your early return. You’d taken a leave from work to visit your family, spent some time somewhere quieter, away from the hustle and bustle of the big city.

You watch as the scenery passes by, fast-paced like you’re in a montage. The rest of forever is right around the corner. You wish you could skip to your happily ever after and not have to rewind the tape ever again.

When the diamond on your ring finger catches the sunlight coming from outside the window, you allow yourself a blissful sigh as you gaze at the jewelry adorning your hand. But if you’re being honest, it doesn’t fit anymore, at least that’s what you’ve noticed over the past month. It’s a little loose now, not quite noticeable but you can still make out the slight difference if you concentrate hard enough. You should get it resized soon, maybe later this week now that your schedule has cleared up earlier than expected.

Three weeks is a lot of time to spend around only your family, you realize. You thought you could do it - seeing that you hadn’t been back in a while - but the second you stepped foot into your childhood home, you remembered what a dysfunctional household you had.

It was nice while it lasted, which wasn’t very long. You did all you could, bit your tongue and tried to suppress that unresolved anger until it eventually became too much to handle. Your mom has always been a complainer. Nobody likes talking about it, but she’d bring up the same old shit almost every day even though you all know what happened. Your dad would just sit there and listen as she berates him in front of you and your sister, and you suppose he keeps quiet because there’s really nothing to be said in his defense. It was his crime, and this is his punishment.

Sometimes, you wonder why dad still stays. Sometimes, you wonder why mom still lets him.

You just wanted to go, even though this was supposed to be home. You want to leave every time you visit, and it’s a haunting feeling that keeps following you around your whole life. Why is home always a place you want to leave?

When you arrived back in the city, the first place you went to was Taehyung’s apartment. You lounged about, enjoying the much needed silence after two whole weeks with your family, killing time as you waited for your fiance to return from work.

You thought about you and Taehyung, and how your wedding was only months away but this was still his place. You wondered why you hadn’t moved in yet, though it wasn’t for a lack of trying on his part. Even though you spent most days of the week at Taehyung’s, you still had your own place.

Twenty minutes before he was usually supposed to come home, you ordered from his favorite restaurant, so he would have a proper meal once he was back, instead of half-assing his dinner with flavorless ramen like he’d planned. 

But Taehyung didn’t come back, and the food has been cold for hours now.

You glance at your phone again.

11:02 PM.

No new notifications.

The last message you sent him was around 8:30 - just a simple Whatcha doing? - but he hasn’t replied. 

There’s a small part of you that goes into a dark place, and you physically have to shake off the thoughts. Taehyung has never given you a reason not to trust him, but still, the wandering thoughts can’t help themselves. Is it insecurity, or paranoia? Or have you been programmed to be skeptical after everything that’s happened?

Maybe he’s just caught up with work. Maybe the guys at the office had last minute plans. Maybe Jungkook showed up unannounced and dragged Taehyung into one of his shenanigans again. There’s a lot of reasons to explain why he isn’t home when he said he would be.

You wait for him. Sometimes, waiting is all you can do.

You don’t get any indication of life until some time after midnight, when the door opens and you hear him stumble into the hallway. The first thing that escapes you is a sigh of relief - relieved that he’s home, safe and sound, and not out there somewhere doing things you would really not even let yourself imagine. You sit there on the couch, shrouded by darkness, now even more committed to making him squeal out of his skin after (unintentionally) making you wait for hours like that.

You carefully listen to the sounds coming from down the hall, trying to time when you’ll jump up and shock him.

There’s his shoes dropping to the floor carelessly. There’s some shuffling as he moves about, navigating his way through the dark. There’s a light thud, the sound of something hitting the wall softly.

A sharp intake of breath. His familiar groan, muffled. A whimper, feminine.

Your mind instantly blanks, and that nervous breath from before has suddenly found its way back into your lungs, growing in size until you stand up and say, “Tae?”

Somebody shrieks, and it’s neither you nor Taehyung.

When he switches on the lights, you don’t know what to focus on first - your fiance with his shirt unbuttoned, red lipstick smudged around the corners of his mouth; or the woman next to him with her back against the wall, hair disheveled, one strap of her pretty blue dress pulled down.

Huh.

If this was what you wanted, then you suppose you succeeded.

Taehyung stares at you, eyes blown wide, mouth opening and closing dumbly as he searches for words. “Y/N, I-” he stutters, “w-what are you doing here?”

You’ve seen this exact moment in movies, read it in books and online posts on the Blue Side forum from people seeking advice. You witnessed your own mother go through it when you had just learned how to read. 

Your nails dig into the palm of your hands as you steady yourself. You’re not sure what your face is showing, if it’s even showing anything at all. You’re being pulled apart in every direction. Things that you felt as a child are things you never wanted to feel as an adult. It’s not until now that you finally understand why mom hasn’t gotten over it, even though it’s been decades. This is the kind of hurt that chases you wherever you go, never relenting until it makes sure it has a home deep within your bones.

You inhale a shaky breath, and take a step back when Taehyung starts approaching you. “Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he says, his voice cracking on the apology. 

You don’t want to hear any of it. You don’t want to be here anymore. For the second time today, you’re leaving home. For the second time in your life, home is being taken away again.

Somewhere in the back of your head, a tiny voice echoes, There it is.

You run out of there, feeling like the ceiling is going to collapse on you. You hear him call out your name, but his voice drifts further and further away as you move. Taehyung isn’t even following you. The faint scent of whiskey on his breath follows you out, but not him.

You keep moving until you’re out on the street, until you can’t even see the building anymore. You shiver from the chilly air, and the influx of emotions that threatens to make you burst. Lightning cuts across the night sky, flashing bright for a split second before everything dulls into darkness again. The forecast said it was going to rain tonight, you recall. Your phone in your bag vibrates the whole time, but still, no one follows you.

Your feet slow to a halt when the first drop of rain hits the ground. You’re not even sure how long you were walking, but now that you’ve stopped, you notice the shiver is gone. You’re standing completely still, and that those seismic waves in the center of your chest from earlier are nowhere to be found.

Oh. You’re doing it again.

Heavier drops start to dampen the earth.

You don’t know where else to go.

Not your own apartment. Not now. No, it’s too empty there.

Maybe it’s a sign from the universe, that you’re just undeserving of a place to belong.

You open your phone to find his name on your screen, next to the words (7) missed calls. You ring up the only person you can, and when she finally picks up, you say, “Can I come over?”

Even when your voice cracks, you don’t cry. The earthquake never comes.

Sohee takes you in like the good friend she is. You’re grateful that she was someone you could count on to always have your back at work, who then turned into one of your best friends outside of the office too.

She gives you some clothes to change into, and doesn’t question anything when you ask if you could spend the night. Though, you have a feeling that she knows who this is about. She leaves you alone to get some rest, but it’s probably because she has work in the morning too, and it was already 1:30AM when you interrupted her peace and quiet with the call.

You don’t sleep a wink that night.

Instead, you think about your mom, and how she must have felt when she found out about your dad’s infidelity, time and time again. It’s true what they say, children really don’t know a lot about their parents. 

How did she feel when she first found out? You can’t imagine what it must have been like, going through all of that while having two kids to think about too.

You feel bad that just yesterday, you’d been so annoyed with her that you cut your trip short.

Outside Sohee’s windows, the sky cries, like it’s grieving in place of you, its tears drowning the earth in waves of sorrow. For a moment, you consider stepping out there, to feel the rain on your face and in your hair. But in the end, you stay inside, where you’re sheltered and dry.

You don’t realize that the sun has risen until Sohee knocks on your - well, her - door. 

She cracks it open gently. “Babe?” she asks, tentative like you’re a cornered animal, ready to bolt at any given moment. “Are you up?”

You lie in her bed, feeling so foreign in your own skin. You reckon your eyes must be bloodshot from the lack of sleep. You haven’t even cried once.

“I’m alive,” you tell her, as you stare up at the ceiling. There are no stars here, just plain cream-colored paint.

“Okay,” you hear her say, then she pauses for a moment, clearly not knowing how to proceed. 

Sohee approaches you, sits on the bed, and gives you a smile. She pats your hair, and it reminds you of your sister. “You wanna tell me what’s wrong? I have some time before I meet Namjoon for breakfast.”

You sit up, reaching for your phone on the bedside table. It’s been switched off since you got here, and when you turn it back on, a flurry of texts light up the device until the screen lags. Messages from Taehyung, asking where you were, begging you to tell him if you were safe.

You open the texts to show him that you’ve read them. That should be enough of an answer.

You test the words in your mouth for a moment. “Taehyung cheated on me,” you say, thinking that if you verbalize it, it would be real and you would finally feel bad. That it was just a delayed reaction, that you were just too in shock to process anything. You want to feel bad, but it doesn’t work.

Sohee’s eyes widen almost comically. “Are you fucking serious?” she asks in disbelief, half because of the nature of the news itself, and half because of how calm you are.

“He cheated on me,” you repeat and still, nothing surfaces. If anything, it backfires. You can physically feel yourself doing it again - shutting down. “I caught him last night.”

You’re not sure what’s wrong with you. This isn’t a normal person’s reaction after they found out their fiance was cheating on them.

But.

It is a you reaction. 

You keep doing this, even when you don’t mean to. You ran away last night, and you’re running away now. Your body shuts out every negative emotion until you feel nothing at all. It’s stupid that you do this, and it’s stupid that you don’t know how to stop doing it.

Fight or flight, and you choose flight every time. Every single fucking time.

You wish you could give Sohee something, anything would do. Scream, cry, go back to your apartment to set fire to all of Taehyung’s belongings. Anything would be better than this complete lack of emotions you’re showing. 

You watch her face as it happens, things that you should be feeling but aren’t. She’s mostly shocked, angry, but not hurt. How could she? She wasn’t the one being played for a fool. You wish you could ask her to give you some of that anger, even if it’s only a fraction.

You don’t see Taehyung again until two days later, when he shows up at your door. Even when he’s standing in front of you, words spilling from his lips like prayers instead of apologies, you just feel… empty.

You let him inside, and the second that the door closes behind him, you fill up with unease. All your walls are up again, your system on high alert. Everything in your body is telling you that there’s an intruder in your space. Your feet are ready to bolt, just itching to get out of there Go, your head says, you’re not safe here.

Taehyung approaches you, tries to hold your hand, but you just shrug him off. The man in front of you visibly deflates, and despite the way his face falls, you don’t soften. 

The first thing he asks you is, “Why didn’t you cry?”

“What?”

“You don’t look like you’ve been crying,” he points out. “Did you cry?”

Reluctantly, you admit, “No.”

Then he just stares at you. When his judgmental gaze holds yours, you feel guilty. Guilty that you’re not mourning the death of this relationship. Guilty that you’re just letting it go, but the truth is you don’t have any fight in you. You don’t see the point in trying to salvage what’s no longer alive.

“Do you even love me?” His voice is hard when he asks this, like he’s trying to keep his anger at bay.

“Of course I love you,” you say, but it lacks conviction. You both know it. The words sound so flaccid coming out of your mouth.

But you love him.

You do.

Did?

“Then why didn’t you cry?”

How do you tell him that you can’t? That you don’t know how?

How do you tell him that if you could, you would reach inside and claw out your feelings like digging for water in a desert. 

What the hell is wrong with you? This isn’t a high school crush, or a casual summer fling.

You two were supposed to get married, for fuck’s sake. You were supposed to spend the rest of your life with him. If there’s anything that could make you break through those godforsaken defense mechanisms to let the hurt in, it should be this.

“Did you kiss someone else just to see if I would cry?” you ask. Your voice is even, and you can see that it makes Taehyung more frustrated than he already is.

He grits his teeth, exhaling. You notice his blue sweater, and you stop him before he can say anything else. Obviously, it looks a lot more worn than it did back then, but over the years you’ve always found it endearing. It’s the first memory that you have of him. It was always something you could cherish.

Now, you can’t even bear to look at it.

It’s then that you realize it doesn’t matter what answer he gives you. Yes? No? It genuinely doesn’t matter. There is nothing that can make you see him the same way ever again.

You run your thumb over the ring on your finger, twisting it for a moment to memorize the feel of it. It’s the last thing that ties you to him. “You can have this back,” you say, handing the piece of jewelry back to him.

When a relationship ends, especially for a reason like this, people tend to think it’ll go down in a kdrama-esque fashion - crying, slapping, throwing water in the other person’s face. But that’s not what this is. It’s not cathartic; sometimes the end of a relationship is just a fizzle, doesn’t even make it to a fullburn. It might be unsatisfying, but it happens every day. It’s not always a pivotal point; sometimes it’s just a point.

Taehyung stares at the object in his palm. “That’s it?” he asks in disbelief. “We’re breaking up?”

“What else is there to do?”

“You’re not even gonna ask me anything? Who she was, how it started, how long it’s been going on?”

The other morning, Sohee had asked you to elaborate after you told her what happened, but there was just not that much to tell. You were there. He brought someone else home. End of story.

It was enough for Sohee to call him every name in the book and curse his entire bloodline though.

You suppose that’s a reasonable reaction. Taehyung cheated. You never thought he was a person capable of doing that. Three years of your life, down the drain. There’s nothing left to save.

“Okay,” you shrug tiredly, like you’re just having a casual and dull conversation about the weather. “Who was she? How did it start? How long has it been going on?”

Your name comes out of his mouth, sounding like a scoff. “Ask it like you mean it.”

“But I don’t mean it,” you say. “What difference does it make? Knowing doesn’t change the fact that you still cheated on me. You know what I’ve been through and you still fucked it up. You did the worst thing you could ever do to me.”

“Fuck, I know that!” he groans, throwing his hands up. “I messed up badly, and I’m sorry. Y/N, I’m so fucking sorry. I will never deny that what I did wasn’t wrong. But have you ever stopped to think that maybe you’re to blame for this too? You never want to admit that it could be your fault too.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You tell me. I keep having to put up with your baggage.” Then he shuts right up, barely even makes it through the last syllable before he’s squeezing his eyes shut for a second, clearly realizing that out of all the things he could’ve said, that was grossly out of line. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean th-”

And now you’re getting angry for the wrong reasons.

“You cheated but somehow it’s my fault, right?” you snap. “Boohoo. Sorry that you’ve had to put up with me all these years. I’m such a burden, right? Fuck you, Taehyung.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“I think you should leave.”

You think it’s the steel in your voice as you say this that makes him stop arguing. 

He holds your gaze for a moment longer. You’re someone who tears up when you see stray dogs, who cries alongside the fictional characters in your favorite show. And yet, as you watch your own fiance leave…

The door clicks shut as he exits your life, but everything he said stays behind, clings to your walls and festers like mold.

The second you step onto the floor, everyone grows quiet. Lively chatter turns into hushed whispers. People go back to making their morning coffee, side-eyeing each other in a way that’s not meant to be very subtle.

You quietly make your way to your desk, all the while feeling the nosy pairs of eyes on you as you walk. You don’t know how word got out, but you were sure that everyone would know eventually. You just didn’t expect it’d be this soon. Sohee would never do that to you, and you highly doubt that Taehyung would go around broadcasting his infidelity. 

As you set your stuff down, you make eye contact with the new intern who sits a few spots away from you. You haven’t had the chance to talk to her much, but she’s a nice girl. She gives you a small smile in greeting, and even though you know she doesn’t mean to pity you, you can still see it in her eyes.

A minute later, Sohee comes up to you. “Hey, babe,” she says, leaning on your desk with two plastic cups in her hands. One iced latte and one mango smoothie. She puts the yellow-colored beverage down and nudges it toward you, a little lackluster and unlike her usual playful self.

“Thanks,” you say, taking the smoothie with a smile, commenting, “Interesting morning so far. Never thought I’d ever be the subject of office gossip.”

“Yeah, about that. Do you know who was Taehyung’s… uhm… y’know?”

It’s okay. She can say it. You can handle it.

You already feel nothing, and there’s nothing you can even do to rectify it. Might as well lean into it, right?

Or maybe you should just go to therapy.

“No,” you tell her. “I didn’t want to know.”

“Well, uhm, now that the whole office knows, I think you should hear this from me first…” Sohee bites her bottom lip as she gauges your reaction. When you only sigh and give her the go-ahead, she continues, “It was Yura from Marketing.”

“What?”

“Yura from Marketing. You know the one. Brought muffins for the whole office on her first day? A little too bubbly for my taste. But yeah, she was at work the other day and suddenly burst into tears at, like, 10AM, and that’s how everybody found out.”

Of course. Even though people here are surrounded by celebrity gossip on the daily, nothing beats the good old-fashioned office affair. Why bother with celebrity gossip when you have front row seats to live drama unfolding ten feet away?

You take a sip of your smoothie, swallowing down the inkling of irritation that tickles the back of your throat. “Well,” you say, “I’m glad the downfall of my relationship is like a circus animal for them to gawk at. Can’t wait until they move onto the next big thing.”

“Honestly, it might blow over sooner than you think. The Love Doctor is back today.”

“What?” Your ears perk up at the mention of his name, glancing up at her in surprise as you put your drink down. “Doesn’t he work at the Paris office?”

“He used to work here. We joined around the same time. Then he transferred to Paris a few years ago. Nobody even knows why. One day he just upped and left.”

“Why didn’t you tell me he’d be here? I didn’t have time t-”

“Calm down, sweetcheeks, I only just found out,” Sohee chuckles, holding a finger against your mouth to shush you. “We all know you used to have a major lady boner for him.”

“I do not.” You don’t even know what he looks like, just his name when it appears in the byline of an article. “I admire him.”

Which is true, you do admire him. He’s your own version of a freaking rockstar. Though, you have to admit that Love Doctor is a huge cliche of a nickname, and significantly reduces the scope of his brilliance. The way that man writes makes it seem like he’s experienced lifetimes and is now here to pass on his wisdom. 

He doesn’t feel like a mere magazine writer like yourself. There’s something in his words that turns you inside out, makes you experience things that you’ve never even gone through. He flows like poetry, and leaves you stunned every time.

Okay, maybe you do have a lady boner, but for his brain.

Which… is probably something you should never say out loud.

Someone walks in then, a man you’ve never seen before. He looks around your age, if not a couple of years older. He bypasses all of the other desks without saying anything, not a single Hi or Good morning. He doesn’t look like the type to speak if not spoken to.

Then he walks over to where you and Sohee sit, and sets his bag on the empty desk next to yours.

You look at Sohee, and she just shrugs.

It can’t be him. Surely, it’s not…?

“Min Yoongi,” she says in greeting.

Oh, it is.

He spares her a nod before he looks away again. “Sohee.”

Is that the Parisian way? Is that how people normally greet someone they haven’t seen in years? Sohee and him were only colleagues, but still, the least you could do is pretend.

You’re not one to judge a book by its cover, but c’mon, seriously? Were you wrong for expecting the person who writes about love in its most raw and beautiful form to look… not like Grumpy Cat personified? It makes you even more fucking intimidated. And he’s going to be sitting next to you? The fuck?

As he sits down, you blink, still a bit dazed, not sure how to process this. Sohee gently pushes you forward, which makes you nearly stumble right into him. You turn to her with a glare, but she just motions to him, mouthing ‘Go on.’

You clear your throat, wiping your hand on your pants before you hold it out. “Hi, I’m Y/N. It’s so nice to finally meet you,” you say, trying to sound as professional as you can. “I’m really looking forward to working with you.”

He glances at you, and reaches out to meet your outstretched hand in a barely-there handshake. “Yoongi.”

— all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 07.05.2023]

[ihavedonenothingright]

Hi, hello

I just saw your answer on a post asking for books for capri lovers and I've decided you have impeccable taste!!

I’m currently reading The Queen’s Thief, I already have the first book in the Alexander trilogy (I just know it s going to be good), and you just convinced me to give The Left Hand of Darkness a chance - I’ve never seen anyone sell it like that!

Now I’m really curious about your list of fav books. Selfishly, I’m hoping for anything with romance haha, but I’m just as excited to hear about anything without it

Ahhhh, thank you! I'm glad you think I have good taste ;) I think a lot of people try to sell TLHOD as a sci-fi classic first and an entertaining novel second—or they play up the gender element and don't touch on the things that actually make the novel a fun read: compelling characters, political shenanigans, and a central romance that's both incredibly unlikely and obviously right once it really starts to develop. Fair warning: you will cry.

My favorites list does include a lot of standard Tumblr classics, so you've probably read a few but let's see....

The Locked Tomb series is a really good read in my opinion. Intrigue and mystery? Check. An unlikely and challenging romance? Check. Really fucked up characters that I love specifically for being kind of fucked? Check. Seriously, I would tell someone to read this series solely for Ianthe Tridentarius and her horrible blonde scheming. But I also love both main characters—there's something inherently compelling about teenage girls using necromancy and immortal, godly politics to fuck with each other. Doubly so when one of them is completely out of the loop and struggling to adjust to the politicking. While being the other's silent guard dog. Sounds kinda familiar...

In a similar vein, I also highly recommend The Fever King by Victoria Lee. It has a sequel I haven't been able to get my hands on yet :( but ohhhh man is this book good if you already like something like Capri. It's a little X-Men (intentionally so, I think) in that it centers around a group of teenagers who, after contracting a deadly virus, developed mutations that gave them powers. It's a young adult book (new adult, maybe?) but it has all of the complexities you want out of this kind of story. There's something strange going on at the academy all these suddenly gifted kids are raised in. The protagonist develops a crush on a secretive, closed-off boy who turns out to be embroiled in it. There's murder, manipulation, a central mystery, social commentary... it makes me mad this book isn't more popular. The only asterisk I'm adding on here is that it has been a few years since I've read it, so I hope this review hasn't been influenced too much by my rose-tinted glasses. It also has a really good comic adaptation that is (unfortunately) hosted on Webtoons.

Would it be too cliche to add The Husky and His White Cat Shizun by Meatbun Does Not Eat Meat to this list? I'm doing it anyway. It does get very long, but I was invested in all of it from day one. It has one of the wildest plots I've ever read, spanning multiple timelines of scheming, and no matter how low its lows get, it ends on a kind of bittersweet, uplifting note? It gets really deep in the weeds of what it means to be a good person, and its central romance is a big piece of that. It's just so... satisfying might be a good word. Its romances are both tragic and sweet, its characters are fascinatingly fucked up, and it also has surprisingly good comedic beats. There are a bunch of people who really love this book, and half of that is just because its two main characters are incredible. Evil emperor yanked back into his 16 year old body and trying to pursue is past love/crush/childhood friend vs. the very handsome, very antisocial teacher he blames for said crush's death. And they're stuck unraveling an eternally convoluted plot that slowly begins to encroach on them. For a really long serially published novel, it has surprisingly good pacing.

And: not a romance, nor an adult book, but ohhh man is The Dark is Rising a good book/series. It's delightfully dark, and it reminds me a lot of The Queen's Thief in how well it understands its audience. It's just so fun. Arthurian legend mixed with 1970s England = children going on unsupervised quests through the mist while their parents remain oblivious. Susan Cooper is a master of craft. Honestly read anything by her and you'll probably come away satisfied. If you like Arthurian legend, Norse mythology, and Shakespeare, you'll run into a lot of references. Seriously, give it a shot ;)

Aaaand there's definitely more, but this is a really long post already. Thank you so much for the ask, and I hope I gave you some good recommendations!

[flamingbluepanda]

Hi Cameron!

75 & 91 for the trope mashup please? 💖

Ooooo let's GO!

75. Outsider POV & 91. Interrupted Intimacy

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Melanie was, by nature, nosy.

She knew this about herself, and she knew it was widely considered to be a flaw. She recognized this, and she actively tried to fix it.

Her new tenants, though, were irresistibly curious.

There was a handsome redhead who seemed almost normal, a little rough around the edges, but he was polite and he laughed at her silly little jokes during the tour she gave.

His husband, on the other hand, was downright scary, with tattoos and a mean sneer on his face. She knew about their prison time, they disclosed it on their application, but she really tried not to judge them for that.

That said, the husband, Mickey, was a bit intimidating. And Ian seemed so sweet and, well,

It was like a soap opera, okay?

She didn't spy on them, but when she overheard them in the halls or the gym she couldn't help but take note of it. She heard them debate about babysitting, argue about the buisness they ran, and discuss the tomatoes Ian was growing in his community plot.

She wasn't quite sure how the two of them worked, was the thing. She was intrigued by how this sweet, kind man had ended up with such a rude husband.

And then, suddenly, Ian was gone.

Rumors flew around the complex as the gossip mill worked, passing through all of her residents and eventually reaching Melanie's ears. Noone was brave enough to ask mickey, of course, but someone had seen one of Ian's many siblings and apparently, Ian was in the hospital.

He was gone for almost two months.

In that time, Melanie saw a different side of Mickey.

He roamed the halls in near silence. He avoided people. She knew that a few residents had left food at his door, and she knew that he had returned their dishes washed but hadn't directly thanked anyone. One time, she saw him at the mailbox, and she watched him turn to where Ian usually was, a grin on his face, only for sadness to overtake him when he realized he was alone.

So, okay, maybe she had misjudged Mickey. Maybe.

Ian returned just as winter really hit, and she thought that would be the end of it, only for her to wake up one night to an alert on her phone that someone had broken into the gym. Melanie's policy was to inspection before calling the police -- it wouldn't be the first time someone had broken in while drunk, or the alarm simply glitched out. With the snow falling, she wouldn't be surprised if the power had flickered and set it off.

She wasn't expecting to see Ian sitting three in the dark, holding Mickey close to his chest. Mickey's knuckles were swollen, and his face was red. He was asleep.

"I'm sorry," Ian said softly. "My bipolar triggers his PTSD, and the only thing that helps him sometimes is hitting something."

"It's okay," Melanie said. "Is he alright?"

Ian's smile was trembling and weak. "He will be."

"If you want," Melanie said, "i can get you a key. We have a special form for people who want to use the gym after hours -- people who work night shift and stuff. I'll approve you."

"That would be amazing."

Melanie nodded, and turned to leave.

As she walked out, she heard voices;

"Ian?"

"Shh, baby, go back to sleep."

"Ian, i cant- hes-"

"Your dad is dead and in the ground, and if anyone else tries to hurt you I'll fucking kill them, sweetheart."

"You got me?"

"I got you."

Melanie didn't mean to listen, and maybe it made her nosy that she did.

But she felt like she understood her residents just a little bit better now.

[dumbdollii]

SOON AS I GET HOME

pairing ! ━━ plug!dabi todoroki  x  sneaky!link! black!reader

cw ! ━━ minors do not interact. reader is black and thick coded, getting high w/ dabi, high!dabi slutting you out on the couch, pet names, mentions of nudity, dabi taking pics of u slumped out :((, breeding, sharing smoke by kissing with plug!dabi, fingering with his dick still inside, teasing.

note ! ━━ axe had me snickering Abt this au n now I'ma write abt it bc God knows how much she loves her lil burnt man.

"dabi, I'ma need to get put on with sum'. Its rough out here and you're my only hope." You said over the phone, heavy silence filled the phone, dabi laughing quietly. "You really are somethin', princess. 'ight, I'll give you somethin' good. Just wait outside your door, I'ma be out there in a lil while." He scoffed out, hanging up the phone as soon as you were gonna respond to him. 11:25 PM, that was the time you left the house and waited outside with nothing but some shorts, a sleeve shirt, and your bonnet. As the cold, silky wind hit your legs, look who dropped in, Dabi. He drove up to your block, already smoking a blunt with the shiny, tinted windows down.

"finally! Your ass took too fucking long..I'm freezing out here." Your tone sounded annoyed, considering dabi had you stand outside for a whole hard minute. "Relax princess, be happy I came just in time to see your pretty ass," He said as he parked the car and came out. Givin' your ass a slight slap, you jumped up a bit in pain and slapped his hand. "Harsh, but ight'." "nigga please don't start, what's harsh is that hairline of yours." You said as you laughed out loudly, he wasn't having it and scoffed. "Yea, right."

You walked to the front door and opened it, swiftly moving your body to the couch. With you bein' all bothered you started sighing and held your hand out, looking up at him with curious eyes. "Oh. My apologies. here you go, doll." "Thank you, roki." He throws you the bag, opening it and rolling up a blunt. His eyes widened at The nickname, surprised you'd even use his last name as a silly nickname for him. A few moments passed and you were already all up on Dabi, laying on his big, muscular frame.

Both of you were both heavily high and everything was like euphoria all over again. "I wanna try something new, roki." You whined in his ear. "Oh yea? Like what, rubbing your pussy all over me or what." "No, what? I-" he stopped you from speaking. "Actually, don't even tell me. I wanna try somethin' new with you," While he still was smoking the fuck out the blunt he had in his hand he kept the smoke in, kissing you in the process and letting it out into your mouth. Your body stiffened and the strong smoke rested in your mouth, kiss after kiss it was sloppy. The smoke came out through your nose with a stern huff. "fu..roki...~" You said, moaning out to him. "Damn princess, your moans are just as cute in real life then on the phone." And that's when he pulled away. Your body was so blissed out from the kiss, feeling a wet pool in your panties.

you really were never fond of dabi todoroki. He was always teasing you as a kid, and to see how much he changed, how much he longed to want you ; really did shock you back into reality. "Was that even...did you just put that in my- oh my god." He laughed in response. "What? Too shocked about what the hell I did to you? Don't worry, I know you wanted it Y/n. Let me slut that pretty pussy out, promise I'll make it your while, doll."

"you? Make my while? How bold of you Dabi Todoroki. I wouldn't hear your brother sayin' this shit at all. I'm surprised twice didn't come pop a damn cap in ya' ass." You said with annoyance. "Ohh, you wanna be funny, huh? Yea. I'ma make you moan then you gon' stop laughing." Obviously you didn't take that seriously, but knowing him it would be impossible to turn down an offer like this. "Soon as I get home you gon' miss my dick thrusting into you." You gulped. "Uhuh...yea."

Not even a moment after that happened you wouldn't expect yourself to be underneath him, being so submissive for him and moaning. Your tits bouncing back and forth while he slut you out on the same very couch you guys sat on. His fingers were still inside you from fingering you a while ago, thrusting harder into your tight cunt. "Goddamn, this pussy all mine, got that? All fucking mine. Sooner or later you'll learn to take my size every time I come to visit." Groans and huffs were heard from dabi, his body was shaking slightly while he fucked into you. He grabbed you thighs, throwing them over his shoulder and kissed your inner thighs with ease as you squirmed and huffed.

"Pl-please..ah!..I fucking h..hate you..~" "Hate me? Nah baby, you fuckin' love me. Don't be so stubborn when you're the one clamping around my dick like a bitch outta heat." His tone darkened. Nothing made him more horny then to see your pretty body on his, oh how he longed to touch you. You were just so...beautiful, how could he not resist making you have sex with him just this once? "Heh..~ look at you, drooling all over yourself and cryin' like a baby. Want me to take my fingers out, my lil' baby? Don't wanna squirt all over me?" Humiliation. The way he made you feel embarrassed only turned you on in the slightest second.

he pulled his phone out, knowing you were about to reach your climax soon. "Augh~! Shit...! Can-t, 'm gonna cum!". He felt your pussy flutter around his dick. Letting out a stern moan with it, he also felt himself coming to a halt. "Fuck..Y/n..shi...c'mon! cum on this dick, tryna feel your pussy all on me." You whimpered in response, now you know not to bet this nigga on anything.

You finally came, and so did he, but inside you. While trying to focus on your breathing he took his fingers out, and took his dick out too. Cum seeped through your needy hole, and that's when he took a picture of it. Taking videos and pictures of him teasing your pussy while you were blissed out, rubbing your clit while recording just to see his cum flow out. "Shit, honestly you did good. 'hope you alright though. Maybe this should be a daily thing." You finally had the strength to get up and dabi was already getting ready to clean you up. "Daily thing? Whew boy..you got something coming if u think this is gonna be something daily. I'ma miss you coming over though." You said as a stifled laugh left your throat and he rolled his eyes, ignoring you. "Yea, I'ma miss you too, princess.

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[sassy-radio-hazbin-queen]

A what if au I LITERALLY just came up with.

Charlie sighs as she hangs up on her mom. The interview didn't go too well for the Happy Hotel and now she was feeling down. She went back inside and out her head against the door when she heard a knock. Curious she opened it to see a stork mail carrier and a Big box.

" to Princess Charlotte Morningstar, From Mommy dearest". The stork said giving Charlie the box. " Umm thanks mister". The stork saluted then left. Charlie drug the box inside. A soft whimper could be heard inside. Vaggie and Angel came in the lobby.

" What's in there hon"? Vaggie asked. " I'm not sure". Charlie said. " Well ain't ya gonna open it". Angel inquired. Charlie nods and opens the box. Inside the box was a cage. The others gasped at what was inside the cage. A shaking fawn who looked no older than 5 or 6. He was curled up in a ball and had a bell collar. The poor thing was covered in cuts and bruises.

" Aw the poor thing"! Charlie exclaims sadly. She opens the cage and goes to reach in but Angel stops her and just in time as the fawn snapped at her. " Charlie No this kid been through some obvious abuse. You don't just wanna approach him like that". He said. He looked in the fawns eyes and spoke softly. Surprising Vaggie and Charlie both. " Hey little guy, hey it's going to be ok. No one is going to hurt you here. I promise". Angel slowly put his hand inside. Curious the fawn sniffed it before giving it an affectionate lick. " Aw your cute kid". Angel said. Slowly the fawn came out.

Vaggie stares " so does he have a name or"? She asks. " Wait I got something"! Charlie exclaims. " It's a note from mom. She says hope you enjoy your new Pet Alastor". At the mention of his name the fawn bleated happily. " Oh is that your name sweetie". Charlie asked. Alastor bleated again his tail wagging slightly. " Uh cute name ". Angel complimented. Alastor beamed. Charlie continues to read to note " It's said she trained him for seven years to be a good pet". Charlie sighs she knew all too well the training that her mother does can hurt someone. " Poor guy".

Vaggie was frowning though. " What did you say his name was again"? She asked. The fawn demon couldn't be who she thought he was. " Oh umm Alastor why"? Charlie asked. Vaggies eyes widen. " Do you not know who that is"?! The others shrug. " He's the radio demon, one of the most powerful figures in hell". The others frog blinked. " Ugh you guys been here longer than me".

Angel shrugs " eh not big on politics". Vaggie groans " ugh decades ago, Alastor manifested in hell seemingly overnight, no raw power had ever been harnaced by a sinner before. He used to broadcast his torture on the radio. Sinners started calling him the radio demon as lazy as that sounds. We don't know what evil he could anillatie and-" Vaggie gets interrupted by Angel. " Ya done, kid looks like the hell's version of Bambi". They turned to see Charlie blowing bubbles and the fawn running around bleating trying to catch them all. " Well I'm not sure we should trust him or this situation". Vaggie said. " Uh to be fair do you trust any man men"? Angel asked.

Vaggie gets up" Charlie just be careful please, he isn't just a cute face he is really dangerous". She warned. Charlie sighs" I'll be fine Vaggie besides look at him does he really scream dangerous to you". Vaggie looked at the fawn who was still popping bubbles and smiling. " Ha ok hon you know what you are doing but we are still going to need some help with the hotel and stuff".

In cue Alastor walked up to Vaggie and gives her a note. " Nifty and Husk are his caretakers? ( Still trying to figure that out guys) you can call them using this spell " come Nifty Come Husk come as in command you". Suddenly the room warped and a tiny bug demon girl and Cat male appeared. " WHAT THE FUCK"! the cat said. " Who summoned me. I was about to win the whole pot". He freezes seeing Alastor ". Alastor what the fuck happened to you"? He asked last time he saw Alastor he was an adult. Not a five year old child. Charlie raised her hand" hey hi I'm princess Charlie".

" Husk yeah nice to meet you why is Alastor a child and why is he naked "! Husk exclaimed. They all stared and Charlie facepalmed herself" OML guys he needs clothes Vaggie go get something ". But before Vaggie could leave Angel yells out " I got it don't worry ". Vaggie eyes widened. " Angel please don't give this kid ANY of your clothes ". Angel peeks out of his room. " Why what's wrong with my clothes"? He asked. " Umm there innaproatie ". Vaggie said. Angel rolled his eyes and comes back with a cute Pink sweatshirt that has a strawberry on it and a Red skirt. " True but this should be big enough for the little tyke". He helps Alastor in his new garment the boy bleats out a bit but wiggles In just fine. Charlie gushes " Aww your so cute". Alastor beams then goes to his cage to get a microphone stick. " Is that yours "? She asked. He nods.

Husk clears his throat. " Anyway I'm husk and the one cleaning everything is Nifty". In cue Nifty ran everywhere " Nope, nope nope , Why are all of you women". She asked. Husk shook his head. " So any reason you summoned us princess"? He asked. " Oh right well we need some help at his Hotel it's to rehabilitation sinners to go heaven". She said exited. " Ok look if I'm going to help you on the bullshit". ( Charlie wasn't amused at this) " Then I'm going to be paid. Let me run a bar and get some cheap booze and I'll help you nifty too". Husk said. Charlie frowned she didn't want anyone drinking especially in front of a child. Regardless if that child was once an adult. But before she could say no Angel beat her to the punch. " OH LUCIFER YES ITS A DEAL". Husk shrugs blushing slightly. " Ok then Alastor could you use your cane and make a bar". The boy tilts his head and bleats in confusion.

Husk sighs and takes the microphone before making a bar for the hotel. " By the way kid why aren't you talking. You used to jack my ears off last time I remember"? The fawn thinks before writing a not and giving it to husk. " Well what does it say". Charlie asked. " He says you didn't give him permission to talk". Husk says. Charlie " oh no little one you can talk if you want to". Alastor beams. " Yay". He says. Husk frowns " so what is up with you kid". Alastor shrugs. " I don't know really, Who are you again"? Husk eyes widen. " Wait you don't remember me"? Alastor shakes his head. Vaggie grew a bit concerned. " Do you remember anything"? Another shake. " I just remember my previous master Lillith and living with her for seven years but before that my mind is blank".

The others were in shock. Alastor had no memories of his past. Suddenly Vaggie and husk felt bad for yelling (or talking about) the kid. Nifty runs up. " Well we remember you. Your going to be fine". She said. She runs off and starts cleaning again. " Uh thanks ma'am". He says blushing. " Nifty if you please". She says. Charlie smiles. " Well why don't we introduce ourselves properly, I'm Charlie, that's my girlfriend Vaggie, our first official guest Angel dust, Husk and nifty".

Alastor curtsies " and I'm Alastor pleased to meet you". Charlie smiles. " It's very nice to meet you to". The boy beams. Suddenly the hotel door was broken up and a snake figure appears the others run out. " We meet yet again Alastor"? Sir pentios asked confused. Then he started laughing. " Oh my this is hilarious your a little shrimp". He continues to laugh. The fawn eyes narrow and time everyone surprise he snaps his fingers and a bunch of shadows appear destroyed the blimp. The boy claps his hands. " Wow Lillith was right my powers are awesome now I'm hungry I don't know why but I want some JUMBALUYA ". He giggles ignoring their faces of pure shock. The boy was powerful. Charlie recover quickly though and follow him inside. The boy used his magic to change the sign to Hazbin hotel.

" the game is set now stay tuned".

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I KNOW THIS IS THE DUMBEST THING EVER RIGHT 😭😭😭

[immoralimmortals]

hello again :)))

we wish to see the akatsuki's reactions or whomever you choose to these

https://youtube/Wof0xPUmW38 and https://youtube/KBV91LS8Bpo and https://youtu.be/qo3KZ9ZUqgU and https://youtu.be/3AeN-5PXaaQ

if these don't entertain, how would the akatsuki react to having a secret admirer?

Long post ahead!

Okay this one is just fascinating. In particular this makes me think of Sasori. At first he's like "this is ridiculous"...but it won't leave his mind. The smoothness of the movement...the fluidity, the grace.... He starts to do this now.

i am OBSESSED with these. Deidara could spot in an instant that this is an art piece. He loves the designs of these animals, perhaps, of course, the Longlegs especially as it resembles his own spiders so well. The other Akatsuki...may leave the room? I can see most of them staring and appreciating the absurdity. (But really though, thank you for introducing me to these. I love them. I'm utterly enthralled.).

This FUCKS! Oddly enough I can see Kisame enjoying this especially? No reason besides vibes.

Anyhow, next half is about Akatsuki secret admirers:

Sasori: Halfway expecting of it, half annoyed. Feels gradiose about himself and his skills, so it makes sense he is desirable, after all. He doesn't care for the fuss, though. I think it'd be fun if the admirer was someone he knew and got surprised ;) Deidara: Oh? He's amused to high heaven, immediately wants to know who it is an exactly what they think and why. Insatiably curious and definitely tries to impress back Kisame: Gets a bit embarrassed. That's a joke, and not a good one. Tries to ignore the signs, not appear too bothered or disgusted at the notes and gifts, lest the person is watching him react. Once he gets convinced that no, he really does have an admirer, he gradually softens. He won't force them into the open, but it sure warms his heart. In fact, it might be better this way...if it stays as simple and sweet as this. Itachi: I can see him being used to this kind of thing. He'd sigh, but be respectful of whatever the gifts/favors are, keeping them. You have to do something to set yourself apart, to tell him that you're not like the other people who *think* they love him but are merely infatuated. Hidan: First reaction is confusion, I'm thinking as long as like...half a minute. He has to talk it out with someone who happens to be there, finding a gift, before he Gets It. Then...annoyance. Sentimentality...pheh. He's a big, tough man and if you like him, come out and say it, yeah? ...But a piece of him has to smirk. *Someone* has good taste. Kakuzu: IMMEDIATELY goes to annoyance. This is too whimsical, too childish, absolutely a waste of time. It isn't as if it's really *better* if you're forthright instead of secret, but it still isn't a good deal. You'd need to play the long game if you want distant admiration alone to work. Make him curious, hint that you have some thoughts in your brain besides fluffy, lovesick dreams. Konan: I wonder if...maybe this is something she's somewhat used to, though unlike Itachi it's more like how people admire a magical being rather than a celebrity. Remember how people have little paper angels in Amegakure? What if there were shrines for her? What if they left her notes? Handmade gifts? Jewelry? The few her glimpse her...talk about how beautiful her hair looks through the rain. I think this development would touch her in a way she never considered. She may even visit you at night, if you really asked. Pain: Similar to Konan, I can imagine people simping for the god lol. But of course, he's a little hard to get a hold of. If you end up being able to display affection for him to find, that's impressive. I think what's more likely is that he just so happens to catch you steeping in your feelings, ignorant he is there. Writing a note just to crumple it up, knowing such a thought is ridiculous. Humming an extra line in your prayer that reads as unusually romantic. I think he'd be flattered, even if it is a bit out of place.

[d0zuki]

Omg please can we get the Aladdin au but with killua x reader and maybe illumi x reader

It was rlly good I loved it and these two are perfect where they are the princess jasmine and we are the aladdin💗💗

“True Beauty” -"United we stand, divided we fall"

⋆˚࿔ Fancy carpet from Kuro𝜗𝜚˚⋆ :: a carpet to fly away

― ʚ summary ɞ ― Killua x reader Aladdin Au

― ʚ words ɞ ― 1k+

― ʚ warning ɞ ― mention of theft

― ʚ author note ɞ ― certainly you can Killua might be the only one I write with what you ask since it takes a while, but I might do Illumi version but as Headcanons and not full as story

You are known as quite the troublemaker around Agrabah, enough that the loyal family heard about you specifically the young prince Killua, who was curious about you I mean you seem like troubles but then again you seem like a lot of fun? Is that a word he can use? He's certainly unsure especially since he has a maniac for a mother

Killua was outside playing with Mike when suddenly his father came out with some news, some that made him be quite unhappy and even mad

"Killua"

"hm? What is it father?"

"to put it simply and fast, you will be getting engaged"

"I be what?!"

"you will be getting engaged"

"do I even get to choose who? Or most importantly aren't I too young? Why won't Illumi get engaged?!"

"You get to choose among royal people as to why, it's because I want you to be an heir, and Illumi already chose quite the odd fiancé"

"so because of that I'm next what about Milluki?"

"I don't think anybody would want to date him, willingly I mean"

"...you do have a point there, but-"

"no buts Killua, you do that whether you like it or not"

Before Killua could say something Sliva left to drink some wine with his wine

"well crap"

"now what should I do, I don't want to marry some spoiled ass brat, or one who certainly can't do anything else then lay around"

୨⎯ "With you" ⎯୧

Well fuck, you certainly a lesson for future thief to never have a monkey for a companion, you currently running from a shop seller after Abu you monkey took the sellers banana, and well you currently running as fast as you can since well you certainly don't want to be arrested maybe executed

"Abu just why did you have to take that Banana?!"

"hoo hoo hah Banana"

"...yeah you took a very nice banana but why? Also it looks like it's expired"

When you said that Abu spited the banana he had in his mouth

"Well it seems like I was correct"

You eventually lost the sales man and landed on the ground luckily not breaking your feet

"There we g- ouch!"

You bumped onto someone when you looked up it was a man that was dressed in black and red, he had a snake scepter, honestly his turban did a bad job you could see his back hair and a interesting mark on his forehead

"ah I'm so sorry I didn't mean to"

"hm I recognize you, you that thief person aren't you?"

"ahh... maybe?"

"hmmm, you know what I won't tell anybody where you are if you do something for me"

"and what would that be?"

"Just follow me"

"okayyy?"

You follow the man who during the walk introduced himself as Chrollo, eventually you got yourself to what it seems to be a cave

"mind I ask what you want me to do?"

"to put it simply to someone with your knowledge"

"hey!"

"forgive me, inside of the cave there's a golden lamp, I want you to get it for me"

"alright I suppose?"

You walked inside the cave and started looking for the said lamp until you heard a noise, Chrollo was moving a lock blocking the cave

"Hey wait!"

And he blocked it

"you have to be kidding me!"

You sat down on a pile of golden coins with Abu sitting down on your shoulder patting your head, Abu eventually noticed something and started jumping hitting you head

"Ow! Abu what do you want- oh it's a lamp, wait a lamp!"

You ran towards it almost tripping on the coins and gems, you eventually got to it

"hmm I wonder what is so special about it"

you were looking at it from different angles, eventually rubbing it until pink smoke appeared and a genie appeared

"well hello there, my name is Bisky ane and I'm a genie I will grant you 3 wishes but I can't kill anyone, can't make people fall in love and can't bring anyone back from the dead."

"you have quite a loud voice"

"you little! Ehh anyway do you have a first wish?"

"uhh wait what's your name"

"My name is [Y/N] and I wish to get out of here with Abu, my monkey"

"ahh okay then, you wish is my command"

And boom you outside with Bisky floating around you

"alright got the second wish?"

"not yet, you seem to really want me to make them fast"

"yes, that's because after that I'm going on vacation"

"that sounds nice, anyway I'm going to go and continue what I used to do"

"ah is that so, don't forget the lamp"

"I won't"

You returned back home and before anything someone ran into you

"Sorry I didn't mean to"

"it's al- wait aren't you the prince"

"...am I that recognizable?"

"who else has white hair here except you and your father?!"

"you have a good point, anyway could you hide me please?"

"ah sure? Uhh come fast"

Killua followed you and slowly he started to realize, you are the thief he heard about so much, honestly you looked cuter in person, after a few minutes you both alived at your house

"this day seems to be after me"

"hm? What do you mean"

"ah nothing much, anyway what going on?"

"my parents want me to find a fiancé"

"...wait aren't you still a kid"

"Royalty stuff plus they want me to be the heir"

"ah, alright then"

"and you ran off because you don't want that?"

"Yeah I did"

"trust me you won't be able to hide here for too long"

"you think I don't know that?"

"how am I supposed to know, trust me I know barely anything outside of stealing"

"You don't!?"

"no?! Fun fact you highness, our knowledge is far lower then yours"

"Alright let's stop yelling"

"I agree"

"so what am I supposed to do?"

"go back"

"what?! You nuts?!"

"no I'm not, think about it maybe just maybe one of those people will be nice just go back and see"

"ugh, alright I guess"

"great"

After that Killua left and returned, honestly he probably already chose his fiancé sadly the said person isn't a royalty, and as to you, you absolutely regret letting him go oh I think I forgot to mention you LOVED the prince dearly

"well that's interesting"

"holy shit! You scared me"

"sorry, I'm quite curious who's that?"

"Prince Killua he's one of the royalty, and may I say he's"

"cool?"

"amazing! He got those blue eyes and adorable smile, and his white hair"

"well sorry to say one of my rules said I can't make anybody fall in love with you"

"true... Wait but there is something else"

"hm? What would it be"

"Bisky right? I wish to become royalty"

"...oh you are quite sly, but anyway you wish is my command"

And it happened you got quite fancy clothing very fit for royalty and Bisky also changed into what it seems her human clothes with clothes you would assume would be for right hand woman or man

"well let's let Agrabah know about the arrival of the princess/prince Sanad"

"yeah let's do that"

୨⎯ "With Killua"⎯୧

I was sitting on a podium with my family, according to them few royalty were going to show up and have a little parade to introduce themselves, I was getting bored until the arrival of a parade full of elephants and a song sung by a girl that looked my age, on a top was a person whp according to the girl it was princess/prince Sanad

Prince Ali Song-by Will Smith

After the parade, I could talk to one of the royalty and was surprising to few people that I chose Sanad, while talking they told me to go out into my balcony at exactly midnight

୨⎯ "Midnight"⎯୧

Just as princesses/prince Sanad said I went outside and saw them but on a flying carpet?! They held their hand out and helped me get into the carpet, and it went flying around Agrabah

A Whole New World-Song by Zayn and Zhavia Ward

After that we arrived back onto my balcony and I couldn't help but laugh, after that they looked a bit upset while thinking before dropping a bomb on me

"I'm not actually royalty nor is my name Sanad"

"Wait then who are you?"

"[Y/N] the thief"

"that's even better!"

"Huh?!"

"it's quite odd to say for royalty like me, but I liked you as a thief now I find out the person I l also started liking is the same person"

"that made no sense"

"I know now shush, now [Y/N] will you do me the honour and let me become you fiancé?"

"wait that about your parents"

"don't worry about them I'll deal with them"

And Killua did as he said he begged his parents to let you become his fiancé and they said yes, after that you had your last wish for Bisky to become a full human and it was granted but not before one little part of Chrollo being banished, why? Well during your fun with Killua he tried to encourage Killua parents to let him become a king but well that didn't work, and you finally lived happily ever after with Killua as your fiancé.

[presidentdisastraofgallifrey]

Doctor Who Headcanon Lists—Gender/Sexuality Version

I guess I'm just in a list mood this week. Also keep in mind the age one took me three tries to be happy with, so it is subject to change

*Note: I'm not including gender preferences in the sexualities here because I don't think Time Lords work like that. So I guess in a sense any versions that aren't aro ace are inherently bi, but only insofar as there's no reason they'd be into one gender over another.

One: he still has mostly Time Lord concepts of gender—not much of one—and sexuality—none at all. But he is immediately entranced by humans, and though he has no interest in or understanding of sex, he is interested in gender and romance as curiosities. Hence flirting occasionally and identifying more or less as a man, but in a novelty sort of way.

Two: is more curious than disgusted by sex, but has little real interest in it. Does have a slightly better grasp of romance by this point and has a clumsy but sweet relationship with Jamie. No connection to gender whatsoever and lets people assume whatever.

Three: more or less a man, but a bit to the left. Completely aro ace with no interest in either, which annoys the hell out of the Master who is thoroughly in love with him.

Four: never gives gender a second thought. Just doesn't care about it. Did try sex but hated it. Probably closest to demiromantic. Has an on-again-off-again romance with the Master, and eventually a very Time Lord version of romance with Romana, with much the same vibes as Romana will later have with Leela/Narvin/Brax—it's hard to pin down what they are, but they are their whole world.

Five: a woman but a little to the left. Completely aro but only mostly ace—has an ongoing dalliance with the Master, though he would swear he doesn't like sex, really, and if he did it wouldn't be with him. Until next time.

Six: incredibly nonbinary. Completely aro. Not completely ace but has a particular arrogance about how he—a Time Lord!—ought to be above it, so doesn't really do it much. Is a little more ace than he realizes.

Seven: tbd, still getting there.

Eight: aro allo. This one fucks. A lot. Also nonbinary, but in a fairly masc way.

War: there's a war on, he doesn't have time for gender, romance, or sex!

Nine: no connection to gender. No time or energy to think about identity. Disgusted by sex and romance.

Ten: man-adjacent. Completely ace. Something like greyromantic—not disgusted by it but barely a passing interest, and no one ever comes along he really wants a relationship with.

Eleven: he's a man, as much as a Time Lord can be. Completely ace. Not remotely aro. Actually has a number of short relationships, plus of course marries River. Yes I know him being ace is the opposite of what a lot of people got from him, but every single time someone kisses him he seems disgusted, and even later with River it always seems to surprise and unnerve him and he more allows it than wanting it.

Twelve: identifies as a grumpy old man specifically. For once completely allo and into both River and Missy.

Thirteen: nonbinary. Back to being allo ace, and definitely into Yaz romantically. I like shippy media of them, but in actual headcanons I like the idea that she isn't in any kind of place to have a healthy relationship so it's mostly just pining.

Fourteen: allo aro. He also fucks, once he starts to heal a bit. Learns about the nuances of gender from Rose and gets really into microlabels. Maybe even uses neopronouns later.

Fifteen: nonbinary and knows about pronouns now so uses he/they. All-around allo again, but doesn't randomly fuck or go on dates that much. Just open to it.