#so we’ll just pretend everyone loves sleeping beauty

[chai-berries]

ellie, being the space cadet that she is, wants to name her daughter aurora and you’re on board because sleeping beauty is your favorite disney princess [which ellie also knows and knew she’d have you on her side because of it]

[pure-smut]

toxic.

featuring: Ryomen Sukuna x f!reader

contains: college!Sukuna, established relationship, drugging (sleeping pills), somnophilia, noncon (reader is asleep), unprotected s*x, creampie

word count: 2.4k

note: all characters are aged up to 21+!

MDNI | 18+ content

series: 1. infatuated | 2. obsessed | 3. addicted | 4. toxic | 5. feral

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a/n: toxic walking red flag stalker boyfriend Sukuna is back!! part 3 was meant to be the last part but I had more ideas soooo enjoy two more parts!!

Ryomen Sukuna has you.

You’re at your favourite coffee shop with Sukuna, your laptop and a strew of notes on the table as you cram for your final exam of the semester. Sukuna sits in the booth next to you, one arm casually slung over the back of the seating behind you as he scrolls his phone. His presence took a while to get used to, so big it’s almost suffocating, now it’s a reassuring block between you and the rest of the world. Even during the rare times he’s not with you, everyone knows – you’re Sukuna’s girlfriend. That’s enough to scare anyone off. Even your previous failed situationship stopped sending you “you up?” messages once he found out, instead sending you a quick “sorry” before blocking you.

You go to take a sip of coffee but realise it’s empty. Sukuna glances up as you make to stand up.

“Sit down. I got it.”

As you sink back to your seat, he presses a kiss to your temple and stands, sauntering over to the counter. You smile after him. You love that he does things for you without you needing to ask.

Sukuna has an uncanny ability to anticipate what you want or need, sometimes having it ready for you without you even saying anything. You remember the time you came home from a long, stressful day and he had your favourite takeout food waiting for you. When you asked him how he knew your favourite, or how he even knew you were having a bad day, he only shrugged and said, “Lucky guess.”

You suspect it’s something more than that but you’re just happy to be doted on. No one’s ever been this sweet to you, this infatuated, so you accept him without question.

When Sukuna returns with your coffee, you brush a light kiss across his lips and thank him.

Sukuna’s cock stirs as soon as your mouth touches his. He watches you as you study, pretending to look at his phone, admiring your profile. You really are the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. You don’t even need to do anything to get him going – a light touch or a chaste kiss is enough for his blood to rush straight down. Hell, you were sitting in your pyjamas eating peanut butter out of the jar the other day and even that made his cock hard.

He smothers a smile. Sukuna couldn’t be happier. He’s got you all to himself and even though he trusts you of course, sometimes he indulges in a little light stalking just to be sure. He knows you ignore other men when they try to talk to you and you’re always exactly where you say you are. Why wouldn’t you be? You’re perfect.

“Oh, I forgot to say,” you interrupt his train of thoughts and Sukuna looks up at you, smile on his face. “I’ve decided to come off the pill.”

Sukuna’s smile freezes.

“What’s that?” He makes sure his voice comes out casual if not a little strained.

“I’m coming off the pill. Actually, I’ve already come off it – it was messing with my head.” You turn away from your notes to look at him, smiling. “We’ll need to use condoms from now on, okay?”

Your sweet face is oblivious to the turmoil currently inside Sukuna. A condom? You want a physical barrier between you both? You want to take this beautiful, perfect thing between you and put a condom in the middle of it?

Sukuna has to fight not to crush his phone in his hand.

“Whatever, babe,” he manages to say.

You give him a relieved smile and squeeze his thigh before turning back to your notes. Behind you, Sukuna’s smile drops.

No. No, this is not happening. His brain churns as he processes this, a stab of anger in his chest. Do you not love him anymore? Is this the first step in breaking up? He shakes his head. A condom? He won’t get to feel the euphoria of your bodies joined together, not an inch between you. No more filling your sweet little cunt with his cum, watching it drip out of your used hole. Sukuna’s mouth goes dry at the thought.

Yeah, no. He’s going to have to do something about this.

You take a large gulp of your fresh coffee, giving your cheeks a light slap.

“This last exam is really doing a number on me,” you sigh, rubbing your eyes. “I need like five coffees a day just to stay awake.”

A lightbulb dings over Sukuna’s head. Oh, sweet, sweet you. You’ve given him the most perfect idea without even realising. A true smile crawls across Sukuna’s face as he reaches over to brush your hair from your neck.

“Don’t work too hard,” he coos. “You know I don’t like sharing your attention.”

You grin, assuming he’s joking. He’s not.

“I won’t be much longer, I promise,” you say. “And then we’ll go home, okay?”

Sukuna kisses your shoulder. His mood has lifted now an idea has formed in his head.

“Whatever you want,” he says, smiling. *

Sukuna orders the sleeping pills online from a less-than-reputable website, paying extra for next day delivery. It means he has to grit his teeth through one night of fucking you with a condom.

He tries his best not to let his displeasure show but you struggled to find a condom that would fit him and when you did, Sukuna only sank half his cock inside you. He came inside the plastic sack, throwing it away with disgust. The whole thing is less than satisfying.

But the promise of the next day keeps him going.

The pills arrive in a plain parcel while you’re out at class. Sukuna and you don’t live together yet but his place is bigger and more comfortable than your cramped shared space, so you spend a lot of time at his. He makes sure you’re out before the pills get delivered.

Sukuna knows he has to be patient. It’s not your fault you had to come off the pill – your health is important, after all. You’re precious to him and he doesn’t want you hurt. So he doesn’t blame you for that. But he’ll be damned if he has to suffer through condoms for the rest of his life with you.

He really has no choice.

Sukuna crushes up the sleeping pills, careful with the dosage, and when you arrive back home after class, he offers you a relaxing glass of spiked wine and your favourite dinner.

“You’re so sweet to me, ‘Kuna.” You kiss him, accepting the wine and food without argument.

You spend a nice evening together, watching TV as Sukuna rubs your feet. He keeps a careful eye on you and, sure enough, it’s not long before you start to yawn. A little while later, you’re nearly falling asleep on the sofa.

“You tired, babe?” Sukuna asks innocently.

You give a sleepy nod, apologising and saying you’re going to have an early night. Sukuna watches you pad into the bedroom, the lights switching off. Barely five minutes later, he can hear your soft snores.

He grins.

You’re always so predictable, so obedient, and it makes him love you all the more. Sukuna can’t believe how lucky he is to have you – his perfect girl.

Sukuna follows you to the bedroom, his cock already stirring. He’s bought the morning after pill to crush into your coffee for tomorrow. Tonight, he gets to feel you properly again.

He strips off before tugging the blanket off you. You’re out cold, spread-eagle and naked on the bed. Sukuna looks down at you fondly. It reminds him of when he snuck into your bedroom to taste you. The memory makes him smirk, knowing you’re still unaware that even happened.

Sukuna whispers your name a few times, shaking your shoulder. Your chest rises and falls gently but you don’t even make a noise. Truly dead to the world.

Satisfied, Sukuna situates himself between your legs, the mattress sinking under his weight. He takes a moment, drinking you in, and strokes himself a couple times to the sight of you. He loves every inch of your body, every divot and curve, every mark and mole. He wants to wrap his large arms around you and hold you to him and never, ever let you go.

Sukuna leans forward and gropes your tits first, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth. It stiffens against his tongue as he plays with your other nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. He loves your tits, would touch them all day if you let him. He pulls back to see the marks he left on you a few days ago, your soft flesh peppered with bruises.

Sukuna trails his hand down your body, the silkiness of your skin in contrast to his calloused palms, before slipping his hand between your legs. He dips a finger between your folds and finds you slick with arousal. Your body is responding to him even while you’re asleep. The thought makes his heart swell almost as much as his cock.

He sinks a finger deeper inside you, feeling your hole stretch around him. You barely move but your brows scrunch slightly as he finds your sensitive spot and strokes it softly.

“That’s it, baby,” Sukuna murmurs, watching the slight change in your face. He can feel you getting wetter, getting ready for him. “That’s my girl.”

Sukuna withdraws before pushing two of his thick fingers inside you. His thumb rubs your clit as he fingers you, encouraging your orgasm. He knows you need to cum at least once to be able to fit all of him in and he’s more than happy to get you there. You don’t make a sound but your breathing quickens. Sukuna’s gaze moves between your breasts, jiggling hypnotically with every sharp inhale you take and your cunt, where he can see your hole stretched around his fingers.

Sukuna curves his fingers to reach your little bundle of nerves and it’s enough to undo you, even unconscious. You groan softly as Sukuna draws an orgasm from you. He feels your walls quivering around his fingers and the anticipation of feeling you around his cock again is almost too much.

When Sukuna’s satisfied you’re done, he withdraws his fingers and aligns his cock with your entrance. He nudges the tip past your lips, now puffy with arousal, until he can feel the resistance of your hole. You’re spread so beautifully in front of him, so pliant in your sleep, more than anything he wants to slam himself fully inside you.

But he won’t. Sukuna loves you, he doesn’t want to hurt you. He wants you to feel as good as him. No, he needs you to. Needs you to need him, even when you’re not awake. He needs it so badly, he’ll do whatever he has to.

Sukuna leans forward over you, supporting himself on his arms, and slowly pushes inside you.

He’ll never get bored of the initial resistance of your sweet little pussy. The way your hole immediately grips him, pulling him deeper inside. Sukuna pushes in deeper, just a few inches, and lets out a sigh that’s half pleasure, half relief.

You feel so hot around him, so soft. There’s nothing that compares to this, to the feel of your bodies connecting as his cock reaches inside the most intimate part of you. Sukuna shallowly pumps in and out of you, watching your face. You look angelic, your hair splayed out around you like a halo, your face so peaceful even as Sukuna sinks his cock inside you.

Your needy hole pulls him in, coating his girth in your slick. Sukuna works himself deeper, the muscles in his arms taut as he holds himself back until he knows you’re ready. He’s almost there, just a few inches left, but he needs to give you some time to adjust.

To make sure he can go deeper, Sukuna readjusts his position slightly, pulling your thighs up until they’re resting on top of his. It angles your hips up slightly, giving him better access, making sure he’ll be able to bottom out.

Sukuna lowers himself onto his forearms, automatically wanting to kiss you before realising you can’t kiss back. The thought is frustrating. Instead, he busies his mouth with your neck and tits, sucking fresh marks into the skin. It’s risky but he hopes you won’t notice the new marks amongst the old ones and he can't resist nibbling at your plush flesh.

As Sukuna sucks and nibbles your tits, he starts to rock his hips again. Your pussy welcomes him, letting him stroke deeper until he bottoms out. He feels your lips touch the base of his cock and can’t stop himself from groaning, deep and long.

“So perfect,” he murmurs. “My perfect girl.”

Sukuna keeps rolling his hips. The friction of your slick walls against his cock is intoxicating.

“You get so wet for me, baby,” he whispers. “You love it raw, don’t you? You love my raw cock stuffed in your little hole.”

Condoms. What a ridiculous idea. There's nothing better than this, better than your skin on his, feeling every inch of you until there's no secrets you can hold that he doesn't already know.

Sukuna picks up his pace, pushing himself back up onto his arms so he can watch you bounce under the force of his thrusts. The sound of your sopping cunt fills the room, like music to Sukuna’s ears. He knows he’ll never fuck you with a condom again, never put a barrier between you. He’ll never give up this feeling, the way your needy pussy massages his cock, desperate for his cum.

Your walls start to clench around him and Sukuna realises he’s about to make you cum again. The thought spurs him on and he fucks you harder, slamming himself into you hard enough that he knows you'd be crying his name if you were awake.

“That’s it, baby, cum on my cock,” he grunts, nearing his own orgasm. “Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Sukuna gives one last thrust before spilling his seed inside you, filling you to the brim. He stays where he is for a few moments longer, catching his breath, before pulling out. He sits back, reaching between your legs to spread your aching lips, watching his cum spill out of your hole.

Sukuna scoops up some with a finger before leaning forward to smear it across your lips, smirking. How he’d love to watch you suck it from his fingers but he’ll leave that for another time.

Sukuna checks your breathing, makes sure you’re still okay, before cleaning you up. He softly presses a warm, damp cloth to your well-used pussy, cleaning both your juices. You did so well for him tonight and he wants to treat you gently.

When he’s finished, Sukuna climbs into bed next to you, draping you across his chest. His body is relaxed and he closes his eyes with a satisfied smile. He reminds himself to slip you the morning after pill tomorrow.

And then a little voice at the back of his head asks him – what if he didn’t?

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the cover | part 3

Y/N and Harry, lifelong best friends, pretend to be a couple for a family wedding weekend in Edinburgh. As they navigate the event, old feelings resurface, and what starts as an act turns into something real, leading them to confront their true emotions for one another.

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The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Y/N stirred, becoming aware of the quiet stillness—and the comforting warmth of Harry’s body pressed against hers.

His head rested on her chest, curls brushing her collarbone, his arm draped lazily over her waist. Their legs tangled beneath the covers, and Y/N lay frozen, reluctant to disturb the peaceful moment.

She let herself breathe him in, the faint trace of his cologne lingering on his skin. Her lips curved into a small, fleeting smile. For just a second, everything felt perfect.

But the ache in her chest returned, unshakable. She liked him more than she should, more than she dared to admit. And moments like this—so intimate, so tender—were a bittersweet reminder of feelings she feared he’d never return.

Y/N’s throat tightened as she lay there, Harry’s weight warm and solid against her. She fought back the wave of emotions threatening to surface. Moments like this—tangled in bed with him—only reminded her of the lines she could never cross.

Carefully, she began to slip out from under him, untangling her legs and easing toward the edge of the bed. But just as her feet touched the floor, Harry stirred, his voice breaking the morning stillness.

"Where are you going?" he asked, his words heavy with sleep as he sat up, curls a messy halo around his head.

Y/N turned back, caught mid-step, and smiled softly. "Just heading down for breakfast. Didn’t want to wake you."

Harry leaned back against the headboard, a small grin tugging at his lips. "You weren’t sneaking out, were you?"

She chuckled, shaking her head. "Not sneaking, just giving you a chance to sleep in."

"Not a chance," he muttered, stretching lazily. "What’s the plan today? Something casual, yeah?"

Y/N nodded, brushing off lingering thoughts. "Yeah, just a laid-back family picnic before the rehearsal dinner. Games, food, the usual chaotic fun."

"Games?" Harry's eyes lit up as he sat up fully. "Like rounders or something?"

She rolled her eyes, smiling. "Maybe. Or sack races. My family loves to embarrass themselves, so it’s anyone’s guess."

Harry chuckled, standing to stretch. "I’m in. Let me grab a quick shower, and we’ll head down together."

As he disappeared into the bathroom, Y/N busied herself tidying the room, her mind racing despite the comforting normalcy of their morning. Outside, the countryside stretched peacefully, a stark contrast to her swirling emotions. Tomorrow was the wedding, and after that... things would return to normal. Best friends. Nothing more.

When Harry returned, freshly dressed, Y/N grabbed her outfit and headed to the bathroom. She took a moment to steady herself before slipping into a light, floral dress perfect for the warm day.

It was just another family picnic. She could get through this.

Y/N tied her hair into a loose braid and smoothed down her dress, giving herself a final glance in the mirror. The simplicity of her look felt perfect for the day ahead. With a deep breath, she unlocked the door and stepped out to face Harry.

He looked up from his phone, and his smile widened as his eyes swept over her. "Wow," he said, setting his phone aside. "You look really beautiful."

Her cheeks warmed at his words, but she managed a light laugh. "Thanks. You’re not looking too bad yourself."

Harry grinned, running a hand through his damp curls. "Gotta keep up with my girlfriend, don’t I?"

She rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the flutter in her chest. "Just make sure no one quizzes us on our backstory. I’m terrible at improv."

"Don’t worry," Harry said with a reassuring squeeze of her arm. "We’ve got this."

They headed downstairs together, the morning sun greeting them as they made their way to the garden. The picnic setup was already in full swing, blankets scattered across the lawn and games being arranged.

Y/N’s mother spotted them and waved excitedly. "Y/N! Harry!" she called, hurrying over with a bright smile.

"You two look wonderful," her mother said, her attention quickly shifting to Harry. "I hope you’re ready for a day of family games!"

Harry chuckled, slipping into his competitive role effortlessly. "Wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’m always up for a good competition.”

Y/N’s mother beamed at Harry’s response as she led them toward the rest of the family. Y/N noticed her cousins sizing Harry up, exchanging whispers.

The picnic was lively, full of food, laughter, and the hum of family chatter. After settling in on a blanket with Harry, the games began, and Y/N’s family went all out. Naturally, Harry was pulled into every game, and Y/N found herself watching him with an amused smile.

The first game was tug-of-war. Y/N was on one team, Harry on the other. He shot her a playful grin as they faced off across the rope.

"You sure you’re ready for this?" he teased.

"I’m not going easy on you just because you’re you," she replied with a playful glint in her eyes.

The game started with teams pulling hard, the rope tugging back and forth. Harry’s team seemed to have the upper hand until Y/N’s team made one last push. Just as Y/N thought they had it, Harry’s team pulled back, sending her tumbling onto the grass. Laughter erupted around them.

Harry immediately dropped the rope and rushed over to help her up. "You alright?" he asked, grinning as he extended his hand.

Y/N took his hand, brushing off her dress. "Yeah, I’m fine," she said, trying to ignore how her pulse quickened when his hand lingered just a little longer than necessary.

Y/N sat off to the side, catching her breath after the chaos of the sack race. The laughter of her family echoed in the background, but her thoughts were miles away, tangled in the way Harry had looked at her earlier, the way his hand had brushed hers, the way she still felt the lingering warmth of his touch. It had all started as a way to keep up the act, but now… it was starting to feel a little too real.

She could see him talking to her aunt and uncle, his smile easy, his voice warm as he charmed everyone around him—just like he always did. But Y/N couldn’t shake the thought that maybe, just maybe, Harry was starting to see her differently, too.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when Harry wandered over, excusing himself from the conversation. He moved toward her with that familiar lazy smile, the one that always made her stomach flip.

"You okay?" he asked, his tone casual, though there was something soft in his eyes.

Y/N gave him a small smile, trying to mask how much she felt the weight of everything, how much she wished she didn’t have to keep pretending. "Yeah, just thinking," she said, trying to sound light.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "About what?" His voice was quieter now, like he really wanted to know.

"Just… everything, I guess," Y/N answered, shrugging. She didn’t want to dive deeper, didn’t want to complicate things. But the feeling between them? That was a different story. It was complicated. She could feel it in the air, hanging between them like a thick fog.

Harry smiled, giving her a knowing look. "Alright, well, I’ll grab us some drinks. Meet you in a sec."

Y/N nodded, grateful for the quiet escape. But as he walked away, the ache in her chest grew stronger, the unspoken feelings that much harder to ignore.

The rehearsal dinner was under a canopy of twinkling fairy lights, and the air was alive with chatter and clinking glasses. It was a celebration, yes, but for Y/N, it felt like everything shifted the moment Harry stepped out of the car beside her.

He looked incredible. The black suit he wore fit him perfectly—classic yet relaxed in that way that only he could pull off. His tousled curls framed his face in that familiar way, but tonight, with the sharp suit and the way he stood so effortlessly confident, he looked even more magnetic. And Y/N could feel every pair of eyes follow them as they walked in together, but Harry? His attention was entirely on her.

Y/N had chosen a deep burgundy dress, simple but elegant, and she felt, for once, like she had it all together. Her hair was swept into a loose updo, a few soft strands framing her face. But she didn’t notice how stunning she looked. Harry did.

The moment he saw her, his breath caught. She was more than beautiful—she was luminous. Seeing her like this, standing next to him, something clicked in his chest that he wasn’t ready to face. But there it was, undeniable.

"You look absolutely breathtaking tonight," Harry whispered in her ear, his voice low and full of something unspoken.

Her heart fluttered, and she smiled at him, trying to ignore how those words made everything inside her feel… complicated.

The dinner itself was lighthearted, with wine flowing and family members catching up. But Y/N’s cousin Beth, sitting beside them, had been watching them closely all evening. She knew Y/N’s feelings for Harry before any of this started, and now, she was starting to put two and two together.

Finally, as the night wore on, Beth leaned in, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You two are really selling this whole ‘couple’ thing," she said, loud enough for the entire table to hear.

Y/N’s face flushed immediately, but before she could say anything, Beth shot her a wicked grin. "But I haven’t seen you kiss yet. I mean, come on—it’s your big debut, and we’re all watching."

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, and her eyes widened. Kiss? In front of everyone? This wasn’t part of the plan. She hadn’t prepared for this. They hadn’t prepared for this.

But Beth was relentless. "Come on, just a little one," she coaxed, and suddenly, the entire table felt like it was leaning in, eyes fixed on them. Y/N could feel her aunts’ curious stares, her mom’s expectant look, and her cousins’ playful grins. This was just part of the act, right? It was all for show.

Harry turned to her, his gaze soft, searching hers. Then, with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, he leaned in slowly. "You okay?" he whispered, his voice just for her.

Y/N’s pulse raced, and she could barely nod. But before she could talk herself out of it, Harry cupped her face gently, bringing his lips to hers.

The kiss started soft, tentative. But then, something shifted. As soon as their lips met, the rest of the world seemed to fade away. There was no one else at the table, no teasing family members, just them, caught in the moment. The kiss deepened, and Y/N’s hand found its way to his chest, fingers clutching the fabric of his suit. The air seemed to leave the room, every second of the kiss making her heart race.

She couldn’t believe it was happening—this was her first kiss with Harry, and it felt nothing like she imagined. It was real, raw, and intense in a way she hadn’t let herself dream of. Her heart was pounding, and when they finally pulled apart, breathless, her lips still tingled from the connection.

The table erupted into applause and cheers, but Y/N barely registered it. Her eyes were locked with Harry’s, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause. It felt like they had crossed an invisible line, one neither of them were sure they could walk back from.

Harry broke the silence first, his voice low as he cleared his throat. "I think we need a breather." With a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes, he took her hand and led her away from the table, escaping the sudden rush of attention.

They found a quieter corner, where soft music played in the background. Harry didn’t speak at first, and Y/N wasn’t sure what to say, either. But then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, Harry pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist. Without a word, he began to sway gently to the music, as if everything had changed—and neither of them were sure where it would go from here.

It was an old Frank Sinatra song, one Y/N couldn’t quite place, but the melody was soft and romantic. In Harry’s arms, everything else seemed to melt away. He held her close, his chin resting on top of her head, and they swayed together, their movements completely in sync.

Y/N’s heart was still pounding, her mind a whirl of thoughts from the kiss. She couldn’t believe what had just happened—that they had kissed, and it had felt so… right. Harry’s arms tightened around her, pulling her even closer, and she let herself lean into him, her cheek pressed against his chest. For a moment, it was just the two of them, the music, and the soft glow of the room around them.

Neither of them said anything, but there was no need to. In the quiet, in the way their bodies fit so perfectly together, in the gentle caress of Harry’s hand on the small of her back as they moved, Y/N could feel it—something was shifting between them.

Wrapped in this quiet, blissful bubble, neither of them wanted to break the spell. And as the song played on, Y/N realized something: she wasn’t just pretending anymore. The way she felt in Harry’s arms wasn’t an act—it was real. And suddenly, she wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep it hidden.

[cherryredcheol]

"cutie"

tldr: all the ways seungkwan uses your nickname a/n: i rise from the dead to give you...kwannie. 🥰 first person to guess why his nickname is cutie gets to decide who i post next.

screams: because it’s life or death

“cutie!” he was so dramatic sometimes, always pulling you into his antics. this time it was an intense game of ‘the floor is lava’. chairs were spread all over the practice room, brims of hats squished flat underfoot to protect the members from the invisible threat. you stood in the doorway, foot hovering above the polished wood. 

“don’t step down!” he called to you from across the room, perched on his own chair, looking very much the damsel in distress he often pretended to be. he pointed to a folder haphazardly strewn not too far from where you were, gesturing for you to stand on it. always happy to go along with his antics, you took the leap.  

“winner gets all the money in seungcheol’s wallet” he explained, watching as you expertly maneuvered around the room, trying to get closer to him. he was impressed as he watched you hurdle from one chair to another, reaching a hand out to steady you as soon as you were in reach. “if one of us wins, we’ll go on a nice date, cutie.”

sighs: when it's just you two

“cutie” he lets out a deep breath, sinking into the couch next to you. he’d been gone since the early morning, kissing you goodbye before the sun even dared to show face. said sun has long sunk below the horizon, beautiful moon taking it’s place and he finally made it home to you. 

“did you eat?” even after a long day he still thinks of you, knowing you’d likely waited for him to eat. shaking your head, affirming what he already knew, he fished his phone out of his pocket, handing it over to you easily. it was too late to cook and he was too tired to wait, to take out it was. 

“use my card to order something. my only request is that it be delicious.” you chuckled at his request, already pulling up the delivery app. he sunk further into the couch, putting an arm around you and pulling you into his side. he was finally starting to feel relaxed after his stressful day. “thank you, cutie.”

murmurs: in the middle of the night

“cutie…”  the name breaks the silence in the room, pulling you out of your light sleep. you hum quietly, letting him know you heard him but not turning on the bed to face him, far too comfortable wrapped in the sheets. it had been a long day of travel from seoul to jeju and you just wanted to rest. 

“i’m really happy you’re here with me.” he was whispering, trying not to wake his sleeping family. everyone was in town for his cousin’s wedding and the house was full of people. talk too loud and someone is bound to complain. but he couldn't resist talking to you now, knowing during waking hours you get no privacy given the sheer number of bodies around.  

“the wedding is going to be fun, i think.” he knew you were hardly awake, barely listening to him ramble on in the wee hours of the morning. as he watched your back rise and fall steadily he figured he should probably leave you alone and follow you off to dreamland so you could be well rested for the festivities. “good night, cutie.”

croons: into the karaoke machine

“cutie~” he extends the “e” sound of the word into the mic, his voice filling the small karaoke room you had rented with some friends to celebrate his birthday. there was nothing he loved more than singing, except maybe you. this room had been a surprise for him, a way to let him know how loved he is by everyone. 

“dance with me!” he was drunk, a little drunker than he’d usually let himself get but since it was his birthday he felt like he’d allow himself to indulge. he’d been singing for the better part of an hour, stopping only to take bites of food and shots of soju. his face was flushed, but it was hard to tell if that was from the belting or the alcohol. 

“happy birthday to me!” he shouted into the mic for the umpteenth time tonight, and you smiled wide, not even close to sick of it. you were so happy to celebrate him. he was loved and it was important that he know that. if you had to listen to him shout about his birthday all night long, you’d do it happily. “best birthday ever, cutie!”

sneers: on the court

“cutie, that’s another point for me!” you loved playing games with him, but only when you played on the same team. he was the greatest teammate but the worst opponent. competitive and driven, he was formidable and sometimes annoying, especially about badminton. and what had started as a friendly game has quickly turned sour. 

“come on, don’t mope.” he was about to serve when he noticed the downturned expression on your face. crossing under the net, he approached you, reaching out to run his thumb along your bottom lip that pushed out in a pout. his actions were soft but you knew it was only a front. he wasn’t about to take it easy on you, even if you begged. 

“this will be over quickly anyway.” he couldn’t help but laugh at the shift from forlorn to disbelief on your face as he backed away eager to get back to the game. back on his side of the net, he pointed to your baseline with his racket, “get in position, cutie.”

[jamesmydeer]

Hey! I have an idea for a Remus x fem!reader. They volunteer to babysit Neville and Harry(both James, Lily and Frank, Alice are ok) and kids try to set them up, get them to play games like Reader being a princess who they have to rescue and Remus - the knight, who has to kiss her (smth like Sleeping Beauty).

true love’s kiss

notes: if you can’t tell, i love writing dialogue.

wc: 2.8k

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Laughter filled the Potter household as James hoisted his son, Harry, and the Longbottom’s boy, Neville onto his shoulders. Harry threw his fists into the air, obviously used to his father’s antics. Neville gripped onto James’ arm and held on for his life.

“Potter and Longbottom have done it again! The quidditch cup goes to Gryffindor! The crowd goes wild,” he yells, bouncing up and down as if he were celebrating a big win from back in his quidditch days.

“Inside voice, James Potter,” Lily remarked, entering the room with her purse in hand and James’ coat thrown over her shoulder. He groaned and rolled his eyes playfully. “Fine.”

The boys giggled as James pretended to drop them and quietly mimicked the loud murmur of a crowd.

Lily plopped her stuff down on the table and turned to Alice, who was making sure Neville had everything he needed in his bag.

“Okay, I’ve got all my stuff, Frank is laying out the boys’ pajamas, James cast a protective spell on the house, I think we’re good to go!” She turned to look at the clock on the wall. “Remus should be here any minute now.”

“Uncle Moony!” Harry cheered, having overheard his mom’s conversation. “He’ll give us lots of chocolate. Just don’t tell my mom,” he informed Neville who nodded his head eagerly, pretending to zip his lips shut.

Alice turned to Lily with a confused look on her face as she queried, “You asked Remus to babysit?”

James walked towards the pair and grabbed his coat from Lily, kissing her cheek. “Well yeah Alice, leaving them with Sirius would be as good as leaving them alone.”

“It’s not that, I just thought I was supposed to find someone to watch them. Y/n is on her way.”

“Aunt Y/n!” both the young boys cheered. They couldn’t believe their luck at having two babysitters instead of one. Alice, on the other hand, was not as pleased with her mess up. She brought her hands up and covered her face as her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“Hey, it’s not a big deal. Two for the price of one,” James joked, slipping his coat on. He paused momentarily. “Except we’re not paying them, right?”

"We might have to pay Y/n if Remus loads them up with sugar," Frank chuckled, entering the room and throwing his arm around his wife’s shoulder.

“Maybe the boys can play matchmaker,” Lily raised her eyebrows and smirked. “Give them that little push they need.”

“The one they’ve needed since third year?” Alice adds. A knock at the door had everyone’s heads turning. James turned to walk toward the door, but the boys beat him to it.

“We’ll get it!” Neville exclaimed, racing Harry to the door. They opened it and you scooped them up immediately, playfully tickling them.

“How are my favorite boys in the whole world?” you asked, pinching their cheeks which earned a groan from both of them.

“You better not let Moony hear you say that. He might get jealous,” James teased. You rolled your eyes at James and set the boys down. You had just stepped foot in his house and he was already teasing you about your crush.

“Well it’s a good thing he’s not here, isn’t it?”

Lily and Frank looked at you apologetically, Frank sucking in through his teeth. James and Alice shared a similar expression of holding back laughter.

Your face dropped. “What did you do?”

James grabbed you and pulled you into the kitchen, Lily following suit. “So there may have been a wee bit of confusion on our part,” Lily starts to explain.

“No no no, this is a good thing!” James started, attempting to keep the situation strictly positive. He gripped your shoulders and looked into your eyes as if he was about to give you a pep talk. “You get to be alone with Remus for a whole afternoon. When was the last time you two were alone together?”

Lily was about to chime in that they would be watching his son, not alone, when there was a knock at the door.

“There’s your Moony,” James teased. He smoothed out your hair, jokingly making sure you looked good for Remus. He had known about your little crush since third year, but he still acted as if it were a big deal.

“You see him all the time Y/n. Just act like you always do around him,” Lily rubbed your shoulder comfortingly, then exited the kitchen to greet the second babysitter. You turned to follow her but stopped momentarily to punch James in the arm.

Lily opened the door for Remus who kissed her on the cheek. “Where’s the little tyke? Haven’t seen him all week,” he moved into the living room looking for Harry but was met with another familiar face.

He straightened up at the sight of you, his features softening slightly as a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I didn’t know you were fifth wheeling with these guys tonight,” he joked, butterflies filling his stomach as you laughed at him.

“I’m not. They’ve started a babysitters' club and were the only two members.”

Remus looked between the two couples who just shrugged at him.

“Do you four not communicate?” Remus scolded playfully. Hearing his voice, Harry ran into the room and jumped into his arms. Remus threw him in the air and you couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re lucky I like Remus,” you quipped. “Had it been someone else, I would’ve gone straight back out that door.”

James snuck a quick look at Remus and wiggled his eyebrows. He walked towards him and took Harry, all the while leaning in to whisper in his ear teasingly “She said she likes youuuu.”

Had James not been holding his son, Remus would have shoved him.

“I’m sorry you guys, I’ve just been so scatterbrained lately,” Lily apologized, kissing both of your cheeks in passing as she headed to the table to grab her purse.

You both reassured Lily that it was okay and both couples were ushered out of the door by their excited children.

“We love you, Harry, behave!”

“Mind your manners, Neville!”

The boys shut the door behind their parents and turned to each other. Neville winked at Harry in a way that looked a lot more like an exaggerated scrunch of his face. Harry nodded and scurried back into the living room, Neville a few steps behind him.

“Aunt Y/n, will you read to us?” Harry begged. Neville assisted by giving you the cutest pleading eyes you had ever seen. And although they looked adorable, you couldn’t help but think they were up to something.

You shot Remus a confused smile at the boy's behavior. He just shrugged his shoulders and chuckled. “Of course, she will. You boys go pick out a book.”

You giggled as they scurried away towards Harry’s room. You turned to Remus, who was already looking your way, a soft smile on his face. A blush ran up his face as he averted eye contact and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I can go make them a snack while you read,” he pointed his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the kitchen. He wanted to stay and listen to your pretty voice, but he was discouraged at the idea of you catching him staring again. 

“What? You don’t want to stay and hear me read the story they pick?” you pouted playfully.

Remus bit back a smile, pretending that he was having to think about it. On cue, the boys came running back in with their choice of book and settled on the couch beside you. They looked expectantly at Remus.

“Well, make room for me.” You met his eyes and smiled brightly at his statement. You grabbed the book from Harry’s little hands.

“Hmm, Sleeping Beauty. This is a very good pick.”

Harry and Neville snuggled into either side of you as you read. Remus observed the way you animatedly told the story. The way your lips moved with each word had him in a trance. It reminded him of how he used to sit in the library, hopelessly watching you study with a lovesick smile. He closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like if you read to him—just him.

Before he knew it, he was being shaken out of his trance by two eager little boys. The story was over and they needed something else to entertain them.

“Uncle Moony, will you please be the prince? Please please please?” Harry begged, holding his hands together in front of his face. Remus couldn’t help but scoff, seeing so much of his father in him. He looked at you for help as to what exactly they were asking him.

You giggle at the boys. “They want to play knights, Remus. They need a prince,” you playfully cleared up his confusion. He smiled at you and turned back to the boys.

“Oh, I see now,” he nodded his head in understanding. “And why do I have to be the prince?”

Harry and Neville shared a look as if the question was absurd. Remus could sense them growing impatient, so he stood up and allowed them to drag him away. He turned back to you and playfully mouthed ‘help’. You giggled and he couldn’t help the feeling of pride that came along with making you laugh.

Harry stopped and ran back towards you. He stood on his tiptoes and cupped his hand to the side of his mouth. You leaned down and craned your neck for him to whisper in your ear, a skill he hadn’t quite honed yet. “You’re the princess. Pretend to be in a deep sleep like Aurora.”

You pulled away and Remus held back a laugh as you wiped your ear. You mouthed an ‘OK’ and he ran back towards Remus to drag him away.

Once alone, you couldn’t help but ponder Remus’ question about having to be the prince. He was always like a prince to you. A blush creeps up your neck as you recall all the books you read about princes, and how you pictured them as Remus every time. The longer you thought about it, you realized that you pictured him as the love interest in every book you read.

You could hear them rustling around upstairs in Harry’s bedroom. You imagined how Remus looked playing along with them. How the sleeves of his sweater were pushed up. The way his eyes would crinkle as he laughed along with the boys. How soft his voice would get comforting them if they got hurt.

It got quiet for a moment, and you almost stood up to go check on them. Suddenly, there were three sets of footsteps running down the stairs. You quickly laid down and shut your eyes, trying to hold back a smile.

The ‘knights’ rushed in and kneeled at your side. Remus stayed back, standing in the doorway. His chest rose and fell in a soft sigh as he studied your ‘sleeping’ figure. He took advantage of the situation and allowed his eyes to linger. He noticed the corners of your mouth twitch and he felt his stomach do a flip.

Neville put his hand to your forehead to ‘check your pulse’, to which you could hear Remus softly blow air out of his nose. He moved from the doorway to kneel beside them whispering, “If only we had read a book that told us what to do to wake her up.”

“A kiss!” Neville exclaimed, earning a harsh shush from Harry. Neville giggled and whispered the same words again. Remus ruffled his hair and nodded down at the boy.

“That’s a good idea, Sir Neville. Try it and see if it works.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the soft voice Remus used with the boys. You always admired how the marauders played with Harry, but there was something extra special about the way Remus did it. He was so gentle and encouraging with them.

Neville began to lean in to kiss your cheek but was stopped by Harry’s small hand on his lips. He shot Neville a look that reminded Remus so much of the one Lily gave James when he says something stupid.

“True loves' kiss, Sir Neville! Remember?” he asked, the last word spoken through gritted teeth as if he was conveying something secret. Neville's face changed to one of understanding, before scooting over and making room. Harry turned to his beloved uncle Moony,

Remus’ eyes widened and his cheeks flushed immediately. His first thought was how much he wanted to, but his second was how much he couldn’t kiss you right now. Not while he’s playing pretend. This scenario had played out in his head over a thousand times and none of them involved children.

Remus shook his head and went to stand up, but Harry grabbed his hand. “But you’re the prince! You have to save the princess!”

You opened one eye and could visibly see how nervous poor Remus was. Since he had the boys’ attention, you took the opportunity to reach for his hand. He startled at the touch, then relaxed when your eyes met. You nodded at him softly as if to tell him it’s okay, just play along.

And you had meant that he could just pretend to kiss you. You figured he didn’t want to and was uncomfortable at the thought. That was not how Remus understood it. Remus took your actions as an okay to kiss you.

He blushed and squeezed between the two boys who were watching in anticipation. He leaned down so that his face was hovering over yours, and you felt his hair fall against your cheek.

Before you could start acting, you felt his lips graze the corner of your mouth. Your eyes snapped open as the younger boys both cheered. Remus pulled back suddenly and looked down at you horrified. Had you not wanted him to kiss you? You brought your hand up to touch the place his lips just had.

Before Remus could see your face break out into a smile, he abruptly stood. “Tell Y/n goodnight,” he stated, turning away from you and waiting. Both boys kissed your cheeks and followed Remus up to Harry’s room.

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Remus entered the kitchen to see you sitting on the counter drinking out of a mug. You offered him one, but she shook his head. He didn’t want it to throw him off the apology he had just rehearsed over and over.

“I’m so sorry Y/n,” he started, running a stressed hand through his hair. “I don’t know why I thought that was okay. I clearly misinterpreted what you meant and I hope you can forgive me.”

“Mus,” you called softly. He turned to you, making eye contact for the first time since the kiss. “Come here.”

He walked towards you slowly, as if he were a scared animal. The smile you gave him has the crease between his eyebrows relaxing. You motioned for him to come closer. He listened to you and slotted himself between your legs.

You slowly moved your hand to the back of his neck, lightly running your fingers through his hair—something you had wanted to do since you felt it against your cheek earlier. The other hand rested on his broad shoulder. He leaned down and placed his head in the crook of your neck to hide his blush.

“If I didn’t want you to kiss me, I would have stopped the game.”

You felt Remus nod against your neck, his eyelashes tickling your skin. He places his hands on your waist, rubbing his thumbs slowly against the fabric of your sweater. He retracted his head from your neck, choosing instead to lean against your forehead.

“Can I do it again?” he whispered shakily. You could feel his breath against your lips as he looked at you with pleading eyes. You bit your lip and nodded. His hands tightened on your waist as he eagerly crashed his lips against yours. You tugged on his soft strands and he groaned against your lips, pulling you flush against him.

He pulled away with a sigh, keeping his eyes closed and resting his forehead against yours. He started laughing and you were brought back to reality. Your face grew hot and you removed your hands from his hair.

“What?” you pulled back to get a better look at him. He opened his eyes and shook his head, unable to control his laughter.

“Remus, what?” you whined. He brought his hands up to cup your face and kissed you softly again. This kiss was much shorter, but you felt the same amount of butterflies in your stomach.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

+

"They kissed? Blimey, you exceeded my expectations kid," chuckled Sirius, handing Harry the new toy motorbike he had promised him for playing matchmaker.

“8 years. We tried to set them up for 8 years and my son does it in an afternoon.”

[ravencoloredroses]

Left Alone

Nyx x Reader

Summary: While the Inner Circle goes for a night out at Rita’s, Nyx and Y/N stay back home. 

Warnings: none :) (let me know if I missed anything)

Word Count: 990

A/N: I hope you like my first ever post! I don’t really see a lot of Nyx x reader fics on here so I figured this would be a good first for me! It's kinda short because I'm just testing the waters lmao. Please let me know what you think! <3 

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“How many times do you want me to say I’m sorry?” I cry out in between giggles as Nyx climbs on top of me.

“Hhm, probably at least three more.” Nyx laughs as he continues tickling me. “Maybe after that I’ll think about accepting your apology.” He tries his best to hide that beautiful smile.

I squeeze my eyes shut causing a few tears to drip down my cheeks. “Okay, okay! I promise it won’t happen again-” 

Nyx kisses away my tears. “You’re damn right it won’t, or else.”

“Or else what?” Nyx and I both whip our heads to the stairs to see his dad and the rest of the Inner Circle staring fondly at us. 

“Uh oh Rhys, looks like we walked in on something.” Cassian sends me a wink while Nyx sits us up on the couch. 

“Why aren’t you guys ready to leave yet?” Mor asks with hurt in her eyes. They are going out to Rita’s for the night and the plan was for us to join them, but-

“Because they’re not going,” Nesta says, strolling past everyone towards the front door. 

“I’m sorry Aunt Mor, but Y/N isn’t feeling well and I need to stay back with them” Nyx looks over at me pleading for me to back him up.

“*cough* *cough* Yeah, I don’t feel so good. Sorry guys.” 

“I don’t know what you guys are up to, but I know I don’t like it.” Rhys says with a smirk. He walks over and puts an arm around Feyre. “We’ll only be gone for a couple of hours. Please for the love of the mother, stay here and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do-” 

“Woah, don’t give them any ideas” Cassian cuts him off. “Just be sure to use protection. Oh and Y/N, I don’t know if Nyx showed you, but if you scratch right about here on his wing it-”

“OKAY, thank you for that Cas” Azriel butts in before Cassian can finish his demonstration. “But seriously, if you want me to leave a shadow here, I’ll be more than happy to”

“That’s okay uncle Az.” Nyx says as he scoops me up into his lap. “I think we’ll be okay.” After a nod from Rhys and one more wink from Cassian, they finally walk out the door.

“Do I still have to pretend to be sick?” I laugh, looking over at Nyx as soon as the door closes. He shakes his head and smiles at me for a few seconds before he's pushing me off to the side so he can get up. I watch him go up the stairs and disappear down the hallway into his bedroom. A minute later he reappears with a book in his hand.

“How about we read together? I was just about to start this one. Do you want me to read or do you?” He grabs my favorite pillow as he walks back over to the couch.

“Can you? All this talk of me being sick has me feeling sick.” 

Nyx throws his head back laughing. “Aw baby, let me take care of you.” He gestures for me to stand and then lays us down. I snuggle myself between his legs with my head on his chest. His heartbeat is a steady drum in my ears as he wraps his wings around me.Nyx clears his throat and flips to the first chapter. “Once upon a time, a very handsome and charming heir of the Night Court-”

“That is not how it starts!” I try to look up to see his face which I can tell is smiling ear to ear.

“How would you know? Have you read this one already?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact I have. Twice! Now start over.” Nyx laughs and rubs a soothing hand up my back as he actually begins to read the story. His baritone voice is lulling me to sleep no matter how hard I try to stay awake. It’s not often Nyx and I get time completely to ourselves, so I try to savor every moment that we do. 

About an hour into the book, I’m just drifting off as Nyx leans down to drop the book on the floor. He shuffles down lower onto the couch and threads his fingers in my hair. “I love you so much, goodnight my love.” He places a kiss on my cheek and I snuggle more into his chest. 

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“That is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire existence.” A loud whisper fills my ears.

“Shhhh Cas! Don’t wake them up” 

“But Az, look! Tell me that’s not the cutest thing you’ve ever seen in your entire existence. Rhys! Come look at your son and tell me that’s not-”

Nyx places his hand over my ear to muffle the sounds. “Uncle Cas. Please be quiet. I don’t want them to wake up.”

“It’s a little too late for that” I mumble as I peek my eyes open. Cassian is sitting on the couch across from us with his hands on his chin, staring with a now shocked face.

Feyre comes over and pulls Cassian to his feet. “We’re sorry dear. We’ll leave you two alone now.” With that the rest of the crew file up the stairs. Feyre looks back one more time, probably visualizing this scene as a painting. Rhys stops on the bottom stair and a look of fondness flashes in his eyes. 

“Dad-”

“Alright, goodnight you two.” 

Nyx continues playing with my hair and places a kiss into my hairline. “I’m sorry they woke you up honey.” I hum and kiss the back of his hand in response. Nyx chuckles. “If you want, I can tell you that story about the handsome and charming heir of th-”

“You know what? That’s okay baby, maybe some other time.” I feel Nyx’s chest shaking with laughter. 

“I love you.”

“And I love you.”

[shunin-gumis]

Designs of Happiness - Track A26

L4mps Main Story Translation

Title: Twin Mayors of Ward 15

Characters: Toi, Ryui, Nagi, Daniel, Netaro

Summary: Toi is finally reunited with his brother Ryui. The protagonist invites Ryui to act as a Ward Mayor but Ryui refuses. However, when Toi extends the same request…?

Thank you aca @/463ce6, myun @/myuntachis Niri @/Niri_riri and jes @/arcanecrayonn for helping me with proofing!

Location: Hakodate Hotel Room

Toi: …Mm…

Momiji: Oh, Toi-kun! Are you okay? 

Toi: Oh, Chief… and everyone else too… 

Ryui: …… 

Toi: Ani-sama!?

Ryui: …Hey there, sleeping beauty. 

Toi: Oh… 

Toi: Ani-sama…Ani-sama!!

Toi: Please, don’t go anywhere! Don’t leave me alone again, please…!

Toi: I can’t do anything if you’re not with me! A world without you is not a world I want…! 

Toi: Because you’re everything to me… 

Ryui: …Dammit.

*Ryui hugs Toi*

Toi: Ah… 

Ryui: I won’t leave you ever again, so don’t cry… I’m sorry, I made you go through a hard time, huh?

Toi: Hehe…it’s okay now… We’re finally together, and you gave me a hug…

Toi: Ani-sama… You’re as warm as always… 

Ryui: …You too. 

Momiji: (...I’m so glad they got to reunite.)

Toi: By the way, what was I… 

Nagi: You fainted back at Daimon Yokocho.

Daniel: There was a bunch of stuff goin’ on back there, like earthquakes and people getting ill… Well, none of it was as serious as yours though. 

Netaro: An angel had descended! 

Yodaka: It seems like all of us ended up a little too inebriated. 

Momiji: Toi-kun, do you remember going to Daimon Yokocho? 

Toi: No… 

Daniel: Weren’t we pretending that never happened? 

Momiji: You’re right, we should leave it alone. Looks like he’s back to normal anyways. 

Yodaka: Now, Ryui. As we’d explained earlier, we’d been searching for you all this time. What is your next course of action? 

Ryui: …… 

Momiji: Why not come back with us to HAMA?

Daniel: No idea why you left in the first place, but there’s nothin’ to lose going back for now, right? 

Netaro: We lose money since the traveling costs increase. 

Daniel: Don’t be a bummer.

Nagi: Did you do what you came here to do? 

Ryui: …tch.

Nagi: That’s okay. Just forget about it and be a Ward Mayor with us. 

Ryui: Don’t put it so lightly, asshole..!

Toi: I want you to be a Ward Mayor too! 

Ryui: Alright. 

Momiji: Really!? That was fast! 

Ryui: What? You think I’d ever refuse Toi? 

Ryui: (As I am now, I can’t get into Aomori… I’ll definitely come back later. For now, I’ll head back to shitty HAMA, for Toi…)

Toi: And, and! I want you to live with us at the HAMA House!

Ryui: Okay. 

Toi: We’ll plan events with them… 

Ryui: Got it.

Toi: And have Ghizli-viewing parties!

Ryui: Okay.

Daniel: He sure is sweet on his brother.

Nagi: I see. 

Toi: Ani-sama, don’t leave me without saying anything, okay?

Ryui: You got it.

Nagi: Please be the Night Team’s leader.

Ryui: Ha? The fuck you think you’re doing? I’ll kill you.

*Ryui puts Nagi in a headlock*

Nagi: No, wait– Can’t breathe…. 

Momiji: (He’s harsh on anyone who’s not Toi…) 

Netaro: Discrimination due to love! 

Daniel: C’mon, let him go. You’ll choke him out for real otherwise.

Ryui: Shut it. He needs this.

Toi: Ani-sama, are you listening to me…?

Ryui: Of course I am.

Yodaka: I suppose all’s well that ends well.

Momiji: You’re right!

Momiji: (There was a lot of strange stuff that happened, like the earthquake, and the breaking glass, but…)

Momiji: We’ve finally assembled the Night Team! 

L4mps A Side is complete! Good job for making it here, and thank you for reading!

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[mrs-monaghan]

Art is such a powerful thing man. I swear. Letter is the proof. Jimin is literally screaming his soul and heart out while singing in our headphones, and so many people pretend that he wrote that song just for them. I would have loved to know that such a beautiful song was made for me, for us, but it was not. And what I love the most about it, is that nothing is certain. Jimin always leaves us the benefit of the doubt. He needs that doubt himself in order to protect his relationship. That “dear.army” is not for everyone. If you want to see it, you will, and you’ll be able to read between the lines, to see that full stop that changes everyting. If you don’t want to, you’ll read it all together. And pretend that mark is not there. The same goes for the lyrics. “We don’t know what days await us”, “we’re afraid”, “the fun moments between you and me” and so many others. All these sentences can refer to armys, sure. I mean, if you really strain it… yes, they can. And that’s why Jimin is so smart. Their bond is special, it’s a literal gift that makes them able to turn off the lights of cameras , of telephones, of the internet and the whole industry, and enjoy themselves, just the two of them, in their little world. “They’re not close anymore like they used to be”: yes they are. What some people don’t get is that the “loudness” is still there, but in a different form. It’s in Jk’s eyes, in Jm’s smile when he sings letter. In their little moments together that we’ll never know about unless they tell us about it. They’re probably kissing, eating together, dancing together, sleeping. Maybe fighting too. And Jimin is never going to tell you “yes, that song is for the love of my life”. Forget that. But he can say anything else in his songs, and only people who are able to appreciate their bond will see it. Others won’t, and those people are the same that will never understand how deep the love between Jikook is. I can’t imagine how much hard it was for them to always hold back their feelings, to try to hide them so bad. To always be careful with words, actions, touches. I think they’re just learning to live their love in private, because the needing to tell the world that they’re in love must have faded with time. A part of them will always desire to share it with the world and the public, I think, but they must have realized that what they need is their other half. No external validation, no spotlight. Sadly, sharing it would wear this love out, because not everyone would get its preciousness. JM and JK still don’t know what awaits them, but they live with this only certainty: that they love each other. And this is scary. This is nothing and everything, if you think about it. Everything that they have it’s them. They never had certainties unless their love. But they’re together, and fear will be overcomed by both, as they always did. As those two young and unprepared kids did, growing up together. I have so much to say but I already wrote a lot. Sorry. I just wish them the best, and I hope that one day this love will be set free from judgment, doubts, hate, and from distracted eyes that can’t notice its pureness.

Jimin’s live performance of Letter is so good!

Damn. You're tearing my heart up. This is just

Gonna go cry now 😭

[seasidesandstarscapes]

Much Ado About…Well, Everything

Summary: Roger falls in love while Chuck is waxing poetic

Rating: G

Genre: Canon Era, Falling in Love, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Slice of Life, Shakespeare References

Words: 1434

A/N: for @sparrow-in-the-field !!! It was so much fun writing these two. Thank you for the prompt!!

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AO3

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The shell house is abuzz when Roger gets there.

He didn’t think he had slept in that late, but everyone else is already there, voices colliding in an echoed din.

When Roger joins his team, a piece of paper is immediately shoved under his nose. Chuck’s grin is wide, bright, and Roger wonders if Chuck got any sleep the night before.

“Stub, Shorty, and I got the parts. You better be there,” Chuck all but throws the flier at Roger before bounding off to hand out some more.

Roger blinks, looks at the bold text, the obscene amount of exclamation points. He remembers the off-comment Roger made about trying out for the local theatre’s spring play, but he thought it was a joke.

“What part?” Roger asks when Chuck eventually takes his place next to him.

“Benedick. Shorty is Claudio, Stub got Leonato.”

Roger tries to think back to his high school English classes, but he never was one for Shakespeare.

“You’ll help me practice, won’t you?” Chuck smiles.

With a swallow, heart beating in his ears, Roger nods.

He’s not going to survive to opening night.

~

The thing is, Roger never meant to fall in love with Chuck.

In fact, he doesn’t know how it happened. One day Chuck was just a friend and the next, Roger couldn’t keep his head on straight.

Had Chuck’s smile always been that beautiful? Was his voice that deep this whole time? Roger turns on his head trying to figure it all out.

It doesn’t help that he has no one to talk to about this. He’s sure he’s the only one on the team who’s like this. The unspoken side of the world no one wants to acknowledge. So, he has to fester inside himself, try to deny his feelings.

Except, it’s harder than it looks. Chuck is so casual with his arm thrown about Roger’s shoulder. When they’re out drinking, Chuck doesn’t even think as he leans in close to speak in Roger’s ear over the blaring band in the corner.

Roger shivers as Chuck’s fingers dance along his neck.

“She’s a looker,” Chuck points to the singer, a blonde bombshell in a form fitting dress.

She is pretty, Roger can see that, but it doesn’t stop the envy in his chest. “Yeah, she probably has a boyfriend already.”

“Yeah,” Chuck sighs wistfully. “Ah, well. We’ll find our girls someday, won’t we, Rodge?”

Roger knows there won’t be anyone but Chuck. At least not for many years. He forces a smile, nods before taking a sip from his drink.

Chuck has taken to rubbing circles in Roger’s shoulder now. It’s maddening, but Roger doesn’t move away. For just a little while he can pretend this is something more.

They take a few minutes to enjoy the bar scene, people-watching the variety of couples, bright colors against the dim lamplight. Roger sees one woman lay her head on her man’s chest as they’re dancing and his heart aches.

He won’t ever have that chance. He won’t know love like she does.

“Thinking about stealing her away?” Chuck’s voice rumbles in Roger’s very soul.

Roger closes his eyes, inhales sharply. Chuck’s breath tickles his ear and Roger thinks he feels lips just graze the outline.

“Thinking I should be getting back,” Roger mutters. “We. Practice tomorrow.”

Chuck gives a small laugh, slaps Roger on the back. “Ever the wise one. Shall we?”

Getting to his feet, Chuck throws his coat over his shoulder, raises a brow at Roger. Nodding, Roger shoves on his hat and follows.

They walk back to the dorms in relative silence and thank god for that. Roger’s mind is abuzz, all he wants is to just tell Chuck the truth. But then everything would fall apart.

When they reach their respective rooms, Roger looks back and freezes when he sees Chuck doing the same.

“Night, Roger,” Chuck all but purrs.

Roger uses all his strength to stop his knees from buckling, steadies himself on the door. “Night, Chuck.”

He rushes into his room, slams the door shut which makes Joe lift his head just a little from his bed. He mutters something but falls back asleep to Roger’s relief.

In the darkness, Roger finally takes a breath. He’s in a losing battle and he doesn’t know what to do. So, he trudges over to his dresser, gets ready for the night.

Maybe a good night’s rest will help.

~

“Alright,” Chuck slams down a thick booklet in front of Roger. “I need help.”

Roger glances from the table to Chuck. Here he was just having a nice moment in the sun room and now Chuck’s come to disturb the peace. Not that Roger is truly mad at him.

“Thought you were rehearsing with Stub and Shorty,” he frowns.

“Yeah, but they aren’t cutting it and I can’t get this part right.”

Roger doesn’t trust this excuse but he picks up the script anyway and flips through the pages. The amount of lines Chuck has is astounding and Roger’s stomach flips. How he must sound on stage, his voice shaking the auditorium, reverberating in everyone’s hearts.

“Which,” Roger clears his throat. “Which part?”

Chuck takes the script from Roger’s hand, turns to the last few pages. “From here.”

Roger raises his brows but starts where Chuck instructed. Chuck is a natural, he has all his lines perfect, even his cues, so what his plan is underneath all this is beyond Roger.

“Soft and fair, Friar. Which is Beatrice?”

“I answer to that name. What is your will?” Roger winces.

His reading is stilted but in his defense, he’s not supposed to be a masterful actor.

“Do you not love me?”

Roger pauses, glances up at Chuck. He forgets the script, swallows as Chuck stares right into his eyes.

He does. With all his heart.

Then, Roger shakes himself, tries to get back to the lines.

“Why no; no more than reason.”

Shakespeare himself is taunting Roger and if he could go to England, he’d do it in an instant to yell at the dead man.

“Why, then your uncle and the prince and Claudio have been deceived; they swore you did,” Chuck makes his way over to the couch, oh so slowly sits next to Roger.

“Do…do you not love me?” Roger stumbles over the line.

This is all too real. His heart threatens to burst out of him, the script crumpling in his tight grip.

“Troth, no; no more than reason.”

The next moment is a dream. Chuck leans in, his breath gracing Roger’s lips. Roger knows they shouldn’t, knows he should push him away but he just can’t. He wants this so much, he’ll destroy everything just to have Chuck.

He sighs when Chuck kisses him. It’s just like he thought. Chuck is harsh, but calm, guiding Roger through their bated breaths.

Roger falls easily, melts when Chuck takes his face in both his hands. They follow each other in their embrace, a reluctance to part until they absolutely must.

“How long?” Roger asks as their foreheads press together.

“I don’t know,” Chuck admits, voice just above a whisper. “Maybe always.”

Roger nods, covering one of Chuck’s hands with his own. He’s going to wake up any minute now. But as the seconds pass, Chuck doesn’t fade. They’re still in the sun room, the script long forgotten on the floor.

“Your…,” Roger points to it. “What about your lines?”

Chuck laughs, bright and loud, pulling Roger into a tight hug. “Rodge, opening night is next week. I think I’d be in deep shit if I didn’t have my lines all but perfect.”

Roger’s eyes go wide. It was a ploy after all. He’s not mad though. If this is what gets Chuck by his side, then Roger loves him all that much for it.

He joins in with Chuck’s laughter, loves the way Chuck stares into his eyes. The calloused hands on his skin are perfection and Roger wonders how he ever lived until this moment.

With a devilish grin, Chuck leans in close to Roger, breath hot on his ear.

“But…we can always rehearse some more,” Chuck murmurs.

Roger bites his lip, soaks in Chuck’s rich, tantalizing voice. With just one nod, they scramble from the sun room, tear off to Roger’s dorm. Joe’s always out with Joyce after all. As Chuck pulls him into another kiss, Roger flies into the clouds.

Sitting in the crowd next week will be torture but at least Roger will know that all the love Chuck recites will be for him and him alone.

[babesiamthemenace]

Prompt List

Fluff and/or Angst

"You handled that situation perfectly."

"I like looking at you." 

  “Will you sleep with me?  I know how that sounds, I just mean—  I feel safe when you’re there.”

"There is nothing I would change about you." 

“Please stay.  I don't think I can be alone tonight.”

“Wait— have you been here all night”  

“I’m not ready to say goodbye yet”

“honestly I can’t sleep,  so if you wanna stay up with me”

“I’d rather fuck than stare at the ceiling counting sheep to be honest.”

 “You are very endearing when you are half asleep.”

“Don’t be so stubborn.”

 “I’ll be here to protect you.”

​​“you’ll regret this.” “no, I won’t.”

“I think I love you.” 

 “You have my heart.”

 “It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

 “It is not morning yet.”

 “Go back to bed.”

 “It’s you, it always has been.”

 “You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.”

 “I’d do anything for you.”

 “You are really warm, maybe even concerningly so.” 

 “I’m just cashing in my favor.”

 “I love you.” “You shouldn’t.”

“We didn’t choose this.” 

“You mean everything to me.”

 “Isn’t this illegal?” “Yup.”

 “Meet me here, tonight.”

I can’t sleep without you.”

“Those aren’t the words.” 

 “I love you.” “Can you say it again.”

“Turn around, I can’t focus when you’re looking at me.”

“God, you’re so fucking cute.”

“I don’t even get a goodbye?” “you don’t deserve one.”

 “Everyone already thinks we are a couple.”

 “I love you, but it’s four in the morning.”

"Oh, come on, put up a better fight than that,"

 “Could you please just pull over.” 

 “I didn't know where else to go.”

 “Don’t freak out, but…”

“just because you can doesn’t mean you should”

 “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

“You are a shit liar.”

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

 “Well my mom already adores you.”

“Because I care about you, okay?”

“Was I your first kiss?”

“Why should I care?”

“You should smile more.”

“That fucking hurt.”

 “You are not weak.”

 “What’s between us?”

"You expect forgiveness, but you refuse to ask for it."

I love you...like a lot.”

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“Let me do this, please.”

“How have you survived this long by yourself?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You can’t save everyone”

“I like being close to you. You’re warm.”

“Say you want me, and I'm yours.”

"I think about you. Ceaselessly."

Don’t go where I can’t follow.”

"Your wish is my command."

“No, I won’t calm down.”

“I will always be here.”

“I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

“Don’t worry about it. I was already awake.”

NSFW Prompts 

“Do that again” 

“Let me see those eyes.”

 “That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.”

 “So, you do have a dirty mouth.” 

 “You taste so good.”

 “Now everyone is going to know your mine.”

 “Quit teasing.”

"The things I want to do to you..."

“Use your words.”

 “How fun do you think teasing is now?”

 “Keep quiet, we don’t want anyone hearing us.”

 “Did I do that?”

 “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

"You're not playing fair."

 “Say it again.” 

 “Only for you.”

 “Are you going to be good for me?” 

“Keep your eyes on me.”

 “No need to be quiet.”

 “Did you lock the door?”

 “Make me.”

“I want you to ruin me.”

“You’re really good at that.”

 “Like what you see?”

 “I need you.” 

“Just tell me when to stop.”

"I think about you. Ceaselessly."

 “I should let you take control more often.”

 “Be gentle.”

“This feels dirty” “That’s because it is”

 “Tell me if it’s too much.” 

“You need to stop looking at me like that.” 

 “I may have left some...marks.”

 “All you had to do was ask.”

 “You shouldn’t say that.”

“I will never get enough of you.” 

 “Once we start, I may not be able to stop.”

[topplefromthesky]

Almost Famous review/analysis

NOT professional, just enthusiastic

Almost Famous - 2000 - Cameron Crowe

I find it hilarious how a 15 year old and a 30- something can both fall for a 16 year old and both have a chance or actual involvement with her, like sex, the 30 something had sex for a year with a now 16 year old then 15 year old, this is a problem, it truly is, 1973 or 2000 or 2023 its a problem, al though the movie is set 1973 where this is very likely to had happened, you know drugs, alcohol, rock an roll baby, (with minors all around……. Girl minors(chicks)….fully grown men…. Married!) so anyway I wouldn’t want the movie to sugarcoat the reality that this was(is?,ew), but also not romanticize illegal activities with minors! And grown men!. So… getting that out of the way, I loved the film, the mother was a little too much to be honest, but really loved it. Obviously Penny Lane was the most interesting person there, none of the band were interesting nor appealing, even the kids… even VIC was more interesting, VIC! Honestly I was very surprised how William managed to keep his cool during some of the scenes, you know if you literal dream about being a rock writer and meeting all these musicians and suddenly you got the gig and you’re there, in the same hotel as fucking David Bowie, and you’re just there.. standing there, with a fucking poker face, HOW?! Seriously howwwwww?! Since the whole point of William is that he isn’t cool like they made sure you know that, with that scene where he’s talking on the phone with Lester bangs, he’s definitely not supposed to be cool but the poker face, that was cool, every single time. My favorite besides penny lane, (we’ll get to penny lane I promise).. definitely was the constant battle of everyone deciding to either be who they think they are or who others think they should be, it was funny and relatable, we’ve all been there, and everyone wants the same thing (at least in this movie) to be cool, ….oh to be cool…., more than an actual personality it's just an essence a way in which you move or talk or blink… only if you are cool… which you’re kinda born with, there’s no way to achieve it, that’s why everyone wants it. 

Penny Lane, i don’t know why they just couldn’t have said she was 23 or something, why the fuck would they say she’s 16, and she goes to morroco by herself! At fucking sixteen when everyone else is in school, getting pimples and a job at seven eleven, you can’t even leave the county alone at sixteen. For the sake of my sanity I’m just going to pretend Penny Lane is the same age as Kate Hudson when she played her, which is twenty one. So, anyway, penny lane…. Where to start… honestly you have probably seen a million characters like her, you know, the girl, the girl everyone is fighting so desperately not to fall in love with, oh so hopeless, she’s got it all, the beauty, the brains, the witty commentary with the references you have to google, and of course! Also the abandonment issues, daddy issues, mommy issues, she’s like a miracle you just can’t believe she’s this amazing and this damaged… what's not to love! But honestly she’s sweet and kind and considerate, you know, in the way you wished you were, the kind of way no person that attractive should be, and we all see how amazing she is…… but her, that’s the thing! The thing every writer HAS TO put in…. She is blissfully unaware of her “unique” perfection, she is just so perfectly imperfect, but not in a Disney princess kind of way, ugh no, I mean, we are still talking rock an roll here, obviously she sleeps around, she kisses and flirts, but you know in a cute way, in a “I don’t care” way, in a “you wish” way, either you wish you were her… living your life to its full potential or you wish she was yours. I think it's funny the kinds of names they always and I mean ALWAYS put to these types of characters, penny lane…. That’s easily one of the worst full of charm and personality names I’ve heard, let's go over the list, I mean, Clementine… really… Now there’s actual people naming their daughters clementine and it's all thanks to Michel Gondry, who else.. lets see Ramona flowers, eh kinda normal, there’s like 10 quirky girls named summer, cause it’s just the best, I mean, THE BEST season (hair flip), honestly every Zooey deschanel character deserves a spot, oh i just remembered her actual real name is Lady…. She actually chose to be Penny Lane, Ha! I wonder if lady bird got the inspo, I mean, LADY BIRD, that’s it….I’m done, anyway, loved the film, it literally talked nothing about music and that to me is golden. 

[valkirsif]

Unthinkable ch 53

Word 3100

Warning smut

“..a smile please..”, “..over here.. Tom..”, “..can we have a kiss?..”, the photographers kept asking for poses while Tom and Y/N strolled through the gardens of the Horti, they had been following them for hours, first at the restaurant and now in the park, that photo shoot had been arranged with various magazines and the couple tried to please everyone, Tom was at ease, used to that kind of day.. for Y/Nor was it harder to relax and feel at ease, "Think you are in the park at Rice's .." the man whispered to her, embracing her, the woman blushed remembering their walk, she tried to relax and enjoy the private visit in the gardens, the couple had been in Rome for two days and they had spent between photos and interviews, Y/N hadn't seen his family yet but that evening they would be hiding in Marco's house, away from everything and everyone, the woman's phone rang in her purse, “Hello” Ali replied, “Y/N is busy at the moment do you want to leave a message?” The pr hurriedly wrote and hung up smiling at Y/N that she had stopped to ask who had been looking for her, “Ali?!” she asked, "It was Marco, he said he was waiting for you to go.." Ali replied puzzled, Y/N smiled, the night before she had arranged with her family to be picked up after service, Gian had stopped by the hotel to pick up their change for the next day without being noticed, hours later the photographers thanked and left, the woman asked for the phone, "We're done, we'll wait for you at the secondary entrance of the Horti in 5 minutes" she said to Marco in Italian so that Ali and Luke didn't understand, they walked away calmly asking for the next day's programme, "At 5 tomorrow afternoon the stylists arrive to prepare you for the premiere, quick dinner at 9 and off to the cinema.." Luke was saying looking at the programme, her friend's car had arrived, Y/N smiled at her boyfriend and dragged him towards the car, they got in and Marco set off in a hurry laughing like a little boy together with the woman, "Darling you're crazy you know" Tom laughed at her holding her tightly, "Give me the phone we have to warn Luke ..", “Do we really have to?” asked Y/N continuing to laugh handing him the phone, "We could disappear .." she proposed mysteriously, "..Luke don't worry we'll take the evening, tomorrow at 5 we'll be at the hotel.." the man said hurriedly starting up immediately, "Marco where are we going?" he asked, “You will be confined to the apartment outside Rome, it's kind of our secret lair..” he laughed as he drove slowly, “We haven't been together since you arrived.. a kidnapping was necessary”, "At least for one evening there will be no paparazzi lurking or fans trying to enter the room" laughed Y/N semi-serious, all that situation had stranged her, the first night a girl no more than 15 years old entered the room pretending to be a waitress, they couldn't go on the terrace because the paparazzi were in the opposite buildings ready to steal photos, she needed some peace at least for a few hours, they arrived just outside the city and parked. "Welcome Tom" said Marco closing the gate, "Make it like your home", Y/N threw her shoes and handbag to one side, took her boyfriend by the hand and showed him around the house, "We sleep here" she said entering the attic, "There is a beautiful view from the terrace", you could see all of Rome from the roof, the woman made herself comfortable throwing on a t-shirt, "You can relax my love, no one knows where we are .. just my family" she laughed unbuttoning her boyfriend's shirt, "Outside there is a hammock, a bottle of wine and good food waiting for us..", “..And here is a bed that looks so comfortable ..” Tom answered caressing her hips, “..how can you be so sexy with an old shirt on?” he asked about her tooth of her putting his hands on her butt bringing her closer to him, "Could we relax before your family arrives, or will Marco be offended?", "Mister Hiddleston, you tempt me.. very much.." answered Y/N undoing his trousers, ".. a nap seems like a great idea to me.." she smiled leaving him, "Marco let's take a nap.." she yelled, opening the door, a laugh came from the room as an answer, the woman returned to the bed, Tom had undressed he approached her holding in his hand the scarf that the woman had worn in the gardens, "Come here Kitty" he said in a low voice staring at her, "I would say to take this off.." he slowly slipped off her shirt touching her back, Y/N held her breath excitedly, the man stroked her back and shoulders scratching her lightly, not wanted to leave signs, the woman replied meowing, kissing his neck tightly against him, ".. how beautiful you are .." he took her in his arms and pushed her onto the mattress, he remained at the foot of the bed looking at her, he kept passing the silk scarf undecided on how to use it, ".. do you want to play with me Kitty?" he asked as he walked around the bed and sat next to her, "Yes" whispered Y/N smiling, the man took the scarf and blindfolded her, the heart of the woman started running, it was so exciting not to see what he was about to do, she felt her boyfriend moving around the room, felt when he sat next to her, his hands moving over her skin, brushing her hips and belly, he bent over on her to kiss her, Y/N heard a rustling near her face but she didn't understand what it was, she tried to follow the noises with her head, she held her breath when "something" touched her face, Tom had taken a peacock feather from vase and was using it to tease her, he slid it over her face descending on her delicate neck, he followed her curves spiraling around her breasts up to the nipples which instantly swelled, the woman panted excited by not knowing her boyfriend's next move , “Hands over your head..” he whispered in her ear, the woman complied, she heard the man's low laugh before he pinned her hands to the headboard with his belt, he moaned at her when she felt his hands tighten, "..You really like it kitten" Tom ascertained of her kissing her neck, he slid the feather on her body making her goosebumps, he squeezed her thighs excited looking for relief from that torture, "Shh it's useless for you to get upset so Kitty" he whispered in her ear touching her belly with the feather going down towards her pussy, the woman opened her legs impatiently, she would have begged but Tom had told her to be silent, she bit her lip, the feather passed over her body making her shiver, the man moved around her approaching to kiss her or blow on her neck and breasts, she felt him lean on the foot of the bed, caressing her ankles going up, the man knee between his legs, Y/N arched around his hips, “We're impatient…” he growled leaning over her to kiss her before penetrating her, he took all his time enjoying the woman moaning under him, he started to move following the panting of her clinging to his hips, “…I love hearing from you meow..” he moaned squeezing her thighs, increasing the pace impatiently, “..my Queen..” he growled bringing a hand to her clit, stimulating her, making her moan and beg, “..Thomas .. please ..” gasped Y/N tightening her belt, she heard the man laughing at her fucking her quickly, making her enjoy her by coming after her, he stood panting with his head on her breasts resuming breath, "I love you" he whispered in her ear as he untied her hands, the woman took off her bandage and clung to him, "I love you" she replied kissing him, they heard cars stop at the gate and sound the horn, the couple got up and showered before joining the woman's friends in the garden. "Poppy!! Finally we see you" they said when the couple went out into the garden, "I never thought I'd have to "kidnap" you to see you" laughed Roby hugging her, Tom had made himself comfortable on the hammock to leave room for the group while he said goodbye, "Hey Tom, welcome" Gian greeted, going towards him, "Sorry, we stole it for a moment" he laughed, shaking the man's hand, "It's all yours until tomorrow" Tom replied greeting the rest of the group that had moved towards him, Franc opened a couple of bottles and they settled down to eat and drink all afternoon, ".. see you at the restaurant at 9 tomorrow evening don't be late.." said Y/N checking the times for the umpteenth time, ".. the car will pick you up at Roby's ok?", "Don't worry, we know, we will be perfect and on time" they teased her, even Tom laughed at that anxious side of her, "We already have the elegant dress and the passes in the pocket .. relax Poppy", "Will it be just us for dinner?" Niko asked curiously, "Yes, there will be photographers and journalists" Tom answered for her, the group was super excited, the woman looked at them smiling, "After dinner straight to the theater, they will take you to the reserved box while we do the parade between photographers and lights" he laughed seeing the anxious face of the girlfriend, "I'm curious to see the dress you'll wear Darling ..", "We too .. although we were with you, you changed so many clothes that at a certain point we got lost" they laughed, it was a beautiful sunny day and they decided to have a barbecue for dinner, they divided themselves between cooking and preparing the embers, "Roby go get me some rosemary please" said Y/N while she grated the lemon peel to marinate the meat, “No Garlic Poppy?” asked Marco passing her the oil, "With tomorrow's interviews we can't risk killing someone with our breath" laughed the woman, "I miss it too, it fits so well in the flesh but I discovered that the peel of lemon and lime are not bad", "Do you need a hand my Queen?" asked Tom entering the kitchen, “I need a kiss..” she smiled as she turned to him, “..and the knife from the second drawer..”, the man took her face in her hands and kissed her, “Mmm Lady Loki her knife” he laughed at her handing her a big blade, “You look dangerous with that tool in your hand”, “You don't know how much Mister Hiddleston,” Y/N answered nastily, they laughed, “If if you like, you could make kebabs, my love” she laughed passing him the meat and vegetables, they had a happy dinner, it was nice to spend an evening without the fear of stolen photos. “I'll be right there Miss Hiddleston” said Urbinati passing by the room to check that Tom's dress was perfect before focusing on her, Y/N smiled at her motionless in front of the mirror as they began to prepare her, the first 3 hours had been dedicated to shower, make up and hair, only the dress and jewels were missing, a stylist was tightening her corset.. a bit too much, “I'm not breathing can you loosen it please?” she asked in a breath, "Excuse me Miss" the man replied loosening the laces without losing the hourglass shape he wanted to get, "Is that okay?" he asked smiling at her in the mirror, the woman nodded her head and the man went back to fiddling with hooks and ribbons, Y/N heard two interns giggling, “..If she wants to look slim she should squeeze him tighter..” one of the girls was saying in perfect Italian, ".. yeah.. think about how much extra fabric they had to use to redo the dress.." replied the second while pulling out of the boxes a few pairs of shoes to choose from, the woman didn't escape the teasing but didn't want to do it case, it wasn't the first time that a stranger opened his mouth and gave vent to jealousy, "Elena the clothes" Ilaria said snapping her fingers, "Rosa the shoes.. let's go move I don't have all day" she said seriously carrying the jewels, "Looking at the photos of the various evenings I thought of something not too showy" she said gently revolting to Y/N pulling out of the box a simple necklace of sapphires combined with the earrings, "They will illuminate your face without standing out too much", "Thank you Ilaria they are beautiful" she replied in Italian, "Why two hangers?" she asked turning around, she noticed that the interns were bleached, "Armani thought you would like to enhance the breasts and sent both the dress you chose and a variant" replied Ilaria showing her the dresses, in the second the strip of gems that marked her waist had been lengthened towards the breasts drawing a kind of Yggdrasil, "He thinks it's in tune with the evening, you decide" she smiled, “I like it very much” said Y/N touching the dress, “Thank Armani for me”, she smiled deciding to wear the second one, the stylist helped her to put it on, they put her shoes and jewels on her before double checking that the effect was perfect , Ali as always took photos throughout the process, "What do you say? Do you feel comfortable?" asked Ilaria adjusting her necklace, "The color looks great on you, you match Miss Pataki" she smiled, "Everything is perfect thank you very much Ilaria" replied the woman grateful for the help, "I'm a little nervous about the idea of wearing these jewels .." she knew she was wearing a capital in stones and white gold, "Don't worry, Cartier has sent 2 guards to check that no one tries strange maneuvers .." she replied calming her down, ".. when you are in the theater you can take them off if you want", “Darling you are beautiful” Y/N she turned hearing the voice of her boyfriend, “I like the color” he said kissing her neck, “The car will arrive soon”, Luke and Ali had changed and were ready to go downstairs, "Thomas it's time .." Luke called them, "We're coming..." Tom said taking the woman by the hand, "..one second Thomas I want to thank everyone, it takes me a moment" smiled Y/N returning to the room where his staff was disassembling lights and mirrors, "Thank you all for your work" she said aloud to the group, "Sorry.." she said to the interns, "..for your future work, I advise you to weigh your words and be sure that the person who pays you does not understand you.." she said smiling, the girls apologized and the woman went out ready to the evening, she would not have said anything to Ilaria hoping they had learned their lesson, she unleashed her best smile clutching Tom's arm as they left the hotel, photographers and fans had crowded next to the barriers, they smiled and said hello, the man signed a autographs before getting in the car and driving towards the restaurant. As for the day at the Horti they were surrounded by photographers, it wasn't a dinner .. it was a picnic, the couple managed to eat just a few bites between a snap and a question, the friends of Y/N giggled eating heartily at the next table , the woman looked at her boyfriend pleading the evening had just begun and she felt ready to go to bed.. she was exhausted she really needed a double coffee, “Would you like anything else?” the maitre d' asked after the waiter had cleared the table, "A sweet?" "Tiramisu for me" Tom replied, "For the lady a double coffee thanks" he smiled at his girlfriend who thanked him in a low voice, Luke looked at his watch every 10 minutes, let them drink their coffee, thanked the photographers and they left again, at 9 o'clock they got out in front of the theater full of screaming fans ready to parade, Ali accompanied Y/N behind the barriers safe on the red carpet waiting for Tom who at that moment passed from one fan to another shaking hands, smiling, taking pictures and autographs happy as a child, the woman smiled watching him, another car arrived, Chris H. and Elsa got out grinning and waving, the couple's pr escorted Elsa alongside Y/N, "Hermana" she laughed hugging her, "Let me look at you .. you're gorgeous", "I'm huge" Elsa laughed back, "We look like twins.." she laughed next to her, the women stopped chatting and struck poses as soon as they saw a group of photographers turn towards them, they smiled at the lenses making themselves admired by all positions, the comrades reached them shortly after, “How are you feeling querida? Isn't it better if you come in and make yourself comfortable?” Chris asked her wife hugging her smiling for her photographers, “That would be great, you guys will have at least another 30 minutes..” she replied. “..can I steal your Y/N?” she asked Tom, “Of course… Darlings?!” he turned to her girlfriend who nodded smiling, they took another couple of shots and took her friend by the arm following her pr and entering the room, "Thanks hermana, I'm very tired these days" she said sitting Elsa, "Chris didn't want me to come but I wanted so much ..", “Don't thank me.. you were the perfect excuse to run away..” Y/N laughed at her handing her drinks, her family was catching up with them, “..they are my friends..” she smiled she introduced them, “Can we sit with you?” Gian asked not seeing any names on the armchairs, "We'll move when the others arrive" he smiled, “Sure guys, sorry I'm weirded out by the evening” laughed Y/N, “Ali..” she called, “Tell me Y/N are you okay?” she asked as she approached, “Yes yes everything is fine.. please can you find me some coffee please?” she asked hopefully, Ali smiled and walked away followed by Elsa's pr, they returned shortly after followed by a waiter and coffee for everyone, "Thanks a lot Ali, I was about to fall asleep" laughed the woman finishing her cup, she and Elsa were getting ready for the visit to Madrid when the men joined them.

[psychedelic-charm]

cannibalcoalition:

21lillian21:

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crowdog66:

moffatsmonsters:

a nonexistent cosplayer from a convention that never happened. nothing was seen on friday. certainly not an angel named erika.

(cosplayer: 21lillian21)

I keep seeing shots of this costume being posted, and I have to say, I absolutely LOVE it. The asymmetrical wings in particular are a beautiful touch.

Erika was a lovely, even if most certainly not an angel at all, person. In place of a very important but redacted panel that clearly didn’t happen, they stepped in and helped make sure the slot was filled. I, for one, enjoyed talking to them and they clarified some… rumors for me. The entire weekend was cancelled due to a scheduling error, but this was one of the… err.. entities who filled the void of time and made it well worth the wait for Monday. 

Oh my gods!!! Thank you all so much for the kind words about this cosplay. I’ve worn this cosplay before but there weren’t many Nightvale fans that recognized it and this convention was amazing for me and I had so much fun and everyone was so nice. All of these kinds words mean so much after all of the shit us cosplayers have had to wade through just to find pictures of cosplays from this weekend.

Thank you for the amazing pictures and thank all of you for the kind words and for making this weekend so amazing for me. The Nightvale fan dom will always be one of my favorite fandoms. ♡

Honestly, I should be sleeping right now because I have work tomorrow in… 5 hours. But if there is one thing that I have to say about the Night Vale groups that were there, you really stuck it through. I mean, I had a table. It would have been a terrible idea for me to leave. But you, all the Kevins, the Cecils and Carloses, Intern Danas, Faceless Old Women, ladies, gentlemen, Citizens of Night Vale… you could have left. You had no reason to stay but you did because even more important than seeing them perform live was being around people that you shared something in common with. That was more important than anything. 

The fandoms were great, honestly. But at the end of it all, this was a chance to finally see, face to face, the people that we always knew were on the other side of the screen. And that is what makes this beautiful. 

We were talking today about how incredible it would be to just have a Night Vale con. Even if it was just a one-day meetup or something, even if the cast was never booked. Just have everyone come in their Night Vale best. Have panels about solving the spider illiteracy problem in our county, how to properly calibrate a bloodstone circle, detox programs for wheat addictions and/or their by-products. I want to know headcannons, I want to extend the universe. I want to tell jokes and be in character and pretend that I don’t believe in mountains. 

That would be awesome. Even if it was just a day-long event of everyone being as silly as humanly possible, I would love to meet other people and their extended universes. 

Maybe one day we’ll do that. I think we could. I think that given how we all didn’t give up, we could probably make that happen some day. (But not right now. Work in 5 hours and all.)

Oh, and if you’re wondering, I was the Cecil with the mobile radio station. I talked to you on Sunday, out of costume. Red tie, black vest. Thanked you for sitting in on the panel even though I had to leave early. 

These wings with eyes give me the creeps.

[lovesosweeet]

MAY THE BEST MAN WIN

competing for the best toast at their best friends' wedding, calum and tanner go from being pretend rivals to… something like friends. maybe a little more? may the best man win.

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part four

Despite meticulously planning every detail of the weekend, down to whose cards would be put down to start tabs at clubs, Tanner forgot that she would wind up drunk by the end of the night. She and Valerie are just a few ounces of booze short of an absolute wreck. They’re clinging to each other on the dance floor, the bass of the DJ’s set vibrating through their bones and the lights strobing around them, before Elle announces she needs to pee.

While they wait for her, the rest of the crew of intoxicated women are gathered in the bathroom, consoling a stranger over a breakup, when Calum calls Tanner.

“Hello?” She yells into the phone, her hand covering her other ear to try to hear whatever Calum says on the other side of the line above all the noise.

“Hey, are you guys gonna want to get to bed soon? If not, I was gonna power nap.”

Tanner glances over at Valerie and Lauren, who are making the stranger they’re consoling recite positive affirmations while they hug her. Being still, she realizes just how drunk she is and how hazy her head feels. She decides they probably should head out soon, considering they have another two days of activities and at least one more night of going out.

“Uh, yeah, maybe we should head out.”

“Oh, okay, awesome. I’ll, uh, be there in a bit,” Calum says. He’d not realized how much he was hoping he could go to sleep soon. 

“I’ll share my location so you can find us. Call me when you’re here!”

Tanner hangs up before Calum can reply. She shares her location like she promised and then she approaches her friends. 

“Tanner, tell her she’s a bad bitch and doesn’t need a man!” Val yells. 

She smiles. “You’re beautiful, and your worth isn’t defined by your relationship status.” It’s now that she notices the girl is holding back tears and her eye makeup is smudged. A pang goes through her heart and she feels bad for her. She’s spent many nights crying over unhealthy relationships in club bathrooms herself.

Valerie glares at her for not saying exactly what she’d said, but Tanner knows she’s not actually angry.

“Rachel! There you are!” Another girl enters the scene, apparently looking for the girl who’s in Valerie’s arms. As Rachel looks up at her friend, the friend’s eyes go wide.

“Wait, you’re Valerie Summers!” 

All of the eyes in the bathroom snap over to the group, and Tanner curses under her breath. She’s not in the mood to be stampeded by girls who want pictures with her best friend, especially not at 3 in the morning. It sobers her up quickly.

“Yes, she’s Valerie Summers, but we are leaving!” Tanner grabs Valerie and Lauren by the hands and tugs. “Elle, Sarah, we’ll be in the lobby!” 

The “bride tribe” reconvenes in the lobby, which is starkly bright compared to the bathrooms and dance floor. Despite telling everyone in the bathroom that they were leaving, everyone suddenly recognizes the model and wants pictures with her. Even drunk, Valerie is incredibly photogenic and she loves the camera being on her. She’s obsessed with the spotlight, and dressed in her white getup, paired with her fame, all eyes are aimed in their direction.

Tanner checks her phone and is surprised to see that Calum started sharing his location with her. Why would he do that? All he needs is her location. She doesn’t need to see his. Regardless, she checks it and sees that he’s still at least 10 minutes away. She only has to put up with this for 10 more minutes.

“Oh my god, I need food,” Sarah groans, leaning her forehead against Tanner’s shoulder.

On cue, Lauren and Elle perk up.

“Fuck, can we get pizza?” Elle asks.

“Or fries? Can we get fries?” Lauren asks with hopeful eyes.

Tanner shakes her head, already annoyed. “Sure, guys, we can use Door Dash when we get back.”

“No,” Sarah whines. “We have to stop on the way!”

“Guys, we’re already making Calum come pick us up at 3:00 in the morning. We are not going to make him stop and get your drunk asses food.” 

While Tanner is glad they have a designated driver for the entire weekend, she does feel sorry that he had to give up his whole weekend to some girls he doesn’t know. Sure, he knows some of them, AKA Lauren and Val, but Elle, Sarah, and Tanner have barely spent more than a few hours with him. She just would feel even worse asking him to drive around, hitting a pizza place and a drive-thru and whatever else the girls would end up asking to do. They’d be lucky to be in bed by 5. She’s starting to feel much too frazzled, with the girls she’s with nonstop talking about food from all around her to the 

“Calum won’t mind,” Lauren argues. She’s known him the longest of everyone, so she should be right, but Tanner still doubts that Calum wouldn’t mind. She doesn’t know much about him, but she very much assumes that Calum would mind very much. No one wants to be out this late unless they’re being drunk idiots or working. 

“Wait, why is Calum here?” A random bystander who just took a photo with Valerie asks. “Is he dating one of you?”

Tanner panics. “No!” She yells it a little too quickly and loudly, causing Lauren to smirk at her.

“He’s our designated driver,” Elle explains to the girl. 

“Oh my god!” The girl shrieks, turning to her friends and starting to yell about meeting Calum Hood and Valerie Summers. 

Tanner cringes. She wishes Calum was already here so they could leave. Her very drunk, very famous best friend is being bombarded for selfies, and she’s obliging with giddiness, but even without much media training herself, Tanner is hesitant to let Valerie continue to speak to strangers in this state. It’s probably unwise to ignore it, so she decides to step in.

“Hi, sorry, but no more pictures at this time. It’s her bachelorette weekend and we’ve had a long day,” Tanner says, putting an arm between Valerie and the next girl in the swarm who wants to get a picture. 

She protests, and the other girls waiting their turn groan about it not being fair, but Valerie flings her arms around Tanner happily. Tanner does her best to support her best friend’s weight, which is teetering on her sparkly white heels. She calls out to the rest of the bridal party to go outside to wait for Calum. There will be bouncers at least to protect them if anyone else bombards them. 

The rest of the crew continues to add to the list of fast food places they want to stop at on the way to their home for the weekend while Tanner sobers up even more and watches Calum’s location get closer and closer to theirs. With each turn he makes and each block he drives, she feels relief. 

When the SUV pulls up in front of the club, the tightness in Tanner’s chest releases. Calum turns on the hazards and rolls down the window to ask if they need help getting in. He quickly notices everyone stumbling clumsily toward the car, but Tanner tells him to stay where he is. She makes every girl show her the inside of their clutches to make sure they have their wallets and phones before she holds out a steady arm to help them climb into the car. As she climbs into the passenger seat, Calum notices a bright red, smudged kiss mark on her cheek.

With everyone’s seatbelts fastened, Calum starts driving again while everyone rattles off which pitstops they consider mandatory. Like Lauren had promised, Calum is accommodating everyone’s late-night cravings and heads to the first stop, McDonald’s. Tanner types in all of the stops on Calum’s phone that’s connected to the car.

The backseat drivers are singing Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus while Calum drives. He has some random oldies rock station playing on the speakers and Tanner is silent, checking her schedule for the next day over and over and making sure nothing is canceled or unconfirmed. 

“You’ve, uh, got a little something,” Calum whispers to her. He motions at his right cheek with his hand.

Tanner blushes and rolls her eyes. “No way,” she says sarcastically. 

She unfolds the sun visor and opens the mirror, checking the massive smudge of red left behind by an overly thankful Valerie praising her best friend for the best night ever. The kiss mark is far larger than she had expected. 

“Get a little flirty on the dance floor?” Calum asks. He’s curious to learn more about Tanner. The only times he’s seen her have been in the past 12 hours and the engagement party, and she’s shown so many sides of herself already. What is drunk in Vegas Tanner like? How did she get this massive stain on her face?

She laughs. “No, doofus. It’s a kiss from the future Mrs. Irwin-Summers.” 

He chuckles in response. “Gotcha, just wanted to know if I needed to keep an eye out for someone taking my spot as your favorite person this weekend.”

“Excuse me,” a very drunk Valerie interjects. She sticks her arm on top of the console while she leans forward into the front row. “I’m her favorite person ever. You’re not even in the top five.”

“Listen, you have a right to your opinion, but I think Tanner likes Cool Guy Cal more than you’d expect,” Calum defends before he gently pushes Valerie’s arm back to the backseat. 

An hour and a half later, the drunk crew is scrambling through the lobby and to the elevator, all of them aside from Tanner and Calum having a hard time staying up right. Calum has to pick Sarah up from the floor as the elevator arrives to their level. She remains nearly limp in his arms while he carries her. Valerie has her arm hung around Tanner’s neck while she narrowly avoids tripping on their way to the condo. 

Tanner has never felt this sober while being drunk. 

She’s clutching a few big bags from their pit stops that are full of empty burger wrappers and half eaten slices of pizza. Calum watches as she manages to act like a caretaker in a situation where she should be the one having the most fun aside from Valerie, but yet, she’s having the second most boring time, if not the most boring time. Calum at least got to rid himself of the caretaker title while the girls partied. Tanner has been on maid of honor duty since the moment she stepped off the plane.

Hell, she’s probably been stressed for a month over all this plus the shoot she just did.

Tanner helps Valerie into her bed and uses a makeup wipe to remove her makeup while she falls asleep. Once she’s made sure everyone has gone to bed, she changes into her pajamas and removes her own makeup before she heads to the kitchen to sort through the food to toss the garbage and put the rest in the fridge.

But when she gets to the kitchen, Calum has already done it for her and is scrolling on his phone while he waits for the kettle he put on the stove to sing. 

“You didn’t have to clean up, you know. You could’ve just gone to bed,” Tanner says, frowning slightly. He also did all of the dishes from throughout the day. That’s not his job; he’s just here to run errands and drive them all over Las Vegas. Tanner already feels bad that he’s here at all, now he’s cleaning up messes that are her job.

Calum shrugs. “Figured you could use a hand after all the babysitting you’re doing. I don’t mind.”

Tanner nods. “Well, thank you. I’m sorry we’ve kept you up so late.”

“You’re a fun bunch. I really don’t mind. Valerie has done her fair share of babysitting me and the rest of the band, so it’s fair.”

“Maybe I’ll have to babysit you at the wedding to return the favor. I can only imagine what the four of you are like when drunk.”

He frowns. “That would only make sense if I was babysitting you this weekend, which you seem to have a major aversion to.”

She shrugs, heading for the fridge to get a water bottle. “Maybe tomorrow night.” 

Calum nods and watches as she grabs a bottle from the top shelf, her cropped t-shirt riding up just a little to show a small section of a tattoo on her ribcage. He gulps and looks away quickly. “Do you want some tea?” He asks, trying to redirect his attention.

Tanner closes the fridge and looks at him with a lopsided smile. “Tea?”

His eyes widen in confusion. Is she making fun of him?

“What do I look like, the Queen of England?” She asks with a horrible mock-English accent. 

Calum rolls his eyes but can’t help but smile at her goofiness. “People all over the world drink tea, Tanner. Not just British people.”

“Well, I can’t say anyone outside of England has ever offered me tea, but I’ll allow it this once.”

“Allow what?” He asks, laughing quietly. She’s hopping up on the counter of the island to talk to him and that makes his grin widen further. 

“I’ll allow an Australian man to offer me tea,” she explains. “And, even luckier for you, I’ll accept said offer.”

Happy with his victory, Calum grabs another one of the tea bags that he’d bought at the store earlier. Then, without warning, Tanner’s stomach gurgles loudly. So loudly that Calum nearly flinches.

It’s only then that he realizes that none of their food pit stops had included anything for the maid of honor. All she had done was obtain everyone’s orders and relay them to the cashiers, but not once had she asked for anything for herself, despite paying for all of it.

“Miss Thorne, do you need something to eat?” He asks. His eyebrows are raised and his hands are on his hips, almost like a parent or teacher scolding her. 

Tanner shrugs. “I’m about to have a piping hot cup of tea, do I really need anything else?”

“Tea is basically dirty water. It sounds like you need food.” He nods at her stomach.

“Not really in the mood for another protein bar and I don’t feel like cooking, so I’m just gonna wait until morning,” she says, eyeing the steam that’s starting to come from the kettle on the stove.

“If you drank any of the alcohol that you smell like, you need something in your tummy.”

Calum pours the boiling water into the two mugs, handing one to Tanner before he heads to the fridge to grab a package of cheese and a jar of mayonnaise. 

“Okay, one, are you saying that I stink? Because, um, rude. Two, did you, a grown man, just say tummy?” She giggles, pulling on the string to the tea bag and watching the water get darker as it steeps.

“No, no you don’t stink, sorry. You smell great, normally, but there’s uh, an… air of tequila that’s coming through, too,” he stutters out. His words are jumbled as he gets out a pan to put on the stove where the kettle just was.

“No comment on ‘tummy’? Didn’t take you as one to go down without a fight, Mr. Hood.”

While she’s calling him out on ignoring something she said, she’s ignoring the fact that he told her she smells nice.

“My point still stands, you need something in your tummy.”

It’s then that Tanner realizes this man is making her a grilled cheese without even asking if she would want one. Since the burner was just on for the kettle, the pan is already sizzling while the sandwich cooks.

“What are you doing?” She asks, even though it’s very apparent that he’s making her a sandwich at 5 in the morning. 

“I am making you a delicious grilled cheese.”

She starts to smile then. “So I have ‘something in my tummy,’ I take it?”

Calum laughs. “You’re smarter than you look, Miss Thorne.”

Tanner gasps, grabbing a tea towel from next to her and whipping it at him. “You take that back right now!”

“Why? I called you smart.”

“You said I look dumb, too.”

The two of them fall into quiet giggles, both conscious of the several people sleeping just a few feet away from them. When they stop laughing, all it takes is a brief moment of eye contact before they’re snickering again, with Tanner almost losing her balance on the counter from the shaking of her shoulders. 

“I like your smile, Danny,” Calum says when they manage to regain their composure. “And your laugh.”

Tanner is confused again, raising her eyebrows at him, but he’s not looking. He’s plating up her grilled cheese. “Danny?” She asks as he hands her the plate.

“Danny Tanner. Full House. Bob Saget,” he quickly mumbles out, shrugging. “Tanner. Danny Tanner. It’s not that weird.”

“Aren’t you Australian? Why do you know that much about Full House?”

Calum tries to keep a neutral expression, but his cheeks flood red. “My, uh, ex. It was her comfort show. We’d watch it on plane rides and on the tour bus and stuff.”

She nods. “Sounds like she had good taste,” she says. She’s not sure if she’s only referring to Full House, or maybe she means that she had good taste in men.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Ferid x Reader | Welcome To The Real World

⚠️[Warning: Implied sexual implications]⚠️

Rewatching the anime that you loved so much you weren’t expecting to have the beautiful vampire trash fall through your Tv

At first you’d try to see if he was real taking a nearby can of spinach and launching it at this dude’s head

It makes contact and a wound in the unconscious vampire’s head

Realizing this is real you bravely attempt to drag his body into your absent roommate’s room shutting the door and blocking it with a chair

Exhausted and overwhelmed you’d retreat to your room to sleep

When you wake you’ll find this weirdo cuddled up next to you

Tired and feeling like your personal space is invaded you’ll push his face away from you with your pillow

After awhile your desire to eat would entice you to leave the job of suffocating this guy for some food

After having your mandatory snack you finally acknowledge Ferid who was looking around curiously 

You’ll bring yourself to sit down with him and explain the ins and outs of the current time

“WELL DOVE I’M SURE WE’LL BE GETTING ALONG JUST FIINE”

He seemed way to excited for being in this new world

While you voiced your concerns about him trying to take over the world he assured you that it was no longer possible

Saying he was as weak as a human but he did still need blood

You offer for him to go into the woods and find some animals but instead he retorted with the threat of everyone else in the building

You say its fine and he giddy will begin to live alongside you

For awhile it doesn’t seem to matter that this is an obligation

He’s a lot more polite, he was generally respectful. and he was acting not at all like his typical self

When you confronted him about this his reply is this:

“I want to gain your trust, dove. How am I going to convince you to comeback with me if its not willing?”

Wait, what?

This revelation reveals that at some point in his world he had figured out a way to access yours

During your many times re watching he has found a way to watch you and he joined yours hoping he could bring you back

You tell him why you’d say no but he persists with this persona before he reaches a breaking point:

“Oh darling dove! I’m hungry and I have something to tell you!”

Peeking out from your room you undo the bandage on your arm preparing for your weekly ritual. 

“Yeah what is it?”

“Actually can I bite somewhere new?”

You hesitated but he pouted and you caved. Picking the infamous spot of your neck you tried to ignore how touchy Ferid was getting with his hands. 

“Dove, I’ve been thinking you seem to not take me seriously when I say I want you.”

“Ah-I just don’t think it could ever work between you and me. You're just–mmh- kind of a jerk in the show and I just can’t see you otherwise. Oh!” 

With every kind of rejection in your response he’s started biting harder. He was beyond annoyed, he had entirely changed his character for you, totally suppressing how many times he’d love to pursue his desire to take advantage of your vulnerability. Even being weakened in the modern world had him still overpowering you and of course your trust in him being unwavering. He was tired of pretending to be the meek friend;  he was ready to embrace his status as the predator. 

You weren’t ready to suddenly be let go and then picked up by the vampire. Carried wordlessly to your room despite your protests he plops you on the bed climbing on top of you.

“OHKAY Casanova hold on dude, thst doesn’t mean I want a one nightstand.”

“Dove, Darling you don’t realize how much I need you. I’ve been waiting for this for so long.” 

His red eyes seemed to glow as he started to tear at your top. 

“H-hold on Ferid! What happened to convincing me t-to go with yo-HEY! That's my favorite top!”

“This is even better than my world! Here I don’t have to worry about that stupid queen or even those idiotic Imperial demon-weapon humans–take this off!” 

“Eeek, not my shorts!” 

You were sure you should have been scared or intimidated but for whatever reason you couldn’t find this more hilarious. Maybe it was because of the blood loss but you just couldn’t seem to grasp the gravity of the situation. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Bathory.” “You touch them anymore and we’re putting an end to you right here right now.”

Sucking his teeth he moves to hold your wrists stopping you from lolling out of the bed as you continue to react deliriously. 

“Oh Mika-chan and your princess’ friends, how nice to see you.”

Wasn't my best but I wanted to try something new

Hope you enjoyed🖤🖤🖤🖤

[thefoxandthepenguine]

Flashback (Pt. 3)

Leigh Shaw x Reader

Summary: How Leigh and reader turned from acquaintances to lovers after Matt died (plot based on the original drama).

Pairing: Leigh Shaw x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+ only), fluff, angst (a little only), praise kink, fingering (r giving and receiving) and oral (r receiving), cursing [Please lemme know if I miss anything]

Word count: 3.5k

a/n: Yea well I finally managed to write a smut for this. It’s so difficult working on a smut and I hope you will find it sweet and hot at the same time lol (that’s how I’m trying to make it feel like). I think we’ll have 2 to 3 more chapters to go, so please lemme know if you want to be tagged. Thanks for all your support. ❤️

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Spin-off

Part 3

1 year and 7 months ago

Leigh was sitting on the edge of her bed angrily. She had absolutely no idea why Jules was being so difficult recently. Mom and she had been up whole night, waiting for her just to finish that stupid gingerbread house. Why couldn’t she just apologize for being late and they could all finish that shit together, pretending everything was okay for Christmas?

Christmas this year was already suffocating enough without Matt, and Jules was just making it even worse.

Leigh felt irritated...annoyed. She tapped her foot subconsciously on the floor as she scrolled through her phone to find someone to talk to－to complain to.

Not Drew. He turned off his phone and went to bed at 10 for his beauty sleep. Such a grandpa. Leigh rolled her eyes at that.

And definitely not Danny. This emoji conversation was just getting better with him. She would not want to go through the searching and pursuing all over again. And to be honest, she was still figuring out a way to get along with him after his confession.

And well...there were not many options left. She knew deep down that she was picky and sometimes...just sometimes she could be difficult to deal with. Especially after Matt’s death.

Her finger paused when she saw Y/N’s name on the screen. The bubble stopped popping out a week ago, with Y/N’s last attempt to start a conversation with her by commenting on the new donut shop a few blocks away from Beauty Beast. And there were no new messages from her ever since.

That was exactly what she wanted, wasn’t it? She knew she had built a barrier between Y/N and her. She built it on purpose, and she was the one who pulled away first.

She knew she was being impossible, but the idea of not hearing from Y/N haunted her.

Why did everyone just stop calling and texting after a period of time? First Danny then Y/N.

Why did everyone just break their promises?

Why was everyone leaving her?

She was pissed. She thought for a moment, and just grabbed her keys and went out to her car.

It must be EMT doing the thing on her brain.

//

You knew you were in over your head.

You were laying on the couch, feeding yourself with ice-cream and popcorn while watching ‘Love Actually’ on Netflix.

You knew you were in over your head by the fact that watching ‘Love Actually’ did not make you feel any better.

Maybe watching a romantic movie alone with Christmas coming was the last thing you needed. Your mind kept drifting to the night you spent with Leigh in Palm Springs whenever you were alone.

You had not talked to her much since your night together. You tried to send her a message from time to time, most of them were trivial and casual topics you could think of. She would reply eventually, but usually one to two days after you tried to start the conversation, and it mostly ended with one sentence or so.

And to make things worse, she left the studio once the sessions ended and you never got the chance to talk to her. The irregular donut date no longer existed anymore without any doubt. Even if you sat at your usual spot for four consecutive weeks.

You tried to give her the time and space needed to process what you had said to her. But you guessed you did not need to be a genius to know her answer now. So you stopped texting her a week ago. It was not like you gave up on her, no－but you just did not want her to feel like being bothered, if not harassed, until you could come up with a better way to deal with this whole thing.

Maybe you should not have made the first move to kiss her.

Maybe you should not have pushed her too fast, too far.

Maybe you could still be in each other’s life without letting those words spill out of your mouth.

Maybe it was better to have a part of her than not to have her in your life.

Maybe you just wanted too much.

You sighed.

Being sober was definitely not helping at all. You needed some distraction now that you were alone.

You were grabbing another bottle of beer from the fridge when someone knocked on your door. You set the bottle on the kitchen counter and frowned when you looked over the clock on the wall. Who would possibly pay a visit to you at 11 without a heads-up in advance?

“Coming!”

To say you were shocked to see Leigh standing at your door would be an understatement.

“Hey.” Leigh slipped into your apartment once you opened the door.

“Ugh-hi,” you gestured to the air before closing the door, “by all means, please come in.”

You turned around to face Leigh, brows frowning, still very confused and shocked by her presence in your apartment. “What are you-how do you know my address?”

“Your application form for Beauty Beast.” Leigh pursed her lips and ran her hands on her hair, slightly embarrassed by her own answer.

Okay, that was definitely not what you were expecting when you filled out those forms. Not that you were complaining though.

“Oh.” You were not sure what to say next so you said nothing at all.

It was odd. Until Leigh broke the silence.

“Why did you stop texting?” Leigh had her hands on hip and stared at you, eyebrows raised waiting for your reply.

“I-I ugh, well I don’t want you to feel...overwhelmed, or pressured to reply to me.” You were taken aback by her question, not sure why she even cared or what kind of answer she was expecting. But still you answered wholeheartedly.

“So you decided to stop reaching out for me without asking?” Leigh scoffed and you were starting to feel a bit annoyed.

God! She could be so infuriating sometimes. She was the one to leave you out in the cold and now she was blaming you for not reaching out? She could not be serious. “I thought you made yourself pretty clear by showing no interest in replying or seeing my face at all.”

“I did reply to you!” Leigh walked closer to you, hands throwing in the air.

“What? Like 3 times a week? Wow that’s a lot! Do you know a conversation takes 2 to go on?” You sniffed in annoyance.

“I still replied!”

You suddenly realized how close you were standing from each other. Despite yourself, you were doomed the moment you looked into Leigh’s emerald eyes, even if they were glaring at you.

All you wanted five minutes ago was to have Leigh back into your life. Here she was now, standing right in front of you, literally asking you to talk to her again. What else could you ask for? So why ruin everything by shouting at each other?

“Okay! I’m sorry Leigh. I’ll text you starting from tomorrow. Are we good?” You surrendered by letting out a deep breath.

“Yea…I think so.” Leigh seemed not to be quite expecting a sudden change in your attitude. She just blinked a few times in surprise when looking at you.

“Great.” You nodded to her. “Is that why you came to my house at midnight? Just to ask me to text you back?”

The silenced tension was creeping in again.

“Do you have any plans for tonight?” Leigh looked around at your apartment to take a brief look at it, and finally turned around to meet your gaze. Avoiding your question by asking you a new one.

“What? No, ugh-it’s already 11. My plan is to finish the movie and go to sleep...why?” You glanced at the television screen behind Leigh, without noticing her closing the distance between the two of you.

“Nice then.”

She cupped your face and pressed a heated kiss to you. Your breath hitched for a brief second and your heart pounding fiercely at that sensation. Of all the things that you had imagined since Leigh made her appearance at your place, her taking the initiative to kiss you was the last thing that came to your mind.

However, it did not take you long to kiss her back. You missed the way her lips felt on yours. You had replayed the kisses that you shared repeatedly in your mind, and every time you thought of it, it just made you want Leigh more. To savour her all over again.

You tightened your grip on her waist and kept stepping backwards until you felt the couch behind you. Leigh was melting into your arms, basically clinging to you when you moved across the room.

Leigh straddled on your laps when you fell on the couch, your lips finally parting for the first time. “Are you drinking?” Leigh sat back from your kiss and locked her gaze with you, both of you still panting against each other.

You nodded without saying anything, your head still a bit dumb to come up with something to respond.

“I missed this,” her cheeks flushed while she was pecking on your lips, her hands holding your face, “and I think I need this.” Your heart fluttered as you felt her warmth in your arms and at the affection she displayed to you.

But a tiny nagging voice in the back of your brain told you to stop. That this was wrong. It took you like a month to have Leigh back to your life after the last time you had sex with her. You would not want to make the same mistake again.

As if she could sense your hesitation to respond to her kisses, Leigh sat back and started unbuttoning her shirt quickly. Her gaze did not waver and you could not move your eyes from her. You held your breath and that poor little voice just vanished right away.

You could feel the fire lifting up in the pit of your stomach.

The shirt was loosely hanging over her shoulder when Leigh was done with the last button. You guided her arms out of the sleeves and dropped it somewhere on the floor.

You were mesmerized by the way Leigh sat on your thighs in her bra and jeans, her eyes darkened with lust, her cheeks reddened with pleasure and her chest rising heavily with anticipation. Everything about her just turned you on.

You just wanted her.

You pressed a kiss on her bare shoulder. You lingered for a while before running your tongue along her throat and collarbone until you reached the swells of her breasts.

Leigh gasped and you could feel her breath quickened. She ran her hands into your hair, tangling your locks gently and arching her back towards you.

You smirked and obliged the unspoken command willingly. You nudged the bra upwards and squeezed her breasts eagerly. Leigh moaned in pleasure the moment she felt your hands on her.

“Y/N…”

Your eyes screwed shut when your name split out from Leigh’s lips. The way she moaned your name drove you wild. You needed more of it.

You licked your lips, leaned down and captured one of her nipples into your mouth. “Fuck,” a whimper fell from Leigh as she grabbed your hair tighter involuntarily and it was beginning to hurt. Not that you cared. It actually spurred you on to know you could have this effect on her.

You began to graze your tongue over her hardened nipple, gently at first, then suckled on it avidly, and you kept alternating the actions with your tongue. Everything about her was intoxicating. You could probably do this all night if she would let you. You could feel her arms clasped around your head, pushing you closer to her.

“St-stop teasing Y/N,” Leigh moaned and rested her head over yours.

You chuckled softly against her nipple and earned a slap on your shoulder. You started kissing back to Leigh's neck following the trail that you made earlier and bit the soft skin there gently.

Your free hands lowered to start undoing the buttons to her jeans. It did not take you long and when you were done unbuttoning all of them, you tugged at the waistband and Leigh lifted herself up a little to help you pull them off.

You leaned back to the couch to take a better look at her. Your eyes trailed from her breasts, down to her stomach and finally her core. And there she was, panting heavily with her bra over her breasts and a red laced thong. You just realized that the lingerie was a match.

Your fingertips roamed over the bare skin of her inner thighs gently. Leigh’s breath hitched when you reached her heated core through her thong.

“You come here prepared,” you bit on your lower lips, brows raised in amusement when you finally tore your gaze from her lingerie to look into her eyes, “and you are already so wet.”

“Shut up! Did I mention that you always talk too mu-shit!” Leigh was cut off sharply as you pressed on her sensitive core. Hard.

You wanted to make her see stars in this sweet moment.

You giggled and lifted your head to kiss her but Leigh pulled away slightly just to make herself out of reach. You let out a low groan and were about to protest when her fingertip grazed your cheeks and leaned down to meet your lips halfway. The kiss was hot and searing. You could feel your own wetness pooling in your lower belly.

You loved this feeling. Having sex with Leigh was great beyond words, but this kind of intimacy she showed towards you made your heart full. You just simply could not hold your smile.

You did not tell Leigh, but you needed this too. You needed her.

You did not want to push your luck by testing Leigh’s, or your own patience, so you ran your fingers along her centre through the cloth. You released a moan in sync with Leigh against each other’s lips as you could literally feel how wet and hot she was.

For you.

You could not hold it any longer. You pushed the thong aside and slid a finger easily into her dripping folds. Leigh cried in pleasure and bucked her hips involuntarily to feel more fiction.

You pulled back to capture Leigh into your eyes. She looked ravished and sexy.

“You look beautiful,” you could not help but let those words spill from your lips, “the most beautiful person that I’ve ever met.”

“Don’t-fuck…” Leigh tried to complete her sentence between her breaths, but was cut off as you added another finger inside her and started to massage her clit with your thumb simultaneously.

Leigh tightened her grip on your shoulder and began to grind down onto your palm hard and fast, lifting and lowering her hips as she rode your finger. She was desperately chasing her own orgasm.

You could feel her walls clenching around your fingers as her orgasm was getting closer. You buried your face in the crook of her neck and muffled, “tell me who makes you feel good like this.”

Leigh tugged her lips between her teeth and you could just hear the guttural moan. You did not want to torture or tease her, but to give her everything she needed at the moment. “Would you answer the question for me?” You pleaded softly to her ears, believing Leigh would buy it more in this way. “Please?”

“You...Y/N…”

And you were right. Luckily you were burying your face in her neck so Leigh could not see the grin on your face. You were pretty sure she would shut her mouth up immediately if she saw your smile.

“Good girl. You’re doing great,” you cooed.

The rest was much easier once Leigh made her first try. The room was filled with her desperate voice moaning your name. It was as erotic and as intimate as it could be.

You continued pumping and curling your fingers until Leigh reached her climax. Her body tensed and thighs trembled as the pleasure washed over her. You pushed her over the edge as Leigh rested her forehead against yours, still panting.

When she could finally come down from her high, you gently pulled your fingers out of her and a small whimper was released from Leigh. You brought the fingers to your own lips and cleaned the soaked fingers by sucking them one by one. You looked squarely into Leigh’s emerald eyes, making sure she watched your every movement as you put on the show.

Leigh wrapped her arms around your neck, leaning down to place her lips over yours lazily. Your tongue swiping her lower lips when she pressed herself completely to you.

“That’s...wow.” Leigh finally caught her breath and settled herself next to you on the couch. You already miss the heat once in your arm. “How come you’re still fully dressed?”

“I thought you’re going to save the best for last.” You flashed a shit-eating grin to her and Leigh rolled her eyes when she was getting down on her knees.

“I’m not sure if this is going to be the last, but you’re definitely not wearing any of these now.”

“Oh!” Leigh was tugging at your thong and pajamas, trying to pull them down when you suddenly let out an exclamation.

“What?” Leigh looked at you in worry, her hands halting for a few seconds.

“You admit the best part!” You could not hold your grin and smiled like a kid who finally got her candy.

Leigh did not reply but simply continued her work in removing everything you were wearing in your lower bottom. You panicked. Maybe you just crossed her line and you would never want her to stop or leave. Not after everything you had.

You were going to apologize when Leigh tossed your pants and undergarment over her shoulder and looked at you like she was going to devour you. “I wonder if you can talk so much in a minute.”

You knew you did not need to.

Leigh slid her palm between your knees and parted them, fingers moving purposely slow along your inner thighs, looking at your core with lust-driven eyes. “I think you’re ready.”

You were a bit embarrassed. You knew how wet you were now after listening to Leigh’s filthy moan and pushing her over the edge. You were desperate for your own.

Leigh lifted your legs to put them over her shoulders.

“Shit...”

Leigh sniffed while peppering kisses higher and higher along your thighs, leaving hot and wet trails from your knees to your core.

“You like talking huh? Keep talking Y/N or I’ll stop right away.” Your heart pounded rigorously in the chest. You loved how aggressive Leigh could be in bed and you were more than happy to follow what she had told you.

“Please Leigh...fuck me.”

You knew the effect of these words on Leigh from the night in Palm Springs. She paused for a brief moment before breathing on your dripping core. “Good girl. Keep going.”

That was when she glided her tongue over your clit.

You could not help yourself but moan her name out loud. Leigh chuckled and used two fingers to spread your folds open before giving a long stroke at it.

“You taste so good,” Leigh hummed in amusement and buried her tongue inside you, hitting the spot that she knew would drive you crazy.

You had to hold onto something so you ran your fingers into Leigh’s locks. “Oh my god...Leigh I-I...” You tried to chase your high by pushing yourself closer to her mouth but Leigh grabbed hold of your thighs firmly to resist it.

You actually groaned when Leigh pulled away from you. You were so close. “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Are you ready for more?” Leigh raised her head and smirked at you, and your breath hitched as you saw her chin glittering in your arousal.

“Come here,” you beckoned Leigh over with your finger. Leigh tilted her head, looking at you doubtfully, but still rose herself up. You met her halfway to kiss her rapturously. You moaned when you tasted yourself in her mouth and both of you were smiling against each other.

“As much as I want to kiss you...I want my mouth over somewhere else first if you would excuse me.” Leigh pulled back and licked her lips before going back to her previous task of making you undone.

Her lips started lapping against your clit when she thrusted two fingers into you at a maddening pace. You could only hear your desperate moan and the slippery sound of her fingers pumping into you.

Your eyes rolled a little and your head fell back when you hit the climax. Leigh was still swirling at your clit when you tried to catch your breath. “God Leigh...N-no, I’m gonna-” you hissed when she flattened her tongue, stroking your core relentlessly.

“Yes babe, gimme one more.”

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