#thanks for the open tag Ducky

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{12} - Paradise Gardens - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Book Two to Hotel California

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humour

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Seonghwa, and slight Wooyoung)

Words: 9,104

Warnings: Clingy Wooyoung. I honestly think that's it lmao This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: So, I know it's been forever since I updated this, or at least, it feels like it lmaoo I really hope this chapter makes up for the wait! I think it's really cute and fun. I've got a lot of stuff planned going forward, and quite a spicy scene next chapter hehehe As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I don’t do tag lists.

Mini Masterlist - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven

If you thought Yeosang had been clingy after the first time the two of you had had sex, Wooyoung is ten times worse. You can hardly go anywhere in the house without him following you around, or showing up beside you suddenly in order to practically cling off of your side. He even goes so far as to appear beside you in the tub, a cheeky grin pulling at his features as he holds a rubber ducky in his one hand.

The first time he had done that, you had let out a shriek in surprise. One minute you had been alone, sliding into the warm water with your eyes falling shut in bliss. The next, you had opened them to see him sitting across from you, smiling like a mad man in love.

“Hi, Angel.” He had waved that rubber ducky held in his hand so casually before giving it a small squeeze. 

The squeak it let out almost served to mock the irritation you had been feeling. Of course, Yunho and Yeosang were quick to appear in the bathroom after that, having heard you shriek and all.

“Don’t you, ‘Hi, Angel’ me! You nearly gave me a heart attack!” You had smacked his arm, chest rising and falling dramatically as you attempted to catch your breath.

“Oh, no! My Angel is suddenly having breathing issues!” Wooyoung all too eagerly leapt at the opportunity to wrap you in his arms

A blink, and you have him in a headlock, clear irritation on your face.

“Can I not be alone? For five minutes?” You shake him lightly, feeling how his one hand rests almost lovingly against your arm wrapped around his throat.

“Well, I see you two are figuring things out.” Yunho chuckles.

“I just want to take a bath in peace.” You sigh.

You can practically feel the way Wooyoung deflates in your arms, and you just know that that all too familiar pout of his is pulling at his features. 

“I just want to spend time with you, Angel.”

“And you can’t do so wearing pants?” Yeosang gives his brother a once over, clear distaste on his features.

“Like you did any differently!” Wooyoung counters, still being held in that headlock by you.

That’s when you realize: oh, yeah, you’re naked, too.

That rubber ducky gets thrown in the direction of both Yunho’s and Yeosang’s heads. “Get out!”

“It’s nothing we haven’t seen before, Petal.” Yunho chuckles, easily catching the rubber ducky in his hand.

“I don’t care!” You begin tossing more small items in their direction while shoving Wooyoung out of the tub. “Privacy is privacy, and I value mine!”

“Alright, Dearest.” Yeosang smiles, his shoulders shaking lightly as he grabs Wooyoung by his ear before the younger male can hop back into the tub with you. “We’ll leave you be.”

“Thank you, Yeosangie.” You return his smile with a relieved one of your own. Crossing your arms over your chest, you shoot them all a look. “No weird demon magic, or spying through the mirrors thingy, either.”

“We wouldn’t dream of it,” Yunho hums, amusement dancing in his eyes.

Not even a moment later, the three males disappear from the room, leaving you to your thoughts once again.

At least you managed to get some time alone after that. However, Wooyoung was insistent of spending almost every waking moment he could with you. For two solid weeks, he would always be the one sitting beside you when you were eating, and somehow, he would manage to worm his way into your lap while you were reading in the library. He’d follow you around the house like a lost puppy, and nearly fight his brothers every night to be the one to sleep in your bed with you.

Finally, one night, you managed to convince him to give you some space. You dragged both Mingi and Seonghwa into your room before Wooyoung could appear and kick one of them out. Comfortably, you rested in bed, a male on either side of you, and just as you were drifting off to sleep, a weight suddenly laying on your chest had your eyes flinging open.

“Really?” Your bloodshot eyes bored a hole into the top of Wooyoung’s head as he clung onto you from overtop of your blankets.

“Wooyoung, you’re being too much.” Mingi sighs.

“If My Angel had a problem with it, she would say something.” Wooyoung replies, matter of factly.

“I have been begging you all week to let me breathe, Wooyoung.” You manage to bring a hand up to rub at the bridge of your nose. “We can’t always be attached at the hip.”

“Why not?” He pouts, staring up at you with those big, brown eyes of his.

“Wooyoung,” It’s Seonghwa who speaks this time, and at one look from him, the younger is shrinking in his spot. “Don’t make me call Joong.”

“Fine.” Wooyoung sighs, dejectedly slinking off of you, and off of the end of the bed.

Wooyoung slowly begins to make his way to your door, purposely dragging his feet. He glances over his shoulder, the look of a wounded animal resting on his features as he pleads with you silently to ask him to say.

“Goodnight, Wooyoung.” You say, somewhat pointedly as you turn to curl yourself into Mingi’s side.

The sound of your door clicking shut is the only response you get, and for some reason, even you can sense the way Wooyoung is surely trudging down the hallway defeatedly.

Now, as you rest on your bed the very next day, you find yourself alone at last. The only person in the room with you is Kuroo, and he rests curled up in a little ball on top of your Snorlax beanbag chair. You swear you can almost hear soft little snores coming from that little ball of black fluff as you turn the page of your book. 

Finally, you have some peace and quiet.

Most of the other guys have been pretty good with you lately. Reluctantly, they’ve allowed Wooyoung the pleasure of clinging to you for the first few days after you had entered the dance studio of your own free will. Luckily, though, they’ve had your back more often than not. It seems last night might have been the final straw, for you haven’t heard anything from Wooyoung today.

A first in over two weeks.

Of course, you opt to hide out in your room, just in case. As much as you love spending time with him, he has been a little overbearing lately. You just want a breather. Plus, it’s not fair to the others that he gets to monopolize all of your time. You still have yet to see Seonghwa’s tailor shop since the incident, and if all goes well, you plan on visiting him there later today. For now, you just want to enjoy the peace and quiet solitude can bring.

About another hour passes by like this, with you simply reading alone in your room. That is, until you see a little black fluff jump onto the bed with you.

“Oh, hello, Kuroo,” you coo, immediately bookmarking your page and smiling down at the little cat crawling up from the end of your bed. The instant you place your book beside you, he’s nuzzling against your hand, blinking up at you with wide eyes. “How’s my little handsome fella today?”

A coo is all you receive back, Kuroo pushing his head harder against your hand.

“Oh, come here, you.” You chuckle, picking him up from beneath his front arms, and pulling him on top of your lap. “Aren’t you just the cutest!”

A happy chirp greets you this time, Kuroo practically climbing up your body to begin rubbing his face all over your neck and jawline.

That’s when you notice another pair of golden eyes still staring at you from on top of your Snorlax beanbag.

Your grip tightens around the black cat in your arms.

“Alright, Stinky,” you begin to move off of the bed with ‘Kuroo’ held tightly in your grip. “You have impeccable timing, Little One, because it’s time for your bath.”

The cat freezes in your arms, but only for a moment. A loud complaint is soon filed by Not Kuroo pretending to be the real one.

“Ah-ah, don’t be a little stinker,” you shake your head, managing to scruff him. You pull him off of you, shifting your arm to the side as you hold him tightly in your grip. “And don’t you dare try and claw me like the last time.”

There’s a false cheeriness to your tone as you glance down to see Not Kuroo almost curling in on himself while being held by the scruff of his neck. He glances up at you with pleading eyes, only to meet your overtly tight, albeit friendly, smile.

The two Kuroo’s lock gazes, and the one in your hand shrinks even further in on himself.

Entering the bathroom, you march right over to the tub. The instant you turn the faucet on, Not Kuroo begins wiggling in your hold to escape.

“Come on, Stinky, none of that.” You lift him so you’re eye level. “Don’t you want to be a good boy for Your Queen?”

At the way you quirk a brow, Not Kuroo immediately stops squirming.

“I think the water should be the perfect temperature by now,” you smile, somewhat maliciously.

If this doesn’t teach him a lesson, you don’t know what will.

You don’t even bother to check the temperature as you dunk Not Kuroo beneath the rushing stream. You can feel the icy chill on the tips of your fingers, but you hold tight, submerging him for a good thirty seconds to ensure he’s soaked by the time you pull him out.

Turning off the faucet, you don’t even bother to grab a towel as you exit the bathroom. All the while, you continue to hold Not Kuroo by the scruff of the neck, water dripping in a trail behind you as you head towards the game room.

The moment San notices you enter the room, his attention is on you. His gaze darts from your overtly cheery expression to the soaking wet cat held in your hand.

Both Jongho and Mingi burst out laughing.

“Where’s Hongjoong?” You ask, tone dripping nothing but sweetness.

The cat in your hand tenses.

“He went out to feed with Yunho and Yeosang.” Jongho informs you, a knowing grin pulling at his lips as he stares directly at the cat in your hand.

A long sigh escapes you.

“What happened?” Mingi quirks a brow, looking between you and the cat.

“Stinky boy needed a bath,” you reply, lifting the cat so you can stare directly into his eyes. “Isn’t that right, Wooyoung?”

The cat’s mouth falls open, and in the blink of an eye, you’ve tossed him in the direction of his brothers. Wooyoung takes the liberty to shift mid-air, water droplets flinging off of him and onto the surrounding males.

“Hey! Watch it, Woo!” San flicks some of the water droplets off of his arm.

San gets completely ignored in favour of Wooyoung attempting to stand back to his feet and go after you. Only, he doesn’t get very far, as he sees you practically looming over him while he rests on his knees.

“I just wanted a day.” You sigh, rubbing at your tired eyes. “A day without you trying to magic your way into monopolizing all of my time.”

“Angel-“

“It’s been two weeks Wooyoung.” Your sharp gaze meets his own, his eyebrows drooping dramatically. “Two weeks.”

“You have been a bit much recently, Woo.” San chimes in.

“Like you’d be any different!” Wooyoung rounds on San.

The elder simply raises his hands in his own defence.

“I have asked you repeatedly to give me space, and you have not.” There is nothing but irritated disappointment on your features as you sigh. “Do you think posing as Kuroo works in your favour right now?”

A pointed coo from the real Kuroo as he walks into the room has Wooyoung’s eyebrow twitching.

“I just wanted to spend time with you,” his voice is but a whisper as he looks down at his hands.

“I understand that, Woo.” You crouch in front of him in order to get him to meet your gaze. “But you have to understand that I also value my downtime. We’ve been spending almost twenty-four hours with each other every day for a little over two weeks. That’s not fair to me when I’ve asked you for a little breathing room, nor your brothers. Do you not think that they also want to spend some time with me, too?”

“They haven’t said anything…” he mutters.

“We’ve tried.” Mingi grumbles out a response, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You have to understand that there are eight of you, and only one of me. I cannot be in multiple places at once, and you can’t always hog me to yourself.” You go on to say. “I don’t mind a day here or there where it’s just us, but you’ve got to learn that me saying that I need some time to myself, or me asking you to give me space does not mean that I don’t want you anymore, or that I don’t love you, or that I never want to see you again.”

The whole room is silent for the moment, save for the slow, consistent drip of droplets that continue to fall from the ends of Wooyoung’s damp hair.

“Okay.” His voice is small as he continues to kneel before you.

A blink, and you’re pointing at the other three. “I count you all in this, too.”

“We know, Baby.” San smiles faintly, a certain reminiscent gleam in his eyes.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” you nod once at them, moving to exit the room.

“So, which was worse?” Jongho moves beside his brother kneeling on the floor, purposely speaking loud enough so that you can still hear. “Being a drowned rat, or a dead fly?”

Your eyebrow twitches and you freeze halfway through the door.

A loud shushing sounds behind you, followed by the sound of frantic movement.

Slowly, you turn to look over your shoulder. Both of your eyebrows are currently raised in disbelief as you see Wooyoung half moving to put Jongho into a headlock.

“Do I even want to know what that’s supposed to imply?” You look between the two youngest, one of which is wearing a shit eating grin.

“Don’t you worry, Angel-“

“Remember that time you thought a fly got into your room?” Jongho’s eyes gleam with a twisted sense of amusement.

Your brow furrows, body fully turned back towards them for a moment. You notice how the two others opt to remain silent, watching on with a sense of glee shining on their features.

“A fly?” You tilt your head slightly, resting your hands on your hips as you try and recall the memory. “Oh, yeah! That was-“ your breath hitches in your throat as you turn your suddenly sharp gaze towards Wooyoung. “That was you?”

It had been during the second week at the start of this whole fiasco. You had just gotten out of the shower and had finished changing back into your moping attire for the evening when you had heard a fly buzzing around your room. You didn’t even clue in that it could have been Wooyoung after learning of his powers, considering it happened so long ago. Besides, you had other things on your mind, like how you were going to escape this ‘hotel’ you had seemingly been held captive in.

Of course, you weren’t having any sort of fly in your room, and instead of calling one of the guys for help, you decided to take matters into your own hands. Literally.

Besides, it’s not like you were really on speaking terms with them at that point.

So, rolling up the closest thing you could find, which just so happened to be a magazine Jongho had left for you that day, you decided to go fly hunting. A lucky smack, and the fly was upside down, legs twitching in the air before being scooped up and dropped outside onto the balcony.

Oddly enough, Jongho was the one who came to check on you after hearing the noise you had made by smacking the fly. Now that you think about it, of course.

“I can explain.” Wooyoung immediately lifts his hands in his own defence.

“So, you shifting into animals to spy on me isn’t a new thing?” You sigh.

“It’s not like I’m the only one who did it!” Wooyoung attempts to counter, only for Jongho to casually start walking away from him, an innocent look pulling at the younger male’s features.

“Why does this not surprise me?” You shake your head, moving to exit the room in the next moment.

“Wait! Angel!” Wooyoung scurries after you, managing to catch you halfway through the foyer. “I’m sorry!”

“Wooyoung-“

“It was stupid of me to do those things,” he continues, practically clinging off of you as you attempt to continue to make your way to the opposite side of the house.

“Wooyoung-“

“I promise I’ll never do them again,“ he slides down your body, practically clinging onto your one leg with every step you take.

You sigh, half dragging him across the floor as he desperately holds onto your ankle. Your clothes begin to become damp from the water still dripping off of him. “Sunshine-“

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear!”

“Wooyoung!” You stop just outside of Seonghwa’s tailor shop, noticing the elder male look up from whatever he’s working on from within.

Only, from the way Wooyoung continues to babble at your feet, grovelling with every word, you let out another sigh. Pleadingly, you turn to look at Seonghwa through the glass of the door, begging him silently to help you.

A blink, and Seonghwa is staring down at Wooyoung from the open door with a scrutinizing gaze.

“Wooyoung.” The elder says the younger’s name, quite pointedly at that.

“I just wanted to spend time with you, Angel.” He pleads for you to understand, his eyes wide as he looks up at you.

“I know, Woo.” You sigh. “I’m not mad. In fact, I’m more upset at Jongho right now for essentially pulling a San.”

“Hey!” A loud complaint sounds from down the hallway from the elder male.

“Marshmallows.” You call back, which immediately shuts him up. Then, you’re turning your attention back to the soaked male clinging to your leg. “Besides, we just agreed that you were going to give me space.”

“But-“

“Should I tell Joong to come back early?” Seonghwa mentions casually. “We all know the consequences of not respecting Our Queen’s boundaries.”

This has Wooyoung immediately back on his feet, straightening out your shirt for good measure.

“I’m not disappearing, Woo. I can promise you that.” You pat his arm lightly. “Now, go apologize to Kuroo for impersonating him while he was in the room.”

“Fine.” He sighs, trudging back down the hallway.

“And go wrestle your younger brother for being a shit disturber, or something.”

This has him immediately perking up, a sly grin tugging at his features. A quick turn from him, and he’s shifted to place a kiss onto your cheek before racing back down the hallway once more.

A shriek in the distance is all you hear that Wooyoung is most certainly doing something to get back at Jongho right now.

Turning back to face Seonghwa, an amused grin pulls at your lips. You notice he already wears one of his own, you shaking your head lightly while smiling to yourself. At least that seems to be dealt with now.

“May I come in?” Your inquiry is nothing short of sweet as you step towards Seonghwa.

“Of course, My Divine.” His answer is instant as he holds the door open for you. “Join me any time you’d like. You never have to ask.”

Gently, you place a kiss onto his cheek as you walk passed, letting that serve as your answer. Briefly, your eyes take in the familiar sight of his tailor shop, many different memories flooding your mind.

“What are you working on?” Your gaze catches on a bust in the centre of the room, different than what you’re used to.

“Well,” the soft sound of the door closing echoes throughout the room as he walks over to you. A blink, and he’s wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you flush against his chest as he stands behind you. “My Divine requested corsets for all of us, so I thought I should work on those today.”

Your hands come up to rest over his arms, leaning further into his touch as you relax into him. “Whose are you working on right now?”

“Yeosang’s.” He replies, and you both shift your eyes to look at the bust before you.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you fully take in the detail of the corset before you. It’s a light cream in colour, with golden detailing along the seams. The style is over the shoulders, the placement of the fabric appearing as if the corset is layered. The light colour, combined with the almost intricate detailing of such a simple design has your heart fluttering at the mental image of Yeosang wearing such a thing for you.

“It’s beautiful, Hwa.” You breathe, eyes continuously taking in every minute detail

“I’m glad you like it.” He chuckles, burying his face into the side of your neck.

“Have you made any others, yet?” You turn slightly in his arms, subconsciously tilting your head to the side to give him better access to your neck.

Seonghwa hums in response, “I’ve made yours.” A pause. “And mine.”

Subtly, your fingers press a little firmer against his arms.

“Would you like to see?” There’s an undertone of excitement to his inquiry, along with a hint of nervousness.

“I would love to.” You smile, managing to turn your head to place a kiss against his temple.

Parting from you somewhat reluctantly, Hwa disappears off to the side, pulling out two separate busts. He places the first one beside Yeosang’s, but the other, he purposely hides behind his back for now.

“This one is mine.” He says, motioning to the newly placed corset resting beside Yeosang’s own.

A look of complete wonder rests on your features as you take in the detailing of the corset before you. It’s a bit simplistic in design, but still beautiful. The black material only serves to cover his lower torso, appearing to rest just below his bust. Intricate silver leaves are embroidered on the fabric, silver stitching lining the seams.

For a full minute, you do not speak. Instead, you cannot tear your vision away from the corset before you, your mind swirling with images of what Seonghwa will look like wearing such a piece of clothing for you.

You swallow thickly, you lips parting, “It’s beautiful.”

It’s hardly noticeable, but his shoulders seemingly sink in relief at your words. “I’m just glad you like it.”

“I can’t wait to see you in it.” Comes your earnest reply, shifting your gaze over to meet his own.

“Well, if you like those, then I’m now certain you’ll love your own.” The corner of his lips quirks upwards as he steps aside to reveal your own corset to you.

A gasp escapes you as your hands come up to cover your mouth. You can hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears as your eyes go wide, nothing but excitement and love flooding your veins.

Before you rests one of the most intricate corsets you have ever seen in your entire life. The base is pure white, golden threads running throughout the fabric. Embroidered florals and leaves rest along the bodice, while the seams are lined with more of that striking gold. It’s strapless, with a slight sweetheart neckline at the top.

The exact inverse to his own corset’s design, but almost the exact same colouring to Yeosang’s.

“Seonghwa,” you manage to lower your hands as you meet his somewhat nervous gaze. “I love it!”

A radiant smile is immediately taking over his features. “You do?”

“Of course I do!” You take a step towards him to inspect the detailing of the corsets closer. “These are all incredible! Did you hand stitch these?”

“It took me some time, but I finally found a pattern I thought could suit us.” He shrugs off your words casually.

“You mean to tell me that you embroidered these yourself?” You lips part in awe.

“If it’s for someone important to me, I make all of the patterns myself.” He nods, averting his gaze somewhat shyly.

A few more steps, and you’re in front of him, cupping his cheeks gingerly in your hands.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” You gently guide his gaze to your own.

His lips twitch upwards in the corners, a warmth beginning to bloom beneath your hands and upon his cheeks.

“My Divine asked, and I am more than happy to deliver.” He whispers.

Again, you place a kiss upon his cheek.

“They’re all going to be matching, aren’t they?” You smile, turning to face the corsets once more.

“In one way or another, ours will all bear some resemblance to your own.” Seonghwa confirms, wrapping his arms around you from behind for the second time this day.

“Something tells me you have some idea when we’ll be wearing these.” You tease, poking his arm lightly.

“I do.” He hums. “Your coronation ceremony.”

Your body goes still in his arms, “Uh…”

“Don’t worry, My Divine,” he chuckles. “That’s still quite some time away.”

“But there will be one at some point.” You respond.

“At some point, yes.” He confirms, and you can hear the amusement in his voice. “We still have to officially crown you as our Queen, you know.”

“Right,” You nod a few times slowly. “I guess with all that’s going on lately, I forgot about that little detail.”

“Well, it’s not quite a little detail to us.” He grins. “We’ve been thinking about it far longer than you could ever imagine.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” You tease, leaning further back into his chest.

“I was hoping for that dress to be what you wore for the ceremony, but unfortunately it seems that fate had other plans.” Seonghwa’s words are low as he exhales disappointedly.

This time, you tense.

“Seonghwa, I-“

“Wasn’t it you who told me to stop apologizing for the things that we can’t control?” He’s quick to cut you off, turning you around so that you’re facing him. Gently, he grasps your chin in his one hand, holding your gaze with his own. “All that incident told me was that I could make something better. Something truly worthy for you, and I think I already have.”

Your eyes dart beside you, almost searching for that corset that you know is just resting behind you for the moment.

“Yes, I decided to approach things from a new angle. Starting with those corsets have breathed new life into my designs.” He smiles, shifting his hand over to cup your cheek. “I know we have discussed it before, but it is important for me to say it again now: I do not, and I will never blame you for what she did. Inside of these walls, out there,” his eyes dart to the hallway, “Anywhere, or for anything for that matter. I don’t want you thinking that I do. We’ve had our disagreements in the past, but please, My Divine, never believe I would ever think for a single second that you are at fault for what she has done. I am simply glad you are safe, and most importantly, still alive.”

Your expression softens, and you find yourself lifting a hand up to rest on top of his own over your cheek. Leaning into his touch, your eyes flutter closed.

“I appreciate that, Hwa,” you breathe. “Know that I don’t blame you, either. What she did to me, to us, does not rest on your shoulders. I know you tend to blame yourself for everything that goes wrong, and if you’re still having doubts, I will be here to ease them all from your mind.”

For a moment, nothing more is said between the both of you. Instead, you opt to revel in this silence, staring deeply into each other’s eyes, and as you both cradle each other so gently in each other’s hands, you both know that everything will be okay.

“So,” a mischievous glint begins shining within your gaze as your eyes dart beside you once again, “Can I try it on?”

Ten minutes later, and you find yourself standing directly in front of that same three way panelled mirror as the very first time you entered his tailor shop. Seonghwa rests behind you, tying off the last string to the corset before fluffing out the skirt of the dress he’s temporarily paired with it.

Finally, he takes a step back to admire you.

You hear the hitch in his breath before you even lift your head to meet his gaze in the mirror. Though, this time when he steps up behind you to gently place his hands onto your hips, you don’t tense.

“How you become more beautiful every time I look at you escapes all sense of logic and reason.” He breathes out, the ghost of his breath tickling the side of your neck.

The giggle you give him in response is music to his ears.

“You never seem to hold onto logic whenever you’re around me.” You tease, smoothing out the front of the skirt you’re wearing.

“Maybe I don’t want to.” He places a tender kiss against your neck, right above your racing pulse. “You look breathtaking, My Divine.”

A bashful smile pulls at your lips, your heart racing in your chest. “Thank you.”

Slowly, Hwa makes his way to your front, trailing his hand delicately along your side as he does so. You can feel his gaze roaming every inch of your bodice as he comes to stand before you, his eyes dark, yet calculating.

“Are you comfortable? I didn’t do it too tight to begin with, but I can still make adjustments if need be.” He comments, glancing upwards briefly into your eyes.

“Everything feels fine, Hwa.” You assure him. “I am quite comfortable right now, and I mean that in more than one way.”

His eyes flash black, hands smoothing down your sides in a tender caress. He smiles. “I’m glad.”

“I mean it, Seonghwa.” Gently, you take his hands into your own, stepping down from that little platform in order to be closer to him. “I know you’ve been cautious this whole time since I entered here today of overstepping boundaries again.” The way you can feel his hands tense the slightest bit in your hold from your words says it all. “You don’t have to worry about that, anymore. You can touch me, Hwa. I promise I won’t run away this time.”

There is nothing but absolute adoration shining behind Seonghwa’s eyes as he meets your own. A love that you can feel in the way he gently squeezes your hands in his own. Even more so when he leans forward to place a tender kiss onto your forehead.

“Believe me, My Divine,” he keeps his voice low as he pulls away only to lean his forehead against your own. “You don’t realize how often my thoughts swirl with my desires for you. I’d just rather wait until after your coronation to rip this corset off of your body and take you in every and any way that you desire me to.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, “Oh.”

Seonghwa smirks. “Yes, ‘oh’.”

“Well, I might request that the corsets don’t get torn to shreds if we can help it.” You giggle. “Seems a waste to do so to such beautiful pieces of clothing.”

“I can always make more.” He quirks a brow.

“But none of them would be the first.” You rest your hands upon his shoulders. “They wouldn’t hold the same meaning.”

“I suppose you’re right,” he sighs, taking a small step away to admire you once more. “One of these days, I’m tearing one of my designs right off of you, though.”

“Something tells me you already have something in mind.” You grin knowingly.

“I’ve got a few things.” He hums, grinning right back.

Your eyebrows raise in amusement as you close the distance between the both of you once more. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers delicately lacing through the hair at the back of his neck.

“I’ll model for you anytime, Mars,” The words are but a sultry whisper on your lips, eyes hooding over as you stare deeply into his. “You just let me know the time and place.”

“Don’t give me even more ideas, My Divine,” His voice is but a low rumble as he pulls you flush against his chest. “You already know how hard it is for me to control myself around you.”

You lean into him closer, lips nearly ghosting his own.

His breathing deepens, hands tightening around your waist.

“Then, how delectable it will be when I finally let you indulge.”

A shudder caresses his spine, nothing but a low growl escaping his lips. 

Again, you giggle, pulling away from him with a vibrant smile on your lips. Turning slightly, you face the mirror beside you.

“I do like the style of this dress, though.” You say, acting completely oblivious to the raging storm of desire you’ve just ignited within Seonghwa who is barely controlling his breathing while standing right beside you. “You just had this laying around?”

“Believe it or not,” his voice is a little strained as he attempts to calm himself down, “I’ve had quite a few things already made for you for some time now.”

This piques your interest. “Oh?”

“I’ve spent a lot of time making things for you, My Divine.” He clears his throat lightly, straightening himself. “Yunho isn’t the only one with you as his muse.”

Your heart warms, a loving smile tugging at your features. “I am glad to be able to inspire you so.”

A tender smile in response is all that you get.

“Does this mean you still have all of those dresses from that first dinner?” You tilt your head, nothing but curiosity reflected in your eyes.

“I do.” He nods once in confirmation.

A moment later, Seonghwa has moved off to the side, pulling a curtain back to reveal a row of dresses hanging delicately along a rack. Familiar dresses. The only one that’s missing is his.

Realization crosses your features, those all too familiar mental strings flashing in your mind. 

“You made all of them. Not just for me, but for them, too.”

His lips twitch upwards in the corners, “They told me what they wanted, and I did my best to bring their visions to life.”

You step towards the rack, gazing at the dresses akin to how you looked at them the very first time you saw them. Delicately, you pull each one out to take in the full detail.

“Of course Wooyoung would make his a wedding dress,” you chuckle, looking over the beadwork of the princess style ballgown.

“You can’t blame the man,” Seonghwa chuckles along with you. “We were all eager for you to finally come to us.”

“Believe me,” you meet his gaze, moving on to the lavender gown next. “I know.”

Again, you pull out the satin material, noticing how the thin straps give way to a very low back. The triangle cups on the front before the bodice begin also leave no room to the imagination.

“I do love the style of this dress, but there was no way I was going to wear it back then.” You gently rub the smooth material between your thumb and forefinger. At the mildly confused look Seonghwa gives you, you’re quick to continue, “Open invitation to stare at my chest; my boobs would have been practically falling out.”

Seonghwa nearly tumbles over while standing upright.

“I’m not about to go to dinner with men that I don’t know with my chest on full display.” You joke.

“We would have been respectful!” Seonghwa immediately attempts to defend both himself and his brothers.

“Right.” You snort out a laugh. “And Yeosangie isn’t a boob’s guy.”

The tips of Seonghwa’s ears being to burn bright red.

“In his favourite colour, no less.” You hum, clearly amused. “Granted, he’s much more subtle than some of your brothers. Mingi isn’t very good at hiding when he’s staring at my ass, his gaze can be quite intense. Thinks he being subtle, too.”

“I’ll let him know.” Seonghwa clears his throat.

“I’m not saying it’s a bad thing,” you turn to meet Seonghwa’s gaze briefly, a smile tugging at your lips. “It’s nice to know I’m wanted.” You turn back to the row of dresses. “Though, maybe keep the eye-fucking for when we’re not in public, yeah?”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Seonghwa grins, a small chuckle escaping him. “Though, I can’t promise you much.”

“It’s the thought that counts,” you shoot a playful wink in his direction before pulling out the emerald green dress next. “Speaking of dear Mingles.”

“If anyone but you called him that, they’d be decapitated by now.” Seonghwa jokes, shifting to pull out his chair before taking a seat to continue watching you go through all of the dresses he made for you for that one night.

“Good thing I’m not just anybody.” You grin, observing the way the material of the strapless goddess wrap falls from the hanger. 

The material pinches in one place on the left side, allowing for a sort of angled hemline which ends just above your knees. The wrap of the dress is meticulous, silver gems serving to pin the wrap in place, glittering beneath the lights of the tailor shop around you.

“No,” he agrees with a hum, leaning back in his seat as he observes you with a loving gaze, “you’re not.”

Moving on to the next gown, you pull out what had been your second choice for that evening all those months ago. 

The red dress is just as beautiful as you remember, the capped sleeves giving way to the sweetheart neckline. Tulle flows from the waistline and all the way to the floor in a seamless line, accentuating the length of the gown. Though, as you pull the skit, you realize that there seems to be a slit running all the way up the side, hidden beneath the layers of fabric.

Your eyebrows raise in amusement.

“Do you think it would have been easier or harder for me to stab him wearing his dress?” There’s a teasing lilt to your tone as you turn to face Seonghwa once more.

“My Divine, I think you underestimate the power you hold when we see you wear something of our own design.” He remarks. At the way you quirk a brow, he continues, “If you wore that dress for him… hell, if you wore anything red for him, you could get him to do anything that you want. No questions asked.”

Your eyes widen significantly, pure mirth dancing within. “Good to know.”

“The same goes for every single one of us.” He sighs, somewhat dreamily as he rests his elbow on the arm of his chair. His head is in his hand, and you can just tell by that fond look in his eyes that he’s vividly reminiscing you wearing his own gown for him all those long months ago.

The next dress you pull out to look at is a beautiful bright yellow. It’s strapless, and the skirt falls like a waterfall - short in the front before it lengthens in the back. The material is chiffon, wrapping around the bodice in a sort of layered pattern.

“Simple, yet elegant.” You comment. “It’s fitting for Yunho.”

“He has always been a simple man, in that sense.” Seonghwa agrees.

That soft smile rests on your features as you delicately place Yunho’s dress back onto the rack. Almost lovingly, you trace your hands over the fabric one last time before moving on to the soft pink dress right beside it. Pulling it off of the rack, you hum.

The lightness of the fabric falls delicately against your one hand as you see the over the shoulder straps. There seem to be two sets: one the would hang just over your collarbones, while the other falls just past your shoulders, both thin yet sturdy. The style reminds you of old fantasy games, where fairies would wear pastels, their wings fluttering behind them. The ruffled seam along the top leads into the straps that fall just over your shoulders, bodice form fitting while the skirt falls delicately in a solid piece of soft fabric to rest just below your knees.

“Sometimes, I forget how soft you all can be.” You hum pleasantly, heart swelling as you place San’s dress back onto the rack.

When you first met San, you interpreted him to be all sharp angles and brute strength. At least, that’s how he appeared to you.

A vision of him purposely flaunting himself off beside the pool flashes through your mind briefly. 

Now, of course, you know differently, and this dress only serves to prove what you already know.

You smile.

Last, but certainly not least, you pull out the final dress in the row.

The youngest’s dress is probably the shortest of the bunch, the deep maroon accenting the black velvet pattern of roses found throughout. It’s quite simple in design, small slits on either side along the edges of the skit to make moving in the dress easier. The top is strapless, body formfitting.

“Something tells me Jongho was hoping a little too hard for this one.” You quirk a brow, turning to look at Seonghwa who suddenly avoids your gaze. “Ohoho, so he wasn’t the only one hoping for this one.”

“If we’re being honest, it was my second choice.” Seonghwa mumbles, still not being able to meet your eyes.

“Do I want to know?” You tease, nothing but amusement shining in your eyes.

“I wasn’t the only one!” Seonghwa attempts to defend himself, raising his hands in front of his chest.

“Yes, Mars, we’ve established that.” You chuckle. “It’s a wonder the shortest dress is the most popular.”

“Nothing to do with it being the tightest, either…” He mumbles, clearing his throat quite loudly afterwards.

You laugh, eyes crinkling at the sides as you begin teasing them about being your ‘damn horny Kings’ yet again.

“How you managed to get my measurements right is beyond me.” You shake your head, tutting lightly.

“It took me some time, but I do have almost perfect spacial reasoning.” He replies, somewhat nonchalantly.

You raise a hand, shaking your head lightly, “I don’t even want to know.”

“You seemed curious.” He shrugs.

“Wait, how long did it take you to make these?” Your brow furrows slightly as you shift your gaze back to the dresses on the rack beside you.

Seonghwa takes a moment to think about his answer, humming lightly to himself. “Probably about three months. Give or take a week.”

“Three months?” Your eyes nearly bug right out of your head.

“Yeah, I worked on them practically non-stop.” He recalls. “I mean, my own design took me the longest with all of the lace, but if I set my mind to something, it normally doesn’t take me very long to do. Or, well, create.”

You blink. Once. Twice. Three times before his words are truly sinking in.

“Seonghwa,” you turn to him, “How long did it take you to make your dress for me?”

He pauses, looking upwards as he mentally tallies the days. “About a month.”

You mouth falls open. “You spent a month working on a single dress? For me?”

“I had to make sure it was perfect.” He shrugs.

Your expression softens as you move to kneel before him as he rests in his chair. Ever so gently, you clasp his hands in your own, his words from earlier echoing throughout your head.

“You weaved the lace by hand, didn’t you?” Your inquiry is a bit airy, warmth swelling in your chest as you stare deeply into his eyes. “Just like you embroidered this by hand, too.”

The way he glances down at the corset you wear is answer enough, but he still nods softly along with your words.

A tender smile graces your lips. “You are incredible, you know that?”

Again, he averts his gaze somewhat bashfully. “It’s not much.”

“Seonghwa, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You glance up at him through your lashes.

“To be fair, you said it yourself, we’ve had quite a few rough patches already.” He once again shrugs your praise off. “It never felt like the right time, and I didn’t want it to appear like I was boasting.”

You’re silent for a moment, pursing your lips slightly as you appear deep in thought.

“What’s on your mind, My Divine?” His hand gently cupping your face has you meeting his gaze once more.

“I wish I had known.” There’s a slight downturn of your lips, a hint of guilt shining behind your eyes. “I had an inkling you had made it for me, but I didn’t realize the extent you went to.”

“It’s alright, My Divine,” Seonghwa chuckles fondly. “You don’t need to feel bad for this.”

“But I almost threw it off my balcony.” Nothing but pure regret pulls at your features.

“But you didn’t.” He reminds you.

“As scared, confused, and upset I was, I couldn’t do that to such a beautiful dress.” You admit lowly. “Especially not to one that actually made me feel beautiful after so long of believe I wasn’t.”

“I’m just happy to know you liked my design enough to choose it first.” He cups your face gently, placing a tender kiss onto your forehead.

“I should wear it again.” A casual admittance from you has him freezing right in his spot. “A dress like that shouldn’t be worn only once, Mars. It’s wasted sitting on a hanger, and not worn for its intended purpose.”

“You would wear it again?” He pulls away to meet your gaze, eyes shining with his barely contained awe and happiness. “For me?”

“I plan to wear everything you’ve ever made for me at some point, Hwa.” You admit lowly. “Everything you will make for me.”

His brow quirks teasingly, “Even the wedding dress?”

You grin right along with him, “Even the wedding dress.”

“I know for a fact that Wooyoung won’t be the only one who wants to see you in that.” His gaze drifts to the row of dresses behind you.

“I think your brothers have long since earned seeing me in their own dress designs.” You hum, turning your head to glance back at the aforementioned gowns. “As a treat.”

“You might want to time Jongho’s for when none of us are home, except him.” Seonghwa warns, helping you back to your feet as he stands from his chair. “You may not get to him if one of us sees you in that first.”

“Is that a promise?” You quirk a brow playfully.

“A Divine Temptress, that’s what you are.” Seonghwa shakes his head, stroking his thumb lovingly against your cheek.

“Only for My Kings.” You giggle, shooting him a playful wink as you walk back over to the stand.

Seonghwa follows behind, a fond smile on his features as he watches you step back onto that little pedestal. Again, you turn to face the mirrors, smoothing out the front of the dress as you examine your reflection closely.

All is silent for the moment as he looks you over carefully, noting the somewhat subtle twitch of your fingers over the material of the gown.

“You know you can tell me whatever is on your mind.” He voices softly. “If you don’t like something, I won’t be upset.”

You take a moment to straighten your spine before clearing your throat, “You said you haven’t started on the new dress to match this yet, right?”

“That is correct.” He confirms with a nod, a sort of amused gleam shining behind his eyes.

“I- uh-“ you swallow the sudden dryness in your throat, averting your gaze so sweetly to the side.

“Do you have something in mind?” Seonghwa is a little too eager when he asks this.

Softly, you nod your head. “But if you already have an idea, I don’t want to-“

“My Divine,” he cuts you off with a lighthearted chuckle, moving to stand in front of you. A second later, he gently grasps your hands in his own. “Never be afraid to ask me to make you something. I would be more than happy to create for you whatever vision you have in that beautiful mind of yours.”

A reassuring squeeze is felt against your hands.

“What if…” you trail off lightly before finally meeting his gaze. “What if we designed it together?”

Seonghwa goes so still, you swear he might pass out. That is, until he’s blinking rapidly, almost as if to clear tears from his vision.

“You want to design a dress with me?” His voice is a bit airy, coming out a bit choked from his overwhelming emotions.

At your eager nod, a brilliant smile stretches across his features. 

Again, he squeezes your hands, shaking them back and forth lightly in his excitement. “What do you have in mind?”

“Well, you already have the corset,” you begin, an eager grin tugging at the corners of your lips.

He nods.

“So, I was thinking…”

A moment later, and you’re opening up your void to him, the mental image of you in a very specific dress filling his thoughts.

You can hear his sudden intake of breath, his eyes widening slightly as his heart stutters in his chest. Subconsciously, he pulls you closer, his lips parting in awe at the vision that paints his mind.

Seonghwa clears his throat, swallowing the sudden dryness there. “I can do that.”

You smile, placing a kiss onto his cheek. “We can do that.”

Seonghwa laughs, his eyes crinkling in the corners as he wraps you into his arms. A moment later, and he lifts you into the air, spinning you around once as a joyous shriek of surprise escapes your lips.

“Hwa, put me down!” Your laughter strongly contradicts your statement as you hold onto his shoulders for support.

Gently, he settles you back onto your feet on that little pedestal. Still, he holds you to him, gazing at you with nothing but love and affection in his dark eyes.

“I love you, My Divine,” he squeezes you the slightest bit tighter as he says this. “So much.”

You smile tenderly at him, cupping his face softly in your hands. “I love you, Seonghwa.”

Briefly, his eyes dart down to your lips.

He swallows. “May I?”

You decide to tease him a little longer.

“May you, what?” You quirk a brow.

“May I kiss-“

He doesn’t even get a chance to finish his inquiry before your lips are on his own. 

A pleased hum reverberates in his chest as he pulls you impossibly closer, one hand settling on the back of your head while the other rests between your shoulder blades. 

Kissing you is a feeling unlike any other to Seonghwa, and he revels in it each time. He can never get enough - your touch, your laugh, your smile - anything and everything about you, he adores, and he’s sure to pour all that he is into the movement of his lips against your own. You are all that he needs.

All too soon, you’re parting from him to rest your forehead against his own.

“You make me so incredibly happy, My Divine.” He breathes out, his eyes still closed as he absolutely revels in this moment here in time with you. “It means the world to me that you wish to design something together.”

“It’s like I told San before,” you reply lowly. “I want to spend more time with each of you doing what you love to do. You’ve all done so much for me, I think it’s time I return the favour.”

“My Queen.” The way his eyes shine with unshed tears says it all.

“I’m just sorry I can’t make anything like this for you, yet.” You briefly motion to the corset you’re still wearing.

“Well,” he laughs, “I do have a few thousand years on you.”

“Just a few.” You grin right along with him. “Maybe I’ll make you a scarf, or something.”

“A scarf?” He quirks a brow.

“I do know how to crochet, Mars.” You chuckle. “Though, you wouldn’t really have a use for it.”

“If you made me a scarf, I would never take it off.” He says, matter-of-factly.

“I don’t know how durable it would be constantly getting wet in the shower,” you hum, almost absentmindedly to yourself.

“You’ve never asked us for yarn before,” he mumbles, brow furrowing in thought.

“To be fair, there have been quite a few other things on my mind.” You poke his cheek lightly.

“I suppose you’re right.” He nods in agreement.

“You ‘suppose’?” You quirk a brow playfully.

“I, uh-“

“I’m just teasing you.” You hum, burying your face into the side of his neck as you hug him close to you. “Besides, I’m surprised my grandmother hasn’t told you that yet. I also know how to knit.”

“Surprisingly, I haven’t seen her around much, lately.” He replies, helping you straighten out the dress again once you part from him.

“I wonder why,” you mumble, somewhat absentmindedly to yourself.

“Baby!” 

Just then, the bell above the door to the shop jingles, and both you and Seonghwa are turning to see a frantic San rushing through the door. Both Mingi and Wooyoung are behind him, excitement shining within their eyes.

That’s when you notice, San seems to be holding onto your phone.

“It’s Vasco.” He says, holding out the phone to you with a large smile tugging at his features. “Crystal’s gone into labour.”

[dewdr0pz]

hey friend! tis me back again hahah

this is gonna sound so random but anyways i was thinking.. reader coming home to hear wilbur shouting away in his room (he’s streaming for once LMAO) and deciding to just chill in the living room/bedroom for a bit. and then when wilbur’s finished and he surprised to see reader and he’s so happy to them and just aah :,) 🫶 and i had the idea of smth like a cozy night in with wilbur?? and i was wondering if u had any thoughts on that or if u wanted to write about it maybe! no pressure at all to do any of that tho <3

i hope ur having a nice dayyy! 💕

💗 You're Back! 💗

a/n: stopppppp this is so cute!! also why did my writing get really good during this

summary: read the ask

contains: excited Wilbur, tired reader, tooth-rotting fluff, pet names, kissing, & silly Haunty shenanigans overall

words: 702

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At around 5pm, you finally got home after an exhausting day at work. You, of course, loved your job; it was your dream job, after all! Some days were more tiring than others.

You took your shoes off & put them near the door next to Wilbur's scuffed, untied Dr. Martens that had lost their shine years ago, unlike your darling boyfriend, who always seemed to have some sort of lively spark about him that nobody could quite have for themselves, which is rather peculiar, since he writes incredibly heart-wrenching songs nowadays. The shoes were massive compared to yours, almost like a clown's.

In the office, you heard shouting & laughter. You didn't think your boyfriend would be streaming, since he hadn't streamed since October, & he never mentioned any upcoming streams. Maybe he was treating the livestream like he treated Mammalian Sighing Reflex & did it unannounced to surprise people. Not wanting to interrupt him, you walked into the bedroom to take off your work clothes & change into sweatpants & Wilbur's brown hoodie that still had the smell of earthy, soothing cologne & petrichor lingering on the soft fabric. You checked yourself in the mirror. You looked okay, except for the fact that your eyes were drooping & you looked almost like you were going to collapse & fall asleep on the floor if you did any excessive movements. You yawned & stretched your arms above your head, hearing a few cracks & pops as you did such from not cracking anything all day. You then cracked your neck & knuckles, & both of them made loud pop & crack & crunch sounds. You finger-combed through your hair, tugging through the knots while wincing. You looked very dead. Abandoning the rule you made for yourself not to bother Wilbur during streams, you slowly opened the office door just a crack, making sure not to make any loud creaks.

"So, I think that'll be all today, chat!" Wilbur smiled. "Thank you all for coming. I'm so sorry I haven't been streaming as much, I've just got Lovejoy things to do. We're all very busy all the time. Here, let's have you all raid...Philza. Go raid him. Bye, chat!" He clicked the "Stop streaming" button on his PC & sighed. Since his spinny chair was still facing the PC setup, you were able to come around & hug him from behind.

"Hello," you mumbled sleepily. "I'm back."

"Angel! You're back!" Wilbur sprang up from his seat & picked you up & spun you around, causing you to laugh. When he stopped, he sat down on the chair with you in his lap. "How was work, love? Everything go okay at work?"

You shrugged. "It wasn't bad, per se, but it was just exasperating. Nobody was rude or crass to me, but I'm just really tired." Wilbur made a small "ah" sound & nodded.

"Do you want to go cuddle in bed & drink some tea?" Wilbur asked, playing with your fingers. "Do you want to do that? Or we could do something else."

"Tea & cuddles sound nice," you said. Wilbur nodded & picked you up & walked you to the kitchen. He still kept you in his arms while he made tea, softly asking you which tea flavor you preferred & which mug you wanted, or if you even wanted a mug or if you just wanted a glass. You two waited in the kitchen while the tea was being prepared, with Wilbur rocking you back & forth to a symphony only he could hear. When the whistling of the tea kettle echoed through the kitchen, he poured the two mugs of tea & handed you one as he grabbed the other & walked back to the bedroom. He cautiously placed you on the bed to make sure neither of you spilled the tea onto the soft white sheets. When he sat down on the bed, you immediately scooted over to him & cuddled up to him with his arm over your shoulders & your head buried in the crook of his neck. & you two just stayed like that for an uncountable amount of time.

Thank goodness you came back.

[vellatra]

There's some time left technically but I'm exhausted so I'm throwing in the towel for ArtFight! Good game this year everyone! Thank you to all the lovelies who drew me some wonderful blorbos 🥰 And now, my art haul for the year!

At the Forge - featuring Rina! (c. HopeTheSheep)

Rumor Has It... - featuring Stella and Pippa! (@card-queen )

Group Hug - featuring Eskel, Fen, and Kaede! ( @zivvyr )

Hoist the Mainsail! - featuring Brom and Aando Stormkeeper! (c. Home Crafted Animations @Novadwa on YouTube)

Just Ducky! - featuring Nola! ( @kazeharuhime )

Lego Girls - featuring Hua and Nuwang! (c. Dj-PaintPony)

Lunchtime! - featuring Oh Dear Guy! ( @The-Vermin )

Oh deer.... - featuring Jane Doe and Leif Hjoreth! (c. Layman29049 and @elyssebeeart )

Onward, Brave Soldiers! - featuring Arkyn and Ryland! ( @scriptrixdeo and @reneethegreatandpowerful )

Pickles, Parts 1 and 2 - featuring Felix and Grace! ( @meadow-roses )

Shelter From The Rain - featuring Maggie and Madeline! (c. Zorano and @megan-karau !)

Unwanted Upgrade - featuring Tiger! ( @chrystallink )

The Princess' Request - featuring Link and Hylia! (Zelda AU OCs by @hiimcesar )

And then there's also An Ancient Teacher, the mass attack I opened with, but I'm pretty sure I already posted that and I also don't feel like tagging those fifteenish people again 🤣 (You know who you are and you are still loved!)

[bbyquokka]

hi nemu… idk if your requests are open but if they are .. i’d like to request a small fic (when you have time ofc) abt complimenting jisungs lips and then he says “then kiss them” ?!?)?! i just saw a tiktok about this and i’m LOSING IT ATHRGR

if your reqs aren’t open feel free to ignore this, i hope

you have a great day/night !! 💋

lips

FLUFF BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

warnings: gn reader, established relationship, mention of food (fried chicken), kissing, semi proof read, jisung's lips are the plot words: 0.5k ~ (516)

dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

you wouldn't say you're exactly fascinated by jisung's lips. in love with them, however, thats a different statement. you can't help but stare at them every time he's around you.

you adore how cute and perfect they look. how his bottom lip is plumper than his top lip. when he smiles and laughs, his top lip disappearing, showing you his beautiful gummy smile.

his lips always look so perfect and soft, no matter the seasons. when it gets cold, you have to suffer with dry and chapped lips, applying lip balm every second to help moisten them. jisung doesn't suffer with that problem which makes you a lil bit jealous.

you watch jisung eat some fried chicken. the sauce coating his fingers and lips. you glance at him a few times from the corner of your eye, watching the way his tongue darts out to lick up the sauce. he lets out a small chuckle, eyes fixed on the tv screen as his favourite kdrama is currently playing.

“this is some good food. thank you yn!” jisung looks at you, giving you his famous gummy smile that makes your heart flutter.

“it's ok, ji. i've missed you so it's always nice to spend some time with you.”

“you're so cute yn. i've missed you too.” you place the chicken down, wiping your fingers with a napkin. jisung follows suit, leaning back against the sofa.

you watch him wipe his lips clean from the sauce, your eyes fixated on them. you can't help it, jisung's lips are your favourite feature of his. how they look so perfect, soft and round. he glances at you, tilting his head to the side.

“are you ok yn?” you hum, watching his tongue lick his plump bottom lip. it glistens in the dim light, making you fight the urge to kiss him. “are you sure?” he asks again.

“its just, your lips..” you mumble.

“what about them?” his attention being shifted onto you.

“they're so perfect. they're cute and round. soft to the touch. i love how your bottom lip is plump and the way your top lip disappears to show of that adorable gummy smile of yours. i love your lips so much.”

jisung chuckles softly, scooting closer to you. your breath hitches in your throat as he hooks his finger under your chin so you're looking at him. your eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips multiple times.

“then kiss them if you love them so much.”

you lean in, gently pressing your lips against his. you hum softly as you tilt your head to the side to allow jisung to move a some more. your lips mould and move together in perfect synch. the softness of his lips doesn't go a miss.

you briefly pull away to try and catch some air. jisung whines softly, grabbing the back of your head and pulling you towards him to reattach his lips onto yours.

“don't stop. not yet anyways. i love the feel of your lips against mine and i want to savour the moment for a bit longer.”

note: hi ducky! i hope you're doing well and are resting, eating and staying hydrated! thank you for this cute request! ily & have a great day/night 💋  don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. i’d love to hear your thoughts ‹3

tags [open]: @sstarryoong ; @myprwttyhan ; @septicrebel ; @bbujiikseu ; @cixrosie ; @alyszaen ; @writerracha ; @hyunluvxo

[loudlooks]

Day 8 - Thunderstorm

30 day challenge notes: quantity over quality, limited editing, stand-alone/unrelated stories unless specifically stated otherwise, not always tiva, chronologically randomly set in whatever pre-s11 season seems to fit

A/N: Gibbs and Ziva were in a serious car crash, Tony shows up at the hospital

Tag for blocking/following: 30 days of spring

Prompt: Listening to the sound of thunder with a cup of tea in hand

Word count: 746

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The torrential downpour was unrelenting, rain pelted against the window, the cool glass against her forehead calming the pain developing behind her eyes. The sudden thunderclap rang in her ears like screeching tires and crushed metal. She closed her eyes and inhaled slowly through her nose, the smell of antiseptic covering the memory of burning fuel and blood and smoke and rain.

As she opened her eyes, she saw his reflection approach in the window. Worry etched on his face, a cup in each hand. She pushed off of the window and turned towards him.

“Any news?” he asked, eyes fixated on hers.

She shook her head, barely.

He handed her one of the cups, then let his eyes wander over her, stopping on the blood stains on her jacket. “Are sure you're okay?”

She nodded. Barely.

He licked his lips, clenched his jaw. “Ziva.”

“I am fine.” She swallowed hard, turned sideways, away from his penetrating gaze, and leaned her head against the window again. The cold glass against her temple reminded her of the warm drink in her right hand. She took a sip, the tea warming her throat as her eyes followed a stream of raindrops racing down the window pane, like the stream of blood that had raced down Gibbs’ face.

She closed her eyes briefly, willing the memory away.

He repeated her name, voice hoarse and heavy with concern,

“Just bruises.” She bit her bottom lip. “Gibbs…the driver’s side was hit hardest.”

“He’ll be fine.”

“You didn’t see him…” She opened and closed her mouth, fearing her voice would break as the image of his pale, bloodied body was lifted into the ambulance.

“Hey,” he said confidently, urging her to look at him. “This is Gibbs we’re talking about, he’s invincible.”

“Nobody’s invincible, Tony.” Thunder rumbled as if to give credence to her statement.

He pursed his lips, and looked at her through narrowed eyes. “Remember when we watched Highlander?”

Ziva let out a frustrated sigh and turned her back to him, just in time to see a bolt of lightning light up the sky, followed by more thunder. She took a long sip of her tea, and watched two people outside run for cover from the storm.

“There can be only one,” Tony said in his best Connery impression.

She frowned, then remembered that particular movie, and Tony insisting Gibbs was obviously one of the immortals. The sound that left her lips was somewhere between a chuckle and a whimper, and as she turned towards him, she felt the first glimmer of hope since watching those headlights careen towards their car in the pelting rain.

Another sip. Another rattle of thunder. “Does Abby know?”

He glanced away and took a deep breath. “I wanted to drive straight to the hospital, so I asked McGee and Ducky to go tell her in person.”

As his gaze drifted back down her body, hesitated on the bloodstain, and eventually lingered on the right side of her face, which had slammed into the side window, her heart filled with how much he cared about them all. Her phone call to notify him of the accident and Gibbs’ condition had been short and straightforward, as usual. Inside she had been reeling.

Moving closer, she placed a hand on his chest. “Thank you,” she said, and thought, “for coming here first.”

He smiled softly, and gently caressed her left cheek, a thunderstorm brewing in his eyes.

Another crack of thunder made her flinch, and he instinctively gathered her into his arms. She went willingly, left hand grabbing onto the wet fabric of his coat, face buried against his chest, hoping nobody would see the silent tears falling as she fought against the deluge of memories of Gibbs’ mangled body being rescued from the car wreck.

Seconds that felt like eternity later, she stepped away from the warm and safe confines of his arm, only to lean back against the cold window. The rain and thunder seemed to be quieting down, as was the adrenaline and anxiety rushing through her. She drank some more tea, and lowered her cup as he briefly placed his left hand on the back of her neck and a kiss on top of her head.

He leaned against the wall next to the window, facing her, and took a gulp of his own tea. “Gonna be a long night.”

She smiled softly. “Would have been a lot longer without you here.”

[an-odd-hobbit]

WIP GAME

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

Thank you @shantismurf for tagging me! I love this kind of thing 😂

Ok, here’s all the Hobbit stuff that I’ve actually written part of currently. We’re not going to talk about the absolutely massive folder of ideas I’m hoarding 🤣 additional details provided in parentheses.

1. Bagginshield - Harvesting a Husband

2. Bagginshield - Victorian Hair Art

3. The Proving (also Bagginshield, and my current baby)

4. Bagginshield Haunted Bag End Fic (my other baby, but I’m kind of intimidated by it)

5. Transmasc Bilbo smut (and who is surprised that this is also Bagginshield?)

The rest of these are all fics I started YEARS ago and never finished but that I’ve found again and I still want to finish:

6. Dancing fic (yes, more Bagginshield, and shit it’s like…real cute??)

7. VBP Thilbo Fic (VBP stands for Very British Problems lol)

8. PROMPT - KILIEL, FIRST TIME (I don’t even ship it but I wrote a set-up for smut apparently and damn I need to get it finished and posted cause I’m actually pretty proud of it, good job past Ducky, heckin’ cute shit)

9. Porn prompt - Fili/men

10. Bilbofur PWP - unexpected blowjobs

11. Figrid PWP - special saddle

Aaaaand I don’t even know who to tag for this that hasn’t already been tagged 😅 so this is open to anyone who wants to do it, or PM me and I’ll tag you on it!

[duckymcdoorknob]

HEYA @onikabutocafe! My name’s Ducky and I’m your secret Santa!! 🥰

Thank you to @2022gisecretsanta for letting me join this amazing event!!!

There’s Trouble Brewing

Ships: Arataki Itto x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Little bit of cussing from Itto

Prompt: On a particularly bad day, your card declines at a busy coffee shop. The stranger behind you (without really giving you much choice) happily decides to pay.

Tags: First and foremost, the lovely @onikabutocafe. Happy holidays, I hope you LOVE your present! 🥰

General taglist! @lisiwalker, @rebloging-everything, @sweetenertea, @quoikuu, @tetsunova, @evielt13 @keyz-writes, @tohrusoftie, @sparrowb3nscloset, @elliotsbooks, @littlebbyleesfw, @0s0me0n30, @justanunknown, @hyeque

“If you’re trying to get something for free, this is a horrible attempt.”

You threw your head in your hands once again, groaning loudly. “I swear to the gods above, I just got paid yesterday. I don’t know why I’m getting declined over a $5 drink!”

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What was supposed to be a perfect day was one that was currently riddled with disaster. You were prepped and ready to get your favorite warm drink, and settle by your fireplace with the newest season of your favorite show. You had the day off from work, and no responsibilities to tend to.

So, you found yourself heading toward your favorite small cafe. It was a cold, wintery day, and the trees were adorned with sparkling, white snow. The harsh wind chilled you to the core as you pushed open the door.

To your dismay, the line was only about two patrons away from being out the door. But, you deduced that it would be all worth it in the end.

So, you waited.

And waited.

And waited…

And-

You get the picture.

People came and went as you mindlessly played a game on your phone. After about half an hour of waiting, it was finally your turn. You ordered your drink with a smile, then went to pay the bill.

You put your card inside of the reader, expecting to hear the gentle beeps of the acceptance message.

Instead, you were met with the harsh buzz of a declination.

“What…?” You murmured, “T-That can’t be right.. haha, sorry. Let me just-“

When you tried the action again, nothing happened.

“D’you have any other way to pay?” The barista asked in exasperation.

“No, but this should not be happening! I have plenty of money in my account!”

The people behind you started expressing their annoyance, muttering in displeasure about your “stalling”. You felt yourself growing more and more embarrassed as you hid your head in your hands.

“I swear, I don’t know why this is happening.” You murmured.

“If you’re trying to get something for free, this is a horrible attempt.” The barista snapped at you.

You threw your head in your hands once again, groaning loudly. “I swear to the gods above, I just got paid yesterday. I don’t know why I’m getting declined over a $5 drink!”

“Get out of line if you can’t pay!”

“Hurry up already!”

“There’s people waiting!”

“Helloooooo!!!”

As you turned around to defend yourself, you caught glance of the man behind you. He smiled sympathetically at you, as if to show he was unbothered by your great misfortune.

“Look, if you aren’t going to pay, then get out of the shop!” The barista said sternly.

You turned around to defend yourself, which caused you to miss the man behind you tapping his debit card on the reader.

“There.” He spat, “Now would you stop your bitching?”

“Wh- sir!” you whined, “You didn’t have to-“

“Sure I did! Hey lady, add a large hot chocolate with extra whip.”

The barista narrowed her eyes at the unnamed stranger, “Anything else…?”

“Yeah, actually. Why don’t you get the pole out of your ass?” He asked with a cocky grin.

“Are you serious?? Why don’t you both take your attitudes, and shove them right up your-“

“COURNTEY! Take your break!” A voice hissed from the doorway. “I’m so sorry about her, please take this, and have a good day!” The man behind the voice appeared with both of your drinks, and two coupons for a free beverage.

You took the drink and coupon with a blank stare, still trying to process what had happened. The man smiled as he did the same. “I hope that dear ol’ Courtney can get a hold of herself, or I may just have to stop coming here.”

You furrow your brows at him. “If you come here so often, why do I never see you?”

“Hmm, that is strange… it seems that I have a lot of catching up to do…”

The oni took a sip of his drink, sighing In contentment as the sweet liquid touched his lips. “My name is Itto.” He chimed, lowering the cup from his mouth. Upon this action, it revealed that he had a thick whipped cream mustache on his upper lip, “But you can call me: anytime.”

You stifled a giggle from behind your cup, turning toward the condiment table for a napkin. “Well then, anytime, it’s pretty hard to take you seriously when you’ve got that killer mustache.” You wipe his mouth off while mirroring his previously cocky smile.

“Oh man, that’s embarrassing.” Itto groaned, “My game is usually so much better than this.”

“Well…” you chirped, turning toward the door, “I do have a free day ahead of me, and a whole season of (show) to catch up on.”

“Ohoho, are you asking The One and Oni on a date?” The white-haired male teased, leaning to the side of the doorframe.

“I totally am. I’m truly curious to see if this “game” of yours is as great as you claim.” You replied with a smile.

Itto grinned widely, eyes sparkling, as he opened the door to the cafe. “Lead the way, my dearest (Y/N).”

“How did-“

“Your name is on your cup, silly.” Itto closed the door behind him, then let his hand rest on the small of your back. “Is this okay?”

You smiled, taking a sip of your drink. “Perfect.”

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

[mysticstarlightduck]

Hiya Ducky!

How about 💀 for the OC questions tag game? I love learning about characters' fears, I think its one of the most fundamental characterising traits that everyone has a deep fear of something.

Hi, Trance! Thank you so much for the ask!

(The OC Ask Game)

That is a really great question, and I totally agree - a character's fear is very important to their arc, especially when it comes to growth and development! I'll talk about some OCs from my WIP Realms of Loss.

Realms of Loss:

Prince Archyvel of Sarythea: Archyvel's worst fear is being a failure or proving to be utterly incapable and worthless. He was raised at the height of luxury, in an environment where he never had to try too hard or prove himself/attempt to improve, and, while on the surface he was comfortable, that life led him to develop some serious insecurities - especially when he compared himself to his older brother, the great hero and King of Sarythea, or saw how the court's advisors whispered about him being "the Royal family's weak link". To counter that insecurity, for a long while, Archyvel indulged himself with more and more luxury, parties, and gold galore - but when that mask is taken from him and he is forced into exile, he is left with nothing and forced to confront his fear face to face in the real "fight or die" world where his brother wasn't there to intervene. His story arc in the book is very much about what it means to be a true, worthy leader and strive for growth and improvement instead of hiding from his life's challenges.

Nesrynna Alorai: Nesrynna's worst fear is being corrupt or evil - like her aunt was- she also fears being unable to continue her father's interrupted quest. Growing up, Nesrynna definitely had the best example of the worst possible person imaginable one could be and witnessed firsthand the extent of the cruelty and injustice people like her aunt were capable of dishing out in the name of greed, something that cost her father's life, who was her hero and only parent. Having such a dreadful set of events happen to her so early in her life impacted her heavily, making Nesrynna a person who takes her morality and being a righteous/good person very seriously - constantly second-guessing herself, being untrusting of herself and being reminded that her background could one day define her. This, while being a core root of her current personality, is also her weakness, and she must learn to trust herself again, finding certainty in her own choices.

Gwain Vytris: Gwain's worst fear is being weak, and failing to be strong enough to make sure he and his siblings survive - he is also afraid of being used or manipulated by others, especially more powerful people. Growing up as a street urchin in the dreadfully neglected slums of the Outer Cities of the kingdom of Avillore forced Gwain into a protector role for his younger siblings very early on, making him have to grow up fast and make unfair choices in the name of survival. This, paired with some of his specific traumas, turned Gwain into a very jaded, cold, and skeptical young adult who considers emotions/vulnerability as a weakness that could potentially lead to death, which impacted his relationship with the younger siblings he raised as well. His arc throughout the book is centered around coming to terms with the gruesome unfairness of his past and learning to let go of all that hatred in the name of trying to give himself a chance at a better, happier future by opening up to the people who truly cared about him.

Viktoras Aeravi - Viktoras' worst fear is being nothing more than the illegitimate bastard that brought shame to his family, being considered worthless or meaningless. Born into a stern noble family to whom honor and tradition were everything, Viktoras was never given a choice - his illegitimate birth seemed to already define his destiny and his chances. He spent most of his life trying to prove himself to a household where he felt he never would truly belong, constantly longing for the sense of family and belonging he was deprived of by blood. This influenced many of his choices and his behavior, trying to always be flawless and honorable at all times, which, while a noble goal, was born out of his insecurity and anxiety. Viktoras main story arc is about finding that belonging and realizing that family isn't always defined by blood, while also showing his true worth to those who denied him so long ago.

Gwinnifer - Her fear is being unable to bring about change and thus being unable to save her kingdom from being caught in a war that was none of their making. A wild spirit and a peacemaker by heart, Gwinnifer wanted nothing more than a better, more just world and to protect her kingdom, the Izuhyn People, from the wars of their neighboring realms. She was an outsider, a child lost in the woods of the Lost Lands, unexpectedly found by royal Izuhyn scouts and taken in as their own despite her not being one of them. She wants to be able to "repay" this kindness by changing her kingdom's fate in the war, and thus sets out to make sure the forbidden prophecy doesn't come to pass. Her arc centers around healthily using that fear for the improvement of the world around her, while realizing she didn't need to be a hero or peacemaker out of a sense of desperate duty, as she would always belong amongst the people who chose her regardless of her choice, but choosing to persevere and bring peace because that was her heart's calling.

[kirstenonic05]

3, 5, 21, 33, 41 and 42 for the ask game?

3. What was the last song you listened to?

I'm currently listening to Sword of the Surviving Guardian from Kirby and the Forgotten Land! It's my favourite Kirby song!

5. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? 

Yeah! :D I have this green stegosaurus dinosaur plushie I've had since I was tiny named Ducky! He's very tattered, but I love him very much!

21. How was your day today?  Nothing much has happened since it's still kinda the morning! We're going to go and print character papercraft templates after lunch though, which will be fun to do before work! I made my first character papercraft little guy yesterday :)

33. Do you sleep with your door open or closed? 

Depends on what Ink's doing with the door and what the temperature is

41. What’s your favorite cartoon?:

Good question! I haven't watched cartoons in a while, so I guess it'd be Gen 1 Transformers or Voltron? I might come back to this one cause I can't remember what I watched last XD

42. Tag 5 of your favorite blogs:

Ohoho here we go! I'ma tag my friends :) @dremyink06 @yusyed @shadowsageingempress @mothtrrash @arraxthatsonjah

Thanks for the tag bestie! :D You would be on question 42 too :)

[sebsxphia]

last line tag game!

rules: post your last line and tag as many people as their are words! thank you so much for the tags @bradshawsbitch @cherrycola27 @mothdruid @sweetlittlegingy !! 💌

“no, no, my little duckie. don’t you apologise. accidents like these happen, it’s all part of the creative process!”

keeping this open for those who want to do it!! <33

[erexart]

Thank u my pookie T (❁´◡`❁) Duckie! fav animal ever, from now till i die <3 open tagging this one!

choose your fav flower friend

[duckiescorneroftheworld]

Duckie's Mass Story Idea Post

To start this bad boy off with a bang, I just wanted to explain what this is all about, then jump RIGHT into it.

I always seem to have these ultra short ideas for movies, shows, books, etc. What bugs me is that I never have the energy or brain power to make them into full fledged things. So to combat that writer's block plague, I decided to make this mass post full of reblogs/edits/tags/comments full of these very ideas!

Now, the rules of this post follow:

There is no rhyme, reason, or timing for these ideas, and I will not be explaining them any further. What's on this post is the extent of what was in my head.

These ideas are absolutely free for anyone to use! This includes using it for monetization. I only ask that you don't claim it as your own idea, and if you do post it anywhere or use it as a crutch to write your own story, please send it to me or tag me in it. The whole point is that I can't finish the idea, and I would LOVE to see what you do with it!!

Please don't use these ideas for anything related to smut, racism, sexism, propaganda, child prn, or anything explicitly harmful to others. I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF IT, AND YOU WILL BE BLOCKED AND REPORTED.

There will be gore/blood mentions, so if that's something you cannot handle, please don't even read the first story. This is not meant for children, and I will censor what is needed to be censored, but this is a post of my ideas put directly on paper, so there will be mentions of that kind of stuff.

Now, let's get this show on the road!!!

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Title: Shag Rugs and Oil

Opening to a TV show episode - potentially a crime drama??

Played to the song Who Put The Bomp by Barry Mann

Camera pans in on a shaggy, long haired woman (no older than like 25) using oil paints. The camera never shows even close to the canvas she's painting, like you barely see what she's doing, you can just infer she's painting with oil paints.

After a few shots of painting supplies and the woman's feet (covered by mushroom print socks) toes curling into a VERY shaggy burnt orange rug. The rug has a lot of wisps of paint, as if smeared around in an attempt to hide the fact that paint had been spilled. Around the room, there are many different things that are painted on, such as feathers, leather, animal skulls, full sets of human teeth, and most of a human skeleton held together haphazardly with wire and painter's tape.

Throughout the camera angles of everything happening in the room, it slowly starts to reveal little hints as to what the canvas that the woman painting is. First, some draped cloth off the table, next, some curly brunette hair laid out on the table. Another shot reveals poorly painted fingernails, followed by the same fabric from before dressed over the torso of a person laying on a table. The torso is covered in detailed paintings of landscapes and abstract designs all flowing into each other.

The shaggy woman is painting on a fresh dead body for her collection.

Thank you for reading!

[stormhearty]

These are great ramblings! I love reading your fanfics, even if sometimes it takes me a while to read them, as my reading skills are often at an all-time high - When you released "Pushed to the Edge" I would check the azriel x reader tag every day to see if there was an update. Then I read your others and I loved them, but I confess that PTTE has a place in my heart!!!

I never gave in to the oppression of spending money on otome games (I had no money at the time). Yes, it was hard work to get those diamonds and nowhere near our favorites. It was absurd! My types of otome are secrets🤫🤫 I don't really remember😹😹 I used to install several at the same time so that when I ran out of tickets and diamonds for one, I could just move on to another🤣🤣 How about you?

This book would definitely have a picture of him on the cover with that smile of his. That's totally Rhysand, a man with the ego of a lovebird.

I don't like the pink because I have eye problems and when I go to look at the words they end up coming together and the color hurts my eyes and strains the poor thing and I'm like "oh! no!😭😵". It's easy, just press a word or phrase you want until a few commands appear and it's all there ( by cell phone). I could send you a print, but that would ruin my anonymity and I like being patonima (a combination of duck + anonymous in my language).

I'm fine, as far as I can! And you?

😭😭😭

Awee thank you!! PTTE has also a special place in my heart~ I was able to meet everyone here because of that series! In all honesty, I love PTTE but it also made me very nervous because I was very worried that it wouldn't live up to the hype everyone had about it. Like I've said multiple times in the past, PTTE was just supposed to be a one-shot, open ending to let readers interpret what might happen in the end. But so many people wanted a part two that I wracked my head so many times to make it good. And I am glad people enjoyed it so much! I have large shoes to fill - my own shoes. 🤣🤣

Oh yeah, as like a high schooler and a college student I could never pay for extra diamonds or tickets because I would have to use my parent's account. As an adult, the only time I splurged on those extra tickets or diamonds was just the past month since I had like a gift card so I could use that money however I pleased. The only otome game I have bought officially is called Collar Malice on the Switch, and I bought that on sale. Other than that, I just grind daily for those things. 🤣🤣🤣

Not even the cover, I'm sure he'd ask Feyre to paint something - of the both of them (probably naked or something) for the cover. His author photo would be his shit-eating grin.

I might be able to figure it out myself, when I have the time (since I do have to go to work in a couple of minutes). If you say it's easy then I believe you, my duckie anon.

Death looms over me. 🤣🤣 it's my 2/2 12 hour shift tonight so I'm a bit dead. I have four days off after this, but I might be reading "Two Twisted Crowns" today and tomorrow.

[creativefiend19]

Fan Fic Tag Game 2020

Ao3 Name: creativefiend19

Fandoms: The Raven Cycle

1.         Fic that was the hardest to write/you spent the most time on: In One Piece - oof yes, it’s been more difficult than I imagined (mostly thanks to COVID), but so so rewarding

2.         Fic you spent the least time on/easiest to write: the coffeeshop AU a piece of a dream

3.         Longest Fic: In One Piece - it'll be 100k soon! OMG

4.         Shortest Fic: The Greywaren and Magician (just one chapter up, but more to come!)

5.         Fic you were nervous to post: In One Piece (there aren’t many canon-compliant Pynch kinky fics)

6.         How do you choose your titles: by frantically combing through the TRC books for appropriate phrases at the last possible second LOL

7.         Fave Fic you read: SuperBat identity porn! It blew me away - absolutely brilliant! I’m still composing an appropriate comment asdfghjk

all each riddles, when unknown by @susiecarter

8.         Fave Fic you wrote: I know it’s my own work, but I'm in love with Adam and Ronan's intimacy and intensity in In One Piece.

9.         Fave comment: A number of people told me that my fics helped them get through this year. Knowing that my work helped someone somewhere in some way unfucked some of 2020 for me.

10.      Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: Not rewrite, just write - I really want to get to The Greywaren and Magician

11.      Share a bit of your WIP or share a story idea that you’re planning: (under the cut)

This is from the upcoming fic in my Cabeswater Café series, which is the coffee shop fic + Barns date from Ronan’s POV:

Ronan eyed the crates. It did something to him to see Adam carrying The Barns produce.

He also eyed Adam’s biceps under the rolled up sleeves of his white tee, which  highlighted his natural tan. He must be carrying at least 80 lbs. Fuck. Adam’s arms were a marvel of freckles and corded muscle. And his hands were a thing of beauty. 

Ronan tore his mind away from imagining the other places Adam’s freckles might be scattered - and what he’d like those strong hands to do to him - and forced himself to focus on Seph. She’d been waiting patiently for him to acknowledge her, with a faintly amused smile on her face.

“You’ll like Adam,” she’d told him on the phone the previous week. 

She was not wrong.

He liked Adam.

Very much. 

12.      What was your goal for your fics this year? Did you meet it?: 

I had a very clear idea for IOP: Write kinky smut that’s about character development. Make people come for the smut and stay for the story, basically. I think I met that goal. What do you guys think?

13.      What is your goal for your fics next year?: To complete IOP before Mister Impossible (or a preview of it) drops! 

14.      Highlight of your fandom year: Getting gorgeous fanart for IOP - twice! - by one of my absolute favourite fan artists and people @forestgeitart. It’s a dream come true. 

15.      Highlight of your personal year: I was convinced I couldn’t tell a story. I’m one of those people who can be funny, but not when I try to tell a joke, you know? 

But I’ve told 130k words of stories so far, that weren’t all total shite. So, I’m quite chuffed to have picked up a new skill. It’s very Adam Parrish of me. 

Anyone who would like to do this - consider yourself tagged! And @tinyarmedtrex  @hklnvgl @semicolonsandsimiles @toast-the-unknowing @etoilegarden @portiaadams @magicienetreveur if you want to give this a shot.

[navalcriminalimagines]

Unlucky - Chapter 2

I'm very happy to see how well this series is being received!! I'm having fun working on this! Keep telling if you like it!

NCIS x Criminal Minds crossover!!

Summary: You’re Emily Prentiss’s little sister, you work for NCIS and when your team got a case in Quantico, it’s time for her to meet your team and for you to meet hers…

Pairings: sister!Emily Prentiss x Reader, Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader, Aaron Hotchner x Reader (and maybe more…)

Warnings: smut towards the end; car sex, unprotected sex

Words count: 2.4k

Prologue - Chapter 1

Tags: @duckysmith3000 @sitkafay @thebaileybugle @katieslotherford @ilovemark1951

You always put your foot in your mouth. That was your thing, you knew it but somehow you couldn’t help it. You felt terrible during lunch, and planned on apologizing to Hotch as soon as you were done. Emily talked with McGee about the case and then about you. You listened without really listening. 

When you were almost done eating, Gibbs and Ziva came back with important information about the case and the victim. Emily left the room to let the team work - reluctantly, she really wanted to stay. They told you and McGee what they learned and you told them what you found and what Ducky found.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Ziva asked, concerned. 

“She put her foot in her mouth again.” Tim told her. 

“Oh, with your sister?”

You shook your head no. “Her boss. I’m going to apologize actually.” You stood up, feeling Gibbs’s gaze on you. “I know about Rule 6, but this is different.” You said. 

“Did I say anything?” He shot back. 

“No, but—no you didn’t. I’ll be right back.”

You left the conference room and walked up to your sister’s desk. “Is Hotch still here?” You asked her, looking over her shoulder. 

“Yup. Good luck.”

“Thanks.”

You went to his office and knocked. You were that his “come in” wasn't a happy one, like he was annoyed to be disturbed. “You sure I can?” You asked, just popping your head through the door. 

“Yes, Y/N.” So you did and stood across his desk. 

“I want to apologize for what I said. It was insensitive, and a poor choice of words.” 

Hotch looked at you and noticed the very formal posture you had; you were standing straight, chin high, your hand on your back. It clearly was something you picked up for your time as a Marine, but it felt wrong for Hotch. “Am I supposed to dismiss you so you’d stand normally?” He raised an eyebrow at you. You understood what he meant and relaxed, putting your arms on your sides. 

“Yeah, that was very formal, wasn’t it?”

“Old habits die hard, I guess.” 

“Exactly.” You sighed. “Are we good? I really don’t want to start on the wrong foot. Emily cares a lot about you and the team and—“

“We’re fine, Y/N.” He cut you off and you sighed in relief. 

“Thank you! Thanks! I really didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know.” He straight up on his chair, “I guess it hurt because you were right.” 

You watched him stare at his wedding ring. You could tell how hard it was from him to accept that his marriage was over. Not that you’d understand, and know how he felt, but you felt for him. Emily told you about his divorce, but only the big lines. From what you understood, his wife - and mother of his son - had enough of his job, and how much it took him away from them. 

You started to walk backwards to leave him alone but you saw him taking the ring off. His gesture surprised you but you didn’t say anything. “Can you keep it?” He asked, opening his hand where the ring was over you. You were even more surprised by his request, and took a few steps forward. 

“What?”

“Can you keep this ring until you’re going back to DC?” He asked again, sure of himself. 

“I don’t—“ you didn’t know what to say. “Are you asking me to be your Frodo?” Despite making a pop culture reference, you were pretty serious and concerned about his request, but Hotch chuckled. 

“I guess I am.”

“Why?” You softly reached for the ring that was still in his palm. Your fingers brushed his skin, and you closed your eyes for a moment, trying not to think about whatever you felt in your body. 

“Well, since we were having this conversation, I guess I can ask you to keep it and make sure you won’t give it back to me no matter what.” He sighed. “Maybe it’ll help.” 

“I don’t think it’s just about the ring, Hotch.” You admitted. 

“Surely not. But it’s a start.” 

“Okay then.” You put the ring in your pocket, feeling Hotch’s gaze on you. “I won’t give it back to you even if you beg.” You silently cursed yourself for using those words. 

“I don’t beg.” He chuckled. 

“Let’s make that your next obstacle.” Could you never shut up? This was your sister’s boss and you were talking to him like he was someone you’ve known for months and were familiar with. Blushing at your behavior, you started to walk towards the door again. 

“I'd like to have other obstacles before that one.” He said. 

“Like what?” You couldn’t help but ask, as your hand reached for the door handle. 

“Considering dating again, for example.”

“Well, once you’ll be back on the horse, it won't be hard for you.” 

With that, you left. You’ve said enough to Aaron Hotchner for now. 

As soon as the door closed, Hotch covered his face with his hands. Why the hell did he do something like this? For the moment he left the conference room after what you said, he tried to take his ring off but he couldn’t. It clearly wasn’t about the ring, it was about accepting that his marriage with Haley was over after many years and a baby. He never wanted his son to be a child of divorce but here they were now. Haley made her decision a while ago, the divorce had been pronounced and there was nothing left to do. 

And he understood that when you were standing in front of him. Because for the first time in a very long time, he pictured himself being with someone. Someone other than his ex-wife. And he hated to admit that you, Emily Prentiss’s young sister, did that for him. It would never be something he’d pursue, but a man could still let his imagination run free, right? 

Especially after that last sentence… 

As you were going to your team, Emily stopped you. “I’m gonna go home and take a nap.” She informed you. 

“You know that you didn’t have to come in the first place?” You laughed. 

“True, but it was fun. Things are good between you and Hotch?” 

“Yes, everything’s clear.”

“Great. Now, I may have told the team that you were here—“

“Okay, so?”

“They want to get some drinks tonight, with you.”

“In case it’s not very clear, I’m working here, Em. I can’t—“

“Oh come on! You’re not going to pull an all-nighter, right?”

“I don’t know yet. It’s barely 2pm. Let’s do that when the case is over?”

“Fine. Most of them will be here tomorrow anyway. See ya.”

She kissed your cheek and left the office to take her much needed nap. 

You joined back your team, and the entire afternoon was about the case. The more you investigated, the more complicated it was becoming. You had no idea where it was going, but around nine pm, Gibbs told you to call it a night. 

You all walked out of the FBI office together. Before reaching the elevator, you felt Tony’s arm wrapping itself around your shoulders. “Baby Prentiss.” 

You rolled your eyes, “What, Junior?”

“First, don’t call me that in front of your sister, please. And second, can I have your sister’s number?” 

“Over my dead body.” You firmly answered. 

“Aw, come on!”

“You are relentless.” Ziva stated. 

“Leave her alone, DiNozzo.” Gibbs gave Tony his second headslap of the day. He let go of your shoulders but stayed close to you. 

“Y/N, your sister’s hot. I’m hot. We’d—“ he stopped talking when you punched his shoulder. “Ow!” He rubbed the spot you just hit.

“Be grateful I went for your shoulder.” 

The elevator’s doors opened and you all got in. “Fine, I’ll just directly ask her.” 

You wanted to punch him again, but Gibbs wrapped his arm around you, holding you in place; your back against his chest. You were small compared to him - which was something he liked a lot - but you’ve proven multiple times that you could kick his ass, and definitely Tony’s. Your small size was actually an advantage, because it made you fast and sneaky. 

“I can’t wait for her to turn you down.” You smirked, knowing that a man like Tony was Emily’s type. 

Gibbs held you against him until the lift was over and it surprised you that no one seemed to care or even paid attention. 

Since Emily was the one to drive in the morning, Gibbs offered to drop you off at her place, while the others used the van to go back to the hotel. During the ride, he noticed how silent you were, deep in thoughts, so he gently put his hand on your thigh and rubbed small circles with his thumb. “Everything okay there?” He asked. 

“Yeah, yeah. Just thinking.” 

“I can see that, and I know it’s not about the case.”

You growled at that, “Stop reading me like an open book.” 

And he chuckled, “That’s the thing about you, Y/N. You wear your feelings and emotions on your sleeves.” 

“Trust me I know, I was reprimanded way too much on that by my commanders. Do you think it makes me—weak?”

“Not the word I’d choose.”

“And what word would you choose?”

Gibbs silently kept driving for a moment, thinking. “Pure.” He said, “Too pure.”

“Wow,” you laughed. “That’s what you’re going with?”

“It is.” 

You took a long look at him and understood that he didn’t like you laughing at the word he chose. You could see his jaw clenched, so you reached for his hair and stroked it a little. You knew it soothed him. 

“Why do you think you’re weak?” He finally asked. 

“It’s not just weakness, it’s—“ you inhaled deeply, “All my life my parents compared me to Em. I wasn’t wanted, I was born twelve years after the only kid they wanted and they spent all those years making me feel inferior to my sister, in every way possible.” Gibbs held your hand in his and squeezed it gently. He took his eyes off the road for a moment to look at you and he saw the tears in your eyes. It hurt him to see you hurt. “Don’t get me wrong, I love Emily more than anyone in this world. It’s not her fault the parents were like this with me. I mean, she doesn’t know half of it.” 

“Maybe you should tell her, then?”

“No way, it would make her feel so bad.”

“But right now, you’re the one feeling bad.”

“It’s okay.”

“No,” he kissed your knuckles, “it’s not.”

You told Gibbs what was wrong but you didn’t want to go any further than that. So you just closed your eyes and enjoyed his tenderness until you reached for your sister’s building. “That’s her parking lot?” Gibbs asked, pointing at a garage door. 

“Yup,”

“Do you have the key?”

“Yes,” you said, showing the key that you already were holding. “Why?”

“Open it.”

You looked at him, puzzled but he just smirked. You opened the door and he drove inside. He spent a moment driving around the parking lot, until he found the most hidden spot. 

Gibbs turned off the engine, grabbed your stuff and threw them in the back and proceeded to bring you on his lap. “Are you serious?” You chuckled, and he answered with a kiss. As he found your sensitive spot in your neck, his hands roomed under your shirt, where he touched every inch of skin. You found the button to lay the seat back, taking Gibbs by surprise. You immediately crashed against his chest and kissed him passionately. 

You felt the bulge in his pants as he worked on unbuttoning yours. He grabbed handfuls on your flesh, and you moaned in his mouth. “Take those off.” He told you and you got back on your seat to take your shoes and pants off. He freed his cock from his briefs and stroked himself as he stared at you. You playfully threw your soaked panties to his face, and he grabbed them before inhaling deeply into it. 

You climbed on top of him again, his hard cock teasing your entrance. It was quite dark but you still could make each other’s faces out and you stared at each other as you welcomed his length inside your cunt. He rubbed your clit with his thumb a little before you even moved, and then he brought you against his chest and started to thrust. It was slow and deep at first, neither of you spoke. You just kissed, touched and held each other, until he eventually fastened the pace and you met his movements.

“Yes, Gibbs! Fuck!” You cried in his ear, feeling your orgasm building itself. 

“You’re so good, sweetheart. So good,” he whispered. 

Gibbs was hard to read, even during sex, but you’ve learned in the past year that he’s close to come when his hands grab your skin in a death grip - that sometimes leaves bruises. So you reassured him, “I’m so close. Yes, right there!”

He kept his brutal pace until he felt your pussy and body clenching onto you, and it was his undoing. He came deep inside you and that feeling almost made you come a second time. 

You stayed on top of him for a moment as you were both catching your breaths. No matter how tough the man appeared to everyone, he was also the most thoughtful and tender man you’ve ever been with. He rubbed your back and placed small kisses on your forehead until you kissed him and got back to your seat. 

It was only then that it hit you; you hadn’t used protection for the first time. You could feel his cum coming out of your pussy, probably dripping on his cushion. 

“It’s kinda late to ask this but I hope you’re not seeing anyone else, Gibbs.” You told him as you put your clothes back on. 

“And I hope you’re on birth control, otherwise we’re going to CVS right now.” He answered right away, fixing himself up. 

“I’m on birth control.” You reassured him. “You’re not asking if I’m seeing someone else?” 

He didn’t say a word. Gibbs just looked at him and smirked, like he knew you were not seeing anyone else. Granted, he was right but his assumption pissed you off. Like, did he assume that no one else would be interested in you? Or that you were so into him that you didn’t want to be with someone else? Either option upsetted you. 

You finished putting your clothes back on, threw a cold “see you tomorrow” and left.

[sungbeam]

𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒: THE SOULMATE EXHIBIT

your soul feels so awfully familiar — are our relationships and connections pre-destined? perhaps in another life, another universe, or even in the timeline we exist in, we are linked to others who's fates have been etched into our very bones. shall we explore those possibilities?the sungbeam observatory proudly presents THE SOULMATE EXHIBIT COLLABORATION.

a note from our curator: you all have no idea how EXCITED i am for this >< it means the absolute world to have 1k+ of you stargazers here with me, reading, writing and bonding over things we're passionate abt (yes, barking over korean men is now something i am passionate abt). thank u to those who have supported my ✨journey ✨, and who i have met along the way. it's really cliché to say, but i really didn't think 1k was in my stars haha but here we are :') so please do continue to look forward to what's to come (omg sorry i didn't mean for that to become an oscar's acceptance speech (;_;)

— ✶ signed, duckie x

our theme, if one could not tell, is SOULMATES! yes, we're talking the beloved soulmate au! u have complete creative freedom over the soulmate system and the logistics of your world—your fic just has to feature *a* soulmate au.

some RULES & GUIDELINES before we enter the exhibition hall:

✶ only member x reader and member x oc is allowed; member x member is NOT allowed

✶ as i mentioned in the survey, this collab will be SFW content with suggestive themes allowed

✶ slots are FIRST COME, FIRST SERVE! i'm not holding any slots for anyone, except for myself

✶ including the slot i have selected for myself, there are a total of 15 SLOTS! this collab is open to ALL active k-pop groups, so there are no certain amount of slots for specific groups, but you must reserve a spot in the exhibition hall! all works will then be compiled into a masterlist for easy access~

✶ all genres are cool w me 😎 but only drabbles and oneshots will be allowed! no series and no texts (and none of the following themes either pls: su*c*de, r*pe, p*doph*l*a, etc.)

✶ the minimum word count is 1K WORDS, and a keep reading link MUST be inserted after the usual information/summeries/beginning

✶ i'm making a discord for additional announcements/reminders, but it can also be used for chatting, brainstorming, etc. i'm bad at the discord thing, so i will try my best! joining is HIGHLY encouraged (u don't even have to say anything in the server lol)

✶ to be confirmed, pls also reblog this announcement post! (key: one and only)

✶ the drop out date will be october 1st, and fics will be due april 1st 🤡 (any changes will be announced, however) — hopefully that gives everyone lots of wiggle room to write! i don't want this to be stressful for anybody :]

✶ once your fic is completed, pls do TAG ME and include # eternally yours collab in your tags!

READY TO DISCOVER YOUR SOULMATE IN THIS VAST UNIVERSE? — ☆

secure your place in the exhibit here

**NOTE: the form will ask you for what GROUP you intend to write for. this can change after you are confirmed, but pls do let me know <3

13 / 15 slots confirmed — our guest speakers:

01:00 @sungbeam, tbz

02:00 @jaehunnyy, ateez

03:00 @sunlightwoo, txt

04:00 @ethereal-engene, svt

05:00 @daegall, nct dream/127

06:00 @justalildumpling, nct dream

07:00 @loveliestfelix, txt

08:00 @maiademia, svt

09:00 @tranquilpetrichor, ateez

10:00 @restlessmaknae, oneus

11:00 @soobeaniee, txt

12:00 @honeyhuii, svt

13:00 @taem-min, shinee