#the only five star i have is the traveler pls-

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

[We went on shopping (it didn’t go well)] - TF141*F!Reader

not a chapter actually just a rambling, it's kinda messy and not my style imo, pls feel free to skip this etc. might rewrite this shit when I have time since I’m busy with my job these days and I just accidentally sliced my thumb open making it difficult to type, hence not much to provide sorry :( and the weird stranger incident in the latter part did happen irl damn it’s creepy af, but I was the one telling them to fuck off tho (they harassing my cute friend RAGE)

Summary: You sigh when it's the fifth time someone fights in your poor tea shop this month. You just open it two months ago, in an area ruled by mafia called '141'. Maybe you should find their boss and give them money or what to stop the bullshit keeps happening in your shop. (well, here they come)

Mafia!TF141*F!Reader

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

After your car graduates from its car life in about a week, congratulations, the poor shelf accompanies you since your college life is finally undone, fragments spreading across the floor making you shout Mama and mourn for its graduation.

You don’t have a car right now, so when Gaz offers to drive you to buy a new shelf, you agree to his suggestion without a second thought. Yet when the day comes and you open the car door, only to be greeted by the wide smile of Soap and Gaz, you almost slam the door close in reflex.

“Okay, but why do all of you come together? this isn’t an elementary school field trip!” You gawk at them when you squeeze in the car.

“Sounds fun, how can ye not tell us?” 

“Gaz I thought you could seal your lips!”

“Sorry love, Ghost exchanged it with some goodies.”

Oh yeah, Ghost is sitting in the driver’s seat.

Wait, he’s sitting in the driver's seat?

“Goddamnit—“ Your scream dies out on your tongue when said man puts his foot down. 

Ghost does a good job at providing you the same experience as riding a rollercoaster, glad that you didn’t throw up in the car and arrived at the warehouse without dying. If he's your Uber driver, you will give him five stars and block the hell out of him. 

You hop out of the car and walk to the door. As the automatic door parts after sensing your presence, you feel much better when the cold air of the store. Nice a.c. is one of the important features of a nice store, and you already built a fondness for the warehouse with how refreshing the chilly air is inside.

The first area welcoming you is food. Not bad, 6 out of 10 if it needs to be precise. Gaz pushes the cart and follows you as you saunter to the aisle with cereals.

“Oh, they have my favorite brand.” You murmur to him as your eyes travel across the price tag.

Wait, you must still be dizzy because no way it’s 30% cheaper than the same one you just bought from the supermarket.

“Kyle, it says it’s 3 pounds, right?!” pointing at the tag, your voice raises a whole eight-tone with excitement.

“Yes?”

“Good.”

5 boxes of cereal are added to the cart. 

Actually, 9.9 out of 10 for this place, you fix the evaluation as you watch Gaz putting some of those ten bags of chocolate Ghost and Soap dump into the cart back on the shelf, and as a little revenge to Gaz for letting the other two men join the trip without you knowing, you choose to turn a blind eye when you spot Ghost sneaking all of them back in the cart.

Not forgetting the primary goal for today, you go straight to the furniture area after letting Soap throw five packs of gummy bears in the cart and convincing Ghost not to get a cup of tea from the random tea shop. You’ll make a much better one for him when you get home — you coo when he stares at you with unhappy eyes not covered by the mask, glad that he seems to accept the idea, so he huffs and lets you drag him and Soap out of the food area.

“You should buy this.” 

“Ghost I don’t need a green shelf in my shop thank you.”

“Then ye should buy this bonnie!”

“That’s not even a goddamn shelf, Soap.”

“How about this?” 

Your eyes brighten up when Gaz shows you a wooden shelf, it’s stripped-back, with not many decorations, but it surely will fit wonderfully into your store with its aesthetic vibes and high functionality, thus you pick up your phone to type down the product number immediately.

“Oh my, Kyle, you’re the best.”

and you’re too busy typing the numbers down that you don’t notice him shooting the others a taunt of victory.

The last area before the cashier’s counter sets a bookshop. You don’t plan on buying books, but you indeed need to go to the bathroom, so you dismiss yourself and tell them to look around before you’re done.

Why are the bathrooms always hidden in a bloody long hallway? What if someone can’t hold back during their way? Your footsteps echo through the corridor as your mind starts hitting you with a fresh and unnecessary question, glad that you aren’t that urgent though, so you’re able to get to the destination without wetting your pants.

Washing your hands, you step back to the hallway again, but you yelp in surprise when you bump into someone.

“Sorry!” You nod at the man and start heading back to the bookstore.

but it’s weird, the man you just bump into walks so close to you, that you suddenly realize he’s just a step behind you.

Hey, don’t panic, might just coincidence, you try to tell yourself as you make another step.

“Hey, lovely.” Okay, it’s not a coincidence, fucking hell. You curse when his hand touches your shoulder and stops you.

“Sorry for bumping into you, Sir. Anything that I can help?”

“No, I’m waiting for you to separate from the blokes for a while can’t ask for your phone number when they surround you like dogs.”

“I don’t give strangers my number, sorry.” You try to leave, but the man’s hand grabs your shoulder forcefully preventing you from moving.

“Hey, give us a chance yeah? I’m sure we will have some nice time together.”

“I don’t fucking know you!”

Prying off his hand, you turn and start walking fast, almost running when you hear the stranger’s footsteps coming towards you.

Fuck fuck fuck, you haven’t run with such desperation in years, last time must be high school.

“Who the fok are ye arsehole?”

The tears prickling in your eyes when you hear Soap’s voice ringing in your ears before you feel a pair of warm hands drag you behind him.

“Ghost and Soap will deal with him, let’s go.”

Adrenaline pumping through your body finally subsides when Soap and Ghost reappear from the hallway, you don’t want to know what happened to the stranger, maybe hope they’re still alive and in one piece so you won’t involve yourself in another chaos, 

“I think it’s time to go home, Kyle. Is it okay?”

“Of course, wanna grab some food before we leave?”

“I guess Ghost already bought sufficient chocolate for us.”

A burst of laughter catches your attention whilst Gaz looking at the cart with bags of chocolate stuffing under your cereals with disbelief, and a smile crawls back to your lips as you look at Ghost slamming his forehead against a lower door frame and Soap laughing over him.

They aren’t that bad, maybe, or they reserve the remnants of tenderness for you, you’re not sure whether is correct, but at least they have your back when you need them, and that’s enough for you to stop exploring the answer for now.

“Oh.” A book gets knocked off when you shift to stand up. Turning around to pick it up, you have a good look at the shelf behind your seat.

Your eyes dart from ‘Today’s recommendation’ to the book within your grasp.

‘Surrounded by idiots — by Thomas.’

You will rate this recommendation 10 out of 10 for sure.

After insisting on paying yourself and shooing the men off, you take out your card and place it on the scanner.

‘Insufficient balance :( please try again’

You frown when the machine shoves you a nuh-uh, and you open the bank app to check your balance.

So you overspent 10 pounds huh? What a shame to your title for being a successfully financially broken adult. Which link loses and makes you make a wrong shopping decision? 

you scan the list of items with sharp vision until you land your eyes on a product.

Surrounded by idiots - £ 10.61

Ah.

a/n: thx for reading :D sorry it's messy and unlike my previous writings :( hope I can have time to write again btw Price went on business trip so he's missing everything

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[talaok]

I LOVE LOVE YOUR visiting pedro on set with our daughter imagine 🥺🥺🥺 can u pls do more maybe our daughter visits set again and meet bella and they gang up against pedro? that'll be so cute 🥺🥺🙏🙏🙏

This (lovely) ask referred to this post if you're interested.

She had begged you for a whole week. A whole week of prayers and cries, because she "wanted to see daddy at work again"

And yes it was cute, and yes her father had done a really good job at teaching her how to make puppy eyes, but have you ever had to listen to tantrums on tantrums for five days uninterruptedly? 

Because trust me, the first word that'll come to mind won't be "cute" anymore.

So of course you gave up. 

And that's how you found yourself on set again.

Pedro's eyes sparked as he caught you sitting on his chair with your daughter on your legs.

He smiled and shook his head, murmuring something to someone next to him.

They looked up at him for a second before nodding with a smile.

"Daddy!" your daughter's excited voice made everyone turn to look at you.

You snorted to yourself, as Pedro and, who you now realized was his co-star, walked up to you.

"Hi there peach" your husband grinned as he took her in his arms.

She immidately hugged him as tight as she could, almost cutting his air supply, but Pedro could only chuckle.

"hi baby" she mouthed to you, knowing how possessive your daughter got when in his arms.

"hi" you smiled right back, before turning to this co-star.

"so you must be-"

"Who are you?" Your daughter interrupted you with a bitter thread to her tone

"Emma..." you scolded her "be nice"

"no, it's alright" they smiled "I'm Bella, I work with your dad"

Your daughter's gaze moved attentively between Bella and her dad.

"your name rhymes with mine" she stated after some time, making Bella grin,

"it does"

"Why do you work with daddy if he's old?"

Bella couldn't help but laugh, as Pedro feigned a shocked expression

"Trust me Emma, I ask myself that every day"

"hey!" 

"do you know..." Bella ignored Pedro as they bent down to murmur to her as if they were about to reveal a secret "he even has to lay down to help his back sometimes, it's unbelievable"

A giddy laugh left your daughter's mouth 

"One time we had to stop for half an hour because he couldn't move his back anymore"

"That happened at home too!" Emma giggled "he picked me up and Mom had to help him get me down again because he was stuck"

Bella snorted

"Ok I don't know if I like this combo" Pedro shot you an amused look

"Oh, I love it"

"Would you like a tour, Emma?"

Her mouth widened in excitement, and she turned to look at you and Pedro 

"Can I?"

Your husband looked at you for approval, and once you nodded, he turned to his daughter

"of course honey, just be careful," he said, putting her down

" I'm always careful"

"Sure you are, you little pest" Pedro chortled, ruffling some hair on her head "Now go, have fun" he urged, watching as the pair disappeared behind the set.

"I thought she was here to see me" he joked, sitting down beside you

"I think you might have some competition"

"Yeah" he laughed, "I think I might"

__ __ __

"Speaking of which, where are they? It's been half an hour"

"shit" your heartbeat quickened a little bit, as you immediately jumped off your chair.

"hey Mark!" Pedro shouted, waving at a crew member "Have you seen Emma and Bella anywhere?"

"uh yeah, I think they were going to the trailers last I saw them"

"Thanks" he yelled in response, already walking out of the room with you following right behind.

"I think we should check Bella's and then yours"

"right" he nodded, following orders.

He knocked at the door, but no reply could be heard, which made your anxiety rise even more.

"Bella, you in here?" 

Again, silence on the other end.

You looked at each other, a mutual understanding traveling between you.

Pedro opened the door, but everything looked dark.

He slowly took a step in, looking around

"Bell-"he was about to call, but two shadowy figures emerged from right behind an open door.

"boo!" they shouted in unison, making Pedro take a step back as his heart threatened to stop.

what the fuck?

And just then, two distinguished laughs reverberated through the trailer as the lights switched on.

That's where they were.

Who knows how long they'd been waiting for you.

"you..." Pedro's eyes widened as his brain finally started working again.

"It was us, daddy!" Emma giggled, immediately joined by Bella, and shortly after... by you.

"y-yeah" he took in a breath, his hand going to his poor heart "Yeah I gathered that"

"did you get scared?" your daughter asked, still smiling widely as she walked over to Pedro.

"Yeah peach" he shot you a look of pure, actual terror, making you chuckle "You scared your daddy almost to death"

[thehollowwriter]

Summary: Jade and Malleus get the "one bed trope" treatment

A fic inspired by a post by @letmedisolveintomoss about the various clubs getting stuck in the "only one bed" trope, with Jade and Malleus being put together because they're the only members of their respective clubs.

This can be interpreted as either romantic or platonic

(Pls reblog and leave a comment ❤)

There's Not Mush-Room For Both of Us

It was a sweltering 36 degrees when the busses pulled up to the hotel parking lot.

Inside were groups of rambunctious, hot and sweaty teenagers who were tired and cramped.

The hotel stood tall, white and gold theme glittering in the sunlight and stark against the clear blue sky. It was a five star, very popular, and about to be terrorized by Night Raven College.

Malleus gazed out the window he was seated at as the bus drew to a stop. This was not as pleasant as the car ride he had in Kalim's hometown, but it was interesting none the less.

Sebek, unsurprisingly, was livid at the idea of his waka-sama travelling so casually in such a rickety vehicle that had clearly seen better days, but Malleus didn't mind. It was nice to experience something simply as a normal student on a school trip for a few days.

The clubs of Night Raven College were all going to give presentations at another school, showing off their work and research relating to magic or magical technology.

Malleus knew that gargoyles in the Valley of Thorns were magical, although not living like in Noble Bell College. They were quite useful in turning rain water into drinking water.

He was excited to share his discoveries and facts with others, now that he wasn't left behind like in his first year. That was an upsetting time.

"Alright." Said Crewel, who looked like he wished the bus crashed when they swerved earlier. "Puppies, I want you all to climb out and line up. You will be assigned hotel rooms according to your club, so make sure to stay with your fellow members."

Malleus blinked. He was the only member of his own club, and it wasn't like he made any acquaintances on the three hour drive here. Everyone in the bus avoided him.

Was he going to just be alone in a hotel room for two weeks?

Malleus sighed and accepted his fate with a pinch of salt. Other clubs were so big they could not fit into a single room and had to to be spread out. Malleus doubted there was any other club with only one number.

All the students from the busses gathered and the teachers began reading out groups and room numbers in order of club size.

To pass the time, Malleus gazed at the hotel, trying to see if he could find any gargoyles. To his disappointment, he couldn't see any.

Well then, he would have to take a flight to search further tonight.

The numbers dwindled slowly but surely, Sebek making off with Riddle and Silver and Lilia flying after Cater and Kalim.

Malleus found himself standing alone. That was fine. He was... used to being alone.

"Malleus Draconia." Trein looked at the list and back at him. "You will be sharing a room with Jade Leech, as you're both the only members of your clubs and Crowley did not want to book an extra room."

"Of course, professor." Came a voice and Malleus turned.

The Octavinelle vice stood there with a number of bags in his hands and floating around his head. Malleus hadn't seen him there.

"Room 609 on the top floor."

Jade took the key and sent a close-lipped smile Malleus's way. "I look forward to a two weeks stay with you, Malleus-san." He said, placing a hand on his chest.

Malleus was... surprised by Jade's almost non-chalant behaviour. Most students would try get a different room or swap with someone, pale faced and avoiding his gaze.

But Jade simply smiled and looked right into his eyes without even a hint of fear or even weariness.

"I return the sentiment, Leech." Malleus said, walking inside the hotel alongside the second year. "I'm sure we will enjoy each other's company."

Sharp teeth just barely poked out Jade's lips. "Please, Malleus-san, you may call me Jade."

Malleus was surprised for the second time in the span of three minutes. Nobody in his two and a half years of Night Raven College had ever asked him to call them by anything besides what he called them.

"Yes, of course... Jade." It felt strange on his tongue, but not unwelcome. Finally, somebody besides Sebek, Silver, and Lilia to be on first-name basis with.

They came up to an elevator and Malleus stopped short, looking the two metal doors up and down.

"Is something the matter, Malleus-san?" Jade inquired.

Malleus shook his head. "Not at all. I am simply unsure of how to use this contraption."

"Ah." Jade nodded. "You don't have this type of technology in the Valley of Thorns, then?"

"No, we use magic for almost everything. We have no need for technology."

"Well." Said Jade, looking at the elevator. "This type of technology would not be necessary in the Coral Sea, since all you need to do is swim up. It appears I don't know how to use this either." He looked sheepish for a split second before his face became neutral again. "I had meant to research it but it slipped my mind."

Jade looked at Malleus. Malleus looked at Jade. They both looked at the elevator.

"Shall we take the stairs?"

"Indeed."

Malleus would have teleported but... he would like to see if Jade would start a conversation.

As they made their way to the top floor, Malleus was impressed at how Jade was able to keep up with him. He certainly had more stamina than his dorm leader.

Jade tilted his head to the side at Malleus and hummed. "You are part of the Gargoyle Research Club, yes?"

"That is correct." Said Malleus, smiling proudly. "Not enough people appreciate that magnificence of gargoyles. And your club is?"

"The Mountain Lovers Club." Jade's voice pitched an octave as excitement lit up his heterochromatic eyes. "I often travel to the mountains for a few days to study various plant life. Although, my main focus is mushrooms."

"Mushrooms?"

"Indeed. Though they aren't plants. They are fungus that are more plant-like."

Malleus raised an eyebrow and they arrived at the top floor. "I did not know that." He said curiously. "But... mushrooms?

Jade smiled, closed eyes forming crescent shapes. "I simply adore mushrooms. They are endlessly fascinating and there is so much to learn about them. There thousands of variations and no single one is the same. They can be poisonous or delicious in a meal or function as a hallucinogenic."

Malleus's eyes widened slightly as he came a realization. "So... you could say that how you feel about mushrooms is like how I feel about gargoyles. They too, are endlessly fascinating, and there is no such thing as identical gargoyles. Not truly."

Jade's smile widened just a bit. "I suppose so, yes. Perhaps we could swap information, if you wish."

Malleus smiled back. "That sounds good. Ah, here we are."

They came to a stop to their door and Jade took the key from his pocket.

"I have heard good reviews of this hotel." Said Jade as he placed the key in the lock and turned it. "Excellent service, gorgeous views, and luxurious rooms. Let's see what we have."

He opened the door and Malleus would be lying if he said he wasn't impressed. He didn't know humans could make such lovely suites.

He and Jade stepped inside, admiring the white and gold colour palette and decor. There was a kitchen tucked into the corner, then a dining table and a lounge area with large couches and a flat screen television and just beyond that; a balcony looking out to the sea.

Jade put his bags down waved his magical pen. The bags that were floating by him opened up and at least twenty terrariums were pulled out, all containing different types of mushrooms.

Malleus looked at them in interest, taking note of the different species and colours and shapes, and he suddenly wished he knew what each of them were.

Jade made his way to the door that lead to the bedrooms and opened and stopped suddenly. "Oh." He blinked, looking into the bedroom of the hotel room in surprise. "Oh dear."

Malleus, who was poking curiously at the television, looked at him. "What is it?"

"It appears there may have been a mistake in the booking process." Jade murmured. "There is only one room. An en suite. And... only one bed."

Malleus left the tv and peered into the room. Jade was right. The room was large and lovely, but there was only one king sized bed, sitting pretty in the centre. "I see."

"It is too much of a hassle to change rooms now." Said Jade. "I can take the couch."

Malleus frowned. "That is a kind offer, Jade." He said slowly, carefully weighing his next words. "But that will not do. I cannot take the bed and leave you to sleep on a couch of all things." He hesitated before gesturing to the bed. "We can share, if you are comfortable with that."

Jade nodded and stepped into the room, letting his own guide his terrariums to settle about the room. "That sounds good, then." He checked his watch. "We should unpack. It is almost six and we have to go downstairs for dinner."

Malleus agreed and the two of them split the cupboard in half, Malleus's clothes on the left, Jade's on the right, and both their toiletries neatly packed in the bathroom.

When they went down for supper, Malleus felt quite disappointed when Silver, Sebek, and Lilia came over to him and Jade left his side to join Azul and Floyd.

Malleus almost wanted to make the room disappear so that he could talk to Jade some more. They promised to share their interests after all. But he would not be so brash.

Patience is key.

Dinner came to an end and Malleus bid his goodbyes, standing in the corner and patiently waiting for Jade to finish his conversation.

Jade waved to Azul and patted Floyd's head when his twin squeezed him goodbye, and then they went their separate ways.

Jade caught sight of Malleus and went to him, smiling.

"Hello, Malleus-san." He said. "It appears we are not the only ones with a rooming issue. Both Floyd and Azul's rooms only have one bed as well. It is quite amusing."

"Ah." Malleus smiled. "Lilia, Silver and Sebek have the same issue. It seems we have quite a conundrum on our hands."

"Indeed. Woe is us~"

The two of them chuckled slightly and then Jade went to take the stairs. Malleus stopped him, carefully taking his hand.

"I will take us there." Said the dragon fae. "It is quicker."

Before Jade could respond there was a flash of green light and they were in the bedroom. Jade stumbled slightly, lights dancing in his eyes, before straightening himself.

"Oh my." He said, blinking. "That was unexpected."

"My apologies!" Malleus said quickly, praying to the witch of Thorns that he hasn't just scared off his new companion. "I should have asked you."

"No no, it's quite alright." Jade waved him off, and touched the remaining green sparks curiously. "It was an interesting experience. Now, I believe we should get ready for bed. We have an early day tomorrow."

They brushed their teeth and Jade went to change in the bathroom, Malleus simply snapping his fingers to change into long black and gold pajamas.

He pulled open the covers in got in, sitting up and looking at the spot next to him. It was strange, knowing it wasn't going to be empty.  Knowing that he wasn't going to be alone.

Jade emerged from the bathroom and Malleus would have laughed if he weren't confused.

"Are those... mushrooms?"

Jade had a look of pride on his face as he opened his arms to show off his light purple pajamas littered with mushrooms and the word "kinoko" from top to bottom.

"I love all things mushroom, Malleus-san. Merchandise is no exception."

He then proceeded to climb into bed with no hesitation whatsoever and Malleus could not help but quirk an eyebrow at the casualness.

"You seem awfully calm in the presence of the Prince of Fae, Jade. Are you not afraid?"

Jade simply smiled at him. "I apologize if I have offended you, Malleus-san. In the deep of the Coral Sea there are horrors you could not begin to imagine. As they say, there is always a bigger fish. I have learned to be weary, but fear will only make you even tastier prey."

Malleus started. He looked at Jade curiously in silence for a moment, focusing on his face.

There was not a trace of fear, some slight guardedness and a bit of weariness, yes, but no fear or reluctance at all.

"How fascinating." He said at last. "I have heard about the Coral Sea, but never- ah- straight from a merman's mouth. It seems things are different there."

"They are bound to be. It is a dangerous life." Suddenly Jade laid and pulled the covers up to his chest. "Well? Are you going to tell me about gargoyles now? I never thought about gargoyles being interesting, I'm eager to hear what you have to say."

Malleus quirked an eyebrow at the uncharacteristic impatience and lay down as well. "I have to say the same for your mushrooms."

They turned off the lights and, in the dark, began to quietly share every little tidbit of history, features, and facts about their passions, listening intently and commenting when they could.

Jade was quite surprised. He never truly thought about gargoyles in this way. He supposed that he would have to look into them more.

"We should go look at gargoyles together sometime, then." He said softly  staring into Malleus's emerald green eyes. "I am sure it would be fun."

Malleus couldn't help but gasp a bit at that. "Really?"

"But of course."

Jade had originally wanted to use this situation to his advantage and slip something worthwhile from Malleus for Azul, but he decided against it.

Never before had somebody taken such keen interest in his mushrooms. It made him happy to see Malleus nod along, actually listening, and ask him various questions.

Malleus, meanwhile, was astounded. He never took much interest in mushrooms, even if there were a few fairy rings in Ramshackle's garden.

As far as Malleus was concerned, there were brown mushrooms and red mushrooms with white spots, and those were all he cared to know. But now, listening to Jade and looking at his terrariums, he wanted to know more. To see more.

"Jade, if you will be accompanying me to look at gargoyles, how about I accompany you to the mountains?"

...To spend more time with his... friend.

Now Malleus knew, Jade Leech was not someone that made buddies. But as far as he was aware, thanks to Yuu, this sort of thing was what friends did. Have a "sleepover", share stories, talk about things, stay up late.

It was in fact, very late. Almost three in the morning. But that was alright. If they slept in, nobody would dare try come in to wake them up except Lilia.

Jade's eyebrows raised and a look of surprise flashed across his face and he smiled. "That sounds... absolutely lovely, Malleus."

Malleus took note of the lack of "san" and he would dare say he felt giddy. It might be because Jade was just tired, but still. It counted as something.

After a moment Malleus continued to tell Jade about the talking gargoyles of the city of flowers, and how he had been rude enough to mistake one for a simple statute. Malleus still shuddered to think of it.

His story continued, Malleus completely sucked into his tale, until became aware of a sudden weight on his chest. He looked down, frowning.

"Oh."

Jade was out a like a light. Head on Malleus's chest and breathing soft and even.

Malleus stared down at him  baffled, before chuckling. "Yes, it is quite late. I think next time we should set a time to stop." He faltered for a moment, then placed his hand on Jade's head.

"Goodnight, Jade. Thank you for not leaving me alone."

-End

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Tagging: @adarkenedforest @honey-milk-depresso @cupids-chamber @twisted-wonderland-but-gayer

I hope you all enjoyed, I'm really proud of this fic, especially since I don't write Malleus often.

Also these two are an underrated pair

[kiwi-smug-silvalina]

Okay, hopefully an ask should work lmao

This contains three sections: a short-ish summary of kantje's pov of Showtime, four short examples you can watch to get quickly the vibe, and a little write-up of facts about Onion. Appologies for any writing mistakes. Note that the plot summary is only focused on the his main storyline, and it leaves out/glosses over some interesting sideplots.

Feel free to ask questions, or request more info/moments to watch :D

Plot of kantje's story

After arriving to the server, kantje’s (he/him, name always lowercase) main goal was getting his kidnapped daughter named Onion (she/her) back. At the same time, he made sure to help out everyone around him, be kind, and make the server a better place. He was always willing to talk to his friends about their joys and problems, and he was proactive in solving server-wide conflicts through diplomatic, non-violent means (eg. he held a petition for a dictator to step down, he ran for mayor, etc.). 

He was beloved for his outgoingness, friendliness and helpfulness, though he was also known for his great business skills (at times going into slightly scammy territory), and his tendency to self promote. He was composed and good with words, which is not to say he wasn’t an emotional person: over the course of the story there were many times where he yelled and/or cried.

His first step in his goal was trying to figure out *who* kidnapped Onion. All he knew was that it was someone who wears purple, since he heard Onion yell out a rough description of the person. He decided he needs to create a big distraction, so he built a casino with his friend Effy (any pronouns). While the whole server gathered for the casino’s grand opening, he had Effy search the house of every person who wears purple. Effy founds nothing.

This left him with only one purple-wearing culprit: God of the server, ZolisterTV (note: this is a different character than Zolister [without TV], who’s a human. Both use any pronouns). kantje summoned ZolisterTV, who told him that the reason He took his daughter was to entertain The Audience. He considers kantje His favourite "play-thing", a main character for the server's story. kantje didn’t understand what He meant by that, but over time he figured it out.

One day, Effy managed to get an interdimensional portal to work. kantje traveled through it, and after going on a grueling adventure, he acquired two magical items: 1) unremovable armour, which when worn causes you to pursue your primary goal no matter the cost, throwing away your morality, 2) a disc that can grant you any wish from the god that you are a patron of, provided that certain conditions are met. kantje’s patron god is ZolisterTV.

During his trip he also met The Pariah (it/its), guardian of the dimensions, who told him exactly what ZolisterTV wants kantje to do in order for Him to give Onion back: he needs to put on a great show for The Audience by creating a Catastrophy, then a Tragedy, then a Betrayal, and lastly he needs to activate the disc by taking one life of someone who’s a patron of ZolisterTV (note: most characters have five lives). kantje is reluctant to go through with this, since it would involve hurting people.

However, Mugm's (he/him) and Silvasaur’s (he/they, I think) dad Cupid (he/star/spark) got killed, and the two brothers took the disc from kantje hoping to revive Cupid. kantje’s friend Effy was involved, and kantje was crushed by this, desparate enough to put on the magic armour. Gone is the kindness he used to be known for, his morals out of the window. The fact that he's ZolisterTV's favourite gets to his head, and he embraces his role as the "main character".

What follows was him orchestrating the Catastophy, Tragedy and Betrayal. I can go in detail about what happens if you’d like, the events were very interesting and iconic, but essentially it involved killing, manipulating, holding people hostage, erasing people’s memories, and emotional torment. 

Through careful planing, the good reputation he built up remained untouched until almost the very end, when he nearly completed the mission. However, Rin (she/they) and Effy, his friends who were horrified by what became of him, revealed all of his actions to the server. Te people decided to inprison him. While he was in prison, Winsweep (he/him) took revenge on him by erasing *all* of his memories. As he slowly regained his memories back, his friends figured out how to remove the magic armour.

Finally it was time to use the disc. There were two choices: bring back Onion, or bring back Cupid. kantje, who had his kindness back after the armour was removed, chose to bring back Cupid. He thought Mugm and Silvasaur deserved to have their dad back after all that kantje put them through, and that he’ll find another way to get Onion back. Cupid reunited with star’s sons, but since star is the self-sacrifical type, star stated that star wishes for Onion to be back instead.

kantje finally had Onion back, and the reunion was joyous. However, kantje was crushed by the guilt of what he did to everyone, and decided that he needs time to reflect, and that the people deserve a chance to heal without him present. Knowing that Onion is safe and in the good hands of his friends, decided to leave for a little while. He gave as many people as possible proper goodbyes and apologies, and then traveled to another dimension. 

This is where we have currently left off in kantje’s story, though we can see Onion through Vi’s (he/neos) pov, as he works hard along with kantje’s other friends to keep her safe from the various malicious actors on the server, like Winsweep.

Short but impactful moments

kantje and Onion’s backstory (2:11 long clip) 

kantje snaps at God, and begs her to bring Onion back (43:38-45:38) 

kantje under the influence of the armour (1:24:00-1:26:18) 

kantje is reunited with Onion (2:03:55-2:09:45)

Some facts about Onion

As of right now, she is six-years-old. At the start she was five.

She’s quite shaken by the fact that she was kidnapped, but she’s still a playfull kid.

She gave kantje his scarf, and her favourite disc is Otherside, so these two things are very important to kantje.

She communicates by making the allay noise, which transmits words into the minds of the people she’s talking to. She speaks Dutch (kantje is from the Netherlands), and she’s learning English.

She doesn’t quite understand gender properly. (She also might be genderfluid, but don’t quote me on that, I might be misremembering.)

She’s adopted, and she isn’t the first child kantje adopted. His first child, Niko, is now an adult, and he turned out to be a horrible person (/rp). He is only briefly relevant to Showtime SMP.

Posting this so others can use it as well, im still very thankfull for this nice summary when i was making the web weave

[elvencantation]

damsel liveblog

tbh my forward arrow fingers are itchy so im gonna be skipping through a lot of this

okay that opening quote was just tacky. we get it. we've seen the previews. youve made the point with the movie title

dude youve brought like twelve people to kill a dragon?? how badly do you want to die?

ooooooo i do love some mushroom arthictecture!! gimme more pls

also love how the fire almost looks liquid in some spots. or maybe thats the melting armor

oh look she's cutting wood she's not a regular girl

they did pick the right task tho chopping wood is kinda hot (see that one canadian lady on instagram)

why does her maidservant already annoy me? its cute theyre holding hands tho

i like their furs. giving stark family vibes

queen of aurea?? seriously??? queen of gold with ships of gold? how on the nose??? or is that the point

srsly giving reverend mother vibes with the 'your holiness' and matchmaking. or maybe ive just got permanent dune brainrot that's closer to the surface after seeing pt2 twice in imax

oooooo cool hair!!

WAIT THATS HER LITTLE SISTER? oh okay the side by side shots make more sense now

more cool hair i wanna see closer!!! and cute sibling interaction

OMG THIS LOOKS SO COOL I WANNA GIF IT

screen recording aquired, will link when i gif

i'd be annoyed at the parent's reactions to aurea if i didnt think about just how much it weighed on them to not be able to provide for their people

i need to take a break and go walk mom's dog

back after that and yummy dinner and just hanging out in bed with puppy and re-reading star wars time travel fics

love how the mountains are immediately ominous behind the beautiful manicured gardens and the stately if a little smudgy castle

AHA THERES THE HAIR!! WHAT BEAUTIFUL BRAIDS IM OBSESSED

lovely balcony and once again, ominous mountains! so pretty so pretty

also yes i know this is pretty basic symbolism but having her in full sunlight and the other girl in shadow? *chefs kiss* i love it every time

girlie why you drawing a labyrinth? i thought she was journaling or something

GOD I LOVE ROBIN WRIGHT. I WANNA SEE HER EVIL

excited to see what the labyrinth will be. boy be calling it a maze smh

awww i do love a good horse ride!! and they match! too bad he's about to toss her into a chasm like a sack of sacrificial potatoes

oh no did they brainwash her poor dad?? also my god stepmom is on fire with the braids and outfits

the cracks are starting to show. but seriously, forgetting the name of the girl youre about to sacrifice?? thats just plain rude

ahhh here's the scene i saw like five times on instagram

oh god please dont make the corset weird please dont say anything weird about it P L E A S E for the love of marzi!

did they give her a bodice dagger?? or was that just the sheath? i love it

ahhhh i do enjoy some nature inspired jewelry!!

also the red cloak!!! lovely

pretty pretty pretty!!!

ahhh the creepy gold masks theyre so intricate!!!

and robin is now a reverend mother too

ooooo what a pretty shot and i want her jewelry wow

ahhhh i do enjoy how subtly uncomfortable the prince looks

aha there we go. now the fun can begin!

oooooo look at all those coins

also a very pretty shot!

oooooooo i need to gif this bit too

WAIT THE DRAGON TALKS?!?!!?

my god the voice is stunning

MAGMA DRAGONFIRE THIS IS GORGEOUS (pausing for more screen recording)

looks like the maw of a dragon!!!

wait im sorry why's the other girl burnt and dead if its only 'once a generation'???

avenging angel vibes pls continue

ok yeah so it was only a sheath. too much to ask for for them to give her an actual weapon

what the heck was in that pretty filigree egg thing?? also i want one. its so pretty. i mean i know it was some kind of scent. convenient that it burns like a lamp XD

wow this movie is just feeding me lots of pretty visuals tyty

good thing girlie's got lots of upper arm strength from chopping wood!

yeahhhh make a bioluminescent lamp!!! and double win, she got rid of the second sleeve. much better now

wow im gay

magically healing bioluminescent non-oceanic nudibranches??

thats my new indie band name btw

please tell me shes taking some magic slugs with her. youre gonna be climbing spikes pls bring some healing with you

such pretty stabby crystals!!

once again looking like a maw. though this time more like the maw of a sandworm ;)

"three were taken three must be given" ???? excuse me

ah. they were dumb enough to anger a mama dragon. they deserve to die

tell me her dad aint gonna get him and his men killed

also damn she made it all the way up just to have to come back down

oh we finally get to see the dragon!!! goddamn. she looks like a scaly gryfon i like it

dont you guys dare kill the dad off just as i was starting to like him. dont do it

yeah i guess they realized they had to redeem him so his death would have impact. rude

girl take chekhov's sword!

ohhhh this is so pretty i think i gotta screen record it too

this is some pompeii shit. oh i should watch that movie its got two hot people in it

even cooler!!!

theyre just killing everyone?? thats boring

the mulan hair thing woulve been cool if i didnt daily put up my hair in a very secure bun without any pins or hairties that only works when your hair is like mid back length at least XD

its a miracle you didnt hurt your leg with you fell elodie

oh noooooo oh god that was so awkward i cant

why is this so awkward?? whats happening

like you ever did what you were told?? whats happening? whats with the pacing, the dialogue the blocking?? w h a t

why did they have to show the queen with her crown melting off for so long??

oh they match! nice

ooooooo pretty pretty

overall kind of a fun movie. dont think i'd watch it again. still need to watch i am dragon

[madmilkboi]

Lmao hi i disappeared once again lmao I've been busy playing genshin impact ( didn't get venti but thats okay ig :D)

[markberries]

ugh! (1) ﹒ xm

synopsis ﹕ minghao and you had never been the best of friends. when you find out joshua has feelings for you, things only get worse when both you and minghao break out into a heated argument.

genre + ﹕ angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, non idol au, bsf!hoshi, slight joshua x reader

wc ﹕ 3k+

warnings ﹕ none

note ﹕ here comes my first svt series... this is slightly unedited so pls excuse an grammar/spelling mistakes !!!

the soft crackle of embers emitting from the small fire in front of you rings in your ears. the prolonging colours of orange, red, yellow, and the slightest hint of blue reflect in everyone else's eyes. your knees are hugged closely to your chest, a blanket draped across your shoulders as you lay back into your lawn chair.

you can’t help but eye xu minghao, who hasn’t spoken a word to you since you arrived at the small get together with your group of friends.

if you were being completely honest, you don’t think minghao is that fond of you. ever since the two of you met, conversations were cut short and he barely spared you a glance. you like to think of yourself as a people person, outgoing yet still an introvert. you get a tad bit embarrassed when you’re around minghao though, losing your train of thought and unable to create proper sentences.

you couldn’t lie, although minghao is usually cold towards you, he was undeniably attractive. he looked like his face was sculpted by aphrodite herself, a hoodie pulled over his head with a water bottle in his hand. you can’t help but stare, only to quickly look away when his eyes meet yours for a split second.

soonyoung, who is sitting next to you, is the first one to notice. he lets out a quiet giggle, resulting in you kicking his foot. the entire aura of your environment is calming, beach waves hitting the sand while cool air pricks at your skin.

“it’s getting late,” your other friend, joshua, pipes up. you check the time on your phone, 12:03 am flashing across the screen. you nod in agreement, wrapping your arms around your legs.

“we should probably get going soon,” minghao states, taking a sip from his water bottle. even when doing the bare minimum, he looked so pretty. hair covering his eyes, skin glowing underneath the moonlight.

soonyoung, who was your ride here, turns to you. his eyes light up, “oh! i forgot to tell you, i have to visit my parents tonight. do you think you can get a ride with anyone else?”

your eyes involuntarily flash to minghao, who isn’t bothered enough to even care, let alone offer you a car ride back home. you let out an internal sigh, but smile and nod.

“i can drive her.”

you turn your head, a smile plastered on joshua’s kind face. you don’t notice, but minghao is quick to glance at the two of you from the corner of his eyes.

“are you sure? we don’t live that close together,” you keep in mind the distance joshua would have to travel. you were at least twenty minutes away from home, and adding that with how far joshua would have to drive back to his own house would be around thirty-five minutes.

“don’t worry about it, i really don’t mind,” he reassures you, brushing a hand through his hair.

“i think it would be better if i brought her home,” another voice states in a neutral tone. almost everyone is surprised to find out that it’s minghao who brings up the offer, all while he’s looking up at the stars.

“it’s just a hassle for you joshua, y/n and i are five minutes apart so it’s easier.”

you’re also shocked that minghao even knew where you lived. this entire time you were convinced he knew absolutely nothing about you, only because he never seemed to be interested in anything you had to say.

there’s an evident frown that appears joshua’s face, but he lets out an “okay.”

you’re obviously a little bit nervous, and you decide you would rather have joshua bring you home instead. you were more comfortable around him, he had always been considerate of you and kept you company if the others in your group ran off during hang outs.

with minghao, you always felt like you were walking on glass. you would grow conscious of yourself, especially with a man as attractive as him. you often noticed how he would interact with the others, smiling and laughing, but on the rare occasion that you two were alone together, he would look at anything but you.

the reason why everyone else was taken back by his proposition was because they knew too. you had practically told everything to soonyoung, who would comfort you saying that it was just because you hadn’t known him for as long as the others. sure, you had only met merely two months ago, but you would think that was enough time to have normal conversations with someone. especially if you spent a lot of time together.

“.. alright, i guess that’s true,” you’re still hesitant on saying yes to him. you’re not sure what would even happen during the drive, it would probably just result in silence.

soonyoung can’t hold himself back from staring at you with a shit-eating grin, and you can already see the amount of teasing coming your way. in your best attempt to avoid it, you stand up, brushing off any excess sand on your clothes.

“anyways! i think i’ll head out now then, if that’s okay,” you avert your eyes to minghao. he’s already beginning to get up, grabbing ahold of his bottled water that was sitting in the cup holder. he rubs his eye with a yawn, waving small goodbyes to the boys.

“have fun,” soonyoung says in a sing-song-like voice, only loud enough for you to hear. you shoot him a nasty glare, walking off with minghao. joshua still looks a bit disappointed that he wasn’t the one bringing you home, and honestly, you’re kind of mad too. you wish minghao didn’t butt in like that — then you wouldn’t have to be in this uncomfortable mess.

the voices of the others begin to fade the farther you walk along the beach. minghao doesn’t say anything, which is expected. he just stares off into the distance. the dim lighting of the area makes it difficult for you to see where you’re walking, but it illuminates minghao’s face.

“pretty,” you comment on the view as he hums in agreement. you wrap your arms around yourself, the breeze from the beachside hitting your slightly exposed stomach from your crop top. he watches you, looking like he wants to say something, but he stays quiet.

he leads you to his car with no hesitation, unlocking it and motioning for you to get in the passenger’s seat. you comply, opening the door and sliding in. he does the same on the driver’s side, hooking up his phone to the bluetooth player and shuffling one of his playlists.

a buzz erupts from your phone as he starts the engine, catching you off guard. you swiftly take the phone from your back pocket, typing in your passcode to see an unread message from joshua.

shua [12:13 am]

kind of sucks i didn’t get to bring you home! hope your drive with minghao is okay :P

a small smile spreads across your face as you type a response.

you [12:14 am]

ahh that’s alright. it’s kind of awkward but i’ll get through it!!

“are you texting joshua?” minghao asks out of nowhere. you bite your inner cheek, waiting for joshua’s response.

“yes.. why?”

“oh you know,” he says in response. you put your phone down in your lap, lifting an eyebrow.

“know what?”

he seems to be a little shocked from your reaction. you feel a little stupid, wondering if there’s context clues you didn’t pick up on.

“didn’t joshua say that he likes you?”

you whip your head towards minghao, who still seems to be unbothered. although you are a bit shocked, you can’t ignore that there are things that begin to make a little more sense. joshua had always been sweet to you, but you thought that was just his personality. he always offered you help, and constantly complimented you whenever you saw him.

your cheeks heat up a bit, and you’re thankful that you’re sitting in the dark. if it was light out, you were sure that minghao would be able to see the pink tint upon your face. you had always thought that joshua was pretty, and sometimes his kind gestures would leave a fuzzy feeling within your stomach.

“you shouldn’t date him,” the boy nexts to you states, almost sounding like a command. you furrow your eyebrows.

“why not?” you just have to ask him. you’re not sure why xu minghao thought he had the right to suddenly involve himself in your love life. as much as you pretend that it doesn’t bother you, it does.

“i just don’t think you two would fit well together,” is the only response he can muster up. you roll your eyes, still awaiting joshua’s text back.

“it’s none of your business,” you scoff. your phone vibrates once more, a new message from joshua popping up on the screen.

shua [12:16 am]

haha let me know when you get home safe, alright?

“joshua is my friend,” minghao told you. ouch, that hurt you a little bit. you guess that minghao didn’t consider you as a friend, or else he would have stated otherwise. “i hope you come to your senses and realize that you two aren’t the best match.”

you’re so annoyed at minghao. you cross your arms, huffing, and turning to look out the window like a child. you wonder who he thinks he is, and why he feels the need to comment on decisions that don’t concern him. in this moment, you decide minghao is just a pretty face. anything that comes out of his mouth just pisses you off.

you always try not to be petty, especially at your age. but the way the blue haired boy next to you is acting, makes you want to get with joshua purely out of spite. you fight those urges though, only for the sake of not wanting to hurt him while doing so. although joshua is perfect boyfriend material, you can’t exactly picture yourself with him.

“just take me home and stop trying to tell me what to do,” you grumble, earning a sigh from minghao.

“i’m not trying to tell you what to do, just giving light suggestions. for example how you’re acting right now, i don’t think joshua will know how to deal with it.”

“how i’m acting right now? what is that supposed to mean? you’re being an asshole, like you always are. you can’t blame me for being irritated.”

your fifteen story apartment finally comes into view, after what felt like hours. you’re happy to jump out of minghao’s car when he slows down beside the curb, not looking back. after this interaction, you were absolutely positive he did not like you, or your company. you’re at the door, pulling out your keys, taking notice that he’s waiting for you to get inside safely before driving off.

you huff a sigh of relief when you’re inside the apartment lobby, watching minghao’s car finally leaving your field of vision.

as you drift off in the elevator, you’re left with thoughts about joshua, and how annoying minghao is.

—

"are you fucking kidding me?" is the first thing you think when you’re greeted by minghao the next day, waiting outside for you in his car. he rolls down his window, signalling for you to come inside.

“where’s soonyoung?” you question, looking around the area, praying that he was somewhere nearby.

“he couldn’t make it and asked me to pick you up.”

today, you were supposed to meet up with your group of friends to try out a new bingsoo place. of course, minghao would be there, but you had thought you wouldn’t really have to speak to him. so when you’re face to face with him, who’s impatiently waiting for you to hurry up, you want to hit yourself.

you rub your temples with your fingers, mentally preparing yourself before sliding into the passenger seat. minghao burns holes through your head, slender fingers gripping the black steering wheel. he’s wearing a gray long sleeve and blue jean shorts, a pair of blue sunglasses resting at the top of his hair.

you’re quiet for the most part of the drive. you try your best to not look at him, keeping yourself busy by scrolling aimlessly through social media or eyeing the scenery that you drove past.

“are you still mad about yesterday?” his smooth voice breaks the silence. you don’t look at him, fiddling with the blue beaded bracelet upon your left wrist.

“no.”

“what i said yesterday wasn’t personal,” minghao tells you. it makes you roll your eyes, displeasure bubbling up from the pit of your stomach.

“well it sounded extremely personal to me,” you mumbled.

“thought you weren’t angry,” is his reply.

“i’m not,” you lie. you only say it because you don’t want minghao to win. it’s petty, but you just can’t help it. you went to bed last night full of bitterness, thinking about what minghao said to you. it felt like he spat in your face, and basically called you a brat.

“if you’re going to be like this, go date joshua and do what you want then,” minghao says. you just wanted him to stop talking.

“i don’t need your permission,” you argue back. everything he said just made your mood worse. it made you want to do the opposite of everything he said, just to make him as mad as you were.

“you’re right, you’re a grown adult. so stop acting like a child.”

“just shut up!” you lash out as he parks the car. you angrily exit, grunting in frustration while grabbing at your bag and walking off without him.

he was so unbelievable. you didn’t even want to hang out with your friends anymore, especially if that meant sitting down with minghao and eating dessert with him. you’re sure it wouldn’t be fun for your friends either, knowing well enough that you two would most likely break out in an argument.

minghao knew nothing about you, and it was infuriating that he thought he did. he barely spoke to you in reality, so why was he getting involved in your decisions now?

you enter the bingsoo restaurant far ahead of minghao. you calm down a bit when your eyes land on your friends sitting at a table in the corner, waving you over. your scrunched up face softens, lighting up with a smile.

“hey!” you greet them. the corners of joshua’s lips lift, scooching over to make room for you. you set your bag down next to him, happily taking a seat.

“where’s minghao?” your other friend, mingyu asks. your eyes flicker to the door, a bell ringing as minghao enters the room with an unreadable expression. you point a finger at him, which makes your friends turn and wave at him.

“how was the ride?” joshua asks you. everyone knows you and minghao weren’t very close, and didn’t spend any time alone together. you were merely acquaintances, but little did they know about the feud you two had just minutes beforehand.

“great,” you reply, fake smiling at joshua.

“we ordered the green tea and the strawberry bingsoo before you guys got here,” another friend, seokmin tells you. you nod, staring at the menu taped to the wall.

“i can drive you home if you want,” joshua says quietly, only loud enough for you to hear. you thank the heavens that joshua could sense how much you did not want to be in a car with minghao again.

you glance at minghao, who is intently staring at you. his look is disapproving, which in all honesty, you didn’t care about at all.

“please,” you whisper back to him, practically begging. he lets out a small laugh, nodding his head.

finally, a worker comes by and sets down the desserts in front of the five of you. just looking at it makes your mouth water, sides of condensed milk sitting in containers beside it.

“i’ll be right back, just going to wash my hands,” you let them know, standing up. you walk towards the bathroom, admiring the baby blue painted walls with white fairy lights scattered about.

you’re stopped by minghao, who manages to catch up to you and block the door to the washroom. you roll your eyes, scoffing.

“what the hell are you doing?”

“you’re going to hurt him,” he says sternly, standing his ground.

“you don’t know me! so stop pretending like you do!” you hiss, in a hushed voice. you never realized how tall minghao was until now, looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows and a look of grimace.

“i know that you two aren’t good for each other.”

you really wished that he would stop saying things like that. telling you what was good for you and what wasn’t, even if his intentions meant well, you were capable of handling things without his help.

his brown orbs are boring into your own, almost like they’re searching for a sign that you were at least thinking over what he was saying. you were, but not too deeply. all you wanted to do was get out of here, spend time alone away from him. you don’t even know why your friends started inviting him along to hang out.

you two stare at each other for a moment. heavy breaths escape through your nostrils as you try to list off all the reasons you shouldn’t punch him, right here, and right now.

just my luck that the most irritating guy ever has the prettiest face, you think to yourself.

“get out of my way,” you push him off to the side, entering the bathroom. you shut the door with a sigh, locking it and letting out a shaky breath.

you feel like you could just rip all your hair out as you stare at yourself in the mirror. as much as you wanted minghao to be gone, you knew that you were going to have to deal with him; whether you liked it or not.

[erodasfishtacos]

I fucking love mlb!harry and ceo!harry

Ur so talented

Erm i had an idea (pls feel free to ignore, i know u hv a busy schedule and life outside of tumblr) but what if mlb!harry played badly in a game (or less than how he expected he wld perform) and y/n makes him feel better

Or

Ceo!harry loses an important deal and y/n makes him feel better

CRAMP

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warnings: smut; 18 +

YN knew it wasn’t going to be a fun time when Harry came home that night.

All four babies were fast asleep in their respective rooms and she was lounging on the couch, some cooking show on after she watched her husband play a rough game on ESPN.

He got hit with a fastball to his calf during the second inning and after that, his performance went downhill and he couldn’t get back on track.

He threw three homeruns and only made a few mediocre hits, trying to ignore the shooting pain in his lower leg.

In a typical Harry move, he refused to do the end of game handshakes with the opposing team and stormed off the field.

An interviewer chasing after him to ask him a question and Harry give her a dirty look before muttering, “Get away from me. I’m not answerin’ any questions,” before he disappears down the stairs.

YN knew just the thing that will cheer him up.

-

Harry trecks into the house with heavy feet and tense shoulders, his eyes are tired and frustrated as he drops his duffle on the ground carelessly.

“Hi,” YN murmurs when he steps into the living room, she was all curled up in a fluffy blanket with a surprise underneath.

“Hi,” He says back blandly, the frown unmoving from his face - almost like a pouty little kid.

“Can you come rub m’back?” She asks, feeling herself dampen a little bit with the excitement of what’s to come.

Harry scoffs, obviously in a sour mood, “I just finished a game, walked in the door, and tha’s the first thing I get is a demand?”

“Okay? And I just dealt with all four of your babies all day today. Ezra refused to be put down for more than five minutes straight,” She tries to bite down the smile, she shouldn’t find it funny when her husband’s bent out of shape.

That makes him melt a bit though, voice soften minutely, “Were the babies good today?”

“I’ll tell you about it after you rub my back.”

Harry grumbles, kicking off his trainers with a irritated edge, and heavy-footed as he makes his way to the couch.

“Take off the blanket and move on y’belly then,” He mutters, eyes boring into hers without reflecting the amusement that she has - if he was in a better mood he would have helped her along.

When she slips off the blanket and quickly moves on her stomach, burying her face in her arms when she hears him sucks in a breath.

“Wha’ are y’naked?” Harry demands, obviously trying to stay irritated because he deserved it for having such a shitty game.

YN makes sure her voice sounds airy and coy, “Just got hot is all.”

“S’fuckin’ freezin’ in here,” He rebukes but sits on the side of the couch with only a little room on the edge - his large hand coming to massage at her back muscles.

“Mmm,” She agrees noncommittally, feeling Harry’s hand wander curiously, further down her back to the lower curve before her bum.

“Y’trying to cheer m’up with sex,” Harry accuses, bent out of shape because he just wants to sulk in his poor performance but also he has the most beautiful woman in the world in front of him - bare and wet for him.

“I didn’t offer sex,” YN smirks, her husband falls into her to tricks every fucking time, no matter how much of bad mood he’s in.

Harry’s voice gets lower, more dangerous and gravely, “No? Just flashin’ y’ass at me for fun now? Decided for absolutely no reason to be waiting for m’to come home naked?”

“No reason at all,” She agrees, excitement building when his gentle massage turns rougher, hands kneading a little deeper into her muscles.

He shakes his head, eyes glued onto her backside where her cheeks are round and hiding what he really wants to see, “So if I dip m’fingers down between y’pretty thighs, your cunt won’t be soaking f’me?”

Harry’s skin prickles when his wife lets out a feathery, delicate moan at his words, he’s desperately trying to hold onto all of his negative feelings but he’s struggling because of the beauty that’s squirmy underneath him.

“Dry as the Sahara.”

It makes Harry finally break a little, letting out a belly laugh, and smacking her bum hard enough to make her squeak in delight.

His fingers travel down between her puffy folds, slipping into the heavenly heat of her where she is soaking his fingers.

In a filthy move, he pulls them back up and rubs them on his wife’s lips, “If y’not wet than what’s on y’lips, darlin’?”

Harry’s cock twitches when she lets out a quiet whine, pink tongue tracing her bottom lip before she laps at her husband’s thick fingers.

“Fuck,” He grunts, pressing down on her tongue,“Y’gonna let m’hit it from behind?”

When she can speak, she shakes her head, “No, want it on m’back.”

“Spoiled thing,” He murmurs, giving her one more smack before helping her flip back over, “Supposed t’be all about me, not you.”

YN’s eyes are sparkling, hand coming to tug lightly at his locks and pull him down into a kiss, her other hand wriggling his shorts down.

“All I had to do was take m’clothes off, didn’t even have to ask for it,” She giggles sweetly, teasingly, “Doesn’t matter what mood you’re in, always want to give it to me.”

“Best I’ve ever had, mama,” Harry replies against her lips, mumbled a bit as she grips him and leads him right to where she needs him most.

“Only one you ever had, only one you ever will have,” YN remarks confidently before throwing her head back when he bottoms out.

“Y’so fuckin’ hot when you’re possessive. You already know y’own me, darling. I bought you this big ole’ house, got four of m’babies sleepin’ upstairs, and got y’under me every night. I’m fucking yours. I have been since we met.”

“Harder, H,” She demands, nails digging into his strong shoulders as he fucks into her at a steady pace.

“Be quiet, let m’do it how I want,” He chides, keeping a slow but hard rhythm as he ducks down the suck at the hard peaks of her breasts before grazing them with his teeth.

“Do it how I want,” YN moans with an arrogant tone, it just drops with how confident she is that her husband is whipped for her. (He is).

But he’s already in a less than great mood so it has him flipping her, putting her onto all four as he wants, and slamming back in.

“We’re gonna do it ‘ow I want it,” He grunts in her ear, his hand gripping her cheek roughly enough to dimple and his other wrapping in her messy hair, “Y’absolutely soakin’ me, pet.”

“Oooh, fuck!” YN hisses but it doesn’t sound like a normal moan from her - Harry knows every sound his wife is able to make.

“Mama? Y’alright?” Harry checks, slowing down but not completely losing momentum as he loosens his grip on her hair.

“Cramp, I’m cramping. Want it on m’back,” YN whines, trying to shake out her leg and Harry obliges, helping her back down to their original position.

Again, Harry isn’t stupid.

As soon as she is back where she’s moaning lowly and with an airy hitch as she goes to pinch at one of her nipples.

“Y’such a spoiled brat,” Harry shakes his head in disbelief, “Y’didnt have a leg cramp, y’just wanted to be a pillow princess.”

“Lies,” YN giggles, eyes bright and happy as she peers up at her husband who is looking down a her like she hung the fucking moon and stars.

No one would ever be able to convince him that she didn’t.

“M’the one who had the shit day. I’ve just spoiled you so fuckin’ rotten tha’ y’just a desperate slut,” He laughs meanly but it sends a full body zip of electricity through his wife and he knows it.

“Harry,” She chokes out, gripping his biceps hard.

“Hands to yourself,” He snaps, taking her hands and pinning them above her head with just one of his hands.

The other comes down and lands a smack right on her puffy folds, once..twice…three times before YN is coming on him.

“Easy f’me,” Harry hums with satisfaction, leaning down to kiss her moans quiet as he fucks in hard a handful on times before he’s filling her up, “There y’go, hm? Marking y’up as mine, all full of me.”

“Yeah, baby,” YN agrees dazed, dated as he comes to a halt as he softens and pulls out - wiping her down with his shirt as she whines, “Sensitive.”

“M’sorry, mama,” Her husband apologizes, trying to be careful around her nerves.

After, they lay on the couch - talking about their day until Briar’s monitor lights up from the side table with high pitched cries.

“Mama, mama, daddy,” The thirteen month old sobs as she sits up in her crib - unable to find her binky in the dark.

“I’ll go get the bub,” Harry offers, sitting up and tugging his briefs and shorts back on.

“Okay, she missed you a lot today. I’m going to go shower.”

-

When Harry steps into the room, Briar is looking expectantly at the door and her eyes widen when she spots her father.

“Daddy, dadada,” She babbles happily, standing up to clutch the railing of her crib with anticipation.

“Oh, there’s m’lil mama. Hi darling,” Harry coos softly, gathering her up into his arms and taking a step over to the rocking chair.

He pops her pacifier back between her lips and she looks up at him with heavy-lids, it doesn’t take long before her blinks get longer until her eyes shut close.

Harry doesn’t know what he did to deserve such an amazing life but he was sure fucking grateful.

[itsnothesameasitwas]

greek mythology aus you say 👀 ana my dear pls spare some links 👉🏼👈🏼

yes… I said that my dearest friend 😌; sadly there are only a few ones but here the links of those i have already read 

✰ To Hell and Back by poshboyfriends | 4k | NR | MDC (happy ending)

an au based off of the story of orpheus and eurydice, the one with the musical lute player who loses his lover and plays his way through the underworld to bring her back.

✰ The Five God Cure for One Anxious Heartbeat by homosociallyyours | 11k | GA

When OT5 decides to sneak into a music festival to have a bit of fun and maybe make a few people fall in love, they expect things to go relatively smoothly. Fate has other plans.

Or: Niall, Louis, Harry, Liam, and Zayn are just five lesser Greek gods out there trying to have a good time, and they're feeling so attacked right now.

✰ not even the gods above (can separate the two of us) by feelslikehxme | 17k | TUA

“Mhm. Soulmates, the two of them.” Harry lays back on the grass, shielding the sun from his eyes with his arm. The last thing Louis needed was the sun shining down on Harry, not that he was staring or anything. “Do you have a soulmate?” He asks, curious to how matchmaking worked. It must be nice, watching people around you fall in love.

“I do. Somewhere. Everyone has one.”

or the one where Louis finds out he's the son of Athena, Harry keeps matching him with the wrong people, Niall accidentally breaks into Louis's flat and Liam doesn't know when to stop asking out Zayn.

✰ Winter Pines and Ocean Eyes by binarysunsets | 14k | TUA

Harry is awoken by the sudden weight of his dog across his chest, and he yawns and stretches his arms above his head, relishing the crack of his back the gesture produces and sending Fen tumbling down onto the bed. There’s a niggling sensation that he has something important to do that day, but in his still-sleepy state he’s struggling to recall what it is. When it hits him, he freezes mid-rub of his eyes, and his hand slowly falls to the furs strewn across the bed. His fingers tangle into their soft texture and he bites his lip.

Right. It’s that day.The day he’s meant to travel south.

Or, the arranged marriage au between young viking Harry, son of his clan's chief, and a certain caesar by the name of Louis, heir to the empire.

✰ A Dangerous Night (To Fall In Love) by FallingLikeThis | 7k | E

“Hey, Harry!” Louis greets, walking up to Harry with a sunny smile.

Any other time, that smile would lift Harry’s heart even as it made it race. He could let himself get lost in it, would probably catch himself more than once hoping, wishing for it to be more than a smile aimed at a friend. He’d relish the moments he could forget that that’s all he is to Louis. Any other time, he’d be selfish and let himself entertain those thoughts. But this is not like any other time. Tonight is the beginning of the end.

or Harry has visions and sees the destruction of Pompeii before it happens. Now, how does he tell his best friend what's to come?

✰ this is heaven in hiding by hemakeshimstrongx | 48k | GA

Harry is destined to sit on a throne. Louis makes him want to throw it all away. Or: Harry embarks on the greatest journey of his life. Louis is there every step of the way.

✰ keep your eyes upon the skies by hypocorism | 12k | TUA

Disney - Hercules AU

✰  the tragic story of a muse and a war god  orphan_account | 30k | E

Harry is a reckless god of war, Louis is a muse unspoken of, and their love might not be written in the stars.

PERCY JACKSON AUS

✰ in a sea of mist by tomlinvelvet | 126k | E

A Greek Mythology/Camp Half-Blood AU where Harry is lost, the road to peace is a wretched one, and somehow, through a mist of confusion and regrets, Louis seems to be the only thing that makes sense and everything Harry needs.

✰ How Far We've Come by hrrytomlinson | 32k | TUA

“This is Harry Styles,” Chiron offers.

He’s beautiful. His eyes are a stunning green, the color of new foliage. The new kid’s limbs are long and lanky—he looks extremely uncomfortable and uncoordinated. Louis internally smirks to himself, guessing the kid probably won’t be too skilled with a sword, or a bow, or anything sharp, most likely. His hair falls to his shoulders in sets of loose, brown curls. The color is rich and luscious, resembling soil so much that it looks like flowers could sprout from his hairline at any moment. But Louis’ eyes are stuck on his soft looking lips, pink as flower petals and slightly parted as his eyes scan the horizon of the camp.

“Welcome to Camp Half-Blood, Harry.”

✰ Like A Drum (Baby, Don't Stop Beating) by exitthequitters | 9k | NR

They walk through the camp together hand in hand, past the big house where Chiron waves happily at them, past the strawberry field where Louis first kissed Harry, past the lake where Louis first met Zayn and Liam, past the dinning hall where Niall sat down next to Louis before he knew he shouldn’t, and to Harry’s cabin.

Or, they're all sons of Greek gods at a summer camp for demigods.

HADES/PERSEPHONE AUS

✰ Breakable Heaven by amomentoflove | 44k | E 

“What do you think?” Louis gets captured by Harry’s green eyes, unable to look away or even take a breath.

“I think you’re the most magnificent creature I’ve ever met.”

“You must not have met many creatures then.”

Harry’s eyes glance downward to Louis’ lips and his tongue darts out to wet his own. 

“None like you.”

✰ My Heart Lies With You by asphodelknox | 31k | M

“What did you hit me on the head for?” Louis said. He tried to frown, but it hurt too much. Plus it was hard to frown at someone taking care of him so tenderly. “I didn’t hit you on the head,” Harry said calmly, moving from Louis’s forehead to remove some bandages on his arm. “My friend Niall, the God of Death, hit you on the head.” “Well, why did Niall hit me on the head?” Louis asked. He noticed his lips hurt too, and felt a small gash on them. His arms were covered in scratches and cuts, and as he moved to sit up, he winced at a pain coming from his waist. “What the hell happened to me?” Harry sighed. “Niall… can get a bit… excited.” “Was he excited about hitting me on the head?” “No!” Harry said. “Niall just got away with himself.” “Does he do that often? Get away with himself, I mean?” Louis asked wryly. “Only when an idea gets stuck in his head that he can’t get out.”

For being the God of Death, Niall has a habit of acting on ideas without thinking them through. It's probably why Harry ends up with an unexpected but entirely welcome visitor in his bed the day after a Mount Olympus party.

✰ daisies & dying by xaz | 14k | E

Harry’s eyes stayed cemented to the marble tiles, engraining the memory of his shiny loafers and their contrast to the flooring as he heard the footsteps draw near. An icy hand yanked his chin violently, forcing his face forward.Hand still clutching Harry’s chin, the man gave a toothy smirk, “I’ve waited centuries to have you as my bride. I won’t settle for less than your full attention, my love.”

OR Hades!Louis and Persephone!Harry but make it pirates

✰ you flower, you feast by stylinsoncity | 18k | M

He's King of the Underworld, but don't assume Louis has it all. He could stand for some excitement in his monotonous, eternal life and maybe, even.....a soulmate.

(Despite not having a soul.)

And along came "Harry".

✰ For every reason why, you were my because. by hisfirstrealcrush | 3k | GA

He was his greatest form of love.

an au in which harry meets louis in his forest and nothing seems to matter but his ocean-like eyes and his warm embrace.

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hope you like them!! <33

[backdoortowonderland]

lyric prompt ↠ “i'm sure that I would like her. if i were slightly nicer.” 

the act’s performers ↠  seonghwa x f!reader (professional volleyball player au); slightly wooyoung x f!reader 

wc ↠ 3.6k 

genre ↠ angst angst angst! 

warnings ↠ profanity, suggestive, toxic family, reader is lowkey depressed, manipulation, mentions of harassment/abuse, blood, mentions of a dead rodent (pls lmk if i missed anything). 

a/n ↠ omg idk what to say. but wow I was in a mood. and this is a product of that mood.... AHHH. anyway let me know what ya’ll think hahaha

“is that... oh fuck it is.” 

just as your lazy eyelids travelled from your phone to the entrance of the restaurant,  your friend cursed at himself internally for voicing his curiosity. it appeared that the snowy draft had swept in a group of familiar faces, though it was only one person in the crowd that had your teeth clenching unwillingly. 

park seonghwa. 

the last person you wanted to see in your gloomy state today. and the last person you had ever wanted to see with some random girl, stuck to his waist. 

suddenly aware of the chapped state of your lips, your tongue trailed against them as a hollow laugh crawled up your throat. 

it had been five months since you broke up with him. and as time trickled on by, your sheets lost his flowery scent, your skin lost any bearings of his affection, and yet your heart still reacted instantly to the sound of his laughter. the fluttering sensation more akin to the stinging associated with a bee bite, rather than the gentle caress of a butterfly. 

before his gaze can catch yours, you roll your eyes then shift your attention to your loud mouthed friend. 

“you don’t have to tip toe around the subject. i’m over it.” 

“are you though?” daniel pushes back at you, his eyebrows raising together to indicate his disbelief. “because if i was in love with someone for a year, i don’t think i’d be over it in 5 months.” 

instead of responding to his question, you placed your elbow against the table before resting your cheek against your palm. the other two individuals sat at your table stared at you with wide eyes, unsure whether to add onto daniel’s commentary. 

“she looks cute, doesn’t she?” no longer concerned with the awkwardness of eye contact, you allowed your y/e/c irises to settle back onto the group, easily fishing out the starring couple of the evening. 

“yeah, she looks like the type of girl too scared to talk unless someone holds her hand.” changbin offers the perspective with heavy distaste, and it’s almost enough to bring a smile to your mouth. 

“he probably fucking loves it. she looks like a real fucking vanilla bean.” the bizarre comparison is accompanied by a bitter taste, and you can’t help but think that this was symbolism at its finest. 

“fuck vanilla! spice is where it’s at!” daniel declares, shoving his beer glass into the air as if his words were a joyful cheer. changbin joins him without missing a beat, raising his own glass before a small ‘clink’ can be heard. 

“we can go, y/n. we don’t have to stay here, you know?” felix breaks his silence, leaning across the table with worry clouding his dark eyes. while the three of you were focused on the group sat across from you, felix was observing you. he could see the underlying heartache that placed stress around your shoulders, and how your intoxicated mind was undoubtedly spiralling with harmful thoughts. 

what if he never really cared? what if he knew the truth about your breakup? what if the entire thing was a lie?

is that why it was so easy to move on? 

“you know, I bet I would have liked her,” 

the defeated smile stretching across your mouth causes the three boys to fall still. to a stranger, it would have appeared bright, consuming and perhaps, enticing - but they could see the way it was a facade. one that was threatening to dismantle any second now. 

“if only I were slightly nicer.” 

for the following five seconds no one dares to speak. the next sound comes from your palms hitting the table as you sit up. determination rips through your entire body, but you’re not going to cause a scene. 

no. that wasn’t the plan at all. 

but the noise is loud enough to finally draw his attention towards you. or at least, you think this is the first time he has noticed you. his gentle eyes are fixed on yours, and a mixture of emotions cause nausea to fill inside your stomach. his eyes flashed with concern...then hurt, and then... love. 

and of course you know it’s love, because you spent countless hours curled against him, staring into those beautiful fucking eyes. 

and the way he was looking at you now was enough to strip you of your remaining sanity. 

“i’m taking home someone tonight. don’t wait for me.” you mumble the words to your friends, fishing out a few bills - enough to cover everyone’s costs - before throwing them onto the table. you heard the protests from your friends, and the sound of scuffling. but before anyone could reach you, you were already outside, inhaling the icy air that calmed your nerves. 

inside of the restaurant, seonghwa was anything but calm. every inch of his body begged him to follow after you, despite the fact another girl was sat directly beside him. a girl who was far too timid to inquire into what just happened. hongjoong shot his best friend a sympathetic look, though guilt was chewing away at his insides this whole time. 

because the only reason seonghwa wasn’t running after you was because you had broken up with him. and the only reason you broke up with him was because hongjoong asked you to. 

five months ago - 

“i’m sorry come again?” a humourless expression molded your features as you stared at hongjoong incredibly. “because i know for a fucking fact you didn’t just tell me to break up with hwa.” 

when hongjoong invited himself over one evening, you thought it was strange but paid no mind to the little voice in your head. maybe he wanted to plan something for seonghwa, or maybe he needed your help with something. there were a dozen of scenarios that you conjured up. but none of them were this. you never thought seonghwa’s best friend would be asking you to break his heart. 

“y/n... i hate myself for doing this. but the coach...” the black haired male looked so desperate - helpless. he despised himself more than you would ever know for asking this of you. “he’s going to let him go if you don’t.” 

the gravity of the situation wasn’t lost on you, but you still found yourself caught in a laugh. because how fucking cruel was this? 

“so, if i don’t leave him, he’s going to lose his future, huh? and if i stay with him, i can potentially fuck up your team’s future too, hm? is that it?” you trailed your index finger over your bottom lip, lightly removing the colour as you threw your head back. it was easier to look straight at the ceiling when liquid was threatening to brew any second in your eyes. 

“y/n, i’m so sorry.” hongjoong chokes out the words with his palms pressed together, it was though he was praying to you for your forgiveness even before any sin was committed. 

“guess it’s only fair that my father fuck up only my future, and not yours.”  another round of laughter falls from your lips. and as you drop fully onto your mattress, with your palm over your face, you find it hard to breathe. 

because the only person who kept you sane this entire time was him. when your father was arrested, and the news outlets refused to leave your front lawn. he was always there, his presence providing you a tranquility you would never have the privilege to feel again. 

but you would do it, of course. sacrifice your own happiness for him. because when you told him he deserved the world, you meant it. and you would never do anything to jeopardize that. 

two minutes go by, and seonghwa cannot stop his staring match with the front door. at the table you once occupied, your friends were hurriedly slipping into their coats and hats, hoping to catch you before you ran too far. 

the agony he saw in your eyes had his heart in a lose-lose battle. he can’t comfort you because you aren’t his to comfort. he can’t call after you, because you made your decision to leave. but god, he’s so close to not caring. 

he doesn’t care if he looks pathetic, just as long as he can make you feel okay for even one more second. because no amount of time will dim his love for you. 

you didn’t notice it, but he was struggling to keep his eyes off of you. you missed the brief panic in his expression when he saw you - how it was only when he recognized those around you, that the heat in his heart simmered. it was unfair of course, to hate the thought of seeing you with someone else, when he agreed to a date with the girl beside him. 

but it was different, right? 

you let him go. 

you. let. him. go. 

and he never understood why. 

 “seonghwa.” 

hongjoong’s low voice startled him, but he nodded without much thought. 

“we need to talk.” 

the pair exited the table together before making a beeline to the backside of the restaurant. seonghwa wore a puzzled expression as hongjoong fiddled with the ends of his sleeves. he wondered what exactly had his best friend on the verge of tears - did he miss something? 

and as soon as hongjoong began confessing to the one thing plaguing his mind for the last five months, seonghwa stumbled back, his knees threatening to give out any second. the missing piece from the puzzle had arrived, and he couldn’t be more angry with himself. 

he should have demanded a proper explanation when you broke up with him. he should have fought you harder. he should have noticed how devastated hongjoong looked whenever he mentioned your name. 

and as seonghwa battled himself mentally, you were already settled comfortably into the bar a few streets away. after downing another drink, your eyes roamed the crowded space for a pretty face, someone potentially worth your time. 

the little voice in your head warns you that this isn’t you - but you only reply to it with a shrug. 

“wow! you look like you could use a distraction.”

tilting your head to the side, your teeth captured your bottom lip as a smile slowly warmed your visage. it was impossible to not smile at the male claiming the seat beside you, especially when he radiated a comforting energy you were desperate for. 

“jung wooyoung, what a fucking surprise.” you adjusted yourself on the stool until your body was mostly facing your former schoolmate. 

the male brushed his fingers through his black hair, drawing the strands away from his forehead with a low chuckle escaping his throat. while his presence proved to be a surprise to you, he was the one who was originally stunned when you entered the bar. from the fact you were alone, he knew something was up. he had seen your snapchat posts earlier, so where were your friends now? 

a few more minutes of observation led him to the conclusion something had occurred - and now, you were looking for someone to satisfy your need to escape reality. 

at first he debated approaching you, because there was no way he wanted to be your one night stand. but the idea of you ending up with the wrong person had him on his feet in seconds. 

he would swallow his little crush on you for now, and approach you as a friend only. 

“i hope it’s a good surprise, right?” wooyoung nudged you playfully with his elbow, before signaling the bartender over. “you need a refill? i’m buying tonight.” the way he lifts an eyebrow has your heart racing madly, and you have to wonder if it’s the alcohol laced into your bloodstream that is at fault for your sudden attraction to him. 

“what’s the occasion?” you question back, leaning the slightest bit forward, in hope to provoke the male. 

wooyoung gulped unconsciously at the limited distance between you two, before casting his gaze aside. 

he was only your friend tonight. he had to remain your friend. 

“what? i can’t treat my friend to a drink?” he teases back, with a shaky laugh. 

his use of the word “friend” forced you to groan. because fuck, you didn’t need another friend. you needed a spark - a newfound romance. something that authors would die to write about. you needed an all consuming love if you were ever to move on from him. 

the dirty blonde who was currently spamming your phone and searching nearby restaurants for you. 

seonghwa’s cheeks were swollen from the liquid spilling from his eyes when he found your friends. it didn’t take them long to realize that the truth was out. the four of them vowed to find you before you made a decision you would regret, keeping in touch through a quick group chat initiated by felix. 

daniel is the one who finds you first, and despite the scene playing out ahead of him, he tells seonghwa where you are. for the last thirty minutes, you were pushing heavily against wooyoung’s resolve. from the flirty remarks to the way your fingers trailed over the chain around his neck. he was going insane. 

and he was perhaps a minute from breaking when he sees your ex saunter into the bar, his skin flushed from the brutal weather outside. he was beginning to understand the reason you were desperate for love tonight. 

wooyoung inhaled a breath, before motioning behind you with his chin. the least he could do was give you a heads-up for what was to come. 

“y/n...” 

before you could inquire into what he was motioning to, you heard another voice call your name. and you don’t have to turn around to know who it is. even if years had passed, you would never forget his voice, or how soft your name sounded falling from his lips. 

the energy it takes to turn to face him is astronomical, and it leaves you feeling empty and torn. 

“hi seonghwa. what can i do for you?” the alcohol makes it easier to appear flamboyant, but the tears blurring his vision makes it rather hard to maintain your bad girl act. 

“can we talk please?” 

“where’s your pretty new girlfriend?” 

wooyoung shifts awkwardly in his seat, unsure whether to leave or to stay. being caught directly in the middle of a lovers quarrel was not on his bucket list for the night. 

“y/n, I think i should go.” wooyoung apologetically offered, his fingers already reaching for his wallet. because while he couldn’t provide you with the distraction you needed, he would at least pay for your drinks. 

you wanted to protest his words, but you knew it wouldn’t be fair. sinking your teeth into the inside of your cheek, you turned your attention back towards your former classmate with guilt weighing on your eyelids. “thank you for joining me tonight... i’m glad i ran into you instead of someone else.” 

wooyoung smiled at your words, nodding once in understanding before placing a few bills on the counter. “i’m glad too. stay in touch, okay?” 

and with that, wooyoung jumped off the bar stool, exiting the tense scene with a heavy sigh threatening to depart. 

maybe in another life you would be his. but in this one...? it was clear who your soulmate was. and it wasn’t him. 

“seonghwa. please just go.” stretching your arms out against the cold surface of the counter, you resisted the urge to drop your head. 

“i won’t.” his voice was barely above of whisper, but it was firm. he should have fought you when you initiated your breakup speech. however, there was no way to rectify his past mistakes. all he could do was change the future. 

his future. your future. 

“please don’t try to protect me.”

the bizarreness of his plea brought a scoff to lift from your burning throat. 

“i don’t need you to protect me. not when it’s only hurting us both.” his fingers were itching to brush against your puffy cheeks, a side-effect of the amount of alcohol you had consumed, but he remained grounded, instructing himself to refrain from making any moves that would further unsettle you. 

but it was too late for that. 

because how dare he claim that the both of you were hurting - when he was the one moving on so easily. you couldn’t bring yourself to date another person. you couldn’t even fucking flirt unless intoxicated. but there he was, with that pretty little doll. 

an emotionless melody is exhaled as you jump off the seat and roughly take his hand in yours. 

“fucking fine. lets go talk, hm?” 

as you dragged him through the bar, you had to force yourself not to fall prey to the freshly awoken butterflies that were singing in joy at the physical contact. it had been so long since you last touched him, and you hated how you were now reminded of how perfectly his hand fit yours. 

once you were outside, you released your hold for your own sanity, and then took three steps away from him. it was only when the harsh weather met your skin did you realize you forgot your jacket inside. but just as you were prompt to forget your own protection from the weather, seonghwa was quick to realize it - scooping off the garment when you were already tugging him along. 

when you noticed the jacket in his hand, your heart did a flip, because it was just so like him. he always noticed things you didn’t, or remembered stuff you forgot. that was what made you secretly resent him. because if he was so hyper aware of everything, why didn’t he realize why you let him go? 

“it’s cold.” seonghwa offered out the jacket, as if it were a peace offering. and if it wasn’t fucking freezing outside, you would have rejected it. 

“yeah no shit.” rolling your eyes, you accepted the item before happily entering into it. the satisfaction on your face clearly demonstrated your gratitude but you still found yourself mumbling a thank you. 

seonghwa’s features morphed into a pained expression upon hearing your gratitude, because he felt he didn’t deserve it. you were ready to go above and beyond for him, and all he could do was make sure you weren’t cold. 

“y/n... i didn’t know until today about what happened. hongjoong... he told me what the coach said. part of me wants to scream at him for putting you in that position, but... this was also my fault too.” raking his fingers roughly through his hair, his attention averted to the snow covered cement below. “i should have realized it. and it’s no excuse but a part of me thought i deserved it. that i wasn’t the perfect boyfriend, and that you could find better.” 

you had to inhale a long breath of air to keep yourself from spewing out a bitter response. because there were many things you could say about his proposition - how it was bullshit, how no one would have treated you better or how even if you could find better, you didn’t want it. you just wanted him. 

“what i’m saying is, i.. fucked up. majorly. and whatever happened with your dad, it has nothing to do with you. or me. or us.” another round of tears had begun brewing inside of his eyes, and he’s wasn’t sure if he could hold them back. 

“oh please. who are you lying to?” curling your fingers inwards, your fingers dug into your palm as you shook your head. “did you know that i had to legally change my last name, seonghwa? yeah. because no one would hire me once they realized who i was.” 

his eyes widened in a manner that communicated both shock and rage. whenever he asked daniel how you were, he always said “good” or “great”. And he didn’t want to push the subject, in fear that it would upset you. but it was beginning to dawn on him just how much you were suffering these last five months. 

the guilt now lacing into the mix of emotions only fueled the fire in your veins. 

“oh you think that’s bad? how about having to move because people keep leaving fucked up shit at your door. like a bucket of blood. or a dead rodent?” it’s impossible to control the salty substance now parading down your cheeks. because while you were protecting him from the world, no one was protecting you. 

“y/n... i’m so sorry.” 

by now, you were both caught in a sob. and seonghwa could no longer hold himself back from doing the one thing he wanted to do since he saw you today. removing the distance between your bodies, he curled an arm around your waist before gingerly leading your face to his chest. 

maybe if you weren’t incredibly intoxicated you would have fought him off. maybe you would have told him to go fuck himself. 

but you were intoxicated, and there was no denying how much you missed him. so you let him hold you, and whisper promises into your hair. weakly placing your arms around him, you allowed your senses to be overwhelmed by him. 

you could permit yourself this one moment of weakness. 

because the tiny voice in your head knows, that come tomorrow... 

you’ll have to let go. 

and you’ll always let go. 

because while he may be your soulmate, you were not his. 

[kaizsche]

WIP List Game

You know the drill: create a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP file 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 of it or tell them something about it.

thank u so MUCH for the tag, @katherineholmes!!!

(i was in bed after finishing the movie taken (lmao) when i saw this and i immediately stood up my bed JFHIAHDIAUGDIA - and thought of reblogging but i just have so many darn wips... so get ready)

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals:

and from your lips she drew the hallelujah

superposition

untitled original fam + jeremy trip (trip to nola crack fic)

untitled princess hours au (a kdrama)

1992

i hope you're happy, but don't be happier

isn't it strange?

about you

i wish we had more time (not the final title, lol.)

it's only natural

driver's license

by the gods (not the final title)

your disaster is heavy on my tongue

untitled viking au

untitled princess diaries au

keeping up with the mikaelsons

untitled guardians of the lamb au (a manhwa)

windchimes and kifton suits

untitled klena theatre au

if we make it through december

untitled elejah pregnancy fic

untitled elejah sirebond thing

untitled elejah modern pregnancy fic

untitled the gentlemen au fic

untitled time travel fic

untitled time travel pregnancy fic thing

untitled klaus in wolf form crack fic

untitled wolf mate thing fic au?? idk

time will warp what is mine

elena x mikaelsons (#trying to fit all the tvd characters in this godforsaken fic)

untitled elena + mikaelson family crack fic

Star Wars

don't blame me, love made me crazy (an anon req i havent touched in forever)

ashes on the ground

untitled anakin x reader fic

in my dreams you love me back

rocket man (i think it's gonna be a long, long time)

Genshin Impact

to taste a winner

catching feelings

eyepatches

Wednesday

untitled - addams family kidnaps tyler lol

untitled pride and prejudice au

into the devil's jaws

i'd probably still adore you with your thighs around my neck (draft)

untitled wyler torture scene

Wednesday x The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

untitled enid as klaroline's daughter fic

untitled wyler trip to nola

Star Wars x The Vampire Diaries

happier than ever

NCT

the five stages of separation

hey mama!

Empress Ki

untitled fic

Haikyu!!

krinos

kenma x idol au one shot

Mob Psycho 100

untitled smut fic

Shadow and Bone

the hero

Teen Wolf

till the ends of the earth with you (discontinued)

The Eternals

untitled ikaris fic (discontinued)

The Batman

untitled fic (discontinued bc my friend thought the way i wrote selina kyle was ooc)

ITS A LONG LIST ISNT IT IM CACKLING - pls feel free to ask ANYTHING OR EVERYTHING 😏😏😏😏😏

(didn't include one fic in my gdocs cause it for a gift heh)

tagging: @sunless-garden @itsmejaji and anybody else interested!

[blvelagoon]

hellu hellu it’s me, gemma ( s/h, 21+ ) again 🤧 in case yall aren’t completely tired of my sh*t by now i raise u my latest muse miss araya preeyawat ( but pls call her rue or call her nth at all Thanks )!! she’s been diagnosed w some severe wanderlust n her life is falling to shambles but hey!! another holiday wuhu!! anw as per usual u can find more ab her under the cut but pls LIKE this post for a wild ass gemma to show up in ur dms!! also as i said in @renegaed​​’s post, all my d*scord folks pls ask for my @ if u want it!!

aquarius sun / cancer moon / pisces rising

second child of five children in ur stereotypical lower middle class family!! they didn’t have much but they had each other ♡

back when it was j her n her older sister ( when she was like 3 ), their lil family of 4 could still afford to go to trips overseas so rue was a pretty young traveller!! her favourite memories are of disneyland in japan!!

but as her lil sibs started popping out budget started gettin tight so overseas trips were p much non-existent n rue got hella sad ab all of it

anw bein the kid that she is she’s sorta forced to ~ moves on ~ n continue w her life, but as a kid she legit is one of the most non-spectacular students ever : ) she’s not gettin Fs but yknow,, it’s close,, solid D student except that one time she got a B in english that was fun,,

fun fact at night she alw loves looking at the stars and watching the airplanes go by bc she lives somewhat near the airport!! n that’s kinda when she started aspiring to b a flight attendant!!

applies 2 b a flight attendant once she’s out of high school!! she manages to get in and trains to b a flight attendant for ab ~1 year? also rlly starts working on her english n tries to learn some european languages too!! this is mostly to bolster her resume bc flight attendants typically travel one route predominantly, n she was gunnin for anywhere in europe bc it had the most Aesthetic countries all connected by a fast train : )

she works her way up for ~2 years and eventually goes from domestic flights to flying internationally to europe!! super happy ab everything n thinks she’s found Her Purpose in life

but eventually like Everything in rue’s life, she starts gettin,,, really bored of flying the same route all the time and at this point she’s visited all the european countries three times over 😩✋ experiences her midlife crisis at 24 yeah it’s Tragique

anw back to her normal route bc it’s impt!! sometimes she transits in south korea n rue is like,, Hella friendly to the passengers so at some point she picks up some simple korean phrases!! eventually learns the language w conversational fluency bc of the many times she transits there and from the times she’s been in south korea she’s honestly rlly liked it!! it’s a whole different vibe from the european countries she’s been to n honestly,, rue is That Bitch who alw goes for the next shiny thing

so anw during one of her routes she starts up a conversation w a passenger while she’s out dishing drinks n that passenger happens to be @sncwbored​!! they bump into each other again while lining up for a quick snack @ the airport’s mcdonalds n word comes out ab this cute quaint place called maehwa!!

rue starts thinkin ab it more n on a whim, decides to quit her job and move to maehwa!!!

n now she’s here : ) 

personality-wise rue is rlly adaptable but also rlly bad w finances like she’s a hand to mouth sorta gal so rn she’s uhh,,, lookin for some work to fund her next holiday n move out of maehwa someone give the girl a job

throughout this whole intro it’s rlly j ab what she wants n how bored she is n ab no one else bc rue is literally,,, sorta flighty n an unintentional asshole bc she rlly only thinks ab what she wants n what brings Her enjoyment n happiness like ,,, she loves her family but also she loves herself more ja feel

habitual ghoster,, yep

other than the Bad Traits rue is honestly a p fun person to talk to!! she asks a lot of questions and never knows how to end a conversation so talking w her can end up going for hours,, she’s also been to a lot of countries n will definitely find a way to talk ab them if u talk to her enough

idk how else to explain it but she has a sorta airy feel?? like her mind is literally alw elsewhere n she’s constantly distracted!!

aight once again thank u for entertaining my essays here r some potential plots!!

i see a lot of muses from international soil so!! anyone who’s been a passenger n u recognise her / u guys had a lil conversation!! that could b p cute if yall remember each other hehe a lil serendipity vibe

rue literally just moved in like yesterday so anyone wanna help her move?? pwetty pwease 🥺👉👈

picture this: yall knew each other at some point in the past n she ghosted u,, wyd

she loves takin pictures ( actually she j loves gettin her pics taken w pretty landscapes in the bg ) so uhhhh someone entertain her!!!

id say rue is a p good cook!! imagine ur muse is Trash at cooking r u gna bribe the new housemate to help u cook y/n

her instagram is filled w travel pics n vids n id say she amassed a p decent following!! no celebrity but there’s a bunch of ppl lookin @ her insta to see where to visit in foreign countries for them aesthetic pics!! maybe ur a follower??

um idk exes flings someone who joined the mile high club courtesy of rue 🥴

[callilouv]

🧚 🧶 🪡 🦉 🎞 📰 🧷 🧦 🔓 and 🌿 for the ask game :33 (lmao sorry 💀)

🧚 what AR are you?

I am AR58 :D very very close to turning AR59 rhehjvdkjd

🧶 When did you start playing?

December 26, 2020,,,, tbh i cant believe that ive been playing this game daily for almost 2 years😭

(?) Who's in your party and what roles do they fill?

i have 2 teams rn >:)) the one im using atm is hu tao, xingqiu, albedo, zhongli. hu tao is main dps (my tri crowned queen), xingqiu is my sub dps + u cant have a hu tao team without him/hj, albedo is both my sub dps and support & zhongli is my shielder (i love him. he has 50k hp)

and my 2nd team is just a permafreeze team wwww ayaka, mona, kazuha, diona. ayaka is my other tri crowned dps queen, mona acts as the burst support, kazuha is for crowd control + vv buff, and diona is both the shielder and healer<3

im working on another team rn which is tighnari, fischl, kazuha, kokomi but im not having very great luck w tighnaris artifacts<//3

🦉 Who was your first five star?

JEANNNANAWJWNA i got her at like the 1st day i started playing on noelle's banner<333 also, i got her before i got all of the free starter characters

the rest is utc bc its vv long!!

🎞 Who was your most recent five star?

albedo<33 he came home at like 30 pity (and hes only the 2nd five star i got early!! i have so many 5 stars pls but theyre all within pity range</3 rip primogems)

📰 Who’s your least favorite character mechanics/kit-wise?

amber</3 im sorry amber bb</3 shes very cute though!!

🧷 Who's your least favorite character aesthetic-wise?

HMHMH tbh this was hard to answer bc all of their aesthetics r peak but id probably sya razor??@()$ IDK razor stans pls dont come for my neck

🧦 Who's your favorite character personality/lore-wise?

I LOVE ALL CHARACTERS AND THEIR PERSONALTIES BUT I AM NOT IMMUNE TO FAVORITISM, I LOVE DOTTORE

🔓 Who's your least favorite character personality/lore-wise?

tbh i dont have a least favorite bc i think theyre all vv loveable :(

🌿 What was your first team besides Traveler, Kaeya, Lisa, and Amber?

iirc it was Jean, Beidou, Xiangling, and then a flexible spot that I js switch between whatever character i want wwww i think,,,, most of the time, it was barbara in that spot

TYTY for asking beau<3 this is v long but i had fun answering em FKJFH

[sukiglycerin]

13 minutes || katsuki bakugou.

* pairing: pro-hero (therefore aged up)!katsuki bakugou x fem manager!reader

* genre: pro-hero!au, smut, this is the longest warning section i’ve ever written, mainly pwp, fluff at the end :>

* words: 2,266 of all this fiLTH

* warnings: AGED UP KATSUKI, ugh tumblr deleted my super long tags so now i must redo them, this is very long & filthy, whew let's go, dom!katsuki, sub!reader, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, slight voyeurism, office sex, reader is bent over the desk ofc, master/sir kink, a little pet play (he calls reader pet/kitten), dirty talk, degradation, fingering, breast/nipple play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, orgasm denial (how contradicting), cunnilingus (f receiving), cum eating (both ends), talks of safeword/colour system but no actual usage, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (pls use protection irl!!), creampie, reader is kinda masochistic, pussy slapping, crying sex (no angst here tho), hair-pulling (m receiving if it matters), implied subspace, aftercare !! the best part !!

* a/n: so tumblr messed up sO much while i tried to post this, so i hope you like this! ty @toishi for sticking with me and all of my ramblings while writing this! (and ofc @dylanxmin for her lovely support!!) this is a VERY spicy thing, and almost had actual plot before i cut it out. if you like this, i may do a fluffier pt 2!! enjoy!

being a pro-hero's manager has its perks. the pay's good, the coworkers are pleasant, and travelling is pretty fun. to you, the best part is that you get to see your boyfriend of three years every day.

you've been dating pro-hero ground zero secretly, and you happen to be his manager. honestly, the latter came first in chronological order, but that doesn't matter anyway.

you first encountered ground zero (or as he was called back then, katsuki bakugou) during your time in the business course at ua. he bumped into you quite ungracefully, cursed at you, pushed past you, then let a startled but apologetic kirishima to apologize. it was fate, in kirishima's words. 

such fate led you to manage ground zero five years ago, after slowly climbing your way up from managing smaller heroes to finally reaching the popular ones. bakugou had been the only popular hero with a manager opening; you learned why soon after being hired.

the spiky haired hero had a short fuse and a tendency to cuss. he was picky, indecent, and often reckless with his public image; the calmest you'd ever seen him was when he blew up villains and screaming "die."

however, things change - things change a lot. five years later, you're here: katsuki mumbling sweet things into the crook of your neck as his hands tease the waistband of your pencil skirt.

"katsuki, we can't- you have a meeting in fift- hng-!"

his lips find yours quickly, effectively quieting you down. you're sitting on katsuki's desk - a polished cherry wood thing that took too many weeks to find - as he towers above you, pinning you to your spot.

katsuki pauses, and pulls back, licking his lips. "sounds like a you problem."

"we really can't, this meeting is really important-" bakugou's fingers nimbly find their way under your skirt, deadly close to your panties. he really isn’t paying attention to you.

"and i'm the star of the show, the number one pro-hero-" if he hears you mutter 'that's midoriya,' he ignores you and continues, "-aren't i the most important one here?" his fingers rub your clothed clit, smirking at your audible gasp.

"k-katsuki, no-" you know he can feel the wet patch growing on your panties; from the way his determined eyes lock on yours, you know he won't be finished until you are too.

"how long do we have now, love?”

"thirteen minutes, but-"

"you're going to cum for me three times in the thirteen minutes we have."

it's not a question; it's a fact. you are going to cum three times in the next fifteen minutes.

“once on my fingers,” he puts a finger up, “once on my tongue,” another finger, “and once on my cock. the only thing you have to worry your pretty head about-“ he leans in close to your ear, voice dropping a couple octaves, “-is keeping quiet enough.”

his fingers push your panties to the side with ease and play teasingly with your wet folds. he circles your clit with his middle finger slowly, dragging out each languid movement with a smirk on his face. you flush at the lewd, wet noises he elicits from your pussy. you know that his fingers are coated in your arousal.

you look down in embarrassment, gripping the edge of the desk, and stare at the cotton material of your pencil skirt.

"slut." the word is spat from katsuki's mouth. his hand holds your chin; his touch barely ghosts your skin, but the command still exudes dominance. he tips his hand up, so you're looking into his intense eyes.

"look at me, slut." the word is emphasized by the plunging of three fingers in your wet core. you whine, unprepared by the sudden intrusion. your legs move uncomfortably against the fabric of your skirt, which restricts you from spreading open your legs wider. you want to clamp down on katsuki's hand, but you know that that won't end well.

"patience, kitten." either by intuition or his own frustration, he speaks up gruffly. "all in due time." his thumb starts to knead your aching bud as he thrusts in and out, knuckle deep in your pussy. glancing at the clock, he grows impatient, quickly attempting to unbutton your blouse before ripping off the rest entirely. you'd normally protest - you liked that blouse - but you find yourself falling short of words at the pressure on your pussy. katsuki goes at a more rigorous pace, thrusting fast and deep while his free hand snakes itself under your bra to play with your nipple. the added stimulation has you keening to his touch, suddenly aware of his every touch. he pulls your bra cup down, freeing your breast and bending down to to encapsulate the hardened bud in his mouth. his tongue circles your areola and flicks your nipple; meanwhile, his pace on your pussy hasn't relented. 

soon, you feel the telltale feelings of pleasure bubbling through your body.  you tense against him, gasping out his name and clawing at his back. your knees buckle as your climax washes over you, making your body go limp in his hand. bakugou lets go of your nipple with a popping noise, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. his other hand pulls out, and he outstretches three cum-soaked fingers to you, an unspoken code for "suck." you open your mouth obediently, sucking your salty juices off his slim digits. 

"fuck," he cusses, eyes blown out wide in lust. "so fuckin' obedient for me, hm? such a fuckin' whore for your master."

you let go of the fingers in your mouth and nod. 

his non-wet fingers grip the bottom of your skirt. "off. now." 

"yes, master." you feel his eyes pierce you, watching you unzip your skirt and panties and let them pool around your legs. he holds you steady as you step out of the garments and toss them to the side. 

"sit up." he taps the desk lightly.

"it'll get w-w-" 

"did i stutter?"

"n-no, master."

he hums while you acquaint your bottom with the cold, hard wood of his desk.

"colour system, love?" his voice gets soft and he breaks the hard persona. his eyes are gentle, searching yours for any speck nervousness or hesitancy.

"green for 'i'm good, keep going,' yellow for 'slow down,' and red for 'stop.'"

"and if you can't speak?"

"three taps for red, two for yellow."

"what's your colour right now?"

"green, master."

his face hardens at the title. "always a good pet for me, aren't you?"

you nod. "yessir."

he spares another glance at the clock on the wall. "you're going to be a fucking good slut for master in the next 7 minutes, understand?"

"y-yessir."

"what was that, pet?"

"yessir."

"better be. spread." his fingers gesture to your legs.

he kneels before you, your drenched core spread out and on display for him at eye-level.

"so wet," he marvels, making your face heat up. like this, you're completely exposed to him; your breasts free from your bra, nipples hard against the cool air, and your pussy glistening under the light of his office.

he licks a long stripe up your folds, testing the waters. by now, the original intensity of your previous orgasm had worn off; despite this, when his tongue met your clit, you found yourself reaching for his hair, gripping it tightly. he groans into your pussy, poking his appendage through your folds and administrating kitten licks up and down your inner lips to slurp up whatever juices were left. the teasing doesn't last for long, however. he starts to suck harshly on your clit, making you buck into his face in overstimulation and surprise. you cry out at his unceasing ministrations, tugging on his hair and your toes curling. the overstimulation is too much; pain mixed with white hot pleasure blinds you. the lips closed against your clit go hard; you're not even sure how katsuki can breathe going at such a pace. the pain starts to blend into pure pleasure. you throw your arm over your mouth in attempt to stifle your noises, eyes shut tight. you feel tears line your eyes as you cum again, katsuki's tongue pressed flat against your pussy. the pleasure is five times more intense now; you cry out, sure anyone standing outside heard, and clutch katsuki's hair as you recover from your orgasm. your pussy convulses violently, and you pant in a similar manner.

"k-katsuki- master- i-" you breathe hard.

"one more for me, okay?" he rasps into your ear. "i know you can take it, kitten. so good for me..." his chin and lips shine with your essence.

you nod, spreading your sore legs further apart.

"colour?" he checks, hands starting to reach for his belt.

"green."

he nods and unbuckles, pulling his pants and boxers down to reveal his cock. katsuki leans in, hot breath fanning against you as he peppers kisses on your clavicle.

"you're gonna be a good cocksleeve for master, yeah? gonna be all fuckin' tight and wet for me?"

you whimper a shaky "yes," the head of his cock nudging your folds.

he eases his full length into you, the stretch always being something you always need to get used to. katsuki's not particularly girthy, but for what he lacks in girth he makes up in sheer length. he pushes in gently; it's clear on his face he wants nothing more than to ravage you, but he understands your needs.

"f-fuck," you gasps as he bottoms out. 

"ring ring ring," the tone of katsuki's phone rings through the room.

you lean over the desk, reading the caller id.

"it's horikoshi corp?" you say to katsuki.

"pick it up." there's a mischievous gleam in his eyes, but there's no time to dwell on it before you pick up the call.

"is this the office of ground zero?" a male voice asks through the line.

"yessir-" katsuki starts moving inside you, to which you bite your lip. "h-how can i help you?"

"this is regarding the meeting scheduled for today?"

"y-yes?" you gasp, flinging a hand over your mouth as bakugou starts thrusting into your core roughly.

"i'm terribly sorry to say this, but it appears that our boss has come down with food poisoning from lunch."

"don't- don't worry about it-" your knuckles are white gripping the edge of the desk, and you're slightly bent over it.

katsuki continues to hammer into you, speed increasing quickly.

"could we reschedule to friday, at 1:30pm?"

your mind skims through katsuki's friday schedule. "u-um... y-yes-! that can be arranged..." you're not sure if he can hear the wet slapping noises coming from your end of the line - but the thought of him knowing your dirty deeds with katsuki made you even wetter.

"alright, thank you!" the man sounds relieved. "goodbye."

"bye!" you half slam the phone down on the receiver, chest heaving.

"it's your lucky day, huh, kitten?" katsuki purrs smoothly. 

you nod, pressing yourself onto his desk so you're bent over it for him.

"such a fucking slut," you can hear the pride in his voice. "you like that, yeah? i can feel you clenching all around me. you're my fuckin' cockslut, right?"

your head bobs rapidly up and down. "yes, master- i'm-" you feel the familiar heat start to bubble in the pit of your stomach.

"don't you dare fucking cum yet," he growls in your ear, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust.

he presses you even harder into the desk, your breasts pushed up against the cold wood. 

"k-katsuki...!”

"my little pain slut, isn't that right?" 

"y-yes-! f-fuck, master-" 

he slaps your clit, making a loud, wet sound resound through the room.

it almost sends you over the edge. almost.

"don't- cum-" katsuki grunts in between thrusts.

you're so close it almost hurts. the pleasure overwhelms you; you shut your eyes tight to distract yourself, but you can only hear the sound of katsuki's heavy breaths and his cock slamming into you.

"katsuki- master- please, i can't-" tears start to form in the corners of your eyes. the pleasure is just too much, beating into you incessantly.

"you can, and you will," he orders, voice firm.

"k-ka- ka-" you blubber, tears dropping from your cheeks. you know you won't be able to hold it much longer; your pussy aches in need of release. "pl- pl, ka-"

"cum." it was the only word you needed to find yourself toppling off the edge, euphoria rippling over you violently.  tears stream down your cheeks, cum gushing from your heat. you're as limp as a doll in katsuki's arms, slumped against his desk. your pussy throbs, contracting violently - somewhere amidst your orgasm, katsuki had finished as well. your cheeks are wet, blouse thrown somewhere on the ground. your breathing is shaky as katsuki picks you up, stroking your hair delicately.

"hey, honey," he kisses your forehead softly.

you mumble incoherently, eyes drooping shut.

"you did so well for me... i didn't hurt you, did i?"

"no, 'suki.... 's good.... i liked it a lot..." you nuzzle into him, his body warmth comforting. katsuki smells of vanilla and caramel, a sweet combination that feels undeniably like home. 

you don't remember many of the next events well; everything blurs into a haze. you feel him gently thumbing your tears away, slipping your skirt and panties on and buttoning up one of his extra dress shirts on you.

the last thing you hear is a gentle "i love you," and before you know it, you're drifting asleep.

[skyandseaofsurprises]

I Will Leave You Words- Kaz Brekker

Summary- A young boy and girl, met in the darkest valley, away from each other, to see the stars and moon. When they caught a glimpse of each other, they exchange and left some few words for each other.

gif is by @crowbrekker​ <3 so.... this is my first kaz brekker fanfic so pls be considerate lmao and my first post in tumblr, for that matter. idk i had this idea in my head so i decided to make a tumblr account in the middle of the night :) fanfic’s inspired by Je te laisserai des mots- patrick watson’s song and I LOVE IT SM AND I NEED ANGST. + i’m still half way of the books so this might be a lil ooc so sorry anyways here we go!! (i changed the age of kaz when they moved to ketterdam so instead he and jordie moved in ketterdam around the age of 5 and not 9)

   What such good lies it was what came out of your mouth. Love, the most unexpected thing for such Grisha like you. A Tidemaker, and a powerful one. Your parents had died when you were a kid, and you were taken to the Darkling’s services. Such good power like yours needs help. He’d told you. You, being a scared and naive girl at the moment, didn’t see the evilness in his grey eyes, and you let him train you. For years you were in his army, fighting.

   But you wouldn’t forget your life before your parents had died. You were all living in Ketterdam, and it may not be the best place to live when you are a runaway Grisha, but it was alright for you, it’d felt like home, or how you define home is.

   Your parents were runaway Grishas; Inferni and Heartrender. They did not want to be a part of the war, and so they run, ran with their powerful Tidemaker child, you because they knew Darkling would want you to be in his side if he ever finds you, and that will certainly not be happening as long as your parents breathe.

   While you were staying in Ketterdam, your family had lived in a small apartment, inside the shadows where no one can find you easily. You weren’t allowed to go out seeing as Ketterdam was dangerous, and your parents were the only ones to go out to get some money and food.

   You obliged their orders and stayed in your apartment. The apartment was small, but it was still neat for one to live in. Whilst your apartment was located on one of the darkest alleys of Ketterdam, your apartment was tall, yet small, enough that you could see the stars twinkling underneath the shining moonlight, You’d rest your little cheeks on your smalls window and stare at it, the longing, sad stars reflecting back on your kind and tired eyes.

   And then, all of the sudden, you had found a boy, lost and scared, on the alleys of your apartment. You were fast and logical enough to hide underneath your table; Remember, my child, Ketterdam and its people is not one you would trust. This man was a stranger and was probably just lost. So she hid.

  She stayed there until the boy seemingly climbs to the top of the others apartment roof; using its back stairs. There the boy sat quietly and comfortably, watching the stars. You blinked, why would a young boy, your age, climb up one rooftop just to watch the stars?

  You never knew why, but the boy’s name was Kaz Brekker, and his mother would sometimes take him on top of the highest grounds near their farm to watch the shooting stars. He seemingly turns around when you were peaking out the window, staring at him in awe.

   He’d stared back, and he had smiled at you. You froze and felt your cheeks hit up as you subconsciously. closed your windows and flopped on your small bed. 

   That was the start of the nights you’d see him. And you kept seeing him.

    Je te laisserai des mots     I’ll leave you words

   For over the years, he’d go to the alley of your apartment, to watch the stars. You guys were now 8, kids who met at 5, and you started to interact with each other for over 3 years. You’d been able to sneak out when your parents weren’t home, and lay a note on the ground of the rooftops, and wait until the unknown boy would be there, and he, too, would leave you a note of words and poems and dreams.

   “Do you like the stars, too?”   “Stars are wonderful, don’t you think?”   “Yes! I’m Y/N L/N!”    “Well, hello, I’m Kaz Rietvield.”

    Every wakening of the breezing nights, you kids would interact with each other by sending little notes to each other, every night in your 3 years of friendship. You, still yet not allowed to explore the world and was only ever inside your apartment, would send him waves and smiles that could light up the world in distance. He’d blushed, look back at the stars, and would read your letters. Your smile could light up the world, seeing as it lit up his life.

  Living in Ketterdam as orphans weren’t easy. Jordie Rietvield, his beloved brother he’d told you about in one of his letters, was going back and forth to jobs, just to keep them alive. Jordie had sent Kaz off to school as he works. Kaz, after schools, would go sit by the rooftop right opposite where Y/N’s window is and would leave her notes about his day.

   Everything was alright in their little world. Until it wasn’t.

   Y/N’s parents were dead. They caught the Queen’s Plague. It seems as though Kaz Rietvield and Jordie Rietvield had, too. The last time she’d seen them was when they were taking their bodies out on the ocean.

   You’d cried. He was dead. Her friend from the other sides of the stars and darkness was dead. 

   You snuck off a ship headed towards Ravka, and when you were sent off to Keramzin, you had been tested as a Grisha and was taken to Os Alta, where they trained you in combat and how to use your Tidemaker magic- or science- or whatever, you never really cared. As for Darkling, he’d become your mentor, like a father. He’d tell you stories he uses to know when he was a kid and will help you in your Tidemaker skills.

    En sous de ta porte     Underneath your door

   You were living a good life, but you never forgot the face of one dead person. Kaz Rietvield. You’d still send letters on Ketterdam, even if it was pointless to send letters to a dead man. You always addressed it to that apartment and made sure the letters were sent. You were being crazy; sending notes to someone who would never. . . no, who could never, again, read your letters, your stories, your dreams, and the stars.

   After the wars of Ravka, you travelled around the world, in disguise, still. You is still yet to trust everyone after what happened to the Darkling. After you went to different places of the world, your last destination was Ketterdam, the home of the lost, the home of the stars, and your home.

   En sous de la lune qui chante    Underneath the singing moon

   Whilst you were in the ship headed towards Ketterdam, you were looking at the sea, where your parents’ and a certain young boy’s body now lied within. You slowly bent down, the tip of your nails touching the seawater as you started to play with it, tears forming on your eyes. You were in the middle of the ocean, above was the moon, and you started singing for the lonely, peaceful moon.

   It wasn’t great to be back on the sea of the dead beloved ones.

   When you arrived at Ketterdam, the first thing you had noticed was it was darker, now as dark as the once alley of your apartment where you- Again, there it was again, thinking about the dead. Everything seems to remind you of him.

   And so, you went straight to that alley of where you lived, seeing it pitched black. Of course. You’d grinned. You looked up at the starry sky and see the twinkling eyes you once dreamed of seeing again in your Ravka days. It feels good to be back.

    Tout près de la place où tes pieds passent     Near the place where your feet pass by

   You stayed in the middle of that alley, not noticing a dark shadow watching you over your apartment’s roof. That shadow seemingly furrowed their eyebrows when you decided to walk to the stairs of your neighbors' house, where you dreamed of going to just to see a certain boy.

   Because of the dark, starry nights years ago, you never truly saw what he looked like, but you knew he had ebony hair, and a smile you will never once forget.

   When you arrived, you saw that your letter wasn’t there, and started to look everywhere, eventually climbing on the rooftop. There it was in front of you, the most beautiful shooting stars you’d ever seen. Wow, you thought. This was the best view of the stars in Ketterdam, no wonder he chose to pick this spot. You smiled to yourself, looking at your apartment’s window, seeing it empty. You smiled sadly, imagining your old self looking back at you, the orange light behind you making your whole body more noticeable. And then you realized, that boy knows how you looked like, but you don’t even know how he looks like.

   You eventually left that valley. You decided to go to the place where they delivered letters around the world until you passed a club, a dark but loud club.

   The Crow Club.

   The Crow Club. That’s a funny name, you’d thought. You went inside and heard people gambling, drinking, and just having fun. You smiled to yourself, even in that pain and suffering you felt and saw 2 years ago, in the war, you were still the girl you once were.

   You decided to go to the bar side of the club and ordered a drink. You tied your magical hair in a low ponytail as you waited for your drink until a Zemeni man had appeared beside you.

   “And what’s a pretty lady doing here, all alone?” The Zemeni tried to flirt with you, adjusting his coat and ordering a drink.

   You smiled kindly at him, taking your drink as you look at him, “Thanks for the flattery, Zemeni. Y/N.” she said.

   The boy smirked at you, “Jesper Fahey, at your service.”  he winked playfully again. You did not notice five sets of eyes looking directly at you and one boy whose eyes stayed on yours for the rest of the night.

   He remembers. He remembered all of it. Your letters. Your dreams. Your hair. Your smile. Your eyes. The stars. . . all of it. He didn’t need a reason, but when it comes to you, he had every reason why you were the most amazing and spectacular girl ever.

   His crows found your letters scattered on Kaz’s table when they were planning their Ice Court Heist, and he was forced to tell them who you were, (after some death glances and threatening threats.) He remembers it all like it was yesterday.

   Kaz Brekker also remembers that day, when he was alone in the sea, the body of his brother dead, as he thought of you to keep him calm, as he thought of you. . . as he made you his reason to live.

   When he was back ashore, Jordie had haunted him, and he couldn’t go back to you anymore, not knowing you had already left. And so, years later, when he’d finally become Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands, the Bastard of the Barrel, he came back to that dark alley, seeing all your letters from Ravka.

   Caché dans les trous de temps d’hiver    Hidden in the holes of wintertime

   He kept all of it. Hidden. Safe. It was his one memory of you, and if that letters got destroyed, you would only be living in Kaz’s head, full of memories of Jordie and revenge, and he couldn’t bear to make that happen.

   Kaz never replied. You were safe. Alive. And that is what he wants.

   Until he saw you in the bar, until his brown eyes looked into your Y/E/C’s. Until he saw you, truly, not the girl hiding behind her window. Until he saw you close. Until you were finally there.

   And yet, Kaz still felt like you were stars and oceans away from each other. Maybe it was always like that. Darkness and distance in between you and him. Maybe it was bound to happen, either way.

   But Kaz didn’t want to believe that, and he actually convinced himself that he was cursed, never to loved, and to be loved. The memories of Jordie came flooding in, the water drowning him again.

   Until you looked back at him with that smile of yours he used to remember. One that reminded him of the stars. One that reminded him of a boy that once loved the stars and one girl who also loved the stars.

   You furrowed your eyebrows at him, and Inej Ghafa, his wraith, who was sitting across from Nina Zenik, planning the heist, looked at the frozen man on the stairs.

   She smiled softly; she knew you. Kaz would always send her to get some important letters of his on a dark alley, where you were an hour ago, and she saw you.

   Kaz was still looking at you. And you were looking at him. Now, the water was gone, Jordie’s haunting eyes were gone, and it was just you. And your wonderful smile.

    Et quand tu es seule pendant un instant     And when you’re alone for a moment

   Unbeknownst to you, you didn’t know he was the infamous Kaz Brekker, named like a boy you once knew, Kaz Rietvield, but you didn’t need to know that. He didn’t need you to know that. Kaz Brekker would fall if you left him again, and so, he approached you after composing himself.

   He was Kaz Brekker and you were Y/N L/N. Not Kaz Rietvield and Y/N L/N. 

  Kaz promised to himself he would send you notes and letters, but he couldn’t find himself to do so. He didn’t want you seeing the boy who had once loved the starry sky, now a monster full of revenge. A greedy man of power and money.

   He wanted you to remember that boy you met years ago to be the same boy. Kaz Rietvield was dead, Brekker wasn’t.

   “Would you leave me words, too? ‘Cause I feel like I’m the only one contributing to this friendship.”   “I promise, then. I will leave you words as you do.”   “Hooray! Now, look at the stars! It’s a new one! The brightest!”

   I will leave you words. You and Rietvield promised each other, but not Brekker. Oh, no. This was another love story to tell in another lifetime.

   Embrasse moi    Quand tu voudras

[onewithnomightypowers]

clandestine (chapter 1)

PAIRING: Tom Holland x fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Y/N is an up and coming actress, married to a once hotshot actor, Harrison (Haz). What happens when her co-star, Tom, makes her realise that she is stuck in a loveless marriage. A marriage starts crumbling and a new romance stars brewing.

Chapter 1: too wise to trust

A/N: y/n is bisexual but not paired with a women. the characters have been aged up. the characters in no way portray how these ppl are in real life. i do not encourage cheating. i hope you guys like it as much is i do. if you want to be tagged them pls tell me. also comments are appreciated as they motivate me to write more and i love to know how you guys feel about the story.  

warning: cursing, mention of miscarriage, mention of sex, mention of cat calling, angst. fluff? 

word count: 1.4k

important: character thoughts are bold and italic, flashback is in italic

masterlist   series masterlist   chapter 2

She picked up her makeup bag from her vanity and started walking towards her empty suitcase which was wide open on her bed. “What time is your flight?” Haz asked while walking into their bedroom. “I think it’s at 6:30 in the evening but the car will be here to pick me up at 4”, she replied whilst folding her clothes.

“So we have at least an hour to us”; he pulled her by the waist and started kissing her neck. She tried pushing his chest away but failed miserably. “Haz, I’m not in the mood, please stop”

“Fine. But you have been saying that for months now”, he was frustrated.

She ignored his words like always. 

He was right. They hadn’t had sex for at least five months now and it was starting to gain on Harrison. Their marriage, which had been ‘couple goals’ according to the internet, was now slowly falling apart. It was clear that Y/N was falling out of love but she couldn’t find grounds for it. She couldn’t reason it by making him the villain because he was a good man who, in theory, had done nothing wrong. Though, to her, it felt like he had. Maybe he didn’t love her enough or maybe all had gone astray when they had lost their baby last year.

“Will Tom be there?” his words felt like venom, entering her bloodstream.

She placed her hand on her forehead, trying to indicate that she did not want to have this conversation or the inevitable fight, again.

“Of course he will be there, he is my co-star. You should get off the internet, it’s feeding you poison”, she said in an almost nonchalant way. Trying her best not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction to his name. His name, which did not mean anything to her. Tom was her colleague whom the internet liked to ship her with, but he was just a friend. Haz found it hard to believe this because the internet told him so. Their relationship was so far gone that he had no other way of knowing what was going on in her life. 

His wife was so far gone. She was as distant as the sun is from the moon. The distance left coldness between them. The kind of cold that you feel when you pass a stranger. She was a stranger to him and the only reason he could think of was that she and Tom were having an affair. This was not true, but the ache in his soul found comfort in painting Tom as the villain. 

“I don’t believe you”, Haz spat out.

She threw her heels inside the suitcase in anger. “What do you not believe? That Tom is my co-star? Is that what you don’t believe?” her voice was louder than before.

“I don’t trust him.” Haz matched her voice.

“Do you trust me?”

Trust? Her? How can I trust a stranger?

It was his turn to ignore her.

She zipped her bag, put on her shoes, and left the room. “Fuck you”, she cried before slamming their apartment door and leaving for London.

--

Y/N had first met Tom at a cast and crew dinner in New York, six months ago. Greta, the director, had invited both her and Haz but he had decided to opt-out of the ‘fancy’ dinner. Y/N was excited to meet her new co-stars and mark the starting of a new project, a new phase in her life.

It was cold in New York, she figured she shouldn’t wear a dress. She put on black stockings underneath blue bell-bottoms to keep her warm. She wore a dark grey American Eagles t-shirt and over that, a tan leather trench coat. She liked commuting via subway because she believed ‘nobody gives two shits about who is sitting next to them on the train’; and a town car was much slower, especially when it had been snowing. She stuffed her heels in her purse and wore her commuting shoes.

Tribeca to West Village was a good ten minutes train. Her travel was mostly uninterrupted except for the catcalls which felt like the usual to a native. Just before ringing Greta’s doorbell, she got out of her Converse and wore her heels.

Y/N entered a packed house. Almost everyone was there and she was late. But someone was to arrive even later than her. She examined the room, everyone was mingling with each other. She didn’t know anybody there except Noah Baumbach from the time she auditioned for ‘marriage story’. She didn’t get the part but still loved the movie. She realized Tom was missing.  

Greta pulled her into a conversation about when the production of the movie would start or something like that. She wasn’t really paying attention. She was so eager to meet Tom that her eyes couldn’t stop roaming around the room, trying to find him, and just when she thought he wouldn’t show up, he did. 

Everybody’s head turned towards him when he entered the living room. It was as if every person in the room wanted him, including her. His dark brown hair, falling into place like a domino, had snowflakes in them.

“Excuse me”, Greta gave a small smile to Y/N and walked over to Tom. She greeted him and politely touched his back. “Now that everyone is here we should take the party to the dining hall”, she said in a loud and cheerful tone.

Following Greta, everyone started moving towards the dining hall. Tom sat right across Y/N on the grand dining table. “Hi, I’m Tom”, he introduced himself in his thick British accent. “And he’s English”, Y/N said, adding to her list of things she found captivating about Tom.  

“And?” Tom gave her a confused look.

Shit. I said it out loud.

“I-I mean hi, I’m Y/N”, she tried to cover up her mistake.

His dark brown eyes on her, made her thoughts run wild. It was wrong enough to feel right. The dinner was served and small groups of conversations were taking place. Somehow the whole table took on the topic of bisexuality. Y/N felt obligated to take part in the conversation, being part of the community herself. 

“I think bisexuality is a gateway to being gay”, Tom said to the whole table.

“You’re being bi-phobic, Tom”, Y/N called him out. All eyes were on her now.

“And how do you know that?” Tom asked Y/N.

“Because I am bisexual, and any decent human being would know that”

“Are you calling me indecent?”

“No, I’m calling you bi-phobic”

“But aren’t you married to a guy?”

“That doesn’t change my sexual orientation, and you’re being bi-phobic. Again.” There was silence, everyone was listening carefully. 

“Okay, so please explain to me how I’m being bi-phobic?”

“Just the fact that you believe bisexuality is a gateway to being gay and me being married to a guy, means my bisexual card has been revoked, portray your biphobia”

“I am a little confused”, Tom said while reaching for his wine glass. 

“Someone who is bisexual is attracted to both men as well as women. It isn’t a gateway to being gay, it is a legit sexuality of its own”, 

“Hmm, I suppose I stand corrected. I’m sorry if I offended you or anyone. I will go home, do the research and try to be more open-minded”, said Tom, smiling.

“Good”, Y/N said, feeling accomplished and impressed by Tom’s ability to accept his mistake.

Haz would have never accepted that he was wrong.

Y/N felt wonderstruck. Blushing all the way home. She hoped Tom knew how enchanting it was for her to meet him. She wondered if someone was waiting for him at home, like someone was waiting for her. She wasn’t quite sure whether Haz was waiting for her to reach home or not.

She reached home to an empty bed. Not knowing what to make of it, she got ready to sleep. 2 AM and Haz was still not home. She didn’t try to reach him because she knew all phone calls would go straight to voice message and all messages would go unreplied. She closed her eyes, feeling indifferent towards Haz. Even in her sleep, her mind echoed Tom’s name. She was unaware of the treacherous road ahead of her. And that gave her comfort. His thought gave her comfort.