#the reality of the situation is that every time someone like me sees you guys doing that

[massy2ly]

Style and Fadel: These two are playing a weird and dangerous game

Kant and Bison do everything they can to maintain their act and appear sweet, loving, harmless and truthful. Kant as way to dodge danger and Bison as a means to escape his reality. Their relationship is riddled with lies and pretence as both try to drift away from the truth at all cost.

Style and Fadel on the other hand? I’m very very confused because they way they interact in ep 5 is so telling, so honest that you get the impression they’re sending a clear message to each other: « I know what you suspect that i know about you and what you know. And here’s what I want you to know about where I stand on the matter. »

I saw a comment on TikTok that said « Style was one Fadel’s smile away from revealing Kant’s plan ». Very accurate and it applies to Fadel as well. All the warnings he gave Style in ep 5 were CRAZYYYY for someone who fought so hard to conceal his identity. This man is not trying anymore and is even preparing Style for the truth. I believe he’s been testing him throughout ep 5. However, since Style continued not being thrown off by Fadel’s ominous words and rough, reserved attitude, going as far as showing support and giving advice, he’s like… maybe this guy can actually handle me.

It helps that Style acts like he knows something. Despite knowing the risks, he can’t help expose himself (just a littleeeee) and back Fadel into the corner with probing questions. As I said in my previous post, his feelings for Fadel are overrunning his fear. Style, curious as he is, would definitely try to unravel this man in order to make up his own mind, regardless of Kant’s opinion. Is this guy a monster or is he stuck in this wrong path? Is he at peace with what he does or does he dream of a way out?

He was basically saying: « I know that you’re not who you’re pretending to be, I know that you’re dangerous and difficult. I want you to let me in so that I can be sure that my love for you is real, that I’m not leading myself on by settling for the pieces of you that you’re allowing me to see. »

Remember that with Style, what you see is what you get. He’s an all or nothing type of guy which explains why he needs to be the 💯. This is not about the car anymore so that goofy act he pulled to get Fadel is gone. Now you see an easy-going man who, by nature, hates confusing situations and being in the dark. Not to forget that he’s probably new to the whole LOVE thing, which makes him restless and conflicted. He’s already struggling sm with keeping that secret and is risking his life by throwing hints, just to crack through Fadel’s walls. He needs to see the whole picture, he needs to figure out his feelings and to know where he stands with the secretive man he caught feelings for.

Anyway, these two were soooo sus and obvious in ep 5 that they left me gasping every time they talked. That last scene ??? Hello ?? Just lay everything into the open at this point. It felt like a game of who’s going to let their secret slip first.

They’re both itching to let loose, so desperate to trust again and to love freely. The combination of a repressed guy who longs for connection, vulnerability and a safe space / a blunt, uncomplicated and transparent man who’s learning to care for someone other than himself.

[acupofinkedblood]

Dom (Megaphone) x reader

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

• Everyone across Inpherno knows about the Flipside brothers, because who wouldn’t? They have everything that everyone can dream about: Fame, fortune, talents…And do I have to mention their status as royalty as well? Firebrand’s grandsons — Valk and Dom — that’s who they are, are gifted with the path of celebrity since birth. Their fanbases are everywhere in every single factors, just a mention of their names can get the paparazzi going wild. They shine bright as the sun and the moon, so it’s understandable to think that there is no such thing as a miracle for someone like you to have a chance in a relationship with them, right? After all, you’re just the little stardust

• Or that was what you used to think. Fate is such a joke, isn’t it? Yet it has brought you from one surprise into another. And this one, my dear, is probably the best favor fate has granted you without a warning ahead

• To think that you actually have a chance with one of the most famous hotshots of all Inpherno, you might think that you’re just dreaming after a long day at work. But when you wake up again, the realization just hits when you find out that you’re currently lying against one of the most worldwide idols known to every demons out of all people while he is holding you close against his chest. That’s your reality now my dear, you have done the thing you thought was impossible: You are in a loving romantic relationship with one of the Flipside brothers!

• You don’t really understand how did that happen, but that’s still good news nonetheless. Whether it’s you noticed at him first or he noticed at you first is quite debatable. Who knows, you might have caught his interest first when he was in disguise. You don’t know how unexpected the event can turn out to be. Hell, imagine giving a guy you think that he’s kinda cute your number, and turns out he is an idol in undercover? Your mind is going crazy that night with mixed feelings, though you soon come into terms with it

• And for your information, he doesn’t just strike his luck immediately when the topic of letting you know who he is actually comes up. He is currently seeing you under his disguise, and keeps his actual identity away from you. Honestly it makes him feeling rather conflicted: On the one hand, he is able to freely express his opinions to you without having to put up a facade that he uses to appear in front of the public. The fact that you have made him genuinely feels like himself is endearing. But on the other hand, what is he going to do if you find out who he is? He definitely doesn’t enjoy being treated differently just because of his status, at least not from you. It will make things between you and him awkward

• Trust me, it doesn’t really make him less tense when he realizes that he actually loves you, in a serious manner. He wishes for you to know the truth, hiding things away from you just sounds wrong to him. I’m not exaggerating when I say he has to talk things out with his older brother not less than ten times in the middle of the night because he doesn’t know what to do. Then again, it’s not like he can keep this a secret forever, it’s just the matter of time before you get suspicious because of his reticent behavior. When he finally finds his courage, just so you know, he has spent who knows how long organized his thoughts in places. It’s definitely a long time period for him

• When he breaks the news, there are actually three scenarios. Although I’m going to assume the first when you were completely stunned by the news and had to take a moment to understand the situation at hands, then accept it after a while of sorting your mind out. It is quite the serious thing that he shares to you, and your reaction is valid. He trusts you enough to know that you won’t go telling everyone about this, and yes the pressure is there, but it’s still lovely nonetheless

• The other two are pretty odd in certain aspects though: First is that you actually have no idea what’s up with the showbiz and has no idea who the hell is Dom. Sure, you might have listened to his music before, but do you care who is the artist? Not really. Dom will be more than just shock when you just smile and understand his career as an idol without making a fuss over it like he thought you would do. Honestly Dom might be a bit of a drama queen when you don’t know who he is. Then again, all is well. Second is when you just smile and tell him you already know who he is. Let’s face this, with your observations in this specific case, he doesn’t hide it that well. You just give him this knowing smirk while his jaw is on the floor. Well, your choice with the said scenario!

• Everyone knows him as Dom, but you? You know him as Megaphone. Dom is there on the stage, bathing in glorious spotlight with the applause from his supporters from everywhere from afar. But Megaphone is here with you, leaning his back against yours with a calm demeanor while talking about his interest lately with you as he can finally have some peace of mind without the paparazzi flashing his eye 24/7. You like Dom as an idol, but you love Megaphone as who he is. There is a difference in that, mind you

• You think this man is just as quiet and calm like how he portrays his image over the media? Honey, let me hold your hand when I break the news to you. Do I have to remind you how he just loves teasing the heck out of Valk over and over again whether there is a camera or not? He is that much of a prick in the most affectionate way ever around those he cares a lots about. When he is around you, he can finally be himself, and that’s the best part because it catches you off guard. You will understand why his brother wish you good luck with him, because goddamn, this man is definitely anything but mysterious as he wants himself to be behind closed doors

• Sure, he is still generally a reserved and soft-spoken individual who typically carries himself with an air of formality, showing little emotion to others when dealing with the outsiders. That doesn’t mean he just switch face immediately when no one is around. The similarities between his idol persona and himself are still there, but it’s just tamed down in this part and more expressive in another. He just seems more casual, if you understand what I’m going with

• He has quite an attitude, and pushy as well if I might add. He does pick up a thing or two from P. Bucket, especially a bit of her words choice. But it’s still in his default nature. He is made out of love and sarcasm, he just doesn’t show it too much in front of his fans. You however, get the taste of that clearly. Maybe it’s just how he gets his confidence from having privilege. Like, he is rich, he has an attitude and to top it all he has look and talent. Jokingly calling him a diva isn’t too wrong if I’m being completely honest with you. He does act like one, that’s for sure

• Valk — or as you also prefer to call him by his real name, Microphone — knows the thing between you and his brother. There is no room for argument that Microphone is more than supportive of the two of you. Knowing him, he will probably drag all of the stories about his older brother for you to listen. He personally doing so to get back at Megaphone for making fun of his height on the daily basis, considering this a little sibling bantering with love. You are in for a field trip with those personal tales. Microphone might update you on his brother if he is busy too — basically like when Megaphone is dozing off after finishing a tour and he can’t really text you — so rest assured, he got your back!

• Since Banhammer learned how to play a guitar from him and his brother, you know for sure that Megaphone is a jack of all trades whenever it comes to musical instruments or just talents in general. His preferred instrument is the classic piano, just name your song and he will play it almost immediately after a few seconds of mumbling the notes in reminders. If you ask him to play his song though, do expect that all high and mighty grin on his face as he obliges your request. He has the right to be proud of that

• Of course, he has to be in a disguise when he is hanging out with you or just stepping out of his place without being disturbed. The last thing he wants is the paparazzi tailing him like crazy when he is going out to see you. Risking his image is one thing, but he doesn’t play about your safety. If he wants to see you, he has to be extra careful about it because he can’t be sure if there is anyone around that will notice. He loves spending time with you in person whenever he is free from work after all

• Megaphone loves to dress up for special events. You will be baffled when you see how spacious his dressing room is. He needs space to store those outfits after all. He has asked you to help him pick out his clothes a few times, mostly during when you two are doing a FaceTime with each other. It makes you feel inclusive too, it’s like you’re actually there to help him out. Sometimes you do have the chance to actually be there in the studio with him though. Sneaking in as a staff will do you plenty favors, just let him know beforehand so he can help you prepare. Just be careful, don’t draw too many attention to yourself

• Speaking of clothing, when he is spending time at your place, you help him deal with his binder as well. Yeah, those things do make him appear more androgynous to his liking, but have you ever wear a binder for too long? I’m speaking out of experience here because it can be so damn suffocating. Especially in hot weather. That’s just the prefect combination for a heat stroke. Plus, wearing a binder for a great amount of time does make him uncomfortable if we take his wing in account, not to mention his chest too. You help him take it off from time to time when he’s with you, and Megaphone just mutters out words of appreciation to you for that

• He actually has a fascination for avians, especially those like ravens or crows for their admirable intelligence. Although he doesn’t specifically own one, he still enjoys talking about them. Hell, he actually has this whole list of quirky traits of some birds he has done his research about in which he is going to share with you. It’s surprising to see your boyfriend just geek out all of the sudden when you’re asking him what type of bird is the one you are looking at. New thing learned about him, a win is still a win. On that note, he also likes birdwatching as well. He might take you to the quiet spot that he always goes out to relax just to see the birds there. Imagine him feeding the pigeons that surround around him like an old lady, it’s actually funny

• Actually has a huge sweet tooth like his brother, especially when it comes to chocolate. There are a few times he has a sweet treats before performing to keep his spirits up with enough energy too. If you know how to bake sweets, consider this man smitten for you immediately. If you have a specific kind of sweet that you always mention or carry around, maybe you might see him bring some of that and eat it before show as a good luck charm. It soon becomes a new habit of his, thanks to you

• About the nicknames that he gives you, some of it is pretty interesting since he might call you by your favorite flower or the sweet things that remind him of you. Megaphone is definitely creative with the nicknames stuff, so buckle up buttercup because he knows which of it will make you melt. And don’t get me started when he calls you by your real name like honey on his tongue. Let’s see how long can you keep your composure when he cooing your name by that soft voice of his

• He do have a hobby of writing poem. And now that you have officially became his beloved, he can read it aloud for you to hear. Most of the lyrics are his doing after all, which is why you know that his poetry skill isn’t one that should be underestimated. Some might be a bit corny considering that the topic is about his love to you after all, but it’s actually pretty beautifully written. And he won’t tell you this, but he actually still keeps a bunch of love poems he wrote when he first fell for you. He would rather do the tango than telling you that, it’s embarrassing to him

• Megaphone loves holding you close to him while mumbling sweet words in your ears. He is pretty big on physical affection once he has placed his trust in you, which you know takes him a lot of effort to not be afraid whether you might hurt him or not. You have his heart, and now you have his faith. When hugging you, he will use his wing to cover you in a protective embrace. Megaphone wants to let you know how much you mean to him, putting it into words is not enough, he wishes to make you aware of his feelings for you both verbally and physically

• Occasionally he still has phantom pain in his lost wing and eye because of the incident. Although it isn’t anything too new to him anymore as the pain slowly becomes more tolerable, it doesn’t mean that he won’t be able to feel the pain. Usually he will take medication for it, but you are more than welcome to help him massage his back gently if you want to. Just be careful, he might flinch a few times before, but soon his other wing will let you know that he has relaxed. He won’t tell you what happened, like how he wants to keep his parents out of topic of conversation, so you respect his wish and just let it slide

• Let’s get one thing straight, he will be away for tour quite often. That’s just the nature of being a worldwide famous idol that everyone adores. He still keeps in touch with you, even calling you after each finished performance of his to let you know that he’s doing well or not. If he’s in a rush, maybe just a few texts to let you know that he is a bit busy at the moment will do. Once he’s finished with touring around, the first thing he does is to face-timing you to let you know he will be back soon, or in the very least a voicemail will be delivered if he’s too tired

• Megaphone definitely spoils you rotten, and I mean it. He does that mainly to make up for his lack of presence around you because of his work. And money isn’t a problem for him, he is a famous idol and royalty, of course he will buy you anything that you set your eyes on which a swipe of his card like it’s just something small in price — and it’s in fact not small in price at all — and he does that with good intentions. Honestly he will buy you anything including a new apartment or jewelry if you let him, but then again, you’re pretty contented with your current life now so you don’t want to bother him much about materialistic issues

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Note: I have to dig through wiki and listen to a bunch of song with his vibes to write this. But in the end, it still worth the shot ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

Note2 : I thought Dom was older but turned out he’s younger this whole time- Like, they are the same age, but Valk’s spawnday is 22/2 which makes it obvious that he was born before Dom. Damn that was embarrassing (＞人＜;)

[pa-pa-plasma]

I feel like too many people don't understand that a bad person having normal human traits does not suddenly make them a good person

[certifiedyapperx]

imagine you’re dating ghost and no one knows. the two of you have kept it a secret on your end and his just for your protection— because ghost knows what could happen if someone finds out, how someone might try and target you to get to him, or worse, given his line of work.

but then imagine that he’s on a mission, interrogating some piece of filth ready to decorate the fucking wall with his brain matter when the guy says “you know what, simon, killing me would be the biggest mistake of your life.”

immediately ghost would pause, eyes narrowed, though his hardened demeanour wouldn’t fade much, he’d just blankly stare at the prick like “oh yea? n’ why don’ you tell m’ why.”

the shit-eating grin that would crawl across that fuckers lips would have ghost ready to kill him right then and there, but then he’d say “reach in my pocket. pull out my phone.”

id like to think ghost would have absolutely none of this assholes bullshit, not at all entertained by his theatrics. i’d like to think he’d just press the muzzle of his gun to the fuckers temple within an instant, all teeth barred and ready to get it over with when the guy would add,

“your girlfriend is a fucking beauty, isn’t she?”

everything would pause. ghost, time, the world, air, the universe itself—the life that would drain from ghosts face would almost be enough to make his alias a reality. his heart pounding in his throat, his fingers fucking trembling as he immediately reached into the assholes pocket to find his phone—a picture of a woman tied up (face not in view however) lighting up on the home screen. there’d be no thinking rationally, no thoughts in ghosts head except for making sure you were fucking okay. he’d do whatever he’d have to do, kill the guy, leave him strapped there, whatever—he’d be out of that room in two seconds flat and personally flying the helicopter back to your house calling you nonstop every fucking second until you answered.

“hello? si?”

he’d wait a second before answering. taking everything in. background noises, the inflection of your voice. it sounds calm, maybe too calm? he’s grasping his phone so fucking hard it’s a miracle it hasn’t shattered between his fingers.

“princess,” he breathes, fighting with everything in him to keep his voice steady. “see any birds today?”

though it was a genuine question, it also was an established one. ghost had set up a series of questions for a situation precisely like this. if you said blue jay, it meant you were fine, at home, as usual. if you said crows, it meant you weren’t.

“oh just the usual blue jays, si.” he could almost hear the smile on your lips. “everything okay? i miss you.”

ghost would exhale a shattered breath. “i’m coming home.”

and then he’d show up, not all but a few hours later, hands still trembling slightly, heart rate still struggling to regulate. it was too much, reminding him too much of his past traumas, he knew he needed to find better protection for you, but that was a conversation for another time.

he’d come in the house, barely even taking the time to shut the door behind him, almost frenzied again, relentless, unable to relax until he could finally lay eyes on you. and then, the second he did, he’d just pause and look at you, all messy hair and pyjamas still on, in the kitchen cooking breakfast for you both since you knew he was on his way.

and he wouldn’t say a goddamn word, he’d just come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, hugging you so tight you’d hardly be able to breathe, his face buried in your hair and his heart thumping at your back. you’d feel the pain the fear the anxiety radiating off him and you wouldn’t try to say anything because you knew he needed this, you knew he needed to see you, hold you, feel your pulse stable and alive. you knew he just needed a moment to breathe.

and so the two of you would stand there like that for a while, and then he’d take a big inhale and spin you around to face him, pulling up his mask to plant soft kisses on your jaw.

“i love you so fuckin’ much.”

[solxamber]

Kidnapped(?) - Malleus x reader

You were sick of the taxes imposed by the aristocrats in your already poverty stricken village. Your idea of a solution? Kidnap their young master , and make them reduce taxes as the ransom, of course. Only problem is that you went into the wrong manor and kidnapped the wrong young master.

crossposted from my ao3!

It’s far too late for a sane person to be awake, let alone breaking into an aristocratic manor, but here you are, perched atop a wrought iron fence. You inhale deeply, the cool night air doing nothing to calm the wild thudding of your heart. Sure, you’ve trespassed on fancy estates before—who hasn’t?—but this time, you’re aiming high. Really high.

Tonight, you’re going to kidnap the young master.

It sounded less ridiculous in your head, but the village’s plight had pushed you this far. Unfair taxes, people going hungry, all thanks to the greed of the lord’s family holed up in their luxurious estate. Someone needed to stand up for the people. That someone just happened to be you.

You’d never kidnapped anyone before, but how hard could it be? Grab the rich guy, ask for a ransom—specifically, less ridiculous taxes—and stroll away like a hero. Easy.

The manor looms in front of you, all dark windows and dramatic architecture. It's almost too easy to slip past the guards. You start to wonder if they’re just really bad at their jobs or if this is some elaborate setup. Still, you can’t help but smirk. You’re so good at this, it’s almost criminal.

Well, it is criminal. But you know, details.

Inside, the place is eerily quiet. Every shadow seems to be watching you as you slink through the halls, making your way toward the young master’s room. You’ve heard the rumors—aloof, cold, basically allergic to feelings. Intimidating him into compliance? Piece of cake.

After a few minutes of creeping around like a ninja, you find a room with the door slightly ajar. A faint light flickers inside. Jackpot. You steady your breath, grip your very intimidating (okay, slightly makeshift) weapon, and push the door open.

Sitting at a desk, seemingly unfazed by your dramatic entrance, is the young master.

“Ah,” he says, turning slowly to look at you. There’s a glimmer of... curiosity? in his eyes. “A visitor. How... unexpected.”

You blink. This is not going to plan. Where’s the panic? The yelling for help? The appropriate reaction to being ambushed at night?

Determined to salvage the situation, you wave your weapon and try your best "intimidating kidnapper" voice. “You’re coming with me! I’m here to kidnap you, and if you want to see your precious manor again, you’ll lower the village taxes!”

There’s a beat of silence.

The young master raises an eyebrow. “You’re kidnapping me? How... amusing.”

Amusing? You falter. “This isn’t a joke,” you insist, shaking your weapon for emphasis. “I’m serious! Ransom, taxes, starving villagers—ringing any bells?”

Instead of, say, panicking or fleeing, the young master stands up from his chair, all calm and composed, like this is a perfectly normal Tuesday night activity. “Very well. I suppose I should humor you.”

You blink again, utterly at a loss. “Wait... you’re just agreeing to this?”

“Of course.” He tilts his head, giving you a strange, intrigued look. “I’ve never been kidnapped before. It sounds rather... interesting.”

And just like that, he strolls toward the door as if this is his idea. You scramble to follow, wondering what exactly you’ve gotten yourself into.

As you lead him through the estate, you’re still grappling with the bizarre reality of the situation. Here you are, attempting to kidnap someone, and the guy is practically rolling out a red carpet for you.

“You know,” you mutter, glancing over at him, “most people don’t just let themselves be kidnapped. It’s not really how this works.”

He turns to you with a serene smile that’s entirely too pleasant for a hostage. “Why should I resist? You don’t seem the type to harm me.”

You narrow your eyes. Is he flirting? Intentionally or not, this guy’s nerve is off the charts.

“I didn’t catch your name,” he says suddenly, voice smooth as silk.

“I’m not giving my name to my hostage,” you snap back. This is Kidnapping 101.

“Ah, of course.” He nods, clearly amused. “Then I’ll introduce myself instead. I am Malleus Draconia.”

Your stomach drops to the floor. Malleus Draconia. THE Malleus Draconia. The name practically vibrates with power and danger, and you suddenly realize you’ve made a colossal mistake. You haven’t kidnapped the young master of the manor—you’ve kidnapped the prince of the fae.

“Oh no,” you mutter, horror creeping into your voice. “Oh no, oh no, this is bad. This is really bad.”

Malleus watches you with mild amusement, an eyebrow raised. “Why the sudden distress?”

You whirl on him. “You’re Malleus Draconia! I— I wasn’t supposed to kidnap you! This is a mistake—like, a huge mistake. I’ll just let you go and we can pretend this never happened, okay?”

But instead of looking concerned, Malleus just smiles wider, a wicked little gleam in his eyes. “Let me go? But I’m having so much fun.”

You gape at him. “You... want to stay kidnapped?”

“Indeed.” He seems completely unbothered by the sheer absurdity of the situation. “It’s been quite some time since I’ve had such an engaging evening.”

Well. This is officially the weirdest night of your life.

The night only gets stranger when you run into his retainers.

“Young Master!” a voice bellows, and you look up to see a tall, green-haired fae charging toward you, fury in his eyes. “What is going on here?!”

Before you can even explain, Malleus casually steps in. “Ah, Sebek. Allow me to introduce my kidnapper.”

Sebek freezes mid-charge, eyes wide. “Y-Your... kidnapper?!”

Malleus nods with an unnervingly calm smile. “Yes. Isn’t it wonderful?”

Sebek’s brain seems to short-circuit, and he storms off, shouting something about telling Lilia and Silver. You groan, burying your face in your hands. “This is a disaster.”

Malleus, of course, chuckles softly beside you. “On the contrary. I think it’s rather amusing.”

Of course he does.

By the time Lilia and Silver arrive, you’ve already resigned yourself to your fate. At least they’ll make your execution quick, right?

But Lilia just grins mischievously, clearly enjoying the spectacle. “Well, well. This is certainly the most interesting kidnapping I’ve seen in centuries.”

Silver, on the other hand, just raises a brow. “He seems to be enjoying himself.”

Malleus smiles at you, as though being abducted by a random stranger is the highlight of his week. “Quite.”

You’re about to protest when Malleus turns to his retainers with a firm nod. “I’d like to speak to my kidnapper alone.”

Sebek looks like he’s going to explode, but Malleus’s sharp glance shuts him up. Lilia throws you a wink as they all leave, and just like that, you’re alone with the fae prince. Again.

Malleus steps closer, his calm mask slipping just a little. “You know, I’ve grown quite fond of this little adventure.”

You blink up at him. “Are you serious?”

He tilts his head, lips quirking into a smile. “I propose a deal. I’ll help your village with the taxes. In return, you’ll... continue kidnapping me.”

Your jaw drops. “Wait... you want me to keep kidnapping you?”

“Yes. It’s been rather fun.” His eyes twinkle with amusement. “What do you say?”

You sigh, rubbing your temples. “This is the weirdest deal I’ve ever made.”

Malleus grins, entirely too pleased with himself. “Wonderful. Now, shall we shake on it?”

And so, your bizarre, extremely non-traditional kidnapping arrangement begins.

Every few days, it’s the same: you sneak into his manor (more like casually walk in, since he always leaves the window open for you now), and the two of you embark on whatever adventure catches your whimsy. Sometimes it’s sneaking into human markets where Malleus marvels at the mundane—like street food or ridiculous trinkets. Other times, you explore abandoned castles with winding, forgotten hallways that echo with untold stories.

It’s almost normal now, the way he expects you to “abduct” him with little more than a raised eyebrow and a soft chuckle as you half-heartedly demand his presence for another outing. The most feared prince of the fae is now, apparently, your willing partner in crime.

The first time you take him to a local fair, though, you realize just how out of his element he truly is. Malleus spends a good twenty minutes, completely entranced, watching a cotton candy machine.

“Is it... magic?” he asks, his (very pretty) eyes locked onto the swirling pink clouds as the vendor twirls the sugary fluff onto a stick.

You can’t help but laugh, the sound coming out far more amused than you intended. “Nope. Just sugar spun into fluff. You’ve really never seen this before?”

Malleus watches the process with a reverence usually reserved for ancient relics, finally accepting the cotton candy as if it’s some kind of delicate treasure. He takes a cautious bite, his expression lighting up like a child’s.

“Incredible,” he murmurs, his voice filled with awe. “It dissolves on the tongue.”

You bite back another laugh at the sight of this powerful fae prince, someone who commands fear from almost everyone around him, completely taken by spun sugar. “Glad you like it.”

After that, it’s a night of him eagerly trying every strange, sticky fair food he can find, utterly fascinated by things as simple as corn dogs and funnel cake. You can't decide if it’s endearing or a little embarrassing, but either way, you’re having more fun than you’ve had in a long time.

As the weeks pass, the more you look forward to your little "kidnapping" escapades, and that in itself is a whole other problem. Malleus’s wide-eyed curiosity about the human world is... strangely adorable, and while he’s still every bit the regal fae prince, there’s something endearing about the way he asks you questions about everyday things with such genuine interest. He’s surprisingly easy to talk to, his quiet intelligence making for great conversation—when he’s not completely sidetracked by things like human street food.

The more time you spend with him, the harder it becomes to ignore the truth creeping up on you. You’re starting to fall for him. It’s ridiculous, and yet... here you are.

Of course, not everything goes smoothly.

“Human!” Sebek shouts dramatically one afternoon as you and Malleus return from yet another outing. “How dare you abduct the Young Master again!”

You roll your eyes, half-expecting this by now. “Sebek, I’ve told you before. He wants me to kidnap him.”

Sebek bristles, sputtering indignantly, his green hair practically standing on end. “Lies! The Young Master would never allow—”

“Sebek,” Malleus interrupts, his tone calm, but with that unmistakable edge that immediately silences his retainer. “I went willingly. Again.”

Sebek’s jaw drops, looking like someone just told him the sky isn’t blue. “But... Young Master...”

Malleus gives him a slow, deliberate look, his lips curving into a faint, almost predatory smile. “You should try it sometime. You may find it... enlightening. Although,” he turns to you, his voice soft but with an unmistakable possessiveness, “you’ll have to find another human. This one is already mine.”

Your breath hitches as Malleus’s words hang in the air, and you can't help but feel your heart skip a beat. Sebek, meanwhile, looks utterly scandalized, his eyes wide as saucers. Lilia, who has been watching the whole thing with far too much amusement, claps Sebek on the back.

“Don’t look so shocked,” Lilia chuckles. “Let them have their fun.”

Sebek looks like he's about to explode, but instead storms off, muttering something about propriety, while Silver smirks quietly from the sidelines.

One night, after another "kidnapping," you find yourself sitting beside Malleus on a hill overlooking the village, the faint glow of the fair still visible in the distance. The stars hang bright overhead, and there’s a soft stillness between you as the cool air nips at your skin.

Malleus’s voice breaks the quiet, low and thoughtful. “You’ve given me more than I expected.”

You glance at him, curious. “What do you mean?”

He turns to you, his dark eyes holding a depth you hadn’t seen before. “Companionship. I hadn’t realized how much I longed for it until... until you.”

Your heart does something funny at his words, the raw sincerity of them tugging at something deep inside you. Without thinking, you reach out, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face, your fingertips grazing his skin. The air between you seems to still.

“I’ve grown... quite fond of you,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable.

You swallow, feeling your pulse quicken. “Malleus, I—”

But before you can find the words, Malleus leans in, his eyes never leaving yours, and you feel the warmth of his hand gently cup your cheek. The world seems to fade away as you both hover there, caught between anticipation and something more.

“I do believe,” he whispers, his lips brushing against your skin as his eyes darken with something you can’t quite name, “that I’m falling for you, my little kidnapper.”

Your heart stutters, and before you know it, you’re closing the space between you, your lips meeting his in a soft, tentative kiss. For a moment, everything else ceases to matter—no fair, no adventures, no strange arrangements. Just the two of you, finally giving in to the pull that’s been drawing you together for weeks.

When you pull back, breathless, Malleus smiles, and it’s the softest, most genuine smile you’ve ever seen from him. “Does this mean,” he says, his voice still low and teasing, “you’ll continue kidnapping me?”

You laugh softly, feeling the warmth of his words settle deep in your chest. “I suppose I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

Malleus grins, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. “No, I suppose not.”

And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

This is my first time posting here so i have no idea what i'm doing and the formatting is probably off because i'm on mobile but i'll slowly figure it out.

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BOYFRIEND | quinn hughes

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based off the song boyfriend by ariana grande

summary: every summer without fail you and quinn fall back into old habits... you two aren't official but the feelings are there.

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i'm a motherfuckin' train wreck i don't wanna be too much but i don't wanna miss your touch and you don't seem to give a fuck

all of your life you had four loves. there was shitty reality television, your home state-michigan, your summers at your familys lake house, and then there was quinn hughes.

you had always loved him even if you hadn't recognized it yourself. back then, both of your parents would make little comments about how they're going to end up together one day! but when you stayed in michigan and quinn moved to vancouver everything changed.

when quinn left school to pursue hockey you assumed that your friends with benefits situation would fizzle out. but it hadn't. and so youre left wanting as you watch the brunet boy trapeze around his backyard - greeting boys he'd seen countless times over the hockey season while you were stuck at school.

when you finally do catch this eye, he waltz over with a shit-eating grin. "hey, haven't seen you in awhile," he teases, pulling you under his impressive arm. you stumble into his side with practice ease and quinn tilts his head to look down your solo cup. "the fuck is that?"

you hold the cup over your head to where you assumed his lips would be, "i dont know jack made it - 'could be anything,"

quinn reaches for the cup and takes a measured sip. "that'll kill you," he winces, spilling the cups contents on the grass and tossing the cup along with it.

you sigh, peeved. quinn did this thing where he assumes he knows what's best. "i was actually drinking that,"

"yeah, yeah, i'll get you something else," he says distractedly as someone from across the yard flags him down.

just as quinns about to leave again you grab his arm and pull him back to you. even though you're embarrassed to ask you lower your voice and whisper, "when am i going to see you again?"

quinn pauses. "like, are we gonna..."

you remain silent, not wanting to say what you truly want. it was easier to hint at your forays instead of being honest about things. "i'll catch up with you tonight, promise" he kisses the underside of your wrist before shouting playfully to someone in the distance.

i don't wanna keep you waiting but i do just what i have to do and i might not be the one for you but you ain't about to have no boo

an hour later you wander inside the boy's house to grab yourself a refill. there was still no sign of quinn - and so you decide to unwind a little bit before the night truly got underway. every year the guys would host a party to reign in the end of the season. guys from across the country would travel and spend a week in michigan celebrating with packs of zyns, cases of beer, and endless rounds of golf.

"zyn?" trevor zegras says as he holds out a small white pouch towards you. you shake your head no and trevor shoves the circular box back into his short pockets.

"i heard he's single," a girl to your left whispers loudly to a group of her friends. trevors head turns instinctively,but you pay the group of girls no attention.

"ten bucks they're talking about me," trevor leans down and whispers.

"twenty bucks they're not," you announce back and then the two of you messily shake on it. you probably shouldn't have gone to jack for a refill on his concoction but quinn was taking too long so...

"well quinns hot so if he is single, i'll try it," you're not sure what it was exactly but your face heats up regardless. beside you, trevor groans and fishes his wallet out of his back pocket.

youre pretty sure he tries to hand you a wad of crumpled up ones but you were no longer paying attention to trevor or your bets. instead, your focus shifted to a gorgeous blonde hyping herself up to go and talk to your best friend.

'cause I know we be so complicated but we be so smitten, it's crazy i can't have what I want, but neither can you

"alright... i know they're wrinkled but cash is legal tender..." trevor trails off obnoxiously and thus you grab hold of his ten dollars clenching your fist.

"i'll see you later?" you call out distractedly, solely focused on the blonde approaching quinn across the room.

you ain't my boyfriend (boyfriend) and I ain't your girlfriend (girlfriend) but you don't want me to see nobody else and I don't want you to see nobody

it was wrong to use others for personal gain but you were sure there had to be an exception for making somebody jealous. plus, it wasn't like quinn was a saint either.

you vividly remember how quinn chatted up some girl in your class two years ago at a frat party. it was a shitty thing to do, considering how much you complained about that particular girls work ethic after she left you hanging on a group project.

the next morning, quinn had stopped by your apartment to apologize with a bouquet of peonies in hand. you had reluctantly forgiven him, but because the two of you weren't exactly exclusive the fight dissolved on your tongue before you could even properly fight about it.

"hey baby," you tease all your syllables - making sure the baby really rings out in tune. quinns smile doesn't falter at your emergence, instead, he grins as his attention turns from the blonde and onto you.

"y/n," he glances between you and the new girl. you'd have to work for his attention a little more than you'd like to tonight. "as i was saying..." quinn resumes his conversation with the girl slowly, trying his hardest to piss you off.

a tuft of dark black hair peeks it's way through your peripheral and your head immediately turns to find alex turcotte standing alone a few feet away. "turcs!" you call out in the same teasing tone you'd used on quinn and alexs attention is immediately focused on you.

"baby!" he yells jovially, and you could not have planned something better yourself. baby, was a nickname assigned to you after a particular summer in which you were obsessed with dirty dancing. you had pranced around the house to its soundtrack and forced anybody who was around to dance with you - all embarrassingly bad imitations of patrick swayze.

you dont turn to acknowledge quinns reaction but you imagine it as you sway your way over to alex. quinns face would be scrunched up in annoyance, and his eyes would darken just a tad to accompany his scowl. if there was one thing quinn hated more than he liked teasing you, it was you teasing him back.

"so strong!" you laugh loudly, gripping onto alex's arm. his hand brushes across your lower back and you smile brightly when he leaves it resting there.

"you really know how to work a guy, huh?" he laughs before removing his hand altogether. "what are you drinking?" he asks then, shifting tones dramatically from flirtatious to friends-since-childhood.

"i don't know jack made it," you hold the cup up to his face and he recoils with a scuff.

"you're going to be so sick tomorrow,"

you take a sip of your drink before glancing back in quinns direction. his dark eyes were still trained on you but the blonde was still at his side. flirting with alex was truly petty. both you and quinn knew nothing would ever come of it but it was still fun to get him riled up anyway.

but you ain't my boyfriend (boyfriend) and I ain't your girlfriend (girlfriend) but you don't want me to touch nobody else baby, we ain't gotta tell nobody

"want to get me something else?" you ask with a soft voice and you hope it carries to where quinns standing.

alex looks at you momentarily before shaking his head quickly. "uh, yeah, yeah let's go to the kitchen..." you take the lead in your venture to the kitchen and alex slinks his arm around your waist.

you barely make it out of the living room before quinn interrupts your path. "hey man, its been awhile," his smile is strained as he reaches a hand out to alex. the two greet each other and the flashes of disappointment on quinns face is evident when alex doesnt take his arm away from your body.

"where ya two heading?" he asks.

alex hits his solo cup against yours and a slosh of molten liquid rolls over the rim of your cup and onto your new white shoes. "this one needs a new drink. jack made her another one his his "concoctions,"" alex laughs easily but quinns face is entirely tense.

you stay silent.

"oh, i can take her," quinn says with a slight edge.

"it's no worries i can do it," alex assures him with a small smile. "i think jacks in the kitchen and i wanna say hello," he adds when quinn makes no move to back down.

"uh, i just saw him go outside actually," quinn states and you wonder if you should interrupt.

the two boys stare at each other tensely and alex drops his hand from your waist. "i'll see you later baby?" alex mutters lowly, and your head spins from whatever moment you just missed right there.

you nod dismissively to alex and watch in silence as he rapidly walks out of the living room. "what was that for?" you ask quinn as soon as you turn to face him. as expected, his eyebrows were scrunched together and his face show small signs of annoyance.

"you need a drink," is all quinn responds with, and you follow behind him slowly as he maneuvers his way through small crowds of people.

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your vodka cranberry was slowly spilling its contents onto quinns hardwood floor as it lay discarded.

"your floors getting all wet," you mumble against quinns lips the second the two of you pull apart. his hair was messy and his cheeks flush when he notices you staring.

"dont care," he huffs, pulling your hips flush against his own. "'been too long sine i've seen you last,"

you kiss his neck teasingly, "the wood will get ruined,"

quinn sighs and pulls away from you. he strips his shirt off and lets it fall atop your discarded solo cup. his confidence was something that had grown over the years and you were pleasantly delighted.

"thank you," you whisper to him as he slides his arms back against you. you wait for him to say something - mention what happened downstairs but quinn remains silent.

instead, he leads you backwards to his bed with well practiced ease. the games you two play were fun when they ended up like this, but at the same time you felt a twinge for something more.

even though you ain't mine, i promise the way we fight make me honestly feel like we just in love 'cause baby, when push comes to shove damn baby, i'm a train wreck, too (too) i lose my mind when it comes to you i take time with the ones I choose and I don't want to smile if it ain't from you, yeah

the sun streams through quinns open curtains, blinding him momentarily as his eyes adjust to the morning light. when everything comes into focus the first thing he notices is your figure curled up on the other side of his bed like a cat. quinn stretches and despite the brief disturbance your eyes stay firmly closed.

downstairs the house was a mess. empty bottles and cups littered the wood floors and empty food wrappers crinkle uncomfortably under quinns tired feet.

"morning," jack says as soon as his older brother steps into the dimly lit kitchen. jacks sandy hair is tousled and if his undereye bags were any indication of how he was feeling... it was clear that he was unwell.

"you look like shit," quinn chuckles as he tosses jack a bottle of aspirin.

"gee, thanks." jack rolls his eyes but pops a pill nonetheless.

quinn fixes himself some toast and the two brothers sit in comfortable silence.

"where's yn," jack asks, nursing a yellow gatorade.

"sleeping,"

jack hums in acknowledgement. he stares inquisitively at his brother - silently hinting at what's going on between the blurred lines of quinns and yns relationship, but quinn ignores him.

i know we be so complicated lovin' you sometime drive me crazy 'cause i can't have what I want and neither can you

late the next afternoon after tirelessly scrubbing down the floors and tossing out empty cans, the group of hockey players and friends make their way onto the lake.

as always, quinn drives and docks the boat in the middle of the lake so the group could swim and yn could suntan on the hard, white seats of the boat.

quinn wasnt an idiot. he knew that his best friend was hot. the stolen glances and not-so-subtle double takes weren't lost on him as his friends ogled her. she was undeniably gorgeous and someday their relationship wouldn't be enough anymore. she would eventually want more, and quinn wasn't sure he'd be able to give her a relationship she deserved from two thousand miles away.

you ain't my boyfriend (boyfriend) and i ain't your girlfriend (girlfriend) but you don't want me to see nobody else and i don't want you to see nobody

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"what's the deal with yn and quinn anyway? have they always been so... intense?" alexander holtz asks between shooting pool.

jack sighs, "yeah theyre always like that. i wish they'd just get over whatever they've got going on and get together already. its honestly painful to watch," jack jokes tensely.

alex tuts, "i wish she were available"

another guy hums, "she's a total smoke show,"

"ew, shes like our sister," luke pipes up.

"your sister maybe," someone laughs. "she ain't mine,"

quinn silently turns away from the rec room to find you.

but you ain't my boyfriend (boyfriend) and i ain't your girlfriend (girlfriend) but you don't want me to touch nobody else baby, we ain't gotta tell nobody

"hey," you smile sweetly at quinns presence. he stares at you simply before sitting down on the decksteps next to you. he frowns when you set your book down beside you and you press your knee to his in an attempt to calm him. "what's wrong?"

quinn sighs deeply. "i just - i dont know. what are we doing?"

"what do you mean?" you ask even though you know where this conversation is heading.

quinn gestures between the two of you, "we've... things are different now,"

"i don't know what you're talking about," you say, genuinely taken off guard. "if this is about the party...?"

"we'd be an awful couple," quinn cuts in.

"who called us a couple?,"

"look, you're going to want more eventually and-"

you scoff. "are you going to actually talk to me? because i'm fine with out arrangement," you lie.

quinn stares at you with an unreadable expression. "look, it's not going to work"

"did the guys say something to you?" you bite. you reach your hand out to quinn but he pushes it away.

"no. i just don't think us being... involved... is a good idea anymore,"

"'involved'" you say sarcastically. you've been hooking up for three years now.

quinn stands up suddenly, "yeah. it's over - i'm over it,"

"okay?" youre defiant. "don't come begging to me when you see me with another guy - or when you need a quick lay. god, youre such an asshole!"

i wanna kiss you (yeah), don't wanna miss you (yeah) but i can't be with you 'cause i got issues yeah, on the surface, seem like it's easy careful with words, but it's still hard to read me

quinn didn't know why he shut everything down. he didn't want to - not really anyway. it was all so stupid and he shouldn't have reacted at all.

Stress high when the trust low (mmm) Bad vibes, where'd the fun go? (Oh) Try to open up and love more (love more) Try to open up and love more

the two friends move around each other awkwardly and the tension in the house was palpable. you start to skip out on summer activities, and quinn no longer seems to enjoy driving out into the lake when you were no longer sitting by his side. everything felt wrong.

If you were my boyfriend If you were my girlfriend I probably wouldn't see nobody else But I can't guarantee that by myself

"you know what, i'm glad we decided to all us quits. you were totally right! we wouldnt have made a good couple - you probably wouldnt have stopped seeing other people," your tone is scorching as you finally catch quinn alone.

"yeah well considering your track record you'd probably have gotten with somebody else before i even boarded my flight back to van," quinns quick to defend himself - leaving you reeling.

"what the fuck are you talking about?" you seethe, letting all your emotions wash over you at once.

"alex, that guy from u of m, the fucking football player!" quinn stresses the names of the last two, knowing those were the guys you hooked up while you were both at school.

you throw your arms up in the air, "you are such a hypocrite! do you know that? like seriously. lets not go tit for tat here quinn because trust i'll win every time,"

"everything always a game with you,"

you stare at him blankly. "what are we doing then? you told me the jealously was fun, you were the one who led me to your bed last week! you didn't want to get into a relationship in a first place!"

"so did you! don't spin this back on me!"

"i never said that!" you yell, "and i never got with alex,"

You ain't my boyfriend (boyfriend, you ain't my boyfriend) And I ain't your girlfriend (girlfriend, I ain't your girlfriend) But you don't want me to see nobody else (nobody) And I don't want you to see nobody

"you might as well be," quinn tries to bait you but you dont respond.

tears well up in your eyes, "you said you didn't see us being in an actual relationship"

at the sight of your tears quinn starts to backtrack. "im sorry-"

"no, i started all this," you say, wiping away your tears with the back of your sleeve. "i'm sorry for getting mad at you - i'm done,"

"what do you mean youre done?" quinn responds, following behind you as you walk back into the lake house. as soon as the sliding door slams shut heads turn towards the two of you.

"you said you were done and i agree," you say simply, tears threatening to spill over as you catch sight of luke staring at you in confusion.

without another word you storm up the stairs and begin packing your suitcase.

But you ain't my boyfriend (boyfriend, you know you ain't my boyfriend) And I ain't your girlfriend (girlfriend, yeah, mmm) But you don't want me to touch nobody else (nobody) Baby, we ain't gotta tell nobody (oh yeah)

your hands grip the steering wheel tightly as you drive the fifteen minute trip to your parents house. it was over, finally over between the two of you.

You ain't my boyfriend (boyfriend) And I ain't your girlfriend (girlfriend) But you don't want me to see nobody else And I don't want you to see nobody

a week went by, and everybody presses quinn on why you left.

"i don't know guys, stop asking me about it," his answer stays the same, although his undereyes get considerably darker as the days go by.

But you ain't my boyfriend (boyfriend) And I ain't your girlfriend (girlfriend, yeah) But you don't want me to touch nobody else (nobody) Baby, we ain't gotta tell nobody

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[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

can you do some headcanons about no nut november with the league? like how long they would last??

i love your writing and thank you🙏🏻😭

This can be for both my series A Day in Life to just regular JL X Reader scenario, and both yandere and not yandere

Superman:

He could last three weeks if he wanted to, honestly

Like, if he's single, and not in love

But if you guys are together? The first week he has sex with you

Less than 7 days, I think, he won't deny you if you want to have sex

Batman:

He accidentally lasts two weeks

Accidentally? How so? Well, let me explain

I don't think Canon!Bruce is taking time off his very strict routine just to masturbate, so he probably just loses when he has to keep appearances for the public and have to go on a date with someone famous

Unless he's in love with you, then he masturbates on the second week, I give him 10 days

And if he's dating you? Pff, doesn't last enough to the end of the first week, five days maybe

Wonder Woman:

If this woman was actually into this dumb silly challenge, you can be sure she would win

Even if she's seduced

But Diana Prince, Princess of Themyscira, Amazon born from Clay, Daughter of Hippolyta and Zeus, one of the greatest heroes on Earth

Why would she do that?

Especially if someone catches her attention…

Could be anywhere from a day to a month, indifferent loss to accidental win

Green Lantern:

A week

Canon!Hal Jordan dates a lot, so you can't tell me his sex drive isn't high

And if he's with you and someone reminds him about this challenge? Doesn't make it 24 hours, just to rub it in the face of the people who are actually trying to win this thing

Like, you're there suffering while I'm here getting laid every time I can😘😜

But he's also Green Lantern, his will power is so strong that in canon, when he gives up his ring, and doesn't want to be part of the lantern cops anymore, a situation where he needed to save himself happens, and his mind creates a new ring, one that seems even more powerful than regular lantern rings

So if he wanted to, he would win

Flash:

His body could take the challenge, I think, fast metabolism and all

Fanfic writers be like: fast metabolism🔥horny all the time😈

But in reality, his body is acting so fast that he goes from horny to not horny in a matter of milliseconds, so he doesn't feel anything unless he slows down

But his mind?

If he's in love and dating?

You seduce him and he's gone, he's not gonna say no

And fight crime wouldn’t stop him, he can be back in a flash

So, depends on you, I think

Aquaman:

Three days, unapologetic

Wants you? Fucks you

You don't want him back? That's fine, he will just masturbate

He's actually smug that he "lost", like Hal Jordan

The real winner is actually the real loser if you think about it

Martian Manhunter:

I don't see him as a very sexual being, tbh

Like, he could go the whole month

But if someone wants to have sex with him? Then he will do it

Three weeks

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kate hcs? like what u did w nika plsss

・❥・- gf!kate hcs

warnings: harddd smut under the divider at the end and suggestive content :p

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a/n: i genuinely love doing hcs more than writing full on fics cause my lord i cannot write a whole story without going off track and ruining the entire thing… got carried away like always. also this is longgg overdue as well. i’ve been procrastinating everything and i feel bad for not releasing anything sooner like i promised. thank you for being patient w me lolz

i’m glad that we all agree… kate is theeee golden retriever girlfriend

i mean who wouldn’t say that

blonde masc that gives off happy vibes and literally has a tattoo that says ‘sunshine’

treats you like a real fuckin’ princess like she knows what she’s doing

okay kate lovesssss the kids

her and carson are so adorbs 💔

when someone asks her what her profession is she is not gonna say a pro hooper

shes gonna say that shes carson’s aunt 😭

def takes you over to kennedy’s house when she’s gone and makes you babysit carson w her 🥹

loves when they hold her fingers she thinks its the cutest thing in the world and you photograph the whole thing

spoils you fosho!!!!

mention one lil thing and shes buying it for you

new clothes, bags, shoes, jewelry, accessories. ANYTHING YOU WANNTTT!!!

yk how she likes tswift…

takes you to a concert for your bday if you do too

and wears that stupid cowboy hat 😒

but you guys would be matching soooo

DEFINITELY loves physical touch

hands hands handssss

they’re all over you in public like she is not afraid to show people you’re hers 😩

on your waist or hips. her fingers are always on you somehow

also does it romantically like she’ll intertwine pinkies with you and always holds your hand no matter the situation

the thumb thing is her favorite

loves pda foshooooo

i don’t think she’d be possessive but i feel like shes the jealous type

sees you w a girl at the bar or sumn and starts to FREAK!

she’ll sit next to you immediately and is touching you all over so that the girl goes away 😭

or shes burying her face into your neck and kissing your skin in front of her

WHEW!!!

everyone can disagree w me on this but i see her as lil spoon when you guys cuddle…

FIGHT ME ALL YOU WANT BUT THIS GIRL LOVEEESSSS WHEN YOU PLAY W HER HAIR WHILE SHE SLEEPS

kisses your neck or your collar while shes half asleep 😣

back rubs are her fav thing too

shes the one getting them tho cause she’s always so tense after practice and she believes that if you do it she’ll feel better already

we all know shes a passenger princess.

she probably has a car but refuses to drive it alone when you’re there cause she thinks she’ll crash it or something

lets you wear her clothes

if she was taller (most likely) she’d have you in all her shirts and stuff cause they look bigger on you

you think you shouldn’t wear anything under cause it hides everything anyways and kate agrees

in reality she just loves the easy access…

total baby when she’s drunk

and super clingy :(

arguments don’t happen often but when they do it ends real fast cause she knows how to calm you down 🥹🥹🥹

if anything though the arguments start cause its about something real stupid

teaches you how to play basketball if it isn’t your sport

can’t cook for SHIET!!!! burns eggs easily or somethin like that cause she can’t bring herself to learn

knows how to bake tho 100%

super adventurous

have you guys seen the pic of her zip lining… like she’s fearless when it comes to that stuff

hits the gym and weight room every fuckin day w you so she can build those arms 🤫

spots you when you think its too hard

KATE IS A MUNCH

ik y’all have seen that pussy eater jaw…

kisses are her thing as well

making out w you is the highlight of her night week day whatever!

initiates it all the time cause she knows you love it too

whines during it too me thinks…

when she needs you to shut up during it i firmly believe that she’ll kiss you to muffle the noises 😩

she isn’t straightforward but when she wants to she’ll make it obvious.

GROANER AND GRUNTERRRRR FOR SURE

cusses all the time

hard breather too

she’ll breathe out a bunch of words that you can barely hear cause of your own noises 💀 but you love hearing them cause you know she’s engaged

her strap game is crazy though i can tell…

feel like she’d sometimes just wear it for fun

she’ll wear it just for the looks and not to use it on you 😭😭

she doesn’t wanna have sex w you for her pleasure b/c during it, everything is about YOUUU

your pleasure >>>>> anything else

soft dom 100% but will also switch sometimes if thats what you’re feeling

especially after games like she loves having sex after cause she knows you’ll do everything for her

FUCKIN LOVES WHEN YOU RIDE HER ITS HER FAVORITE THING EVER

always grabbing your hips really tight when you do and theres always marks afterwards on them

and she likes seeing your face when you’re on top

missionary is her thing

eye contact during sex is important

to her at least

LOVES DIRTY TALKING

degrades you but only when you’re being cocky about something while she fucks the shit outta you

i don’t think she’d be aggressive but she’d be a lil rough when she’s upset

hickeys.

leaves marks EVERYWHEREEE

in the most visible spots so that people can see them when you two are in public

only happens during makeout seshes or when you guys are havin your own time tho

she so talks you through it.

always reassuring and asking if you feel good or not

“is this okay?” “does that hurt?” “it’s okay, baby. i’m right here, i promise” “take your time” lil things like that

praises you hella too

call me cringe or whatever

but she’ll call you a good girl if she has to…

when she eats you out she’s SOOO FOCUSED

quiet the wholeeee time but you can feel her getting all breathy against you

kisses your thighs after you cum so you know she’s still there 😞❤️

aftercare queen

she’s already cleaning you up and getting you a new pair of clothes or running a warm bath for the both of you 🥸

[thatoneweirdgirl17]

Okay I came up with this at work because I was left alone with my thoughts for 10 hrs.

Imagine a feyd x single mom reader except the baby is Paul’s. Reader used to be a servant in caladan and eventually her and Paul messed around, she approached lady Jessica in confidence for help but instead got sold off because Paul getting a servant girl pregnant was not part of her plan. Later feyd kinda saves reader from the a-hole who bought her but in reality he was there to kill the guy for betraying the baron and saw reader and decided he wanted her. He finds out she’s already pregnant but instead of killing her of getting rid of her he kinda hides her away so he can have his own secret lil family (maybe as a way to cope with the childhood that was stolen from him). Feyd has his harpies protect and hide her and the baby and over time the girls bond (baby is having the worlds most protective and feral aunties). Eventually reader tell feyd who the baby’s dad is and explains how she ended up at the a-holes house. Feyd finds the situation hilarious but still decides to protect reader and raise the baby as his own (not really out of love but more as a jab at Paul like haha I have your toys but they do eventually grow to care about each other, maybe not love but definitely a codependency). When the baby is born he immediately becomes attached to her (I must protect this tiny creature) which is a new emotion to him.For a couple of years baby girl grows up seeing feyd as her dad. Eventually the events of dune happen and right before Paul is about to stab him, feyd says something along the lines “ go ahead and kill me in front of your daughter”. Paul is understandingly confused until a lil 4-5 year old comes running out to feyd screaming daddy and using the voice to make Paul back off. Everyone can instantly see who her biological father is since she has his hair, eyes and is able to use the voice. Feyd would definitely have a shit eating grin when Paul learns that his mother is the reason his daughter grew up without him. Paul tries to approach her but she turns her head and says to feyd “daddy I wanna go home” and Paul’s heart just breaks at the realization that he lost his daughter before he even knew about her. Paul can’t kill Feyd since he would loose his daughter even more and they basically create a custody agreement where Paul can come and visit her every month.

Please if someone turns this into a fic tag me so I can read🙏

Edit: I am planning on writing this out but give me some time since it will be my first fanfic since high school

@dreamlandcreations @triluvial @austinbutlerslovers @sansaorgana @purejasmine @sebastianswallows

Update

I finally had time to start writing this and although it’s my first fic I’m really proud of it. I ended up making a second account with the intent to only post fics there to make things easier for myself. If you’re interested in reading I’ll add a link under this.

[waitforyrlove]

˙ . ꒷ introducing personal trainer ! drew . 𖦹˙—

meeting personal trainer ! drew for the first time.

he was everything, the kind of face you only see on screens, plastered across the internet, his name etched in the credits of blockbuster movies. He was untouchable, a admiration you could only admire from afar. But then, like a joke, the universe aligned in the strangest way. Through some twist of fate—or your mom’s ability to network with his mom—Drew wasn’t just a distant person anymore. He was here, in your orbit, as a personal trainer assigned to you.

it was the kind of collision that could split universes.

you arrived at the gym, your heart thudding like a bad drum solo, the weight of it all pressing heavier than anything. The place was nearly empty, a quiet stage set for an encounter that felt both surreal and terrifying. He wasn’t just the guy from your screen anymore, he was in flesh and bone, waiting for you in a space where every little thing could happen.

you gripped the door handle and paused. This wasn’t just a meeting. This was like stepping into a parallel universe.

you stepped inside, the cool air of the gym hitting your face like reality itself. The place smelled of fresh rubber mats and faintly of sweat—you scanned the space, your breath catching when you spotted him.

he wasn’t posing for a camera or performing. He was leaning casually against a weight rack, scrolling through his phone, his jawline sharp enough to cut through your nerves. His hair was tousled in that effortlessly perfect way. He looked up as you entered, his face breaking into a smile that made him seem… normal, almost.

“You must be my new client,” he said, his voice warm and inviting. Not rehearsed. Not scripted. Just real.

you nodded, suddenly hyper-aware of every move you made. Did your gym clothes look okay? Were your sneakers too scuffed? Could he tell you’d Googled him for hours last night, trying to prepare yourself for this moment?

“Don’t be nervous,” he added, as if reading your mind. “Everyone starts somewhere.” He motioned for you to join him, his tone as casual as if you were old friends meeting up instead of a star and some random gym-goer linked by their moms’ ability to link.

you walked over, still trying to believe this was happening. He picked up a clipboard and scanned it like he’d done this a hundred times before, but you couldn’t help wondering what was going through his mind. Was this just another gig for him? A break from the spotlight? Or did he see this as a chance to be… normal, even for a moment?

“All right,” he said, looking up at you with a grin. “Let’s start with something easy. How’s your stamina?”

you almost laughed out loud at the question. Not great, you wanted to say, considering it had taken all your emotional reserves just to show up today. But instead, you nodded and stammered, “It’s… okay, I guess.”

Drew’s grin widened, and he grabbed a pair of light dumbbells. “Let’s warm up. And don’t worry, you’re in good hands.”

you didn’t know if it was the charisma, the absurdity of the situation, or the way he spoke like he actually believed it, but for the first time, you let yourself relax. Maybe, just maybe, this collision of worlds wasn’t as terrifying as you thought.

the warm-up was harmless enough—light weights, stretches, and a jog on the treadmill that had your legs feeling slightly wobbly. he kept it professional, guiding you with the calm authority of someone who knew exactly what he was doing. Still, every time he brushed past or adjusted your form, you felt like a live wire, your body hyperaware of his presence.

the came the squats.

“Okay,” Drew said, grabbing a barbell and loading it with what looked like a manageable amount of weight. “Squats are all about form. It’s not about how much you can lift—it’s about doing it right. Otherwise, you’re asking for an injury.” He turned to you, his smile teasing. “And trust me, I’m not letting that happen, yeah?”

you nodded, trying to focus on his words rather than the way his fitted shirt clung to his chest, his abs more predominant than ever. He positioned you in front of the squat rack, stepping closer than before. “I’m going to check your form,” he said, his voice low and deliberate, “so don’t freak out if I adjust you a bit.”

your pulse quickened as you slid under the barbell, your hands gripping the cool steel. You tried to focus on the instructions—feet shoulder-width apart, core engaged—but it was impossible with Drew standing so close, his presence magnetic.

you lowered into the first squat, your movements stiff and uncertain. “Not bad,” he mutters, his voice warm. “But you’re leaning forward a bit too much. Here.” He stepped behind you, his hands lightly grazing your hips. The contact sent a jolt up your spine.

“Relax,” he said softly, his tone soothing. “i’m just helping you align.” His hands guided your hips back slightly, his fingertips firm but careful. He was so close now that you could feel the heat radiating off him, his breath brushing the back of your neck as he spoke. “Imagine you’re sitting down in a chair—hips back, chest up. Got it?”

“Y-yeah,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. You dropped into another squat, this time following his adjustments. His hands lingered for a moment, steadying you, and you swore you felt his thumbs press slightly as if to reassure you.

“Perfect,” he whispers, his voice dipping just enough to make your stomach flip. “you’ve got it now.”

you straightened, trying to calm the pounding in your chest, but he wasn’t done. “Let’s do a few more reps,” he said, stepping even closer. “and I’ll spot you to make sure you stay balanced.

you swallowed hard and lowered again, the weight pressing down on your shoulders. This time, Drew’s hands hovered near your waist, ready to catch you if you wobbled. His voice was steady, guiding you through each movement. “Nice, controlled. That’s it.”

with each rep, the air between you seemed to grow heavier, charged with something unspoken. On the last squat, your legs trembled slightly, and Drew’s hands quickly caught your waist, steadying you before you could stumble.

“Hey, I’ve got you,” he said, his voice close to your ear now. His grip was firm, his fingers pressing against your sides just enough to ground you. For a second, you were aware of everything—his strength, his scent, the way his body seemed to align perfectly with yours.

you straightened up, the barbell returning to the rack with a loud clang. Drew stepped back, giving you space, but the look in his eyes lingered—a flicker of something that wasn’t entirely professional.

“Nice work,” he said, his smile back, though his voice carried an edge of something deeper. “you’re a quick learner.”

you tried to play it cool, wiping your palms on your leggings, but your heart was still racing. Maybe it was just the workout. Or maybe… it wasn’t.

his words hung in the air, laced with that playful undertone that made it impossible to ignore the tension building between you. He stepped forward again, just enough to breach your personal space, as if testing an invisible boundary. His eyes searched yours, a glint of mischief sparking behind them.

“I bet I can push you just a little more.”

your breath hitched, was he still talking about training?

before you could answer, Drew reached past you, his arm brushing yours as he adjusted the barbell on the rack. His proximity sent a shiver down your spine. “How about we finish with one more set?” he suggested, his voice dropping an octave. “This time, we’ll add a little more weight. You up for the challenge?”

“I… think so,” you managed, though your voice came out shakier than you’d intended.

“Good,” he said, stepping back with a sly smile. “But we’re doing this together.”

your brows furrowed. “Together?”

he nodded, already removing his hoodie to reveal a snug tank top that clung to his toned frame. “A little extra motivation goes a long way.” He gestured for you to get into position under the bar. As you did, he stepped behind you once more, closer than before.

“This time,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate, “i’ll hold the bar with you. Don’t worry—I’ll take some of the weight if it gets too much.”

your heart was hammering in your chest as you slid your hands back onto the bar. You felt his hands move next to yours, his grip firm and steady. His body was so close now that you could feel the warmth radiating off him, his chest just barely brushing your back.

“Ready?” he asked, his tone making the word feel loaded.

“Yeah,” you whispered, though it came out more like a breath.

“Good,” he said, leaning closer, his breath grazing the shell of your ear. “now let’s make this count.”

as you lowered into the squat, Drew followed, his body moving in perfect sync with yours. His hands remained firm on the bar, but you couldn’t ignore the way his chest seemed to align perfectly with your back, his presence both steadying and electric.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice smooth and encouraging. “keep your core tight. I’ve got you.”

when you rose, your legs trembling slightly under the weight, Drew didn’t let go. Instead, his hands shifted subtly, his fingers grazing yours. “You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for,” he murmured, his tone carrying a hint of something more than just encouragement.

you glanced back over your shoulder, catching the flicker of heat in his gaze. For a moment, the gym seemed to fade away, the sounds of clanging weights and distant music muted by the intensity of the moment.

“You okay?” Drew asked, his lips curving into a smirk that was equal parts concern and challenge.

“Yeah,” you said, your voice a little steadier now. “Let’s do one more.”

his grin widened, his eyes never leaving yours as he leaned in just a fraction closer. “That’s what I like to hear.”

you weren’t sure whether it was the workout, the proximity, or the way his voice seemed to wrap around you like a promise, but as you lowered into that final squat, you knew one thing for sure—Drew wasn’t just pushing your limits in the gym. He was blurring the line between professional and something far more dangerous.

[ginxyy]

His Little Secret 🤍

When Seungcheol’s younger sister is drawn into a dangerous attraction with his charismatic bandmate, Mingyu, the lines between loyalty and desire blur.

Bit of a long one guys. Been working on it for a few days. Hope you enjoy. ˙ᵕ˙

In the warm, dim light of the late summer evening, the air surrounding you feels electric. The sun dips low on the horizon, casting a golden glow over everything it touches, while the distant hum of laughter drifts through the open window. The music swells from the party happening just a few floors beneath you, a celebration of youth and dreams, but inside this room, wrapped in a bubble of your own creation, time seems to stand still.

He’s leaning closer, that intoxicating scent of sandalwood and something uniquely him filling your senses, and despite everything, you feel your heart quicken. Mingyu, the charismatic lead vocalist from Seventeen, stands just inches away; seeing him so close up sends a shiver down your spine. Your brother, Seungcheol, your steadfast guardian, has always had his circle of friends, and despite the chaos of the K-Pop world surrounding you, your heart can’t ignore the glaring truth you’re utterly drawn to him.

“Don’t tell anyone,” he whispers, his warm breath dancing over your lips in a way that leaves you spellbound. His gaze is dark and earnest, full of promise and hidden secrets, and your breath catches in your throat.

You’ve always absorbed their fame from a distance, living in a shadow where the spotlight rarely touches. As Seungcheol’s little sister, you were accustomed to being the ‘other’, the girl who took pictures of her brother with his famous friends. But here, in this moment, you feel seen. You wonder if he can feel the pull between you the earth-shattering collision of desire and danger that sets the world afire.

Mingyu laughs softly, a sound that caresses your skin, catching your moment of hesitation. It’s not just his talent that everyone admires. It’s his personality, effortless charm, and the flicker of mischief that dances in his eyes, pulling you in like a moth to a flame. Yet, despite the undeniable attraction, there’s an elephant in the room the fact that he has a girlfriend.

Your heart stutters as you contemplate the sinfulness of the situation. What would Seungcheol think if he knew? What would the world say? Yet, all these thoughts swirl around you, fevered and meaningless in the face of what’s unfolding. All you can focus on is the heat radiating from Mingyu, the tantalizing brush of his thumb against the corner of your mouth as he studies you with intensity that makes every nerve in your body hum.

In the confines of this moment, morality blurs, and the thrill of secrecy ignites something primal within you. “Promise me,” he urges, his voice lower, desperately smooth as he steps even closer, closing that final distance, and all you can do is nod, breathlessly caught in the web of this intoxicating moment.

His lips brush against yours, gentle yet daring, and you can barely contain the gasp that escapes. It’s electric. You lean in, boldly seeking the contact with a growing passion, and all else fades from existence. The world dissolves, collapsing into nothingness while your lips move together, creating a rhythm that feels ancient, like a song that had waited lifetimes to be played. You taste the truth of your secrets, your desires laid bare against the warm canvas of his mouth, the sweet yet dangerous thrill curling around your heart.

As the kiss deepens, hunger blooms, mixing with the thrill of the taboo coursing through your veins. Your fingers twine into his dark hair, feeling the strength of him, the way he pulls you closer, anchoring you in this surreal moment. You’ve never felt this kind of urgency before, a desire so primal it almost aches. It's intoxicating, overwhelming, and impossibly scary.

Yet with each passing moment, the weight of reality presses down upon you. Mingyu has a girlfriend, someone who is likely waiting for him downstairs at the party, blissfully unaware of this secret liaison. The thought twists your insides, dark and thorny, demanding you to stop. You pull away with a gasp, searching his eyes, wide with uncertainty and fear.

“Mingyu,” you whisper, the weight of the world creeping back in. “What about your girlfriend?”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, his expression shifting from passionate to troubled. “I know,” he admits, a shadow passing over his features. “But I never meant for it to happen like this.”

The tension hangs thick in the air, heavy with unresolved emotions. You should feel guilty, and part of you does, but every other part is consumed with the fire he ignited within you. The thought of never sharing this moment seems too painful, yet you’re both standing on the precipice of a secret, a forbidden encounter that could change everything.

In a sudden burst of courage, you take a step back, breaking the magnetic bond that had formed. “What do we do now?” you ask, your voice steady even as your heart races.

Mingyu looks at you, a mix of desire and concern reflecting in his gaze. “We keep it between us for now,” he says, determination etching his features. “But I... I don’t want this to end here. Not now, not ever.”

His words ignite a rush of warmth within you, filling the void of uncertainty with hope. There’s a chance in his words, a flicker of what could be, and the thrill of the unknown tugs at you, pulling you back closer.

“Alright,” you breathe, stepping back into his space, the intensity spiraling into something deeper, something breathtaking. “But it will be our little secret.”

He nods, his lips curving into a sly smile that makes your heart flutter.

As you step closer to him, your lips meet again, igniting the same electric spark that had consumed you moments before. This time, the kiss is deeper, more desperate, as if you’re both trying to pour every unsaid word and hidden feeling into it. His hands find your waist, pulling you flush against him, the heat of his body seeping into yours, leaving no space for doubt or hesitation.

You gasp against his mouth as his hands begin to roam, tracing the curve of your back with a touch that is both tender and possessive. His lips travel down your jaw, then to the sensitive skin of your neck, where he lingers, his breath hot and intoxicating. Your fingers tangle in his dark hair, urging him closer, wanting more of the fire he stokes in you.

“Mingyu,” you murmur, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. The sound seems to fuel him, his hands sliding lower, cupping you through your clothes. A shiver courses through you, your knees nearly buckling as he presses closer, his touch sending waves of pleasure rippling through your body.

The barrier of fabric between you is almost too much to bear. His hand slips beneath the hem of your dress, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of your thigh, drawing a soft gasp from you. He pauses for a moment, his eyes searching yours, seeking permission. The silent question hangs between you, and without a word, you nod, granting him access to the unspoken desires you can no longer deny.

His fingers slide higher, finding the heat of you. The sensation is almost too much, and your head falls back as he explores you with deliberate, expert movements. You bite your lip to stifle the moan threatening to escape, the reality of the party just a few floors below making the moment all the more thrilling and forbidden.

Every touch is a revelation, every stroke a promise of something you’ve never felt before. Your body responds to him instinctively, moving against his hand as he builds you higher and higher, coaxing you toward the edge with maddening precision. He presses his forehead to yours, his voice a husky whisper against your ear. “You’re incredible,” he breathes, his words sending another wave of pleasure cascading through you.

The moment builds to a crescendo, and when you finally reach it, it’s like the world explodes into color, every nerve in your body alight with sensation. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as he holds you close, his touch gentle now, guiding you back down from the peak he brought you to.

For a moment, the world is still, the only sound the beating of your hearts and the distant hum of the music below. Mingyu’s hand slides from beneath your dress, his fingers brushing against your cheek as he cups your face, his gaze soft yet intense. He leans in, kissing you one last time, slow and lingering, as if he wants to commit this moment to memory.

But reality creeps back in, pulling you both from the bubble you’ve created. You adjust your dress, smoothing the fabric with trembling hands as Mingyu steps back, his expression conflicted. “We should go down,” he says, his voice low and tinged with regret.

You nod, the weight of what just happened settling over you. The thrill of the forbidden encounter still buzzes in your veins, but so does the undeniable truth you’re both stepping into dangerous territory.

When you reach the party, the energy is palpable, the music loud and the laughter infectious. Mingyu brushes your hand one last time before slipping away, his figure disappearing into the crowd. Your eyes follow him, and your heart clenches as you see him approach his girlfriend, who greets him with a radiant smile, blissfully unaware of what just transpired.

You tear your gaze away, the knot in your stomach tightening as you weave through the crowd to find Seungcheol. He’s by the drinks table, laughing with a group of friends, his familiar presence grounding you amidst the chaos in your mind

“There you are,” he says with a grin, draping an arm around your shoulders. “I was starting to think you’d vanished.”

“Just needed a moment,” you reply, forcing a smile. The weight of your secret presses down on you, but you bury it deep, hiding it beneath the surface where no one can see.

As the night wears on, you steal glances at Mingyu, who seems perfectly at ease with his girlfriend at his side. But every now and then, his eyes find yours across the room, and in that fleeting connection, you feel the echo of your shared moment a dangerous, intoxicating secret that binds you together, even as it threatens to unravel everything.

The kitchen is quieter than the rest of the party, the sound of muffled music and laughter filtering in from the other rooms. You lean against the counter, trying to calm your racing thoughts. The encounter with Mingyu is still fresh in your mind, the heat of it lingering on your skin. But the weight of guilt and confusion presses down on you like a storm cloud.

Just as you’re about to head back out, she walks in.

Mingyu’s girlfriend.

She’s radiant, her confidence radiating from her like a shield. Her eyes find you immediately, and there’s a flicker of something sharp in her gaze an awareness that makes your stomach churn. She pours herself a drink, then leans against the counter opposite you, her smile tight and laced with something venomous.

“You’re Seungcheol’s sister, right?” she asks casually, but there’s an edge to her voice. You nod, unsure of where this is going, and she takes a sip before continuing. “I couldn’t help but notice the way you’ve been looking at Mingyu tonight.”

Your heart skips a beat.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, forcing your voice to remain steady, but she laughs a cold, knowing sound.

“Oh, please,” she says, setting her glass down. “I see everything. The stolen glances, the way you light up when he’s around. But let me make one thing clear he’s mine. He always has been, and he always will be.”

Her words cut like a blade, and anger flares within you. “You don’t know anything about me,” you snap, your voice rising despite your best efforts.

“I know enough,” she fires back, stepping closer. “And I know girls like you. You think you can swoop in and take what doesn’t belong to you. But Mingyu isn’t some trophy you can steal.”

The tension in the room is suffocating, and before you can stop yourself, your voice lashes out, sharp and heated. “Maybe you should pay more attention to him, then. If you really knew him, maybe he wouldn’t be looking elsewhere.”

The words hit their mark, and her eyes narrow dangerously. She steps closer, and for a moment, it feels like the whole world is about to explode.

“What’s going on in here?”

The sound of Seungcheol’s voice cuts through the tension like a knife. He strides into the kitchen, Mingyu close behind him, both of them taking in the scene with wide eyes.

“She’s been acting out of line,” Mingyu’s girlfriend says quickly, her voice dripping with indignation.

“That’s not what happened,” you start, but Seungcheol raises a hand to stop you.

“Enough,” he says firmly, his gaze shifting between the two of you. “Whatever this is, it ends now.

Mingyu steps between you, his expression a mixture of concern and frustration. “Let’s go,” he says softly to his girlfriend, placing a hand on her arm. She glares at you one last time before allowing him to lead her out of the room.

Seungcheol turns to you, his brow furrowed. “You okay?”

“I just need a minute,” you mutter, brushing past him and heading upstairs, your anger simmering just beneath the surface.

Fifteen minutes later, you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor when the door creaks open. You glance up to see Mingyu standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable.

“What do you want?” you ask, your voice cold.

He steps inside, closing the door behind him. “I wanted to check on you,” he says softly, but there’s something in his tone that makes your heart race.

“I don’t need your pity,” you snap, standing to face him.

“It’s not pity,” he says, moving closer. “I just… I hate seeing you like this.”

The anger bubbling inside you boils over, and before you know it, you’re grabbing him by the collar and pulling him into a searing kiss. It’s not gentle or sweet—it’s fiery and demanding, a collision of anger and desire. Mingyu responds immediately, his hands gripping your waist as he matches your intensity, his lips and tongue driving you wild.

You push him back onto the bed, straddling him as your hands tangle in his hair. “You made this mess,” you murmur against his lips, biting down gently on his lower lip before trailing your kisses to his neck. You suck hard on the sensitive skin, leaving a dark mark that will be impossible to hide.

Mingyu groans beneath you, his hands exploring your body as he whispers your name like a prayer. But you’re not done. “You’re going to make it up to me,” you say, your voice low and commanding.

He nods, his eyes dark with desire. “Anything,” he breathes.

Before you know it, his lips are trailing down your body, his hands guiding you back onto the bed as he kneels between your legs. His tongue works magic, coaxing moans from your lips as he erases every ounce of anger and frustration from your body. The pleasure builds and builds, consuming you until you’re left trembling and breathless, your fingers clutching at the sheets

When it’s over, he looks up at you, his expression soft and full of remorse. “I’m sorry,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

You sit up, smoothing your dress as you avoid his gaze. “You should be,” you say, your tone clipped. Without another word, you leave the room, the echoes of what just happened lingering in the air behind you.

Downstairs, the party is still in full swing, but you slip out unnoticed, the cool night air hitting your skin as you make your escape.

Back inside, Seungcheol corners Mingyu near the staircase, his expression unreadable. “What’s going on?” he asks, his voice calm but firm.

Mingyu freezes, his heart pounding. “What do you mean?”

Seungcheol steps closer, his gaze piercing. “Don’t play dumb. I saw the way she looked when she came down here. I know something happened between you two.”

Mingyu swallows hard, his mind racing as he struggles to find the right words. “It’s not what you think,” he starts, but Seungcheol cuts him off.

“It better not be,” he says, his voice low and full of warning. “Because if you hurt her, Mingyu, you’ll have me to answer to.”

Mingyu nods, the weight of Seungcheol’s words settling heavily on his shoulders. “I understand,” he says quietly, but as he watches Seungcheol walk away, he knows the situation is far more complicated than either of them realizes.

Weeks pass in a haze of conflicting emotions. The party feels like a distant memory, yet the lingering sensations of Mingyu’s touch haunt you at the most unexpected moments. You tell yourself it’s for the best keeping your distance, letting the intensity of what happened simmer down. But a part of you aches to see him again, to know if he feels the same burning ache you do.

When Seungcheol texts you one day, asking if you can bring food to practice, you agree without a second thought. It’s innocent enough a sisterly act to support your brother and his group. You convince yourself it has nothing to do with the possibility of seeing Mingyu again.

The practice room is buzzing with energy when you arrive, your arms laden with containers of food. The members are spread out, joking and catching their breath after what must have been a grueling rehearsal. Your eyes dart around the room, and there he is. Mingyu.

He’s leaning against the wall, his shirt clinging to his damp skin, his hair disheveled from practice. When he notices you, his gaze locks onto yours, an unreadable expression crossing his face. You quickly look away, focusing on Seungcheol, who greets you with a bright smile.

“You’re a lifesaver,” Seungcheol says, taking the food from your hands. “We were starving.”

The members gather around, diving into the meal, and for a while, it’s easy to blend into the background. But you can feel Mingyu’s eyes on you, a steady burn that makes your skin tingle. You keep your distance, chatting with Seungcheol and a few of the others until practice wraps up.

One by one, the members start to leave, thanking you for the food as they head out. Soon, it’s just you, Seungcheol, and Mingyu.

“I’ll be right back,” Seungcheol says, grabbing his bag. “Just need to grab something from the other room.”

The door clicks shut behind him, and the air shifts. You turn to leave, but Mingyu steps in front of the door, blocking your path.

“Mingyu,” you start, but he cuts you off, his hand reaching out to lock the door with a decisive click.

“We need to talk,” he says, his voice low and steady.

You swallow hard, your heart pounding. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

“There’s everything to talk about,” he counters, stepping closer. “I broke up with her.”

His words hit you like a freight train, and you stare at him, stunned. “What?”

“She saw the hickey,” he admits, his tone unapologetic. “She knew. And honestly? I didn’t deny it. I told her the truth about you. About us.”

You take a step back, your back hitting the cool surface of the mirror. “Mingyu, you shouldn’t have—”

“I don’t regret it,” he interrupts, his voice firm. “Not a single second of it.”

Before you can respond, he closes the distance between you, his hands bracing on either side of your head, trapping you against the mirror. His proximity is intoxicating, his scent wrapping around you, pulling you under.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he murmurs, his lips inches from yours. “Every day, every night. I don’t care what anyone thinks. I need you.”

Your resolve crumbles, and with a shaky breath, you grab the front of his shirt, pulling him into a fiery kiss. It’s desperate and demanding, all the pent-up frustration and longing pouring out in waves. He presses you harder against the mirror, his hands roaming your body, igniting every nerve ending.

“Say you want this,” he growls against your lips, his voice thick with desire.

“I want this,” you breathe, your voice trembling with the force of your need. “I want you.”

The words seem to snap the last thread of his control. He lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he grinds against you, the friction sending shockwaves through your body. His lips trail down your neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks that claim you as his.

“Mingyu,” you moan, your fingers tangling in his hair as he unravels you piece by piece.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. “You drive me crazy.”

The mirror behind you is cool against your skin as he pulls at your clothes, his touch feverish and desperate. When he finally enters you, it’s like the world stops. The intensity of it all the heat, the connection, the way he holds you like you’re the center of his universe it’s overwhelming.

“You’re mine,” he says, his thrusts deep and deliberate, punctuating every word. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure builds to an unbearable peak.

The room is filled with the sounds of your passion his deep groans, your breathless moans, the rhythmic beat of your bodies moving as one. He holds nothing back, and neither do you, the intensity of your connection burning hotter and brighter until you both reach the edge, shattering together in a moment that feels infinite.

As you catch your breath, he presses his forehead to yours, his hands cradling your face. “I love you,” he whispers, his voice raw and vulnerable.

Your heart swells, and you cup his cheek, meeting his gaze. “I love you too.”

The words hang in the air, a promise and a confession all at once.

Later, as you leave the practice room, your heart full yet heavy with the weight of what’s to come, Seungcheol corners Mingyu near the doorway.

“What’s going on between you two?” he asks, his voice sharp and suspicious.

Mingyu hesitates for only a moment before meeting his gaze. “I love her,” he says simply, his tone steady and sure.

Seungcheol’s expression hardens, his protective instincts kicking in. “You better not hurt her,” he warns, his voice low and dangerous.

“I won’t,” Mingyu promises, determination blazing in his eyes. “She means everything to me.”

The tension between them is palpable, but Seungcheol seems to relent, stepping back with a grudging nod.

“This isn’t going to be easy,” he says, his tone softer now.

“I know,” Mingyu replies, his gaze flicking to the door where you disappeared. “But she’s worth it.”

[ash-says]

Things to be aware of as a Hopeless Romantic:

We all have been there daydreaming about the perfect man, the perfect life, the perfect whatever,etc. Still life is not full of roses and thorns are inevitable.

So here are some aspects to look out for according to me so that you won't fall in the delulu is the only solulu trap.

Remember if you follow me, we don't do regrets here. We accept, take accountability and move on. We don't soak ourselves in problems. We solve them effectively.

1) Drop those rose-colored glasses. Crush them under your feet and now look at the world again. Learn to accept reality. It is what it is. Not what you make it out to be. Learn to become an observer of your life from time to time. It will give you the real picture.

2) Potential is useless if you are not leveraging it. It's a trap both for yourself and others. You see potential in him of changing and being a good guy?? Girl, he *IS* not a good guy. It's not your job to raise a man. It's embarrassing. Stop babysitting grown men.

3) Standards are important but ensure they are not rooted in fantasy. Let's be honest finding a man who is rich, dark, tall, sexy and talks in the way you read in your romance novels is difficult. I am not saying it's impossible but don't be too rigid. All I will say is make sure you are also on the level where if you come across such a man he should be ready to date you.

4) Men view sex differently than us women. I know many of you will get triggered after reading this but the majority of men really view women as sex dolls. Blame the porn industry maybe. Good men exist but not every other man who talks sweetly is good.

5) A person in your life treats you nicely. Always talk sweetly, tells you that you matter to them but their actions don't match it. Chances are you are being breadcrumbed. Plans being cancelled? Messages being unseen? But when confronted all you get is,"Sorry love, I was busy. I was going to do it. You matter a lot,etc etc." Breadcrumbing. Be smart it can happen even in friendships too. I understand people get busier with time and things do happen. Use your discernment to see who really is busy and who is faking to be busy.

6) That uncle was so kind to me. He talked to me sweetly and always tried to help me out. Now, that's really sweet of him. Next he calls you home to help out with the household chores and he is alone at home because his wife is out of town for some work. Would you go and help? Yes. Will you go alone? No. That's unsafe.

No matter how much a gentleman a man appears to be you are not allowed to be in a situation where he could potentially take advantage of you. You always bring along a friend or deny it. I know it's wrong to not help someone but at your own risk. No. Never. It's common knowledge in our society.

7) Dreaming of a Prince Charming to whisk you away from all your troubles??? Dream on. The idea that a soulmate or one person will magically solve all our issues is dumb. We as human beings add to each other's happiness rather than becoming the core of it.

8) One of the biggest mistakes I have seen girls around me make is of being fully invested in a relationship to the point one small fight makes them depressed. That's codependency. It's unhealthy.

9) Never make your relationship your identity. You should always have a separate identity out of it. Stop curating yourself for your partners. Morphing yourself according to their likes and dislikes. That's one way ticket to an identity crisis after breakup. Compromises are essential but changing your core self??? Crazy shit.

10) Your relationship should not be the reason for your downfall. It happens especially with my intense girlies we invest so much of ourselves in the relationship to the point it becomes our focal point and when it faces upheavals we are devastated. The mental distress starts flowing in other areas of your life and suddenly your grades are falling, your career seems unstable, etc. Develop the emotional strength to compartmentalize your emotions and not allow them to overflow in other areas and affect them.

Imagination is fertile but being delusional is being stuck in a swamp.

That's all for today's show on ash-says. Stay tuned for more illegal tricks and explosive opinions.

[pokemon1oadvanced]

Thoughts on the live action one piece

Spoilers 😉

Yes, I binged all 8 episodes, and have work today and can’t see out my eyes but worth it.

I’ll try to keep it short.

Luffys character was immaculate. The way Inaki portrayed him and brought this man to life was so amazing to see. Oda really saw Luffy in him and he did not disappoint. The moves looked great, CGI was on point for a live action, and they really did break the curse.

Zoro’s character was beautiful. I love that he was more serious, and him throwing up the finger in his first scene?! I’m star struck. You can say what you want about the live action, but theres no denying this cast was perfect for these characters and the fight scenes were choreographed to the point where it looked so clean.

Nami 🥳 The emotion! The conflict! I absolutely love the way she had more action scenes and was more open with her care for the crew early on. Nami has always been my favourite character, and Emily did her justice.

I will be listening to her song on repeat.

Ussop! Ussop! Are you serious! Why do I love you in every reality! And Ussop and Kaya! The kiss! The scream I let out! I died😵‍💫 I wish he had more shooting scenes, but his true potential wasn’t seen until later in the anime so I can’t complain, cause season two Ussop is gonna pop off.

Sanji😳 First off, live action Sanji has a hold on me😮‍💨 Like what happened to the guy who couldn’t get any girls. Ngl, was keeping an eye out for the blonde at table 8, looking out for my competition👀 His kicks were so smooth and all, and I mean ALL, his fight scenes were perfect. Like how did they do this. You can see the care and effort he put into his character.

Buggy? I love our unhinged clown. His making a circus with trapped towns people. His CGI? Amazing. The little goof we were left with when they trapped his parts in the chest made me cackle!

The pacing of the show was done so well. I was worried that 8 episodes wouldn’t be enough (and I was right where’s season two I want Vivi), but the retelling was more then I hoped for. I will always love the anime more, as most of us know there’s not enough episodes in the series, but the live action did great in that respect. I did miss some of the characters they had to cut to make it flow better though. The ussop pirates live on in our hearts

Don’t get me wrong, there was some scenes I missed from the original show, like Zoro lifting Luffy’s cage, Nami burning her hands on Buggys cannon fuse, Nami stabbing Ussop. BUT, they wouldn’t have fit in this version of the show.

They did give us Zoro lifting the safe like he did Luffys cage which was cool. And Nami holding Ussops hand when Zoro was fighting, Nami showing up for the fight rather then leaving. I love her. Even though Nami didn’t get to show her care through the actions of saving Zoro or stabbing her own hand, she was still able to show those emtions through different actions. The hand holding with Ussop rather then the stabbing of her hand was so good to see. This version of Nami seemed more fragile in a way, so this suited her version well.

It was like watching One Piece for the first time all over again. I didn’t know what would happen. Getting more marines, and Garps relationship to Luffy being revealed so early in the series to cause tension within the crew *chef’s kiss* And Koby? ‘Be a good pirate.’? Like I love you? Not doing what Garp asked? Standing up for his beliefs? You are going to be a good Marine. You’ll be the greatest 💕

The relationships they explored?

First off Ussop and Kaya 😵 I love them so much. Them talking to the straw hats about their relationship was so cute, and Zoro saying it wasn’t his area of expertise 💅🏻✨ Jokes 👀

Nami being besties with Kaya😍 Her telling Kaya not to let someone tell her how to run her life, drawing connections to her own situation, telling Kaya not to be trapped. Her returning the treasure! I loved it so much. Ussop’s and Nami’s friendship has always been the one I cherished in the crew, and for Nami to support Kaya, and Ussop to see how Nami was good to his girl I feel will only strengthen their relationship.

Nami and Zoro besties? Didn’t know I could love them more.

Nami caring so much for Zoro after his fight with Mihawk showed her love for her new friends, and mirrored her care she had in the original series where she saved him from drowning at Arlong park. Even though we didn’t get the original scenes, they were supplemented with new scenes that held the same feelings.

Zosan- I mean Zoro and Sanji. The wings of the pirate king? I love their bickering in any universe it seems. The fish men fight was so good, them being unbothered with the guys trying to kill them as they fought with each other was so them. And Zoro licking his plate clean and saying Sanji’s food was okay? Not bad for a waiter huh?

And the most important pair. Captain and his first mate. I just loved how many times they reiterated that Zoro is Luffys right hand man 🥰 Luffy not stepping in the way of Zoros dream was beautiful, and his care afterwards reminded me of how he cared for Nami when she got sick in the original series. Asking Sanji to cook his favourite? So cute. He couldn’t decide if it was best for Zoro to eat or sleep or drink and him stressing for Zoro. All amazing. I’ve used amazing so many times but its just the word I need to explain it. Zoro waking up, Luffy engulfing him. I could go on and on.

Nami and Luffy? The amount of love I have for them. They were everything I wanted from them. The scene. THE scene. Beautiful.

I could go on and on about this show, but sadly I have work. Please show this version love, and don’t go into expecting the same series. It is different. It’s its own version and deserves its own category.

I love the cast! Thank you for making history with this adaptation! Xx

[glitterjay]

PLS PLS PLS I NEED SOME ROUGH OR SOFT SMUT FOR THUS MAN IM FKINF CRAYZ PLS 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

⭒ choking, make out, head (m. receiving), suggestive content under cut, mdni

⭒ c's note: this won.... i hope this is good enough!

⭒ taglist: @hollyoongs @moon7jay @wondipity @defnotfertilizedtoesw @kwiwin (if you would like to be part of it send an ask!)

jungwon had always been a very reserved guy. he was in perfect shape, just very shy overall. so when you suggested wearing matching outfits that included sleevles shirts, he was thinking about it.

he eventually gave in to see you happy, but boy was he nervous. you guys had a date at this restaurant you found, and all jungwon could do was hug himself to try and hide his arms a little.

"babe, you look amazing, i promise." you readsured. he knew you were telling the truth, but he couldn't help feeling a little insecure.

it was until you guys were at the restaurant that he noticed how long you'd stare at his arms. your mouth would hang open slightly, almost drooling, god knows what going through your head. the way you swallowed every time his arms would flex a littlex and how your eyes would travel to the ring on his fingers.

you had chosen the whole outfit for him, accesories included. little did you know this would have you dripping wet in a restaurant at peak hour.

"darling, close your mouth," he said, looking around for signs of someone noticing how hungry you were for him. in reality, everyone was busy enough to care about a young cuple having a date. let alone the girlfriend openly eye fucking the guy in front of her who she calls boyfriend.

"the food is going to take a while," you pointed out, to which jungwon simply nodded along. "can you come with me real quick?"

his face was that of a lost puppy, leaning to the side cutely as he cocked an eyebrow at you. you simply stood up and took his arm (which felt wonderful under your touch) and rushed him to the section labeled as "bathrooms."

"wow wow wow. are we really doing this here?" he asked the moment you took both of your bodies to a family restroom, locking the door behind you. not replying to the million questions that followed, you took his arms in your hands, caressing them softly.

"i couldn't hold it anymore." you defended yourself. your hands traveled to his own, interlocking your fingers with his right hand, as you took the left one and landed it perfectly around your own neck.

if he was being completely honest, this whole situation had him rock solid. your needy and hungry eyes mixed with the fact that you both were in a restaurant was only exciting him more.

his hand squeezed your neck. not hard enough to cut the air, but just the right amount to make you gasp. jungwon took this as an opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth.

he was a messy kisser, and you loved that about him. his own desperation took over quickly, turning the make out into a war of whose tongue could assert dominance over the other. and of course, jungwon always won.

you were quick to separate yourself from him, sushing his whines with a giggle as you dropped to your knees. your face was right in front of the very obvious buldge that had grown under his jeans. there was no way you could let him walk out of there like that, so you took matters into your own hands. or, in this case, your mouth.

jungwon helped by unlocklong the belt that was just there for aesthetics and unbuttoned his jeans as fast as his clumbsy hands let him. the view of his own body towering over you made his cock twitch. his right hand went straight to your hair, grabbing a handful of it just cause he could. the rings added a visual to the whole thing. maybe he would start using them more.

you licked your lips and pulled down his boxers, letting his cock free to the world. the tip was already leaking precum, which you licked as if it were a popsicle. jungwon let out a low humm, pushing your head closer to his hip.

you grabbed the base of his dick and started doing your job. the way you were able to get at it at full speed in a matter of seconds never failed to amaze your boyfriend. if there was one thing jungwon loved, it was getting head from you.

-

you could tell he was close by the way his grip on your head got tighter and how his hips rammed into your throat, making you gag. the vibration of your sounds sent electric shocks through his whole body. his soft hums turned into loud, high moans.

for the final show, you got as much air as you could through your nose and swalled him deep. your nose was able to touch his pelvis, and this sent jungwon over the edge. he didn't even get to warn you, his cock releasing the shots of warm cum right in the back of your thorat.

he was gasping for air, chest moving hard and fast as he took in deep breaths. you whipped the bits of cum and saliva that had dripped from the corner of your mouth, helping him get his boxers and pants back in place.

he giggled when you kissed him sweetly, as if you hadn't just sucked the life out him just a few seconds ago.

"i might have to start wearing more revealing clothes."

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[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Jay Halstead: Bulletproof 

This was born from one sentence in my mind. So, it’s on the shorter side and didn’t turn out with quite the vibe I wanted.  

Jay’s voice is steady, his words calm and direct. He was sitting facing you on the couch in intelligence’s break room trying to prepare you for what was to come. “This is only temporary,” He promised again, “It’s just until we find this guy. We have a few leads that we are following up on. We should have it dealt with soon. Nothing is going to happen to you.”  

You weren’t sure if he was trying to convince you or himself, but if you had to bet it would be on the latter. You laugh softly to yourself- it's a nervous laugh. You were trying to not lose your shit. You didn’t want to make this any harder on your boyfriend than it already was. It was clear he felt guilty for getting you into this situation in the first place. Not that it was his fault.   

“You know, you would be a lot more convincing if you weren’t strapping me into a bulletproof vest right now.” Your words tremble slightly as you ask, “Do you think I’m going to get shot at?” You mean it to be teasing but you sound terrified instead. His hands pause on doing up the Velcro straps. His green eyes betray him, you can see the glimpse of fear shining in there before he can blink it away. Not for himself, but for you.  

“It’s just a precaution until we get to the safe house.” You swallow hard as he tightens the last strap across your side. “How does that feel? Too tight?” You wiggle around to access the new article. The vest is tight against you but not in a chaffing way. You can feel its weight press against you every time you take a breath. It’s like a reminder that you are not safe. 

“No, it’s just heavy.” It felt like it was constricting your airway, but you have a feeling it was really anxiety clogging your throat. You bring a hand up to the front of the vest, fingers slipping between the vest and your shirt pulling down. It takes pressure off, but you still feel like you're having trouble breathing.  

Jay doesn’t seem to believe you because his strong hands grab the vest and tugs. The vest barely budges from its position, but you rock forward with every pull. It seems to satisfy him because he drops his hands to your thighs. “There will always be someone from the unit with you guys. Kim will be there too, armed.” He takes the plain navy baseball cap off his head and places it on yours instead, pulling the brim low on your face. Then he untucks your hair from behind your ear and it falls like a curtain in front of your face.   

“This guy, he is going after female family members?” Jay sighed deep in his chest. It’s clear he doesn’t want to answer your questions. It is probably a vain attempt to try to protect you. He thinks your lack of knowledge will make it easier for you. He doesn’t know that in reality, it is driving you insane. All the unknowns make your head spiral while looking for answers. 

“Yeah,” 

“Jay,” You plead, and he shakes his head before nodding, clearly fighting with himself.  

“He was working with us to help bring down a trafficking rink. His wife and their two kids were killed. He blames us. Now he’s trying to take what he thinks we cost him. An eye for an eye- but baby, I promise I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” You cup his face with both hands. You lean forward and steal a kiss. You put all you can into that kiss like it was your last. You pull back and meet his green gaze head-on. 

“I know. That’s the only reason that I’m not completely freaking out right now.” You grab his vest and tug on it like he had you. Unlike you, he doesn’t move an inch. His lips do twitch with the want to smile. You tap the vest with your fingertips three times over his heart. “I trust you- with my life.

[waokevale]

The Overlapped AU [Aka Superhumans disguisted as Dinner Theater workers]

The Owners

The Managers (Engineer & the HR person)

The Waiters

The Security

The Performers (Wes is mostly on cleaning duty though)

The Kitchen staff (the others are usually tasked to help, though very few are actually trusted at all times to be there)

The Bartender and the Host

The Dishwashers

The Clerk & The Supplier

So this AU came to me upon a dream, and I just had to make it real...

The synopsis below:

The event of April 17th 1906 does happen, however instead of Charlie and Maxwell being kidnapped into the Constant, the Constant overlaps with the real world and spreads itself onto Earth.

Charlie and Maxwell in the process become corrupted and have to hide away temporarily. Both of them soon began to hear strange voices, source of which neither is quite sure, telling them, compelling them to hide the corruption's effect from the publicity, for the time being.

They come to a mutual realization they have to fix this mess somehow and hunt down any and all corrupted by the tome, by any means necessary.

(Maxwell still has codex umbra, but it is sealed shut for the time being until he's sure it won't spread more if Their influence. )

But the corruption didn't just appear out of nowhere, it's been leaking way long before Maxwell found the Codex, if to a less prominent extent.

Thus, in few years passing, they form a Dinner Theater, a rather inconspicuous establishment from the first glance. Very quickly they began "hiring" employees, which in reality means tracking down and blackmailing those who have been corrupted but not fully lost themselves to its effects, in order to hunt those who had.

Winona was against the idea at first, as she found out. But seeing the effects of corruption first hand, she quickly had a change of heart and integrated herself into Charlie's new environment.

Eventually they gathered a rather generous amount of people. Once a person's proven to be trustworthy to a point, they're give higher positions in the company.

However those who aren't, are likely to be shunned or "fired" which...you could probably guess what that means.

Many of these people gradually come to terms with the reality of their situation and accept their newfound purpose, being thankful that at least they still have a roof over their head and a warm meal, instead of being viewed as monsters or outcasts to the greater society.

(Wilson though, can't quite accept this notion. He keeps claiming that "this is just a big misunderstanding, I'm just a normal guy!" Yet the truth could be far from it.)

When Maxwell and Charlie hear of the danger looming, they immediately inform their "staff" of the matter. Those who are more experienced in combat come along to face whatever opponent may cross them, while those who aren't, stay behind, to be an additional aid or a medic in case the battle gets too intense.

Whenever any suspicion arises in the town about the shady business going on in that particular building, the two owners alongside their employees practically gaslight anyone and everyone into believing they're but the most regular entertainment center.

The characters who have either willingly or unwillingly lost their humanity, mostly in the physical sense, are given special devices constructed of Thulecite and bits of nightmare fuel (made by Winona, Wicker and the main two), which effectively hide away their true identity, or surpress the effects of their ailment.

There's also a few other people important to this story, especially the One, which even Charlie and Maxwell refer to as "The Boss", though what many most recent hires don't know, is that there's someone who's in a position much higher than the owners themselves, controlling their every move.

Correlating to that, another person, or rather, a set of people per se, working for a much different cause. Though most of them are "people" in only a visual sense of the word.

And while, there might be someone inside the well-known around town diner, who just might be more than what appears on the surface, literally and metaphorically this time.

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If you're interested to learn more about this AU, do let me know. If you have any questions, I'm happy to hear and answer them!