#the weather here is so weird what do you mean it was sunny and hot then chilly then drizzling and then storming in a few hours huh

[momentomori24]

It's currently pouring and thundering like fucking crazy and I'm wondering what (human) sacrifices would appease Zeus enough to stop hating the UK as aggressively as he does

[cranberrymoons]

here you are, standing there

prompt: bakery au (@steddieholidaydrabbles) rated: t word count: 880 tags: flirting, meet cute at the farmer's market, baker steve, writer eddie

There’s a farmer’s market in the park at the end of Eddie’s block which turns into a Christmas market as the weather gets cold.

He likes to bring his coffee there on Saturday mornings and find a seat on his favorite bench, just out of the way enough to be perfect for people watching but still close enough that he feels like part of the action. He brings a notebook with him when he does this, to scribble little thoughts to himself or sketch out an idea if he’s working on a new book, but mostly he just takes in the crowd and the air and the way people talk to each other as they shuffle past.

Like the bakery stall right across from his bench, with the stupid hot booth guy. 

Eddie doesn’t know if he’s the owner or a baker or just some college kid they hired to swipe people’s cards on his little iPad thing, but holy shit. Half the sketches in his book are of this guy's eyes or his hands or the special changing way the sun hits his face in the earlier parts of the morning, when it’s just coming up over the tops of the trees in the park.

It’s not creepy; he’s doing character research. He’s… observing the world around him. He’s a writer. Shut up.

He’s doing exactly this one Saturday morning in mid-November about a week before Thanksgiving when a shadow falls over his book. He glances up slowly, eyes trailing up from Hot Booth Guy’s hands to the sunny pattern of flowers embroidered on his apron and all the way up to his face where he’s standing two paces out of reach and staring down at Eddie with an amused little smile on his face.

And – fuck, he’s even hotter up close; Eddie had sort of hoped, for his own sanity if nothing else, that he’d be one of those people who looked weird on closer inspection, but nope. Here he is in all his square-jawed, golden-tanned Hot Booth Guy glory.

He raises his eyebrows and Eddie clears his throat. 

“Um,” he says intelligently. “Hi.”

Hot Booth Guy’s smile widens, and he lets out a little laugh. 

“Hi.” He holds out a crinkly paper bag, and Eddie blinks down at it. “Thought you might want some breakfast.”

Eddie tilts his head to the side. “But I didn’t buy anything?”

Hot Booth Guy nods. “That’s correct.”

He holds the bag out again and wiggles it at him until Eddie accepts it, narrowing his eyes as he peeks inside at the perfect crackly flaky croissant nestled inside. He rips off a piece of it and pops it in his mouth, and Hot Booth Guy smiles as he watches him eat.

“Thank you,” Eddie says. He takes a breath. “This is… really good. Just – why?”

Hot Booth Guy shrugs a little, shoving his hands in his apron pockets. 

“You’re here every weekend and you never stop by,” he says. “Thought I might lure you in with one of my croissants since nothing else was working.”

Eddie lets out a surprised laugh as he takes another bite of croissant. It really is a fucking great croissant. He squints into the sun as he looks up. 

“Lure me in?” 

“Yeah, gotta –” Hot Booth Guy mimes a lasso, throwing it in Eddie’s direction and using it to pull himself a step closer. “One of us has to make the first move. You obviously weren’t going to, so.”

And Eddie feels his cheeks heat in spite of the slight chill in the air. He raises his eyebrows. “I didn’t realize there were moves to be made.”

Hot Booth Guy just smiles. “What’s your name?”

“Eddie,” Eddie says. “Not – I mean, I am, and… you are, just –” He takes a breath. “I’m a writer. I just like to people watch sometimes? It helps me get dialogue down in my head. The rhythm of the way people talk? Things like that.”

Hot Booth Guy smiles. “So you’re not interested in getting lunch after one of the Saturday markets?”

Eddie raises his eyebrows as he takes a sip of his coffee. “You haven’t even told me your name yet.”

Hot Booth Guy taps his apron, just above the flowers, where Steve is embroidered in sloping pink cursive. 

“Oh,” Eddie says.

“Oh,” Steve repeats. “I’m just saying, if you’d bought a muffin or a cookie or even a bagel at any point this summer, you would have –”

“Okay,” Eddie says, smiling in spite of himself even as he flushes. “I get it.”

“You would’ve gotten my name weeks ago. Probably even my number.”

“Oh, was that embroidered on your hat?”

Steve laughs, and he’s so, so lovely when he laughs, big smile and crinkled eyes, and Eddie feels something fizzy and sweet curl in his chest. He finishes the croissant as Steve’s laugh quiets down, and Eddie smiles up at him as he wads the bag into a ball and tosses it into the trash next to them.

“So?” Steve asks. “Lunch? Preferably today so I can start the wooing process before the Christmas rush really kicks in.”

Eddie nods a little, folding his notebook shut against his knees. “I’d like that,” he says. “The wooing, and also the number.”

[also on ao3]

[babyleostuff]

BOYFRIEND PHOTOS | KIM MINGYU

summary | a sunny date spend with your precious boyfriend

genre | fluff

word count | 974

pairing | mingyu x gn!reader

author’s note | purely inspired by gyu’s recent instagram posts. thank you for giving us the fluffiest boyfriend pics <3

“I’m here.”

Usually you couldn’t imagine grinning so hard over such a simple text, but coming from your precious boyfriend changed the perspective completely. Finally, after all the comeback stress and months of hard work he and his bandmates had to go through, he was allowed a day off.

You checked your outfit for the last time, feeling all giddy of the mere thought of this perfect sunny day you’d spend with Mingyu. Carefully running down the steps, you walked out to the street, almost bumping into the man before you.

“Mingyu!” you happily exclaimed, almost tackling him to the ground with a big hug.

Without saying a word, he chuckled and put his arms around you. It has been so long since you had a moment for yourselves that you’d forgotten how good it is to just simply hug him. No matter how long you’d been together nothing would top the feeling of just being in his strong arms.

“I missed you,” he said quietly, and you could bet a lot of money that he was slightly pouting too.

You pulled back to finally get a good look at his handsome face, adorned by the sunlight, making his honeyskin look even more beautiful.

“I’m so happy right now, you have now idea. I swear I don’t remember the last time I was so excited to go out. And it’s like the universe knew, I mean look at the weather, it's perfect,” he said excitedly, slurring his words which made his lisp come out a bit.

He gave you a big smile, showing his fangs that you adored so much. As you put your hands on his cheeks you asked:

“Kim Mingyu, are you going to kiss me or do I have to wait another month?” you didn’t even get to finish the question properly as he leaned down to seal your mouths in the most delicate kiss known to humankind.

His lips were soft, like pillows against your own, and oh how you’ve missed this. You could feel the tickle of his breath beneath your nose, while his fingers were carding through your hair.

You parted for a second to catch your breaths, but impatient as always Minguy went back in, this time kissing you with a little more force, as he also was dying to feel your touch again. Warmth and the smell of his cologne consumed you. With the butterflies dancing in your stomach, it was almost overwhelming how content you felt.

With a last peck he took your hand in his and pulled lightly to finally get you going, before both of you gave up on an outside date and went back to your place.

“So, where are you taking me today?”

“I found this cute cafe nearby and it looks like a good place to take some photos too.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“What?” he asked, with a slight concerne in his voice. You giggled at him and put your hand around his arm.

“I know where this is going, you’re just going to use me to take pictures for your Instagram! And what do I gain from this, hm?” you said in a jokingly offensive tone.

“Thousands of other people simping for my boyfriend, excuse me very much. I’ve had enough after scrolling through tens of tik toks saying how hot your “darumdarimda” is.” Now even he could contain his laugh.

After a couple minutes of walking and catching up on what you’ve missed, you hit your destination, and Mingyu was right - this was the cutest cafe you’ve seen in a while, situated in the best place to give you a bit of privacy.

“Here, here! Take a picture,” Mingyu suddenly said. He ran up the colorful stairs, and before you could take a single normal photo, he started doing some weird and funny poses. Not questioning your boyfriend’s antics, you took a couple of photos.

“My phone storage is crying right now. You have no idea how many of your stupid ass photos I have in my camera roll.”

“Do I get at least one day of freedom where people don’t bully me?” he whined. “Also, my own girlfriend? That really hurt,” he frowned while walking down the stairs.

“Also, why are you wearing your sunglasses like that?”

“Like what? Are you going to criticize this too?” Mingyu frowned even more. You would never fathom how this 6’2 man could act like a little child sometimes.

Before he could argue further, you snapped a quick photo, smiling to yourself.

“Cry about it big boy. At least I have stuff to blackmail you with,” you said and went to look for a free table to sit at.

“You hang out too much with the boys, I swear,” he said and pulled the chair back for you. After settling comfortably, you ordered some coffee and lunch and fell back to the conversation from before.

You could feel your heart race, because of how content, happy and loved you felt.

Looking at Mingyu, who was dramatically telling a story from one of their dance practices, where Wonwoo did a step wrong so Soonyoung threw a tantrum, you couldn’t contain your giggles, laughing at how overdramatic your boyfriend was acting.

“Why are you looking at me like that, hm? You don’t want to take photos of me? No problem, going to do it myself,” and he did as he said, starting to take some selfies from different angles.

“Oh stop it, you know I was joking. Here, let me,” you pointed your camera at Mingyu.

You both knew how much you loved taking pictures of each other, saving them as memories you’d have fun reminiscing on later in the future.

You spend the rest of the day in the same atmosphere, bickering, talking and laughing, but most importantly - being in love.

[ladymarycrawley]

The blondie I'm in love with - Mason Mount

Request: Mason has a fake girlfriend but with a happy ending please (requested by @masterclassbaby sorry baby, I kept you waiting so long for this 🙈 hope you like it!)

Warning: one of my worst pieces to date I think but after months of lacking any motivation to write about Mason I got struck but this idea all of a sudden last night so

Tag list: @masonxomount @prideofpd @masterclassbaby @chelsealover @johnstonesfc

Summer’s hot and sunny weather it’s like the secret ingredient for good things to happen, such as good holidays in beautiful places. Better if shared with people we love and have fun with. That was the case for you and Mason who got the chance to spend some time together with some of your mutual friends, spending days at the beach and nights out, staying up late.

Another thing that usually happens in summer, football related, is the transfer window where players say goodbye to the teams they've played in until that moment and let some new teams welcome them for their new adventure. Mason made no exception as he was among those players too. 

The season that just ended wasn’t the best of his career for sure and he needed that month away from football to clear his mind as well as relax. 

“Well now everyone will make up some weird theories about your new hair colour and that'll be so much fun" 

Clearing his mind meant also doing some crazy things such as dying his hair platinum blonde (something that was quite en vogue among those football players…what’s the fascination behind it?). Most people, the ones who liked drama more than anything else, were certain there was some deep meaning behind those style changes.

"You'll be the one to blame"

"Me?? What does it have to do with me?"

"Cause it's always some girl's fault"

You rolled your eyes, making him giggle.

"As if"

"We could turn the whole situation at our advantage and make it fun"

"What do you mean? You're scaring me, Mount"

“Well, we could pretend you’re my girlfriend and you’re the one girl to blame”

You served him a kind of puzzled look, not seeing the whole point of the thing.

“And so? What’s the sense of it all?”

 “Just to give them something to talk about, you know the transfer window is here and I’ve had enough of random people assuming things about myself and my future as a player so we’ll give them a distraction”

"I'm not sure I want to be their distraction…"

After a one of a kind, rather weird courting you gave in and accepted to be his fake girlfriend: behind the cameras and the paps' flashes you kept on behaving normally, as if nothing happened, as if you were still a couple of good friends and nothing more.

One of the reasons why you didn't want this thing to happen was because you knew, like it or not, something deep down your soul would have changed the way you perceived him and, consequently, the trajectory of your friendship. You always had a soft spot for him, not only because he was one your best friends but because something stronger was burning inside of you.

When his best mates would nudge him to tell him someone was watching or it was time for him to start his little act of the boyfriend in love your heart started racing: the way he would move closer to sneak his arm around your waist and graze the pad of his thumb against your hip bone, matched with the tender touch of his lips lingering against your jaw made you feel kind of dizzy. What if you were falling in love with one of your closest friends, for real, not just to play some senseless game?

"We would really make a cute couple" He whispered in your ear, giggling.

You giggled back, annoyed by how this thing was a bit too funny to him. 

"We should break up at some point, you know that?"

"Who said that?" He kissed the sensitive skin behind your ear, causing goosebumps all over your arms.

"God Mase, I hate you sometimes" 

The smirk on your face as he was holding you tight to him made you a very bad liar, there’s no other place you would have rather be in.

Those days were soon turning into a slow agony: Mason would swim close to you and give you underwater hugs, napping with you on the same bed, placing his hands on your hips in the club at night so your bodies would sway together to the rhythm of the loud music. You were doing all the things a couple would do but you weren’t a couple.

This dynamic cooled down when it was time for him to get back in business as things at Cobham weren’t going particularly well but you were sure he’d have sorted it out as he was Chelsea through and through. But you were wrong.

He avoided talking about what direction his football career would have taken even with you, who used to be the one he would tell everything, even the smallest things.

When the day prior to his official announcement he sat on your bed in your London house to tell you he accepted the bid Manchester United made for him so he would have moved up north rather soon you felt as if the whole world was falling upon your shoulders and Mason was your whole world.

"Wh - what? You're not a Chelsea player anymore?"

The sadness filling his eyes was heartbreaking to say the least, he was gutted to leave his heart's club, most of all because he was kind obliged to do so if he wanted to go on playing, which was the thing that mattered the most to him.

Mason nodded as his chocolate pupils followed your body falling to the ground, on your knees.

"Hey, are you -" He asked, getting up in a rush to take you.

"Don't touch me"

He gave you a puzzled look and you soon provided him with an explanation. 

"You knew it, you knew you'd have left Chelsea and London from the beginning. That's why you dyed your hair this awful blonde that makes you look like a fuckboy. I hate you. You just used me for fun and you knew it from the beginning!" You cried out, trying to fight back the tears.

“You agreed when I told you about the fake relationship”

“Yes but you did it only because you already knew you would have left Chelsea and you used me as a shield against the fucking press!”

“I - didn’t know anything about United, we were in talks but it wasn’t official at all!”

“Fuck off Mason” You muttered, lowering your eyes as if you were looking for something on the carpet your tired body was abandoned on. Mason didn’t dare to look at you either, keeping his gaze down too.

"I dyed my hair simply because I liked it, because I had a shitty season felt the need to change something…I like you too"

"You what?" Your eyes now had to stop looking for something that didn’t exist on the floor and start to look at the handsome boy before you who just happened to say something quite powerful.

"Y/N I wanted to have some fun, yes, but I also liked you for quite a while and I didn't know how to tell you not to ruin our friendship." He kept on explaining with the softest voice.

“Oh so you now think you can get away with it by saying some sweet words??” Yes, those sweet words surely had an effect on you and denying it was the biggest lie ever.

“Come to Manchester with me”

That invite left you in a shocked state as it was the last thing you were expecting: why should he ask you to follow him away from London? You were good friends but that’s not the kind of question usually asked to someone who’s only a friend.

“Did you hear what I said?? I don’t even know if I want to be your friend anymore. You just used me and now you’re asking me to leave my city, my everyday life to follow you?”

“Yes, because I love you”

The three words. Mason just said those three words to you. 

“You’ve always been there for me when I needed it, you always keep up with my shit, including faking a love relationship, but now I feel like I’m ready to have a real one. I wanna get home from training and see you there, dozing off on the sofa and kiss your forehead or taking you out to dinner at some fancy place”

Mason was there, looking as the most fragile creature you’ve ever seen, opening his heart to you with no fear, he was being the Mason you fell in love with, little by little, over the years.

Warm tears, joyful ones this time, started rolling down your cheeks as you threw your arms around his neck, causing him to fall flat on the mattress.

“I hate you, blondie”

“You love this blondie, you’re such a bad liar” You got lost in each other’s eyes that were shining with a different light, a warmer one.

“This could be the moment where I confess I’ve always been secretly in love with you but I won’t” You whispered shyly, making him smile.

He smirked and caressed your lower back in a circular motion.

“You hid it quite well actually” You both giggled before he pressed his lips against yours in a real kiss, one of those sloppy but heartfelt kisses that took you to another dimension, a dreamy and ideal one.

The moment you were living was just too intense to think about anything else and soon you found yourself straddling him, not even realising the speed at which your clothes fell on the floor, too busy making love to him for the first time.

That bed felt like the best place on earth, the one where all your dreams and hopes became true, the one where you were safe from every danger the outside world might be holding against you.

“This is not just a summer thing, right?”

“This will be a thing for many summers to come”

Mase’s arms were now your home, the shelter you would have run to in case of extreme glee or of unbearable pain, it was the place to be.

[jpitha]

More #Aliens are Gardenworlders. What happens when a Human gets approval to live on an actual Garden world?

Day 1 Hey Diary! I'm so excited! It took something like 8 weeks and practically a dozen forms, but I finally got approval to relocate to that Garden world I was telling you about! It's so nice here. Everyone is friendly, the house they assigned me to so so cute, and it's just incredibly easy to get around and get food. And the weather? It's been sunny and warm, and a local was confused when I asked what season it was. They don't have seasons! No more ice and snow! I think I'm going to like it here.

Day 28 Huh. Still sunny and warm today Diary. I expected at least some clouds or rain or a thunderstorm, but nothing yet. It's been sunny and warm all month long. They don't even count months here! They just track the days in a yearly period! Went out to my "garden" (really the forest behind my house) for some lunch and just grabbed whatever I could pick. It was all tasty and easy to eat.

Day 62 Diary. It's still sunny and warm. I don't get it. Every day is exactly the same. All the locals don't notice or care, and when I ask about weather they look at me oddly. Didn't feel like foraging today, so I just ate some of the "grass" in the backyard. It's fine, tastes like pistachio.

Day 180 OMG DIARY! It rained today! Everyone was so scared! They said it only happens once a year or so and was all worried about it. Schools were closed and everyone stayed inside. It wasn't even a thunderstorm! It just rained for about 90 minutes in the morning, then the clouds parted and it was sunny and warm again. I stood outside in the rain the whole time not even caring that I was getting wet.

Day 200 I've read just about every book I can get my hands on, twice! I've watched all the shows that I can get off my pad, human and non! (I will say, those K'laxi historical dramas are very good, but I don't like the Xenni war documentaries). I. am. bored.

Day 250 Okay, you're going to think I'm getting weird Diary, but this can't be normal. It rained once the whole time I was here, it's never gotten too cold or too hot, has always been sunny or partly sunny, I can eat practically everything around me and get this - it's so easy to sneak up on the locals. It sounds mean when I write it out, but I can just crouch in the bushes and when one walks by jump up and go BOO! And they scream and run away. The fourth time I did it, the authorities came by and asked me nicely to stop. They said they didn't want to "interfere with any human predator rituals" but that I had to "stop stalking the locals."

Day 380 It's been more than a year, and I'm more convinced than ever that I am in hell. After that one time it rained last year, it hasn't done anything else! Also, I got in trouble again for stalking the locals - I wasn't even going to attack them or anything, it's just TOO EASY to sneak up on them. I need to get another hobby or something.

Day 420 (nice!) So Diary, I got in some pretty big trouble with the planetary authorities this time. It turns out, nobody here had ever heard of Extreme Sports before. I was just so bored, that I had a motocross bike shipped over. I had found one that was just like I had when I was a kid on Earth! It was so cherry. Someone had done a lot of work to it. Anyway, I had built a little course in the back forest of my house, nothing crazy! But someone saw me doing jumps and getting some sick air, and called the authorities, worried I was "exhibiting symptoms of self-harm." They took my bike!

Day 500 Okay, I give. I can't live here anymore. If you can believe it, I'm getting burnt out on nice weather! I did a telehealth session with a human therapist off-world and they recommended I apply to be transferred back to a human world, or at least moved to a Starbase or ship. Somewhere where things can change, and there's more going on.

[intertexts]

Oh wait

You like fucked up towns?

Do you perhaps have any thoughts on towns and how to make them more fucked up? :]

(^^ words of something trying to make a small town map that’s fucked up)

OH. HUH. FUN QUESTION. i feel like. i am a terrible person to ask for thoughts on things like this because the extent of my writing is like, gay ass character studies & shit. but. i do have a ton of thoughts on fucked up towns.

the most important thing, i personally think, is having your town be grounded in a real regional place and it has to be a place you love. it's so difficult to make that shit up from scratch and still carry a real weight. and the horror or strangeness or sadness of the town should come from the reality of it.

picking a few of the easiest examples: welcome to night vale, night in the woods, h.p. lovecraft's miskatonic county. the fucked-up-ness of all of them springs from the nature of the place itself. they're not interchangeable, and they all have different emotions linked with them.

night vale is, very loosely, a satire of unbothered american suburbia in the face of-- well. all the horrific shit that post-9/11 unbothered americana ignores! and the strangeness and beauty of the setting comes from the easy and pleasant and mundane way that its citizens interact with the horror. it's day-to-day, it's chill, it's normal. yeah the faceless old lady who lives in your home is running for mayor. yeah the angels who work the community garden and live with josie finally won the case for their existence we can acknowledge them now cool. (& also of course night vale is a southwestern desert town & it doesn't let u forget that!! it's hot and sunny in the day and cold at night and there's sand dunes out by the edge of town and beaches with no lakes and it is very grounded in its setting!!)

possum falls from nitw, on the other hand, is a love letter to to those old, death spiraling pennsylvania rust belt mining towns. it isn't as heavily supernatural of a setting (outside of the old god in the mines the elders are sacrificing the most vulnerable members of the community to for nothing but the continued hollow, wheezing survival of something that should be allowed to die) but it's very grounded in the reality of those places-- the omnipresent forest, the dinky grocery store, your old high school classmate sitting out on her apartment steps at sunset, the feeling of being out in the autumn cold at dusk and the empty subway station and the weathered, half-hearted historical remnants of local pride and the ghost of the closed mine over it all. the type of dead-end, black hole, potholed main street town that you know you're gonna live and die in because it's what your parents did and what their parents did and god knows how you'd even make it out.

lovecraft-- i mean, mandatory disclaimer on his insane racism of course. up to u if u wanna read of his work, a lot of his short stories r very short etc. but crucially, for what we're talking about here, lovecraft was fucking in love with new england in the way that people who r born and raised in new england r insane about it. his lovecraft country/miskatonic county/arkham county is set in massachusetts, and he's very clear about why everything's set in mass: bleak, lonely, ancient, haunted by the sea and the lingering ghosts of twisted puritan ideology. his fucked up towns are the dark hidden backwoods, the port towns, the wretched things brought by settlers who have been a parasite upon the woods and the rocks and the fields for hundreds of years, etc, the feeling that something has gone wrong and perverted here and it's far too late to fix it.

so like, tl;dr-- don't try and make somewherw generically weird. figure out what place makes YOU go crazy go stupid. pinpoint Why it specifically makes u go crazy go stupid, as opposed to everywhere else. crank that shit up to 100!!!!

[jaxxsoxxn]

"So I'm praying for some rain (like a young man finally praying to get laid)" [BF]

is there a Boomerflash discord server, or somewhere where ppl just chat about them? Or is there not enough peeps? hm...

Anyhow, Boomer gets caught in some heavy ass rain, as in practically a storm, and gets to Flash to get warm, without expecting Barry to be there, actually.

Me, trying to shorten Digger to smth that sounds sweet: ,,,digimon,,, (also, ye, Digi is supposed to be read as in Digimon)

Was going to make it smutty, but deemed it okay rn (i might edit it later just to add smut, beware!)

---

In Digger's defense, Central City wasn't exactly known for weird weather. Of course, when you have two elemental-specialists as Rouges and one goddamn Weather Wizard, it can get a little confusing, not even adding the Speedstorm fiasco to the whole equation, but nothing ever was close to what was happening now.

So here he was, his skin lightly tanned and full of freckles (and he means FULL, like he didn't even know they could get low enough to reach his thighs!) after three weeks of something so close to a drought that in the middle of Central City's second week, people started manically buying water. Now, suddenly, halfway through a warm and sunny day, it started pouring - not raining because that'd mean that water wasn't falling from the sky with enough strength to actually hurt him.

Somewhere in his mind, while he was rushing from the shop back home, he wishes his lover wasn't so busy lately, even if he knows it's a thought only from a selfish need to get home quicker, all he can do is focus on it. He can't see ahead when the water hurts his eyes, his clothes so heavy from moisture that he wants to slow down against himself. The cold gets worse, he's shaking while running, and he honestly hopes it's a villain attack because then it won't last too long.

Flash was usually so warm it shook people, his body full of excessive energy. If not his job - two jobs technically - Boomer would come home, lose his wet clothes and just cuddle up with him, maybe without putting something on if the speedster wouldn't mind. His thoughts turned bitter when he remembered that his partner was still out on the mission.

When he finally got inside, his eyes hurting and his whole body shaking, all the energy slowly leaked out of him with every drip of the water coming from him. He just let go of the groceries and shook off his boots, lazily moving towards the couch. His mind whined to him about the cleaning later, but everything else already gave up.

The couch wasn't comfortable, actually far from it, but it was enough - the second he hit it, he couldn't help a peaceful groan and dozed off.

He woke up hot, too hot to do anything but whine deeply, while his dizzy mind caught the fact that someone was tearing off his shirt and pants, still as wet as they were before. He tried to move one of his hands to wack away the person who did it, but a hollow ache in his joints made a good argument against it.

"Shh, you're okay Digi, I gotcha." a soft voice of his lover rang in his ears.

Boomer slowly opened his eyes, his vision swimming a bit, but not enough to not catch the blond hair and blue eyes.

"Can't be, Barry's at work..." he slurred, while trying to push away the skinny hands. Pain swiftly run through his whole body, starting at his fingertips, while the other grabbed his wrists lightly.

"Just let me help love, it's alright, you're burning..."

He never noticed before how quickly Barry's voice made him fall asleep.

This time, when he woke up, a warm body was pressed against his, while there was a wet towel on his forehead. He tried to move slightly around, but the grip tightened, while Barry groaned.

"Stay put, you had a fever all night, Digi." a pair of soft lips found its way onto his forehead, while a hand under his neck moved higher to brush his probably disgustingly sweaty hair. "You feel... better."

He answered with a delicate hum, before slowly moving his face towards the others. Barry had a slight 5 o'clock shadow, his eyes worried, but also happy. He looked somewhere between tired and excited, which made Boomer's heart throb a little.

"Ya alrighty love? Ya don't look all that hot yourself" he mumbled next to his lips, while all the speedster did was smile back at him.

"I wanted to make you a surprise that I'm home quicker than expected, but well- you didn't even believe I was home."

The Australian noticed the change in tone, Flashes voice slightly sadder. He knew that Barry blamed himself a lot over things he didn't have control of. He understood it a little after the bracelet changed a few things in his natural biology* and he also had a better taste of being a speedster - always too late, not enough.

"But ya were." his own tone is steady, more serious than normally. "Ya were here in the end, an' if ya'll beat yourself over it, I'll beat ya with the closest stick."

He ended the sentence with a soft kiss, deeming it distracting enough. Barry moved even closer, his whole body clinging to the other, while his hands slowly moved around, just feeling him up - like he was checking if he's still here. His body relaxed into the touch, his mind swimming lightly when the kiss got more passionate, when Flash finally decided that his hands could stay on the other's hips.

He found somewhere in his head enough IQ to ask himself why the Speedster was acting like that only because of some sickness, but hey - he got kisses and attention, so that question would have to wait.

[brozonesbackk]

Hi Bestie! I just checked by to check your mood😂! But I saw you have a caregiver in your system now. You probably needed that. I don't have to worry so much.

I'm drawing a lot again. But I'm not really finishing stuff. I don't take my adhd pills, and that's one of the things, I fixate on stuff and do it constantly, but I never finish stuff. I probably just need an adjustment, so I can take them but still have a little go in me. It's very strange, adhd pills are speed but I get kind of passive and low from them, that's why I hate to take them.

Have summer come to you yet? It's wonderful in Sweden now. It's almost to warm for shorts and t-shirt. If I had been a kid now I would run around outside in just my underwear. If it was allowed I would do it now, but the neighbours would probably call the cops😁.

And who is the stupid bitch? U don't call your self stuff like that? Your a wonderful young woman. Try to love yourself.

I know, I know. It's so easy to say to others when you have a positive period. But I really mean it. I would say the same if I were sad.

I leave u alone for now. I promised my self not to pester your ask box to much.

Be well!

Me🫶

nah you're good! I've just been SO BUSY

what's weird is here in America, it's spring, but it's been summer weather. very hot, very sunny, and I got sunburnt 😂

and the only other thing I can think of for us to talk more, since I'm more active over there, is Discord. if you got an account that you're willing to share, shoot me a message and I'll send you mine!

[ngkiscool]

Next please

The weekly prompt of @flashfictionfridayofficial was FFF202 The Devil You Forgot

Fandom: Lucifer (Good Omens if you squint), 830 words, no cw

"Next please!" My station was empty, but no one approached it. On the one hand, if offered me a few seconds of relatively rest, but on the other hand, if forced me to shout. Can't be seen resting, not during the rush hour at the Higher Ground.

It was noon of a rather lovely day, finally a sunny day after a week of showers. People strolled in the street, couples shared brief kisses when they thought no one was looking, even the people with the really expensive suits walked a bit slower and enjoyed the rare weather.

Warm beams of sun filtered through the curtains and shed light on the coffee shop, colouring the place with picturesque shades. It also nearly blinded me unless I squinted, despite the many, many times I asked the manager to fix the curtains.

The queue was longer than I've seen in a long time, and not just because of the weather. As if the regular costumers weren't enough, there was a reinforcement – people from the comic con just around the corner.

All day long, I had to deal with costumers who gave me the most unusual names and throw a tantrum if I spelled their name wrong. Some, God forbid, had even asked me which costume they were wearing, and seemed genuinely hurt when I hadn't recognized which TV show it was from.

Honestly, I don't have anything against adult people who dress up as creatures who only exist in a fantasy world. Some of the costumes were pretty, and it was clear that making them required a lot of time and skills. But, just like I don't go around and show my latest sewing art to bus drivers, I don't pay too much attention to my clients' costumes. All I want from them is place a not complicated order and leave a big tip. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Next in line!" I called again, a bit louder this time, and it worked. A costumer approached me, and I started the usual drill of taking their order. Things went smoothly, or as smooth as can be expected when one orders coffee, and I started to relax. Maybe that costumer will act normal through our whole interaction, and won't demand me to guess what was his costume.

It was a good one, I'll give them that. The suit was expensive looking, but nothing a person of means can't find easily. The wings, thought, they looked almost real. They were white, and big, each feature moved separately, and the wings even moved in coordination with his shoulders. Even after seeing a parade of costumes all day long, they seemed special. Like I said, I'm not interested in cosplays myself, but as an artist (and yes, sewing is an art, thank-you-very-much) I can appreciate craftsmanship when I see one.

Usually, people love to get compliments on their costumes, but something vibed weird with this person, so I decided to refrain from commenting. The opportunity, thought, rose when he finished the order, and I asked for his name. The voice matched his outfit – silken, strong, and confident.

"Lucifer".

"I see you are really in the character, even the wings and everything!"

"In character?" A red glint shone in his eyes, gone before I had the chance to complain about the curtains. Maybe if the manages received complaints from customers, not just employees, he would do something about it. One can only hope.

"Yes, with the wings and everything. Very impressive, if you don't mind me saying. Are you participating in the cosplay contest? I'm sure you will win first place."

"Cosplay?"

The temperature in the coffee shop dropped suddenly, and I shivered despite being all hot from being near the oven. The air conditioner hadn't changed, and it didn't look like the other clients had noticed it. Weird.

"Never mind, it's been a long day. I'll just make the order, and here is a piece of lemon cake, on the house".

At last, the coffee was ready, the cake packaged and together napkin and utensils, the take-away bag was handed to him. Our fingers touched briefly, and I felt a chill running through my body, but it was very short. Long day indeed.

I turned to clean the coffee machine, and when I finished and turned to the till again, I was surprised to find a twenty note on it. It was unexpected for two reasons: firstly, it was quite a large sum, as usually people left a fiver or a tenner. Twenty was very rare. Secondly, and even more unusual, was the fact that I hadn't served any costumer in the past few minutes.

Anyway, as my experience at costumer service taught me not to question money, I took the note. Attached to it was a small, white feather, but that hadn't helped to explain how it got there.

Confused, I shook my head, and got back to my work. "Next please!"

[novelmonger]

I keep seeing posts of people complaining about February, or talking about it being depressing, or how it's the worst part of winter, or how the only good thing about it is the occasional reminder that spring is on its way, or how the only thing to look forward to in February is Valentine's Day, and then only if you have an SO.

That makes me really sad, because February is my favorite month of the year.

Granted, I know a large part of that is because my birthday is in February, so I've always looked forward to it. But there's so much to love about it, even if you don't get presents. Here's a few things off the top of my head:

Yes, it's often the coldest time of the year (in the Northern Hemisphere, anyway). But that often means snow and ice! 8D Where I live, at least, we hardly ever get snow around Christmas, but we're more likely to get snow in February, and it's so beautiful.

Fog and rain and mist my beloved! <3

Even if you're one of the many people who prefer sunny days for some reason, just think of those drab, drizzly, freezing days when you're hustling along all bundled up. Maybe you don't like walking through such weather (I do, but I acknowledge that I'm a weirdo), but think of how wonderful it is when you get home! When you step inside, and are suddenly greeted with a blast of warmth and light, and immediately you feel your tight, shivering muscles begin to relax. Think of taking off your coat and scarf and gloves, hanging them up, putting them away, rubbing your hands to get the circulation going and find a cozy spot to just relax. Think of snuggling under a warm blanket, putting on fuzzy socks, whatever you do to get cozy. Isn't that even more deliciously wonderful the colder it is outside?

I dare you to find anything more comforting than holding a mug of the hot beverage of your choice in hands that have been chilled by the February air.

Guess what? February is the only month with less than 30 days! It's the month that gets an extra day on leap years! Doesn't that makes February so weird and quirky and cool?

February's birth stone is amethyst, which is obviously the best gem because it's purple. No, I'm sorry, any argument against this is invalid.

Have you seen the sunsets in February? Deep pink and gold and orange, with the bare black branches of trees silhouetted starkly against the striations of color in the sky...can anything be more breathtaking than this?

If you've complained about February recently or think it's the worst month of the year, I challenge you: Find something praiseworthy about it and tell us about it! Whatever your favorite time of year is, it will come around in due time. But right now, it's February, and I think we should enjoy it while it lasts, not spend the whole month wishing it away.

This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.

- Psalm 118:24

[etraytin]

First Lines of Fic Game

First-lines-of-fic meme! Tagged by @beingatoaster!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway

Whoo, it's been awhile since I did ten fic, but let me dip into the archives here. Most of what I've been writing lately is Minecraft stuff because it is kind of fun to play in a universe where all the physics are made up and the biology doesn't matter. Here we go! (I have decided to take the concept of "first lines" very liberally and go with sort of "first idea of the fic.")

Number 1: We Could Be Sleeping in the Flowers (Hermitcraft) It could be worse, Grian thought to himself as he grimly scaled the wall of his base to attach another few strands of glow lichen. He could have come down with much worse diseases.

Number 2: This Heart of Mine That's Guilty, Not Remorseful (Hermitcraft) “I’m sorry, Grumbot,” Father whispered, and Grumbot didn’t understand. In the darkness of predawn, his sensors could barely detect the small Player crouching under the screen that made up Grumbot’s “face.” Other Father did most of the maintenance on Grumbot, but he could sense the faint discomfort that was someone meddling with his interior components.

Number 3: After One or Two False Starts, I Believe We've Found Our Stride (Double Life) “So do you and Scott still have something going?” Tango asked one night.

Number 4: Do You Know How To Go To The Heaviside Layer? (Double Life) Pearl should’ve just ignored the noise from the forest. She had so much to do! Her precious doggies were well-fed for now, thanks to the meat rotting in Ren and BigB’s abandoned home, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t still time for hunting!

Number 5: Set You Sailing From My Harbor (Double Life) Grian went to Scar in the first quiet moment he could find that first day, the first moment he was sure that the implacable attention of their audience was turned elsewhere.

Number 6: Put Out All Your Strength of Arm and Heart and Brain (Double Life) Pearl woke to the sound of Tilly barking. That was odd in itself, since Tilly rarely barked, but what could be bothering her inside their own base?

Number 7: I Hope You Blink Before I Do (Double Life) Pearl told herself that being alone wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t as though she needed a partner for a simple survival world anyway. She’d done this dance a thousand times on her own.

Number 8: Brick By Brick and Heart By Heart (Hermitcraft, Third Life) The swamp was peaceful at night, Grian thought. Maybe not all swamps but this one certainly was, just a little wedge of nature left tucked between Larry the Snail and the magical village.

Number 9: Isolated Cases (The West Wing) “Does my face look flushed to you?” Josh demanded.  “Well, you’ve been yelling for the past ten minutes, so...” Donna pointed out.  Josh frowned, leaning closer to his laptop. “No, I’m being serious. Do I look flushed to you? I feel hot.” 

Number 10: Cause Problems on Purpose (The Good Place, Untitled Goose Game) It was another perfect day in the Good Place, seventy degrees and sunny, no clouds, no bugs, and no pollution. Around a thousand years ago Janet had changed the neighborhood algorithm to allow for occasional rainy days and a month here and there of perfect summer, autumn or winter, but for the most part the Good Place was a world of beautiful late spring weather.

There's a real big jump in time there between numbers 8 and 9, because I basically didn't write at all after the start of the pandemic (except that one particular fic) until spring of 2022 when the writing bug bit again. Number 1 is a WIP that has been lingering for months now since my mom had her stroke and life got real weird again for awhile, but I'm planning on finishing it up very soon. There is more writing to be done!

Let's see, I'm gonna tag @smallblueandloud and @tanoraqui and @stars-inthe-sky and anybody else who wants to take a little walk down Fic Memory lane. It's fun!

[actuallythatwaspromise]

CONGRATULATIONS on getting your scholarship that's awesome to hear and I know what you mean winter is my favourite too although to be honest we only kinda get winter here legit have 3 weather types hot, summer and then rain and it even rains while it's still sunny so 😂 our weather is confused Job hunting has gone pretty good so far I've had 2 interviews and I'm waiting to back from more 😄

Oh thank you thank you. 🤧 I was really excited when I heard.

Weather is so weird sometimes. Istg I get everything here all the time. It’ll be 20 and snowing one day and then suddenly jump to 65 with a warm breeze.

And yayyy!!! Congrats. I hope you do well! I’m sure they’ll love you. I’m glad you have some interviews.

[sansaorgana]

— THE WINDS OF CALADAN (II)

PART ONE

PAIRING — Duke Leto Atreides x fem!Reader

SUMMARY — Your relationship with Leto and his son is getting better, especially after the happy news. However, your father’s visit to Caladan ruins all the effort and causes a misunderstanding.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — I am very grateful for all the kind comments, likes and reblogs under the previous part. Many people asked for the second chapter, so here we go. 💗 I am also planning to write a fic with a modern Duke Leto soon but my Uni is taking most of my time recently... 🙃

WARNINGS — age gap relationship, mentions of death after childbirth, douchebag father

WORD COUNT — 4,740

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

THE WINDS OF CALADAN (II)

That time of the year, the winds and rain were starting to become so heavy and frequent that it was advised not to leave the palace. Under any other circumstances, it would feel like you were in a trap but because your relationship with your husband and his son was finally developing, it actually gave you an opportunity to spend more time together.

Sometimes, though, you would get caught on a sofa by the window; staring outside at the awful weather with a warm cup of tea between your fingers. Your gaze was longing and your fingernails were tapping on the porcelain impatiently. It was obvious that your mind was somewhere else.

“What’s troubling you?” Leto entered the library where you had been sitting. You two had dropped all the official titles recently but it still felt weird to talk so casually to each other even if you started to regularly lay together. You knew couples – like your parents – who kept calling each other my Lord and my Lady for their whole life.

You turned around with a soft smile to let him know that you were happy to see him.

“Nothing, I just…” you looked down and put the cup down on the table.

“You’re missing home,” he pointed out and sat next to you. You moved slightly to make space. “I know your planet, it’s always warm and sunny.”

“But never too hot,” you chuckled. “I wish we could visit,” you added, sadly.

“You’re welcome to go,” Leto put his hand on your shoulder and caressed it softly. “I’m not keeping you here.”

“Aren’t you scared I’m going to tell my father bad things about you?” you teased and he rolled his eyes. “But, my dear, it’s not about that. I would simply find no pleasure in going there alone.”

“You can take Paul with you. I’m sure he would love to go,” Leto hummed.

“Oh, yes, of course… But, still, I would miss a certain someone,” you turned your head around to look into his deep brown eyes. They sparkled a bit as he smiled.

“I have my duties here. Dukes don’t go on holidays unless we are invited to official meetings.”

“I know. And I won’t leave you here alone when the weather is so awful. It would make you sad!” you promised.

“I am used to it at this point.”

“No, I’m staying,” you turned your whole body around to nuzzle into him and he put his arms around you to keep you close. You pressed your cheek to his chest and took a deep breath in. “Right now it would be a bad time to travel anyway.”

“Why, dear? The weather is not scary to our ships,” Leto caressed your hair carefully.

“I’m not talking about the weather nor our ships, dear husband,” you could feel your face burning out of nervousness and excitement as your lips curled into a big grin.

“What can you possibly mean then?” he furrowed his brow.

“Am I supposed to believe that the medics truly kept a secret from the Duke?” you looked up into his confused eyes. “Oh, dear, I did not expect such loyalty from them.”

“Do you want me to beg for clarification? Now I’m worried when you have mentioned the medics…” Leto cleared his throat.

“I am with child,” you whispered quietly, your lips trembling as you said that and your eyes searched for his reaction.

First, he furrowed his brow, then the muscles of his face twitched and his lips curved into a wide smile. His touch around you changed, it was somehow gentler now and softer, like he was holding a glass.

“R-really?” he asked.

“Oh, I am certain,” you giggled softly, “I can feel my body changing already,” you bit on your lower lip. “Are you happy?”

Leto didn’t answer but he nodded before placing a kiss on your forehead. You could see that his eyes filled with the overwhelming worry that overshadowed the happiness in him.

You didn’t comment on that and decided to give him time.

Leto insisted you should start sharing the same chambers from now on and he instructed maids and guards that you should never be left alone. He was overprotective, which felt nice but also exhausting at times. You cherished your alone time and now you had none of it.

Whenever he was around you, and that would happen more often these days, he was keeping his hand on your growing belly. His big, warm hand spread widely on the bump, making sure his child would be secure. You would play with the ring on his finger and feel at peace with the whole universe. Everything was the way it should be.

One of those times you noticed Paul’s concerned and angry eyes focused on his father’s hand on your belly. In fact, you hadn’t had a conversation with Paul about your pregnancy. You were still helping him with homework and going on walks together but you could sense Paul distancing himself from you and Leto recently.

“He’s a man now. He doesn’t need to be talked to like he’s a child,” Leto said to you the other day.

“He’s a teenager,” you sighed. “I was one, too, not so long ago. I will speak to him.”

Before Leto could protest, you left the chambers and hurried to the end of the corridor and to the staircase to reach the floor where Paul had his quarters. Of course two guards followed you like obedient dogs and at times like this, you wanted nothing else but to yell at them to go away.

You couldn’t, though. You knew that being the Duchess carried lots of responsibilities and duties. Treating guards and maids awfully was a sign of a bad ruler, even if pregnancy would be an excuse. You didn’t want to disappoint your husband, your servants, yourself and the whole Caladan.

Your father was one of those; yelling at the servants. He thought he could because he was close to the Emperor. And your whole life in your father’s house, you had never felt as safe as now in Caladan because you had never had servants and guards so loyal out of duty, respect and love instead of fear.

Once upon a time you had been thinking that every noble man was like your father. Duke Leto had changed that.

You knocked upon Paul’s door and he muttered a “come in” after a long moment of silence.

You entered his chambers and spotted him sitting on the floor while watching a historical holo and making notes. It was for one of his classes.

When he raised his eyes and saw you, he looked down immediately after.

“Am I bothering you?” you asked with a soft smile and put one of your hands on your belly to caress it gently. It was done out of instinct, you hadn’t even thought of that. But Paul noticed the gesture and gave it a very unpleasant look. “What is troubling you, my Prince?” you tried to ask more officially now.

“Is it the boy you’re carrying?” he asked and turned the holo off before throwing his notes away. “My father’s son?”

“It is too early for the medics to say,” you answered and dared to sit on the edge of his bed. He didn’t react to that and only looked up to still have his eyes on you; squinted and calculating.

“Why are you asking me, dear? Is it a little brother you would want the most?” you asked, naively.

“What does he want? My father? Does he want a boy?” Paul swallowed thickly and you furrowed your brow at the sight of his eyes filling with tears.

“We haven’t had this conversation. I don’t think he cares,” you answered.

“Every man wants a son, so I’ve heard,” Paul sniffled.

“Most men want sons only because they need heirs but your father already has one,” you smiled carefully.

“I want it to be a boy,” he announced and you froze for a second. You couldn’t understand that at all because you had thought that he was actually afraid of being replaced.

“Why?”

“I want you to give him the heir I could never be so he can stop expecting all of this of me. I don’t want to be the Duke,” Paul whispered and looked down to hide his tears from you. “But I know it means I’m going to lose his love. I’m going to lose it anyway when the child comes so let’s hope it’s a boy at least… So I am no longer with a burden of power.”

You took a deep breath in and sighed. Damn you, Leto, you thought. He had been the one saying that Paul didn’t need to be talked to…

“Your father loves you,” you reached out your hand to caress his shoulder. “In fact, I am going to reveal something to you since you’ve been so honest with me. He loves you so much that sometimes I am afraid he would never love that child in me as much as he loves you,” you confessed to him and he looked up again; his cheeks all wet and his beautiful eyes reddened.

“Why wouldn’t he?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged your arms in response. “It’s that little voice in my head telling me that but I can see you can hear it, too,” you let out a chuckle and fixed his ruffled hair. “He loves you and nothing will change that love, no matter if you want to be the Duke or not. I am sure you would be a wonderful one and so is your father but I don’t think he would ever force you to do anything. If it’s a son in me, it won’t mean you will no longer be an heir, my dear. Maybe your brother won’t want the title either…?”

“Imagine having two sons and neither of them wanting to be the Duke,” Paul snorted and so did you. “My father would be very unlucky then.”

“I don’t think he would consider himself unlucky. Having two sons is already a great happiness for every parent,” you caressed Paul’s cheek. “And what if it’s a girl? I think it would be wonderful to have a little girl in the palace. Will you love her?”

“I will,” Paul nodded and smiled, nuzzling his face into your hand. “I’ve had this conversation once already, with my real mother,” he revealed.

You froze for a while, realizing what he had just said. Real mother, so you were the substitute mother, which meant that in some way he was seeing a mother in you. He wasn’t much younger than you although you knew you had been presenting yourself more mature – women had to grow up faster than boys in the world like this. It still felt odd that in some way he was treating you like a mother and that he wanted you to caress his cheeks and ruffle his hair but then again, he had lost his real mother as a young child and never again had a woman taking care of him.

“Please, don’t die like her,” Paul nearly begged. “My father won’t survive this again,” he whispered but you both knew that he had meant himself, too.

“I won’t die,” you cracked a smile. “I promise.”

“There you are,” a familiar voice interrupted you and you both looked at the door where Leto had been standing. “Is everything alright?” he furrowed his brow at the sight of your hand caressing his son’s wet cheeks.

“Yes, it is,” you nodded your hand. “What is it, darling?”

“I’ve just received the news that I think might be happy for you,” Leto smiled. “Your father wants to pay us a visit.”

You felt like a little girl again, shuffling your feet impatiently between the folds of your dress as your slightly trembling hands clasped around Leto’s arm. Your smile was wide, your hair and makeup done so pretty that you had spent an hour admiring your own self in the mirror. You wanted your parents to see you were happy here and that your life was good. You wanted them to be proud.

When you heard voices behind the door, your heart skipped a beat but when the door opened and you only saw your father and one of his servants walking inside, your smile dropped.

“Father!” you left Leto’s side and ran up to him, breaking all the rules of the protocole.

However, your father only gave you a scolding look and walked past you to greet your husband.

“Duke Atreides,” he shook his hand firmly as you turned around, hurt and confused.

“Lord (Y/L/N),” Leto greeted him without a smile and then he gave you a sympathetic look.

“Duchess,” your father finally extended his hand towards you in the most official manner.

“Father,” you insisted on not calling him by his surname and you shook his hand back. “I thought mother would come with you…”

“It’s a business trip, my Lady,” he gave you a fake smile and turned around to speak to your husband, abandoning you completely.

You felt like a fool in that dress and hair, the makeup. Was that all he would give you…? Not a single compliment, not a single hug?

“...I’ve heard the Duchess is expecting, that makes the Emperor happy…” you heard a part of their conversation and his eyes finally looked at you again. “Is it a boy or a girl?”

“I will find out tomorrow,” you told him.

“Excellent. We really hope for a boy. That’s what every man wants, is it not?”

We. Like him and the Emperor were the one. What a fool he was, thinking that he meant anything to him… What a naive idiot.

You left the room and decided to go back to your chambers for the rest of the evening.

However, around midnight you were getting bored and quite irritated with the fact your father had been spending all that time in your husband’s office, discussing business and politics. You decided to interrupt them and remind Leto of the late hour. You were sure your father would find it outrageous but Leto would be grateful because he had never been a fan of your father’s company.

You put the robe on your nightgown and tip-toed out of your bedroom. The guard wasn’t there, probably left to stand by the window at the end of the corridor for a while. You took advantage of it and sneaked out to reach Leto’s office.

You stood by the door and you were about to knock upon them but then you heard the conversation taking place.

“Why is the Emperor against the alliance I have made?” Leto asked, irritated. “What is wrong with the alliance?”

“It was made without his permission,” your father reminded him.

“Do I need his permission every time I make an alliance? It doesn’t make sense, the more alliances we have, the more powerful the whole Empire is…”

“Making alliances of your own, my Duke… One might think you’re getting them not for the Emperor but for your own self,” your father sneered.

“Why would I need them?” Leto sighed.

“You know perfectly well why.”

“I am not planning a rebellion against the Emperor. I am loyal to him,” Leto gritted his teeth.

“I know, for now you are. I know everything that is going on here,” you could hear your father’s smirk through the walls and the door. And then, a long silence.

“How?” your husband eventually let out a laugh.

“My dear daughter writes to me regularly. You are being watched, let me remind you,” the vicious words of your father made you gasp and cover your mouth with your hand. It was not true. Why had he said that?

“I am aware,” Leto’s voice changed. It was cold now, so cold like you didn’t even remember now that it could be. You knew he was just playing along so he wouldn’t look like a fool but he was angry.

“Are you really? It seemed to me earlier that day you hold real feelings for my daughter. You didn’t scold her for breaking the protocol and she acted like a schoolgirl instead of the Duchess. It seems to me that you have fallen for her attempts to make you like and trust her. She’s a good actress, always has been. She even tricked you into a child and you know perfectly well that the only person wanting it is the Emperor. He wants someone to replace your son because Prince Paul Atreides is already rotten by your rebellious influence.”

Your heart stopped beating in your chest for a while. One moment earlier you wanted to storm in and scream “It is not true!” but now you felt powerless. You felt like too much damage had been done by your father’s words to just storm inside and yell that those were fake accusations. That he was a cruel man, that you loved your husband, loved his son and loved his child inside you. That you wanted this child and couldn’t give a damn about the Emperor. That those days when you had feared the Emperor were gone now because you had Leto by your side.

No, it was too late now and you were too hurt. You just went back to your chambers, feeling nauseous and trembling out of fear. What would Leto’s reaction be to your father’s lies?

“My Lady?!” a surprised guard widened his eyes at the sight of you approaching him. “When did you leave the bedroom? I haven’t seen you!”

“You should have stayed by the door then, instead of going away on your watch!” you screamed at him and went inside the bedroom, not sparing him a second glance.

You took a deep breath in and opened the door again. He looked at you, scared.

“I’m sorry. I needed a walk, I’m a bit anxious… it’s because of the hormones,” you lied. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. Please, forgive me.”

A Duchess asking her servant for forgiveness. Your father would be really disappointed in you now.

“I have already forgotten, my Lady,” the guard smiled at you sincerely and you sighed out of relief. “Good night, Duchess.”

“Good night, darling,” you closed the door but you didn’t go to sleep. You couldn’t.

You waited for Leto to come back. You were nervous and scared so when you finally heard his footsteps, you almost jumped out of the bed.

“Is the Duchess asleep already?” he asked the guard.

“Yes, my Lord.”

“I will not disturb her then. I’ll go to my own chambers,” he said and just like that he walked away.

Your heart wouldn’t find peace on that night apparently.

He wasn’t present during breakfast either and right after you were supposed to see the medic to find out the gender of your baby. You thought Leto would be there with you but he wasn’t waiting for you with the medics either so you went through the process without anyone. It was quick and painless but it still felt empty and meaningless if you were there completely alone.

With the results in a golden envelope, you walked the halls of the palace slowly, contemplating what to do now.

“My Lady, your father is about to leave Caladan. Do you wish to say goodbye to him?” one of the maids approached you.

“No, thank you,” you faked a smile at her and her eyes widened but she didn’t comment. She only nodded her head and walked away.

You took a deep breath in and decided to go to Leto’s office. When he didn’t answer your knocking, you pushed the door open but then you noticed the room was empty.

You hurried to his chambers and that was when you spotted his maid making up the bed. She informed you that he went out to fly.

“The Duke wanted to clear out his head,” she said. “He should be back soon.”

You nodded your head and thanked her. Your next destination was the hangar. You knew that flying was Leto’s passion and that was something he had wanted to do instead of being the Duke when he was young. However, he didn’t have much time for that now and you had never witnessed him actually doing that.

It was your first time seeing him jumping out of the plane in a flying suit and you had to admit it looked good on him. It made you smile to see him like this and you ran up to him, still squeezing the envelope in your hand.

“My love!” you greeted him and he froze at the sound of your voice. Eventually, he sighed and turned around.

He couldn’t hear how fast your heart was beating and even if he could, he probably blamed it on your run instead of your stomach-twisting nerves. You were terrified of him at that moment and while you knew he would never hurt you physically, you were scared of the damage he would do to your heart now. His eyes were cold and distant but also full of pain.

“I wasn’t asleep last night, I was waiting for your return and then I overheard what you said to the guard,” you swallowed thickly. “Then I couldn’t see you at breakfast and I think you forgot that I had my appointment with the medics later… But it’s alright!” your high-pitched voice sounded desperate and you hated yourself for it. “It’s alright, my dear, it’s not a big deal. I asked them not to tell me so we still could experience it together,” you handed him the envelope. “Oh, please, will you open it? I want to know so badly!” you pleaded like an impatient child.

Leto didn’t say anything. The look he gave you was a mix of resentment and pity. Despite that, he tore the envelope open and read the words on the piece of paper that had been inserted inside by the medic earlier that day.

“It’s a boy,” he said without any emotion and handed you the paper and the envelope back. You saw the news with your own eyes and your eyes glistened with tears.

“Oh! I am so happy! Paul will be happy, too!” you sniffled your happy tears back.

“Why would he be happy to be replaced?” Leto asked coldly and left your side to approach the door of the hangar. You furrowed your brow and rushed after him.

“That is what he wants, don’t you know? He doesn’t want to become the Duke, that’s what he told me,” you tried to grab Leto’s sleeve but he was pulling away every time.

“We never do when we are young but we grow up and change our minds,” Leto said without looking at you.

“I know, I’ve told him he would be a wonderful Duke and there is no guarantee that the new boy would even want to be one either. Anyway, it will feel nice to Paul to know that maybe he is going to have a choice. That if he decides that governing is not for him at all, he won’t leave the Caladan without a ruler. But it’s useless to talk about now, my love, it won’t be something to worry about in a long time now and we should just focus on what’s now and that’s so wonderful to have a little boy, don’t you think?” you sounded so desperate and pathetic that you were even surprised that you could do that.

“He was right,” Leto stopped suddenly in the middle of the way from the hangar to the palace and you stopped right after him, “you’re really a good actress. And I was a fool.”

“No, he was not right!” You sniffled and took a step back, hurt by his words.

“How do you know what I’m talking about?” Let furrowed his brow. “You were spying on me?”

“I am not spying on you! I went to your office around midnight to remind you of the late hour and I overheard the conversation. I wanted to storm inside and stop it but some things my father said were too hurtful for me, so I just turned around and left. I spent the whole night tossing and turning, terrified of your reaction because I could hear in your voice that you had believed his vicious lies. He is disappointed in me because I am not spying on you so he decided to pretend in front of you that I do, so you still feel invigilated and watch yourself. Such behavior is not below him but…” your voice cracked before you took a deep breath in, “...but I am disappointed, dear husband, that you believed those lies. That you still don’t trust me, that you still don’t love me enough to know better,” you raised your head high despite your trembling chin and you walked past him to go back to the palace, leaving him alone in the middle of the way.

You were in your chambers with a book you couldn’t focus on at all. You felt relieved now when you already had told your husband that you knew about his conversation with your father but at the same time you couldn’t quite tell what would be his next step because obviously the next one was his to make.

So you were mostly just staring at the wall in front of you while resting on the pillows on your side of the bed and the book was just an accessory in your hand.

When the doors opened without knocking, you knew it had to be Leto because no one else would dare to enter the Duchess’ bedroom like that.

However, you decided not to look at him and treat him as coldly as he used to treat you in the morning. To give him a taste of his own medicine.

You pretended to read the book and with the corner of your eye you were following his movements. He was now dressed usually and he sat on the edge of your bed carefully before daring to place his hand on your wrist and making you lower the book down. You laid your eyes on him, irritated.

“Will you ever forgive me?” he whispered.

He sounded so broken and sincere that your heart almost felt pity for him.

“Will it always look like this?” you asked him with a sigh. “You doing something awful to me and then asking for my forgiveness, acting like a beaten dog by my bed?”

“I know it’s the second time. Two too many to happen and one too many to forgive,” Leto cleared his throat as his voice was starting to get raspy.

“Why did you believe him?” your eyes filled with tears again. “Why? What have I done those past few months that made me unworthy of your trust?”

“Nothing, my love you’ve done nothing wrong,” he raised your hand and placed a kiss upon it. “He was convincing and he is your father. I could see the way he was treating you but still, as a parent myself, I couldn’t imagine a father lying like that about his own daughter. It seemed to me to be too cruel, so I assumed he had to be telling the truth. I was wrong, I know, and it cost you a sleepless night and a lot of worry, which is very unrecommended in your state and I will never forgive myself for that but I hope for your forgiveness at least… I know it’s greedy to ask for,” Leto lowered his forehead to press it to your hand.

“If my father’s doing is too cruel for you to comprehend, then I am glad you are the father of my child,” you wiped your tears with your free hand and you giggled. He looked up, surprised. “I forgive you, old fool, how can I not? Don’t be too harsh on yourself either; after all, nothing terrible has happened. Just a little misunderstanding,” you caressed his cheek and hair.

“Your father should understand one thing,” Leto moved closer with a smile and cupped your face in his hands. “How could I not be loyal to our Emperor when he was the one to send you to me?”

MASTERLIST

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

ice lolly, m | ksj

pairing(s): seokjin x reader

summary: You (accidentally?) deep throat a popsicle in front of Min Yoongi. It's not what it looks like! Well, it kinda is, but you have a good reason! You just want to give your boyfriend, Kim Seokjin, a mind-blowing blowjob and you read some stuff online and, uh... okay, that still doesn't sound like a good reason, but I swear it is.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; featuring seagull-BTS LOL; crack and fluff; smut (fem reader, m-receiving oral); ft Min Yoongi witnessing your, um, attempt XD; my tongue technology strikes again, maybe you'll learn something?

this is inspired by your hapless adventures, cat whiskers. you told me not to do it, but I'm a brat and I did it anyway LMAO get rekt

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So.

You read this thing online.

What if you just...

"What are you doing?"

You started with a shriek, jamming the entire ice lolly right into the back of your throat, instantly choking and yanking it out of your mouth, only for it to be flung off the wooden stick and fly across the sidewalk, leaving a long, ice-blue streak of melting sugar syrup ending with a demolished hunk of discarded popsicle.

A seagull immediately appeared to peck at it.

You gawked, still clutching the wooden stick, Min Yoongi standing beside the bench you were sitting on.

"Why did you try to deep throat your popsicle?"

A second seagull arrived to peck at the icy hunk of sugar water.

Your mouth was still open, mechanically jerking to face him with fire-red cheeks, and it wasn’t because of the bright sunny weather. He looked very much like a disgruntled cat with his expression, black eyebrow raised, dark brown eyes narrowed, pink lips slightly pursed. Yoongi squinted disapprovingly from under his wide-brimmed straw hat. He wore a long-sleeved black shirt under a white t-shirt, breezy black trousers, and sandals.

Yoongi hated the sun.

A third seagull flapped down onto the boardwalk and joined the other two to poke at the rapidly melting mess on the ground.

"Um..."

He raised a hand dismissively, eyes flicking away from you. "On second thought, don't tell me. I don't want to know." Yoongi jammed his black clutch under his armpit and ripped open his own cold sweet treat, turning away from you to face the ocean.

A fourth seagull flocked over to peck one of them in the head and assist in devouring the ice pop.

"Hey, hyung, what flavor did you get?" a smooth baritone voice piped, appearing in an aqua-and-pink colorful shirt and brown shorts with snazzy sunglasses and tan skin.

You were staring at the four seagulls eating your ice lolly with glee, somewhat frozen yourself, feeling a mixture of jealous, mortified, and absolutely ready to chuck yourself into the ocean if Yoongi said anything to out you to Kim Taehyung right now.

"I don't know. I told them to pick one at random," the straw hat replied.

A fifth seagull appeared, slightly smaller than the rest, poking one in the neck and squawking before trying to prod at the puddle of blue syrup with a small chunk of ice in it.

"I got strawberry," Taehyung replied.

Two more seagulls swooped down, pushing the other five all around. All of them were now pecking at the ice-blue sugar syrup, honking and squawking. Like laughter. One of the seagulls had a weird cry, like a cloth rubbed onto wet glass.

Or a windshield wiper on a car window.

"Disgusting."

You narrowed your eyes at the seven seagulls.

We they... laughing at you?

"Strawberry-flavored things are the worst."

You jumped as someone sat down next to you, ripping open a paper package. He was wearing a short-sleeved pale pink dress shirt with a flashy tie and long blue shorts. A familiar someone dressed like this. He placed his backpack down next to you, smiling brilliantly. Full lips, sparkling brown eyes, milk chocolate-colored locks framing his handsome face.

Your boyfriend, Kim Seokjin.

"S-Seokjin!"

He grinned and leaned in, kissing you lightly. Then he became flustered and laughed awkwardly, a little squeaky, almost like a windshield wiper on a car window.

"Hah, sorry, you looked really cute just now."

You blinked rapidly.

Do you tell your boyfriend that you tried to deep throat your ice lolly in attempt to see if you could extend your tongue around the bottom because you read on a certain-website-not-to-be-named that it might be possible to suck dick and lick balls at the same time and you were determined to learn so you could perform said act?

And do you tell Seokjin that Min Yoongi caught you in the middle of it?

Er…

Seokjin cheerfully licked at his lemon ice pop, oblivious to your inner struggle.

"Where's yours? I thought you got one too?"

The seven seagulls cackled. You glared at them, ready to fight.

"Hyung."

Never mind, you paled to the color of rice paper as the deep voice with a little rasp to it appeared beside Seokjin, straw hat and all. You wished you could merge with your pastel floral summer dress and float off with the sea breeze, straight into the ocean after seeing the deadpan expression of Min Yoongi holding a mint green popsicle.

He looked bored, but his eyes were mocking you.

Asshole.

"She dropped it by accident."

"Ah, really?" Seokjin frowned, nudging you with his hand. "Here, have some of mine. I'll share with you." He wrapped his arm around you and patted your shoulder fondly, holding his ice lolly out to you. You felt your heart skip a little at his kindness and closeness.

Yoongi smirked behind Seokjin's head.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

The seven seagulls flapped off, flying above five guys standing near you three, eating icy sweet treats together on the boardwalk this sunny day, enjoying this nice retreat to the sea. A lone seagull popped out from behind a trashcan, trotting over, eyeing the wet spot of sugar syrup soaked into asphalt.

It slunk away in a back corner, dejected that there was nothing left.

"Come on, hurry before it melts."

You nibbled off a chunk. Mmm. Cold, lemony, and delicious. You smiled at Seokjin gratefully and he smiled back, warm and inviting, his cheeks puffing a little like the edges of raised bread. A little sheepish at the public display of affection, but unable to help it when he was with you.

"You might as well stick the whole thing in your mouth," Yoongi said off-handedly, walking away to the group of five guys, leaving you choking on the bench again as Seokjin rubbed your back soothingly, worriedly asking you what was wrong.

-

"YOU TRIED TO DEEP THROAT A POPSICLE?"

"Seokjinnie–"

"IN FRONT OF YOONGI?"

"Erm, it's not what it sounds like–"

"YOONGI???????"

“I swear it’s not what It sounds like!”

Seokjin yanked the towel off his head, half-dried brown hair sticking up every which way, gawping at you with a slack jaw and shocked brown eyes. He was wearing his emerald green silk pajamas, fresh after a nice shower from the hot day. You too, wore a set of pajamas, a matching outfit with Seokjin.

“It’s not what it sounds like?” he sputtered, flabbergasted, partly flabbered but mostly aghast.

You opened your mouth and closed it. Then you opened it again.

“Okay, it is what it sounds like, but–!”

Why did you bring this up now? Well, your boyfriend was asking you if you wanted to take some medicine and sleep early because you said you weren’t feeling well at dinner. He was a sweet bean and wanted the best for you, and the truth came out in mid-discussion. Seokjin and you had left earlier than everyone else, declining the scenic walk home, mostly because you could no longer stand Yoongi making snide remarks that meant nothing to anyone else except you.

“You might need a bit more force to suck up that thick milkshake. Or wait for it to melt.”

“That’s a pretty big piece of steak. Maybe you should cut it a bit smaller, so you don’t choke.”

“You sure you don’t want to stay for dessert? We could stop by the store and get you an ice lolly on our way home.”

You glared at him all evening.

Yoongi just smirked when Seokjin wasn’t looking.

Asshole.

“Why would you do that in public?” Seokjin was saying, yanking you back to reality and out of your daydreams of socking that smug little shit in the face. “Why would you do that at all?”

“G-Gah, it… it just… just occurred to me…”

“It occurred to you to suck an ice lolly like a dick?”

Seokjin looked as if he was going to pass out and divorce you at the same time and you weren’t even married yet.

“Why, because you’re going to suck frozen dick at some point in your life? Because my dick isn’t ever at subzero temperatures, so unless you’re sucking Mr. Freeze or Subzero’s dick–”

You waved your arms in a panicky manner, flapping your sleeves like a fucking seagull. “No, no, no, I read something online–”

“Oh, you read something online!” he exclaimed, wiggling in place, and now it sure as hell sounded like Kim Seokjin was mocking you while also being disappointed in you and if that wasn’t the most big dad energy you weren’t sure what was. “Yes, because that totally means you should perform fellatio on an ice pop in front of Yoongi of all fucking people! Are you trying to get bronchitis or something–”

“I admit it was a mistake!”

“A miss-take! It was a terrible take! Cut! Refilm! Actually, no, because maybe don’t try to give a blowjob to a fucking popsicle at the boardwalk in broad daylight!”

You smacked Seokjin in the chest and he looked highly offended, finally shutting up for one goddamn second so you could (poorly) explain your logic behind the incident.

“Look, Yoongi was not supposed to be there. At all. I got mine first and you all were deciding and arguing, so I decided to sit down and eat it, but then I noticed it was a specific length–”

Seokjin’s eyebrows rose so high they nearly left his face.

You prodded him in the pecs and he winced, pouting at you.

“So, I tried to put it in my mouth, but then Yoongi showed up and fucking spooked me and I jabbed myself in the throat because I was surprised and ended up rocket-launching my ice lolly across the sidewalk and then these fucking seagulls showed up, those bastards–”

“None of this explains why you tried to do it in the first place.”

“Uh…”

Your eyes shifted awkwardly.

Seokjin impatiently tapped his naked wrist that had no watch on it.

“I read it… in an online smut story I was reading…”

You perfectly handsome boyfriend might actually get a wrinkle if he continued to raise his eyebrows to the fucking moon. “You do what?”

You poked your index fingers together, biting your lip. “Because… I’m not very good at it… so I was thinking maybe I could learn some tips or something…”

“What?”

Now his voice was soft, immediately dropping the act and his anger. You saw him reach out and place his hand over yours, wrapping his fingers around tightly, tugging. You looked up and he tilted his head, brow knitted in worry.

“Hey,” Seokjin frowned, full lower lip sticking out. “What do you mean, you’re not good at it? You are. I like everything you do.”

You chewed on your lip anxiously. “But… but…” It was a stupid thought and, honestly, not that big of a deal, but it had been eating away at you for a while, so you just winced and let it out.

“You never finish with my mouth.”

Rapid blinking was his response. His eyebrows disappeared under his brown hair again.

“And it bothers me. You always finish with your hand into my mouth, but I can’t seem to do it by myself.”

Seokjin’s lips parted, looking apologetic. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

You wrung your hands, loosening his grip on you. “I don’t know, it seems weird to say in the moment and it’s embarrassing… I thought maybe I wasn’t good enough…”

“No, no,” he said gently, holding your shoulders and shaking his head. “I...” His ears turned bright red and he swallowed. “I just like… seeing it shoot out into your mouth.” He coughed awkwardly, squeezing your shoulders. “It’s, er, nice, watching my cum drip onto your tongue and lips…” Seokjin cleared his throat and smiled, cheeks puffing out, looking a bit like the sides of freshly baked bread. “I didn’t realize my selfishness was making you feel inadequate. That’s not it at all. I only wanted to make it easier on you, and, cough, it’s kind of hot…”

“O… oh.”

He patted your shoulder fondly. “It’s only a misunderstanding. We can do whatever you want next time, okay? I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I will do better.”

You nodded and smiled, feeling much more relieved about the whole thing. Seokjin always had the ability to help you let things go, and it always made you feel a little lighter. It was part of the past now and you wouldn’t be bothered if Yoongi teased you any longer, because you had the best boyfriend in the whole world. There was no need to feel embarrassed.

You wrapped your arms around Seokjin and gave him a big, fierce hug.

Only to be impaled in the lower stomach.

“Ow!”

“Ack!”

You jerked back, whipping your head down.

“No, no, no, stop! Stop looking!”

“Why are you hard?!”

Seokjin waved his arms and abruptly flapped his hands down on his massive tent. “We were talking about blowjobs! And you! What do you think is going to happen?” he spluttered, the red creeping from his ears to his cheeks now, matching the exact shades used on merchandise during Christmas time with emerald green pajamas and a red face.

You gawked at him and he gawked back.

Wait.

“This is a perfect chance!”

“No, no, no, it is not, cease and desist, woman! Everyone is coming back soo–Gah!”

There was flurry of movement and Seokjin’s pajama pants were flung off, along with his shirt, and you were pushing him down onto the bed, him panicking the entire time, but he couldn’t have been that mad about it, because he was helping you by backing up, yelping as you hooked your fingers over the waistband of his underwear and yanked down, freeing his erection that nearly slapped you in the face.

“You trying to take out my eyeball?” you teased, grinning.

“You assaulting me and you’re upset that I’m fighting back?” Seokjin retorted, trying to hide his smile and be serious, but he was terrible at that and so were you, both of you grinning like a pair of idiots.

Well, you were certainly a little bit of an idiot for trying to deep throat a – you’re right, we’ll let it go (for now).

“I learned some things,” you said excitedly, forcing his legs open abruptly and making him squeak.

“Things? Ack!”

You leaned down and lifted his hard length up delicately, licking a fat stripe from base to tip, sighing softly as you came into contact with the velvety skin and his clean scent, Seokjin gasping above you, but suddenly this was not about him, this was about the cock in front of you and all the information you had complied to this point, ready to apply your learning. You wrapped your lips around the head, swiping your tongue on the underside, and Seokjin groaned, hips twitching but you grabbed them and pressed them firmly to the bed, shooting him a glare.

“Don’t interrupt me,” you growled around his dick.

He gave you a helpless frown. “Hello, I’m still attached to this di–”

You stared at him and slid your tongue out from your lips, swirling it around his girth, pressing the sensitive tip around the contours of your mouth, his eyes widening as he witnessed spit dripping from the wet muscle.

“O… oh…”

You let your eyes drift over his form, slowly, slowly, savoring the lines of his body, broad shoulders, shapely collarbones, the curve downwards to his trim waist, all the while taking him your mouth, tongue and lips soft and mouth tight, breathing deeply, eyes flickering up to his face and his expanding pupils, watching you with awe.

“Holy shit… and you’re not even naked… o-oh, fuck…”

You cocked an eyebrow, probably looking much more confident than you actually felt, but that didn’t matter. Fake it till you make it, right? And besides, every protagonist in every story has a moment of letting go and having courage and this was your moment, inorganic or not, flexing your tongue against Seokjin’s ever stiffening length, his breathing turning into wispy moans, watching you poised over him with his dick in your mouth, still wearing the silk pajamas and yet.

He watched you with amazement, love and lust in his brown orbs.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Your ears burned hot and you tried not to choke on his dick in embarrassment.

Don’t ruin the moment!

Somehow you managed not to freak out and pressed your lips to the base of his cock, hitting his crotch, the uncomfortable feeling of too full expanding your throat, the head practically plugging your airway, but one glance at Seokjin and the suffocation was worth it, seeing him tip his head back, messy brown hair sliding past his forehead, groaning your name with his eyes closed.

You pulled back a little, took a breath, and went back down for the kill.

“What the fuck…?”

Lower lip opening, tongue stretching out, only able to move the tip a bit at the top of his balls. Hm. This wasn’t working. You adjusted and cupped a hand under them, lifting the two soft mounds and pressing them to your chin, your tongue swiping out over them, his dick bending a little in your mouth (more flexible and a lot warmer than an ice lolly, by the way), and Seokjin was losing it above you, shuddering and whining, a mix of curses and your name as you turned your head to get a different angle, the tip of his cock pushed to one side of your throat, determined to see what was most comfortable and got you the best reaction, saliva coating his balls and causing them to become more slippery. You furrowed your brows and gripped his balls tighter, smearing the slick liquid over the soft skin and Seokjin moaned obscenely loudly, falling onto the bed, back arching.

“Oooh, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Abruptly, your throat spasmed, reminding you that needed to breathe, and you pulled back, coughing and panting slightly.

“Does that feel good?” you wheezed. Not the sexiest. You grimaced and cleared your throat, asking again. “Did that feel good for you?”

Seokjin tipped his head up, brown eyes glazed over, breathing hard. “Ah… It feels nice, but I don’t think I could finish with that…” Your frown deepened, but he shook his head, sending his brown hair floating everywhere. “It’s not tight enough. But it’s an insane turn on, so I think I could cum faster after…” He coughed, cheeks flushing. “After feeling and seeing it, you know?”

Your frown erased and you nodded, gently rubbing his soaked balls, seeing him shiver and his breathing shallow. “I think I understand, yeah.”

“Can… ah, can you finish me, p-please, ack, you k-keep – fuuuuuuuck…”

You went down again, but this time your focus was on the tightness of your mouth, tongue sliding from side to side, bobbing your head in a smooth, swift motion, keeping your lips soft, eyes closing as you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth, completely focused on the sensation of Seokjin in between your lips, breathing him in, the soft scent of fresh soap and his sweetness, trying to remember if there was anything you had forgotten.

Ah, yes!

You tipped your head back slightly and Seokjin cried out, heady and erotic, as the head of his cock dragged along the roof of your mouth before burying into your throat, over and over, hot saliva and a squirming tongue amplifying the sensation, realizing you needed to relax your throat but clench your mouth muscles while relaxing your lips and doing all this while keeping track of where his cock was going in your mouth so you didn’t accidentally choke on his dick.

A whole new level of multitasking.

Was the writer of that erotica you were reading some kind of sex god, because what the fuck–

But it didn’t matter, because even if it was sloppy and you couldn’t focus on all these things simultaneously, Seokjin was feeling only pleasure, fingers curling in the sheets, barely able to choke out his words through his moans.

“F-Faster, please…”

Faster? You could barely keep up as it was!

“Please…” he whined and you obeyed immediately, faster it was, because you were weak for him, weak for Kim Seokjin and his pleading face, pupils so blown out he seemed intoxicated, drunk on pleasure, and that made you aroused too, seeing your effect of him, tightening ever more and increasing the pace, the wet smacking sounds quickening, echoing in the bedroom with his lustful groans of your name, so sweet and loving that if you weren’t going to pass out from how fast you were going, you were surely going to pass out from the overwhelming adoration in his eyes. It made you push for a little bit more, push your limits a little harder, made you feel like you could do this.

For him.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

Seokjin gripped the sheets tight and threw his head back, chest expanding with a low moan, thrusting his hips up and cock jolting, shooting thick streams into your throat, and your eyes widened, forced to stop, feeling his cum pool, creamy and viscous, tasting the delicious saltiness at the base of your tongue, your eyelids fluttering a little at the feeling of the tip rutting against the roof of your mouth and more dribbling out, coating the inside of your mouth.

Oh.

Oooh, fuck, it felt good.

You swallowed, feeling victorious and insanely horny, tongue circling round and round his flinching stiffness, able to sense the pulse and his shudders, descending again because you couldn’t get enough, so good, the feeling of him still in your mouth, him shivering at your persistent licks and light sucks, stroking his hips and moaning at the skin to skin.

The front door banged open downstairs and there was a lot of laughing and shouting.

Your eyes snapped open and Seokjin looked back at you in sheer panic.

The footsteps up the stairs proved they were being taken two at a time.

“Shit.”

Never had Seokjin yanked his cock so fast out of your lips (sad) and snatched his underwear and pajamas, bolting to the bathroom and throwing himself in there in record time the literal second the bedroom door was yanked open by rambunctious strength and a grin whose front teeth were ever-so-slightly too large for his face.

“Hyung, noona!”

You were laying with your head in your hand and your elbow on the bed, which was probably too sexual and weird for Jeon Jungkook, but that was all you got that this moment. He gave you a slightly disturbed and confused look under his big black bucket hat.

“Where’s hyung?”

You coughed and lowered your hand, trying to get in a less awkward position. “B-bathroom…” you rasped. Oh no. Did you go too hard? You sounded a bit like the crypt keeper. Fortunately, you didn’t look like one, so there was that. You rubbed your throat, wincing at the soreness. You definitely went a bit rough. You weren’t no young spring chicken anymore. You were going to feel that in the morning.

Sacrifices had to be made.

Jungkook pouted, bounding up to you and tilting his head. He was a moving black fabric mountain with his long-sleeved shirt and billowy shorts. “Are you really sick, noona? Do you want hot tea or some milk?”

Oh my God, Jungkook, I just sucked some dick and that’s why I sound dead.

Don’t say that.

“I… I’ll be fine, Jungkook. Did you have a nice walk?”

“Oh, yeah! There were fireworks! I think the city was celebrating something, and it was so colorful and pretty…”

You sat there and nodded, trying to listen intently while trying not to think about how Seokjin was in the bathroom rinsing off his saliva and cum-covered dick literal meters from you and oblivious Jungkook.

You saw movement behind Jungkook’s excitedly bouncing head. No straw hat, just black hair flattened against his forehead, covering his cat-like, dark brown eyes.

Yoongi.

He smirked, holding up a box.

Frozen ice lollys, the fizzy soda flavor that was light blue.

A muscle in your eye twitched.

Asshole.

--

masterpost

[amethyst-allium]

Redstone Stains

The day was bright and sunny, perfect weather as always on the Hermitcraft server. Not too hot, not too cold. A gentle breeze lazily crawled across the stretch of plains before Etho as he made his way down the winding path towards his destination.

With one arm casually tucked at his side and into a pocket, and the other balancing a pick across his shoulder, he looked to be quite at ease.

Just ahead waited the Horse Course, in all its glory, and at the end of Etho’s journey, stood a moss-adorned Bdubs with his hands on his hips.

Beneath his mask, Etho smiled and called out to his friend, “Hey Bdubs!”

Bdubs turned, acknowledging Etho with a frustrated scowl.

“What’s goin’ on, buddy?” Etho had made it to the entrance of the racing course now, and dutifully in her hole still, he could hear Giddy whinnying.

“Oh nothing important, just fixing your redstone as usual!” Bdubs clapped his hands together in an attempt to rid himself of the bright red dust. “Gotta do all the work myself around here.”

Etho lifted an eyebrow and leaned to the side to peer curiously at the course. “Fix? What’s wrong with it?”

Bdubs mumbled something under his breath and then stomped over to one of the obstacles. Dramatically, he gestured towards it and then stamped a foot down on a pressure plate.

The device worked as it should have, playing a quick jingle and then opening a few gates nearby.

Etho’s brow furrowed, confused. “I don’t understand.”

Bdubs glanced over his shoulder to see it all working just as intended. Throwing his hands up in the air, he let out a few jumbled words and then stamped down on the plate once more for good measure.

Again, it worked perfectly.

“Well when I tested it in my own world it wasn’t working!”

Etho snickered and shook his head, leaning against a post at the entrance.

“So it’s working just fine, and you’re muddling with it on purpose, eh? Maybe you just didn’t copy it right.”

Bdubs chose to ignore the comment and instead trudged over to a spot near the gates, where he dug down and disappeared. When he reemerged, he was covered yet again in redstone dust, and even grumpier.

“It’s perfect,” he sounded defeated.

“Nothing but the best.” Etho gave his friend a wink and then stood straight, walking over to the gates. He leaned forward and held out a hand, helping Bdubs from the hole that hid the inner workings of the obstacle.

Grumbling again, Bdubs took Etho's hand and clambered out. Once above ground, he attempted to dust off his hands and found that the red stuck to his fingers. Looking for something else to direct his complaints onto, he began aggressively rubbing his palms against his thighs and cursing.

“Bdubs, c’mon now, you’re not gonna get it off like that.”

“Stupid redstone! Why won’t it come off!!?”

Etho chuckled, leaning now against a gate and crossing his arms. “I thought you were a redstone master?”

Bdubs chose to pause his bickering to glare at his friend. “What! Just because I’m a redstone genius, doesn’t mean I know everything about this stupid stuff,” again he scraped his palms against his pants. “Sometimes I spare the details! Otherwise my brain would get too big with knowledge!”

Snorting, Etho rolled his eyes and unfolded his arms, carefully removing a glove from one hand. “Redstone stains, Bdubs. See?” He held his arm out for his friend to see. Just as he said, his pale fingers and palm were tinted with a faint red color.

“Hey! I thought your hands were just weird,” the shorter of the two grabbed the splayed hand and inspected it carefully. “Plus you’re always wearing gloves!”

“Rude.”

The duo shared a moment of silence, Etho pondering how Bdubs had managed to skirt around the fact that redstone stains for all these years, and Bdubs lost his mind to an endless squabble of thoughts about Etho’s hand. It was rough, calloused after all these years of hard work and building. The black coating of polish on his nails was chipping, probably a few days old. Underneath the color, he could see the red stains on and beneath his nails. Etho really did work with the dust a lot. He was smart that way. His hand was kind of cold, too. No wonder he kept them shoved in his pockets all the time.

Weirdly enough, Bdubs couldn’t believe they were holding hands, it felt strange and yet comforting. They were holding hands.

Oh my god they were holding hands!

The sudden drop of his hand caught Etho off guard. Bdubs cleared his throat and wiped his hands down his front one last time for good measure.

“So I missed a few details over the years. No biggie!”

“Sure.”

There was a strange tension between the two of them now, and Etho wasn’t quite sure what for. Regardless, he slipped his fingers back through the glove and went back to occupying the empty space in his pocket.

“Should we finish the course today?”

“What? Oh. Yeah, sure.” Bdubs swallowed and awkwardly coughed into his fist. “Horse Course. Right.” He was distracted.

“Alright then, what section still needs work? The redstone’s all finished, unless you wanted me to add anything?”

“No- no! Everything’s fine! Working like a charm, as per usual.” Bdubs set a shulker box down and rummaged through its contents.

“Right.” Etho sat on a free log and watched as Bdubs rifled through his work box.

“Here-,” at last he took out a block and handed it to Etho. "We just need a spot for people to tie their horses. Think you can manage that Mr. Perfection?"

Etho chuckled and took the block. He turned and scanned the only clear section of plains left. Biting the inside of his cheek, he tapped a finger to his chin and then set off in a direction just off to the side of the course's entrance.

He hummed softly as he worked, quickly whipping up a small stable where people could let their horses rest between races.

After placing down the last block, a simple hay bale for decoration, he stepped back and admired his work. With a satisfactory nod, he turned and realized Bdubs hadn't moved from his spot by the gate since Etho had left him.

Quirking an eyebrow, he planted his hands on his hips and gave Bdubs a curious look. "Uhh… everything up to your standards, man?"

Bdubs stared, confused, for a moment before quickly realizing he'd been watching Etho the whole time.

His face brightened a shade not much lighter than the redstone that coated his fingers and he quickly turned to pretend to rummage through his box again.

"Fine! Everything's fine!" He said, waving a hand dismissively.

Etho was next to him in a short moment. He crouched down and gently placed a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Bdubs are you okay? You seem a little off today, buddy."

Bdubs looked away, refusing to meet Etho's gaze. He wrung at his hands, unable to hide his fidgeting.

"I'm fine! Perfect even!"

Etho squinted again, his gaze flickering to Bdubs' jittery hand movements. Realization dawned on him, perhaps before it had even dawned on Bdubs.

"You can keep holding it if you want." E smiled and held out his hand, cocking a sly brow at the moss-man.

"PFFFF! WHAT? No- no! I'm a grown man, I don't need to hold yer hand!!" He waved his hand to the side, but hesitated as it hovered over Etho's.

Grumpily, he turned, his cheeks and ears growing hot as he plunged into the unknown, taking Etho's hand in his own.

Etho smiled warmly and intertwined his fingers with Bdubs'.

"Of course, of course. No problem, Bubs."

"We're getting distracted! We need to finish the course or it's never getting done!" He said, heart pounding in his chest.

"Whenever you're ready then."

The two then quickly dove back into work, finishing up the horse course just as the sun began to set, hand in hand.

Fic dedicated to my beloved friend @uhohgottashreep <3

[gracieblood]

wait that looks fun hdhdhs

happy endings or sad endings - i’m emo enough as it is, leave me alone.

full moon or crescent moon - i don’t have an explanation for this idk what you want me to say-

sushi or burgers - i love both so it’s hard to pick but ultimately i’d go for sushi

listening or talking - shut up you twat it’s my turn to speak ✨

summer or winter - the beach my beloved <3

sea or mountains - it’s no contest really. the coast is my whole life and it’s weird to think of having that taken away from me

apartment or own house - i really want one of those penthouse apartment things like the one my cousin and his boyfriend have

autumn or spring - it’s always april on my blog but we also appreciate autumn. spring gives me hayfever.

loud music or quiet music - it’s never loud enough dhdhsjs

morning or evening - i don’t have to do shit in the evening i can lie in bed and watch taskmaster

sun or moon - to match my dazzling personality 😉

regrets or no regrets- i feel like this one is obvious

big city or small town - funny how i grew up in a small town and want to get out of here asap and the person i reblogged this from grew up in a city and hates that

walk or car ride - 100766574478%

day or night - green day.

love at first sight or slowly falling in love - i find it hard to believe that you can look at someone and instantly fall in love

showers or baths - love me a nice bath with some bubbles

coke or pepsi - PEPSI MAX MAXIMUM TASTE NO SUGAR INIT

cats or dogs - someone get me a cat

hot or cold - i prefer warm weather but i’d rather freeze to death than boil/burn to death although that wasn’t the question was it-

gold or silver - i wear mainly black and silver jewellery so yeah

texting or calling - please don’t call me :(

clowns or no clowns - i mean i don’t really have a problem with them-

sunny or rainy - as someone who used to be an ariana grande fan, RAINNN ONNNN MEE

long fics or ficlets - if you have any fic recommendations ever make sure they’re short or i won’t read them

white or black - they laugh at me not because i’m emo i just happen to also be an emo

rivers or lakes - lakes are just really fucking boring m8

sunset or sunrise - they look the same dont they? probably sunset though

movie or series - love me a good gay romance movie

dark or light - they still laugh at me and it’s still not because i’m emo i still just also happen to be emo

pizza or pasta - i love both and could never choose

classics or fanfic - not a big fanfic fan tbh

piercings or no piercings - yesyyesyesyesyesyesyes

bright or pastel - i just really like neon colours ig

yes or no - no you fucking twat

tagging @l393ndjean @mindblanknothoughts @imtooobsessedrn @a-mess-of-a-person and anyone else idk

I love doing these (x)

tagged by the lovely @queereldritch

happy endings or sad endings —> happy endings

full moon or crescent moon —> full moon

sushi rolls or burgers —> sushi

listening or talking —> listening, but I also talk a lot when it comes to people I’m comfortable with being around

summer or winter —> winter

the sea or the mountains —> mountains

apartment or own house —> own house

autumn or spring —> autumn

loud music or quiet music —> loud music

morning or evening —> evening

sun or moon —> moon

regrets or no regrets —> no regrets

big city or small town —> can I say both? depending on the circumstances

walk or car ride —> car ride

day or night —> night

love at first sight or slowly falling in love —> slowly falling in love

showers or baths —> baths

cola or pepsi —> cola

cats or dogs —> dogs (but I’m also a proud cat mom)

heat or cold —> cold

gold or silver —> gold

texting or calling —> texting

clowns or no clowns —> clowns (if you know, you know😉)

sunny or rainy —> rainy

long fics or ficlets —> long fics

white or black —> black

rivers or lakes —> lakes

sunsets or sunrises —> sunsets

movie or series —> this is hard because there’re so many shows that I’m addicted to but I guess movies, overall

dark or light —> dark

pizza or pasta —> pizza

classics or fanfiction —> depends. but I’ve certainly read fanfictions that are better than some classic literature

piercings or no piercings —> either is fine with me

bright or pastel —> pastel

yes or no —> depends

tagging beautiful people; @josephfakingquinn @josephandjamie @jcbbby @trekkitkat @sullxo @johnsimms @can-of-pringles @ohfallingdisco @foodiewithdahoodie @elhaspowers @vecnathegreat @creelsclocks @jensomniac @nebulousfishgills @thelostsisters @onesmainbitch (don’t feel pressured to do this if you were tagged, these are just for fun) everybody is welcome to join