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[lovelyney]

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IN WHICH: You accidentally whack Wriothesley in the nose during a training session and feel bad !!

PAIRINGS: Wriothesley x (GN!) Reader

SCENT: fluff but gets kind of nsfw towards the end ??

WARNINGS: uh wrio makes a comment implying masturbation towards the end? that and you guys just makeout, lol.

FLORIST’S NOTE: Reader is a mix between Wrio’s and Sigewinne’s assistant !! Also happy belated new years, blossoms !!

SONG: Bang! Bang! (K,NAAN & Adam Levine)

───────────2023 !! #©LOVELYNEY

WRIOTHESLEY LAUGHS as you drag him through the Fortress of Meropide, drawing the attention of those around you. Though typically, you’d feel uncomfortable, embarrassed, or perhaps self-conscious under the scrutinizing gaze of others, this time, it’s different. Your attention is focused solely on Wriothesley as he holds his free hand up to his bloodied nose. Knowing Wriothesley and his job here, it’s easy to imagine it resulting from a scuffle with a particularly stubborn criminal or something along those lines. However, the truth cannot be farther from that. In actuality, you’re the one responsible for this bloody nose. . . Allow me to expand on the situation a little.

Around a week or so ago, he unexpectedly marched into your office and insisted you learn how to fight. His motives for the sudden declaration were not out of a lack of appreciation for your work at the Fortress but rather a desire for your protection while he’s away. On another note, he believes you’re too “reserved and gentle” with others—“too much like a frightened kitten rather than a fearsome lion,” as he blatantly put it. It was a comparison you found somewhat degrading, yet you couldn’t deny it did speak the truth of your nature. In the end, you decided to comply with his wishes, and from there on out, he started to teach you self-defense and train you.

Cut to the present: Wriothesley pulled you aside for your daily training session. Everything was going swimmingly at first, with you defending yourself from his attacks as usual. Then, amid it all, you accidentally hit him square in the nose and rather hard at that. The punch was neither intentional nor malicious, but it still managed to send him stumbling back and clutching his nose in pain. A tsunami of guilt and worry flooded your system as you frantically apologized to him, but he simply brushed it off and smiled. The look in his eyes was one of mild shock but also of something more. . . fond. He seemed amused rather than angry or annoyed, appearing to be impressed and even a little smitten.

Sigewinne enters the infirmary with the medical supplies you requested, stopping just inside the door to ask you a question. She furrows her brow in concern, noticing the panic in your expression. “Are you sure you don’t want me to take care of him, Mx. (Y/N)? You’re a bit pale. . . Maybe you should sit and rest for a little while,” she offers kindly.

Wriothesley observes you with a lovesick expression as you prepare a cotton swab, your tongue poking out between your lips from concentration. His heart singes when you take his hand that’s pressed to his nose and lay it gently on his lap; your skin is warm and soft compared to his, scarred and calloused, from his duties here at the Fortress.

When you assure her with that enchanting smile of yours—the same one that drives him wild—it feels like his entire body has been set on fire, and he’s certain you can feel that fire when you press your palm to his cheek to keep him still. “D—Don’t worry, Sigewinne. I’ll be alright. Thank you, though.” You answer calmly, despite your hold on him being slightly shaky.

With a brief nod of her head, Sigewinne slips out of the room, leaving you and Wriothesley alone. As you press the cotton swab to his nose, he lets out a sharp hissing sound as the disinfectant works its magic. “Ouch! Shit, maybe I didn’t give you enough credit. That was a hell of a punch. . .” he chortles, trying to lighten up your mood a little. But his amusement falters when you pout, your face a heartbreakingly adorable sight.

“I—I really am sorry, Your Grace! I didn’t expect to hit you so hard. . . In—In fact, I thought you’d move out of the way before I even got the chance too,” you lament and carefully tilt his chin up, making sure you cleaned all the blood off. “How badly does it hurt? Do—Do you want me to go get some painkillers or ice? Please, just—”

“Breathe, (Y/N).” Wriothesley’s tone is soothing as he speaks, seeming intent on consoling you. “I’m perfectly fine, sweetheart. I’ve dealt with far worse scuffs than this. So, please, don’t think for a second I’m mad at you or anything of that nature. I’m more proud than anything, really.” He adds, melting under the warmth and care of your gaze. He finds himself feeling a little selfish in this moment, wishing you’d always spend so much time doting on him. You’re always so engrossed in your work, and as much as he admires that side of you, he’s also become increasingly smitten with you without you even batting an eye. Your self-absorbed disposition has made you oblivious to his adoring eyes, and he can’t help but feel a mix of heartbreak and longing as he considers how blind you are to his affections. “Hm. . . Now that we’re alone, there is something I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while,” he admits, humming contentedly as your hand presses to his face once more, oblivious to the surge of adrenaline that shoots through his veins with every touch. Your affectionate actions result from your nurturing demeanor, but he begs silently for them to mean something more.

Your puzzled expression, bearing a resemblance to a confused puppy, only further softens the gentle smile on Wriothesley’s face. “Is that so? Is—is there a reason you’re only bringing it up now?” You inquire anxiously, teeth sinking into your lower lip. You hope that your unexpected punch wasn’t the last straw for him firing you or something like that. The worry in your voice and tension in your body language betray your deep concern, and Wriothesley finds himself smitten by your innocence and tenderness.

The duke pauses momentarily, seeming to mull something over in his mind. “It’s been harder to get you alone these days, with you always engrossed in your paperwork or helping Sigewinne. I can’t bring myself to tear you away when you’re always so faithful.” He acknowledges. His eyes linger over your lips for just a moment too long, his imagination taking over as he considers the softness of them and how they taste. His heart pounds against his ribcage as he holds back the urge to kiss those teeth away and murmur how he’s the only one allowed to ruin your lips.

You mutter the words, “My apologies, your Grace,” as you press the bandage to the bridge of his nose. Taking a step back, you freeze under the intensity of his gaze. “Well, you have my full, unrivaled attention as of r-right now...?” You try to sound confident, but your sheepish expression gives you away.

Wriothesley hums in response, amused and enticed by the sudden color that washes over your face. Clearing his throat, he slips one hand around your waist and pulls you flush against his warm frame. His eyes flutter shut for a brief moment as he allows the intensity of the moment to sink in. “Oh? Do I now? Good,” he purrs, his voice deep and velvety as it echoes in your ears—sending vibrations throughout your core. You shudder when the smooth of his fingers glide over the exposed skin on your waist, and he almost finds it a little sadistic with how much he’s enjoying you squirm when he hasn’t even done anything.

Your breathing becomes a touch erratic as you feel the lingering touch of his hand against your waist. You attempt to mask your growing excitement, skin prickling with electricity. Despite your best efforts, there’s a faint quiver in your words that you can only hope he doesn’t notice. “G—Go on. . .”

Sadly, nothing gets past Wriothesley’s gaze, and he’s able to take note of your trembling voice and hands; he isn’t the duke for nothing, after all. He can’t help but feel the boost to his ego when he realizes he has a tight grip over you at this moment. With a swift tug, you’re suddenly pushed against his broad chest, eyes blown wide. He chuckles as you choke over your words, swiping his thumb over your bottom lip. “You know, (princess/prince). . . I can’t tell if you’re just dense or trying to prove something to yourself.” The raven-haired male teases. “I’ve been smitten with you for weeks now, you know,” he presses, eyes trained on your expression to read any changes. “I can’t help but wonder if you’re as aware as your actions suggest—or if you have been merely feigning ignorance. Please, explain yourself.”

Your breath catches in your throat as the magnitude of Wriothesley’s words settles in; he’s so direct and brazen with his declaration that it sucks all the breath out of your lungs. Your mind races as you grapple with the sudden realization that he is just as enamored with you as you are with him. Your expression must speak louder than words because as you open your lips to speak, Wriothesley closes the distance—slotting his mouth on yours.

It sends all your senses reeling like they’ve been drenched in ice water after burning for too long. Like a balm and a spark, it’s both a soothing salve and a blazing inferno, comforting and ravaging you in equal measure. All the tension of your attraction has suddenly become a physical manifestation, the culmination of all the unspoken words and feelings that have gone unsaid for too long.

Wriothesley pulls himself even closer to you, his passion only intensifying the longer the kiss carries on. The feeling of his body pressing against yours ignites a primal urge within you, driving the kisses to become more intense. His hands slide further down the bare flesh of your back, tracing your waist in a possessive claim to your body. His tongue dives underneath your bottom lip; it probes between them, trying to gain access to the interior of your mouth.

A noise akin to a muffled whimper escapes your throat as his tongue pushes into your mouth with a feverish, nearly desperate need. The intensity of the sensation is overwhelming, and you feel yourself shudder with a sense of raw desire as his hand slides down from your hip to your thigh, his fingers squeezing and digging into the soft flesh. His touch is both tender and possessive, sending your nerves reeling.

When his fingers climb closer up your thighs, you plant your hands on his face and gently push his head away, his mouth chasing after yours instantaneously. You sigh softly, your face flushed scarlet from the heat of the situation. “Wriothesley. . . We are still in your office. Anyone can walk in at any time.” You chuckle, swiping the saliva from his bottom lip.

His body hums with contentment at the breathless sound of his name coming from your lips. He lets out a displeased huff as he nestles his nose in the crook of your neck, sharply inhaling your scent and drowning himself in the warmth of your body. He absentmindedly starts nipping at your skin, “And? I’ve had enough nights getting off—”

“O—Okayokay! As an. . . apology for keeping you waiting, how about after work, we fulfill those fantasies of yours?” You chuckle nervously and thread your fingers through his hair, smiling when he leans his entire body onto you. “Don’t think I didn’t see the way some of the inmates looked at me when I dragged you in here. . . I don’t think I could recover if they walked in and found out they guessed right.”

Wriothesley’s laughter is like a deep, thunderous rumble that soon after swarms your stomach with butterflies. His kisses pepper your face in response, the sweet scent of your skin filling him with a sense of contentment. He pulls away and smiles down at you, the heat and adoration in his eyes impossible to miss. “After work, then,” he repeats and holds up his pinky, signaling you to do the same. Rolling your eyes, you indulge him and hook your pinky to his—a cutesy gesture veiled in a not-so-innocent promise. 

[runariya]

not sure if you're taking prompts anymore, but here's my prompt request! if you are not doing them, please feel free to ignore!

🤪🪄👑 – jk and oc/reader are fairies. every year, the fairies hold a ball where the newly turned of age fairies showcase their qualities. during her turn, oc gets messy with her magic, and she ends up making hilarious wrong moves. however, she becomes the mvp when her clumsy magic helps the guard fairies catch an imposter, making fairy prince jk very impressed.

have a good day/night! 🌸

(crack+fantasy+royal) part of the prompt game pairing: fairy prince!Jungkook x fairy!female reader genre: fantasy!AU, S2L, fluff warnings: none word count: 1.210

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You loathe the annual Fairy Ball. It’s all glitter and expectations, prancing around in ridiculous outfits, hoping to impress some snooty elder or, heaven forbid, a prince. And as fate would have it, you’ve finally hit the ripe age of fairy adulthood, so now you’re obligated to showcase your qualities. Because fairies can’t just live their lives in peace; oh no, you’ve got to prove your worth in front of the entire magical kingdom.

You’re currently hiding in the farthest corner of the grand ballroom, nibbling on some fairy cake, which you think tastes suspiciously like glitter and disappointment, while trying to appear invisible. The ballroom is nauseatingly beautiful, with its floating chandeliers and enchanted foliage that sings in harmony. Everyone else is shimmering and twinkling like they’ve just stepped out of a fairy fashion magazine. Meanwhile, you’re trying not to choke on your nerves and the one slightly burnt cupcake you nicked from the refreshments table.

“Next up! ___!” The announcer’s  cheerful voice rings out, and your heart plummets to somewhere near your sparkly pumps.

You freeze. Oh no. Oh no, no, no. This is it. Your turn. You’ve been dreading this moment for weeks, practising magic tricks in your tiny mushroom-shaped home, only to set things on fire, or worse, accidentally summon a squirrel that now refuses to leave your bathroom.

You’re not ready.

But then again, when are you ever ready for public humiliation?

Dragging your reluctant self to the middle of the ballroom, you avoid the gazes of hundreds of expectant fairies. You think you see someone stifle a laugh. Excellent. You haven’t even done anything yet, and the ridicule’s already starting.

And there you spot him. Prince Jungkook. All golden wings and dark, glimmering eyes, sitting on his annoyingly fancy throne at the head of the room. He looks disinterested, twirling some kind of royal goblet in his hand, but you know he’s watching. Everyone’s watching, so why wouldn’t he. 

“Go on,” the announcer encourages. “Show us your magic!”

Oh, you’ll show them magic, all right. You’ve been practising one spell over and over, and it’s practically foolproof. The plan is to conjure a beautiful, shimmering butterfly, classic, elegant, and safe. A butterfly can’t possibly go wrong, can it?

You take a deep breath, close your eyes, and mutter the incantation under your breath. You feel a warm flicker of magic build in your palms. Yes, this is it. You’ve got this. You can do this.

You open your eyes, ready to unveil your masterpiece.

Except…

What’s in front of you is not a butterfly. It’s… well, it’s a blob. A wriggling, glowing blob that looks like it’s having an identity crisis. Is it a butterfly? Is it a fish? Is it just pure existential dread in magical form? Who knows. You don’t. 

The room bursts into laughter. Of course. And you feel your cheeks heating up to a shade that could rival a flamingo.

“That’s… unique,” the announcer comments after a beat, trying to sound polite but failing miserably with his suppressed snicker. 

“Uh, wait, wait! That’s not all!” you squeak, waving your hands in panic. Maybe you can salvage this. Maybe you can turn the blob into something respectable, like a flower or…oh, for fairy’s sake, anything else.

But your magic has other plans. Before you can say “sparkles,” the blob explodes into a cloud of glitter. And not the nice, floaty kind. This is aggressive glitter. Sticky, clumpy, and raining down on everyone within a ten-foot radius, including Prince Jungkook.

You hear a collective gasp. Somewhere in the crowd, someone whispers, “She glitter-bombed the prince!”

Oh, brilliant. Just brilliant. You’re officially the laughingstock of the century.

You’re about to apologise profusely, or possibly faint, when something strange happens. A figure near the prince suddenly jerks, as though they’ve been struck by lightning. Their glamour magic flickers for a split second, revealing…

Wait. That’s not a fairy. That’s a goblin.

The room erupts into chaos. Fairies are screaming, guards are rushing forward, and you? You’re just standing there, utterly gobsmacked, as your accidental glitter-bomb continues to wreak havoc.

The imposter goblin tries to flee, but slips on the glitter coating the floor and guards seize him in seconds. It’s absolute pandemonium, and in the middle of it all, Prince Jungkook rises from his throne, his dark eyes fixed on you.

“Silence!” he commands, and the room instantly quiets. Especially when he steps forward, glitter still clinging to his wings and his perfectly chiselled jaw.

“You,” he points at you.

You gulp. This is it. He’s going to banish you. Or worse, sentence you to a lifetime of cleaning up glitter in the palace.

“That was…” He pauses, debates. “Brilliant.”

Wait, what?

“Uh, excuse me?” you blurt out, because surely you misheard him.

“Your magic,” he waves around leisurely, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “It exposed the imposter. No one else noticed, not even the guards.”

Oh. Oh. You did that. With your clumsy, terrible magic. Huh.

The crowd is murmuring now and you think you hear someone say, “She’s a genius,” which is objectively hilarious because you definitely did not intend to do anything remotely heroic.

Prince Jungkook steps closer, and suddenly he’s right in front of you, towering and annoyingly perfect. You want to say something clever, but your brain has apparently turned into fairy pudding.

“What’s your name?”

“Uh…___,” you stammer, feeling like you might spontaneously combust under his gaze.

“Well, ___,” he slightly bows his head, his voice low enough that only you can hear, “I think you’ve just saved the entire Fairy Kingdom.”

Before you can process that ridiculous statement, he turns to the crowd and raises a hand. “Fairies of the kingdom, let us celebrate this year’s unexpected hero!” His eyes flicker back to you, and he adds with a grin, “And my personal favourite fairy of the evening.”

Your jaw drops. Literally. 

The crowd cheers. Actual cheering. For you. You’re half convinced you’re hallucinating at this point.

And then, because apparently your life isn’t surreal enough already, Prince Jungkook kneels. He kneels. In front of you.

“___,” he husks your name, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Would you do me the honour of joining me for dinner tomorrow evening?”

You blink. Your brain is trying to catch up, but it’s like a broken wand sparking uselessly. “You’re… asking me out?” you manage to squeak.

“Yes,” he grins simply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

The room is deathly silent. Every fairy is holding their breath, waiting for your answer.

And honestly, what are you supposed to say? ‘No, sorry, I’m busy glitter-bombing other royals’? Of course not.

“I…uh…yes?” you squeak, though it comes out more like a question than a statement.

Jungkook laughs, and it’s so dazzling you’re surprised you don’t faint. “Perfect,” he stands and offers you his hand.

As the crowd erupts into unexpected applause and cheers, you take his hand, still half-convinced this is some elaborate prank. But then he leans closer and whispers, “By the way, the glitter? Best thing that’s happened all night.”

You glance at him, startled, and see nothing but sincerity and amusement in his eyes.

Maybe the Fairy Ball isn’t so bad after all.

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[slasherbvnnie]

Ordinary Love Story | Part II

The hours after the Ghostface attack are spent with your friends. Ethan Landry offers himself as your comfort when the rest of the group divides amongst themselves.

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Part I

Warnings: mentions of blood, past killings, nothing too extreme

After everything was sorted out and statements were made to the police, everyone was told they were free to go back and relax. The group found themselves at a diner, though no one really ordered food, feeling the loss and grief settle into the place that adrenaline once was. Tara and Sam were sitting opposite of each other, Chad speaking with Tara as Sam comforted Mindy. You and Ethan were sat next to each other, your hands fiddling with the glass of orange juice in front of you as he stared down at you, you could feel his eyes burning into your skull as you ran your thumb over the beads of condensation on the glass. “I’m not going to mysteriously catch fire or break down into tears.” You turned your head to him, eyes slowly following your movements as he nodded sheepishly. “I know that, I just, I want to just keep an eye out incase you do,” he explained, making you smile a little at his words.

“I’m sorry, that was kind of bitchy,” you apologized, looking back to the orange juice as you felt your eyes water once again. “No, you get a pass to be bitchy,” he said as he placed a hand onto your shoulder. “I just don’t want you dealing with this alone is all, you’re strong and brave but, everyone has a point they break down you know?” His hand curled around your shoulder, his attempt at offering comfort to you as you sighed.

“I just don’t know how to deal with it,” you explained, finally pushing the glass away from your hands, wiping them on your clothes. “Who fucking would,” he said, happy to earn a small laugh from you.

“Do you think we could head to your place? I would really appreciate a shower,” you asked as Ethan nodded. He was more than happy to get you alone, but when Mindy chimed in that everyone should stick together, his happiness died down. With everyone else agreeing, the group left to go to his and Chad’s place, seeking refuge in their apartment.

Ethan was as nervous as usual, tidying up his room as soon as he opened the door for you to go into his private bathroom. ���uh- just please don’t mind the mess, it’ll be gone once you’re out and-“

“Eth, calm down. I seriously just want a shower. I would really appreciate some clothes though, if you have any that fit,” you told him, seeing his shoulders visibly relax as he nodded and went to his closet. He fished out a hoodie of his, grabbing some boxers and sweatpants, pushing them into your arms. “I’m not sure if they’ll fit, but just let me know and I can run out to maybe the campus store and see if they-“ “Landry, get to cleaning so you’re not a nervous wreck when I’m out.” He blushed, turning away as you closed the bathroom door. You didn’t bother locking it, trusting him enough to not be a creep and peep on you.

You set the clothes he gave you down onto the counter, turning on the warm water of the shower as you began to undress. You could hear the tall boys footsteps outside in his room, cleaning up whatever he had out there. You laughed a little to yourself when you could hear him cursing as well as failed attempts at starting a lighter, followed by the gentle and soothing scent of a candle. A part of you wondered if he was this nervous with everyone, you hoped that it was special just for you, finding his nervous actions cute and endearing.

You reached your hand out to the water, feeling it warmed up to your liking you began to undress from your torn clothes, peeling off the sweatshirt the police station gave you to cover up. Red water slowly pooled around your feet once you stepped in, ridding yourself of the evidence of only a few hours ago. Your body relaxed under the running water, succumbing to the warmth and comfort it provided. Noticing the pain your body was wracked in for the first time in hours hit you like a ton of bricks, the pain in your knees, the bruises and burns from the killers glove on your wrist, the slightly puffed up skin from the knife running across you in small swipes all became painfully noticeable.

Not only was your mind thinking of the short time you spent with the killer, you also felt yourself wondering who it was behind the mask. You could tell they were taller than you, maybe a guy- maybe someone with just a deeper set voice, but you couldn’t deny that something in your bones told you it was someone you knew. Mindy’s words repeated in your mind, it more than likely would be someone you know. The thought of it being one of your friends churned your stomach into knots, not wanting to think any of them could kill someone, that they could even think of it.

Your thoughts continued to consume and paralyze you, oblivious to the first knock on the door. But when you heard Ethan’s voice followed by the second knock, your head whipped towards the door. “Hey, you okay in there?”

“I’m fine, just finishing up.”

“Don’t make my sid e of the water bill go up please.”

A laugh came from you as you looked towards the shower wall, surprised to not see a 5-in-1. You grabbed the shampoo bottle, finally beginning to get rid of all the grime on you.

You stepped out a little later, swallowed up by the hoodie given to you. The sweatpants kept falling off no matter how much you attempted to tighten them, so you opted for just the boxers that were given to you. Ethan was at his desk, eyes on his desktop before he heard the door open and turned towards you. His mouth dropped open slightly, feeling his sanity slip away as he looked you up and down.

“You’re going to start drooling if you keep looking at me like that,” you teased him, smiling when he immediately straightened up and shook his head. “Almost forgot how you looked without being caked in blood is all.” He played off, you rolled your eyes and dived onto his bed. “What are you doing,” you asked, turning onto your side so you could look at him and his desktop screen. It looked like some sort of website like reddit, maybe another, “I know it will sound weird but…seeing if any of these freaks could he our guy,” he explained to you without facing you.

“Eth-“ “just, some of these people might be weird enough to do it! There’s a few with theories too…”

“Theories?” You asked as you squinted, trying to see what was on his screen.

“Theories like maybe some of the killers in the past weren’t the real killers,”

“So crazy people with crazy ideas,”

“It makes sense! Do you really believe some of these people were the real killers? I mean why has Sidney fucking Prescott survived like 500 killers, once okay, but nine fucking killers?”

“Okay that is kind of weird, but maybe the girl is extremely un-fucking-lucky.” You reasoned, seeing him turn to you with wide eyes and laughing. “Unlucky? The bitch has fucking every deity on her side to survive that,” he huffed out.

“So, who is it that you suspect?” You questioned as his smile died down and he shrugged.

“This is one of the first times the copycat has really traveled, could be anyone but…”

“but?”

“I think it could really be someone we know…or an old victim who’s gone mental,” he explained to you. “No one else has an MO, maybe the last two weren’t the real killers, why not go after Sidney. It just- somethings wrong,” he hoped his words were believable, he hoped you were falling right into his little web that he was weaving.

You flopped onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. “I don’t care as long as they find the person,” you said as you closed your eyes.

“Yeah… I’m sure they will,” he agreed. You heard the clicking of keys and his mouse before hearing the squeaks from his chair, feeling the bed dip as he took the spot next to you. You giggled when he rolled onto you, pretending you were a pillow. “You’re comfy,” he hummed as you tried to shove him off. “and you’re crushing me,” you laughed, smiling as he chuckled and moved.

“So are your parents messaging you non-stop since there’s a new killer?” You asked him as he looked down, shaking his head. “Oh shit, I’ve never asked about them before, I’m sorry, did I just say something dickish,” you apologized as he smiled slightly. “No, not at all,” he said as he sighed. “Mom’s out of the picture, she…passed away about a year ago. As for my dad, he could kind of care less about me,” he said, a bitter smile plastered on his lips as your eyebrows furrowed. “Ethan I’m sorry,” you apologized, his head shaking.

“It’s fine, my sister cares about me. She however hasn’t heard the news, and I’d really rather prolong it because she will freak,” he chuckled as you nodded. “It’s understandable, I would leave if I could,” you admitted as he hummed. “And leave me all alone to fend for myself?” He asked playfully as you laughed.

“You’re a six foot guy with muscles, you can fend for yourself,” you laughed as he pouted. “You’re so mean to me, you know. Not all of us are cuties who get to live because the killer got a boner for us,” he said as you burst out into laughter. Ethan smiled, looking at you with loving eyes.

“I mean, if I was the killer I think I’d let you be my final girl,” he said, searching for your reaction.

“Final girl,” you questioned as he groaned and shook his head.

“Oh my god, you don’t even know what a final girl is?”

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[risingofjupiter]

first arrival - felix x gn!reader

warnings - suggests reader has medium/long length hair. some mentions of blood, not too much tho <3

a/n - just some fluffy felix headcannons! (god this man is gorgeous)

imagine.. felix being one of the only people to take some interest in you when you’re first brought onto the island.

felix having to show you around because he’s “more responsible” than the other lost boys. (peter’s just realizing felix needs bitches)

you and felix actually having a lot in common and being able to spark multiple interesting conversations, between the two of you.

you saying something positive about his scar and felix has to turn away to make sure you can’t see the blush creeping onto his cheeks.

almost tripping on a random tree root in front of you, when felix grabs your arm and pulls you near him to make sure you aren’t gonna fall.

realizing how close you two are, felix lightly shoves you away and continues marching through the tour.

felix showing you where your tent is and not realizing himself, that he’s been standing there staring, until you turn around and make eye contact with him.

he turns around and walks off to the bonfire, feeling slightly embarrassed. busy’s himself with collecting wood for the fire.

approaching the bonfire and making yourself comfortable, felix will glance up at you, through the fire, every now and then.

accidentally cuts his finger with his knife, that he was sharpening, looking at you. felix not minding the deep-ish cut too much, but pan insisting that he get it cleaned, at least.

“coincidentally” you being one of the few that know how to properly examine and cleanse a wound. felix remembering that fact, and cautiously walks over to you.

he stands in front of you just holding out his finger for you to see, not entirely sure of how to ask for your assistance.

“uh.. earlier you mentioned, you used to be a nurse’s assistant. help me with this?”

grabbing felix’s hand to get a closer look at the cut, while making felix flush in the process. (poor baby isn’t used to all that physical contact)

“yep, that’s an easy fix,” you stand up, pulling felix along. “i have some supplies i brought, in my tent.”

you setting felix down on a little stool in your tent, while you fish out some of the medical tools you managed to bring.

felix watching you the entire time, not being able to believe such a gentle creature found it’s way onto harsh lands.

taking hold of felix’s hand again, gentler this time, you slowly wipe away the excess blood, with a rag, then begin to apply some disinfectant gel.

hair getting in your face, you attempt to brush it out of the way with your elbow, but to no use. until felix softly tucks the stray locks of hair behind your ear.

you pause for half a second, then remembering why felix is in your tent in the first place, you continue applying the gel.

finishing as you put a small bandage on it, you speak, “all done! should heal by tomorrow felix.” with a nod and a squeezing of his left hand, you’re off putting away your supplies.

felix sits there a moment, with a small curve of a smile on his lips, thinking to himself. ‘i don’t think i’ll mind getting hurt from now on.’

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[takitafulily]

Hi, before I ask a question I just want to say that I love your "Misadventure of the MC's" story. It always lighten up my days (^v^).

And as for the question I want to ask. It was a random question but recently I am playing a Genshin Impact, and I can't help but wondering

if the MC's somehow got a vision, what kind will they get? And what reaction will they make if they each have one?

I can imagen the chaos that they will make 🤭

Aaaaaa my motivation is like a cat one moment it likes me the other it doesn't-

Oof, I'm not a genshin player, I like the character designs but I missed the hype so I just never caught up- so uh gimme a sec- *goes to Google* These are my personal interpretations but feel free to discussing what their visions would be in the comments!

Misadventures of the MCs #B7 (Bonus !!)

WHB!MC - Cryo OB!MC - Hydro TWST!Yuu - Electro MM!MC - Pyro LTD!MC - Dendro

WHB!MC: So, uh, what, am I Elsa now?

LTD!MC: :0 Plant powers! I can decorate the office now with more green babies now!

TWST!Yuu: I've never met a bigger plant parent than LTD!MC...

OB!MC: So, uh, child, would you, perhaps, like to talk about it?-

TWST!Yuu: No, I get to go zap zap and that's it :D

MM!MC: Plant powers are cool and all but can someone explain to me why they thought giving me fire powers was a smart idea??????

OB!MC: Pffft, you think any of this was smart idea? It's a good idea and that's all it needs to be :D

TWST!Yuu: Hey OB!MC?

OB!MC: Mhm?

TWST!Yuu: What if we combine our powers? :D

WHB!MC: Oh no.

TWST!Yuu: I'm boreddddddddd There's nothing to use my powers on!

LTD!MC: *looking after their new plant babies* Go bully those friends of yours if you have so much free time

TWST!Yuu: I already did that and I'm never doing that again.

MM!MC: Why?

TWST!Yuu: You don't need to know the things I saw, trust me you don't want to...

OB!MC: YOU DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE!

OB!Levi: No I do! It's just...

LTD!MC: What's going on?

OB!MC: LEVI DOESN'T LOVE ME ANYMORE

OB!Levi: No I do... It's just... it takes more than a hydro vision to play with Lotan...

OB!MC: SEE? HE WON'T LET ME PLAY WITH LOTAN EVEN THOUGH I HAVE WATER POWERS NOW!

LTD!MC: ...*sigh* MM!MC needs help. They set their apartment on fire. Again.

OB!MC: On it!

OB!Levi: *mouths* Thank you

OB!MC: I'll just play with Lotan when I get back!

OB!Levi: ...*facepalms*

Sitri: Solomon! Take cover! We're under attack from angels!

WHB!MC: Yeah no fuck that. I'VE WAITED SO FUCKING LONG FOR THIS

WHB!Satan: OI! DID YOU NOT HEAR WHAT HE SAID?

WHB!MC: TAKE THAT YOU ABOMINATIONS OF GOD

*Freezes all angels in their place*

...

Gehenna Devils: HOW ON-

[writingforstraykids]

Addicted to you Chp.21

Pairing: Minchan (mention of OT8)

Word Count: 4613

Summary: Chan and Minho organize a long break for the whole group, knowing they all need one after these troubling times. Five months later, Chan gets a taste of Minho in his best form, and he couldn't be more proud.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, cuddles, smut, min is insecure about his weight gain, small misunderstanding, the boys are in love

Chp. 20 | Back to the beginning

A/N: Thank you to everyone who made it this far and enjoyed the story. Thank you for the lovely requests and comments, they made the whole process so much more fun. My first Stray Kids project is officially "done". As always, I am open to writing more as long as you have concrete wishes and ideas. I've enjoyed writing this series a lot, delving a little more into the aspects of their hidden relationship, the insecurities and challenges that come with that, and so on. So please, if you'd like more, maybe also about the other pairings in this specific setting, don't hesitate to let me know - Nat🖤

Setting fire to my already tamed feelings Don't make me bad, bad Addicted to you Once we've started, you must be mine Addicted to you - Lee Know, Felix & Hyunjin

“I need a break,” Chan announced to the room. Everyone stared at him, surprised but curious about the sudden confession. Everyone just finished lunch and gathered in the living room to relax. 

“Uh, thanks for the warning?” Felix chuckled.

“We all do,” Chan continued on. The boys began to share confused expressions. “We’ve been working our asses off ever since Minho came back. None of us has had time to rest.”

“That’s true,” Changbin nodded.

“I talked to our management and got us all a month off,” he said and smiled as they all looked at him with a mixture of shock and excitement. “I want you all to go home for a while. Check in with your families, spend some time with them. I’ll be leaving a few days earlier than you all. I promised my mum to stay with them for a while after they found out most of what happened through our recent interviews. If you’d like, we could still go on vacation together during the last week. Maybe you all could come to Australia again.”

“That was quite fun,” Jeongin nodded excitedly. 

“And they approved all of us leaving for a month?” Jisung asked, stunned.

“It took some work,” Minho admitted. “But we’ve told them that the past few months have been too much not only for Chan and myself. I, more or less, let them know that they’d have to deal with more public breakdowns if we wouldn’t get a break soon,” he laughed. 

“Which was quite convincing, apparently,” Chan giggled. “So vacation starts in two days. Felix, you’ll still have to attend that fashion event in four days, but then you’re free to leave.”

“Sounds good to me,” Felix smiled excitedly. He couldn’t wait to go back home for a while. “My parents would love to see you guys again.”

“My mother hasn’t been talking about anything else since I suggested it,” Chan snorted.

“As long as she makes us that amazing dinner from last time again,” Hyunjin grinned.

“I bet she will,” Seungmin laughed.

"Australia it is then," Minho nodded, chuckling at his friends. As everyone continued the conversation, his heart warmed seeing the people he loved most…happy. 

-

Chan had been gone for a week now. Everyone else, besides Felix and Minho, left for home two days ago. Minho decided to stay with Felix before he flew to Australia so he didn’t have to stay at the house all by himself. 

“How’s Chan?” Felix asked one evening as they sat together on the sofa. 

“He’s having a bit of a hard time, I think,” Minho told him. “His parents are still really worried. His sister was pretty pissed he didn’t tell her how he was feeling instead of having to find out through the interviews.”

“She’ll calm down in a few days,” Felix chuckled. 

“That’s what I told him,” he nodded, but a slight unease still lay in his tone. 

“But?” Felix asked, picking up on it.

“You know Chan, he always gets a little depressed without us there,” he shrugged and leaned back. “He keeps telling me how much he misses me. He never did that before either. It’s not like we haven’t been apart for this long before,” he giggled softly.

“You never meant this much to him before,” he reminded him kindly. 

“Fair point,” Minho sighed, closing his eyes for a moment.

“I have an idea,” he told him excitedly. “You’ve just visited home, and you always visit your parents after therapy. I bet they wouldn’t mind if you’d come with me instead.”

“To Australia? So early?” he asked, opening his eyes to give Felix a confused look. 

“Yeah. I always book two seats to have some peace during the flight so I can take you with me easily,” he told him. “We could surprise Chan with you just showing up at the front door.”

Minho giggled softly. “That would actually be fun.”

“Come on, call your mum. I’m sure she’d agree,” he laughed.

Minho quickly grabbed his phone, calling his mother. “Hi, mum,” he said cheerfully. “I have a question,” he got straight to the point, putting her on speaker. But there was no response, to Minho’s disbelief. “Mum?” he called out with a small whine, a cute pout beginning to rest on his lips.

“You’ll be leaving for Australia early?” she asked, laughing as Minho gasped.

“How the hell did you guess that?” he asked, stunned. Felix started laughing at him in the background.

“Oh please! You were talking about your boyfriend nonstop when you came over last week. Also, you’ve been visiting here so often now that I knew you wouldn’t feel bad not coming to stay with us for a few weeks,” she laughed. “I bet he really misses you, Min.”

“He does,” Minho nodded.

“You should go,” she told him kindly. “Felix?” she asked, quickly identifying him by his cheerful laugh. 

“Yes?” he asked politely. 

“Take care of him on that flight, yeah?” she asked. 

“Of course I will,” he promised. “I’ll bring him back to you safely.” Minho’s mom gave her goodbyes and ended the call. 

Minho smiled widely and pulled Felix into a warm, gentle hug. “Thank you, Felix.”

Felix nodded and hugged Minho, squeezing him tightly. “Of course, Minho.”

-

Chan was still lying in bed, scrolling through his phone and trying to stay awake. He tossed and turned all night, and the lack of sleep was trying to lure him back into a deep slumber. He yawned softly and stretched his tired body. He began smiling as he heard the small patter of his dog coming down the hallway and into his room, hopping on the bed. “Hi Berry,” he said softly.

“Chris?” his mother called out for him from downstairs.

“Yes mom?” he shouted back, not really feeling like moving. 

“Someone’s here to see you,” she said. “Can you come down here for a moment?”

He groaned softly. If his mother asked in that tone, he was sure it was a friend of theirs wanting to see how their idol son was doing, maybe even collecting a few autographs on the way. “Fine,” he groaned, quickly pulling a sweater over his head to cover his naked chest. He walked down the stairs, not noticing the person standing next to his sister with a grumble to himself. “I swear if this is another - Minho?!” he asked, his jaw dropping as he finally looked up at the visitor in question. 

“Surprise?” he asked gently. Before he knew it, Chan was in his arms, lifting and spinning him around. “Channie, nooo” he giggled, wrapping his legs around his waist. “I just stepped off the plane, go easy on me!”

“What the hell? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I could’ve picked you up from the airport,” he pouted, a whine can be heard through his tone. 

“Hannah did,” Minho said gently. Chan looked at her surprised, not believing she was in on the surprise. “Felix had an extra seat, and we decided to surprise you.”

“When do you leave?” he asked.

“Whenever you leave,” he told him. Chan’s smile widened. Minho laughed as he put him back down on the ground and hugged him tightly. 

“And where will you be staying?” he asked, still not fully grasping that he was actually there.

“Here, you dumbass,” Hannah told him, rolling her eyes at him.

“Your mum said it would be alright,” Minho said gently.

“Of course it is!” she assured him with a bright smile. “You’re always welcome here, Minho.”

“Thank you,” he smiled at her. Chan couldn’t help himself anymore and kissed him passionately, pulling him in close. Minho grunted softly, but returned the kiss happily. He pulled back and stared at him, a bit dazed. “I suppose you told them about us?” 

“Obviously,” Chan laughed.

“I told him fighting to get you back to the group was the one thing he did right the past few weeks,” Hannah said teasingly. 

Minho giggled softly and pulled her into a hug. “I missed you too, little sister,” he said fondly. “But don’t be too hard on him, alright? I wasn’t exactly easy to be around either.”

“Fine,” she rolled her eyes, but they knew she meant well. Minho was always fond of Hannah since the day they met. 

Minho smiled at Chan and reached out for him, grabbing his hand. “I think I need a nap.”

“That’s the jetlag,” he chuckled. “I had another shitty night myself, let’s go.” Minho followed him upstairs to his room, giggling as Chan threw the door closed and kissed him needily. “Fuck, I missed you, baby.”

“I missed you too, love,” he said softly, wrapping his arms around his neck. “So, so much.” Chan buried his face in his shoulder, hugging him even tighter. “Are you okay?” his voice laced with care and warmth, fondling his hair. 

“Yeah,” he whispered, hot tears burning in his eyes. 

“Channie?” he asked gently, pulling back a little and lifting his face. “Oh, angel,” he whispered.

“I really fucking missed you, that’s all,” he assured him.

“You’re so cute,” he told him, pressing their foreheads together. “I’m here now. I won’t stop getting on your nerves for a whole month,” he smirked. “There’s no staff to stop us either. And the others get here in three weeks.”

“Sounds perfect,” he smiled and brushed their noses together. “Just you and me.”

“Mhm, just you and me, Channie,” he smiled softly, cupping his face and kissing him gently. The two almost got lost in their embrace, until Minho pulled back to speak. “Uh, before I forget, my therapist asked if you’d like to join the next session?”

Chan frowned softly at the request. “Why?”

“She thinks it’ll be easier to work through certain things that happened with you there. Like collapsing on stage and getting to the hospital after. I don't have many memories of that night,” he shrugged. 

“Alright, sure thing,” he nodded. “Now let’s get some sleep.”

Five months later

Minho looked at himself in the mirror, carefully fixing his hair. He was wearing a perfectly fitted dark suit that hugged him in all the right places, the vest painted with blue stripes. A delicate necklace rested on his skin, and a ring on each hand completed the look. The one on his right ring finger being a present from his boyfriend. The color definitely complimented his dark hair. He crouched down a little, testing his trousers, which were a little tight. 

"Minho hyung, what are you doing?" Felix laughed at him, leaning against the vanity not too far from him. He was walking around looking for his friend, just to make sure he was doing okay. 

Minho met his eyes through the mirror and started to laugh as well. "I'm scared I'll rip them. They're not the best fit for this dance." 

Hyunjin looked up from his phone, sitting comfortably on a nearby couch. "I bet Chan wouldn't agree with you on that." 

Felix grinned and made his way over, taking a closer look. "I think you look stunning. Time to tease your boyfriend." 

Minho chuckled at them and playfully rolled his eyes. "Don't think Changbin won't drool over you either," he winked at him, making the younger one blush. "Oh wait, we have another style expert right here. Doesn't our sunshine look handsome, Hyunjin?" he asked the younger male and turned Felix in his direction. 

Hyunjin smirked and put his phone aside. "What do you think made him blush so hard a minute ago?" 

"Oh, I see," Minho chuckled. Hyunjin got up and made his way over, gently grabbing Felix's chin and looking deep into his eyes. The shiteating grin on his face not leaving for a second as his gaze devoured Felix. Minho sensed it and took note. "That's my que to leave. Remember, we have to be on stage in ten minutes. I don't want either one of you to go out there hard."

Felix quickly grabbed Minho's hand and held him back. "If you leave, he won't stop being a tease. I’ll definitely be in trouble then." Felix pleaded with the cutest pout on his lips.

Minho giggled softly and stayed where he was, taking out his phone. With a chuckle, Hyunjin decided to have mercy on Felix and gave him a sweet, loving kiss. Meanwhile, Minho saw a few messages from Chan pop up and smiled stupidly, reading them. 

I’m so proud of you, baby! You’re gonna be amazing out there. Good luck!

Minho texted a few hearts back and chuckled as Chan asked for a picture. He told him he had to see his reaction live, which made Chan send a bunch of emojis. "Alright, let's go," he said, putting his phone aside. 

The three of them made their way to the side-stage and looked into the audience. "That's a lot of people out there," Felix whispered. The older two took his hands, squeezing them encouragingly. 

"Perfect audience to perform this song for, for the first time ever," Hyunjin told him, winking cheekily at him. 

"Look, there’s Channie and the boys," Minho said, pointing at the first row a little to the right. Chan and Changbin were sitting next to each other, almost placed perfectly in his opinion, to watch Felix and himself. Jisung, Seungmin, and Jeongin were sitting next to Chan, all waiting curiously for their friends to come on stage. They began to walk out on stage as their names were announced and smirked at the screams, combined with Chan's eyes widening seeing his outfit. They both knew Chan was a sucker for him in blue. The lights only increased the effect. 

As they waited for the music to start, Minho met Chan's eyes and teasingly opened his suit jacket with a winning smirk, putting the ring on display. He had trouble holding back a grin as Chan licked his lips. The fans started cheering at his action, and Minho turned his attention to the audience. He chuckled into the microphone and did it again, this time for the audience, before getting shy at the screams and smiling brightly, looking down at the floor. Felix and Hyunjin giggled at his antics, trying to stay serious themselves. 

Changbin and Chan exchanged a look, knowing the other probably had the same impure thoughts about his boyfriend. "Fuck me," Chan breathed out quietly, and Changbin chuckled at him. 

"I'm sure he would if you'd ask nicely," he grinned and earned a punch in his arm. The others laughed at them, not needing to hear them to know what they were talking about. 

The music started, and Minho locked in, starting to move to the beat. It was kind of funny that not even their members knew what they were in for. The moment Felix's beautiful, deep voice rang through the air, the fans started shouting, and honestly, he didn't blame them. Minho started his verse, and to his surprise, he got about the same reaction to his smooth, soft voice. A rush of adrenaline filled him, and he knew he was performing well, judging by the looks of his members as he danced during Hyunjin's part. Minho took a deep breath and casually strolled to the side before starting to sing the higher notes, hitting them all beautifully making the crowd go wild once more. Chan beamed at him proudly, knowing how hard he had worked to perfect that part. 

Chan was mesmerized, looking up at his boyfriend on stage in awe. He looked beautiful in this outfit, and his heart warmed seeing him wearing the ring he bought him. His voice sounded amazing tonight, and his stage presence was undeniable. Thinking about it, Chan couldn't remember ever seeing him so in his element like this, which meant a lot, considering Minho was their main dancer. 

What didn't help was watching the way his body moved in front of thousands of people and knowing how he looked beneath the many layers of fabric. Chan did, in fact, appreciate the tight suit pants, and his jaw dropped as he got down on the floor, rolling his hips with his hand placed dangerously close to his crotch. Jisung nudged him gently, and he quickly closed his mouth again, shifting a little in his seat. 

Minho moved into a sitting position, continuing his dance movements. His intense gaze locked into Chan’s, captivating him as he continued singing. "Don't make me bad, make me bad, I'm addicted to you….Don't make me bad, bad, addicted to you." 

Chan's eyes clouded with desire the longer he watched him. He couldn't help himself feeling like Minho put on a perfectly balanced show for him and their fans. 

The performance came to an end, and they took their ending pose. Minho panted softly before meeting eyes with Chan and smirking succeedingly, knowing exactly how much he had just worked him up. He exchanged a look with Felix and Hyunjin before they all left the stage, waving at their cheering fans and friends. 

They made their way back to their room and weren't even able to sit down as their friends and boyfriends stepped inside. Minho's eyes widened at how loud the room suddenly was, and laughed at their friends, telling them how amazing their performance was. Locking eyes with Chan made him shiver with anticipation. Chan simply nodded at the door before leaving again. Minho slipped outside as the others were busy and frowned softly when Chan was nowhere to be seen. He walked down the hallway, and a door to his left opened. Chan grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside, throwing the door closed again. Minho found himself pressed against the door within seconds, and a low moan fell from his lips as Chan braced himself next to his head, looking down at him with nothing but desire in his eyes. "Hi there," he said innocently. "You liked the performance?" 

Chan grabbed his chin and searched his eyes. "You think it's funny making me hard in front of I don't know how many people?" 

"You…wow," he grinned proudly. 

"Don't look so smug," Chan giggled and groaned softly, pressing their foreheads together. "Fuck, you looked hot up there, baby."

"Thank you," he smiled sweetly and nudged his nose. "What's the secret room reserved for you only about?" he asked, spotting the name sign on the desk right in front of the mirror. Catching his reflection, he had to admit he was looking great tonight, even now that his hair was a bit of a mess. 

"So I can kiss you without anyone seeing, of course," Chan answered casually. 

"Oh," he nodded and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. 

"You sound like that's a bad idea," he commented, frowning at him. He almost looked a little disappointed. "Did you think we'd - Minho!" 

"What?" he asked, slightly offended, and ducked down, taking a step to the side and away from him. "I'm sorry. I thought that was your intention, leading me away from everyone. You could've kissed me in our room." 

"You can't possibly think I wanted to have sex right here? With so many people passing by that door at all times?" he was a little in shock, and Minho rolled his eyes at him before sitting on the desk. 

"Why not? When did that ever bother you before, huh?" he asked and started fiddling with the necklace to take it off. "Forget it. This was a stupid idea," he said and took off the necklace, slamming it down on the table. 

"Baby, are you okay?" he asked softly. 

"No, obviously not. I'm making a fool out of myself here hoping this-," he gestured at himself. "-would finally make me attractive enough in your eyes again to go further than a kiss." 

"Wait, what?" he asked truly shocked now. His eyes widened at what he thought Minho was insinuating. 

"Two months ago, you would've gotten into my pants before I properly locked the door. You've been locking yourself up with Hannie and Changbin lately. And it's starting to piss Felix off, but I guess it makes me question myself. I don't know when the last you actually touched me and…is it because I gained weight again?" he asked, a flare of insecurity igniting in his brain as he glanced down at how his form-fitting. "Or-," he stopped as Chan was suddenly in front of him, cupping his face. 

"Baby, take a deep breath," he said kindly, and Minho glared at him, huffing softly but doing it anyways. "I'm so sorry for neglecting your needs. We've just been creating so much for the group and working on new stuff. I didn't know it was making you question yourself." 

"Well, of course it does," he pouted and nervously played with his ring, looking down at it. "Just forget it, Channie. I'm being stupid, this whole idea was stupid from the beginning." 

"What idea?" he chuckled softly. 

"All of this," he said grumpily as Chan seemed to find it amusing. 

"A warning would've been nice, kitten," he said, his voice growing smooth and low. 

Minho blinked at him, and his stomach flipped at the desire dancing in Chan's pupils. "About what? The outfit, the flirting, the dance..the intention behind all of it?" he asked innocently. 

Chan fondled up his thighs. "All of it?" he asked quietly and leaned in closer. 

"Well, where's the fun in that?" Minho asked and sank deep into his eyes. 

"I would've come prepared," he told him. 

"Check my pockets," he smirked and hopped off the table. 

Chan frowned softly before reaching into the pocket at the back. He couldn't help himself, teasingly squeezing his ass before pulling out two condoms. "Did you..?"

"No, I didn't carry them around on stage, you dumbass. I had them stored away in the waiting room," he protested, taking out the small bottle of lube from his jacket. 

"Fuck Min. Are you sure we can do this now?" he asked, checking his phone for the time. 

"Seriously? There are twenty performances before ours, which gives us at least an hour," he groaned impatiently. "But if you keep wasting time, we can't do this."

"You really came prepared, huh," Chan giggled, watching Minho impatiently unbuckling his belt. "You're in a rush?" 

"Whatever you plan on doing, these trousers come off," he told him. 

"That's a bummer. Your ass and thighs look really great in it," Chan pouted playfully. 

"They look even better when I’m straddling your dick, now move or I'll do it myself," he gave back smoothly with a hint of sassiness. Chan pulled him into a very passionate kiss, intoxicating enough to keep him dazed. His hands grabbed his ass, pulling him close as their lips met. "That's more like it," Minho smiled as he pulled back.

Chan hummed gently and unbuttoned the blue-striped vest, kissing down his torso as more skin slowly revealed itself. "By the way, you look beautiful as always, and I don't mind you gaining weight one bit," he assured him before planting a loving kiss right on the scar on his stomach. 

Minho smiled gently and brushed his hair back, looking down at him. "I know…you know how I get sometimes." 

"I do," he smiled and squeezed his hips before coming back up and kissing him on the mouth instead. "I think after delivering such a show, you deserve to see how stunning you look when you fall apart."

Minho gasped softly and looked at him with wide eyes, darkening with passion. "Just be careful and don't leave a mark in places people will see with the new outfit." 

"I'll be careful," he promised before turning him around so he was facing the mirror. 

Minho leaned back against him, inspected their reflection, and met his eyes through the mirror. "Don't we look good together?" 

"I think we fit together perfectly," Chan hummed, agreeing, and reached down into his pants, stroking his dick gently. Minho's eyes fluttered, lips parting with a gasp. Chan growled lowly and buried his nose in his neck. "Fuck Min, please tell me you're keeping this outfit. I need to fuck you properly in it tonight." 

Minho blinked at him through the mirror. "Shit, is this one of your kinks, hyung?" 

Chan pressed himself against him and gently wrapped his hand around his neck, careful not to leave any marks. "Call it whatever you want, kitten." 

Minho shivered at the contact and melted against him. "I mean, I can ask if I can keep it," he said and chuckled as Chan let go of him, dropping down to his knees in front of him. 

"You're right, I haven't been appreciating what I come home to every night enough," he tells him and fondles up his thighs. "Let me make it up to you," he said, taking the band of his boxers between his teeth and pulling them down, along with his pants. 

-

"Where's Chan hyung?" Changbin asked, confused. 

"Probably fucking Minho hyung's brains out, why?" Jeongin gave back dryly. The painfully loud silence called him to look up from his phone. "What?!" 

"Sometimes it scares me how grown-up you are now," Hyunjin said with wide eyes. His words were rewarded with him sticking his tongue out at him. 

"Maybe it's the other way around," Seungmin suggested with a shrug, casually scrolling through his phone. 

"The suit might work," Jisung hummed, agreeing. 

"I hate you all," Changbin groaned. 

"Loosen up, babe," Felix smirked. "We all know he's right." 

"Exactly," Jeongin grinned before squinting his eyes at Felix and Changbin. "Also, weren't you doing the same thing just minutes ago?" 

"Darling, that's enough," Seungmin said softly. 

"At this point, we should be allowed to do it on the sofa. Everyone knows anyway," he shrugged. 

"Minho hyung, help!" Hyunjin shouted in shock, making everyone laugh. "He'd kick your ass for that." 

"I'll go and get some coffee. Let's hope they're back to collect their kids after," Changbin sighed, and Felix giggled softly. 

"You're their kid too, dumbass," Jisung pointed out. 

"Yeah, fuck you too," he laughed. 

-

Minho pulled up the zipper of his pants, smirking at Chan, fixing his messed-up hair. Their eyes met through the mirror, and Chan turned, again dropping to his knees. He hugged him tight, burying his face in his stomach for a moment before looking up at him with dreamy eyes. Minho beamed at him, gently brushing back his hair. He hadn't been this happy in a while, being on stage without thinking about his knee anymore. He had his friends there, a very supportive boyfriend, and gosh, he loved him. All that stupid drama, those many lows and equal ups in between had made them grow much closer than before. He wouldn't want it any different now. Minho was finally truly happy, ready to face whatever was coming with Chan right by his side. This time, he was sure he'd have his back. "Channie hyung?" 

"Yes?" he asked sweetly. 

"I love you," he said. "Never forget that." 

"I think I'm addicted to you," Chan breathed out, and his eyes grew incredibly soft. "I love you more than anything else." 

"You'd die for those kids out there. Don't put me first," he giggled softly. 

"I'd die for you too," he told him. Minho believed him, truly. 

"Stay alive for me, baby boy," Minho shook his head, crouching down and kissing him hard on the mouth as tears brimmed Chan's eyes. 

"I love you too," he whispered and took his hand, kissing the ring. He got up and held up his pinky finger. “You and me against the world?”

“Forever,” Minho answered smiling, sealing the deal.

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Tangerine Skies: Possum x Y/N Series CH 2

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Possum walked through the woods searching for a place to set up his tent for the night. Thing's got a little hairy at the last place he set up so he decided him and his little brother would take shelter on the other side of the woods.

"Zip up your coat baby brother. I don't want you catching a cold." Possum adjusted the coat on his little Opossum and fed him another oyster cracker as they walked. He stepped suddenly when he tripped over a string attached to a bunch of empty cans.

"Uh oh..." Possum put his hands up in the air hoping that whoever had set up this alert system was friendly and not a weed grower with a shotgun.

"Possum?" He looked up an saw Y/n standing with a baseball bat.

"Diner Angel." He smiled at her.

"How did you find me?" She asked lowering the bat and walking towards him.

"Um..I wasn't really looking for anyone...I just kind of go where the wind takes me." Possum explained as she knelt down and helped untangle his legs from the string.

"This is a very high tech set up you have here." He said almost stumbling once he was free.

"I honestly forgot I even put it up. I just like to know when someone is approaching in case I need to take off." She laughed standing back up and smiling at him.

"Are you camping out here?" Possum asked and she waved him over to follow her.

"I've been parked up here since I got here months ago. It's not too far from the water but not close enough to get super cold at night." She explained as he RV came into sight. Possum's eyes lit up.

"Wow that's luxury." He smiled seeing that she already had a fire lit and seemed to have set up a laundry line.

"It's not much but it's home." She felt proud of her RV. She worked really hard to afford it. It was her baby.

"Would it be okay if we camped near by? We won't be too loud or anything." Possum asked but Y/n seemed confused as to who he was talking about.

"Are you traveling with someone?" She asked curiously and Possum spun around to reveal a Opossum sticking out of the back of his travel pack.

"It's just me and my little brother." Y/n's face lit up.

"Possum! He's adorable!" She covered her mouth and noticed his little matching jacket with him.

"Yeah the family resemblance is pretty intense." He smirked pushing his hair back.

"You guys are more than welcome to set up camp here. I was just about to start dinner if you wanted to join me? I don't know how you feel about hot dogs-"

"Love em. I love dogs...and encased meats. Just not dog meat.." Y/n laughed shaking her head at him. She sat by the fire cooking dinner while Possum started setting up his big orange tent. It didn't take him very long considering he had done it so often. He knew this tent was only going to last a few more weeks and he would need to get a new one if he planned to survive on the road for much longer.

Possum plopped down next to Y/n on a log by the fire, little brother in hand as he sat him on a pillow next to him.

"Thanks for letting us hang out. Most of the people we come across out here are...wild." Possum took a hotdog from the plate Y/n offered him and he noticed little crackers and cheese.

"Those are for him!" She swatted Possum's hand. He place the snack plate on the pillow and watched his little brother go to town on it.

"Hey he likes it. Don't be too nice to him or he'll never want to leave." He explained eating the hotdog.

"I think it's sweet you have matching coats." She commented. Possum looked at his coat and then at his little brothers.

"Wow I didn't even notice that. I guess we have the same taste in clothes too." Possum chuckled.

"I never asked, are you from Emerald Triangle?" She asked sipping a drink.

"No I'm just a wayward traveler. I've been thinking about going home soon...I miss my mom...but don't tell her that." Possum put his hand on her knee and she laughed.

"Your secret is safe with me but I'm sure she misses you too." She smiled making Possum blush.

"How long are you sticking around here for? I've been here a while and you've seemed to kind of settled into the chaos of Emerald." He wiped the crumbs off his hands and Y/b shrugged.

"Still saving up a little more cash before passing through. I haven't decided where I want to go next. Any suggestions?" She asked seeing his eyes grow wide with excitement. He ran into his tent and she could hear him going through his bags before emerging with a map and sat directly next to her.

"Where do I start? This place as the best sunrises and this is where all the pretty waterfalls are. Don't go here because everything smells like that weird dried up flowery shit that grandma's keep on coffee tables..." Possum was searching his brain for the word

"Potpourri?" Y/n said confused. Possum snapped his fingers.

"That's it! That shit is awful and the smell gets stuck in your hair." He shivered like the memory made him physically ill.

"Noted. Do not go there." She laughed as Possum spent most of the evening showing her all the places he's been. He had been to way more places than her and she loved hearing his stories. The only thing that stopped him from continuing his story telling was the snores coming from the Opossum next to him.

"He's a terrible bunk mate. Snores like a blender." Possum whispered.

"I'll let you guys get to bed then." She stood up and Possum stood with her.

"Um...we'll be out here if you need anything. J-just give us a shout." He offered a sweet smile and she gave his arm a squeeze.

"Stay warm Possum. Just knock on the window if you need anything." She offered and he nodded sitting back down on the log as the fire was still going. He watched her walk into the RV and shut the door. She had a view of him sitting by the fire from her bedroom window and she couldn't help but stare at him. He was so interesting and despite him seeming impaired most of the time, she could tell that it had become a part of his personality. He still was able to carry conversations and keep her interest even when he started to rattle off about aliens and the government.

She wouldn't mind him sticking close by until she decides to take off out of Emerald Triangle.

[walker-bait-1973]

The Apple Orchard

A Daryl Dixon x Reader (Fem. Reader) Fanfiction

Warnings: None, pure fluff

Author's Notes: A pregnant woman was taken in by Hilltop. Right away she built a friendship with the crossbow-wielding archer, Daryl Dixon. They'd grown close while she went through the months, and after her son was born a month early, Daryl had taken a shine to the little bundle. Now the child, Hunter is 16 months & still behind on his benchmarks - the main one being talking. Maybe all it takes is a little extra lovin' to bring him out of his shell.

Master List

The rows of apple trees in the orchard were loaded with fruit. Y/N set Hunter down so that they could walk together.

“I think the grass is nearly taller than you!” Y/N smiled proudly down at her son. 16 months and he was walking. Y/N’s relationship had grown with Maggie. Her son Hershel made big impressions on Y/N’s child. He wanted to walk because Hershel was walking. Hunter wanted to keep up.

“Do you want to pick apples, Hunter? I can cut them into slices or make us some applesauce.”

Hunter, still not talking, smacked his lips together and sucked on his fingers. Slowly lifting him, she reached for the closest apple, twisting it off the branch. Wiping it on her pants to shine it up, she handed it to her son who licked it. She laughed, “silly boy. Good thing they’re organic.”

“Hey Y/N, Hunter, y’all pickin’ apples?” Daryl entered the lane with a picking basked filled.

“Daryl, hey,” she smiled up at him, “yeah, getting some fresh air.”

“He say anthin’ today?” He smoothed Hunter’s curly hair. She shook her head.

Daryl squeezed her shoulder, “he will…” his hand sliding down to hold hers. He rubbed her knuckles with his thumb, “listen to me Y/N,” he whispered, “he will talk. Probably already knows how. Just choosin’ his own time.”

She tightened her lips. Hunter held his hands out to Daryl grunting. Daryl smiled and stretched out his arms, “come on then lil’ man.” Y/N handed him over. He placed his lips against the small child’s cheek and blew raspberries on it. Hunter laughed, rubbing Daryl’s chin length hair. Daryl said, “can’t forget the other one.” Hunter turned his head and Daryl playfully attacked that one. Giggles were contagious. Y/N and Daryl chuckled while Daryl lifted him up to place him on his shoulders, “hold on, okay Hunter?” Hunter’s fingers went into Daryl’s hair, his tiny arms holding Daryl’s head. They were about to start walking, but Y/N bent to pick up the basket of apples.

“Naw, leave it there. I’ll get it after,” he remarked holding onto Hunter’s legs.

“Okay.”

The air was full of the smell of Autumn, dry leaves, apples. The Barrington house had a fire burning, which they could smell.

“Like your sweater,” Daryl commented nonchalantly. Y/N smiled, looking down at her emerald- green fuzzy sweater.

“Yeah?” She smiled demurely as she gauged him from the corner of her eye.

“Yeah… a lot.”

Y/N grinned, “thank you.”

Hunter nuzzled his face into Daryl’s hair before resting his cheek on the top of his head.

“Dada.” He closed his green eyes. Daryl stopped dead in his tracks. Shock surged through him. Y/N whirled around looking at her son, and then at Daryl. Daryl’s cheeks were bright pink.

“Uh…” he couldn’t think of what to say.

Y/N peered up at her son who was holding on so tenderly to Daryl, her eyes wetting. Her son had finally said his first word!

“Dada.”

“I… I ain’t your dada, Hunter,” Daryl finally spoke faintly. He looked at Y/N for assistance. She sputtered for an answer.

Pausing, Y/N’s head leaned slightly to one side, her heart thumping like a drum in her chest. A chord struck within her. Her feelings of friendship had grown into something deeper. Low in her stomach fluttering of little butterflies came to life.

Hunter grew fond of the man too. Daryl spent his free time walking over to talk to Hunter, playing with him, and holding him when they were outdoors. During meetings with Y/N or when they were in Maggie’s office, Hunter was often after Daryl to hold him. He liked sitting at the desk scribbling on a piece of old paper and listening to Daryl’s voice as he dozed.

 “Say mama, Hunter.”  Y/N tried to encourage him with soft instruction.

Hunter rubbed his cheek into Daryl’s hair, “dada.”

“What do I do, Y/N?” Daryl asked, his voice low.

“I’ll try to work on mama with him, like I have been.”

Daryl’s heart was swelling. He chewed his lower lip. Here was this sweet little boy who had so many cards already stacked against him, whose mother tugged at Daryl’s heartstrings calling him dada.

“I-I don’t know,” she confessed, “this isn’t something I thought… I didn’t think he’d… He- he sees you all the time, maybe he thinks…” she pointed between them, her cheeks burning bright.

Daryl shifted his weight from one foot to the other. This little boy had his heart not long after he first saw him. The more time he spent with him, the more he felt a part of his life. Hunter took to him quickly and would often snuggle into Daryl as if expressing the need for masculine love.

“I’ve heard,” she scrambled to fix the situation, “dada is easier to say than mama.”

Daryl cocked an eyebrow, where did ya hear that?”

“Maybe from other moms.”

Daryl scoffed. He lifted Hunter up, bringing him to the front of him. The little boy was reaching for Daryl’s hair fussing, “there’s no way you’re gonna say Daryl anytime soon, eh, Hunter?”

He brought him in for a little hug. Hunter grabbed some of his hair to rub along his face.

“He really thinks a lot of you, Daryl.” Y/N was confounded. What do you do in a situation like this? She reached for Daryl’s hand, “come on, let’s keep walking. Maybe he will settle down.”

“True.” His eyes locked on hers. He swallowed hard as his fingers entwined with hers. He tucked his free arm around the little boy as he started to doze.

“We gotta talk about this.”

“I know.”

“But he did speak,” Daryl smiled from ear to ear.

[chvoswxtch]

Been seeing a lot cowboy frank castle x reader but just listen, listen - turn it around Frank Castle with a fierce southern women..

nonnie, it's like you know me. I myself am a southern gal (sorta, i'm an alternative emo queen before anything else) but I was born & raised in the south and therefore can't deny the fiestiness in my blood. thank you so much for the request! I had so much fun with this. I hope this is what you were looking for! ❤️

warning: some swearing, mentions of alcohol, & frankie finally getting to have a good time. word count: 1.6k

don't want no trouble.

The small dive bar was packed with regulars and drifters alike. The local band had started playing their set about half an hour ago, and the worn floor seemed to buzz from the music flowing freely through the packed crowd. Frank could faintly feel the vibrations through the soles of his boots. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been to a concert, or heard any kind of live music. He couldn’t remember the last time he had even listened to music in general. 

Frank felt a rare kind of peace he hadn’t felt in weeks, or longer if he was being honest with himself. He wasn’t scanning the crowd or the doors for any kind of threats. He wasn’t currently working any kind of job. No one was really paying him any attention, too focused on their own lively Saturday night. For the first time in awhile Frank could just be…Frank. Just another guy at this small town dive bar, enjoying a nice cold beer, and the surprisingly good local band. 

Until he couldn’t take anymore of the obviously overserved asshole two stools down that couldn’t take a hint. 

For the past fifteen minutes, the guy had been making obnoxious comments in your direction that had gone ignored. He eyed you continuously, trying to gauge if he should step in or not. He was trying real hard to stay out of trouble unless absolutely necessary. Your hand was clutched around a glass containing a clear liquid that had some kind of red coating on the rim and a complimentary lime on the side. Your face had been neutral at first, bored even, but the bolder the man beside you got, the more your full lips morphed into an irritated scowl. 

“Hey so I was wondering-“

“No.”

“But you don’t even-“

“No.”

The man scoffed, clearly irritated by your dismissal of him. He stumbled closer in your direction, annoyance plastered clearly on his face.

“You don’t have to be such a fucking-”

You turned quickly on your stool to face the belligerent man with a defiant look solidified on your features and a reckless rage burning in your eyes.

“Let me ask you something. That tiny, pathetic excuse for a dick you have between your legs, you attached to it?”

The man’s eyes widened significantly, blinking a few times in dumbfoundment as you stared him down. He obviously hadn’t expected you to fire back at him.

“I…uh…yeah, particularly.”

You leaned in languidly, a dangerous smirk spreading slowly across your mouth as you kept your gaze locked on him and narrowed your eyes slightly, nodding your chin in his direction.

“You wanna keep it that way?”

Although your tone sounded playful, Frank could tell by the look in your eyes you weren’t fucking around. Clearly, the man did too. He swallowed thickly before giving a slight nod of his head.

“Then fuck off.”

The man stumbled backwards to avoid your venom, scurrying off towards the other end of the bar. You followed him with your unrelenting gaze until he was out of your sight, rolling your eyes and huffing as you muttered under your breath and lifted the glass to your lips.

“Asshole.”

Frank couldn’t help but snicker at the whole altercation, earning him a questioning glance from you. Your brow was arched in challenge, as if daring him to step out of place. He held his free hand up in surrender, a playful grin appearing on his lips.

“Hey, I don’t want no trouble.”

The side of your mouth curled up into a mischievous smirk as you shamelessly let your eyes wander over his large figure, giving a slight shake of your head.

“No, you don’t.”

Frank tried to keep his gaze ahead on the band, but his eyes seemed to drift every now and then to the side to watch you of their own volition. You had ditched the stool, leaning against the bar like he was, and he found himself mesmerized by the subtle movements of your hips in perfect rhythm with the music. The bootcut jeans you wore looked like they had been painted on the way they fit your figure perfectly, and he caught little glimpses of your skin beneath the cut off band tee you wore that stopped just before your belt buckle. The boots you wore made your legs look a little longer, and you a little taller, which made the whole situation from earlier that much more hilarious considering the guy had about a foot of height on you.

Dynamite does come in small packages.

“You gonna watch me all night, or you gonna ask me to dance, cowboy?”

Frank cocked his head to the side when he realized you were talking to him. You turned your head to face him and looked up at him through your lashes.

“You gonna threaten me if I do?”

A devilish grin split across your full lips, taking a slow sip of your drink as you turned your attention back to the band with a slight shrug of your shoulders.

“Depends.”

Frank turned his body to face you, leaning against his elbow on the bar as he finally let his eyes wander over you properly. 

“On?”

“You gonna ask nicely?”

“I like my equipment where it’s at, so yeah.”

That made you laugh, and Frank’s mouth split into a proud grin. 

“You waitin’ for an invitation?”

“Didn’t you already give me one?”

Frank tilted his head to the side as he studied you, catching the way you peered at him out of the corner of your eyes as your brows raised quizzically.

“I did, and if there’s anything I hate more than repeatin’ myself, it’s not gettin’ my way.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Frank dipped his head back as he finished off his beer, setting the empty bottle on the bar as he extended his hand out to you.

“I told ya, I don’t want no trouble. But I should warn you, I ain’t the best dancer.”

A proud smirk settled on your lips as you finished off your own drink, setting the empty glass by Frank’s and grabbing his wrist to lead him to the middle of the dance floor.

“You know how to Texas two-step?”

“No, but I reckon you could teach me.”

“You’d have to let me lead. Think you can handle that?”

“Sweetheart, you can lead me wherever the hell you want.”

Frank caught the way your cheeks deepened in color at his words, even though you tried to play it off with a playful grin and shake of your head. You guided one of his hands to your waist, settling it just above your hip, and squeezed it a little as you stared up at him.

“You keep your hands where I tell you, your equipment stays where it’s at. Got that?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Frank’s cheeks nearly hurt from how much he was grinning. He held onto your other hand as you taught him the steps, catching on rather quickly once he found his rhythm. He should’ve been watching his feet, but he couldn’t take his eyes off you. Once he built up enough confidence in his movements, he took a step back and gave you a twirl. His chest swelled with pride at the surprised look in your eyes and the first vulnerable smile from you he had seen all night.

“You’re a quick learner.”

“I got a good teacher.”

Frank pulled you in by your waist, making sure to keep his hand in the exact same spot as you had placed it. All around you, people were dancing and laughing, singing along obnoxiously off key with the wrong words, but you and Frank couldn’t keep your eyes off each other. Frank liked how feisty you were, and a big part of him desperately wanted to know how far that went. You didn’t seem like the kind of woman to relinquish control to anyone, but he wondered if you’d let him. Although if you wanted to call the shots, then hell he was more than happy with that too.

“You got a name, cowboy?”

“Frank. I get to know yours?”

He should’ve lied. He should’ve told you his alias. He couldn’t figure out why he didn’t. Maybe he didn’t wanna hear any name but his own coming from your lips.

“Hi Frank. I’m Y/N.”

“Well Y/N, I pass the audition?”

“Maybe.”

“Can I get you a drink then?”

“You tryin’ to win me over?”

“Absolutely.”

Something about the way you stared into his eyes made him nervous and excited. He wanted to know what you saw as much as he didn’t wanna know. You took a step backwards, placing one hand on his broad chest as you stared up at him inquisitively.

“You an asshole, Frank?”

“Sometimes. I’m workin’ on it.”

“I appreciate the honesty.”

“Somethin’ tells me you can smell blood and bullshit from a mile away. Ain’t no use lyin’.”

Another big grin stretched across your lips, and for the second time that night, Frank felt like he got a peak behind the curtain. He could see something warm beneath your tough exterior, something maybe even soft. He already missed the brief touch of skin he felt of your waist when you danced with him. He could still smell the zesty citrus of your shampoo lingering beneath his nose. He wanted more.

“You like tequila, Frank?”

Think I’d like the taste of it on your lips.

“If that’s what you like.”

“Good answer.”

[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Azula has made no progress since she was sent back to the asylum. Ty Lee believes she can help her, with proper disciple. Tyzula.

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**CW: Due to the explicit sexual content I will not be posting the full chapter here**

CH17: A Tea Break

Ty Lee returned to the cottage wiping sweat from her brow. Drills had run later than expected and she had sprinted back. The other Kyoshi Warriors nodded as she strode past them and down the hall. She pushed the door open to the training room to see Azula running through her usual exercises. There were bursts of magnificent blue flames before Azula finished with a lightning strike to the stone ceiling.

Ty Lee felt her heart skip a beat as Azula straightened up and turned back to face her. A smile that radiated pure warmth crinkled her amber eyes as they met Ty Lee's. Azula's transformation had been slow but dramatic. She straightened her armor and strode over.

"You're late." Azula remarked with mock sternness as she leaned in for a kiss.

"And you were supposed to wait for me in the garden." Ty Lee scolded her teasingly as she hit the top of her head lightly with her fan. Azula huffed and Ty Lee pressed her lips to hers. She could feel the firebender melt at the contact.

"I got bored." Azula breathed as she grabbed Ty Lee's waist and pulled her closer.

"You know you could always join me in training." Ty Lee said, placing her arms around her neck. Azula snorted and rolled her eyes.

"I fail to see how a contest of who can keep Horse Stance the longest qualifies as training." She scoffed then felt an uneasy prickle at the back of her neck as if someone was looking at her disapprovingly. She shivered and shook her head.

"That's not all we do." Ty Lee chided as her hand felt the back of Azula's head. Her eyes wandered upward. "It's been a while since I've seen your hair up like this." She commented.

"Yes, well, if I'm trying to open my fire chakra it made sense to…" Azula gestured to her top knot with some embarrassment. Ty Lee's eyes flicked to the corners of the room. She thought she could sense the presence of the new aura that had appeared when Azula had unlocked her first two chakras. However, it seemed to have vanished. She pulled back to look at Azula's aura properly. It was pleasantly pink as it furled and unfurled. Azula looked at her questioningly.

"I think we should grab some spiced tea." Ty Lee said, pulling her arms back and tugging on Azula's armor. Azula flushed and nodded quickly. She grinned and leaned forward but Ty Lee pushed her away and took her hand. "Not in here." She said, with a wink before heading out of the training room and pulling her with. They nearly collided with Katara.

"I thought we were going to work on opening the next chakra?" She said frowning.

"Uh! We are!" Ty Lee assured her as Azula huffed impatiently. "After we have a quick tea break!" She said grinning apologetically as they hurried down the hall to Azula's room before slamming the door shut behind them. Katara pinched the bridge of her nose.

Ty Lee flung her sash aside before grabbing Azula by the armor and slamming her up against the wall in a fearsome kiss. Azula moaned and quickly fumbled with Ty Lee's headdress as she tossed it aside. Ty Lee pulled back and yanked her gloves off as Azula did the same with her bracers. Their bodies collided again as Azula gripped the back of Ty Lee's head.

"I need you." Azula panted as she began trailing kisses down her neck. Ty Lee gasped and kicked her boots off. Azula followed suit.

"Azula." Ty Lee groaned as they disengaged and hurried to shed the rest of their armor. It was like a well practiced dance as each item of clothing was stripped away. Soon they stood before each other in nothing but their undergarments. Their eyes raked down the other's body ravenously before locking lips again. They stumbled around the room as they tried to make their way towards the bed. Their limbs were already hopelessly tangled together.

Once they finally found the bed Ty Lee pushed Azula onto it before pouncing on her. Their kiss resumed like a fiery battle as Ty Lee straddled her waist. Azula moaned longingly as she wrapped her arms around Ty Lee and started to dig her nails in.

"Ah! No!" Ty Lee winced and pulled back.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Azula said, releasing her quickly.

"Why did you have to sharpen them into claws?" Ty Lee asked as she took one of Azula's hands and examined the pointed nails.

"It helps with bending lightning," Azula explained, "and I didn't sharpen all of them." She said, referencing the neatly trimmed and filed nails on her middle and ring fingers. Ty Lee snorted.

"I don't know how you don't scratch yourself." She said as she kissed them. "Please don't use them on me. It hurts."

"I won't, I-" Azula glanced back at the iron rings bolted to the wall. Ty Lee followed her eyes. "Chain my hands." She said suddenly with a new spark behind her eyes.

"What?" Ty Lee blinked.

"Chain my hands to the wall so I can't accidentally hurt you." Azula repeated.

"Azula." Ty Lee bit her lip. The idea was admittedly thrilling. However, she wondered if it would remind her too much of the first time she arrived here. "Are you sure?"

"I don't want to hurt you." Azula said earnestly and grimaced. Ty Lee opened her mouth but Azula continued. "And I don't want to get rid of my claws." Ty Lee hesitated. "Not when I just got them back."

"Okay but-" Ty Lee was about to point out that Azula could simply be more careful but was interrupted again.

"Boundaries. I know." Azula huffed. The idea had been well drilled into her head. "I'll tell you when I've had enough." Ty Lee raised her eyebrows. "I promise."

"I mean…" She shook her head.

"I know you want to." Azula said with a knowing smirk.

"Want to what?" Ty Lee asked, raising an eyebrow as she slipped off the bed.

"Chain me up like the wild and dangerous beast that I am and have your way with me." Azula said, letting out a small tongue of flame before snapping her jaws shut to extinguish it. Ty Lee looked at her curiously before retrieving the chains from under the bed. So, Azula wanted to be treated like a wild untamed animal, huh?

"Do I?" She asked, raising her eyebrows skeptically. "Or do you want me to?" She said, fixing the chains to Azula's wrists and securing them to the wall. She climbed back on top of her and placed a hand on Azula's chest. She could feel Azula's inner fire flowing into her from the contact. Not to mention she could see her aura positively glowing with excitement.

"You want to feel like you've conquered me." Azula continued as her heart beat faster. "Like you have wrangled me and forced me into submission."

"Azula, if you want me to do those things you only have to ask." Ty Lee said, trailing her hand down her body. Azula blushed and avoided her eyes. Ty Lee grinned and descended on her neck with slow and deliberate kisses. Her hands trailed up her bound arms, leaving goosebumps in her wake. Azula let out a pleasurable shuddering gasp. "And I don't need to 'feel' like I've conquered you," Ty Lee whispered in her ear. "because I already have."

"What?" Azula scoffed unconvincingly as she turned her head to look away.

"And I have a feeling you want to be my good little dragon and do exactly as I say." Ty Lee said, gently grabbing her chin and turning her head back to face her. "Don't you?" She said, pulling back and rubbing herself against her leg. Azula swallowed and nodded before instinctively trying to grab her hips. There was a clink as the chains prevented her and she bit back a whine. "No touching." Ty Lee teased. "You just get to watch." She said, caressing her cheek.

"T-Ty Lee." Azula croaked quietly as she pulled at her chains.

"Do you want them off?" She asked seriously. Azula shook her head. "Do you want me to keep teasing you like this?" Ty Lee asked as she stopped grinding against her. Azula slowly nodded as her face turned red. Ty Lee cupped her face and bent down to lightly brush her lips against hers. "Tell me if it's too much." She said as she ran a hand down between her legs.

"Ty Lee!" Azula whined loudly as she squirmed in her bonds.

"Do you want me to stop?" Ty Lee asked uncertainly at the pained expression Azula was making.

"No!" Azula said quickly as her eyes widened worryingly.

"I think maybe we need a special word to clearly indicate we want to stop." Ty Lee said, chewing her lip. There was a pause as they both thought.

"Ashen Ember Lilies." Azula proposed.

"That seems a bit long." Ty Lee said, rubbing her neck. "Do you think you could say that in the heat of the moment?"

"…No." Azula huffed.

"Wait, weren't those the flowers you gave me at the circus?" Ty Lee asked.

"You said to pick a special word." Azula muttered self-consciously.

"And I think it's a wonderful word." Ty Lee said, kissing her lightly. Azula looked at her appreciatively.

"But you're right. It's too long." She sighed and glanced around the room for an alternative. They landed on her armor. "Pauldron." She threw out randomly as her eyes lingered on the scattered pieces. "Bracers." She hesitated as her gaze landed on Ty Lee's armor. Ty Lee looked at her and tilted her head to one side. "…Kyoshi." She said quietly. Ty Lee felt her face burn. She liked the sound of that but was it really okay to invoke the Avatar's name for something like this? Azula looked at Ty Lee.

"It would stop you, wouldn't it?" She half argued. Ty Lee nodded quickly as she covered her face. Azula smirked. "Then that's the word I choose." She knew the name would be taboo enough to jolt them both back to their senses if need be.

"O-okay!" Ty Lee said, lowering her hands and fixing Azula with a determined look. "We'll keep going until either of us say that name." She closed her eyes momentarily to preemptively pray for forgiveness from the former Avatar.

"May we resume now?" Azula asked a little bossily. Ty Lee opened her eyes. She needed to correct that tone.

"Of course." She said in a deceptively sweet voice. "Where were we?" She said, pretending to think. "Ah, right!" She ran her hands along Azula's sides as she started grinding against her leg. "You weren't allowed to touch me." She said with a sly grin. Azula gulped. Ty Lee pulled her hands back to undo her chest wrap. Azula's pupils dilated. The wrap fell away and Azula stared transfixed at Ty Lee's exposed breasts. The chains clinked loudly as she tried to reach for them.

[love-for-faeries-go-burrrr]

Little Drabbles

Just some little pairings of my oc Rose (shown at the bottom) x Rocket Raccoon for funsies (Some sweet stuff then angst at the end. If you read this whole thing omg thank you for making me feel loved please comment on how you feel about these things)

~I made you something to eat~

Rocket groaned as the blaster in his hands wasn’t acting the way it should. It was odd for him to not know the problem to something. His humming stopped, as confusion started to set in, he heard his stomach grumbling. He had put off eating anything until he fixed this blaster.

“Flarkin Quill. Ya just had to get this beauty banged up” Rocket muttered to himself. Peter had used one of Rocket’s personal blasters in a fight, much to Rocket’s protest. And just Rocket’s luck, Peter had got it injured.

Rocket heard a small knock at the door, “Go away.” Rocket growled.

His ear perked when he heard a familiar person sigh. Rocket sighed himself as he laid the blaster down, placing a paw on his forehead and staring at the desk. “Come in” he mumbled.

“I made you something!” A now very excited Rose said, happy Rocket granted her permission to enter, granted they shared a room with Groot, she respected his space. Rocket’s eyes not leaving his beloved blaster, he asked Rose to clarify what she made. Rose only had half her body in the doorway; hiding something to the side, her antennas perked in happiness.

“I cooked for you-” Rose started but her eyes widened when Rocket’s attention snapped to her. “Oh you idiot!” Rocket started a tirade hopping off the chair and heading to the door. “Wait- I mean….I uh….” Rose stuttered trying to keep her surprise out of Rocket’s view. He placed his hands on his hips, eyeing Rose, now only a few feet in between them.

“Tell me my ship isn’t on fire” Rocket said blatantly. “My Ship~” Peter purred walking past the doorway, definitely eavesdropping. “Oh shut the fu-” Rocket started but then he made every contact with Rose, her eyes pleading Rocket stay civilized as her antennas fell in sadness. Rocket huffed, tapping his fingers against his hips, “What did you do Rose” Rocket said, an accusation rather than a question.

“Oh well you know I can grow plants, flowers, and with that comes fruits, vegetables and well…” Rose said looking to her left at the surprise but then back to Rocket who was letting his impatience get the best of him. Rose gulped and showed her surprise to Rocket.

Rocket’s nose’s perked as he didn’t even realized he leaned in to smell something rather sweet. Rose stepped forward letting Rocket inspect what was on the plate, before he could ask.

“I cross-pollinated some plants that I’ve grown that originate from my planet with a Yaro Root. Waited for them to ripen and picked the one that reminded me of you.” Rose said excitedly, her eyes flickering from the fruit to Rocket. Rocket let out a small humph as he picked a piece and and threw it in his mouth, he expected a crunch but was surprised as the fruits softness. The fruit was orange to purple and spiky, so the way the fruit didn’t poke his mouth shocked Rocket.

It was sweet, but it was like the flavor transformed itself to something on the spicer side, then back to sweet as he swallowed it. He paused, noticing Rose was staring rather intently at his reaction. Rocket’s tail flickered as Rose smiled, “Ha you like it!” Rose said excitedly, almost tipping the plate over in the process. “Now how do ya know that?” Rocket asked as he crossed his arms across his chest.

“Your tail does a little dance when you like something” Rose says eyeing Rocket’s now wagging tail. Rocket rolled his eyes, looking back and realizing Rose was right. “Shut up.” He said grabbing the plate and heading back to the blaster. Tucking his tail as he sat down, ensuring it wouldn’t be free to wag.

He grumbled as Rose had a small victory dance, sneaking glances at her. “Well at least you good at somethin when it comes to food” Rocket said with a smirk, causing Rose to stop and let out a mhm smugly.

Rocket forced his attention back to the blaster, his eyes flickered to the fruit on the plate then back to the blaster. Rocket had a mini heart attack, when Rose was flying over him and eyed the blaster herself. “Ya know you can be real stealthy when you actually want to” Rocket said looking up at Rose. Rose smiled to herself at the compliment; but keeping her eyes focused on the inside mechanisms of the blaster.

“Oh look!” Rose said lowering herself, hovering only inches above Rocket, he averted his gaze downward to where Rose was pointing. “Oh fuck me.” Rocket muttered angrily when it looked as if something similar to a screw was just jamming a spring mechanism. Looks as if he must’ve dropped something on accident while fixing the blaster. Rose giggled as she landed and stood next to Rocket.

She smiled as she watched him pluck the screw, and test the now working blaster. Rocket looked to Rose “uh…thanks” he muttered. Rose beamed proudly, knowing that thanks wasn’t just for fixing the blaster. She mentioned something about helping Groot grow flowers now as she left to give Rocket his privacy back.

She felt Rocket’s eyes watch her and she left and closed the door. She walked away, before being sly and using her wings to lift herself and fly back to the door, placing her ear against it. She knew Rocket would wait until she was out of ear shot, she grinned to herself as she heard a light crunch and Rocket let out a satisfied hum.

“Pervert” she heard someone whisper down the hall, looking to her left she saw Peter standing with his arms crossed. Rose shook her head as she flew down the hall and over Peter’s head. “I’d do the same for you” Rose said innocently as she knew she was out of earshot of Rocket. “Not without me asking!” Peter said rather frustratingly as his hands fell in defeat.

~Flower~

(Shortly after VOL 2, established now that Rose is Peter’s half sis by Ego)

As Rose enjoyed the sites of the planet the Guardians had recently landed on. She chuckled when to her side, Rocket was lecturing a toddler Groot on how he almost died the last mission.

Walking through a town square, the bustling of people trying to sell their products, people playing instruments for units and smells of freshly baked goods filled the air. Rose caught people’s attention, a faerie was a sight to behold to most creatures, it didn’t help she was beautiful.

Rose had to restrain herself from checking out all the shops, allowing people to place jewelry on her then insist on payment, last time that happened Rocket had a blaster pointed at a woman’s face as she apologized and took back the jewelry. She couldn’t help but allow her eyes to wonder.

Rocket’s eyes shifted upwards as he eyed Rose, watching her take interest in nearby booths. “Don’t get too close Rose, you know what happened last time.” Rocket grumbled.

“I am Groot.”

“Hey I only threatened her because she was trying to play Rose like a rube.” Rocket said in defiance.

His attention went back on Rose when he heard her let out a light gasp. “Oh for flarkin’ sake” he let out as he rushed behind Rose who had her eyes set on something specific. “Rose what do you want this time-” Rocket started, but pausing when he reached Rose’s side.

A young grey skinned, similar to Terran looking child, was struggling to sell a flower to nearby passerby’s, the child looked in awe when he saw Rose approach him. “Would you like a flower miss?” He asked sweetly holding out a purple flower.

Rose smiled as she leaned down, placing one knee on the ground and leaning on the other to be face level with the kid. Rose's smile faded when she looked at the flowers the boy was trying to sell, there were very few flowers and most weren't in the best health. Only one being in pristine health, which was the one then boy was offering Rose.

A woman appeared behind the child, Rocket's hand grazed his blaster when she moved close to Rose. But the woman bowed, thanking Rose for visiting their booth, referring to Rose as Princess. Rose looked as if she was about to ask how the woman knew.

"We don't see many faerie on this side of the galaxy, much less ones that are as beautiful as you," Rose smiled at the answer awkwardly until the woman continued more forwardly "and the news of you abandoning your fiance spread pretty quickly, your face was in our news for weeks" Rose sighed as if saying there it is.

Rocket huffed at the lady's remark, albeit it was true, it was still a tough subject for Rose. "I am Groot." Rocket nodded, "You got a point lady?" Rocket asked as he crossed his arms across his chest.

The lady's eyes widened as she apologized saying she meant no disrespect. Rose nodded and told the lady she understood, smiling at the boy as he still stared at Rose in awe, specifically her wings.

Rose continued smiling at the kid, then raising her head and asking the mother why the flowers were in a bad condition. When the mother explained that flowers struggle to survive on this planet, their fruits and vegetables had a hard enough time growing. Rose’s smile quickly vanished as a face of concern washed over her, she glanced over to Rocket who nodded in agreement with the mother.

Rose let out a slight hum, before cupping her hands together, a large smile forming as her antennas glowed a purple hue. “Here.” Rose held our her hand towards the mother, placed in it numerous seedlings.

“These will grow beautiful flowers, some can even grow fruits or vegetables, I hope it helps your family.”

“Even in our climate, miss?” The child asked as his eyes curiously scanned the glowing seedlings.

“I promise. My people can grow flowers, vines and more at a whim, granted royals can do much more, easier and faster than a normal faerie. So take these, my little gift to you.”

A pause as the mother and child scooped the seedlings and wrapped them around in soft cloth to plant later whenever they got home.

“One more thing” Rose said, raising her hand high as her antennas now glowed a bright yellow, a swish of her wrist and suddenly their empty cart was full of magnificent colors of all shapes and sizes, all with their roots still attached so people could buy them and plant them.

The mother practically fainted as she looked at her cart, while the kid was jumping up and down.

“I am Groot.” Groot said happily from Rocket’s shoulder.

“I wouldn’t call it beautiful….” Rocket muttered in response, receiving a slight eye roll from Rose, while Groot stomped his foot on Rocket shoulder, scolding him.

After receiving many thanks from the small family, multiple people approached Rose to ask her to do the same for them, in which she responded by encouraging people to purchase them from the family. Rocket and Rose were separated as people swarmed Rose.

Rose, lifted herself up with her wings and flew above the small crowd. Thanking them but stating she had to leave, she gave Rocket a look of I’m sorry for drawing all this attention to myself. In which Rocket shrugged, it can’t be helped, he said with his eyes.

As Rose motioned she’d meet Rocket back at the ship. Rocket started to walk away from booth when the kid from earlier approached him quickly, offering him the same flower he offered Rose. “A gift for the princess” the child said with a toothy smile.

Rocket debated the idea then politely told the kid no, before having Groot yank at his ear. “Oh you little-” Rocket started before seeing Groot’s serious expression. “Fine…Fine” Rocket said wanting to avoid a tantrum from Groot.

“How many units for it?” Rocket said with a slight eye roll.

“It’s free for her” the child said happily.

“I said. How. Many. Units.” Avoiding Groot’s angry gaze.

~time skip~

“Awww Groot! You bought this for me?”

Rocket rolled his eyes, as he piloted the ship he heard Rose loudly praise Groot for his generosity. Peter, sitting next to Rocket, had a puzzled look on his face.

Rocket ears flicked when when he heard Rose approach, “Thank you Rocket, I really appreciate it.” Rose said, now showing Rocket how she attached the flower to the right side of her waist, connecting it to her dress.

“It was nothin’ Groot was throwing a fit and I didn’t feel like dealin’ with it.” Rocket said with a shrug, acting disinterested. Rose’s face went from a smile to a more neutral look, “well it’s appreciated” she said sincerely before leaving.

“Hey what’s that about?” Peter asked once Rose was out of ear shot.

“Nothin’ important” Rocket said refusing to make eye contact with a now peering Peter.

Peter’s eyes fixated on Rocket for a while, Rocket said something about killing Peter if he kept staring but it didn’t matter. Peter smiled smugly as a certain realization finally hit.

“Yeah yeah…nothing important,” Peter said as he tried to make his voice deeper, mocking Rocket.

~I'm not like her~

(around a year and a half of knowing each other, both have feelings for each other but they are unspoken/unknown by the other.)

Rocket searched frantically, his ears perking when he looked up and heard someone punching things on the top of a building.

"Flark me," Rocket growled as he started climbing an escape ladder up the building. He faltered when he reached the top, watching Rose yell as she punched the roof she was standing on.

Rocket still kept his distance from her. "Hey, Rose" Rocket said rather softly, slightly shocked at Rose letting her emotions get the best of her, it was unlike her to show what she truly felt.

"Did you see the way he looked at me?" Rose asked angrily before falling to the ground and holding herself.

Rocket slowly approached her, "Rose..." he started before being cut off. "Did you see the way he looked at me," Rose demanded.

"Rose ya can't let some jackass get to ya," Rocket said placing a hand on Rose's shoulder, he drew his hand back when she flinched. Rocket sat down next to Rose, eyeing her as she brought her knees close to her face, closing herself off from everyone.

"You don't get it. Everyone looks at me like I am just some pretty princess, I am just a piece of cake everyone wants to eat" Rose started, having a hard time controlling her emotions. "People look at me and think, I am just some easy prey." Rose started pulling at her hair.

"Stop" Rocket demanded softly, "Just because I like dresses, I like looking my best so I am just-" Rose pulled harder at her hair.

Rocket stood and grabbed Rose's hands with his paws, barking orders at Rose to stop. "I'm not like her" Rose as she was practically pulling her hair out at this point.

She only stopped when Rocket bit her wrist, soft for what he truly could've done. Rose yelped in response, to which Rocket, now further pissed, grabbed Rose's face and forced her to look at him.

"What the fuck are you going on about?" Rocket asked sternly, Rose's face tensed at the language, she wasn't used to him being so vulgar to her. After staring into Rocket's deep mahogany eyes, her face softened as she swallowed the lump in her throat.

"I'm not...like her" Rose repeated, with less confidence than last time. Rocket's eyebrow cocked upward, he opened his mouth to ask who Rose was referring to before she muttered "Gamora."

Rose answered the question she knew Rocket was about to ask. "She looks the part, she looks strong, and no one ever messes with her. I.." Rose trailed off, feeling Rocket's paws tense around her face, but continued as she leaned into his touch. "I will never be her, people look at her and just know she is a force to be reckoned with. For just once I wish people didn't underestimate me. They..." tears started falling down Rose's cheeks, absorbed by Rocket's fur.

Rose took in a deep breath, her voice cracking as she stopped swallowing the lump in her throat and started embracing it. "They see me as weak, I had to train ten times harder than my siblings because my own parents knew that I would be...well...fucked with more by people," Rose said avoiding eye contact with Rocket.

Rocket had to hold back a small smile, he was proud of her for cursing for once. He couldn't help but admire how pretty she was, even when crying.

Rose's cheeks reddening as she realized how close she and Rocket were, and how he was just studying her. In truth, Rocket wanted to tell her how lucky she was, in a way Rocket wanted to leave people in awe or wonder when he walked into a room.

Granted he could see how this irked Rose, she had to be a perfect pretty Princess, never straying from protocol and respecting people even when they disrespected her. Things Rocket knew he could never do.

"Ya know..." Rocket said lifting one of his paws to wipe off a tear from Rose's upper cheek. "You can use that to your advantage," Rocket said with a slight smirk, causing Rose's face to scrunch in confusion.

Rocket laughed at Rose's confused face. Rocket withdrew his hands from Rose's face as he sat in front of her, crisscrossed applesauce style. Rose's body relaxed as she withdrew her closed off posture, eager to hear what Rocket had to say.

Rocket avoided eye contact and looked at the stars above them. "Think about it, that guy at the bar never saw ya punch comin'. You have the 'element of surprise' I heard Pete say once. Hey, you remember that time we had to steal from that guy with the beard? The weird looking one with the face?"

Rose giggled remembering who Rocket was referring to, she nodded a yes. "There were innocents at his hideout...what did you do?" Rocket asked, his gaze lowering back to Rose. Rose sniffled, as she responded she stole the artifact they needed from him. "Yep! And how did you do that?" Rocket asked.

"I...I played nice, acted like I was visiting from my planet, played some naive princess who wanted to be saved by some strong man" Rose said mocking the last part of the sentence as she lifted her hands to make quotation marks.

"And...?" Rocket said as Rose's face softened as she smiled, "he never saw me coming when I stole from him," she said proudly.

"Exactly!" Rocket beamed, showing a toothy smile. "And it was all yar idea! Ya insisted, said ya did not want to risk innocents. We trusted ya and ya pulled through." Rocket said leaning forward and play punching Rose's arm. "I knew ya could do it," Rocket said with a chuckle.

Rose's jaw dropped open, "Liar! You said it was a failure of a plan and I was just going to get myself hurt" Rose said with a slight hmph at the end.

Rocket bit his lip, as he half-joked "Can you blame me? I thought ya was just a pretty princess" Rocket said trying to not laugh at Rose's unamused expression. "Sorry...sorry," Rocket said lifting his hands in defiance. "Please don't kick my ass princess," Rocket said with a smirk that said I wish you'd try.

Rose playfully rolled her eyes, "Hey but in all seriousness, I like ya the way you are, dresses and all. Ya ain't gotta change yourself. That prick at the bar was just a fucker, I would've killed him had you not beat his ass then ran." Rocket said as he let his body slump, now laying flat on the roof and staring at the stars above.

"I know..." Rose said quietly as she crawled towards Rocket, crawling on top of him, their body not touching, Rose practically levitated over him. Rocket had a small gulp that only he heard, watching Rose stare into his eyes he went speechless, not sure what she was about to do.

"You mean it?" Rose asked, barely above a whisper. Rose's eyes dropped but she forced herself to keep eye contact. Rocket broke it looking to his left.

"Yeah...you ain't terrible," Rocket said refusing to look back at Rose. Rose faltered for a moment, just staring at Rocket before laying next to him and staring at the stars above.

After a few moments of silence, "Ya know I could go back and kill him" Rocket offered causing Rose to abruptly laugh. Rose tilted her head to look at Rocket who was facing her.

"What kind of pair are we?" Rose asked as she lightly shoved Rocket's shoulder.

Rocket paused to just take in Rose, her small smile, her personality, the way she could just calm him. He found peace when with her, well the closest he could get to peace. For months now he's realized his feelings for her changed, he gladly would've murdered the guy who tried to touch Rose earlier, he would've taken pleasure in it. He wanted to be seen as good by her, he wanted to be her hero. But is that what she wanted?

Fuck do I say it? Rocket thought. Maybe just tell her she looks beautiful? Tell her I got a thing for her? What would that change? Rocket didn't realize how long he must've been staring and thinking because Rose turned her head and proceeded to stare at the stars in silence.

Nope. I'll just fuck this all up.

"The impossible kind princess...the impossible kind" Rocket answered as he looked back up to the sky, hiding his sadness from Rose. He wasn't answering her question, he was answering his own.

Taglist: @raccoonfallsharder @saaandy

[witch-of-the-world]

Ao Lie's Return

So if anybody was interested in this post, I wrote it out properly.

“Don't go wanderin' off too far! Dinner'll be ready in twenty minutes!”

The warning shouted behind them was barely acknowledged as the three raced into the tunnels. Mei and MK were already bored despite only having helped set up camp a moment ago, and they were eager to explore the cave system in which the group had decided to spend the night. Redson had been more or less dragged along with them, still feeling more comfortable with the two of them than sitting around with the others. And anyway, his fire quickly came in handy to light up the dark tunnels.

“How deep d'ya think this goes?” MK asked.

“I dunno,” Mei replied. “Wonder what kinda stuff is in here.” She leapt up onto a ledge, two feet wide and only a little more off the ground, walking on it with outstretched arms.

“We'd better not get lost,” Redson commented.

“Nah, I got this,” MK assured her. “If we do I can just gold-vision and pick the right tunnel.”

“You're certain of that?” Red asked, but got no reply as the other ran ahead.

“Hey, look at this!” MK exclaimed. “It's some kinda weird door!”

Mei hopped off the ledge and came closer. Red brought their fire towards it as well, illuminating a round handle on the wall, surrounded by carvings. It did, in fact, look like a door.

“Weird,” said MK. “Wonder what's in there.” He reached for the handle.

The door opened easily, and the three jumped in surprise as green torches lit up down the sides of a large corridor.

“Woah,” they said in unison, looking around. There was little in the room besides a statue at the other end, with something in front of it. As they got closer, Mei exclaimed in surprise. “Is that--??”

“What?” MK asked, looking up at the statue.

“It's...it's Ao Lie,” said Mei, stepping closer to the statue in awe.

It was, indeed, a perfect stone recreation of Ao Lie, in his human form. He was standing facing the three of them, eyes closed and head bowed slightly, hands clasped in front of him. He looked...quite peaceful.

“It says something here,” said MK, approaching the stone tablet in front of the statue. He frowned at the words. “I can't make it out.”

“It's an old form of writing,” Redson said, coming up to the tablet as well. “I haven't seen anything written like this for centuries.”

“What does it say?” MK asked.

Redson peered at the tablet. “When She Who Is Worthy Of The Dragon's Power approaches, the seal will be broken,” she read. There was a green crystal set in the stone above the tablet.

“She who is worthy of the dragon's power...d'you think that means...me?” Mei asked.

“It's likely,” said Redson. “You are the one who wields the Dragonblade after all.”

Mei stepped closer, laying eyes on the tablet itself, though she couldn't read it either.

Suddenly, a light flashed across the crystal.

“Uh, did you guys see that?” she asked.

“See what?” MK replied.

Mei didn't answer, stepping closer. Reaching out slowly with one hand.

“Mei?” MK asked.

The crystal was so shiny that she could see her own reflection in it.

The reflection's eyes flashed in a bright green light. Was that...the outline of a dragon?

She placed a hand on the crystal.

Immediately, there was a flash of light. MK and Redson both staggered back, shielding their eyes. Mei lifted up her free arm to protect her face, the other hand still on the crystal. All three had their eyes closed as a great CRACK resounded through the stone hall. It was followed by the sound of crumbling rock.

When Mei's green eyes opened again, they found another pair just like them.

The girl blinked in surprise. Standing before her, no longer a statue but flesh and blood and bone, was the great dragon Ao Lie.

He was still in human form, in the same position the statue had been in. As the dust settled around him, his eyes caught Mei's, and he stared at her in fascination.

A smile crept onto his face. “Oh wow,” he said. “I thought I'd never get outta there!”

Mei realized the tablet and crystal had broken apart under her hand, and she slowly lowered her arms, staring for a moment at the one in front of her.

Then she broke into a huge grin, clenching her fists in excitement. “It really is YOU! You're really Ao Lie!”

“Yup, that's me!” the dragon replied, rubbing the back of his head. “But uh, who are you?”

“I thought Mei met him inside the scroll!” MK whispered to Redson.

“You dolt, that wasn't the real Ao Lie, that was just a recording of a memory!” Redson whispered back.

“I'm Mei!” the girl exclaimed. “Mei Long! I'm your great-great-a-thousand-times-great-granddaughter!”

“Oh wow!” Ao Lie exclaimed, bringing his hands together inside his long sleeves. “When I got put in there I barely even had a great-granddaughter!”

“Really?” Mei asked.

“Yeah, she was like, three years old,” said Ao Lie.

“No, I mean...how long have you been in there?” Mei asked.

“Hmm,” Ao Lie said, placing a hand under his chin. Then he shrugged. “I dunno.”

“Huh,” said Mei. “How'd you get inside that statue?”

“I...” and Ao Lie looked around him at the crumbled stone. “I...don't really remember. It's all kind of...fuzzy.” He frowned, continuing to look about him, and his eyes caught MK and Redson.

“Oh, those are my friends,” said Mei, turning around.

MK grinned. “Yeah! I'm MK, and this is Redson!” He pulled Red close to him with an arm around their shoulders. Redson rolled his eyes, pulling away and giving a slight bow in greeting.

“Cool!” said Ao Lie.

Suddenly, from down the caverns, a shout echoed across the stone. “Kids! Dinner!”

“Oh!” said MK. “We better go!”

Mei took Ao Lie's hand and grinned. “C'mon, you can meet the others!”

The three dashed off, Redson lighting their way and Ao Lie trailing behind, pulled along by Mei. They soon reached the main cave where the others had set up camp.

“Guys, guys, look who we found!” Mei yelled as the four of them came out of the tunnel.

The others looked up. Sandy and Pigsy only showed mild confusion, but Tang leapt up in excitement.

“Oh my WORD is that really him?” he yelled.

“Uh-huh!” Mei replied. “This is my great-great-times-a-thousand-great-grandfather, Ao Lie!”

She turned to him, but Ao Lie didn't seem to have noticed the three of them. He was looking across the cave.

He was looking at the member of the party who was staring back at him in utter shock.

“Wukong!” he exclaimed, letting go of Mei's hand and dashing across the cave. He leapt onto the monkey, hugging him tight. “It's so good to see you again!”

“Y...you too!” Wukong replied, a bit thrown off. He returned the hug, and smiled. “What the heck, why were you here? I mean, I thought you were...I haven't seen you in forever!”

“Oh!” said Ao Lie, as if he'd just remembered. “I got sealed inside a statue!”

He said this so casually that Wukong couldn't help but laugh. “Wait, what?”

“We found him in a cave back there!” MK explained. “And Mei touched a crystal and set him free cause she has the dragon powers!”

“Couldja be a little more vague about that?” Pigsy asked.

“I have a great-great-lots-of-greats-granddaughter!” Ao Lie exclaimed. “This is the best!”

Wukong chuckled again. “Well, it's good to see you again, old friend,” he said.

“You too!” Ao Lie replied. “Hey, speaking of old friends, where's the rest of the group?” He looked up into Wukong's golden eyes, still hugging him. “Where's Master Sanzang and Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing? I bet they all missed me too, huh?”

Everything went quiet.

Wukong stared back into those hopeful green eyes. At that cute little smile.

He sighed.

[thyandrawrites]

Tag memes

Uh I always forget to do these but thank you to everyone who tagged me in them!

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took this uquiz to find out what elemental writing type I am

My result: Fire Writer

You burn. In the night, under the hot sun, you burn. You shine in the darkest nights, bringing to your readers an immortal fire. No one is able to portray feelings better than you. Emotions burn your characters, making them matches in dark rooms, lighting up everything, and burning from their own hands. Your best is shown in short stories, where the flames of your character’s souls can burn brighter than ever, and become ashes. Your stories hold the most passionate love, soft sighs whispered against a lover’s skin, and the neon lights of a night club. Pain is your second name, and you don’t mind it. Wars, betrayal, yearning, a/b/o and enemy to lovers are your favorite tropes. But when you decide to comfort, the fierce fire that burns in your soul becomes the warm hug of a blanket in a cold day. Established relationships, per-relationship fluff and medical fics are great at showing this softer side of you. Keep burning, and show everyone how hard a fire can burn, even in the coldest of the nights.

I'd say it's really accurate. I based some of my responses on the comments I get on my fics so this seems to check out. Well, except for the a/b/o which is actually a squick of mine

Tagging: @starship--phoenix @draphrawrites if you feel like it, no pressure

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Tagged by: @maddy-hat

Rules: Spell your url with Song Titles and tag many people as there are letters.

*opens my music library* Alright, here goes my taste in music. Good luck finding out how all of this makes sense together lol

T - trapdoor, 21 pilots

H - hero, amazarashi

Y - ?? Can't find one for this letter sorry

A - a demon's fate, within temptation

N - numb, linkin park

D - drown, bring me the horizon

R - ragin on a sunday, bohnes

A - a grave mistake, ice nine kills

W - why worry, set it off

R - radioactive, imagine dragons

I - Icarus, bastille

T - thousandfold, eluveitie

E - emperor's new clothes, panic!at the disco

S - ship in a bottle - fin

Tagging: I don't have 14 people to tag, so feel free to do this if you want to

[musicjunkees]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Charles Albert Alchemia Gold Pink Multicolor Opal set.

[viridiave]

NARUMITSU <ATTEMPTING TO READ THE SUBTEXT PLATONICALLY>

*Wrote all this some time last month so I might be off- really really off- also full disclosure I too am a Narumitsu shipper- this is just me giving myself a bad time doing the impossible and having fun XD

-I am going to fail sooner or later. Looking at you, Bridge to the Turnabout.

FIRST GAME >Turnabout Samurai -Yep. We're jumping right in with 'unnecessary feelings'. I'm going to be put on a stake for this. -This is going to become the main argument with any and all homoerotic subtext present in the first game- that it was unintentional. They didn't actively start making it gay until the second game, and even before then the producer for the games had to warn the development team not to try and insert these themes for fear of getting it wrong and lose the fanbase they'd accidentally caught the eye of. I can still create arguments for why this specific, hilariously meme-able line could be read romantically of course- but as far as the game development team at the time was concerned this interaction was never meant to be read as romantic. -Unease and uncertainty are... very valid feelings for Edgeworth to feel at this very moment and as much as I'd like to joke that he was feeling uncertain about his sexuality after seeing his childhood friend as an adult, this line was really just likely meant to lead up to the conclusion of Turnabout Goodbyes and Edgeworth's character arc for this game. His perfect win streak had just been shattered in a case prior. In this case, he was meant to persecute the lead actor of his favorite show- and in some ways his helping the defense can be taken as his biases getting the better of him. His sense of justice and his entire worldview is about to be overhauled, and I can see how he would regard this budding doubt in himself as an unnecessary (heh) distraction from what he believes is his true purpose in life.

>Turnabout Goodbyes -Edgeworth wanting to keep him away from DL-6 has its own section mostly because of how stubborn he becomes when it comes to Phoenix's insistence in particular. It's clear that this stubbornness is a front, I will concede with that- but there are merits to his initial reluctance in accepting Phoenix's defense. It's evident that Phoenix himself has grown over the course of the game so far, but in both of the times that he faced off against Edgeworth in court, his victories were... a tad bit contrived. For instance in Turnabout Sisters, Phoenix really only wins because Mia was being channeled and blackmailed White as he was about to leave the stand. Turnabout Samurai is a little better- but had him rely on quite a lot of coincidences (proven later to be substantiated) that surfaced during the trial. This is nothing to say of the deeper reason Edgeworth has over dissuading Phoenix from taking his case ("You in particular I cannot ask to do this.")- where I can make an argument for his pride and/or concern over Phoenix's career as an attorney. The stakes are relatively high here as well- if Phoenix fails, Edgeworth is incarcerated, Manfred von Karma goes free, DL-6 goes cold once again with no hope of getting re-opened, and everything that Phoenix has been working towards as an attorney would have been in vain. DL-6 is a case that has ruined many lives- it'd make sense if Edgeworth himself felt as though it would be a waste of time and effort to take this case because of how convinced he was of murdering his own father prior to Gourd Lake. He'd grown up for the past 15 years with a nightmare and a death sentence over his head- I wouldn't be surprised if he simply gave up and accepted that he was going to die at the hands of his prosecuting mentor. Even if he were acquitted for the murder of Robert Hammond, his perceived involvement in DL-6 would have thrown a wrench in his freedom- any lesser attorney would have given up on that. And this is unloaded BEFORE Phoenix tells him about the true reason as to why he became an attorney. -Phoenix's insistence to defend Edgeworth in this case can easily just be read as platonic- his complete, unfettered faith in Edgeworth's innocence is heavily influenced by that class trial, for better or for worse. While I'm perfectly happy to imagine that Phoenix's attachment to his idealized version of Edgeworth grew into something deeper sometime in the fifteen years that he hasn't seen him, I do believe that Phoenix in particular really is just that much of a sentimental person. This is to say nothing of his nature as a defense attorney- and what little time he's managed to spend with Mia has taught him that unbridled trust in his client is what gets him through the day, and he's putting it to practice here. Edgeworth was what he has been working towards the moment he decided he would practice law- as Phoenix at this point in time still believes that he could do no wrong despite seeing what Edgeworth is truly like in court. -Cutting into the meat of Phoenix and Edgeworth's shared past, I made a point earlier to say that Phoenix's perception of Edgeworth as a person is idealized. Every memory that Phoenix has had of Edgeworth prior to the events of the first game were from their childhood- and they had 4-8 months (plus one year if we're generous with the retconning some of the official art gave us) MAX to develop a friendship so strong that Phoenix makes major life decisions just to meet with this man. The fact that this time spent together was ENOUGH for Phoenix in the first place is... really hard to skirt around. To quote Dan from GameGrumps "this is something that you would only do for someone you're trying to marry" and if one of them was a woman I guarantee this ship would be canon already. But then again- since this is Phoenix Wright in particular somehow I can believe that he really is just that sentimental- and that isn't always a bad thing. He'd managed to save Edgeworth twice with this conviction after all. When Phoenix sees Edgeworth, he doesn't see a demon prosecutor, he sees his childhood friend who aimed to become a shining example of justice following in his father's footsteps. They address how shaky his foundations for becoming an attorney were in the Phoenix Wright Files once actually- going through a mini-existential crisis because he'd become an attorney with the main goal of saving Edgeworth from what he'd become, and now that he's accomplished that he's just kind of... lost. Edgeworth himself manages to pull him out of this, though. -man that hurts my case a lot actually but to be fair I was banking on failing -I just didn't expect it to happen so early even with the first game -in fact ESPECIALLY with the first game -though I cannot for the life of me wonder how I can come up with a heterosexual explanation for why the buildup towards Edgeworth telling Phoenix and Maya about his nightmares reads so much like a stunted love confession. I'm serious- just read any high school shojo manga ever. You'll find that it hits a lot of the same beats.

>Rise From The Ashes -It's in this case that we observe some of the consequences that the intial upheaval of Edgeworth's worldview in Turnabout Goodbyes causes him; distrust in the enforcement of the law. Not exactly the time for him to be dabbling in another, meme-able brand of unnecessary feelings. Several things like the Prosecutor's Office's relationship with the Police Department starts to waver with the murder of Bruce Goodman, and this becomes the final nail in the coffin for Edgeworth's worldviews and values as a prosecutor. His and Phoenix's teamwork in this trial becomes prevalent- the story behind the King of Prosecutors award represents this best despite it's currently incomplete state. The backstory behind this award paints an ideal of justice in the courtroom wherein the truth comes out as a result of the efforts of contradictory forces. A broken halberd that can cut through any shield (the prosecution) and a broken, unbreakable shield (the defense). Read as representation the text becomes something of a metaphor for the ideal justice that manifests itself in the best parts of Edgeworth and Phoenix respectively- the duality of their opposing professions rather than something that is limited to their relationship. -The same argument that I've used for Phoenix's unwavering belief in Edgeworth's innocence in Turnabout Goodbyes can be used for this case as well. -Though Edgeworth still goes M.I.A for a year after this case, it does grant his disappearance a bit more context as to why exactly it is that he left- and I'll be taking a tiny liberty with this and apply the interpretation that the Miles Edgeworth Files grants us, and that he left in order to better himself and grow as a person, a prosecutor, and as a friend to Phoenix Wright. It's... difficult for me to want to read this as anything but romantically-charged because the narrative beats are NOT lost on me (the dialogue makes this especially hard. send help.)- there's a possibility that Edgeworth at this point in time realizes the value in having a better, more functional dynamic with the one defense attorney who he considers a true equal in court. This dynamic will allow for less chances to encounter missteps and errors in any verdicts handed down in court, and if Edgeworth is to pursue his ideal of justice- Phoenix Wright is undoubtedly essential to this endeavor. The aftermath of Rise From The Ashes is indicative of this newfound goal of his- the symbolism behind the old King of Prosecutors award and the two halves of the evidence list certainly helps this case. -<"It seems all you do is worry about me." -Miles Edgeworth, Rise From The Ashes> For good fucking reason Edgeworth. You were accused of murder and have implicated yourself on the stand for DL-6 just a few months ago- and if the Investigations games are anything to go by, you're more of a danger magnet than PHOENIX is. I had to say it. The first Investigations game takes place over the course of 2-3 days and the sheer amount of shit that Edgeworth had to deal with in between that interval truly makes me wonder how Phoenix Wright ended up with the title of danger magnet. And THIS time- Edgeworth's car becomes a crime scene because his corrupt superiors needed a convenient way of transporting a corpse. There's VERY good reasons to worry about the livelihood of Miles Edgeworth. -Okay I... can't believe I forgot about the chessboard. Here's the kicker- the one we see from his office isn't even the only one he owns. I... legitimately cannot give you ANY purely heterosexual, platonic explanation for why Miles Edgeworth has THREE (THREE. I CANNOT OVERSTATE THIS. HE HAS T H R E E OF THESE FUCKING THINGS. GOOD GOD. HE CAN'T BE ANY MORE EXTRA.)(there exists a similar, portable set in the Investigations games- and he has a new set by the time of Dual Destinies) sets of custom-made chessboards with personalized, highly-specific red and blue designs made purely to depict his rivalry with Phoenix Wright. I fold. I give up. I forgot about the chessboards I wAS NOT EXPECTING TO FAIL THIS E A R LY- -You know what the real kicker is with Rise From the Ashes? The main argument that I have introduced back in Turnabout Samurai does not apply here. Rise From the Ashes was made as a DS-exclusive case and did not exist in the original GameBoy version of the Trilogy. Which means if there is homoerotic tension written in for this case (and there happens to be a lot. the chessboard is proof enough.), then we can safely assume that the writers at this point were well-aware. So yeah- maybe don't feel TOO bad about the unnecessary feelings line- because ever since then the writers have been playing off of that and it SHOWS. -Is there really a point to this I'm just- everything is stacked against me tryna interpret this platonically -Like I know I make a point to say that a romantic relationship isn't the end-all of all relationships because this franchise LOVES pushing the Found Family dynamic and I'm an absolute sucker for that -good god by the time Dual Destinies rolls around I'll probably just give up and happily say they're happily married -that's literally what they act like don't even pretend

[white--moon]

"Uh. Yeah. I think it is. I'd fuck up your face, not your relationship. What kinda person do you think I am? I might be a dramatic bitch but I'm not just a bitch." Ok in all honesty it's totally fair that it would be assumed he'd ruin someone's relationship for his own selfish desires. The problem with that theory in this particular practice is that doing that would definitely insure a further rift between him and Ichigo, so he wouldn't do it. "I actually didn't say that. I have a- someone. Sort of. It's complicated. We haven’t labeled it yet." Yet. Like he thinks they ever will. But Ichigo doesn't need to know it probably wont go further than the point it's at now.

That touch is so familiar, even after all these years, that it just seems to belong there. For a second, he doesn't even register it, and when he does it shoots fire through him and a small, dull ache follows in behind. He smirks. "I doubt I'm gonna change my mind." Ichigo knows he's stubborn like that. He huffs a small breath of laughter, "S'fair. I guess I assumed you'd purposefully keep your attention away from my little corner of the streets." Little. Like he isn't servicing or at least dabbling in a major part of the country at this point, not just their city. The reputation Yhwach had transferred hands and nothing spreads farther faster like a major player being offed by an upstart. Ichigo was a big part of that. Shiro might not have done it on his own, he definitely wouldn't have done it as early. The comment about promising ruffles his feathers a bit. "Most of the time, anyway." He corrects, thinking of one very specific, very big promise Ichigo made and didn't fulfill.

His attention shifts to Yuu again and his grin is slow but wide. "Why not both? You wanna watch first or get fucked first?"

He strides into the room, bottle and glass in hand, with all the comfort and confidence of a guy who has no troubles but it feels a little weird and surreal to be in Ichigo's bedroom. The room is... honestly what he'd expect of Ichigo, despite his big boy money now. He steps over to the bedside table to set the bottle down, taking another drink from his glass. His gaze follows that lube, then shoots to the skin Ichigo's revealing. He didn't get to do a lot of touching and looking the night before and he plans to make up for that. Assuming Ichigo lets him. Now he's realizing Ichigo did that on purpose and with reason last night.

He snorts a laugh at Yuu's theatrics, but very pointedly bends down to tug free a big switch blade from his boot to drop down on the bedside table, next to the bourbon. He takes one more big swallow from his glass before finally setting it down too, and starts kicking off his boots and tugging his shirt over his head.

"I'm gettin' ideas." He says, even though he knows Ichigo's talking to Yuu. He tosses his shirt aside as he's crossing the space. He doesn't wait for Ichigo to react because he thinks if he does, Ichigo will do what he did last night and try to make space. He just grabs him and kisses him, tongue and all. He figures Yuu will either join in or he'll sit there and watch but it's up to him to decide.

Shiro snorts, "You talk a big game. The anticipation's gonna have me hard before we even start." Ironic, Yuu calling him out for being confident when he's also awfully damn confident.

He glances over at Ichigo, "Is that a rhetorical question or d'you want an answer?" Ichigo surely knows him well enough to figure out the answer on his own. Whatever number is pulled out of his ass, Shiro wants more. That's just how he is. If he was easily satisfied, he would have gotten bored a long time ago. Ichigo's right though. It only make sense to use their cooperation to their advantage. "Yeah, I know. I'll host at my place next time." He's only half kidding.

He catches that little freeze Ichigo does at the sight of the knife, and for a second he thinks Ichigo honestly thinks he'd get that violent with him. Shiro might punch Ichigo, might even break a few teeth or a couple of fingers. But he wouldn't take a knife to him. But then he realizes the startlement just comes from Ichigo's love affair with the knife. He rolls his eyes. "I see. You only ever loved me for my knife."

He finishes his glass, barely tasting it, and shrugs. "I guess so." He grunts, attention on the empty glass Ichigo sets down. He grabs the bottle to top them both off. "Yeah. I didn't know what my intentions were though. I wanted to hit you. Still do, kinda. I want to hate you. I want- But-" He shrugs again, thunking the bottle down to lift his refilled cup. "I can't." He says into it, before taking another drink.

Ichigo's drinking like he learned that from Shiro too. What he wouldn't give for something to get himself more fucked up than this bottle of bourbon, though. He left it all at home, though, because he doesn't trust himself and he promised he wouldn't take anything before their meeting. He tries to be amused, but his laugh comes out as a huff of air without much sound. "Is it?" Better than a fight? Sure, the sex will be good. But he'll regret all of this as soon as they're done, he's sure. But even knowing that isn't going to stop him. The last comment does make him smirk though. "Just 'cause you'll know about it doesn't mean it wont happen."