#wanted a new phone wallpaper so i followed the vibes

[annasofthe11thdimension]

Of Changing

[cherrycherrylady2024]

Christmas with the Grimes'

(Dilf! Rick Grimes x reader) Word count: 2,675

Warnings: 18+ for real. NSFW, some angst, fingering, hickeys, grinding, light choking/hair pulling? I need Rick Grimes so bad

Chapter 3: In your dreams

“So then Martian Man defeats the evil robot, except the robot was actually his half-brother the whole time, so he gets really sad at the end of issue #4. Then in #5 he-” Carl was giving you the entire lore behind his new comic book, and you put on your best listening face, while Judith tapped on her phone, having already heard this. Except you weren’t really listening whatsoever. Your mind was in a frenzy of activity. Did he see? Does he know? Who are you kidding, of course he knows. Your face was still red with embarrassment since the incident half an hour ago. If only Carl and Judith weren’t expecting you, you’d have hidden under Rick’s blanket for the rest of the day. Maybe the rest of winter break, but who’s to say?

You wanted to punch him in his stupid handsome face for making you feel like this. Either punch or kiss. Maybe both. That look Rick gave you, you couldn’t get it out of your head. It was nearly a smirk, but more subtle and prideful. Like he knew what he would catch you doing. He knew how you felt. You were petrified to see him again. “...and I haven’t read the new comic yet, but I heard it’s supposed to be pretty good! Do ya wanna borrow it when I'm done?” Carl questioned. You snapped out of your daze. “Oh! Yes, totally. Thanks,” You replied. Judith got up from Carl’s twin bed, where she lounged, “Alright Carl, it’s my turn with y/n. You read your new comic til dinner.” With the word ‘dinner’ you felt your stomach twist unpleasantly, your mind on the verge of implosion. With a whine of “Alriiight,” Carl sat down at his little desk and began poring over the pages. 

Judith led you down the opposite hallway towards her bedroom. As you followed, you passed the only other bedroom in the house. The door was slightly ajar. You heard the floorboards creak underneath him as he padded around the room. Rick was putting away laundry, sloppily folding pants and shirts, and didn’t notice your quick passing. Or at least he didn’t show it. You had lingered back just slightly, but thankfully Judith didn’t notice as you caught right back up with her. “Okay, so I’m right down the hall from you if you need anything. It’ll be weird not sharing a room, right?” she said as she entered her bedroom. “Oh yeah, super weird. What am I going to do without your snoring lulling me to sleep?” you mocked. “You know you love it,” she said, plopping on her bed. Judith's room was adorned with fading pink floral wallpaper, posters, sports trophies, books, and photos. “Anyways this is my room, it clearly hasn't been updated since 2010 but it’s still a vibe,” Judith said. You picked up a photo from her bookshelf. It appeared to be from a high school dance, as Judith wore what could only be considered the ugliest, most ruffled, unflattering dress in the world, and was holding hands with a gawky teenage boy. Both Judith and the boy awkwardly smiled for the photo, turning out more like grimaces with mouths full of braces. “It is totally still a vibe,” you said turning back to her with the picture, containing your laughter. “Fuck off!” she cried, jumping up and snatching the photo from you as you burst out in giggles, “We all make mistakes, it was sophomore year for god's sake,” she said. “I am begging you. Please bring that back to the dorms with us. Please! It can be my Christmas present” you choked out in between laughter, sitting at her desk. Judith gazed at the photo, “I can’t believe I made out with him that night” she said. “Oh god, please no” you responded in horror. “I think our braces got stuck together” she pondered. “PLEASE you’re gonna make me sick” you laughed, covering your ears. Judith snorted and placed it back on the shelf, “Hold on, you’re gonna die when you see this. I think I have it in here,” she said, as she looked hurriedly through her bookshelf. She pulled out a photo album, “Here!” she exclaimed, flipping through the pages. She landed on one and handed it to you, “Talk about bad Prom pictures.”

It was another prom photo, but it appeared to be from the late 80s/early 90s. A tall thin brunette woman grinned widely, almost painfully, at the camera, her dress clearly a hand-me-down from the mid-80s. She held awkwardly at arm's length a man who looked a year or two older. He wore a suit with a ruffle on the collar, which also screamed hand-me-downs. If it weren’t for those eyes, you wouldn't have even recognized Rick Grimes. He looked much less self-assured, maybe even nervous, and probably 10 years younger than the photo you had seen of him in the hallway. “The fucking posing gets me every time, look at my mom's face” Judith laughed. Your stomach started to hurt. “That's your mom?” you questioned. “Yeah,” Judith replied, “The whole photo album’s pictures of her. We made it right after she died as like a commemorative therapy type-thing. Flip through it,” She suggested as she began unzipping her suitcase. You turned the pages slowly. Rick was in many of the photos, but most prominently featured was Mrs. Grimes. You didn’t even know her name. Judiths mom. Ricks wife. The anxious knots in your stomach seemed to tighten more and more. “I’m gonna go lay down.” You stated, hurriedly standing, leaving the photo album on the desk. Judith looked up at you from her suitcase with a hint of concern. “I’m just – tired. I’ll let you unpack,” you added. “Okay,” Judith shrugged. You began to leave, “Oh and I think dinner’s at 7!” she mentioned. Your stomach did flips, but you gritted your teeth, “Okay!”

You shut your bedroom door behind you and climbed into bed, wrapping the covers around yourself. The clock on your nightstand read 5 pm. Your mind was racing. You felt sick with anxiety. Were you a bad person? Are you imagining this all? Every look, or brush of the hands. Were you convincing yourself of something that isn't really there? He's a grown married man. What about Judith? Were you going to ruin the best friendship you’d ever had? Have you already ruined it? Rick knew. He must think you’re a freak. A nuisance. What is wrong with you? What is wrong with you? What is wrong with you? You couldn’t stop the tornado of thoughts in your mind as you drifted off into a fretful slumber.

~~~

You chopped the large bar of dark chocolate into messy chunks, sneaking a few slivers into your mouth now and then. The kitchen around you was endless, spanning into a vague sea of warm glowing nothingness. In fact, there really was no kitchen at all. Just the kitchen island, where you stood, chopping the chocolate bar. Perhaps you were making cookies. Yes, that's what it was: you were chopping the chocolate bar to put into chocolate chunk cookies. You were content, humming to yourself. Maybe this is all you ever did. It was bright and beautiful and heavenly familiar. Two arms snaked their way around your waist, another familiar feeling, Rick's hips to your back as he held you tightly. You breathed deeply at the sensation, lolling your head back to rest on his chest. He stole a tiny piece of chocolate from your cutting board and slipped it into his mouth. You could feel his belt buckle pressing against your skin, leaving an indentation. His heartbeat reverberated through your body as if you were one, the warmth of his chest against your cheek. Wordlessly he dipped his head down, so close you felt his breath against your neck, you could smell the chocolate, his beard slightly scratching you. You dropped your knife and gripped the counter tightly as you felt his lips ever-so-slightly brush against your throat, neck, and ear sequentially. Almost like he was inhaling you. Searching for the right spot. He hesitated, making you wait. His hands gripped you tightly to him. Almost possessive, like you were his. One slowly traveled completely around your waist to the other side, pinning you to him while the other slid down. His palm was stretched wide, his fingertips brushing past where your thigh connects to your hips. The proximity of his hand to where you wanted so badly to be touched was enough to make you let out a little whine. His grip settles on your pelvis bone as he pulls you to him somehow even tighter. You communicated without words, begging him for more. Anything. He slowly lowered his lips to the side of your neck, leaving a feather-light kiss that sent shivers through your body. You pressed your hips back into him impatiently, needing more. He held your hips in place, his grasp verging on slightly painful. But it felt so good. He lightly kissed your neck again, near your jaw. Then, very slowly he moved near your ear, kissing you again. It was like he had all the time in the world to make you unravel.

He trailed down your neck towards your collarbone, his kisses becoming deeper, his lips parting more and more as if to taste you. You craned your head for more access. More, more, more. He groaned against your neck, grinding his hips into yours. His hands began to move over your body, groping and squeezing. One of your hands ran through his hair, pushing his head, his mouth, closer to your skin. The other hand was on top of his, leading his fingers down, down, down. A nearly pornographic sound escaped your lips when he finally cupped his warm hand in between your legs, his fingers applying just the right pressure to your clothed clit. You felt him smile against your throat, before resuming his languid assault on your neck. You moved your hips against his hand as he continued massaging your aching cunt incredibly slowly. “Please Rick” you begged. He was silent, but his fingers sped up incrementally. His other hand squeezed your breast, tracing your hardened nipple through your shirt. He hummed in your ear, clearly enjoying seeing you like this. You rutted your hips into his hand, the pleasure building in your core. Like a rubber band about to snap. He moved his other hand swiftly from your breast to your throat, slowing you down. He gripped it solidly, making you lose your breath. He turned your head to face him as his fingers sped up. You looked up at him, drunk on pleasure, and panting in his face. He smiled down at you, making eye contact that couldn’t be broken even if you tried. You were reaching your climax and he could tell. He stroked your neck, still looking down at you, then ran his fingers past the nape of your neck and through your hair. He gripped a fistful and pulled gently from the roots, forcing you to twist your head and shoulders even more towards him, cocking your head back. He gazed down at you through lidded eyes, studying your face. Your neck was now more exposed to him and he began kissing and sucking marks into your skin, his fingers never stopping, his other hand still pulling your head back. It was all too much for you. You were going to come. “R-rick-” you stuttered. He kissed a trail up your neck, reaching your mouth but keeping his centimeters apart. You breathed in each other's air and you writhed needily, wanting his lips on yours. You were moments away from coming, and let a choked moan escape. He swallowed it down when he finally connected your lips in the most filthy, needy, sloppy kiss. The rubber band snapped and you came hard. Waves of euphoric pleasure racked your body and you moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss even more. You could taste the hint of chocolate on his lips as you rode out your climax on his hand, your hips stuttering. He pulled away suddenly, right after your peak, and you opened your eyes in surprise.

You were met with the walls of your dark bedroom surrounding you, and Rick's blanket between your legs.

One of your hands was beneath your raised shirt, and the other was gripping Rick's blanket with an iron fist. Your legs still shook from your orgasm as you gained your bearings. It was a dream. You swore you could still taste a hint of the phantom chocolate. Even though no one had seen, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed at your… wet dream? Sex dream? Whatever it was. Your subconscious sleeping state had been grinding against Rick Grimes’ blanket as you slept. The dream had felt so real it was unnerving, and you were having difficulty returning to reality. But you also oddly felt better. Maybe it was all out of your system now, and things could just be normal. You were refreshed. Except for the fact that you were extremely thirsty. All that sex dreaming, your brain chimed in. You reached for your phone on the nightstand, but accidentally knocked it off in the dark.

The dark.

Dinner.

What time was it? How long have you been asleep? Sex dreaming, you mentally corrected yourself. You scrabbled for your phone on the ground, flipping it over. The screen lit up, reading 2:12 AM. You had slept through dinner to dream about a fuck-fest with your best friends dad. Woof. While you were still slightly ashamed, you couldn't dispute the fact that it was fucking hot. You kept replaying the dream in your mind. It felt so real. You got out of bed, removed the bundled-up blanket from between your legs, and headed downstairs for some water. The way his lips felt on your neck. His facial hair tickling at your skin. His hands on your body. You knew it was wrong but you wished so badly it was real. Your body clearly did too, as you felt that familiar tingling sensation return in your belly. It made you want to get back in bed and touch yourself until sunrise. Get a grip. You reached the living room and began crossing through to get to the kitchen. 

“Y/n?” came a dark voice from the couch.

You nearly jumped out of your skin, letting out a little gasp in surprise. You could make out a figure in the dark, now sitting up. A sliver of snowy moonlight caught his face and you recognized Rick, holding a half-drunk glass of whiskey. “You missed dinner,” he drawled with a smile, taking a sip of whiskey. You were still frozen in the doorway, unsure if this was even real or not. What was he doing awake? “I- sorry. I don’t know what happened. I didn’t mean to sleep so long…” you say. He waved his hand in dismissal, “It’s fine, I know you girls had a long day,” he said, placing his whiskey on the glass coffee table with a clink. “Plus I’ve never been much of a chef. We ended up gettin’ Chinese food,” he added. Your stomach grumbled hungrily at the mention of food, and you clapped a hand over it in embarrassment. Rick chortled, “I can heat some up for you if ‘ya like. We can’t have you starvin’ to death.” He stood, picked up his glass, and walked towards the kitchen. You trailed behind him, “It’s okay, I can do it. You don’t have to” you pestered. “I want to,” he stated, looking at you briefly as he retrieved a container from the fridge. That shut you up. You sat at the kitchen island, your mind wandering back to your dream. If you weren't definitely, totally, over him, this would be pretty nerve-wracking you thought. Good thing I'm all better now. He opened the box of fried rice and, oddly, got out a pan and put it on the stove. Was he reheating it for you on the actual stove? “I really don’t mind, you can just microwave it. I don’t want you to go to any trouble,” you offer nervously. He dumped the fried rice into the pan with a sizzle, and looked over to you with a smile, 

“I want to, honey. Just let me take care of 'ya.”

...

Sooo, actually you lied. You needed this man more than ever before. Fuck it.

***

notes: tee hee hee, i was giggling and kicking my feet writing this. anyways thx for waiting the past few days I hope this is satisfactory, there's a lot more to come! Literally. PS I've never written a sexy scene before so lmk what u think <3

[maxdurden]

get to know me

i was tagged by the amazing @johaerys-writes, thank you so much!!! 

Share your wallpaper: my phone background is really dope artwork of arthur morgan from red dead redemption 2. the art is sooo pretty and i’m sooo lazy so i haven’t changed it even though i haven’t played the game in months lmao. my desktop wallpaper is just,,, a black screen. which is really messed up, but it glitched out and deleted my old wallpaper (which i don’t even remember rip) and,,, ya know, the aforementioned laziness

The last song you listened to: Morbid Stuff by PUP

Currently Reading:  i just finished the v1 titans run of comics (1999-2003)!!!! i literally can’t recommend it more, it was so fun ough. but i’m currently in that phase after reading something really good where you can’t read anything else because of the misery of finishing a good read. it’s rough. honorable mentions go to the copy of the great gatsby that my coworker has been trying to make me read,,, (i’ve gotten through an entire one (1) page of it, sorry steve), and buy back the secrets, which is an incredible fanfic that everyone who likes timkon should go read immediately or i’ll kneecap your closest friends and relatives <3 (also also also in the family of things by @deadchannelradio which is so incredibly amazing and even tho i finished it a while ago i think it should still count for this because everyone should also read it immediately, the kneecapping threat still withstanding ofc)

Last Movie: Batman: Year One (with @darkravenstag, can you sense a pattern in the media i’ve been consuming jesus christ)

Craving: tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo!!! (i’m broke)

What are you wearing right now: white soft sweatpants, my fluffy housecoat, and a shirt that says “i ❤️my gay cat” which was a birthday gift from @darkravenstag

How tall are you: last time i checked i was 5’4 but god knows if that’s changed by now (i doubt it), apparently that’s 162 ish centimeters 

Piercings: i have piercings in my ear that i got when i was like,,, four years old that are somehow still around god bless them. and i have a septum piercing. i really desperately want an industrial next

Tattoos: only one!!!!!!!!! it’s a neat little ouroboros but by god do i need more desperately

Glasses? Contacts?: nope, got that 20/20 vision, babey

Last drink: water (i honestly rarely drink anything but water)

Last show: i guess probably technically the mandalorian? it’s in the middle of its new season and @darkravenstag and i are watching it when it releases weekly :3

Last thing you ate: ice cream sandwiches,,, 

Favourite colour: i’m really bad at making decisions like this lmao. i don’t know myself well enough to know my own favorite color, if i’m tbhing. but a lot of different shades of blue are nice, and i like burnt orange and mustard yellow type vibes. green is also nice! so who knows

Current obsession: god i wish it weren’t obvious. to all the folks who started following me because of my greek myths stuff (and that includes you jo lmao) uhhhh sorry. greek myths were THE hyperfixation for like,,,, three or four years but dc comics is back in a big way. i simply cannot stop thinking about these little superhero guys,,,,

Unrelated Obsession: right now??? i’m not kidding when i say that dc comics has left me with literally no other computing space in my brain. like i’m at the stage of brain rot where having a conversation about something that isn’t dc related is a little bit hard,,,, it’s abysmal out here guys. but i’ll give a shout out to greek myths,,, when will my interest in the iliad and odyssey return from the war??? my brain basically works in two modes, which are dc comics nerd and pretentious classics obsessive, so eventually the classics hyperfixation will return but i couldn’t tell you when that’ll be 

Any pets: i have two cats!! their names are achilles and briseis and they are the worst little creechers but also god’s greatest gift to humanity (achilles is currently curled up in my lap purring his stupid little head off). they turn six this april!!! 

Do you have a crush on anyone: lol uhhh sure

Favourite fictional character: this is an incredibly mean question actually. you want me to pick a favorite son??? i am holding my hands over jason todd’s ears while whispering dick grayson,,, but also if we’re allowed to include ocs then rn everyone can get fucked because my baby wes is having a renaissance (in my head)

The last place you traveled: lmao the last place i traveled was back to my hometown (a small town in northern indiana) for the county fair this summer. the ice cream at the local ice cream stand is still the best in the country and i’ll die on that hill but yeah i’d kill to travel a bit more soon but probably won’t really travel until my sister’s wedding happens in georgia in october

tagging @darkravenstag @thrustin-timberlake @deadchannelradio @sarcasticbeanie and any other beloved mutuals (or followers!!) who wanna do this! it's fun, have fun!

[the-journey-cleo-tjc]

Once upon a time, there was a person editing pictures. That person was me, the maker of this blog. And from my editing tools on my phone and my crafty mind was born an image, made from a character, from a show about famous dead people's clones in a high school. Born was a girl with legs, a head, and no torso. I am the creator of this child of mine, who is Cleo.

According to Instagram, sixty-five weeks ago, I uploaded my first image of Ms. Cleo Baubo.

Well, it was kind of that image. This was something I made later as a wallpaper for my phone.

Ms. Cleo has become an Icon of Girlbossery, absolute Bauboism, and Girlypop in my edits. She gives just the right kick of cool, awesome, and good vibes!

As of recent, apparently, only two weeks ago, I started uploading a "comic" onto my instagram. It follows Cleo on an epic journey, hence the name. Each part, as of now, is only one image.

I've decided to start uploading here because I feel I don't have much of an audience on instagram, and only some are able to see it.

So here you go: The Journey Cleo. Thank you for being alive.

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Edit as of 5/8/23: I don't like how you can't instantly listen to the music with the pictured like insta, but that's ok. Maybe one day I'll compose my own music for these, or maybe I'll make them into videos or something.

Edit as of 7/5/23: Hey guys! For people new to this blog, this webcomic DOES have an order. Just wanted to say that you should be able to type #tjc with any number of chapter/part addition to it, and it should pop that up if you want to read TJC in order. Kk, ily!

[uwuwriting]

Road trip w/ Kaminari, Shinsou and Bakugou

Request: Shinso, Kami, and Bakugou on a long trip/plane ride with their S/o? Happy holidays bb! - 🥐

I wish I could go on a trip. I need Christmas break to last longer, I’m not ready to go back to school and study for uni, I’m not emotionally capable. I hate it here.💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

warnings: fluff

Kaminari Denki

-You have a mini fight about who gets to drive at first. 

-You don’t trust him because he is dumb and bisexual and he believes that you’ll fall asleep ont he wheel cuz you stayed up until like 2 am the previous day downloading music and making playlists for the journey. 

-He gets to drive the first shift and it goes relatively well.

-You get some extra sleep, he enjoys his time behind the wheel and boom you’re now at a gas station having brunch before hitting the road again.

-Karaoke driving. 

-I think that’s all I have to say about your road trip with this guy. 

-HE will ignore the playlists with the soft songs because he needs to vibe at first. 

-Kills it with the Shakira impressions like you start wondering what would happen if he suddenly decides to follow a music career like Jiro. 

-So many bathroom stops. 

-Does this man have a prostate problem because damn.

-He can’t go for more than an hour without stopping to pee. 

-The one time you ask to stop at a gas station for a bathroom break he suggests just stopping at the side of the road and you could pee there. 

- “I do it so you can too.” 

-Denki honey I don’t have a dick to wip out…...I need essentials. 

-May or may not have taken the wrong exit at some point and you took a thirty minute detour. 

-At least you got some nice photos out of it. 

-Speaking of photos. 

-Your camera roll will be filled with selfies, stupid videos of Kami hyping himself up at a red light. 

-Races with other cars at said red lights. 

-You fear for your life most of the time, grasping the door handle like your life depended on  it because in reality it kinda did. 

-You beg him to take over and drive for a little bit but he brushes you off. 

- “You seem tired baby, let me drive for a bit.” 

- “Nope I’m perfectly fine Y/N. Gonna get us to the hotel so fucking fast.” 

- “Denki no-”

-He calms down after a while, and he lets you put on your soft playlist so you could both just vibe. 

-His hand is resting on your thigh, giving it a few firm squeezes every now and then. 

-He likes drumming the beat of the song on your skin.

-You start random conversations about anything and everything and if you’re being honest you love these types of moments. 

-There are no villains to fight, no danger in the horizon *apart from his driving* and you get to enjoy the tranquility while enjoying the ride.

-Denki starts telling you about adopting a dog and you joke that he would be a horrible dog dad. 

- “Maybe cats are better for you babe.” 

-You are no longer heroes. 

-You are just a couple going on a road trip, away from all your troubles and worries just you and him. 

-You reach the hotel later than you expected though…..it was those damn bathroom breaks!!!

Shinsou Hitoshi

-The trip is spontaneous. 

-You were both chillin in your apartment when he popped the question. 

- “Wanna go on a trip? I’m bored.” 

-You never expected him to pick a place this far away, you weren’t complaining though. 

-Road trips with him are immaculate. 

-He helps you pack your bags in no time, picking your favorite outfits out and placing them in your travel bags along with a bunch of snacks and a fluffy blanket. 

-You hit the road in less than an hour.

-It’s still dark out when you start your trip and Hitoshi insists you take a nap, get your beauty sleep while he drives. 

- “Don’t worry we won’t crash, I hope.”

-You do take a nap eventually but not for long and you wake up just in time to watch the sunrise with your boyfriend. 

-He will pull over and take pictures with the sunrise as your background. 

-He says he needs a new wallpaper on his phone and there’s an empty picture frame at his desk back at work. 

-He needs to fill them somehow. 

-Around noon he brings the fluffy blanket in the front seat, wrapping it around you so you can snuggle and possibly fall asleep again. 

-In reality he wants to take more pictures of  you with drool dripping down your chin for blackmail purposes but you will not yield !!!

-The trip is mainly filled with music and low humming coming from the both of you. 

-Though when a love song that reminds him of you comes on he will lean over and grip your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze, a blush blooming on his cheeks. 

-Makes many stops in spots that look great for photos or having an amazing view. 

-Definitely has prepared a picnic basket and before you know it you are munching down on some sandwiches he made while your feet are dangling over a small cliff you happened to come across. 

-Shares random facts about nature and animals with you. 

-Shinsou strikes me as a guy who watches a lot of documentaries and animal planet shows, so he has obtained random information and now he is explaining the mating cycle of penguins. 

-Would definitely prefer to sleep in the car and not rent a room. 

-He wants to stay outside looking at the stars for as long as possible and then snuggle up with you in the driver's seat, your head against his chest and his hand buried in your hair. 

-If you want to go to a hotel because you feel more comfortable, he won’t complain. 

-As long as he gets to cuddle you anything is fine in his book. 

-He puts on YOUR song while you are looking at the sky and invites you to dance with him. 

-Wraps his arms around your waist and slowly sways you back and forth, following the rhythm of the song as he looks into your eyes. 

-He loves capturing the moment so expect many photos to be taken and a bunch of videos of you two dancing. 

-He has his crackhead moments though so you can expect to be shoved into the water if you’re near a lake or at the beach. 

-He might draw a mustache on you while you sleep but don’t worry you get payback when he is asleep. 

Bakugou Katsuki 

-Whines while you back everything. 

-And when I say whines I mean he grumbles under his breath about this stupid shirt that he can’t seem to fold correctly.

-Anyways once you hit the road he is more relaxed than usual. 

-He keeps this tight, aggressive persona out in public you sometimes forget that this man, this amazing partner is also a pro hero who is known for his rough edges. 

-Sure, his explosive behavior doesn’t disappear when he is with you but he is a lot tamer and calm around you.

-During the car ride he makes small talk with you, sharing random events from his patrols and stupid shit his “squad” have done while out in public. 

-When he comes home every night he is just so tired that many details slip his mind as he recounts his day to you, seeing him right now a genuine smile gracing his lips as his only focus is the road in front of him really warms your heart. 

-He becomes more affectionate. 

-Hand gripping yours while he drives or his palm on your thigh, rubbing your soft skin as he hums along with the music. 

-Even if he needs to switch gears he won’t let go.

-Surprisingly he is the type to put on an audio book after a while. 

-Usually it's after your wedding song is over or soon after that. 

-Your song is like a trigger and suddenly sophisticated Bakugou emerges asking you to pick an audiobook from his collection and put it on. 

-Gets really invested in the story and pauses it every five minutes so you can discuss it. 

- “She could have escaped through the window why the fuck did she let herself get caught?” 

- “No Katsu!!! She needs to make sure the prince is alive!!” 

- “That’s fucking dumb!” 

-Let’s you take candid pictures of him and won’t complain when you coo over how pretty he looks with the sun behind him. 

-Don’t worry he is plotting to fill his gallery of pics of you sleeping. 

-When you actually fall asleep he will turn the radio down and hum softly under his breath. 

-If it starts raining heavily he will pull over and wait for it to calm down a bit. 

-My personal headcanon is that Katsuki has a car with a skylight *if that’s what its called* so he brings the seats down and you lay there admiring the rain falling onto the glass. 

-He likes talking about more serious matters when you are like this. 

-From your future to what pet your future kids could have. 

-If you get cold while waiting for the rain to calm down, he has a blanket on the ready. 

-He places you on his chest and drapes the blanket over you, enjoying your warmth and the filling of your pulse under his fingertips. 

-Might get a little emotional if a slow song is playing. 

-He is just too overwhelmed by his emotions at times like these, when he can hold you and feel the pure love and adoration flow between the two of you like water. 

-I love you’s are exchanged and many kisses. 

-When he starts driving again he is so refreshed, it’s like a completely different person. 

-Gas station stops and bathroom breaks are a nightmare cuz he keeps hyping himself up in order to go into Bakugou public mode. 

-You just want your Katsuki, the cuddly Katsuki. 

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Stockholm Syndrome - Brahms Heelshire

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Request:  Thank you, so I was wondering if I could get one for Brahms. Where the reader (preferably a girl you can do gn, if you like!!) moves from the states to the u.k for a job. And she comes across Brahms home bc she got lost. And she steps inside and spends the night there and he like stalks her from the walls. And the next morning he like knocks her out and takes her hostage after she tries to leave, bc shes his new obsession. Maybe Stockholm syndrome if you’re comfortable with doing that. I’m not sure if you write smut or anything like that.

Warning: light smut Word count: 2639 Notes: okay okay so I redid the ending and added the smut, that’s the last time I try to write when sleep deprived

Brahms wasn't expecting guests that night but then you stumbled upon the manor. Ever since Greta left to who knows where Brahms had no one to look after him so he was left to look after himself. Now that he didn't have to worry about hiding away from any nannies he was free to roam the rooms of the house instead of just observing from the walls. It was nice for him, being able to eat warm meals whenever he pleased without having to worry about them being freezing out while he waited for the nanny to stray far enough from the kitchen that it'd be safe enough for him to leave the walls and steal the food like a rat.

It was getting late and Brahms couldn't sleep, the loneliness was eating him alive and he was starving because apparently 4 PB&J sandwiches weren't enough for him. Brahms hated to admit it but he missed Greta and needed her - no, he needed someone to just care for him and love him the way she could've. The next thing Brahms knew he was out of the walls and making yet another PB&J for himself, rubbing his tired eyes as he screwed the lid back onto the jar of jam.

That's when he heard the front door open and he froze. There was definitely time for Brahms to grab his sandwich to run back to one of the few entries into the walls but worry filled him as he abandoned the meal and found the hole in the parlour where a mirror once hung. Within a few seconds you walked past one of the slits in the wallpaper and Brahms held his breath as a stranger walked into the kitchen.

"Hello? I'm sorry to intrude but I'm lost and-" She stopped as she saw the freshly made sandwich sitting on the counter and spun around and Brahms watched her every move. He watched as this girl cautiously looked around before grabbing the sandwich and taking a bite out of it, Brahms expected himself to be angry. How dare a complete stranger just waltz into his home and eat his food? But for some reason he wasn't mad, in fact, something about the stranger fascinated him. "Whoever made this, this is a surprisingly good PB&J. Is this place haunted?" She muttered the last bit to herself and Brahms quietly chuckled behind his mask as she put away the items Brahms had left out and finished the sandwich before walking upstairs and continuing to talk to herself, blabbering about how she was giving herself 'horror movie' vibes.

She yawned as she reached the top of the stairs and peaked into the bedrooms still quietly calling out just in case somebody actually was home, and nobody was to her knowledge. Brahms followed her through the walls as she found one of the guest bedrooms and yawned again. The stranger dropped the bag she was holding onto the floor and crawled into the bed, tiredly talking to herself. "Alright, Y/N. Just go to sleep then leave as soon as you wake up." 'Y/N' what a beautiful name.

Brahms quietly chanted the name under his breath as he watched her fall onto the bed and snuggle into the small stream of blankets. He didn't have Greta anymore but that didn't matter because now he has you, Y/N.

--

You opened your eyes as the memories from last night came back to you. You'd caught a bus straight from the airport to what you were hoping was a cheap motel but instead you managed to miss your stop and got dropped off in the middle of nowhere. This would've been fine if it wasn't the last bus scheduled for the night and you weren't suffering from the effects of jetlag after leaving the states for a job you didn't even want in the first place, you tried calling a cab but your phone couldn't pick up a signal.

A lot of the night was a haze. Most of it was spent walking in the dark until you found a manor, then you decided that going inside would be a great idea, then you fell asleep in said manor, and now here you are awake in the manor. You grabbed your phone off the stand beside the bed and realised it was dead before taking it and sliding out of the bed. A sudden loud noise came from downstairs and really woke you up.

You'd been so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't realise someone was standing right next to the bed, until you looked over and saw the towering figure of a masked man. You tried to scream but before you knew it you were waking up again with a raging headache and your arms bound behind a wooden column. You tried to scan your surroundings but it was too dark to see anything, now this place was really giving you horror movie vibes and you weren't going to be the final girl after this.

The ropes around your wrists were starting to burn as you continued to struggle against them, biting your lip as the pain got stronger. You let out a frustrated groan and slammed your back into the column. "Hello!" You yelled out. Now you were 100% certain that somebody was home, what if they were watching? "I swear my damn arms are gonna fall off." You felt the ropes loosen as your arms moved a little more freely but you were still stuck.

"Don't." You stopped and looked up. The light flicked on and a familiar figure stood a few feet away from you just staring at your helpless position on the floor. "You'll hurt yourself." He got closer and you continued trying to free yourself from the ropes as he got on his knees and was only inches away from your face, you hadn't realised he was wearing a mask this entire time - of course, this was the first time you were able to get a proper look at his face. You felt the ropes slip and one of your arms was free but the man was too distracted to realise this as you freed your second arm and held the rope in place. He stroked your cheek and tilted his head slightly, his cold touch made you cringe and he pulled back for a second before continuing. You could hear him whispering something under that creepy mask. "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N."

You almost didn't realise you had kicked him until he fell back, your delayed reaction wasn't enough to help you successfully escape as he was onto you the second you had stood up, pulling you back down as you screamed for help even though you knew nobody could hear you. He dragged you over to a small bed in the corner of the room and threw you onto it, you tried to get off but he was on top of you before you could make another move. Through that mask of his you could see his eyes, they looked desperate and hungry for something.

"Are you going to kill me?" His expression softened at those words but he gripped your arms tighter just in case you used this as a chance as to attempt another escape but instead you just watched him, expecting him to either wrap his hands around your neck or maybe stab you but he just watched you.

"Why would I hurt my pretty Y/N?"

You felt your heart stop and your chest ache at the same time. "Who are you?" You tried to wiggle free from his grip but he wasn't letting you go anywhere.

"Brahms."

--

You were supposed to be preparing lunch but you couldn't focus. You don't know how many days or weeks or even months have passed by now but somehow you were still alive. Brahms wasn't shy to show his obvious feelings towards you just hoping that maybe one day you'd return them, maybe you'd stop trying to run away if he showed you how loved you were by him. Brahms hasn't stopped trying to prove to you that you don't need anyone but him, especially considering that he was the only person you were going to be seeing for the rest of your life.

While Brahms wasn't afraid to show you that he loved you, you weren't afraid to show him how much you hated him - although, you weren't exactly sure why you acted that way. Sure, you were pissed that you ended up getting held hostage by a captor who wears a creepy mask the night you arrived in a new country but there was something about him that made you want to stay. In fact, you hadn't attempted another escape in what felt like forever. You didn't want to hate Brahms but there was a part of you forcing yourself to - maybe it was because you didn't want to admit that you had developed feelings for him.

You had no idea if Brahms noticed that your hatred for him was just a façade now. At night he'd cuddle up to you and you wouldn't try to fight him off like you used to, you also stopped ignoring him anytime he came into a room but that didn't mean you were getting friendly with him. Neither of you had gotten to that point in this unlikely 'friendship' where you felt like you could tell this man anything but you did wonder what would happen if you just told him. Sighing, you turned around and bumped into none other than Brahms.

Gasping, you quickly apologised and tried to run off somewhere but he grabbed your upper arm and held you in place. Looking up at him through the eyeholes of at mask you waited for him to tell you that he was hungry but instead he just looked at you. "What is it, Brahms?"

"Come with me." He didn't wait before he dragged you out of the kitchen and eventually you were both outside that loft when Brahms slammed your back into one of the walls. You groaned and cringed in pain before looking at up Brahms.

"What the hell was that-" Brahms threw a hand over your eyes and you froze when you felt hot breath on your neck. "Brahms?" You shook your head, trying to get Brahms to remove his hand from your face but it wouldn't budge as you suddenly felt his lips on your neck leaving light kisses heading up towards your jaw, sucking and biting on the areas. You bit your lip and tried not to react while also focusing on the sensation of his chapped yet soft lips against your skin. You felt your body moving on your own as you tried to get closer to Brahms needing a bit of friction to continue but he denied it and continued his little act before moving away for a brief moment then connecting his lips to yours. Taken aback, you hesitated trying to figure out whether you should kiss him back but before you knew it you'd lost control and your lips were moving in sync with his.

Brahms wanted to feel your body, to explore it, but he couldn't with one hand hiding himself you and the other clutching the mask. He wanted to drop it, shatter that porcelain thing into pieces just so you could see who he truly was without any restrictions. If you reacted badly then glue could fix the mask but nothing could fix what was your relationship.

Just as the two of you were getting into it Brahms broke away and you took that moment to catch your breath before Brahms removed his hand and you could see him readjusting that porcelain mask of his as you turned to run and find your way out of the walls but you stopped when you heard his voice. "Y/N I know you love me." You stopped and heard gentle movements behind you before Brahms appeared in front of you. "You do love me, right?"

You looked up at him with wide eyes at the realisation that he knew that you'd let your guard down ages ago, and you clearly didn't just kiss him for no reason. It was so damn obvious but you still wanted to say no. "Yes." dammit. Brahms looked at you as if he was waiting for you to say something else but you couldn't find the right words. Taking a breath and looking him dead in the eyes you finally spoke. "I. . .I-"

He got closer to you. "Tell me you love me, Y/N." Something within him seemed desperate as he tried to close in the small space between the two of you until your chests were almost connected. "Y/N?"

"I love you Brahms." You don't know exactly what you'd expected in that moment, maybe a hug? Did you expect him to cry? Whatever wholesome reaction you waited for from him never came. Instead, Brahms stuck a hand out for you and you took it without really thinking much of it as he slowly lead you into the loft. Although he was taking his time there was a sense of desperation circling him as he sat down longways on the bed and pulled you onto his lap and held onto you, his hands moving down to your lower back. This whole time his eyes were on you and your eyes were on him. "Brahms?"

"Mhmm?" He hummed, his hands now playing with the bottom of your shirt.

You leaned in close to Brahms' ear and whispered. "If we're going to do this, then I want to at least be able to see who's fucking me." You pulled away and planned to make eye contact with Brahms again but you barely got the chance before he switched the position.

"No." You felt your stomach churn as he said it, his voice had dropped as if he were pissed off but there was still a playful tinge behind it. Brahms wasted no time ripping your shirt off and bringing his masked face down to yours and kissing you through the mask. Suddenly he pulled away and reached over underneath his pillow and you threw your head back and watched as he pulled out a long piece of fabric. "Do you trust me?"

You were hesitant for a few seconds as Brahms messed around with the makeshift blindfold, still waiting for your reply. "Please, Y/N. I promise I'll make you feel good." He whined but you didn't need to be asked twice as you sat up and Brahms covered your eyes with the fabric and tied it off behind your head and pushed you back down onto the bed. You heard a light clank and tried to peak under the fabric to catch a glimpse of Brahms without that creepy mask on but all you saw was his head of dark curly hair as he began planting kisses, making his way down to your core.

Brahms woke up and immediately looked down at the girl in his arms and smiled under his mask and held back the urge to caress her face or move the hair away from her eyes, afraid he'd wake her. Y/N shifted her weight in her sleep and cuddled into Brahms' chest as he continued to hold onto her not daring to move. He wanted to laugh, cry tears of joy, because he really couldn't believe that he finally had the one thing he'd wanted ever since his own parents stopped treating him like their son, he finally had someone who loved him. "You're finally mine, Y/N."  He whispered and nuzzled his face into her hair.

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Qui Totum Vult Toum Perdit (d.s.) - 7

A/N Guilty or generous 

Warnings: This story is centered around a murder so there will be graphic descriptions of blood, death/manslaughter, dealing with corpses, possible domestic abuse (physical/verbal), crime/covering up a crime, shock/grief, and other possibly heavy or triggering topics. Please read at your own discretion.

One thing my parents always taught us while we were growing up was, when traveling, to never stay at the cheapest hotel. By no means should we break the bank to stay at a five-star resort but there was usually nothing good that came out of the cheapest option. I could see what they meant as Jonah and I climbed the metal stairs of the Lincoln Motel, the white paint peeling from the handrails and the steps creaking with each footfall. Once having been on the cover of Forbes, I no longer really needed to follow that guidance that my parents engrained in us since I could afford all the five-star hotels and resorts I so desired to stay at.

I mean, to be brutally fair, dear reader, my parents also taught us not to murder our spouses; so who knew how many lessons of theirs I had ignored in my lifetime.

I triple checked that my car was locked as we reached the top of the flight of stairs and headed down the carpeted outdoor hallway. Anyone who uses carpet outside should honestly not be trusted. This place already left a bad feeling in my stomach. Would saying it gave me murder house Psycho vibes be in poor taste? Possibly? Then please disregard that statement.

Number nineteen was right in the middle of the hallway. The brass number nine was set slightly crooked on the door. I caught myself tilting my head with its direction as if I were trying to stall. I swear if the person on the other side of the door slept with my wife I…I didn’t know what I would do but the thought of it made me sick.

“Are you going to knock?” Jonah tore me from my thoughts.

I swallowed thickly, “Yeah.”

I raised my fist to the orange painted door and rapped a quick knock before taking a little step back. I habitually glanced over the railing to make sure no one was getting too close to my car.

The sound of the door creaking open had me turning back quickly to see who was on the other side. I expected a man and that’s who I was met with, simply the first glance of him making my jaw clench protectively.

He was short. Brown hair. Brown eyes. His patterned button up was undone halfway. Arms and neck littered in random tattoos. I eyed him up for a moment.

“Can I help you?” he asked, an obvious confused edge to his voice.

“Yeah, do you know an Avalon Seavey?” I pushed back at him strongly. I couldn’t help but straighten up around him just to have those few inches above him.

“Avalon? Yeah, I know her enough. Why?” he looked between Jonah and me.

I took off my sunglasses and tucked them in the collar of my shirt to see him better in the shadow of the motel balcony.

“I’m her husband.”

“Daniel.” he breathed with realization, his eyebrows raising as he stared at me.

“Yeah. Daniel. Who are you?” I asked sharply.

Jonah didn’t intervene through my anger, in fact, he looked just as concerned as I felt. I appreciated his willingness to let me have my moment to interrogate this guy.

“I’m Jack. How did you find me here?”

“I found your address in her phone.” I added.

“Oh, what a nice non-toxic relationship you have.” Jack mumbled.

“Excuse me?” I took a quick step towards him but Jonah grabbed my arm and yanked me back.

“I was not sleeping with your wife if that’s what you’re here getting all macho protective douche-bag about.” Jack assured me coolly. “We had nothing more than a professional relationship.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, staring at Jack’s unimpressed flat expression. He didn’t seem to be one to be phased by anything.

“Professional over what?” I pressed.

“Does Avalon know you’re here?” he ignored my question while he peeked around me as if to see her down the hallway or in the parking lot below.

I didn’t flinch as he looked around me. Little did he know that she was in fact right there with us.

“She’s dead.” Jonah answered.

I hadn’t realized I hadn’t replied to him for a few too many seconds but Jonah’s blunt response certainly brought be back to reality. I snapped my head towards him. Since when did we agree we were going to be telling people that?

“Oh.” Jack said flatly. “That sucks. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Yeah…well…I wanted to see who you were…so…” I stumbled out ungracefully, rubbing the back of my neck anxiously with one hand. I dropped it with a sigh to my side again, “We’ll be going.”

“Hang on. Come in for a second.” Jack offered, stepping to the side and pushed the door open wider to let us on. “I gotta show you something.”

Jonah and I glanced at each other briefly before silently deciding to follow him into the motel room. I peeked over my shoulder to my car down in the lot once more before stepping over the threshold.

Jack seemed to sense my hesitation as he closed the door behind us, “I won’t keep you long. A nice car like that won’t last long around here unsupervised.”

I swallowed thickly, watching him walk across the messy motel room to the closet. Jonah and I stood just inside the door and the first thing I noticed was the bright teal wallpaper that even covered the ceiling, so bright and neon it was nearly blinding and it did not match the dark red floral print carpet at all. The bed had red bedsheets and a dark mahogany headboard that was more 1960s mirror panel than wood and beside it sat a single small round table with a fold out chair and a rotary phone on top. The bathroom sink and light oak vanity was outside of the bathroom in the main room which right away was another turn off to this already run-down place. I was no decorator, dear reader, but the sight of this motel room was nearly nauseating. And that’s said by someone who had a dead body stashed in their car trunk.

As Jack shuffled through the bi-fold closet for whatever he was looking for, I took a moment to take in my surroundings for more than just the initial shock of colour and pattern vomit that filled the place. The neon 80s themed picture above the bed was of the New York skyline which was strange since we were in Los Angeles, and the fact that there were two more mahogany framed mirrors along the other walls was unsettling. I tried not to meet my own reflection.

Jack had a suitcase laid out beside the mahogany dresser and it was tossed open and clothes were haphazardly thrown about it but the suitcase wasn’t the only spot for fabrics as every other available surface – including the small table in the corner – housed various piles of fabric scraps and scissors and pins and needles. The worst of it was the few bare mannequins laying under the window adjacent to the door.

“So…” I started slowly, turning back to Jack whose back was still turned to us, “How did you know my wife?”

“My business.” Jack answered. He pulled a jacket on a hanger from the back of the closet and dropped it on the table right on top of all the scraps and pins and mess. He grabbed one of the many pairs of scissors that were scattered around and snipped a few things that I couldn’t see from where we stood.

His dry answers to our questions had Jonah and I more suspicious as the time went past but we waited to give the guy the benefit of the doubt.

Jack finally turned around with a small smile and picked up the hanger to turn and face the black denim jacket towards us, “I’m a bit of a fashion designer I guess you can say and Avalon found my page on Instagram a few months back and she got in touch with me about making you a custom jacket.”

I didn’t know what to say. In all the words I could use, perfect was the only one that came to my mind as I stared at the jacket in his hand. Someone might see it as a mess of things but it was just my taste; chaos enough to pass as designer even. It housed red x’s painted over the right shoulder and a single white stripe down the left side that matched my surname on the bottom right front panel. He made sure to show each of the denim sleeves, cuffed at the bottom in black and red plaid and the left wrist had ‘honey’ printed in small white font – the nickname I always called her. The other sleeve had matching vertical white font spelling out ‘Only the Beginning’ which was the name of Jonah and my very own record company; the company that always caused the most hostility between Avalon and me. Jack finally turned the jacket around to show the back, the shoulder section sewn over with a lace that looked a hell of a lot like Avalon’s wedding dress and I found myself stunned into shocked silence. It was incredible.

I walked into that motel with no hopes of any sort but what I seemed to find amidst those disgusting teal walls was better than I ever could have expected.

I took a step forward to take the jacket from him, grazing the sleeve ever so gently with my fingers as if it were going to break under my touch. Jack passed it over and helped me slide it on to make sure it fit. He brushed his hands over my shoulders and down my back to smooth it out and directed me to one of the many mirrors that were glued to the motel wall.

“That jacket is fresh.” Jonah said.

“It’s…gorgeous.” I agreed softly, turning slightly to see the back in the mirror.

Jack spoke next as he watched me admire his work, “She worked me into the ground for this one. I kept having to restart because she kept saying it wasn’t perfect enough…I lost a fuck ton of materials and money through that…ended up getting evicted from my place because I wasn’t earning money to pay rent which is why I’m living in this shithole now but…she was adamant. Said it had to be perfect for you. We were going to meet up one last time once you two got back from your trip but…” he faded out with a sigh.

I turned to him, “You were evicted?”

“Oh,” Jack shrugged as if it was no big deal and sat down on the end of the bed, “Yeah. She said she couldn’t pay me right away and I assured her it was no big deal but then when money got tight I felt badly to ask for an advance. She was my only client, ya know? She worked me hard enough anyway to pass as my only customer but…with no pay…landlord ended up kicking me out and this was the cheapest place in the whole county. It’s such an absolute fucking dump here that my daughter isn’t allowed to come visit me until I get back on my feet…court said something about unfit living situations or some bullshit. Not like my ex needs anymore reasons to talk shit.”

“Shit…bro…I’m sorry.” I breathed.

“What can ya do?” Jack shrugged, sucking his teeth with a shake of his head. He stood up from the end of the bed, offering a dry, “She’s dead now anyway so…”

I turned to Jonah who gave me a look as if to just get out of there but I looked back in the mirror at the jacket I wore.

Goddammit.

I spoke to Jack through the mirror, “Do you take PayPal?”

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3. The Diner

(y/n) runs - or, well, bikes - to the miyagi prefecture during summer break to escape her stifling family. while she's out in miyagi, she meets a cute boy named oikawa tooru.

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yeah, you loved suga's mom probably more than your own, but without suga there to actually create a bridge between the two of you, your conversations were dull and awkward, and you had left the house as soon as you thought she wouldn't mind.

for a few hours you had gone around the town, taking pictures of whatever seemed pretty to you. you had taken at least 50 by the time afternoon rolled around. that's kind of your thing; photos.

your camera roll was full of gorgeous landscapes-rolling hills and swaying trees, gigantic buildings and fluffy clouds, delicate flowers and creeping vines. it was a shame that you had lost some of your best shots when you had gotten rid of your old phone, but at least now you have a clean slate to fill all over again.

you're just finishing up a mini shoot of some train tracks when it hits you.

the single most delicious smell in the entire world hits your nose, and you almost black out it's so wonderful. it smells like frying oil and ice cream, and you almost cackle in glee because you had brought money for food and you just found the best place to spend it.

following your nose like a bloodhound, you start to walk past all the cute little buildings that had served as background for your railroad pictures. the smell keeps getting stronger, mixing and dividing into similar, more specific scents, like french fries and fried chicken. you feel your artist heart squeal with excitement as you round the corner on the block and find yourself in front of a cute American-themed diner.

the name of the restaurant is written over the door in fluorescent green lights, and there are similar signs hung in the windows of the diner. as the sky gradually darkens, you can tell that this is your photographer paradise. the booths in the diner are bustling with people who you swear are all smiling, and there's a bar where a few loners and couples sip at their extra thick milkshakes, with the overflow cup on the side. you haven't even set foot in the building and you could bet away your life's savings that the floors are checker tiled.

"ah," you don't even realize you've gone into the diner until the bell at the door jingles above your head, and you just gaze at it in dreamy shock. your feet are pulled to a red leather stool at the counter where you sit and swivel around a few times.

"what can i get to get you started?"

you swear you almost die when you see the outfit the waitress is wearing. the entire retro vibe of the restaurant has your artist heart weeping tears of bliss and the uniforms are just icing on the cake.

you order your favourite flavour of milkshake and a side of fries and then glance at your phone to see what you've missed from suga.

you don't really ever understand most of his vague volleyball tweets. from what you can gather, the team is a bunch of hooligan children that suga babysits, with the help of daichi, who you only know through suga's texts.

seeing as you don't even want to know what watermelon and hills have to do with volleyball camp, your thoughts drift to your other best friend, aki. you had blocked her with your new twitter account so there would be no chance of her stumbling across it, but you couldn't help but feel a wave of guilt as you look at her account. she's probably the closest thing you have to a sister, which is why you had to leave her behind, too.

sisters are lovely but they're also snitches.

you put your phone face down as the waitress from earlier reappears, setting down a plastic basket full of fries and a milkshake, as well as a large metal cup filled with refill milkshake. ah, the glory of retro american diners. you're about to dig in when the bell rings and you hear laughter from someone your age.

the idea that it could be someone that recognizes you jumps into your head and you spin around in your swivel stool so quickly that you almost launch yourself off of it. in your commotion your eyes lock onto the warmest brown eyes you’ve seen in your entire life and you swear time slows.

they belong to a cute brunette, who has come to the diner with a group of friends. he is quick to look away, playing it off like he had been glancing around the restaurant. he waves to the waitress, who smiles bashfully, and follows his friends to a booth table that you know by the way they are drawn to it is undeniable their booth.

the boy with the warm eyes does another sweep over the diner as his group settles down, and as the chocolate irises linger on you, you realize that you’ve been staring at him the whole time.

flustered and feeling heat rise to your face, you jerk yourself back around in the seat so you’re facing your meal and take a long sip of your milkshake. ignoring the sting in your skull from the sudden cold, you flip your phone around and quickly open your texts. 

taking a deep breath and steeling yourself for the embarrassment you’re about to undergo willingly, you turn around in your swivel stool.

much to your bewilderment, the boy is already staring at you.

he waves at you and you freeze for a moment, taking in his dark hair and his huge, intelligent brown eyes that are gazing right back into yours, and then you offer him a small smile and meek wave of your own hand. the lazy smile that had stretched across his face brightens in return.

instead of earlier when he had entered the diner, now the boy seems content to keep eye contact with you, and, with each quickened beat of your heart, you feel yourself becoming more and more comfortable with his gaze in yours. 

you almost start to daydream when one of his buddies elbows him, clearly jiving him by the way the other boys are laughing. he turns his attention to them exclaiming something you don’t hear that makes the booth burst out into raucous teenage guffaws.

coming to your senses, you’re certain your face must match the shade of red on the ketchup bottle that you clumsily dump on your fries. you shoot suga a few more texts, stuffing a handful of fries in your mouth to keep yourself from squealing.

the mere idea that this beautiful and pretty boy might even consider to be interested in you has your heart melting in purpley yellow puddles of pure simp essence and your brain turning into honey. you find yourself slurping down the rest of your milkshake in an attempt to beat back the steady blush that burns on the apples of your cheeks and the tips of your ears.

sadly, whenever you turn to look back at the booth the boys are eating in, he never has his attention turned on you. you know there’s a chance that you’re just not catching him at the right moments, but as his laughter continues fills the space throughout the evening, your certainty that your shared gaze was a one time occurrence grows. 

eventually, disheartened and a tad embarrassed, you give up on trying to catch the boy’s attention again. you pay for your meal before going to the washroom.

when you return, the group had left. disappointed in yourself, you’re trudging over to the door when you notice a turquoise and white jacket laying in the seat of the booth.

“excuse me, but the group that was sitting here earlier just left, right?” you call out to the waitress that had served both you and the group.

“huh?” the waitress looks up from the table she’s wiping down. “oh, yeah. they’re gone. did matsukawa leave his jacket again?”

“yeah, i guess,” you shrug. an idea pops into your romance driven brain, and for once you don’t wave it away immediately. “if you don’t mind, i could run it out to him. i’m leaving anyways.”

“that’d be a big help, sweetie, thank you!” the waitress graciously accepts your offer and then turns back to the table she’s cleaning.

you’re exiting the diner with a ring of the bell overhead, turquoise and white track jacket in hand with the words ‘aoba johsai’ printed on the back, when you stumble into a wall of warm fabric.

“woah there!” the voice you’ve been tuned to for the past hour replies, and the cute boy’s grabbing your shoulders gently to steady you. you gaze up into the calf’s eyes that you had been so fixated earlier, and they focus back on you for a brief moment, before trailing to the jacket in your arms. “oh, look! you’ve got mattsun’s jacket.”

“oh, yeah, here,” you hand the boy the jacket, only now realizing how much he towers over you in such close proximity. despite how that thought makes your heart race, you jump at the chance to get to know the boy a bit more. “so you’re not matsukawa, then?”

he laughs, not unpolitely, throwing his head back the slightest bit. “no, i’m oikawa tooru.” he fixes you with a sunny smile, like you’ve surprised him in the best way possible, and it’s like you’ve never realized how gorgeous a smile could be.

“(l/n), (y/n),” you grin back. “so oikawa-san, what’re doing here coming back for a jacket that’s not even yours?” on the inside, you’re practically screaming; when did you become so bold?

“well,” his grin turns sheepish. “i meant to ask you for your number earlier but iwa-chan kept breaking my train of thought, so i figured i could try again now.”

“oh, thank god you’re asking,” you let a sigh of relief as you pull out your phone. “i wanted to ask you earlier, too, but i chickened out.”

the two of you exchange phones and enter your numbers in a new contact, while oikawa makes a little joke about your default wallpaper, which you laugh a little too hard at.

“let’s go out sometime this week!” oikawa says as his words of parting, and you hum in agreement, waving goodbye.

once you’re far away enough from oikawa, you check your phone as if making sure the contact is real. you giggle once you realize what he’s put as his name. maybe this summer won't be so bad after all.

[kkookies]

02 | babble

⤷ minghao had become your best friend, but found himself in love instead

pairing / xu minghao “the8″ x reader

fluff / angst / smut

warnings: strong language, as always, and that’s pretty much it for this one

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Minghao’s first instinct was to distance himself from you. He wanted to place a wall between the both of you so he could figure out what the hell these feelings were. 

“Being apart only makes the heart yearn.” Mingyu told him one day. He didn’t know what he was talking about.

You had managed to become one of his best friends in a couple of days. The two of you were basically attached at the hip; and even then, most days you ended up sleeping alongside him in his bed because “he’s always so warm”. Minghao didn’t mind.

He did mind how he could feel his heart beat faster whenever you touched him, however. He minded how whenever your eyes met his, he could only see you. He minded how incredibly infatuated he was with you.

But you were his friend. Only a friend.

Not only that, but Hansol’s best friend.

Minghao would not allow himself to.. catch feelings for you. He had only known you for a couple of weeks or so, barely even a month. There was absolutely no way he would allow himself to fall into this crush deeper.

So he distanced himself. For weeks he disappeared, basically ghosting you. Whenever you would come into a room, he would find a reason to leave. He spent most of the time distracting himself with practicing or with Junhui or finding a new hobby like painting and drawing.

That was until spring arrived.

The group was on a short break, they were allowed a week to themselves for rest and heal in between promotions. At the same time, flowers started to bloom and the sun stayed out longer. With pollen in the air, Minghao found himself craving you.

You had noticed his absence, of course. But Hansol was the one to tell you that Minghao was naturally more introverted and not to worry too much. It wasn’t something to stress over, you decided; even though you missed the man you had become close to.

That’s why you were surprised when Minghao had asked you to hang out for the day one morning.

He found you in the kitchen, putting a cup in the sink. Most of the members had already found something to do for the day and were either gone or preparing to leave. It was a good day, sun already beaming in the early morning.

“Are you doing anything today?” he asked, nearly startling you at his abrupt entrance. 

You turned to him, a hint of a smile on your face. “Luckily for you, dear Hao, I happen to be completely free. What are we doing today?”

He almost broke out in a complete smile when he realized you said “we”.

“There’s a.. uh.. new museum that just opened up in the city and I wanted to check it out and I asked both Hansol and Wonwoo to come with me but they both said that they were busy and then I asked Mingyu but he said he was going out with the 97 liners, and I didn’t want to get ramen today so I decided not to go, and I’m glad I ran into you because I miss hanging out with you sorry about not talking to you a lot but...”

“Hao, you’re babbling.” you giggled. He paused, embarrassment blushing his cheeks. “A museum sounds amazing. Let me get ready and we can head out in like 20?”

He nodded, still kind of embarrassed. He always ended up rambling, babbling on and on, when he’s nervous or anxious. Why was he so nervous around you?

You pat his arm on your way to Hansol’s room to get ready.

--

The museum was beautiful. It wasn’t a huge building, just four floors high and each floor correlating with a different form of art. Completely free as well.

Most of the time, the two of you stood together in silence. The art museum was quiet, not many people there other than workers who stood around to make sure the rules are being followed. You wondered how he found a place like this.

You looked over to see Minghao staring adoringly at one painting, his eyes bright as they scanned the piece. You smiled.

“Do you want me to take some pictures of you in front of it?” you offered, catching him off guard.

“Yes, please.” he handed you the camera that hung around his neck.

He quickly showed you how to properly use the camera (which you already knew how to do, but let him explain anyway) before going to pose. You took a couple, and then took some of him in front of another that was next to it. He definitely had a very aesthetic vibe to him, and it felt good to be a part of it.

Once you thought you took enough good ones he could choose from, you jokingly took a selfie with it. You stood a couple of feet away, holding the camera up in hopes it got both of you, and snapped it. Both of you were laughing in it, the piece barely visible behind your head. You took a couple, knowing a majority of them would be blurry as you shook with laughter.

Minghao laughed, taking the camera back before you used the rest of his film.

An older woman came to you two, interrupting the laughter as you asked Minghao if you could see the pictures. Her eyes wrinkled in a smile as she asked, “Would you like me to take a picture of both of you together?”

She was so sweet, he couldn’t say no.

You posted next to the painting that caught his attention at first. The woman took a couple, and handed the camera back to Minghao. You thanked her, smiling at the cute old woman.

“I love seeing young couples enjoy art. You don’t really see that much these days.” she had explained as she said goodbye.

He didn’t correct her.

--

The city streets were far different than the nearly empty museum, full of life and a harmony of voices.

His mind wandered as you walked beside him. Was he standing too close? Was it okay that he had just brushed his shoulder against yours? Were you starting to get too hot? Too cold? Were you hungry?

Get your shit together, he told himself.

As you walked towards the dorms, he found himself joking around with you and just talking casually. It felt good to be back to normal with you.

“Hao, can I tell you something?” you asked as you turned the corner.

“Of course.”

You stopped suddenly, causing him to stop too. He looked down at you, his nervousness and anxiety skyrocketing.

“I just want to tell you that I am here for you.” you said sincerely, looking into his eyes and beaming into his soul. “I might not be staying for much longer, but even if I’m not staying with you guys, I’m here for you. Hansol told me not to worry because you’re naturally on the shy side, but I needed you to know that I consider us friends and it sucks when a friend just stops talking to each other.”

He freezed. Of course you had noticed his recent distance, it was just as the two of you had started to become closer.

“I just needed you to know that.” You grabbed his hands, and he thought that he was going to crumble onto the ground “We are friends, right?”

“We’re friends.” Minghao echoed, an out of body experience. “And I know you’re here for me, I do.”

“Good. Now lets get back because I promised Soonyoung a movie and I didn’t really understand what he said with his fast Korean, but I’m pretty sure he said he would kill me if I didn’t come back before dark.”

Minghao let out a laugh, and started to walk again. Your hands fell out of his, but he still felt the warmth. 

--

Once the day was over, Minghao was in his room looking through the pictures of the museum. The pictures of him that you took were excellent, and he would definitely post most of them on twitter later. 

He let out a small chuckle at the selfies, blurry and both of your heads at the very bottom of the frame. Cute.

And then he came across a picture. It was one the woman took. Neither of you were ready for it, trying to figure out what pose to do. His arm was hovering around your waist, and your arm was behind his back; he was looking down at you, in full discussion, and you were smiling and looking back up at him. Oh.

Oh.

--

It was quickly turned into his phone wallpaper.

[06isa22]

Random Todoroki Headcanons

I have so many headcanons of this boy, and he gets a lot a love As he should So Here’s my take on the icy hot boy.

He 100% has done things just to piss off his dad (What’s that? His dad hates this band? Shoto has now bought tickets for all of his friends)

He doesn’t watch much TV, if he does it’s because it’s on in the common room

Another Class 1-A big brother but more calm (Jiro's sad? Does she want Endeavors credit card to go buy some new records?)

Never makes hot tea or anything that requires boiling water/a Kettle

He likes cold soba because he chews mostly on his left side and it’d be too hot if it was already warm

Doesn’t know sarcasm but once he does, he doesn’t stop

Once you get to know him you’ll find looking into his eyes gives away any emotion he is feeling unless he’s around his father

Didn’t have twitter for awhile but Class 1-A set him up, very mundane until he learned about sub tweeting

Academically smart not street smart

Doesn’t know how to cook but if someone teaches him he’ll be decent at it

When he hears about conspiracy theories he deep dives

Around 3rd year is when he starts a YouTube solely focusing on his conspiracy theories and he uploads regularly unless hero work gets in the way

Has a big following and his YouTube and people watch his content

Even if he has a lot of hero work he will take a break every so often for YouTube His true passion is Hero work but YouTube is fun

His wallpaper is a picture of the Dekusquad that was put there by there Uraraka (she got a little confused on how his phone worked for a hot second)

I can see him buy Uraraka a new phone or something (someone else would pay for her data and things like that)

For Aizawas birthday he got him a new sleeping bag

Doesn’t understand Shipping or anything like that (the class ships him with a few people)

When he has nightmares his room temperature drops and his fire side gets awoken

Someone lyric pranked him with the Katy Perry song Hot N Cold, Everyone has dubbed it his theme song

His nails have been painted as a joke but he didn’t get upset, he vibed with it

 Somehow a great judge of character if he actually tried

Doesn’t usually get sick unless he overworks himself

Sleepy Todoroki is an interesting adventure (another time another story)

He only has Twitter and YouTube that’s it

Doesn’t usually text people first, unless he’s worried or needs something

doesn’t know simple childhood things or childish games (People are helping him with that)

[mostly-marvel-musings]

A Mere Mortal - Chapter Four

A/N: This story is based on the prompt : Vampires cannot enter a house without your permission, but what if your landlord’s a vampire? It’s his house, he’s just letting you live there. Part of the Landlord Vampire Fic Frenzy hosted by the amazing @just-the-hiddles​ . Feedback’s appreciated as always! :))

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Vampire! Bucky Barnes x Vampire! Loki x Human! Reader

Word count: 2298

Warnings: 18+ stuff. Kissing and make out scenes. Foul language.

Tags: @buckybarnesplumwhore​ @ladyacrasia​ @tcc-gizmachine​ @alexakeyloveloki​

Taglists open! Send me an ask if you wish to be tagged in future chapters.

...

It had been a while since you woke up before the alarm went off. Given the fact that you were up late writing and editing some initial drafts, this morning you felt surprisingly fresh.

Might as well go for a run.

Pulling out your trainers, a blue fleece jacket and a beanie that you found in your luggage you stepped out.

The weather was nippy, perfect for a jog through the little forest trail. Plugging your headphones you put on a ‘workout mix’ and started a slow jog following a narrow path that winded through the woods.

When the cabin came into view you leaned against a tree to catch your breath. Huffing, you pulled the earplugs out and looked around.

Faint whimpering sounds reached your ears from behind another tree to your right. You stepped around and a scared looking pup, not older than three weeks came into view. He was visibly shivering in the cold and you couldn’t help but pick him up.

“Where’s your mama little one?” you murmured looking around for any signs of an adult dog, but found none. “You hungry?” already walking inside with him tucked in your arms.  

Thankfully you had leftover steamed veggies in your fridge from last night which would have to suffice for now.

You mashed the carrots and broccoli and offered it to the puppy along with some water which he accepted with grateful wags of his tiny tail.

Letting him out in the harsh weather would be cruel, might as well find a box and some sheets to keep him warm.

The aroma of freshly made coffee still lingered in the air, after you took a quick shower and breakfast when your phone rang. It was a Face Time video from Sam.

“Sammie! How are you?”

“You seem awfully chipper (Y/N). I’m good. How’re things in creepy town?”

You rolled your eyes but laughed, you had missed him.

“For one stop calling it creepy town. Second, things couldn’t be better. I went for a run in the woods earlier today and came home with a puppy!”

“You did what?”

“Yeah well he looked so fragile and cold, I couldn’t leave him out there. Plus look how cute he is!” You said flipping the camera around so that Sam could see the pup who was now curled up into a ball on the rug, sleeping peacefully.

“Cute. Hey did you meet your landlord Mr. Bones was it?”

“It’s Barnes Sam, yes we met. Bucky is such a nice guy. Ah. A perfect gentleman. Like you wouldn’t believe.” you gushed excitedly. You recalled the meeting and he listened patiently, sneaking in a few teasing remarks in between. 

“I smell a crush (Y/N/N)”

“Oh stop, I’ve only met him twice, we had drinks the other day. Nothing happened” you spoke with a tad bit of disappointment. Something almost happened.

“So what? You can make a move. Guys dig that.” Sam insisted.

“I moved here to write my novel Sam. I can’t just randomly hook up with my landlord.”

You can do both, pun intended. Your horny alter ego spoke up.

You cut the call after filling him in on most of the details. You didn’t mention that weird sex dream with Loki, in fact didn’t mention the man at all. You hadn’t figured what to make of it, it was completely out of the blue.

Something you didn’t want to dwell on too much.

...

Mid-morning was spent trying get the pup to not pee next to the kitchen cabinet and to find a name for the little guy.

After a few tries he wagged his tiny tail when you said Bear, quite fitting, he was brown and shaggy.

You had lunch at the grill, when Bear had finally slept in his box and you were sure he wouldn’t get too lonely in your absence. You purchased kibbles, a leash and a few other things from Fred’s on your way home.

…

Bucky’s POV

I’ve been staring at this page for the longest time, reading the same sentence over and over again.

I managed to get my hands on (Y/N)’s latest book online and got it shipped here. An anthology of short stories, the title was enough to intrigue me, Mere Mortals.

She had a flair for writing thrillers, no wonder this was a best-seller.

This particular story caught my attention about a vampire falling madly in love with a human. A beautifully written tragedy with a line that struck me the most,

“Loving the monsters never ends well for the human.”

The book made me wonder how she might react if she finds out who I really am. Would she run away or be brave enough like one of her characters and stick around. Probably best to leave that topic for later.

Your book is fantastic (Y/N). You weren’t kidding when you said you love the supernatural. :P

How’s the new one coming along?

I didn’t want to seem too pushy but I couldn’t help myself. Something about her made it hard for me to stay away.

You read my book! I’m glad you found my obsession amusing. As far as the new one goes, I’ve been at it for days with very little progress. Starting to freak out. :(

The promptness of her reply made me smile. I quickly texted back and invited her over for dinner later today.

With that I walked inside to get a refill of my dinner for the night from the fridge.

…

Bear sat looking up at you with his head tilted to one side, as you explained you’d be leaving him alone for a few hours to go meet Bucky.

“And please don’t destroy the house, we’re here on lease. I’ll be back soon.” You placed a kiss on his nose and stood up to leave.

The walk to Bucky’s house was spent adjusting your hair every few minutes and making sure your breath was minty fresh. As trees cleared a huge cottage came into view which you could only guess was his ancestral home.

It looked surprisingly modern though with a few overgrown weeds around and English ivy covering most of the exterior walls. Stopping outside the front door, you checked your appearance one last time on your phone camera and knocked.

“Come on in, it’s open.” Bucky’s voice came through from a distance. You pushed the door open and stepped in the dimly lit house.

The wallpaper covered foyer reminded you of an old museum. Reaching the living room, you looked around to find most of the tables topped with antiques and artifacts. Old paintings that definitely belonged to the 18th century decorated the walls. All in all, the house looked like it belonged to someone who was stinking rich.

“Sorry for not opening the door, I almost lit my kitchen on fire.”

You turned around to see Bucky dressed in a button down tucked neatly in dark denims and the sleeves folded up to the elbow, hair in disarray but still freaking gorgeous walk in the living room. You looked around the room and said, “I didn’t know you lived in a museum.”

“Oh it’s our family home, almost been the same since my great grandfather built it. I’ll give you a tour later.”

“You’re rich.”

“No my parents were rich.” He chuckled.

“That is a typical rich person reply right there.” You shot back as you followed him into the kitchen.

The kitchen was bigger than your first apartment, very rustic looking with modern appliances to add contrast. The smell of Bolognese wafting through the closed pot on the stove made your stomach grumble.

“Hope you like Italian.” He gave you a smile and opened the lid to show off his work proudly.

“Is there anyone who doesn’t? It’s my favorite.” You walked closer and inhaled deeply before sighing rather dramatically.

“Come on. Let’s eat.”

You ate at the breakfast bar, though there was a dining room. Of course it was a twelve seat formal one complete with a fancy chandelier and everything.

“Are you like a prince or something hiding your true identity from me?” you asked eyeing him with mock suspicion.

He laughed, “I could be a mafia for all you know.” You got the latter part right, (Y/N)

“Nah don’t get that vibe from you.”

“Well my family owned a few properties around here including the cabin you’re living in, and the library, and now I look after it. My great grandfather was a part of the town council and everything, it’s boring.”

“Interesting would be the word I would use. Though a tiny part of me was hoping you’d say mafia and prove me wrong.”

You kept the conversation going through rest of the dinner and he seemed eager to know about your past as well. After a tour of the house, he offered you a nightcap as you settled on a plush couch in the living area. Comfortable silence that fell between you was broken as you heard soft music coming from an antique looking vinyl player.

“Care to dance?”

You couldn’t help but giggle as you took his outstretched hand and stood from your spot.

“See this is the kinda stuff that happens either in romantic movies or the beginnings of a serial killer movie.” You slid your arms around his neck as both of you gently swayed to the music.

The things you were feeling at that moment definitely were something you had only read about in those classic romantic novels you used to love so much in your growing years.

“Let’s just say it’s the former for now okay?” Bucky kept his arms around your waist and looked at your lips. You wasted no time in replying as you pulled him in for a kiss.

Lips brushed against each other softly at first, delicate like butterfly wings, he could feel the warmth of your skin and taste the wine you’d had earlier. 

Soon you lost yourself in the moment as instincts took over and your fingers weaved through his hair. One hand moved to the back of your head and the other stayed on your back as he pulled you even closer and the innocent kiss turned fervent.

The need to pull away for air became necessary as you broke the kiss and pressed your foreheads together, grinning ear to ear.

“The cooking, the wine and dance. You’re very old school in your ways Mr. Barnes.”

“I sure love it when you call me that doll.” 

With that he pressed his lips to yours once more and ravaged your mouth. Backing you up against a wall, his hands dropped down to your hips and he pressed himself closer to you, making his hard-on evident. A moan escaped you as he moved his mouth from your lips down to your neck where he found your sweet spot with ease.

All he could think about was the feel of your flushed skin, your heady scent and the smell of blood flowing through your carotid. He pressed his nose at the spot where your shoulder and neck met and inhaled deeply. This made your eyes flutter open.

“What’re you doing?” your voice came out weak as you tugged on his hair lightly, not understanding his actions but not really wanting him to move away.

“Stopping myself from going too far. I find you irresistible (Y/N).” he said slowly kissing his way back to your lips, eyes still closed.

“And you intrigue me. You’ll definitely end up as my protagonist if I ever write a romance novel.” you decided to lighten the sexually charged atmosphere with your dull sense of humor. You weren’t one of those who’d sleep with someone on their first date. Deciding it was time to leave you gently nudged him and he stepped away to give you space.

He walked you back to your home as always and stopped at the porch steps.

“Probably wise to not invite you in just now, Bear must’ve pooped in several places.”

“Bear?”

“Shit! I forgot to ask. I found a puppy this morning and decided to take him in. I hope its okay with you.” You silently prayed he wasn’t one of those ‘no pets allowed’ guy, considering his own house was so prim and proper, there wasn’t a stray fly around.  

“Who doesn’t like dogs?”

Vampires. Vampires don’t gel well with dogs.

But he couldn’t say no to you. You were probably safer with one in the house.

You stood on your tippy toes to give him a goodbye kiss which lasted a few seconds that had you reconsider going in alone.

…

Loki peered through from the shadows as you kissed Bucky outside your cabin. Fists clenched, eyes seeing red he stormed away through the woods searching for an outlet, a prey.

Rage turned into blood thirst, he spotted the lady who worked at the grill walking through the empty town square. Perfect.

Her wrist watch read 12:30, as Jenny made her way home after her shift ended at the grill. The area was deserted, illuminated only by the street lamps. She heard twigs snapping behind her and turned to locate the source of the noise.

There was no one.

Slightly alarmed, she turned back to see a tall dark figure standing right in front of her. Her initial shock wore off as she recognized the man. It was Loki.

“Mr. Laufeyson! You scared me.”

Loki stalked closer with eyes dark and an unreadable look on his face.

“Don’t mind me, I’m just out for a bite.”

He grabbed Jenny before she could run and sunk his fangs in her neck.

Her piercing scream echoed into the night, soon coming to a stop like her pulse.

…

[sortavibing]

Hiiii!! I was wondering if I could have a matchup with a little head cannon about our relationship type of thing? Any team is fine! I’m a female and use she/her pronouns,5’7, brown hair, brown/green eyes and I’m a Virgo. I’m pretty intelligent and my favourite subjects at school are English, Drama, History, Psychology and Geography. I have some mental health issues (anxiety/depression) and am also pretty sensitive to what people say so I’m not the biggest fan of teasing, I don’t mind it if you are very close to me though. I’m more on the introverted side, but if you are close to me I will talk about anything I’m passionate about. I’m the mum friend of the group and am also the resident therapist of my friend group as I’m a good listener, I’m always taking care of others and helping them with their problems. I really like volleyball and actually played it when I was younger so I wouldn’t mind going to his games if he wanted me there. I’m pretty loyal and if I find out someone is talking bad about someone I love deeply, it’s on site. I like music, fashion, makeup, dancing, writing, reading and any other forms of art. My favourite animals are dogs, followed closely by penguins, cone snails and elephants. Thank you!!

hello! thank you for requesting! ack omg you seem so sweet! i didn’t know what a cone snail was, so i searched it up, and they are kinda weird but cute at the same time- anyways, here’s your matchup!

generating matchup...

matchup: complete

i match you up with asahi!

you guys often have study dates together, and since both of you are pretty smart, you guys actually get a lot done. while you and asahi are studying, soft music plays in the background, and halfway through you guys go to get some snacks. once you have finished studying, you and asahi just vibe and talk with each other about whatever comes to mind at the moment.

(timeskip spoiler) asahi becomes a fashion designer in timeskip, so he likes fashion as well, so you guys often talk about it, sketch and trade designs, and attempt to make them in real life. you guys have actually made some pretty cute stuff, and he keeps all of the sketches in his room because he thinks everything you make is beautiful.

if you ever go to his volleyball games, he will get super happy that you wanted to come, and he will definitely have more confidence while playing. after the game, he will be thanking you for coming so many times, and will have his arm wrapped around your shoulder for the rest of the day.

you guys will definatley have aesthetic cafe dates, where you guys just spend the whole day in the back of a small coffee shop, reading, ranting about the latest shit that’s going on, writing cute notes in the margins of each others books, and just relaxing with each other. asahi has memorized your coffee and snack order, so he will always get it ready for you so once you come in, you have your favorite things there immediately.

asahi loves to write little letters to you, along with small gifts like a bar of homemade chocolate or a pressed flower, and he hides them in places you usually look, and once you find one, he loves to see your reaction to reading it, or at least hear about your surprise when you found it. you started writing letters for him too, and you guys have a sort of in-person pen pal thing going on and it’s super cute.

you guys both love to listen to each other, so you often get into long conversations about anything and everything, whether it is something serious, or something more whimsical, asahi will always listen, and put in his opinion when needed. because of this, you guys have many inside jokes and will always mention them in everyday conversation, even though no one understands them.

you and asahi have a playlist that you made together, and it’s literally perfect- like you guys put so much time into making every song flow together, and it’s such a vibe, and both of you listen to it whenever you are missing each other. as a joke once, he added a really loud screamy song, and when you heard it, you got so surprised, and he lowkey thought your reaction was so funny.

he didn’t know what a cone snail was the first time you talked about it, but once he saw it, he thought it was so cute and interesting at the same time, and it immediately became his new favorite animal. you guys also go to pet shops from time to time just to look at and pet the dogs, and it always ends in you guys laughing while taking so many pictures of each other holding the puppies. (one of those pictures is his phone wallpaper, though he will never tell you that).

one of your cutest dates was a painting date, where you guys went to a scenic spot in your town, set out some easels and some snacks, and for the rest of the day you guys tried to paint the scenery. asahi thought his didn’t turn out very good, but you assured him that it was fine. you guys traded paintings, and you both have them hanging up in each other’s room.

overall, you guys are pretty wholesome, always there to lend a helping hand, listen to each other’s latest annoyance, and just back each other up in whatever you guys are doing. he will never do anything that he thinks will hurt you, and he just wants to be the best boyfriend he can be for you, because you deserve it.

i hope you enjoyed!

[euphorianyx]

Status : Complicated ~8~

Pairing: Dori Sakurada & MC Genre: Smut / Romance Summary: Me and Dori Sakurada were somehow involved. He was not my boyfriend. He never desired to be anything at all. I knew I meant nothing but just some of his time. It was like a storm taking over and there was no way making it to the end without traces. Though, I did not mind the situation at all. At least I thought so...

“Yes... I did.”

Dori had his wide eyes on me as he let my wrist go. He was about to say something but after hesitating for a second nothing left his mouth.Sitting on the chair across us, my mom lost nothing from her cool attitude.

“You have always been a curious little cat.”

I arched an eyebrow at her.

“Then enlighten me mom. What were you doing at a club with hosts?”

Expecting me to question that she let out a small smile.

“I was just having some harmless fun sweetie.”

I shook my head in disbelief, leaving my seat.

“You told dad you were with me didn’t you? How long have you been here?”

The smile finally was erased from her lips as she spoke with a deeper voice.

“Four days...”

I let out a crazy chuckle.

“God knows what you were doing with who...”

I pointed my finger at Dori while my voice unwillingly raised.

“You even got your eyes on MY Boyfriend...”

Dori walked towards me slowly. His big warm hands wrapped mine to pull me towards him. His deep voice whispered.

“Shh... Baby...Just look at me...”

Our eyes stayed locked for a good minute until I broke the silence lingering in the air.

“Tell me the truth Dori...”

Dori’s eyes never left mine when his deep voice filled my ears.

“I was helping my agency so nothing happened.”

I knew he was telling the truth so I sank into his arms. When Dori wrapped me I knew it was where I belong. When my mom let out a long sigh I arched my eyebrows questioningly. She left her seat then walked towards us slowly while her eyes were still locked on Dori.

“Pity... Next time I was going to ask for you...”

I furrowed my eyebrows at my mom before I pulled away from Dori. Much to my surprise she hugged me with a sweet smile.

“Don’t get her upset.”

Was what she said to Dori before she pulled away. A few seconds ago I was ready to drag her out of my flat but now things took a different turn. With no clue of what I could do I simply nod. Though the situation was still awkward so my mom cleared her throat.

“Well... I guess I will just get going.”

The idea of being alone with Dori was tempting so it was a relief she suggested that. I gave her a small smile.

“Alright...”

I saw her off the door while Dori stood behind me. I shook my head when she left. Dori leaned in to kiss me but this time the strong buzz of his phone cut the magical moment. I could not help rolling my eyes and kept nuzzling his neck as he spoke but stopped after the things I heard.

“Tonight we have a few special guests so I need you there.”

His body tense, Dori furrowed his eyebrows.

“It was just for once... We agreed on that.”

I focused on the rough voice coming from the speaker.

“I know... And this really is the last one. I am kindly asking and I will try to convince him if he ever asks again.”

I understood what that meant right away. Whoever it was, asking for Dori to be a host again. Pinching the bridge of his nose Dori sighed.

“You better be serious about this being last time.”

Arching an eyebrow questioningly,I pulled away from him. Cursing under his breath Dori rubbed his face.

“It’s my manager. I really don’t have many options.”

I did not say anything except a simple fine. Though, I already knew what I was going to do. Dori leaned in to kiss me but before his lips touched mine, I turned away from him. I could feel his gaze at my back as I made my way to the bedroom. What I heard next was the faint thud of my door closing. Dori was gone...

I grabbed a simple white dress and a pair of nude shoes along with it. I made my hair a simple bun and completed it with a pair of golden earrings. After the last touch of my make up I was ready to go.

I raised my hand for the taxi when it was about to pass by me. Luckily the driver noticed and stopped a few feet away. I rushed my steps to get in the car. Soon I was in front of the club. The main door was open with dark blue carpet on the ground. Grey stoned walls were lighted with old fashioned lanterns. The man greet me by the door at the end of the hallway.

“May I have your name?”

I mentally cursed myself for never thinking about the guestlist. I had to improvise on it very quickly so I grabbed my phone. I had our picture with Dori as my wallpaper so I made sure the guard saw it. I pretended to dial his number to talk to him. Counting inside I waited as if the phone rang twice.

“Oh, honey I am at the door I think you should come and...”

As he heard where the conversation was going, the guard let me in with a simple apoligy. The old vibe was also noticable inside of the big area. The wooden tables were completed with velvet covered seats and crystal glasses. My eyes scanned the crowd until they finally land on Dori. 

He was sitting by the corner, surrounded by eight women. The blonde women with purple dress had her hand on his shoulder. The woman with black hair and green top had her hand on his lap. He grabbed one of the snacks from the plate and held it out. The woman in black dress reached and happily took a bite. I closed my eyes with a deep sigh. I knew he did not want to do such a thing but that did not make the scene less heartbreaking. 

Realized I was standing there with my hand on my chest awkwardly. He could notice me anytime so I had to leave. When I turned around I saw a middle aged man standing right there. He had an elegant black suit with silk tie. The handkerchief peaking from his pocket matched with his light blue shirt. He let out a small smile so I felt the need to greet him. I was about to excuse myself but he cut me off.

“I have never seen you here before.”

I tried my best to seem natural and smiled.

“Ah, someone I knew was here so I stopped by. Parties are not really my thing.”

He simply nod.

“That’s why you were leaving, I see...”

Then he raised his glass a little bit.

“I hope you still have time for one more drink.”

I bit down my lip for a brief second. I knew I had to leave before Dori could see me. On the other hand this man could suspect me and that would be the last thing I needed in such a situation. A simple nod was my response.

“Harada...”

The man introduced himself so I did the same. His slanted eyes were intense as they traveled on me. He held his hand out for me to follow. As I walked behind Harada, I realized where he was going. He noticed my hesitation so stopped and turned around to check on me.

“Come here beautiful.”

Biting my lip, I tried to come up with something to stop him.

“That table seems crowded...”

Harada had a wide smile on his thin lips.

“I know... I just want you to meet someone then we will have our drinks in private.”

What he meant with someone was Dori. I thought of sheering off but Harada held my wrist tightly, dragging me. When we stopped by the table Dori’s smile suddenly disappeared when his eyes landed on me.His eyes darkened for a brief second but he erased his expression right away. I expected some reaction; maybe confusion or anger but there was nothing. He had his poker face while Harada revealed my name. Dori simply greeted me as if we have never met. 

I had no idea what was going on but his eyes did not even linger on me. Dori’s attention was on the woman in green top. My blood was rushing in my veins so I excused myself for ladies room. I locked the door and stood in front of the mirror for a few minutes. I really had no idea why Dori was acting like that. Maybe he did not want those women to know he had a girlfriend. Maybe he was angry because I followed him. I would prefer the second option but I doubted that was the case. 

When I unlocked the door someone opened it before I could reach for the knob. Taking a step back I raised my head. It was Dori and he was angry. He locked the door then turned around to face me. His eyebrows were knitted together.

“Do you know who that man is?”

Biting my lips I averted my gaze.

“I just wanted to see you. I was about to leave when Harada...”

Dori let out a chuckle but he obviously was irritated.

“Harada is the owner of our agency...”

His fingers gently grabbed my chin so I had to look at him in the eyes.

“I have to follow what he says and now you are his new game.”

[angrylizardjacket]

Yaaasss!!! Jelous Ben was si cuteee and we love a supportive mother, her mom is fantastic and a savage. I hace a question, how did you come up with reader's character in x-men?? I legit googled it as I thought it was a real character, so welk done.

i love her mum so fuckin much, dude, she’s supportive but can still be embarrassing at times. i wrote her, not like my actual mum, but like my dad now that i think about it. dude literally told me over the phone that he’d physically fight people for shittalking me (not just in general, there’s more context, but the point still stands). idk i think it’s disingenuous to not let parental characters have certain flaws, like they’re allowed to be overprotective and spiteful, as well as caring and supportive. i love her too.

oH SHIT DUDE LEMME TALK ABT MY GIRL CASSIDY TEMPLE I LOVE HER SO FUCKING MUCH AND I”VE PUT SO MUCH THOUGHT INTO HER THAT THIS WILL HAVE A READ MORE

so cassidy’s powers are actually based off of an xmen oc i’ve already written 70k about, Aoibheal Cassidy, younger sister of Banshee, Sean Cassidy, and Cassidy Temple’s name is a reference to her, since originally I was going to essentially have Y/N playing Aoibheal (because it’s my fic and i can include an homage to my xmen oc as a treat). the powers themselves are based loosely on Multiple Man from X-Men: The Last Stand, except Cassidy’s clones can’t live a life of their own like his can. In the xmen fic, aoibheal starts off with having unlimited clones, and they can explode because i thought it was neat tbh.

From the original fic, Molotov Heart, chapter 3, rubatosis:

[Context; humans experimenting on mutants between X-Men First Class and X-Men Days Of Future Past have caught Sean and Aoibheal and they experiment on them even though Aoibheal’s powers have not manifested (she is approximately 13) and they kill her brother in front of her]:

Stunned into silence, she can feel something white-hot building inside of her, all the rage and fear and pain becoming almost tangible.

She mutates.

Copies of Aoibheal, clones, appear around them, filling up the space between the now screaming and bewildered 'doctors'. Aoibheal herself doesn't seem to notice the clones, bawling her eyes out, an action the clones themselves are mirroring, and she thinks of nothing but freedom and escape, focusing on the white-hot feeling inside of her until it overwhelmed her. With the force of a bunker-buster bomb, the clones began to combust, began to explode, first a few, and then all at once. Killing the human personel who had kept her hostage, the blast reduced the warehouse to mere cinders, freed Aoibheal and left her clothing in tatters, but she was alive damn it.

The reason Cassidy has a limited number is because i needed a way to have her powered up as a horseman, like a distinct power up, rather than just something unseen like heightened reflexes and strength. 

I would like to point out also, that it’s not stated, but Cassidy’s explosions (NOT AOIBHEAL’s) are never to do with heat, they’re always about force. the explosions themselves are never hot, never have anything to do with fire or anything like that, she builds up force inside of the clones, and lets it tear her apart from the inside out as a wave that destroys the things it comes into contact with.

The scream was originally hereditary, like Banshee, it developed as her secondary mutation.

From the Marvel Wiki:

The Secondary Mutation (or "Second Mutation") is a phenomenon in which an existing mutant undergoes another mutation, gaining additional powers, such as healing, or a change in appearance.

Secondary mutation is noted as the appearance of new powers, or an increase in existing powers.

It was stated by Beast that the secondary mutations usually occurred in the twenties of the subjects, and generally appeared in time of great stress.

From the original fic, chapter 8, nodus tollens:

The appearance of the secondary mutation:

The world falls apart in a blur of movement. The gun goes off just after Raven jumps and makes a break for the window, the bullet curves as she crashes through the glass, following her on the way down. Tackling Erik earns Hank a mean right hook to the jaw, but Aoibheal’s there, looking at Trask like a dear in the headlights, memories whipping through her head like a hurricane - the sick fuck looks pleased to see her – her mouth falls open and she screams. She and the clone scream in tandem, their voices supersonic as the surrounding people clutched their ears for dear life; struggling to keep a hold of the feeling in her chest that caused her to explode, the clone detonates like a firework, scorching the wallpaper while Trask is stumbling to the door. There’s blood leaking from his ears but Aoibheal can’t move, can only scream and relive the memory of her brother’s murder over and over again.

Hank discussing it:

"I've never seen a secondary mutation so vastly different!" No longer blue or furry, [Hank’s] smile is excited as he looks over at her. Sharing the cockpit feels almost familiar by now, with Aoibheal curled up in the passenger seat nursing a glass of water. "It makes sense though, your original mutation – the explosions – would be an extension of your temperature immunity, but your secondary mutation is hereditary."

Cassidy’s scream, however, unlike Banshee’s, only effects things with ears, not inanimate objects like glass. Of course she could learn the right pitch to get glass to shatter like an opera singer, but generally speaking, her scream only effects things that can hear. 

OKAY LETS TALK ABT THE STUFF I FABRICATED FOR THE FIC

oh GOD I WANT TO TALK ABOUT HER RELATIONSHIP WITH MAGNETO

not as in romantic, as in he is literally her character’s main inspiration in the films. i’m literally making a fake trailer right now that’s intercut with moments from his DOFP speech that was broadcast to the whole of america.

i love dofp (possibly to my detriment) but i always thought it was weird that no-one was ever like.... magneto has a point. BECAUSE HE HAS A POINT. he’s speaking directly to disenfranchised and SCARED mutants across the nation, and yet everyone’s heralding Mystique as the new face of mutant kind. YES she made a point, but like.... did no-one vibe with magneto when he promised the destruction of mankind? i would. anyways.

so i thought it would be interesting for this character, Cassidy, to have this hero-worship of Magneto, taking his words to heart like scripture, ultimately making her a foil for Phoenix, Xavier’s protege. 

it’s why i specifically included this:

“You should be,” you hissed, putting your all into the words as you spoke them, and you hear Ben inhale sharply beside you, “we shall inherit the Earth.”

“What follows is a struggle as Cassidy and the figure – revealed to be her clone – proceed to kill the man. When they’re finished, and the man’s dead on the ground, Cassidy straightens her outfit, and we hear –“ as the director reads, Michael begins to slowly clap, “a slow clap, and it’s revealed that Apocalypse, as well as Storm, Angel, and Magneto, had all witnessed the event.”

“We are the future, we are the ones who shall inherit the Earth,” Michael reads as he stops clapping.

“Magneto,” you breathe reverentially, and when you look to him, you and Michael share a sharp smile.

which is a direct quote from magneto’s speech in Days of Future Past:

You built these weapons to destroy us. Why? Because you are afraid of our gifts. Because we are different. Humanity has always feared that which is different. Well, I'm here to tell you, to tell the world, you're right to fear us. We are the future. We are the ones who will inherit this earth, and anyone who stands in our way will suffer the same fate as these men you see before you. Today was meant to be a display of your power. Instead I give you a glimpse of the devastation my race can unleash upon yours. Let this be a warning to the world. And to my mutant brothers and sisters out there, I say this; no more hiding, no more suffering. You have lived in the shadows in shame and fear for too long. Come out, join me. Fight together in the brotherhood of our kind. A new tomorrow, that starts today.

which ALSO is what turns her into the next big villain for the franchise, because she sees Magneto, the man she kind of thinks of like a god, turn on and help kill Apocalypse, the man who claimed to be an actual god, and side with the people who, ultimately, don’t want to destroy the human race like she does, and also killed the man she loved. she takes Magneto’s ideologies and turns them up to 11. he fucks off to create a mutant paradise away from prying eyes and is happy, she won’t be happy until all humans are punished.

it’s why, in the beginning, she and raven can’t still work together, because raven wants to rescue mutants, but not at the expense of unnecessary human lives, and cassidy sees all humans as complicit in the torture, and therefore deserving of punishment. 

she has deemed herself judge, jury, and executioner of human kind, and they have all been found guilty.

i’m so excited to see if i get around to writing some of the next film because i really want to explore the dichotomy of Xavier’s ‘no-one is ever really gone/there’s always hope’ and magneto’s ‘you were right to be afraid of us, we are the ones who shall inherit the earth’. Everyone has given up on Cassidy in one way or another, whether it be by betrayal or death, and so when she finds this symbiote who literally becomes a part of her, makes her stronger, and is happy to kill people with little regard for who they are, she’ll take it. 

EDIT: here’s the first 26 seconds of the fake trailer (Y/N here is played by Jurnee Smollett, aka Black Canary from Birds of Prey)

ANGEL & RIOT

i wanted y/n to kiss ben hardy that’s literally it. 

actually no that’s not it 100%, i think it’s super amusing in a kind of bleak way that he got fridged for her, like his death, both in the “””comics””” (as in the comic universe for the fics) and in the film, causes her to seek out a force that would help bring him back to life. in the “””comics””” she originally seeks out a mutant, but when the mutant who can bring people back refuses to help her, she’s told of experiments at The Life Foundation, who are working on engineering the next step in human evolution, and she’s thinking that they’re experimenting on mutants again, like trask, and goes in guns blazing, but instead finds symbiotes. she bonds with a symbiote, thus becoming Riot Control, and the symbiote initially promises her all these things, including being able to find a way to ressurect angel, but eventually (in the “””comics”””) the power he gives her overtakes her need to ressurect her love, and riot ends up using her to try and build a ship to bring more symbiotes to take over earth.

IN THE FILM

okay OKAY okay OKAY so she’s looking for a way to ressurect angel at first, but riot’s in her ear while he’s seeing all her memories, and is convincing her to get revenge on the people who are responsible for his death (nightcrawler, jean, and Magneto specifically) so its not that the xmen are just in the plot by happenstance there’s like actual beef, love it. 

I also love that Cassidy’s powers are handicapped when she’s got Riot, since her scream would injure or even possibly kill him. Yes i specifically paired her with a symbiote for that reason, which is also the reason why her clone explosions aren’t heat based. 

but anyway, can i spoil the ending? i wanna spoil the ending;

so there’s this big showdown between riot control and the xmen, and jean confronts cassidy, trying to talk her down like ‘what would angel think if he saw you? What you’ve become?’ and Cassidy’s furious, thinking that jean’s trying to guilt her, like, angel would be so ashamed

“Keep his name out of your fucking mouth, you have no idea what he’d think-”

“He’d be terrified of you.” And it’s so fucking like, cruel and cold coming from Jean.

“Shut up.”

“You have become a monster; you have maimed your idol-” [we cut to a shot of magneto looking all fucked up and bloody, watching with anger in his eyes] “and you have left Angel for dead. If you’d really cared about him, you would have already gotten him back. Instead, you come for revenge against the people who could have helped you -”

or something like that, and riot control has a whole breakdown, lashing out, snarling that no-one could help her, and when they tried, they ended up dead (angel, apocalypse) and she starts losing control, and her voice starts to distort in and out of riot’s, making it clear he’s taking control of her completely. 

there’s this big, final fight, which culminates with jean grabbing cassidy’s face and trying to burn riot out of her.

“No-one is beyond help.” And Jean’s like, got tears in her eyes, desperate to save this girl who’s caused so much pain, but who sees herself as so wretched and beyond help, and we see the symbiote burning away and screaming, but also the physical signs of cassidy’s mutation as like, peeling away in embers, like the black scales around her eyes, and the way her whole eyes are seen as black is now clearing away, and she takes both of Jean’s hands and forces her to keep holding on, to keep looking in her natural fucking eyes for the first and last time as she burns out too.

“You can’t save everyone.” and then Cassidy’s just ash in the wind.

also this ending, in a meta-sense, makes sense, because after this Disney buys Fox and there’s no more this-universe X-Men films, so they had to do a self-contained story, there couldn’t be things left super unresolved.

OR maybe she’s fine, maybe she gets saved and riot burns out of her (spoilers, he fucks off and doesn’t die, hence, Venom (2018); it takes him about 20 years to recuperate) i haven’t decided.

[mintchocohip]

featherweight︱ yoongi x reader ︱ r: explicit

While on vacation in London, you meet somebody who clicks.

 —   notes: sub!yoongi, domme!reader. y/n who does not enjoy vaginal penetration.

 —   kinks:​ clothed clitjob  |  warnings: alcohol

 —   wordcount​: 3.3k [oneshot]

20 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰.

Leaning against a wall outside the pharmacy, you watched Yoongi pull waxy black paper off a purple lollipop. You weren’t certain what flavor to buy him, so you bought something that matched his head-to-toe black.

It’s cold. A small group of tourists across the street were flocked together and bundled up like they were about to hit ski slopes. Traffic rolled thin across the road. Behind passing vehicles, Big Ben towered into a heavy dark grey sky. Cameras angled; chatter in Spanish drifted away behind the heavy roll of a passing bus.

Oncoming fog gave light to the evening. The sun was setting when the first mists appeared. You sucked in a deep breath of frigid air, and popped the sugarfree mango lollipop between your teeth. You glanced at Yoongi. With the stick of the blackberry lollipop pressed tight between his lips, he shifted his mouth, and rolled his jaw.

Under the brim of his bucket hat, smiling eyes surveyed the air. A piece of trash or a leaf was skidding across the pavement to your left. You glanced. It was a piece of trash.

You couldn’t believe it’s took you so long to ask the question.

“Yoongi, right?” You heard it at the police station. He saved himself in your phone as Min Yoongi. You were at a show when he pinged your phone—Do you still want to drink that wine? Between those moments and now, you never asked. You never put the word Yoongi into the air.

“Yeah. Yoongi.”

“Y/N.” Pulling the lollipop out of your mouth, you extended a hand. Yoongi glanced from your hand to your face. The white paper stick switched to the side of his mouth. A small smile lifted his whole face, and a lighthearted laugh filled the air between you.

He accepted the handshake.

“Y/N?” He repeated.

“Y/N,” you confirmed.

“Y/N—” Yoongi’s back hits the door, and your name hits you on a staggered gasp. The knees pinned between your body and polished wood are buckling like they’re about to collapse. All you did was unzip his jacket, and kiss his throat.

Fog clouded visibility before you and Yoongi stepped under the hotel’s overhang. The crystal-clear lobby smelled like glass, and velvet, and dusty lilacs. A Christmas tree near the sitting area is decorated with fake snow and lights shaped like icicles.

All you can smell behind the door of your hotel room is Yoongi. Dark wood against red wallpaper have transported both of you somewhere relaxed.

Shoved into the window between his slender waist and his elbows, your hands are splayed out over the frigid door.

“That eager,” you laugh—more to yourself, than to this dazed guy. “Huh?” Your huh was a retort, but it almost became a moan. Yoongi just opened wide eyes. He smells like the weather outside. Fresh, and cool. Everything is delicately laid over the promise of heat. Yoongi’s stunned eyes fly away. He’s looking everywhere and nowhere, and trying to flatten into the wall.

Caution pulls you back to his throat.

A gentle kiss hints at tongue. He tastes how he smells. Fresh. Needy. You pull away. Yoongi’s attempt to hide his moan sucks in a shaking breath, and turns it into a slow, cracking swallow.

That’s all the confirmation you need.

He loves this.

30 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰.

“Do you drink?” Yoongi stared at the pavement through the question. A follow-up question was inevitable. You heard it in his attempt to keep his voice even; you sensed it in everything about the way this guy acts around you. “There’s this pub…” he might have said something like that, “do you want to go? With me?”

“I drink. I have plans tonight, though,” you say with the confidence of somebody who regularly cancels plans for a hookup. “I’ll give you my number. You can call me if you need anything.”

“Oh?” Disappointment blinked Yoongi’s eyes down to his shoes. “Right. Yeah.”

There were questions under your ribs. Why are you here, in London? When did you arrive? How precious are the things you lost?

“I don’t have any plans tomorrow night, though.” There's something about this guy that you liked. He was also vulnerable. Turning him down was natural. If he had space to breathe and think, maybe you could look at him in a new light. “My hotel’s room service has a wine menu. Do you like wine?"

It took Yoongi a moment to understand.

“Oh?” The first “oh” was a sigh. This one was a hiccup. He put a hand on the top of his head, and pulled his hat back. A smile that rose up past his gums glowed his face in the darkness. He already looked drunk. LED snowflakes were strung up in passing shopfronts. They made his teeth sparkle. When he met your eyes, a single jolt of laughter shook his shoulders. “Really?” His voice smoothed. "Yeah. I like wine."

An energetic tourist who was willing to drop everything to help a stranger. The side of yourself Yoongi soaked up yesterday has retreated. An overwhelmed guy in need—that side of Yoongi has twisted him up completely.

Popping open the button of your jeans and pulling down the zip has given Yoongi free range to move. Your hands are too occupied to pin him. He’s still holding his arms flat on the wall behind himself, staring at your hands, and breathing so hard his long, oversize coat is catching on your knees with each rise and fall. A vein on the back of your hand shifts. You see it in a haze below you; you see it in the sudden burst of light in Yoongi’s eyes.

“Don’t fall,” you whisper. A tiny scrunch of sound tells you Yoongi’s parka is slumping down the wall. You push a hand against his solid chest, and hold him in place. “That’s not what I want.” The warmth of his skin meets your palm through the fabric of his shirt. “I want you to touch me. You want to touch me, don’t you?”

Meeting Yoongi’s eyes shows you a small, shifting smile. It’s impossible to know if he’s actually listening to you anymore. Communicating without words was the plan, anyways.

Through the thick of his coat, a shockingly solid wrist curls into your hand. Your grip is light. Yoongi’s arm pulls off the door weightlessly.

Where your raincoat opened and your jeans have been tugged down, sporty orange boyshorts have been exposed. They’re the brightest thing in this room.  You guide him. Yoongi is already pressing his fingers tightly. Tense, excited curiosity bubbles for a split-second, pops, and leaves a shimmer in the air as pressure slides between your legs. In the hug of warmth between your thighs and your cunt, a relative stranger’s palm presses against a faint pulse.

“It’s all about this thing,” you whisper. You have to arch your neck to meet Yoongi’s eyes. Swirling a finger on the puffy flesh above your clit through thin fabric, you tilt your head up, and speak down to him. “And only this thing. Do you understand?” Pulling him close isn’t an invitation to explore. This is a directive. Yoongi might be the type of guy who listens. Or, he’s the type of guy who thinks he knows what you want.

Dark eyes blink up, and down. Yoongi flutters his gaze over your expectantly raised eyebrows. His eyes fall to his hand. Fingertips are pressed against folds laying across your hole. He swallows.

Yoongi swallows again. All of these concentrated swallows are starting to click in your ears. He’s probably nervous. You don’t spring on guys unless you get those vibes from them. He’s a match. You know he is. You still have to gauge him. Then, you’ll force him to drink some water.

Soft pressure is a trail of tingles. There’s unpleasantness in the touch hinting into watery, wishy-washy flesh depth. Fabric is tugged tight. It tugs your chin up in a delayed succession, and a soft “Mh-hm.” of approval low in your throat guides Yoongi to his destination. A featherlight touch trembles out over your pelvis, before floating over the place where the beginning of soft, sensitive skin parts around your hood. Your chin nods down with silent approval.

There’s obedience in Yoongi’s mannerisms. There’s hesitation. Beneath that hesitation, you can feel something strong. He knows what to do. He’s just waiting for you to tell him it’s okay.

29 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰.

An officer in a high-visibility jacket clattered the flat keyboard and recorded details—Lambeth Bridge; a black Raf Simons sling backpack, and its contents. A laptop. His passport. A ring of external hard-drives.

Yoongi kept glancing at you in the police station. The language barriers wasn’t a problem. Still, he eyed you like he was waiting for approval.

Settling into the chair next to his was easy. Like you, Yoongi is traveling alone. You parsed those details. If he wanted you to leave, he wouldn’t have frozen up and stared at you like a lost puppy when you pat his arm and tried to tell him “Good luck. I really hope they find everything.” outside the police station.

The officer’s eyes shifted between the two of you. You clarified that you weren’t with Yoongi when his bag was stolen. She didn’t need to know that you met him a few minutes ago.

Fingertips tug. Rolling your hips forwards into Yoongi’s hook, you bite down on your lip with a delighted sigh. 

His eyes are snapping down, and you follow behind. It’s a gentle touch. A faint curve of skin has pushed up around the two fingers he buried into everything soft and wet glowing around a slice of pleasure. His middle finger found the target. Everything shifts under a tentative stroke, and his thumb glides above it. Parted lips and the shining in his eyes looks like admiration. Whether it’s admiration for his own work, or admiration for you—that’s the sticky question.

The downwards curl is even slower. Through the rough of fabric, a fingernail skims across your clit. The hard on hypersensitive sends a jolt up to your gut. An electronic signal: tighten up; suck in. A tongue flicks out. Yoongi held the lollipop deep in his mouth. You know if he showed you more of his tongue, it would be purple in the middle.

Overwhelming cute guys is fun. Feeling their energy emerging from behind head-spinning clouds is even sweeter. It was an inkling, but it paid off: Yoongi wants focus. He needs you to tell him what to do. Approval in your nod is doubled by a slide of your tongue over your lower lip. It’s tripled when you squeeze his wrist.

Twisting his hand, Yoongi crests over folds. Rolling. Pressing in, parting, and finding the size and shape of what he’s working with. A delicate touch tests what he’s found. Slipping around wet territory, he arcs tension and release from one side of your hips to the other, and you rock into the gentle stroke he pulls down with a faint gasp in both of your throats.

29 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰.

Briefcases and business clothing had sandwiched you in the crowd of people waiting to cross Abingdon Street. 

Somebody was pushing through the crowd, and your bag was jostled and tugged before you felt knuckles skim the side of your raincoat. When you turned and studied the back of a man clad in black, he was falling through the opposite side of the crowd with a slap of sneakers that turned into a sprint.

“Hey! Get back here, asshole!”

It only took a block. Your hand was digging into the back of his jacket, Yoongi was wailing out a sound like a wounded animal, and a sudden curb tripped his thick-soled shoes. You caught him as best you could. The intention wasn’t to make this guy face-plant on cement. Crashing onto the ground with Yoongi outside of Westminster Abbey, you started to twist his body at the exact moment he turned over.

You knew something was wrong when he rolled over, and sat down on his ass.  

“Not a thief.” He held up a hand and shook it dismissively. “Not a thief.”

Sitting on the pavement with Yoongi after you brushed away a small crowed of concerned onlookers, you checked your pockets. You opened up your bag.

“Really?” Disbelief thinned your eyes. A tingly sting felt like your shoulder was singing. “Why were you running?”

“Running. For. Somebody.” Yoongi was miming grabbing. “My backpack. Thief. I lost them.” He shook his head, and crossed his hands over the back of his neck. “I lost them before.”

“Ouch.” Guilt cringed your whole body.

Admittedly, some weedy-looking guy pretending his backpack got stolen could have been a way to ease you into a scam. You decided to help this guy stand up, anyways. That was the minimum level of engagement you could justify.

A shiver racked your body when Yoongi accepted your hand. Exertion had warmed Yoongi’s hands. You suddenly realized how cold your own hands were.

“Are you here with anyone?” Swimming in a baggy black coat and loose sweatpants, Yoongi looked small. He felt massive. Your legs and abs tensed; your arms flexed. There was no attempt in his body to do more than wobble. As he stood up, he swiped a free hand over his face. You tried to let go. Yoongi’s fingers slumped over the side of your hand, and he swiped a hand over his face again. When you peered at his eyes under the hazy shadow of his bucket hat, the disorientation was obvious. He was swallowing hard.

“Do you have your phone? Your wallet?”

“Uh…” Yoongi nodded. “Yeah. Yeah. In my pockets. Important things in my backpack.“ Yoongi laughed, his hand dropped out of yours, and he straightened up his back. He glanced at you like he didn’t even realize somebody was standing there. “It’s… it’s been a long day.”    

“Here.” Your phone was already out, and you were looking up the nearest police station on Maps. “Let me help you.”

Little tastes. Something light-headed, and overwhelming. 

There’s no beat, but there’s a melodic rhythm. Downwards momentum. Pushing your hips forwards kept them there. It’s a simple detail. But holding forwards against him makes everything tenser, and headier. Needier. 

Taut concentration is pulling Yoongi’s face, and twitching his lips. You eye him with a soft smile, and swallow a thick of sweet-tasting spit. Your half-lidded eyes and unbidden smile must be speaking for you. When Yoongi sees them, he blinks hard. His expression is falling apart. Pieces of it drip down his body. His shoulders slope. Seeing that tremble of desperation perks your daze up too late. 

He thinks you want more. He thinks he can bring you higher—his chest falls forwards as eyes close and his thumb pushes in and rubs up like he’s trying to spark a fire.

“Shit,” the hand on his chest jerks. Yoongi is thrown back into the door like newspaper in a breeze. A shiver tenses in your chest so hard it hums in your ears, “that feels good. Don’t hold back, do you? A little too hard,” you smile, “maybe. Ah—” The whispered sigh overlays Yoongi’s gasp. He stuck his hand back between your legs. You sigh. It’s a pleasant apology. Heavy with your heartbeat, everything Yoongi is touching feel limitless—he can feel how turned on you are. Flush. It might be surprise. A faint sound just trembled in the back of Yoongi’s mouth.

You almost get a secondhand prickle of heat along your jaw. A cute face is turning bright red. Yoongi is rubbing. Over everything; under nothing.

Sliding your hand off his wrist, you reach between your legs, and cup the back of his hand. As your fingertips slide over his sharp knuckles and onto his roving fingers, you press up. Because you love it. Because you want to be closer to what he feels. The smile in your voice becomes a thin sigh. Your slowly closing eyes shoot open, and you roll in annoyance.

It’s like kissing somebody who ignores your tongue, and swerves to lap at the inside of your cheek. Mapping out the openings in jaw muscles between the banal hypersoft flesh; a doctor fumbling a cotton swab for DNA. Numb. Unpleasant.

Yoongi has pushed two fingers up into your cunt through the stretch of your panties, and shifted them around looking for something that isn’t there.

He’s looking for your moan. Attempts not to curl your nose or grimace succeed. Concentrating that energy into your hand, you pull a grip back onto his wrist, and tug. Fixing a finger and thumb around Yoongi’s chin, you meet his slowly opening eyes.

“Remember what I said?” The drive to wrap a hand around his throat while you ask the question is tossed aside. “Only here.” Your hand falls to tap two fingertips on the left and the right of the place you’re talking about.

He realizes you’re waiting.

Yoongi nods. Flush on his face blanched. His whole expression broke. His fingers are trembling as he rushes them up. It’s almost panicked. 

It’s adorable.

“Don’t worry,” you sight, “I’ll forgive you this time.”

A fresh inkling compounds on the way Yoongi has been acting since you met him. He gets lost outside of himself and inside of himself all at once. You need to keep reeling him towards middle ground. Laying your hand over his crossed those signals. Words. Gestures. Tight grips. Right now, everything is an unquestionable command.

The pleased hiss isn’t a lie. Residual chill from a splash of ice water has disappeared. Yoongi looks for your smile. He finds it. The swirl is magic. Yoongi rolls his fingers around, presses, and sends a spiking jolt up inside you that lifts your chest on the shivering words.

“Good,” you sigh out, “good.” As you speak, you pull your hand down off the wrist of Yoongi’s jacket. Sliding under his sleeve, you skim a thumb over the bottom of his calloused palm, and find the dip onto soft skin you know must pull thin over purple and green veins.

“Don’t,” Yoongi groans. He barely moved, but you just felt his whole body snap. His fingers pause, and dab off you with a twitch. “Don’t.”

“Don’t?”

“It’s too sensitive.” His chin has lifted, but he’s still trying to gaze down between your legs and meet your eyes at the same time. Trembling eyes settle, then drops to the side. Studying whorls on the hotel’s thick cream-colored carpet, Yoongi swallows.

“The underside of your wrist?”

His chin lowers, and his back arches into the door. It’s a shy attempt to disappear from your intent eyes. If you knew him better, your thumb would be stroking back down on the emboss of veins you felt, and teasing their delicate raw. Instead, you press your thumb onto the side of his wristbone.

“Thanks, baby.” An involuntary wave that starts by lifting your knees and finishes by flexing your thighs relaxes. It was a nice refreshment. Pulling on Yoongi’s bare wrist, you tug up. “That felt amazing.”

Yoongi’s hand freezes. It splays. Damp fingertips pull up over fabric, and disappear.

“Let’s have that wine, now.” You push Yoongi’s wrist towards his stomach, and let go. Tugging up your jeans tickles.  

“Oh?” The question hits your back as you walk over to the simple black phone on the bedroom table. Walking around a pulsing cunt is the closest thing you know to flying. Picking up the slender handset, you hover the receiver over your ear, and flip open a room service menu. "Of course. Y/N.”

“That’s why we’re here, right?” It’s purposeful punctuation. The way Yoongi just said your name. It flashes a glance over your shoulder. The smile on your face curls up in one corner. The question is asking “Is there something else I should call you?” “Do you want some wine?” Your name is fine. 

Condoms you bought in the pharmacy are inside the plastic bag you tossed onto the nightstand. You already had a few in your luggage, but it was polite to ask if he had a favorite brand.

“Yeah.”

Of course, you’re going to lay him down, roll that shiny plastic on, and tell him not to move. Stiffness has tented his cock against the side of his baggy black cargo pants. A shadow casts down over the hem of his oversize shirt floating over the shape. His cock looks big enough under his clothes to press flat beneath your cunt. A thick, fat surface to rut yourself off on—a hot head; a dip of a frenulum you can touch with your clit, and grind. 

Maybe you’ll squeeze his hands in the air while you tease out your satisfaction. It’ll keep him grounded. And—he just seems like that type. 

Yoongi is still pressed against the wall. Dreamy. Red. Smiling. Tar melting on a hot day. For some reason, that’s all you can think of when you look at him.

“Take your clothes off,” you hold the phone against your shoulder. “Then sit down on the bed. Go on.”

Peeling off the wall is slow, but Yoongi is falling out of his jacket. You give him a smile, and laugh to yourself. The phone is ringing. You grab an unopened hotel water bottle next to the phone, and tap your fingernail over the lid while you wait for somebody to pick up.

[thevalleyisjolly]

cumulous for the character asks? 💛

I want you to know how much I love you right here and right now <3

favorite thing about them

*cracks knuckles* Get ready for the Cumulous Appreciation Manifesto!  I have so much love for this funky little pastel death monk, and here it is:

He’s such a subtle and complex character!  There are so many elements to Cumulous that seem contradictory at first: he’s very practical and actionable (meta perspective: Zac’s respect for the game) but also deliberately makes time for those character moments of connection (see: spending hours crying on the ship with Theo over Lazuli, having that talk with Ruby after Jet’s funeral).  On many levels, he’s a typical tough war guy (the whole bit with Joren and the crossbow bolt and “That is absolutely badass”), but it’s not central to who he is, it’s not an identity that he struggles with like Amethar or Liam.  When the war is over, he can put it down and be gentle and value softness, and it’s like Liam recognizing that a war guy is something you do, not something you are.  Then there’s the whole Order of the Spinning Star, which I wish we’d gotten to learn more about, because they are all about protecting Candia’s magic and where does that drive come from?  What motivated him to join the Order, why is he so dedicated to this cause and to Lazuli?  And then how he's so intense and focused on his goals, but also so supportive of the other characters at the same time.  Deliberately making the time to talk with Ruby about Jet, not talking about guilt or vengeance or hollow comfort, but about Ruby’s life and reaffirming her agency at a time when she felt despair and only saw one way forward; pledging loyalty to Saccharina with full enthusiasm when everyone else was still hesitant and following through on that by being willing to die (and very nearly dying) for her; going to support Amethar when he went to take on Calroy- this funky little pastel monk just wants to support his party and he will go at it with 110%.

least favorite thing about them

A meta complaint, and understandable considering that he came into the game later, but how much of his character and character arc had to be pushed to the background (curse you LA fire inspector and your perfectly reasonable if character-frustrating requirements for fire safety!)

favorite line

His entire conversation with Ruby on the ship, but especially:

“I know that I’ve seen the insides of all these bodies with the wet sacks and the weird bones that they have inside of them, but I know that there is something in there that is not there.”

and

“You say that you’re dead, but I think you should also consider staying here with the living.  ‘Cause we will all die, but you don’t have to do it just yet.”

brOTP

I am here for the Cumulous and Liam dynamic, and the complexities of being seed guys and war guys

OTP

Ardent Cumulous/Theo shipper, ever since Episode 8 in the middle of the battle when Theo gets into the rowboat, Cumulous says “I like your sword,” Theo responds “I like your whole vibe,” and then Cumulous pauses and gives the softest, most amazed “Wow” with a disbelieving smile on his face, and that’s all I needed, thank you very much

nOTP

I don’t think I’ve seen a single Cumulous ship in the whole time I’ve been here, so rarely enough, no nOTPs yet!

random headcanon

Lighthearted headcanon, since I just wrote the Cumulous Manifesto above: He’s great with animals, and especially dragons.  He would love to have a full time dragon living at the monastery in the new Candia, and only the fact that even the nicest dragons are not tame dragons is stopping him from extending an invitation.  In lieu of dragons, he keeps a coop of chickens, who might not be as big or as dangerous as dragons, but who have much the same chaotic temperament.

unpopular opinion

Being a secondary character does not make him any less of a character.  Just because he’s not Lapin 2.0 doesn’t mean he’s not as developed as a character.  Just because he comes in after Lapin dies does not mean he should die so that Lapin can come back (a frequent take that particularly irks me: people don’t have to like Cumulous or want him around, but they can respect that some fans do and not maintag posts where they wish he dies so that Lapin can return). 

song i associate with them

The Call, by Regina Spektor, although I remain endlessly fascinated by how quickly and confidently Zac answered “Shallow” when asked about a song he associated with Cumulous

favorite picture of them

I love this fanart by @criticalrolo so much, it is my phone wallpaper and sometimes I turn on my phone just to look at it for a while because it is so beautiful.