#which is sad but not that unexpected. He's been better but he has ways to go.. He does also protect Jimmy from mobs at multiple points

[aangelinakii]

LOVE IS MORE THICKER THAN FORGET.

— love is less always than to win.

summary : you're a poet, it's your every being. once you start dating damian, all you can write about is your love for him. he's not at all mad when he finds it. actually, he's just surprised.

note : bt dubs the poem in the title and subtitle are exerpts from love is more thicker than forget by e. e. cummings :)

also a mini tw : mention of food and dieting but it's literally just a mini mention

requested !

with damian wayne in your hands, in your heart, there was nothing else in this world you could want. from his thoughtfulness to his playful sarcasm, and the way he is so proud of you in front of his friends and family, dating damian is a breeze.

he's easy, soft, kind — although thorny when he wants to be, and never is it directed towards you.

you've always been a writer, unable to keep your heavy feelings at bay, fingers forced to express everything inside through metaphors and carefully thought-out analogies.

and, with damian, you've never felt so comfortable, so warm with a person before now.

when everyone else is asleep, and it's just the lamplight dimly illuminating your bedroom, you scribble down your feelings.

it's not that i have changed, so much as you have changed me, changed my heart, changed my mind. only to believe in a love i never could have thought existed.

damian doesn't know.

the most he knows is how much you show him, through soft fingers entwining, through whispered ´i love you's in a crowded room, through snacks secretly bought for him when he thinks he should stick to his father's decidedly strict diet.

and you know he appreciates you.

you know he appreciates you when he attempts to braid your hair even though he has no idea how to do so, he just wants to create; you know he appreciates you when he watches your favourite movies, with or without you, and references them in conversation; you know he appreciates you when you find paper cranes in your bag, in your pencil case, sometimes in your pockets or left perched somewhere in your room from his last visit, because you know he's made them just for you.

but you're not sure he would even want to know the extent of your fondness for him.

you've been to museums and art galleries together, admired what romantic artists had once made for their true loves. damian seemed to find it quite romantic, too — but you weren't a long-perished poet leaving a legacy of sonnets for lovers to relate to, it would be different if he knew.

he's never said anything to make you think he'd hate it; maybe it's just an insecurity, worried that if you revealed everything your bones were made of, everything your organs pumped for, he would reject you, and those words of love in your journals would turn to words of guilt and sadness, each i dotted with the stain of a tear on paper.

and damian's not nosey, it's not like you've ever been conscious about him finding your journal.

but this time? this time it appears you've left it in plain sight.

it wasn't that you weren't accepted into the warm, money-scented abode of wayne manor; actually, sometimes damian preferred your house, away from the unexpected chaos created by adopted siblings, each of which with their own issues. and that's not saying your place was perfect, but there was an air of calm that waved over him each time he set foot in your room, a little haven of you.

this time, with dark clouds and stormy skies, you had offered damian to come round yours, as opposed to waiting for a chauffeur to pull up outside the gates (and he didn't much like the attention that brought him).

shrugging off his damp blazer and hanging it on the handle of your door, damian huffed out a sigh, placing his raindrop-patterned bag at the foot of your bed.

"i am surprised the weather hasn't got any better," he chuckled, perching himself on the edge of the duvet to unlace his school shoes. "it's almost easter and it's still raining."

"isn't there a saying about showers bringing flowers?" you suggested in return, trying to find the sunshine peeking through the clouds in a situation as damp as this, peeling off your wet blazer and tossing it to the floor, much more careless than damian about the state of your own room. you liked that he was always thoughtful about the way he treated your home.

the corners of damian's lips curled up as he pulled off a shoe and leaned it against one of the legs of your bedframe. "unfortunately i think that's april showers and may flowers."

"okay, so what would march showers be?"

kicking off your shoes, with one flying a little further than you'd anticipated, you joined damian on the puffy duvet of your bed, the mattress springing beneath you.

once both shoes were off, damian fell back against the covers, frame nice and snug beside yours. he turned his head, tan cheeks owning a slight pink flush at the proximity, but the happiness in his gleaming eyes was undeniable. "march showers bring april... superpowers?"

with a playful roll of your eyes, you brought a kind hand to brush against damian's chest, the rain-soaked fabric of his white button-up sending a cool shiver up your knuckles and up your forearm, and down your spine. "like we need any more superpowers in this world. what do you think you would have if you had superpowers?"

damian outstretched an arm to loop around your shoulders, providing both a pillow for your neck and a means for proximity. "i would probably want super strength. i could keep my current physique, but surprise people by throwing them effortlessly."

"no, not what you'd want, what you think you would have," you corrected him, grinning all the while. "like, what would the universe think you deserved?"

raising an eyebrow, he turned his head to catch your expression once again, and still unable to hide any smiles, no matter how small. "alright..." then he gave a sigh and looked back up at the ceiling, as if really giving this some thought. "i think i would deserve to read minds. i think i would hate it, but it might be what i deserve."

"hmm," you hummed, causing damian to look back down at you. "i think it's interesting you think you'd deserve that. but then you'd get to know how i really feel about you." with a chuckle, you pushed yourself up. "you hungry at all? i'm gonna have a look in the cupboards."

damian shifted on the duvet, the arm that had been your pillow coming behind his head to provide one for himself, despite the pillows at his disposal. "i'm not that hungry, but if you see anything that reminds you of me..."

"i'll know what you do," you finished his sentence for him.

with a nod, you disappeared out the left-ajar door, leaving damian alone in a room he wasn't all that used to being alone in.

he didn't mind it, of course, but there was something strangely intimate about being in someone's bedroom without them there, getting to experience where they fell asleep and where they woke up; getting to notice the small details they'd never expect anyone to notice.

damian had never been much of a snooper, especially with you, never wanting to overstep any boundaries or find something you'd rather die than have him find — or something he'd die from finding — but today he felt a tug in his abdomen, pulling him towards your desk.

a little paper crane, folded by him from the page of an english literature textbook, sat beside some unlit scented candles, although he could tell by the blackened wick that they'd been lit sometime before, and their aroma lingered vaguely in the air. he could remember slipping this one into your bookbag the day he'd made it, the edges of its wings crooked and it looked a little smushed overall, but he felt some semblance of pride that you kept it on your desk.

maybe you had a box of the other ones.

before he could stop himself, damian's fingers went to the scattered papers and notebooks on the desktop, noting some unfinished homework assignments, but ultimately looking for any blank pieces of paper he could transform — he'd recently learnt how to fold little dragons.

his eyes found it before his fingers had; buried beneath history books and half-written essays was a journal of sorts, the lined pages it was open on cluttered with paragraphs upon paragraphs.

he caught his name a few times and his interest was piqued, brushing away the loose papers to uncover this mystery.

it's a name that rolls off my tongue the way i do a "thank you" / probably because i am so thankful to have damian in my life, whether he feels the same or not.

i try to lead a normal life, even with him by my side, resist the temptations to take his hand by his family side, to pull him into an earth-shattering embrace / but those eyes take me by the scruff of the neck and i'm forced to stare into them, break through the ice and see what he's made of. or else he'll see what i'm made of.

taken by your unmistakeable handwriting looping words all about him, him, him, damian had barely registered the squeak of the door and the padding of your feet against floor.

"you'll never guess what i got you—"

damian spun around, his fingers pressing into the pages and binding of your journal. he didn't meet your eyes, his gaze instead glued to the ink-met paper, his voice almost accusatory as it cut you off. "i do. i do feel the same."

at first your eyes narrowed and an eyebrow crooked up in confusion. feel the same? of course he feels the same, he's your boyfriend — or, at least, you'd like to hope what he was saying was as straightforward as that.

then you saw it, what was in his hands, the silk, lengthy bookmark draping down from the page you'd left your journal open on, the entire thing trembling ever so slightly. but you knew damian, you knew his tremble. not much could make him tremble.

the plastic bowl of snacks you'd gathered threatened to drop to the floor, but you took a heavy breath and placed it upon the messed duvet of your bed, and tried your hardest not to storm across the room to where damian stood.

when he finally looked up, agreeing silently to meet your eyes, the screw of your mouth faltered. through the oceanic greens flooding his irises, you could see what he was made of; silence and discipline, although thorns now doused in sparkling glitter — your touch on him, you were proud to admit.

"it says you're thankful to have damian in your life, whether he feels the same or not," he spoke, voice quiet, level, despite the tremor in his hands, the waves crashing in those eyes. "i am damian. i feel the same."

you couldn't reply, some strange mixture of shame, guilt and... pride? relief?

his gaze tore from yours, digging back through the pages, flipping slowly back to previous entries.

"i loved you first: but afterwards your love / outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song / as drowned the friendly cooings of my dove— this is a rossetti."

finger stuck beneath the word he had just read, damian looked back up at you, something new in those eyes you had spent so long studying; a crease had appeared in his forehead, eyebrows upturning, giving him the likeness of a puppy, though you would never admit that to him.

damian wayne insisted he was a dobermann — tall, intimidating — when you saw him as a black kitten — spiky, unaware of his connotations.

trying to swallow down everything threatening to spill, you attempted a careless shrug. "well, i like to apply other poets to how i feel."

carefully replacing the journal back to your desktop, although leaving it on the random page he had flipped to, damian continued to look over at you, something twitching in the corner of his mouth. "you know i do love you, don't you? do i not show you?"

here it was: the questioning.

this time everything actually did threaten to come out, lurching up your throat for a moment before simmering back down in your stomach.

shaking your head slowly, you backed down to your bed, mattress and duvet bowinc beneath you, the bowl almost tipping onto its side.

"of course i know. they're just poems."

"poets don't write for no reason, they write what they feel."

"i'm no poet."

who were you kidding?

this boy was the child of bruce wayne — biological, mind you. if mr wayne's eye for detection hadn't been passed down genetically, it had definitely been learned and taught.

damian wayne, like his father, was not stupid enough to ignore the uncertain tone backing your words, or body mannerisms you'd never use under any other circumstance.

he carefully approached, something soft and regretful now shining, but he came to a stop by your side, sitting down so the sheets crinkled again.

"i know you're a poet because i read poems in that journal," damian spoke. "which i apologise for, i know i shouldn't have snooped."

there was a gap of silence. it was okay, you forgave him. but you could still feel his stare boring into the side of your head, drilling through your hair and flesh and membrane and bones to find just what electrical frequencies were flitting around deep in your nervous system.

"i do love you."

"i know," you replied quietly, a smile coming up to your lips as you finally mustered the courage to look at him again.

"and i love your poems. i wish you'd shared them with me before. but just because i've seen them now, that doesn't mean you have to show me every time."

you gave a nod, leaning into him, until your head fit onto his shoulder like a piece from a jigsaw puzzle finding just where it deserves to be.

"and please don't be afraid to ask if you're unsure how i feel about you — because the answer will never change," damian added, the soft weight of his head coming to lean against yours filling you with a minute sense of bliss. maybe he was telling the truth. maybe you could believe him. maybe you could let go of your worries. "maybe the feeling will change, get bigger, but i will always smile when you kiss me."

[tubbytarchia]

in Jimmy's last Impossible SMP ep, while they're walking a bridge over water, Jimmy punches Joel (unsure if he had intent to punch him off altogether, didn't look like it), Joel manages to tap him back before he can run away. Later they're crossing that same bridge and Jimmy does this again, and when Joel turns around and starts approaching him, Jimmy backs away and runs off and into water by himself on accident, saying he was frightened and scared. We all know I'm insane already but. trauma response anyone

Jimmy feeling so comfortable around Joel to even hit him is so important to me. Joel's presence is just encouraging, and recently he's been more encouraging verbally too. The way Jimmy can tease and hit him without a harsh quip or punishment right back at him, without so much as a word from Joel oftentimes. Sure this could be applied to some other players too but they're not significant, Joel is important, just inherently to Jimmy (may I remind you how Jimmy hasn't referenced or placed importance on any sacrifice made to him except for the one Joel attempted) and also because he didn't used to let Jimmy get away with stuff like that as easily. He's been a prime contributor to the ecosystem. Even after Joel hits him back on that bridge, Jimmy teases "I forgive you" as if he wasn't the one to start it, and Joel doesn't follow that up with any quip. And he hits Joel again, and idk what it was that didn't make him shy away from it after the first instance, but he gets frightened, in spite of initiating it, in spite of knowing Joel is likely to hit him back (which is fair game, mutual). I don't know mannnn something fucked up here to me

[sttoru]

gojo satoru was a liar.

“you’re my first love.”

to say you were baffled by this new drop of information by your lover was an understatement. you’d been dating satoru for a month now—you were friends before that. you know his playful personality well enough to be able to look through all of his jokes and teasing comments.

“hah, tha’s a funny one.” you chuckle sheepishly as you continue to gaze at the sky. you were standing at the rooftop of a building after finishing a mission together, the beautiful sunset a welcomed change after the chaos.

there was no way satoru — the gojo satoru — hadn’t been in love with anyone before you. his good looks, his power, his status, his money. . . you were sure satoru had been with many women before you. he easily could if he wanted to after all.

“not joking.” satoru frowns as you don’t believe him. it wasn’t a frown out of frustration at your reaction, but rather in a sad pouty way. his slender fingers run over the knuckles of your hand which he held;

“i’m completely serious—only ever had eyes for you.”

the doubt in your eyes was like a dagger through his heart.

“could you please believe me?”

you turn your head and tilt it up to look at the white-haired man—the light illuminating his features perfectly. especially those glossy lips. those kissable glossy lips that seem to be a magnet, begging to meet yours.

there was no way. you? out of all people he could get. ‘yeah, right,’ is what you thought to yourself. though, you knew better than to doubt satoru when he spoke so seriously to you. that usual jokey tone nowhere to be found in his smooth voice.

a rare sight; satoru being completely serious. without bursting into laughter or making even the smallest of jokes.

“yeah. i believe you.” you nod, not knowing what to say to the unexpected information he decided to share. a silence, only interrupted by the distant noises of cars honking, makes you once again realise how serious this conversation had turned out to be.

“no, ya don’t. i can see it in your eyes, baby.”

‘baby’ — your heart skips a beat. you were the only one he has ever referred to with those adoring pet and nicknames. the only one satoru’s allowed himself to be vulnerable with.

satoru’s hand finds its way to the side of your face, fingertips scratching the skin near your ear gently as he guides your body towards his. like two unstoppable forces, your bodies press against one another, feeling like one.

“look at me,” your boyfriend mutters and you do as told, your doubts instantly clearing once the sheer adoration and love radiating from his magical blue eyes tell you enough. that’s enough evidence to support his first comment —

“mhm. that’s it.” satoru sighs softly and leans in to kiss you softly, his lips on yours making you dizzy in the best ways possible, his other hand on the small of your back to push you closer to him than you already were.

the kiss was the cherry on top.

once you pulled away, the love in his gaze hasn’t faded at all. in fact, the intensity of his love for you seemed to have increased. satoru was absolutely smitten with you.

he smiles gently once he sees the realisation hit you. that was all he wanted to achieve by saying what he said to you; the pure joy on your face once you come to know that you were indeed his first ever love. the first person he’s loved in all those years he’s lived;

“my pretty girl — my one and only.”

gojo satoru was anything but a liar.

[gghostwriter]

[Requests are closed]

-> Currently in the process of tackling all the requests and part 3 of ‘One Single Thread of Gold’

Hi, you can call me Pau. I’m in my 20s and a self proclaimed spencer reid writer and a closeted aaron hotchner girl. My askbox is always open for questions and yapping.

Disclaimer: All one shots and requests are written in fem!reader but my two series are fem!oc

You can check out my reading library for book recommendations!

Most recent fic: Cucumber Slices ↳ You invited over your boyfriend for his first official sleepover

One shots

Angst

Death of a Love Affair [sad] ↳ The three times you understood and the final time you couldn’t. Still Alive for My Lover [happy] ↳ The four times Spencer brushes with death and the fifth time he’s reborn to find his way back to you Dead Man Walking [sad] ↳ The three times memories of his broken promises plagued Spencer’s mind and the final time he’s faced with the consequences Poison Me, I'm Fine [sad] ↳ Your choice of poison was Spencer Reid. Who knew he would kill you and set you free in the process Knots of Yearning ↳ Spencer lies by omission or in which Spencer acts like he doesn’t know how to tie a tie just to get you to do it for him A Series of Happenstance ↳ The three times Spencer loathed to see you and the one time he pleaded to Three's a Sideshow ↳ Spencer misses an important date and ends up paying the consequences How Three Became One ↳ In the aftermath of your failed make-up anniversary dinner, the third person in the relationship reaches out to you Emails He Didn’t Send ↳ Through a series of unsent emails, Spencer laments through the loss of his life.

Fluff

You’re the Risk, I’ll Take it ↳ The three times Spencer followed advice and the one time he didn't. Language of Devotion ↳ You caught Spencer learning a new skill—your native language One Single Thread of Gold ↳ The 3 times Penelope tries to solve a Spencer Reid riddle and the 1 time she (and the team) meet the reason behind all the changes. Camaraderie ↳ Spencer and some unwanted guests catch you singing at a bad time Wanted: A Gentleman ↳ Your lovely group of friends, Penelope, JJ, and Emily, set you up with your perfect match If You Love Me Right ↳ Emily asks an all important question regarding the next step of your relationship with Spencer Whispered Truths ↳ Your weekly reading club with boyfriend, Spencer Reid, has never been as sweet and life-changing as this night Lips of a Gentleman ↳ A spontaneous museum date alters your relationship with Spencer for the better The Language of Flowers ↳ Spencer prepares a personalized gift for his first date with you Level-One Intruder ↳ Spencer apprehends an unexpected but adorable trespasser Time Gave No Compass, Were There Clues? ↳ The three times fate brings you to cross paths with a certain handsome stranger and the one time he purposely crosses with yours Intruder’s Heist ↳ The inner musings of the amazing Mr Chewie, the good and the bad

Comfort

Deepest Fear ↳ Spencer wakes from a nightmare and you comfort him Out of Sunshine ↳ Having forgotten your dinner date, Spencer comforts his usually sunshine girlfriend Have Your Cake ↳ Spencer notices a change in you that he tries to address Time is a Fickle Thing ↳ Spencer realizes how important it is to occupy the present and be active in the little things

Mini Series

A Series of Happenstance [1] ↳ Spencer Reid x House!Daughter!Reader One Single Thread of Gold [1] [2] ↳ Spencer Reid x Fashion!Reader Three's A Sideshow [1] [2] [3] ↳ Spencer Reid x BreakUp!Reader Wanted: A Gentleman [1] [2] [3] ↳ Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader [Inspired by Short n' Sweet]

Series

Entangled Strings of Fate - Fem!OC x Spencer [ongoing] Caltech, Pasadena - Cleo considers herself a woman of logic With an IQ of 158 and an eidetic memory, how could she not. But meeting Spencer, the boy genius to hers, had her believing in intangible theories like the invisible string and the fates itself. Now, if only he would notice the depth of her feelings. Trope - Friends to Lovers; Eventual Romance Last update - Sept 26 [chapter 8] ; Next update - tba

Yours Truly, Romeo - Fem!OC x Spencer [finished] Washington, DC - A string of grizzly murders and obsessive love letters causes Olivia and Spencer’s paths to intertwine. With a serial killer proclaiming his undying devotion to her and the thick tension surrounding her and her agent turned bodyguard, Olivia’s life is writing out like a contemporary love story that she, as a successful writer, could see herself publishing. Trope - Strangers to Lovers, Mystery, Romance

Requests.

💗 fluff || 💥 angst || 💧hurt/comfort

Hallucinate 💗 ↳ Spencer gets in one accident and thinks you are more than a friend. He believes you're his wife. Blackout 💗 ↳ Spencer finds you passed out on the bathroom floor Phantasmagoria 💗 ↳ Due to an injury, you mistakenly believe Spencer's your husband Birds of a Feather 💗 ↳ Spencer catches you drawing him and he shyly poses for it Bundle of Nerves 💗 ↳ You pass out during work hours and Spencer worriedly rushes to see you Ice Princess 💗 ↳ You take down an unsub and the team finds out a truth about you Sentencing 💗💧 ↳ Spencer (and team) support you during a court hearing His 💗💥 ↳ You visit Spencer in prison and he reacts to the lewd remarks thrown your way Cherished 💗 ↳ Spencer arrives home to a very sweet surprise Down Under 💗 ↳ Spencer questions your colorful vocabulary and it's meaning Cocoa Powder 💗 ↳ While Spencer is in prison, you discover a secret Eden 💗 💥 ↳ Spencer worries for his roommate [based on 'Eden' by Hozier] Curveball 💗 ↳ Spencer proposes in the middle of chasing an unsub Special Diet 💗 ↳ You, a certified wine connoisseur, say no to a glass of wine and in which the team reacts to Rewriting History 💗 💥 ↳ Spencer takes you as his date to his high school reunion In the Ether 💗 ↳ You and Spencer frolic in the countryside fields Lightweight 💗 ↳ Spencer introduces you, a professional wrestler, to his found family Intermezzo 💗 ↳ You made an unexpected move that crosses your path with a handsome stranger Cucumber Slices 💗 ↳ You invited over your boyfriend for his first official sleepover

[2hightocare]

UNEXPECTED NEWS!

Synopsis: Pregnant with your first child, how do you plan on dropping the news to your husband?

Genre: married au! KUWTB!

Warnings: whole lotta fluff.. cussing, mentions of sex, playful banter, found family… just fucking fluff bye.

a/n: well long awaited drabble.. I honestly adore all of them so much… Jungkook and oc were being extra cutesy (they usually play fighting all the time) in this.. enjoy🤍 ps I’m high as fuck so ignore all mistakes.

ask! KUWTB💌

“You’re fucking pregnant?” Your best friend whispers, Eunbi stares at you with wide eyes and mouth hanging open.

You had been feeling weird these past few days, from your emotions being all over the place to throwing up whenever you ate something. Jungkook was worried about what was wrong, but you just told him that you were on your period, which was a lie since you hadn’t had it in some time now.

So, here you are, sitting against the wall in the bathroom of Eunbi’s house with a positive pregnancy test in your hand. “I’m going to be an auntie!” Eunbi dances in front of you, her blonde hair coming undone from her bun.

“Oh my god, I’m pregnant.” It finally clicks in your brain that a small human is forming in your belly at this very moment, tears start streaming down your face.

You and Jungkook have been married for five years now. When you first got married, you both said you would enjoy your marriage and have fun. And that’s exactly what you did; you traveled a lot, went out to parties until five in the morning, did spontaneous stuff all the time.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Eunbi rushes to your side, kneeling down in front of you, lifting your face up. “Are these happy tears or sad tears?” She asks, her thumbs wiping your tears away, ruining your makeup.

“Both.” You sniffle, your eyes finally meeting her hazel eyes.

“Wanna talk about it?” Eunbi asks slowly, trying to read your expression.

Eunbi has been your best friend since college days; she was your dorm roommate. You both majored in the same thing, meaning you guys had almost every class together.

“It’s just that..” you pout, as the tears continue to fall.

“I’m happy, I’m really happy. But Kook and I haven’t talked about having a baby anytime soon. I don’t know how he’ll react.” You explain, as Eunbi only nods her head.

“Y/n, that man loves you so much, it’s even absurd what he would do for you. Knowing him, he would literally jump off a cliff for you. I don’t think he’ll react badly, but if he does, I’ll have the guys throw him off the cliff. Anyways, he loves you a lot with a baby or without a baby.” Eunbi says, helping you stand up before hugging.

“How do you think I should tell him?” You sniffle, as Eunbi chuckles, letting go of you.

“Pregnancy reveal plan in the making!” Eunbi says.

“And can we get out of here, this is where Yoongi takes his shits, it kinda smells bad,” Eunbi scrambles to the door, which has you laughing, following her lead out of the bathroom.

…

It’s been two days since you found out you were pregnant, but you haven’t told Jungkook anything yet. Eunbi and you planned a way of telling him the day you found out, so here you are, nervous as hell in Jungkook's car, trying to calm your nerves.

After a couple of minutes, you step out of the car with your shoulder bag and some shopping bags. You lock the car behind you and make your way to the main door.

“Hi baby, how did it go?” Your husband greets you the minute you walk in from the couch. “What did you buy?” Jungkook pauses the show he was just watching, putting all his attention on you, making grabby hands for you to go to him.

“Want a haul?” You giggle, making your way to him who pats his lap for you to sit on, which you do after dropping the bags beside him.

“Better have used my card,” he gives you a glare which you only roll your eyes playfully, reaching for your Prada bag before pulling out his black card and handing it to him. “Keep it, you use it more than me,” waves you off, giving your neck a wet kiss.

“Did the girls not go? I was on the phone with Taehyung, and he said Ari was making dinner.” Jungkook gives your thigh a squeeze, helping you adjust in his lap. “Ari said she was really busy with work, and Lora was taking care of Jiho since Jin is working.” You explain, running your fingers through his messy curls.

“You went by yourself? I could’ve gone with you, baby.” Jungkook pouts at you, which you shake your head with a smile. “Eunbi went with me, plus you had work,” You squeeze his cheeks.

“Tsk, I missed you,” He smiles, pulling your face closer to his before connecting his lips to yours. Your eyes immediately flutter closed, mirroring his smile against your lips.

“I have to show you something.” You bring up, your stomach doing a turn. “Show me,” He smiles, patting your thigh, before you climb off his lap, reaching for the shopping bags.

“Are you going to give me a haul?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow at you, which you only wink back as a response.

“So, I got a lot of makeup,” you say, showing him every product you got, which he listened to carefully even though he had no clue what half of the stuff you bought is used for. “I got us these, so we can all match,” you pull out the biggest Nike shoe box first, passing it to your husband.

“These are sick as fuck,” Jungkook holds up the black and white high tops. “Let me see yours.” He motions to the other box in the bag; you hand him your shoe box. Instead of high tops, they’re low instead.

“Super cute, they match your outfit right now,” He says about your pink long sleeve bodysuit. “They do, don't they,” You say, cracking your fingers nervously to show him the much smaller box in the bag.

“Oh, who’s this one for?” Jungkook reached for the small box, opening it to be met with tiny matching shoes. “Are these for Jiho? I don’t think they would fit him,” Your husband brings up the only child in the family as he holds the tiny shoe in his palm.

“They’re not for Jiho..” You nervously say, as you dig into your bag, pulling out the positive pregnancy test.

“You’re fucking kidding,” Jungkook's mouth hangs open as he stares at your teary eyes. You shake your head, tears start falling down your eyes watching your husband that’s stuck in place with wide eyes.

“I’m going to pass out, baby, are you serious?” Jungkook's face scrunches up as tears fill his eyes, “baby, you’re pregnant?” He drops the shoes and moves closer to you, his hands holding your face waiting for you to say something.

“Yes, I’m pregnant,” You sniffle with a smile, reaching to wipe your husband's tears. Before you know it, he jumps up, fist bumps the air, and starts screaming.

“Fuck yes!” He shouts to the air as he runs around the house as you burst out laughing, “I’m going to be a dad, oh my fucking god!” He runs back to pick you up from the carpet, smashing his lips on yours, spinning around.

“You’re going to be a mommy, you’re going to be such an amazing mom,” Jungkook says between each kiss he leaves all over your face, making you giggle. You felt stupid for even worrying in the first place how he would react.

“I think it’s going to be a boy,” Jungkook sets you down, “Baby, it’s been two days since I found out,” You say,

“You knew for two days and you didn’t tell me?” He gasps dramatically, “I was thinking about how to tell you,” you reassure him, which he only nods, giving you a big fat kiss.

“Do you think it’s too soon to buy his crib right now?” Jungkook asks enthusiastically.

“Jeon..” you give him a look, “yes it’s too early and don’t call it ‘he,’ we don’t know what it might be,” you say, before getting on your tiptoes, leaving a kiss on his lips, leaving him in the living room making your way to the kitchen.

“You just called him and ‘it,’ that's so much worse!” Jungkook argues, following behind you.

…

“Your handwriting is shit, to say the least,” you say as your husband writes on the small index card. “You have a way to flirt with me, baby, thank you so much, I love you too,” he says as he glares up at you before returning to writing on the card.

“Do you even think they’ll open the cookies?” You pop your hip out, watching your husband. “You know they only come to our house for the cookies, right? They don’t give a fuck about us,” Jungkook bites a laugh as you pout. “Well, now I don’t want to tell them shit,” you joke, staring at the words on the card.

“Do you even think they’ll understand that? They’re a little slow,” Jungkook wraps his hand over your shoulder, messing up your perfectly curled hair. “Um, they'll figure it out, they got a Joonie to help them,” you shrug before stealing a cookie from the packet and running off.

“I’m so hungry,” Lora says, her hand on her stomach as if that would silence the growling happening inside.

“There are cookies on the counter,” you point to the kitchen, which Jungkook smirks at you.

With that, everyone stands up, dashing to the kitchen, acting like they never had a cookie in their life. You truly had no idea how all of you became obsessed with chocolate chip cookies; all of your guys' houses have a bunch of packages lying everywhere to eat. It was common and normal for all of you; for others, it might seem bizarre seeing grown adults fight over cookies.

“I swear cookies taste so much better in Kook's house,” Jimin rants as he watches Hoseok open the bag, stopping in his tracks as he reads the note. Lora and Ari try reaching in for a cookie, completely ignoring the note but getting swatted away by Namjoon.

“Y/n is pregnant!” Namjoon shouts, which sends everyone's mouths hanging open. “You’re fucking joking!” Seokjin gasps as he runs towards you and Jungkook, embracing you in a tight hug.

“Oh my god, they really got down to business,” Taehyung says, getting a swat from Lora who’s glaring at him before pointing her eyes at Jiho beside her. “Am I the only one who doesn’t get the note?” Jimin says as he reads the card, as everyone congratulates and hugs you and Jungkook.

“Eat up, mommy Y/n doesn’t want to be the only one with a belly, love baby!” Jimin reads the card, holding it up in the air after he’s done reading it.

“I told you someone was not going to know what it meant,” Jungkook whispers into your ear, only for you to hear, which makes you chuckle under your breath.

“You’re just mad I had to explain it to you,” you whisper back, which gets you a kiss on your cheek.

[supernovafics]

bestfriend!steve comforting you after a break up

wc: 875

a/n: this short thing was born because "walking in the rain" by we all together has been stuck on repeat for me currently. enjoy!

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“hey, what are you doing out here?” 

you were somehow able to hear steve’s voice over the heavy sound of the rain. 

seeing his maroon bmw was unexpected, and if it was any other moment it would’ve been a pleasant surprise, but in this one it wasn’t because you had really just wanted to be alone. 

“i’m just walking,” you answered, not stopping to walk over to his car and instead continuing your path down the sidewalk; you weren’t entirely sure where you were going, but you didn’t really mind that right then. 

“walking?” steve asked, his tone incredulous and slightly amused. “it’s pouring out.”

all you could do was shrug in response because you didn’t want to say anything right then; not even to your best friend. 

you hoped that would be the end of it. that steve would understand that your shrug meant that you wanted to be left alone and he’d drive away, leaving you out here walking in the rain on this random tuesday afternoon. but of course, he didn’t drive off. 

instead, he pulled over and parked his car on the random street and then ran to catch up with you; his scoops ahoy uniform immediately getting soaked in the process along with his hair.  

“what’s wrong?” he asked, falling into step with you. 

you shook your head instead of verbally answering him because you knew that it would be too hard to outwardly lie to him. 

steve looked at you, confusion and worry written so clearly across his features because he didn’t know what was up with you in this moment. 

the rain hid your tears well, but it didn’t hide how puffy and red your eyes were. 

“are you crying?” he asked. “what happened?”

you wiped at your cheeks with the sleeve of the jacket you were wearing, and it did absolutely nothing to help, but the action still felt slightly soothing. “i don’t really want to talk about it right now.” 

“okay,” steve responded, matching your quiet tone and not pushing you further. “we can keep walking.”

and so you did. continued walking down the random sidewalk and letting the rain fill the silence lingering between you two. 

until you finally did say something. 

“nate and i broke up. well, actually, he, um, he broke up with me… he ended things,” you said and then you quickly continued before steve could respond. “and i didn’t want to talk about this right now. i wanted to wait until i was at least a little less sad about it to tell you, but...” you trailed off with a halfhearted shrug. 

“i’m sorry,” steve told you, voice soft and hand finding yours, giving it a light reassuring squeeze. 

“it’s okay.” 

it was obvious that your words were a lie— there was nothing about how affected you felt by the abrupt end of this six month relationship that felt okay— but steve decided against calling you out on it. 

he gave your hand another squeeze. “can we go to my car now before we end up getting sick out here?”

“okay,” you whispered and for a second, you thought that he wasn’t able to hear you over the sound of the rain, but then he was leading the way back to his car. 

“i just don’t get it, y’know,” you said, voice still quiet, once you were sitting in steve’s passenger seat. your rain-soaked clothes were starting to stick to you in an uncomfortable kind of way, but you weren't really focused on that right then. “what i did wrong.”

“you didn’t do anything wrong.” the certainty in his voice surprised you as much as it managed to comfort you.  

you turned to look at him, the smallest frown on your face. “how could you possibly know that?”

“because i know you and you’re great.”

his words made you smile, just a little bit, which was a nice contrast from how shitty you’d been feeling for the last hour. it was typical steve behavior, him doing anything and everything to make you feel better.  

you’d been used to it from the moment you two met in third grade when you tripped while playing on the playground and he cracked jokes during the entire walk to the nurses office to take your mind off of the pain of your scraped knees. 

“i never liked nate, by the way,” he continued. 

“i know you didn’t,” you responded. “which is what makes this a thousand times more embarrassing.”

you knew that if you had just avoided nate like steve had suggested from the beginning none of this would be happening. you wouldn’t have been walking around aimlessly in the rain and you wouldn’t have needed your best friend to save you from your own sadness. 

 “do you want me to take you to your place or mine?” steve asked softly, breaking the growing quiet. 

“yours,” you answered immediately. you couldn’t imagine not being with him right now— in his house, in whatever t-shirt and sweatpants he’d offer you to change into, on his couch watching bad movies until it got late and you dragged yourselves to his bed to sleep like you’d done a million times before. “please.”

steve nodded. “of course. anything for you.”

[shadowkoo]

love me softly

→ Summary: When your long-distance boyfriend's visit falls through, you decide to make the most of your free time. But after a day out, you're in for an unexpected surprise when you get home.

↠ taeyong x f.reader | 1.9k words | 18+ ↠ genre: angst, fluff, smut, established relationship, idol au, long distance au

→ Warnings: lots of pet names, a touch of sad vibes in the beginning but that turns around pretty quickly, the sweetest softest smut i’ve written in a while, praise kink, the lightest hair pulling idk if it really counts lol, body worship (yong really really love his girl okay), creampie, unprotected & explicit sex, if i’m missing any lemme know

→ Networks: @k-vanity @ksmutsociety

→ Author Note: happy october :) this is just a lil shortie oneshot (which was supposed to be a drabble skldjfa;lksdfj) to get me back on writing track, i’ve got a big spooky fic coming in the next few weeks!! divider credit

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“I know, baby, I’m sorry,” Taeyong mumbles through his phone. “It’s taking us longer to film than we anticipated, so I’m gonna be delayed another day at least.”

Your boyfriend had initially set aside time in his very busy schedule to come visit you after he finished filming his newest music video in LA; which should’ve wrapped up a few days ago. Since you live on opposite sides of the world, he wanted to take advantage of being only a few states apart instead continents apart. You’re just a quick three hour flight away and he’s been thinking about seeing you ever since he planned this break in his schedule.

Except his plans keep changing; first it was production problems and now it’s the weather. They just can’t catch a break. And all of this is cutting into the time he is supposed to spend with you.

“Is it even worth visiting now? We’ll only have a day or two left from the week we planned together."

Taeyong’s brows furrow, “It’s worth it to me, you’re worth it. I know it’s not ideal, baby, but I miss you so much. Even if we only have a couple of hours together, I’ll still come to you when this is finished.”

Hearing the film crew calling his name through the phone, you sigh, letting the welled up tears fall down your cheeks. They’re ready to start filming the next scene and he has to go, again. You won’t be seeing him today, again.

“Honey, I’m so sorry. I have to get back on set. I’ll text you later, okay?” Taeyong’s heart rips into pieces when he hears you sniffle.

“Okay, I love you,” you whisper.

“I love you so much, Y/N.” He hangs up and takes a couple of deep breathes, blinking back his own tears. He hates when you’re hurt, especially when it’s his fault. Taeyong lets out a puff of air, time to pull it together. The faster he perfects this scene and those to follow, the faster he can be on his way to you.

It’s the next day, and you wake up with swollen eyes from crying all night. You push back the blankets and force yourself to get up. Sitting at home and being sad all day won’t do you any good.

You know that it’s not Taeyong’s fault he keeps getting delayed, everything that’s happened has just been an unfortunate string of events. You’ll admit that going to see him had crossed your mind last night, but then you thought better of it.

Girlfriends at work can cause problems, you don’t want to distract him or be in the way of the crew. Plus, you two haven’t fully gone public with your relationship yet. His management team has been informed for a while now, and other NCT member’s know too.

But the millions of fans? That’s a daunting step that you two haven’t taken yet. You’re not necessarily hiding your relationship, but you’re not flaunting it out in front of the world either.

As you get dressed, you shoot a quick text to your friend Fia to confirm your plans for coffee and a trip to the bookstore. Running on little sleep, you're in serious need of caffeine, and you've been eagerly waiting for your favorite author’s new book to drop.

She replies almost instantly, saying she’s in and excited to see you. You skip your usual makeup routine and throw your hair into a loose ponytail before heading out the door.

Stepping outside onto the leaf-littered sidewalk, you can’t help but smile—it’s finally October, your favorite time of year. The air feels crisp, and everything has that warm, cozy vibe that you love, from now until the end of the year. It’s the perfect season for coffee dates, soft sweaters, and losing yourself in a good book.

Fia is saving you a window seat inside her favorite cafe, “Hi! It’s been too long, I got you an Iced Pumpkin Chai.” She cheerfully hands you the drink, “So, how have you been? I thought Taeyong would be coming with you?”

“Ahh, right,” you say, before taking your first sip. “He’s stuck in LA unfortunately, but I still wanted to catch up you.”

“Oh no, that’s a bummer,” she says, resting a hand on your arm. “How are you handling it?”

“Better than last time, but it’s still not fun.”

“I bet, well if you get lonely you’re always welcome to come stay with me. I don’t think James will mind.” James is Fia’s elderly cat, who takes his naps on the windowsill quite seriously. He’s to sleepy to care when Fia has visitors, as you’ve witnessed.

“I might take you up on that offer.”

Meeting up with Fia completely turned your day around. The two of you sipped coffee, chatted about your latest reads, and vented about the upcoming book-to-movie adaptations that are sure to fall short. Then, you made your way to the bookstore, continuing the conversation.

After each grabbing a few books, Fia convinces you to go thrift shopping with her next. By the time you finally make it home, your arms are loaded with the day’s haul.

You set down the bags so you can punch in your door key code, letting yourself in. The afternoon sunlight shines through your windows, illuminating the beautiful bouquet of marigolds on your table with a warm glow.

‘Hmm, that’s weird,’ you think to yourself as you set the bags down next to them, ‘Did I buy these earlier this week and forget about them? That would be just like me with everything that’s been on my mind.’

You think nothing of it and head to your bedroom, ready to change into comfier clothes for the rest of the night. Earlier, on the walk home you decided you’d spend the rest of your night by making your favorite soup for dinner, and then settling in for a Halloweentown movie marathon.

Just inside your bedroom door, you see a hoodie drapped over a suitcase. Your heart swells as your eyes drift over to the bed, where your boyfriend is peacefully sleeping. Not wanting to wake him, you change quietly and climb into bed and wrap yourself around him, you need to make sure this is real and not a figment of your imagination.

He rolls over and envelops you in his arms, kissing you softly. “Mmm, I was wondering when you’d get back.”

It’s really him.

“How are you here right now?” you ask, pulling back to scan his face.

“We finished filming late last night. Well technically this morning around 3am, and I got on the first available flight.”

“How long have you been here?” you ask next.

“Not long, just enough for me to change out of airport clothes and climb in bed,” he chuckles, pulling you back in for another sweet kiss. His lips gently press against yours and a hand reached around to the back of your head, letting down your hair so his fingers could run through the loose strands.

Taeyong tugs your hair with the lightest touch, but enough for you to let out a soft gasp. He uses the opportunity to push his tongue in past your parted lips.

Your hands rub up his solid chest, and you moan into his mouth as his kisses get a little more rough, a little more desperate.

“Did you like your flowers?” he asks when your lips are just barely touching.

“They’re beautiful,” you giggle, “I couldn’t figure out where they came from. I thought I might have gone crazy.”

“I saw them at the market just down the street and they reminded me of how radiant you always are.” His eyes gaze into yours and you can see that he really means that. Your heart melts.

“Ugh, I missed you,” you murmur before pulling him in for another long kiss, only separating when you need air.

He admires how swollen and wet your lips are while he hovers over you, looking down with desire-filled eyes.

“I missed you so much. I missed kissing you. I missed the way you taste. The way you mewl when I touch you right here,” he whispers, his hand slipping in between your legs, sliding them under your panties until his fingers find their way home.

Tossing your head back into the pillows, you squeeze your eyes shut as one finger, and then two, dip inside your slick heat.

“God, so wet already.” His fingers pump into you again and they curl at the right moment, lighting your body on fire. He keeps a leisurely pace, wanting to savor every second of this. He can take you from behind later. Right now he wants to prove how much he missed you. How much he loves you.

“Mmm, yes,” you moan, having longed for this so much over the past few months. He knows you so well, your body is so in tune with his. “Let me touch you too,” you breath as your fingers find his waistband. You stroke his growing length. Feeling the weight of him in your palm has always makes your mouth water for what is to come.

Rough Taeyong is devilishly hot, but soft and sensual Taeyong is a whole other breed of demon. He’ll worship you until you’re a dripping mess.

He watches intently as your eyes flutter shut, knowing very well that you’re close. He strategically presses his thumb up against your aching clit, rubbing in dangerous circles until he feels your walls start to tense. “Come for me, babe. Come all over my fingers like the good girl I know you are.”

His words are enough to send you over the edge. He swallows your loud moans while you clench around his fingers, coming beautifully undone and writhing underneath him.

Taeyong lets you ride out the waves, completely captivated by how ethereal you look in that moment. “You’re a goddess,” he breathes, bending down to meet your mouth once again. He pulls back, only to remove your clothing before removing his own.

“Love me, ‘Yongie,” you beg, needing to feel him inside you, just needing him.

“Always.” He moves a hand to cup your cheek while he slowly sinks into your wet slit. No matter how many times he’s with you, he’ll never get over how perfect you are. He bites back a moan when he hits your cervix. A perfect fucking fit, every single time.

He moves with a pace so slow it feels like divine torture. “I’ll never get tired of this,” he groans, pulling out until just his tip is held between your folds, then rolling his hips back inward.

“OH my god,” you moan, your nails digging into his bare back, “You feel so good.”

Taeyong nestles his head into your neck, bringing you closer and closer to the release that you crave.

“I’m close, baby, so close,” you whine. “Come in me,” you beg, pleading for him to release into you. 

Taeyong hisses, his movements becoming more jerky. “I love you,” he groans as the coil snaps inside you. Waves of pleasure wash over your body, the sparks tingling through your veins. He follows your suit, tensing as your inner walls writhe around his length, milking him of his creamy seed.

He collapses next to you, whispering I love you’s into your ear as you both catch your breath.

“So,” you begin once you finally remember how to speak, “Wanna help me make dinner?”

“In a bit,” he sighs, pulling your limp body on top of his to kiss you lazily, “I’m not done loving you yet.”

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If It's True

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x female!reader

Summary: When an unexpected guest crashes your House's welcome feast for the Harkonnens, your life unknowingly becomes the start of a sad, sad song.

Word Count: 872

TW: Manipulation, Dark!Feyd-Rautha (so Regular Feyd-Rautha), she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, songfic

A/N: Hi, it's your friendly neighborhood shitposter. I'm taking a huge leap of faith with this fic, because I truly haven't written anything in YEARS. This idea has been bouncing around in my head for days, thus "the trilogy was born". This is meant to be Part One of a three part series, based on different songs from the musical Hadestown. I've obviously written this with very very dark interpretations of the songs and the themes. If enough people like it, I'll post parts two and three. Please let me know if it's any good, I'd love some feedback :)

AO3

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dune properties, characters, or storylines-- nor do I own anything related to Hadestown. The images used in this are not my own, and any similarities to stories other than what I derive inspiration from are strictly coincidence.

What’s the use of his backbone

If he never stands upright?

“We welcome you to Kolhar, my lords Baron and na-Baron. Our House humbly offers our services and facilities to your use. I toast to our continued cooperation and to the strength of our Houses.”

As your father raised his cup, others of our House followed suit. The official welcome feast was well underway, though House Harkonnen had been planetside for at least a week already. The past few days had been for inspecting our mines and factories, ensuring that our production of their ships and swords were up to standard. 

Now? Pure pageantry. You found it a bit redundant, but it was necessary to ensure your good standing among the Houses of the Imperium. It was a grand occasion, in which the leaders of your father’s council were present, as well as the highest ranked mine workers. 

The doors to the large hall slam open, a familiar figure storming in. Your heart flutters at the sight of your beloved parting the crowds before him. The man who you had met by complete coincidence, one of the workers in a local steel mine, who you had spent the better part of a year meeting in secret—had crashed the court. You noticed a bruise growing on his cheek and blood trickling down his temple, indicating that his journey to enter through the doors was easier said than done. His voice soon bellowed throughout the hall. 

“My Lord Duke, I refuse to let your daughter’s hand be taken by the na-Baron. She cannot marry him.” 

The crowd gasps, as do you. You had spent the past week showing the na-Baron Feyd-Rautha around the grounds, the training of your most fierce warriors, and the best of your planet’s culture. You had shared a laugh or two and shown your prowess as a leader. Yes, you’d spent quite a bit of time with him, but marriage? This was news to you. 

You turn to your father, who gives you an apologetic grimace. Several Harkonnen guards step forward to seize the love of your life. You quickly stand to protest, but the na-Baron stops the guards in their track with a single snap of his fingers. He offers a hand to calm the crowd, an eerie stillness in his form.

“It is true, I have offered my hand to the Lady.”

I believe that with each other, 

we are stronger than we know.

“There must be a way around this. Even if this is in defiance of the court, they can’t punish all of us! We work their mines; they couldn’t truly function without us. We are the ones who truly hold the power! I implore you to stand with me, show them our strength!”

Your love stands strong, chin raised in the crowd, voice pleading with his brothers and sisters to stand beside him. He was convinced that this moment could provide a great revelation, that somehow your situation was different. That the consensus of a crowd could make the na-Baron stand down. Surely, your story could convince even the coldest of hearts that love can conquer all. He must have some sentimentality that resonates within him.

That's one of the main reasons why you fell in love with him. He's always so full of hope. Always willing to see the world as it could be, in spite of the way that it actually is.

But you knew better.

“This is treason.” Someone whispers in the room. Murmurs of assent soon follow, and your heart drops. The crowd around him quickly dissipates, as if the mere act of touching him promises death. 

And the ones who deal the cards

Are the ones who take the tricks

With their hands over their hearts

While we play the game they fix

You start to plead with your father to spare your lover. He doesn’t know any better, he wasn’t raised in the ways of politics or court. It’s purely out of his love and devotion to you, so please—

Feyd-Rautha stands up and the room is immediately devoid of sound. He cranes his neck to look at you.

“You love him?”

You swallow harshly, lifting your chin. “I do.” You went to your lover, making a bold statement in linking your fingers together. Presenting a united front. Hoping that somehow, your kind attitude the past week towards the na-Baron would allow this leniency.

A gleam flashes through his eyes, almost imperceptible. He gives a blackened smile, making show of placing his hand over his heart. Confusion fills you. He slithers down the steps towards the pair of you, boots echoing in the Feasting Hall, each step making your lover’s hand give a slight tremor. Your mind stands strong in its conviction, in the thought that you’ll have to fight for what you want. But a small tendril in the back of your mind gives the slightest hesitation. The smallest indication of hope. Maybe…

Piter leans towards his Baron, whispering concerns in his ears, but is quickly paused by the Baron’s hand. Vladimir gives a slow, menacing grin. He responds to his Mentat in a low voice,

“Don’t bother. You know that my nephew loves to play with his food.”

Is this how the world is?

[imaginesmai]

Right around the corner - Azriel (5)

AHHHHH this is the final part and let me tell you I'm SAD. It was so hard to write the ending you all deserve after all this love, so I tried my best. Let me know what you think! Also, you deserve A LOT, so I made it long hehehe. Don't worry, a request about the RATH universe is coming soon! If you want one too, drop it in my inbox!

(1), (2), (3), (4)

Plot: The story of how Azriel fixed what was broken, and how you forgave him.

Warnings: this is sad, but has a happy ending! Also, mental health issues.

No one expected the sidra to froze that year, and against everyone expectation, one day Velaris had woken up to see the riven covered by a silver layer. Children had missed school to skate in the solid surface, parents watching carefully from the edge. Some couples were skating too, holding hands and giggling endlessly.

You had been watching the new scene unfold all morning. And while you usually loved snow and ice as much as any child in town, you were starting to get a little sick of all the noise.

It wasn’t your new employee situation, who had been staring at the river all morning. She had already finished her duties, but always the polite and nice girl, Elain Archeron was keeping you company.

When you spotted for the third time the familiar red-head through the glass and she didn’t say anything, just sighed, you decided you had enough.

“You should tell him to get in before he freezes to death” you commented, still busy with measuring the ingredients.

“Oh, no” Elain blushed and looked away from the window. “No. He’s just… He can wait”

“He can, but doesn’t have to. You and Lucien should head out, rent ice skates and have a fun day. You already finished here” you smiled kindly at her, and before she could reply, you added. “I’m fine, I don’t even like cold weather. And I still need to finish this, which you can’t help me with. So, go”

Elain stared at you with uncertainty, and you tried to look as convinced as possible. Would you have liked her to stay? After all, she was one of the few people you socialized with these days. She had turned in when you opened the bakery again, right after you posted the sign about looking for a new partner.

And even if you had had your doubts when you discovered she was Feyre’s sister and Azriel’s friend, you considered her your own friend.

So, yeah, you would have liked her to stay. Because you were still awfully sad all the time, and her company was one of the few things that made your day better. But you being sad didn’t excuse her missing a wonderful day with her mate.

“It’s not closing time yet” her eyes danced between the glass and you. “He was supposed to wait for me at the house”

“Guess he’s too eager to see you. He’s been dancing around the bakery for a good hour” you chuckled. “Elain, I mean it. Go. Have fun. I’ll see you on Monday”

“Y/N, I promise I don’t mind waiting. It’s not like it will unfreeze”

“And I promise I don’t mind at all. So, go, have fun and tell me about it on Monday” you gripped her hand softly over the counter, nodding to the waiting mal outside. “Come on, go”

Lucien was once more outside the bakery, the only visible part of him his red hair. He was covered in thick layers, but still managed to smile when Elain kissed your cheek and took her coat on the way out.

You didn’t have it in you to watch them be affectionate with each other, so you looked down at your task and decided it would be the last of the day.

It was hard watching all those couples walking hand in hand and remembering the feel of his warm, scarred hand in yours. To hear a man laughing and remember the unexpected laughs you dragged out of him sometimes. Even looking at the river was painful, because you could almost see the ghost of Azriel and you learning how to skate in a frozen lake in the Illyrian mountains a few years ago.

You had seen Azriel around a few times now, walking through your bakery and waving at you through the glass. Two times he had been waiting at the door when it was late at night, silently walking you home from afar without talking. Almost two months had passed by and your feelings were still as messed up as before.

Though you didn’t cry as much as before, and you were starting to get better, you still wondered.

If Azriel getting help would mean your relationship would be fixed, or if it was broken permanently. Deep in your thoughts, and used as you were to Azriel’s shadows, you didn’t notice how they tugged on your apron until the door sounded again.

Elain’s name didn’t leave your lips, because as soon as the door opened, you lost your breath.  As if you had summoned him, Azriel walked through the door, beautiful as ever. He wasn’t in his usual training leather, but winter clothes that fit him as a glove. Instantly, you noticed he had lost weight. His shoulders were slumped and his body didn’t carry the usual grace of an Illyrian warrior.

“Hi”

His scarred hands, that had held you so many times and slaughtered so many enemies, were tucked in his coat’s pockets. You could feel the nervousness through the bond, the hesitance. Too stunned to answer, you only stared at him.

You had known that, eventually, he would talk to you. That you would have to do more than just wave at each other through the glass and stay silent when he sent you details through Elain. But still, you hadn’t expected it.

Unable to move, you only blinked.

“I saw Elain and Lucien heading out” he added, not looking away from you. ��It’s a nice day outside”

Azriel hadn’t finished before one of his new shadows scaped his control, sneaking around the counter. The familiar ones, that had been by your side since he left, danced around the new intrusion. It lifted your apron, and crawled up your neck.

The cool feeling was the last of your worries, because no matter how much you willed yourself to say something, you couldn’t even tear your eyes from him.

The bond flickered between the two of you, once more. Knowing that it was one-sided, that he didn’t wear it like you did, made break your trance.

“She’s finished for the day” you explained, sounding way more confident that what you felt.

“It’s a nice day, yeah” he repeated, not giving you time to feel awkward before he continued “I thought that maybe you wanted to take a walk with me. It’s cold, but we could… get coffee. Or chocolate, if you want”

Azriel gave you a half, broken smile. Hearing his voice again made you take ten steps backward.

“I have things to do”

You looked down to your current task, which could be easily discarded. You had left much important things half-done because of him, and you would have done it normally without a second thoughts. But no matter how heartful the conversation at your door had been, you just knew you weren’t ready to have a conversation without getting angry.

You knew you weren’t ready to forgive him.

His new shadow gripped your wrist tightly before disappearing, and you heard Azriel’s doubt. He wanted to say something else, and you wanted too. Still, you fell back to your measuring and ignored the way your vision blurred, how your knees became weak again.

Maybe going back to your duties was the only way not to break down again.

The silence continued for a long minute. You couldn’t not feel his presence, the way his scent filled the bakery and made your stomach turn. Your heart recognized what you needed, what you wanted, and threatened to jump out of your chest.

Before you could regret your words, Azriel opened the door again.

“You’re forgetting the yeast” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

When you looked up again, he only smiled. You opened your mouth to tell him to wait, maybe to fuck off and never come again. You didn’t have time, because Azriel closed the door behind him and he was gone.

The first tear fell against the unformed dough, followed by many more. You wouldn’t be finishing the blueberry cake that afternoon, you realized, as you crunched behind the counter and cried.

-

There was a storm coming, and everyone in Velaris had had the same idea – run to the market, buy everything they needed for a few days, and crowd themselves at home with their loved ones. You were trying to follow the first part of the plan, not having anyone to go home anymore. And if that wasn’t enough reason to drag you down, the crowd was getting intense.

Velaris’ market was a beautiful place, full of shops and nice vendors. But that day, the space felt too small.

You already had a few bags with you, yet there were a few more to go. Wanting to finish as soon as possible, you had ignored the rational part of your brain and had gotten in the middle of the crowd. You had only managed to buy milk and pasta, and still had a long way to go.

After Azriel’s brief appearance, your life had been messier than before. He had come by the bakery at least five times more, always offering you some kind of plan you rejected. Going to the park, for a flight or to a coffee shop. Taking walks, watching the sunset or training together.

You lived now half-prepared to see him walking through your door again, and not having the heart to tell him no. You weren’t sure if that thought frightened or comforted you.

In your haste, you had almost forgotten to buy provisions for the storm, and had found yourself on the worst day to do them. Crowded, loud and suffocating, that was how you would describe the market at that moment.

The fact that most people ran with their children and family wasn’t helpful at all.

Most of the times, it was Azriel who did the last-minute shopping for you. He knew you didn’t like crowds, loud places, that you did best in your bakery where only five people were allowed at a time.

Another shove broke you down from your daydreaming, and you looked back to see a pregnant woman staring with her eyebrows furrowed.

“The line is moving” she spatted, pointing to the small space ahead of you. “If you don’t move with it, you should step out”

“Oh, no” you chuckled softly. You picked up the bags on the ground and took the two small steps that you were supposed to. “Sorry, I just thought I could take a little bit more space. It’s crowded here”

“I don’t mind crowds, so if you want to step back, let me get first. I’m in a hurry”

“Me too” you gave her a polite smile, mindful of her state.

The short distance that separated you from the customer on the front was certainly not enough, and she knew it. Still, she looked at you with disapproval. There were only five more people to go until it was your turn, you could buy your snacks and run to the next stall.

You thought you could ignore the glare at the back of your neck, and you did for a few minutes. Without meaning to, you thought how everything with Azriel was easier. Not only people wouldn’t dare to talk to him like that, but also, he assured you a good meter of distance between you two and the rest of the world with his wings.

The snacks on your hands almost fell when, not even two seconds after the man took three steps forward, you were shoved again.

That time, when you looked back, the woman was accompanied by her mate. His wings covered her from the people behind them.

“You should really step out of the line” she repeated. “You might have all the time in the word, but we are in a hurry”

“Me too. You can’t expect me to be glued to that man” you tried to explain, anxiety coiling in your stomach. “He just moved”

“And you didn’t, which proves my point. Besides, it’s obvious you only have a few things. We have more”

“Which should be enough reason to let me go first, not only because I was here before you” you shrugged, feeling even more uncomfortable when the male huffed a laugh. “Maybe it’s you who shouldn’t have come here today if you can’t wait in a line”

You weren’t a threat for the woman, and you were trying really hard to be polite and prove your point. Besides, being pregnant wasn’t an easy task, and you could tell she was far along. Maybe you should have let her pass, or maybe told her to fuck off.

But before you could argue further, something clicked in the male’s eyes, wide with recognition.

And you would have preferred for him to go full berserk mode on you. Because you recognized that look, you had been receiving them for a while now.

The male elbowed the woman’s side softly, pointing with his chin towards you. You didn’t have time to turn back and avoid the conversation, because he spoke.

“You’re the shadowsinger’s mate” he announced, loud enough to make a few heads turn.

“Oh” the woman finally connected the dots and lunged forward to grab your arm so tight you couldn’t shake her off. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t recognize you”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry” you pushed your arm back, trying to let go.

While the woman apologized, you couldn’t help but listen to the whispers. The same ones you had heard in your bakery and through the streets. Some of them thrown in your face by rude or nosy customers that didn’t understand the concept of privacy, others by bystanders.

At the end, it was the woman who said it out loud, confirming what everyone in the small circle that had formed at the cue was wondering about. She finally let go of your arm and crossed hers in front of her body.

The look of pity wasn’t as bad as the confirmation.

“He rejected you, right?” it wasn’t a question, not when you didn’t answer and she continued. “We heard you’ve been mated for almost a century and he doesn’t want the bond. Is that true?”

It wasn’t true, but you didn’t have the heart to correct her. Instead, you turned around and used your wing-less privileges to sneak through the crowd. You kept your head down, as if that could stop you from hearing the comments or feeling the stares.

People had come up with an alternative version where Azriel and you had been mated for decades, for centuries. Where you had cheated on him or he had changed you for someone else. You had even heard that he had bonded with another person and had kicked you out of the house, and that you had been the one rejecting the bond.

Each version was farthest from the truth than the last one, but they all hurt the same. The crowd didn’t seem to get thinner no matter how deep you got in the market. Once the people who had heard the conversation were left behind, new people crowded you, worried about the girl panicking and running through the middle of the market.

There were a few occasions where you thought you would fall, where you tripped and almost embarrassed yourself farther. You had almost made it to the back entrance of the market when you finally realized you were tripping no more. There was no longer a crowd around you, nor whispers or hands reaching your way.

It took you another few steps to fully stop and assess the situation. When you looked back to see where the crowd was, you were met with a broad chest inches away from you. Through tearful eyes, you recognized Azriel’s wings tucking you away from people, his mere presence pushing them away.

You met his hazel eyes, full of worry and regret. His hair was longer, covering his brow, but you found comfort in his crooked nose, in his freckles, that you knew so well.

You noticed in his hands your bags that had been left in the stall, a new one with the snacks you were about to buy.

“What – what are you doing here?” you choked out, too grateful for the sudden moment of peace to wonder about anything else.

“I felt you through the bond, a few hours ago. Anxious and…” he stopped himself, his eyes scanning every tear that marked your cheeks. “I was just getting here when it got worse. I heard most of it. I’m –”

“Don’t say you’re sorry” you interrupted him. “It’s not your fault”

Out of the many things that were indeed his fault, people not minding their own business wasn’t his. You were used to him blaming himself for everything, from wars in other courts to people fighting in the street. The response came naturally.

Your nose was cold and runny, your hands frozen in your pockets, and your feet hurt. Besides all of that, you felt all wrong. Because you enjoyed his presence, because what they said, and because you couldn’t help but calm down when he was close.

Azriel didn’t say anything when you took the bags from his hands, thanking him quietly. He didn’t say anything as more people walked away from him, either because of his wings or because they recognized him.

“You don’t like last minute shopping”

It was a pointless observation, but it was better than to comment on how afraid he had been when, just outside the market, he felt the bond snap with urgence. His shadows knew where you were, and that you needed him, but even he had trouble running through crowds. Azriel also couldn’t talk about how mad he had been at everyone in that stall, how his new shadows had turned off every light and almost chocked them to death.

Azriel wanted to say that you were probably cold because you didn’t like your own coats, and most of the times wore one of his. He wanted to hug you, too, to feel you between his arms after what felt like an eternity and promise you that it would end well.

But he couldn’t say anything more than the obvious.

“I had to” you answered.

With a furious fist, frustrated at life, at him and at you, you brushed the tears off your cheeks. You could tell that he wanted to keep talking, and you did too. Since your last encounter, you had come up with more conversations you should have.

You stared at each other for what seemed forever. There were details that you had almost forgotten in your sorrow – like his long lashes, that you teased him about. Or the freckle that snuck up to the corner of his left eye. The way his mouth rose higher from the right, and the small scar on his ear from where Cassian dared him to wear an earring.

Only his face was enchanting enough to help you forget about the day, about the weight of your chest. It was the first closing call from the market, that sounded through the public speakers, that broke you away.

“I should go”

“I should go”

You talked at the same time, and you smiled softly when you pointed to different directions. You didn’t miss how his eyes fell to your mouth, how his own lifted up too.

“I could walk you back” he offered, not tearing his eyes away from your mouth. “If you let me”

You didn’t answer immediately. Those last words, that he had repeated so often lately, almost had you saying yes. You could almost imagine how it would go – him walking by your side, one of his wings behind your back. His elbow brushing yours, and his gaze fixed on you.

Your smile dropped when you remembered the times you had walked just like that, tucked together. The times you had waked by yourself through Velaris with his imprint on you, and the times he had left without a trace of your presence.

Azriel knew the answer before you said it, and his shoulders dropped slightly.

“Sorry”

That time, you decided to turn away before he could. Taking the back exit was a poor choice, knowing it was farther from your house than the main one, but you couldn’t picture yourself walking through the market without Azriel keeping the crowds a step away.

So you turned around, gripped your bags tight and didn’t tear your eyes from the ground during the whole way back.

-

It wasn’t Azriel who found you the time everything changed, but you.

The cold and winter were over, the streets were clean and the sun was out. It was a perfect day to spend outside, and Elain seemed fixed in throwing you out of your own shop. She claimed that the bags under your eyes were as dark as the night, and that your skin was so pale that she couldn’t tell the flour stains apart from it.

“Just for the record, you’re kicking the owner of the bakery out of the bakery” you stated, looking at her once more from the door. “You do realize that shouldn’t happen, right?”

“I’m helping a friend come out of her ghost-like season” she replied, still decorating muffins. “And you do realize that most shops close on Sunday’s, right?”

“Certainly not a bakery” you looked to the empty fountain at her right. “If we do it together, we will – “

“If you touch one single item of this bakery, I’m banning you from the kitchen for a month”

You doubted she meant it, she could. But still, you sighed and turned around to open the door. You weren’t an extrovert, certainly not an outsider. Since you were a child, you liked your kitchen, your house, and your space. And none of those things were outside the door.

But you actually feared what the fae you left behind would do if you turned back. Elain had already hidden your apron so you couldn’t put it on, and had threatened to mismatch the soy milk with normal one.

Giving her a last, tight smile through the glass, you walked towards the center of Velaris.

Not many people were outside that soon on a Sunday morning, but you were glad for her insistence the moment the sun kissed your face. The cold weather was disappearing and you could feel warmth across your cheeks. It was still cold, and it would be for at least another week, but the change in the weather promised a happy spring.

You walked aimlessly around Velaris, stopping to watch the Sidra move every now and then. Your feet carried you through unfamiliar streets, all of them filled with colors and smells. The longer you walked, the healthier you felt. Each step felt like a weight lifted from your chest, and you even smiled to a few usuals you found in the streets.

The main square peeked through the streets. It wasn’t your usual destination, too crowded and not as pretty as other parts of the town. But you still walked through it, feeling at ease and happy.

It had happened before, usually the days before you started your cycle, and you should have known the feeling of ease had nothing to do with the weather or the walk. It had happened and it happened again, just as you rounded a corner to walk in the square.

If, by any chance, Azriel hadn’t noticed you coming, the shadows that tugged him away from where he was standing would have made it obvious.

His eyes widened when he saw you, and you felt that peaceful feeling making its home for the day. There was no sorrow, no sadness, and none of the usual feelings that lately you felt when it came to him.

You cursed yourself stupid when you realized that you cycle was coming, and that every year you were in a mood until Azriel showed up, your hormones demanding your mate.

“Y/N”

Your name fell from your mouth and just by hearing it you noticed something different. It was new, and at the same time, you thought you recognized it somehow. You looked to his empty hands, to the syphons on his shoulders and chest and truth-teller on his side.

It looked like you had interrupted something important to him. But instead of running away from him like the last two times, you took a step closer.

“Are you going on a mission?” you pointed with your chin to his leather, eyes stopping at his chest. There was that thing, that you couldn’t name.

“Just came back. I was…”

Azriel looked to the building he just exited and for a moment, in silence. You had met a bunch of times since the incident in the market, and you had started having longer conversations. About the weather, about your bakery, and even about his family, who you finally knew officially.

Certainly, your relationship had improved, although it wasn’t just fixed yet. When he didn’t answer, you were reminded of all the times he had kept things to himself, either out of fear or doubt.

He seemed to doubt between telling you and keeping it to himself. Any other time, you knew, he would have kept it to himself. He had done it, in the past – when you asked him about his job, or tried to understand his past. Many times where he had evaded the truth or his emotions.

Your mood, that had been in a rush since you left the bakery, fell a little at his silence. He looked torn and you were ready to leave, before he answered.

“This is Madja’s house. I meet her here so we can talk, usually during the week” he looked back at you, watching the surprise of his statement. “But something happened and I needed to talk to her”

“What happened?”

Azriel’s lips were pressed tight, debating on whether he should tell you or not. He wouldn’t have doubted about it a year ago – he wouldn’t tell you, because in his eyes, it would only hurt you more than he already had. But he had learnt new things, and had realized that a relationship was built on trust. And that his fears, his perception of the reality, had broken yours.

He had cut the mission short when he had noticed, though he wasn’t sure he had ever done something like that. Azriel didn’t know what had triggered it, why it happened in the Winter court and not anytime sooner.

Madja, of course, had had an answer ready – an answer that had left him staring at her door for long twenty minutes before you appeared.

“Kallias should have sent something to Rhysand, but he didn’t” he started, not sure why he was traveling so far from the event. “So I went to check. Turns out someone must have taken it and, well, I tried to…”

He trailed off before he could finish, aware of your confusion. You never talked about what he did for Rhysand, in any court. No matter how big or small was the assignment, he didn’t tell you about it.

But that wasn’t what your confusion was about, at least not all of it. You couldn’t possibly notice because you had given it for granted since the beginning, but Azriel did notice. He noticed the change as soon as it happened, and babbled when he explained to Rhysand what he should have been feeling for years.

Had explained to Madja moments ago, who had given him a knowing smile and a proud nod.

“I accepted the bond” he confessed, continuing before you could say anything else. “I don’t know how, or why, but I was there and suddenly I was hit with – with this in my chest, and I don’t know why it wouldn’t happen sooner”

“You accepted the bond” you repeated, looking between his chest and face.

“I don’t know how, or why now. I was, thinking… And it hit me” Azriel smiled sadly, not saying what his thoughts were about – what they had been about since that night. “I didn’t want to tell you, because, this is, you don’t have to do anything now. Me accepting the bond doesn’t change what I did”

Azriel hadn’t meant to tell you, neither to be so vague and ridiculously nervous about it.

It had been a surprise when, in the middle of a conversation, he felt it. He had been thinking about you, because there were flowers and they were pretty against the cold weather, and to him, you were the prettiest thing the Cauldron had made. One moment Kallias had been going through the last movements of the package and the next the high lord was looking at him with raised brows.

Congratulating him for something that should have happened six years ago.

“It’s not that I didn’t want the bond before, Y/N” he continued when you didn’t say anything. “I promise you, I didn’t know how to accept it. I didn’t know that I deserved it”

Azriel had thought, and he still wanted to, that you so pretty that you were meant for someone else. That it was borrowed time, that he didn’t deserve the bond just as he didn’t deserve you. With Madja and Rhys, they had had deep conversations about his mental health, about his version of life where he lived through a glass of pain and rejection.

As he stared at your surprised form, he tried not to let hope leak into his heart. He knew it didn’t fix what was broken, but he hoped it was the first step of a long recovery to win you back.

Only if you could confirm or deny, instead of stare at him.

“Say something” Azriel finally broke, almost begged. “Whatever you want. Just say something”

And you wanted to, because wasn’t that what you had wanted? You had fooled yourself lately thinking about may what ifs. What if he had accepted the bond in the bagging, what if he had told you that he wasn’t fine, that he was broken and needed help.

What if you had helped him and not rushed things when he wasn’t ready. Now, it felt like the Cauldron was giving you that opportunity, only that you didn’t know how to react.

You finally looked away from him and decided to give an experimental tug on the bond, to see if anything had changed.

It had.

“Az”

It was a chuckle, maybe the beginning of a cry. It was anger but also relief because what came back from that tug wasn’t what you usually felt. It was stronger, solid, as if there was a physical string between your bodies that kept you linked.

Usually, it was just an intense feeling that was enough for you. But now that you felt him tugging back, felt him loving you, you couldn’t hold back another laugh. He shoved down through it everything he felt – adoration, love, joy. Many fears that had you stumbling towards him, and pain.

So much pain that your smile dropped. His dropped too, and you felt the bond getting fainter.

“That’s another reason. I didn’t want you to feel… that” Azriel retreated the bond farther. “I have so many fears and pains here that I couldn’t even imagine sharing them with you. And that – “

“You don’t have to feel ashamed” you cut him off, your voice hoarse. “I love you the same”

Words were unnecessary when you hugged his middle and buried yourself in his chest. He curled around you, like he had done so many times.

The channel snapped open again, and you just closed your eyes tightly. It was an endless source of emotions, and it broke you that most of them were bad. There was rejection, from so many people that it felt like an angry, black bull coming your way. Sadness that felt overwhelming and never ending, always coming in waves when Azriel didn’t expect it.

You also felt disgust, and you only held him tighter when you discovered it was self-disgust. Not only at the things that he had done, but also at what had been done to him. The scars on his hands, the shadows around him. He had hated himself for so long he had forgotten how to love.

But then, at the bottom, there was something bright, and that part you realized it was only dedicated to you. There was his family too, but it wasn’t as intense as his love for you. Everything that he lacked during his life, that he yearned for, was tucked where it mattered the most.

“I love you” he whispered against your head, softly. “I love you”

You didn’t answer, just raised your head until you could brush your lips against him. Later, you would have time to blame the cycle, which you wouldn’t get for another two months, or the emotions of the moment. But you knew it was just what you needed, what you both deserved, when you felt him kissing back.

At the beginning, it was just his lips against yours, and it was enough. Your noses brushed each other, you got on your tiptoes and his wing cocooned both of you. His hands only pressed you tighter against his body when you moved your lips against his, brushing the edge of your tongue against his bottom one.

Azriel could barely keep himself straight when you silently asked for permission to open his mouth, which he happily obliged.  

From that moment, it was crashing. The kiss was only a physical proof of your feelings traveling through the mated bond, so wild and intense you couldn’t tell which one was his or yours.

“I’m sorry, darling” he whispered against your lips, giving you no time to reply. “I’m sorry for hurting you, for being a coward. I’m sorry”

“I forgive you. We don’t keep secrets anymore” you managed to say between kisses.

“Never” Azriel answered while leaving kisses on your cheeks and nose.”

“And we’ll talk about our emotions, and feelings. You’ll tell me about your life when I ask”

“Always”

“You won’t close off to me” you pulled his head away and made him look at you.

While you held his face between your hands, Azriel smiled. It was a different smile from the previous ones, from the ones you had seen so far. It was carefree, loving, and yours.

Your thumb brushed the corner of his eye, his upper cheek, the border of his nose.

“I’m here, Azriel. Always. So you don’t have to hide anything from me, or to be ashamed or afraid. I’m here” you closed the distance once more, controlling the kiss by holding onto his face. “Right around the corner”

“Right around the corner” he repeated, dipping his head and sealing all his promises with another kiss.

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Headcanons of how would Stolas, Fizzarolli, Asmodeus, Sir Pentious, Husk, and Alastor react to their shy gn s/o is always flustered when they receive a kiss on the cheek or forehead from him?

Headcanons Innocent kiss

📻 Alastor x Reader 🎙

Alastor liked to embarrass you. He knew how shy you were, so he took advantage of it. Many things could bring a touching blush to your cheeks, but most of all you were embarrassed by kisses, even from such innocent ones as kisses on the forehead

Alastor didn't kiss you that often, valuing his personal space too much, so kisses from him were always unexpected for you. Every time you got a kiss from Alastor, he smiled at you and gave you a compliment that made you completely embarrassed

He could kiss you on the forehead when he saw that you were sad, after which he reminded you how important a smile was, or when he wanted to catch you off guard. Your reaction has always been great, in his opinion. You couldn't help yourself. You couldn't overcome your shyness and react more calmly to the manifestations of his feelings

He liked to see that he made you feel that way. It showed Alastor that your feelings for him were sincere and it flattered his ego. He liked the fact that you were so sensitive to him and he showed you some of his feelings

🃏 Husk x Reader 🥃

Your shyness was obvious to Husk. He often watched you get embarrassed when talking to him. He had no intention of embarrassing you. He liked you and it was mutual. It was because of your shyness and feelings for him that you were so easily embarrassed around him. He didn't say he didn't like it, but he didn't embarrass you on purpose either

Husk taught you how to make cocktails several times, but you managed to break several glasses. He saw how upset you were about it and to make you feel a little better, he kissed you on the forehead. He thought that such an innocent action would not cause you to react, but you blushed a lot and there was no former sadness left on your face, only embarrassment

Husk kissed you on the forehead when he wanted you to stop being sad. You were always embarrassed and smiling uncertainly at him. You tried not to let your embarrassment get the better of you, and Husk was glad that you were trying not to give in to embarrassment

He had sincere, warm feelings for you and tried to show it the way he could. You were both not perfect at showing your feelings for each other, but despite this, he tried to show you that he really liked you and you tried to reciprocate, despite the embarrassment

🐍Sir Pentious x Reader 🎩

Sir Pentious was embarrassed every time he showed feelings for you. He saw that you were embarrassed, as well as he was, and it calmed him down a little. He was worried about what you would think of him, so the fact that you were as shy as he was made him smile softly. He always tried to be a gentleman and not do anything without your consent. The last thing he wanted to do was upset you

He was very nervous when he asked if he could kiss you. His question made you very confused, but you nodded, hurrying to close your eyes. Sir Pentious felt his heart beating wildly with excitement, but he did not dare to kiss you on the lips. Instead, he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. It only took a few seconds for you to blush right down to the tips of your ears, and Sir Pentious couldn't believe that he had decided to do this

For both of you, this kiss was an important event and you were both embarrassed. He was glad that he finally decided to kiss you, although not on the lips, as he had originally planned. But Sir Pentious was already glad of this

You both had a hard time moving on to new stages in your relationship, but you both tried. Sir Pentious was willing to do a lot for you and saw that you tried just as hard for him as he did for you

🦉 Stolas x Reader 🎩

Stolas treated you with great trepidation. He genuinely loved you and tried to show it. He also knew that you were shy. Stolas has often seen your cheeks tinged with a delicate blush when he took your palm in his and kissed your fingers. However, a much stronger blush was caused by the moments when he kissed you on the forehead

You were touchingly sweet when you were embarrassed. Stolas often hugged you tenderly, especially in the evenings. At such moments, you were both tired after a long day and you were settling down on the couch. He hugged you, and when he saw that you were starting to fall asleep, he kissed you on the forehead and smiled gently when he saw your blush

Stolas has never embarrassed you on purpose. He understood that at some point you might feel uncomfortable, but he couldn't help but kiss you. Stolas tried to embarrass you less, and he was happy when he saw your sincere smile. He hoped that you would continue to be happy with him

Stolas had a very long relationship in which he was unhappy, but now, next to you, he was happy. He felt like he was finally exactly where he was supposed to be

🐓 Asmodeus x Reader 💕

Asmodeus loved to pamper you. He knew how shy you were and that even if you wanted something, you would be ashamed to ask him. Asmodeus often hugged you and kissed you just as often. He knew that kissing on the lips would embarrass you a lot, so he kissed you on the cheeks instead

For someone, kissing on the cheeks might seem like something innocent and insignificant, but not for you. Each of his kisses brought a bright blush to your face and you blinked in embarrassment. Ozzie knew that you liked his kisses, but you were too shy to say so

He liked to see you embarrassed. Your blush seemed very sweet to him and he hugged you harder, rejoicing that you were in his life. Maybe someone couldn't understand what Asmodeus found in you, but he knew what you were like and loved every part of you

Ozzie was glad that despite living in Hell, you were still shy. You were a small ray of his happiness and he was glad that you were with him. He was the only one who caused you embarrassment and you were the only one who caused so many warm feelings in his heart

🎪 Fizzarolli x Reader 💟

From the very beginning of your relationship, Fizzarolli tried to make you feel comfortable, but he also tried to show you as much of his feelings for you as possible. He often hugged you and walked with you by the hand. It made you blush every time, no matter how long you were together. However, he didn't expect you to blush so much from an innocent kiss on the cheek

Every time Fizz kissed you on the cheek, you were embarrassed and your face turned red. For someone, such a kiss might seem too innocent to cause such a strong blush, but for you, even such a sign of attention was of great importance

When Fizzarolli was overwhelmed with emotions, he could leave a lot of kisses on your cheeks, which caused you great embarrassment. At such moments, he was very happy and the fact that you were together made him even more happy

He liked it when the blush graced your cheeks. For Fizzarolli, you were always beautiful, and your embarrassed blush seemed to tell him that your feelings for him do not change regardless of time

[luveline]

hi jade!! can i request something with the marauders (platonic or romantic) maybe reader has been real stressed with work or school and the marauders try to get her to relax once they realize how stressed she actually is?? ty! u don’t have to do this, it’s just a thought :))

thank you for your request my love, nearly romantic poly!marauders x fem!reader

James notices first, surprisingly. While Sirius is fluent in what goes unsaid, and Remus is more than familiar with stress, it's James who has learned to read his sometimes sulky friends, and so it's James who knows that your tight shoulders and your half-hearted smile are from more than being tired. 

He doesn't want to announce your potential upset upset the world, so he waits for Remus to get a drink while Sirius is in the loo and slides down the sofa toward you until you're sitting thigh to thigh. He doesn't ever want much space from you. He's fortunate that you feel the same. 

"What, James?" you ask, leaning on his shoulder. "Are you okay?" 

"Are you okay?" he asks quietly, solemn, so you know he's serious. 

"Why wouldn't I be okay?" 

"You just seem unhappy tonight, is all. You know you can tell me. Or if you don't want to tell me, you can tell one of the boys." 

Because you and your friends are in an incredibly weird (not weird, really, unexpected, but so full of love and sweetness that weird doesn't apply) situation in which you aren't dating anyone but it feels like you are. James imagines it as a sort of precipice, where you might choose one of them, or, in what seems the more unique but better fit, you might not choose at all. 

James only knows you feel the same way about them as they do about you because you'd confessed to Remus how guilty you feel for stringing them along. He reported back, and is quoted by himself to have said, Well, we must be stringing you along too. While I string James along, and Sirius strings me. 

So everybody fancies everybody and nobody knows what to do about it. (Well, apart from that one kiss between James and Remus, which went exceptionally well. James had known what to do about that). For tonight, nothing has to be done. All James needs to do is figure out how to make you feel better. 

Remus is offended at having had his seat stolen when he returns, but then he sees your sad face slack on James' big shoulder and forgets to be annoyed. Crouching down in front of you, Remus tilts his head to the side to align his face to yours, a frown mirrored on his lips as he asks, "What's wrong, dove?" 

The way he says it makes James pleased, and it also makes him like Remus impossibly more. James is earnest and ardent in wanting to comfort you, but Remus is very, very good at it. He has this seriousness, no-nonsense tone wrapped in a soft affection that could draw out James' very worst secrets. It's no surprise when you crack clean in two and confess.

"I'm really stressed out." Your voice takes a horrible dive, like you might cry. "Um, work is just hard, and I'm worried about money, too." 

James doesn't suppose you're in the depth of a relationship where it's appropriate to offer to bankroll you, and it's not what you want anyhow. He bites back any affluent admission in favour of a subtler approach. 

"You're worried about money?" he asks, gently as he can. "You aren't going without, are you? I really hope you'd tell us if it were bad." 

You shake your head. "I'm not going without. Don't worry, it's not that bad." But it could be, goes unsaid. 

Remus hums, his hand on your knee. "You know we care about you. Please, don't not tell us if you need something, okay?" His hand climbs the stretch of your thigh. "What's worrying you, dove? With work, are they giving you a hard time again?" 

Sirius returns somewhere in the midst of your talking, and he's absolutely horrified when a single tear bounds down your cheek. He squeezes between you and the armrest of the sofa to wipe your face as it comes, his weight almost entirely on top of you, so close that his hair tickles your cheek and neck. "Don't cry. I promise not to leave you alone with these two ever again," he jokes, though the tenderness with which he holds your face is nothing but sincere. 

James, sick of being the only one not comforting you physically, finds one of your hands to hold. It's smaller, and warm, and he pulls it to his chest as though that might hide you away from all the things that are freaking you out. 

To no one's shock, the boys are good listeners. Not always to each other, but what one lacks another can make up, and they manage to pull out from you your pack of troubles one by one. When that's done, they assuage each accompanying fear. 

If the very worst happens, you'll always have them to lean on. 

That makes you cry more than the stress. Grateful —though the last thing they're comforting you for is gratitude— you needle your arms around Sirius' waist and hide your face in his chest. He frowns down at you as he wraps you up tightly. James doesn't even feel jealous. Well, mostly, until Sirius kisses your forehead and James can actually see your happy shudder. Lucky for him, you aren't done. You squeeze Sirius before pulling away and turning to James. He realises then what made Sirius so bold, your whispered thank you like a vibration through his chest. He pats your back. 

"That's alright," he murmurs. 

You nod and squeeze and move on to Remus, who's been sitting at your feet for the last twenty minutes while you cry, concerned but not complaining. He's eager even if he won't say that, climbing to his feet so he can reach down for you and receive his own hug. James is a ridiculous romantic, and he just aches with affection for both of you as he watches Remus nose your cheek. When Remus finally pulls away, Sirius is looking at them with the same expression. 

"Do you feel better?" he asks you. 

You sniffle and wipe your nose with your sleeve sheepishly. "Yes. Thank you, boys. I really don't know what I'd do without you." 

James forgets restraint and swings his arm around your shoulder. "It's a good thing you'll never be without us, then," he says, and kisses your cheek.

[nualaofthefaerie]

I just read your melvik headcanons, and I love them! They're just *chef's kiss*

Do you perhaps have some skyce headcanons for us?👀

Skyce! - SFW/NSFW headcanons ( •ॢ◡-ॢ)-♡

A/N: I've been itching all over to actually do the Skyce headcanons but every time I get lost in giggling and kicking my feet like crazy so instead of actually doing it I sit down to doodle them. I have like 4 other asks asking for Skyce headcanons and @acedragontype asked me also, so let's actually do it this time. Season 1 Skyce ONLY (Same as the Melvik ones, I assume exclusivity) headcanons because for season 2...you'll see, I have been working on something for the past three weeks. If I finish it will be so worth the wait.

Melvik version

Also THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO FUCKs WITH MY SILLY CRACKSHIP!!!

SFW headcanons

When Viktor first sneaks Sky into the Academy there is a period of time where Jayce disapproves of her involvement, especially because he thinks she is giving him the cold shoulder. Sky's first impression of Jayce is that he is a genius, although quite eclectic. That rubs her wrong. Mix that with the fact she is shyer than Viktor and these two get off on the wrong foot purely due to a misunderstanding.

The idea to incorporate plants as test subjects was Sky's. She spends about thirty minutes rambling about the ways the boys could use a certain strain of carnivorous plants, which forces Jayce to realise he had been a fool for ever doubting Viktor's judgement in hiring her as opposed to any of the Piltover pupils. When Jayce sides with her and convinces Viktor, their relationship becomes better.

Jayce helps in the botanic garden when the forge is too suffocating. It's a big and bright space and he can still use his physical strength to think and tire himself out so he likes it. Sky ignores that he prefers to do that job in the same way he does his forgery work - half-naked. She also ignores that it makes her heart flutter, constantly trying to remind herself that getting involved with the big boss is not good for anyone's resume, but he makes it VERY difficult on her.

They are quite oblivious to how close they are becoming because each of them thinks they have a crush on a different person.

Sometimes their age difference shows up in unexpected ways even though she's just two years younger than him. She'd make a trendy reference and he'd look at her dumb while holding his chin in faux thought (he has no idea what she just said. He's too much of a nerd to know anything 'trendy').

Ximena Talis LOVES Sky Young because she learns every dish Ximena teaches her and she is full of warmth and enthusiasm. She notices they have a level of chemistry but doesn't really say anything. They move in sync and they don't even notice, so Ximena thinks that if it's meant to work it will. They are both good cooks.

At some point, Sky begins spending more time with Jayce than Viktor simply because his schedule is fuller.

Both of them are cinephiles. Sky is certainly more pretentious than Jayce. He loves to watch all sorts of movies, and she has a more 'refined' taste. When their crushes didn't pan out they kind of thought they'd go through it together so they sat down to watch the Piltover equivalent of 'Mean Girls' (Sky had never watched it), but she was so sad she fell asleep on his shoulder. Jayce picked her up, carried her to his bed and slept on the couch (he too begins to ignore how much it makes his heart flutter in almost a childish way).

They are also very competitive at board games and Twister. Viktor and Mel usually tap out but these two will go on until their muscles are sore. Sky has better flexibility, Jayce is bigger so he takes up more space. She does cheat. She'd blow air into his ear or jokingly whisper something sexual into his ear to win. He never says anything because he's too busy blushing (she doesn't realise it has an effect on him)

She is almost like a shadow in public. It didn't bother him, but when he realised he likes her close to him he starts looking for her and gets frustrated and grumpy when he can't find her.

She finds his tick of rubbing his neck quite attractive, he finds her pushing up her glasses cute.

Despite looking very sweet, they bicker a lot over things that definitely don't matter cause they find it makes them run hot (especially before they ever make any romantic moves).

The one time he took her to a gala with him (Mel and Viktor did not have the time) she spent her entire time promoting the Hexpartners project. It was also the time they almost kissed but Jayce recognized he was too drunk and he was far too upright to take advantage of drunk Sky even though she consented. He takes her home while she giggles and tells him about how much she likes how he does different things and proceeds to list the most minuscule details about his behaviour.

They have been in the opposite situation as well. He has been drunk murmuring sweet nothings into her ear. She tosses it off to him probably mistaking her for Mel. (do you notice a pattern with these two?)

By the time they kiss, they're like kettles about to explode. Their first kiss happened at Jayce's apartment, during one of their weekend evenings. He wanted to show her the prototype of a vase for the flowers they use that could essentially water itself using Hextech. 'To make your life easier, you know. You already don't sleep enough.' he'd say and proceed to explain in detail how it works. She'd be so moved over the fact he thought about her, it would be an instinctive action, more of a peck and she immediately tries to apologise but it's difficult to apologise when a man the size of a mountain is kissing your apologies away. He basically crushes her into his arms upon the realisation kissing Sky Young is no longer off-limits.

There is no little spoon in their relationship because Sky sleeps on top of Jayce.

NSFW headcanons (now watch me lose my fucking mind)

Aftercare: Jayce Talis is the best aftercare giver in the game. He can get quite out there when he wants to pleasure his partner and that's not lost on him, so he makes sure there's water and something sweet by his bedside so she doesn't lose consciousness.

Body part: Those arms and slightly crooked smile could drive Sky crazy. Jayce loses his mind when she isn't wearing her glasses cause then she's bating those big doe eyes at him. When they fuck glasses are off no matter what. Also he takes off that fucking bun. He can't stand it. He loves to watch her curls bounce on top of him.

Cum: They don't mean to be messy, they promise they don't, but they are. She is on the pill, and although she tries to convince him to wear a condom that man has a creampie kink, there's no way she can convince him of anything. And one thing about Jayce Talis - he can be painfully convincing when he sets his mind to.

Dirty secret: They pretend like crazy in front of Viktor. They feign unfamiliarity but the moment he isn't looking Jayce would either sneak a hand around her throat, without any pressure or squeezing, just to prove he can and watch her expression grow stiff and frustrated.

Experience: Relative experience, they know what they're doing. Sky has had Zaun partners who've been quite...rude and rough with her so she can't really figure out how when Jayce is rough it feels good. Jayce Talis fucked bitches his whole life, I'm tired of pretending he hasn't.

Favourite position: If you ask Sky she prefers to feel his weight on top of her until it's suffocating, but Jayce loves when she clings to him so he prefers fucking her standing, while she holds on for dear life to his neck.

Goofy: they can be goofy in that Sky would get freaked if she's just hanging midair, but if the fucking is post argument it's deadly serious. She'll touch him a bit more, he'll squeeze a bit harder, a game that has to be won.

Hair: Jayce Talis grooms himself once every two weeks. He doesn't like hair on his face because it's not 'presentable' but he doesn't mind a well-maintained happy trail. Sky Young certainly doesn't mind it. She used to shave but switched to wax once every three weeks when she moved to Piltover, so some hair can grow but it's often little and more reminiscent of fluff than actual hair. Hair doesn't bother either of them, they're adults.

Intimacy: I've said it once, I'll say it again, they run St. Valentine's like the Navy. So they are very intimate. He'd steal a kiss when no one's watching, she'd rub his hand if he's nervous. That extends to their sex life. He'd whisper her worries away, she'd hold him impossibly close.

Jack off: Sky is a small hour of the night-pleasing herself type girl. Even if it's in her own apartment, she tries to keep very quiet, especially if her mind trails to his smile or his hands or his chest, like she is ashamed of how lewd her thoughts can become when it comes to him. Jayce is a rare mastrubator to me. He is more of a sufferer. He'd let the images run through his mind but would grip his working tools and go in the forge unless it was during one of those nights when she falls asleep on his shoulder or just looks at him for a moment too long, then he has to rub one off in the closest private space to be able to breathe.

Kink: Jayce is a pleasure dom to Sky, so overstimulation is a main kink. Another main of his is creampies, he loves to watch his cum trail down her trembling legs. He also has an unhealthy oral fixation (both giving and receiving). He likes to role-play situations in which she holds all the power over him and lets her do what she wants. Sky is not dominant by any means but she learns she enjoys to top once in a while. With time she develops a certain bratiness to her - deny his orgasm, scratch his back a bit too hard, mock him a bit, all in the name of her head being thrown on the pillow and fucked stupid. Oh, also both of them are really into shower sex for some reason. Really into it - wet and licking water off her collarbones, it turns them on.

Location: Jayce's apartment. Sky's is too small, he's too cramped in there they can't move freely. But Jayce's apartment is a sanctuary for both of them and his bed is big enough to toss each other around.

Motivation: If they argue, like actually argue, fucking is close. If Sky's cheating at a game, fucking is close. If Jayce rests his head on her shoulder and begins to nibble on the skin while she works, fucking is close. She's not good at expressing her needs explicitly but if she hooks a leg around him while they watch something, chances are she'll straddle his waist and kiss him without saying anything. It's embarrassing, but he doesn't need her to say it. He'll always ask her if she's sure and then they're off to the races.

No: He'll never in a thousand years take advantage of her nativity even if it turns him on, even if he finds her oblivious passion for her subject super hot, he would never ever take advantage of her boundaries. So BDSM is a no. She can do with him whatever, he doesn't mind, but he could not handle seeing her in pain. Even when she's asking for his hand around her throat, he never squeezes too hard like he knows he can and has done before. Sky is very strict about public PDA. Small caresses are fine, when her office door is locked it's okay, but nothing that could jeopardize their careers, reputations or projects.

Oral: Both of them have a thing for receiving and giving oral. Jayce would beg to eat her out if he has to, just to feel his nose pressing against her clit while she tugs on his perfectly ordered hair, moaning and pleading. Sometimes he'd eat her out to soothe his own unrelated frustrations. But there is nothing Jayce Talis loves more than to force Sky to sit on his face - suffocate him, hands wrapped around her thighs, pulling her as close to him as possible, pressure his head between her thighs, it's a sweet way to die. In return, he loves watching her work her mouth on him. She's far too good at sucking him off, it almost makes him jealous thinking she had to acquire this technique somewhere. In the beginning, he wasn't with deep-throating her, but as time went on he got comfortable with it. Watching her gag as spit and precum run down her chin and those pleading doe eyes looking up is enough to make him cum in minutes. He can fuck her for hours, but if she puts her mouth on him he's a goner in minutes. Sky herself loves watching him eat her out messily, juices dripping down his chin, cheeks flushed as he always grips her as if she's a meal he can't afford to skip. She also learns to ride his face properly for her own gain as he tells her to. 'Don't worry about me' is their mantra when it comes to oral. It's a good day if her nose is pressed to the hairs on his pelvis, eyes rolled to the back of her head from the stretch on her throat. It's also a good day when she gets to tease him about how weak he is to her mouth. He'd cut himself or just run a loving hand on her cheek and she'd bite on his thumb or suck on it slowly just to prove she can and then let him go back to his duties. It's the only form of public teasing she is okay with but it's more than enough for him.

Pace: On special occasions, it's slow, deep and filled with loving confessions and giggling, but more often than not it's messy, fast and rough.

Quickie: Not big on quickies. They like to take their time, to taunt each other physically, to watch their eyes grow droopy from pleasure and overstimulation. If it's too much or they need fast relief they masturbate.

Risk: Not very big on risks. Jayce wouldn't mind if Sky didn't mind as much as she did, but he respects her wishes.

Stamina: That man is a bull. And you know what? Sky Young can handle going for seconds and thirds. They're both athletic and healthy. They match each other pretty well.

Toys: I don't see them being really into toys. More like they both have a clothes kink - her underwear in his pocket/or as a way to gratify himself, his tie to bind his hands to the bed frame or keeping her socks on when she wears those wool knee highs people wear inside the house during winter.

Unfair: To be fair he teases intentionally more than she does, but she is a bigger teaser unintentionally - she'd fix his cuffs without him having to ask, or grab his face when he wants to shave and do it for him, sway her hips, if it's really urgent she'd kiss his knuckles secretly to help him calm down before a speech (it riles him up). His teasing is more gently picking her chin here and there, a remark in her ear, those types of things. He'd leave himself looking a bit shabby to tease her about always making him look properly good.

Volume: Together they are very loud. He loves hearing her under him, it's like a reward for a job well done. During those times he's still more of a moaner and broken cries type of dude. (looks at s2 Jayce...he's a different story)

Wild card: She has shown to work with his shirt tugged in instead of hers without telling anyone (all of hers were dirty). It trickles into Sky Young role-playing as a councillor, wearing only Jayce's councillor coat while riding him into oblivion.

X-ray: As a friend said Jayce Talis packs a weapon we are not ready to discuss. Is it more girth or more length, god knows, but Sky Young will tell you she swears it gets to her stomach and she's not a short tiny little lady.

Yearning: Pretty normal I'd say, a few rounds like twice a week. Whenever, even though they always yearn for the touch of the other.

Zzz: Both of them are quick sleepers. They are more morning people than night owls. They fuck, they cuddle, giggle about something stupid and in 15 minutes they're both out.

A/N: You know my inbox is always open for Melvik and Skyce thoughts.

[henrioo]

°•*⁀➷ THE BIG CROCO BROTHER: CROCODILE

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "Being a father was not easy, imposing limits was necessary and no matter how cute his face was, that of the Crocodile's only son, he couldn't allow you to do whatever you wanted... Especially when you're running around with three deadly wild animals."

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP! NON ROMANCE, Father and Son! Male reader! Child reader! Soft dad Crocodile! Cross guild! Savage animals (bananawani), the reader has a powerful man in his control (his own dad)

꒰ WC ꒱ : 1k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : And here I'm again, trying to post again and idk, nothing much to say today, my mood is horrible and my life sucks, but here some family fluffy to see if that motivates me to write again. Also the names of the wani are terrible because my discord friends choose them lol hahahah blank/no pronouns/fem=block

Crocodile was listening to Mihawk talking about the latest news he had gotten on his last trip, Buggy was looking at some maps that his henchmen had given him and the lizard himself was looking at the management papers of that entire alliance. At least now it was working a little better and giving more profit than headaches, but Crocodile still refused to accept that a circus really had so many needs and needed such a big budget just for those pathetic shows... that clown was probably deceiving.

“FUCK!” Buggy shouted, making the dark-haired man snap out of his reverie and try to figure out what the shouting was about.

It was then that he saw a peculiar scene that had curiously been repeated a lot in the last few days. One of the baby bananawani was biting Buggy's leg, another seemed to be eager to eat the clown's colorful papers and the third and last was trying... no, he was begging for a lap to the strongest swordsman in the world who simply stared at him without reaction.

You see, being a parent is extremely difficult. Being a father and being a pirate with a young son and with Crocodile's current situation is even more so, he wouldn't want that to be the case but he really managed to be quite absent, he tried to make up for it by spoiling you and the problem was that he spoiled you a bit too much. You weren't a bad or rude child, but you simply faithfully believed that you could have the world at your feet if you asked your father nicely. Of course you could, but it wasn't good for your ego to be completely sure of it.

So, in a way of trying to teach you some good values like responsibility and any other nonsense, he left you in charge of taking care of three bananawani babies. You needed to feed them, take them out of the water tank, clean the tank, all the normal activities of a normal pet. With the difference that your pets were deadly creatures even as babies and were more than ready to rip off some arms for your protection.

“(Y/n), what did we talk about getting them out of the tank?” Crocodile sighed, this wasn't the first time the babies had wandered around the ship instead of being safe in their water tanks. He can still hear the cries of the henchmen who received unexpected bites because their pets were out of control.

“I’m sorry daddy” you said entering the room, you quickly went to the baby in Mihawk and picked him up. Not completely up since that single bananawani baby must have been heavier than you, so you just held him the best you could with his entire lower part dragging on the floor.

Buggy whimpered trying to pull the baby off his leg which only made him bite harder, causing the clown to scream again. Crocodile sighed and got up to help you deal with the mess.

“They’re still too young to wander around alone, they’ll just create trouble” he tried to convince you again.

“But... Miss Banana Split was sad” you said worriedly as you looked at the lizard in your arms who was smiling happily like a baby in his parents arms. Crocodile could feel Mihawk's eyes on him from the animal's name but he decided to ignore it.

“They are sweet animals, they don’t get sad” he tried to convince you, ruffling your hair.

“Of course they stay! Mr. Banana even whines!” You said with a huge hurt pout, heavens you really loved those animals...

“Look at feelings, I don’t know, but this pest is really hungry and is about to swallow my leg, so if you can have a father-son moment another time, I’d appreciate it!” Buggy screamed desperately, shaking his leg again, trying to free the animal, but in vain.

“Sorry, Mr. Buggy… Drake is eating too much these days…” you said, releasing the one in your arms and going to take the other one off the clown’s leg. Luckily the animal was happy to be picked up by you and easily released its prey.

“Drake?” Buffy looked at you perplexed, was that the fucking name you chose?

“Don’t you dare” Crocodile growled at him as if he could read his thoughts. It was a clear message, make my son ashamed of the names he chose and you will become real bananawani food.

“They like being close to you daddy” you said petting Drake who was rubbing against you, the other two cubs at Crocodile’s feet.

“Of course they do, I was there when they were born, that doesn't mean you can let them loose like that” he crouched down to your height “They're still cubs and without training, you won't find it fun if they actually eat someone's leg would you?” Crocodile would find it hilarious, but you were a good-hearted child so you just shook your head “See? So for now let’s keep them in the tank and teach them some tricks, if they can behave you can spend more time with them, okay?”

"Okay!" You smiled happily at the possibility of continuing the walk with your animals, without waiting any longer you picked up Drake and dragged him out of the room, followed by the other two animals.

Crocodile sighed, satisfied that you would obey him for now, at least this way he would stop hearing the clown crying.

“Drake? Seriously? What the fuck is that name? For a bananawani!” Buffy said shocked once you were far enough away, he wasn't even paying attention to the ruined maps.

“Shut up…” your father would also love to know where you got that name from but that was an answer that not even you had.

“I actually found Miss Banana Split quite charming” Mihawk said with a cocky grin at Crocodile who just snorted, getting annoyed. He didn't mind having a son as his weakness, but having that weakness exposed and made fun of was something he hadn't gotten used to yet.

“Go back to work” he said irritably, just wanting to pretend that none of that had happened.

[kerubimcrepin]

LIVEBLOG: Wakfu Season 4, Episode 12

I will be honest: if Joris started seriously using this thing he would simply get scared like "WHAT IF I AM GOING TO DIE ON ACCIDENT AND NOT NOTICE DOING TOO MUCH". Also, his pride wouldn't allow him to overindulge.

What I'm getting at, is that his usage of this thing is literally the most in-character, funniest thing that he could have possibly done.

Yes. It's the demons again. I don't actually have anything to add. He looked pretty.

>touch eldritch artifact that feeds on life energy to make people powerful >use it to enhance your nonexistent magical huppermage abilities that were killed both by lack of education and the fact you have a weird fucking dragonized body to summon a tresstump magic wand from a different country >stop using eldritch artifact in any way Literally nobody does it like him. I can just hear him praying that nobody notices or thinks he's weird. But I do. I do.

...If he didn't have The Stump on his mind, he probably wouldn't have stepped anywhere close to this thing.

I thought about how many times Joris has probably had to read out war speeches, to be able to pull something this good sounding out with no preparation, and got a bit sick in the head.

There is nobody better to read out a speech like this, I think. I don't have any thoughts because I am now clinically insane.

At this point, they have discussed the plan for infiltrating the Necro world.

And I keep thinking about the fact that, Just like everyone in this place, Joris has a family to return to and protect (<- taking poison damage actively) and that Joris, like everyone else, is distinctly aware that if they die — not only will their loved ones be sad, they'll also be dead as well.

I really like this little moment of "I really hope you know what you're doing (I don't know what we're doing, and I'm scared)" and the way his voice sounds worried...

I can read complex emotional motivations into ANY Joris dialogue. Just watch me. The worms inside my brain guide me.

The little nod as their plan commences...

If Joris + Sword = Atchan behaviour, then Joris + his stupid log = Kerubim behaviour... From his full-front and full-back pirouettes, to the way he holds positions himself.

As I've said, while it might not be Ankama's intention even now, Joris's fighting style has always resembled Kerubim and Atcham a lot. Which would fit, considering they were probably the ones to actually teach him to fight. (However, by now, I'd be sad if it wasn't their intention...)

Though in the original movie scripts, I'm pretty sure it was Kerubim was the one who actually gave him the log and taught him to use it... So, maybe my jokes about Joris's style in the first seasons are actually pretty-on point and Joris's fighting style has always been based off his?

Whatever the fuck is going on with Joris and Kerubim's bond is at this point, like, written in the fabric of the universe. It's a big comfort to know that the one and only reason I began liking Joris as a character (that reason being his relationship with Kerubim) has always existed in some way

...Ankama please make Kerubim teaching Joris to use the log as a weapon canon already! For years, even before researching movie history, my headcanon has been "Kerubim asked Joris what weapon he'd like to learn to use first — expecting the answer to be something like "a staff" or "a wand" due to Joris's lineage... and Joris responded with "yours :) blunt damage to the bones yippie" which was unexpected but pleasant."

I'm fucking crazy you know. Yugo took Joris's hit... The way Joris softly says "Yugo! :(". The way he immediately rushes at Toross... Friendship is so real and poignant.

Joris "I can't show people they're getting under my skin or that I'm uncomfortable bc that's a sign of weakness" Jurgen saying this is just. you know that he's just fucked. that he's stressed out. and maybe scared of dying. if he was feeling normal, he would not fucking say this.

He probably means this in a "you're not even the 1238423th person that I outlived and defeated to try and get at me like this" but it comes across as "I'm so tired of it".

He's always been disrespected. No matter how hard he tries or how hard he works, everyone just treats him like a child, calls him a little guy at best, a midget at worst — even if he is a politican, even if he is 600 years old. Every person that doesn't know him tutoyers him. Even his family sometimes treats him like a child — albeit for different reasons.

He has 20 mental illnesses, and half of them would be solved by indiscriminately shooting anyone who calls him "petit" or "nabot" or "garçon" with a gun.

[walks into the sea]

On the first watch-through, I genuinely cheered and clapped. Ya!!

Kill him Joris. Kill him and be reborn as a lotus flower.

:(

[highway-143]

is this real life? - lee heeseung

genre: fluffy fluff, smut, angst?

pairing: idol!heeseung x fem!reader

warnings: familial trauma, assumed suicide debation, kissing, pet names, teeth rotting fluff, unprotected sex, (dont be silly, wrap that willy) pussy eating, cuddling <3

synopsis: when you go to korea for the first time to attend a fansign, heeseung notices you, and you continue to run into eachother, resulting in an unexpected friendship

song: confessions - flo rida, paul russel, and jake & heeseung

(proofread!)

all scenarios are fake and are not meant to harm any idol in the story

------<3------

you step into the oddly spacious hotel room, spinning around. was this what korea was like? you were sure that what you had paid would only get a storage closet back in the states.

the room looked more like a small apartment, a bathroom and a kitchen in the corner, a bed pressed against the far wall with a television opposite it, and a desk by the window. there was also a small balcony, which you stepped onto to take in the view of a fall seoul.

"daebak!" you murmur under your breath, swiveling your head to see everything the horizon had to offer. you loved the feeling of finally being in the one place you ever wanted to travel to.

as a 18 year old girl who only spoke basic korean and had little money, this was a nerve wracking experience for you. you knew that you were perfectly safe, but the karate class you took when you were younger probably wasnt going to help if you seriously needed it.

you shiver, the chilly breeze sending you back inside, only to sprawl out onto the bed, pulling your phone out of the pocket of your jeans.

the screen showed 7 missed messages from the plane flight, all from your mother

mom:

<where are you>

<its been a whole day>

<we need you to watch your brother>

<come home now>

<if you dont come home in the next hour, there will be consequences>

<you're such a disgrace to our family>

<don't come home anymore>

you feel tears start to pour out of your eyes, falling onto the screen of your phone, held in your shaking hands.

there were no words to describe the anger and sadness coursing through your body right now. you had told them you planned to take a vacation to seoul last week, but apparently that information was too boring to remember.

the entire time you had lived with your family, it was fights, yelling, and more fights. every day was a battle between you and your mother, your father barely present in your life, what with his full time job and the bar he loved to visit with his work friends.

when you finally worked up the nerve to tell your mother about your love for k-pop, she scoffed. "so, you like gays now?" she asked, rolling her eyes. "you always were a dissapointment"

"but mom," you argued, almost crying. "theyre not gay, and they make me happy. their music is so good, and i love them"

"you love them? they dont even know you. there are better girls to love than you. why would they even look at you?"

from that day on, your mom has hated anything to do with asian people. when she saw anybody of asian ethnicity anywhere, she would nudge you and say, "look, i bet you think theyre attractive" whether it be a girl, a young boy, or an old man.

the way she treated you made you want to scream into your pillow, which had happened on multiple occasions by now. that's why when you told your family about going to seoul, you didnt mention the fansign. but now, you see they didn't care anyway.

you pull yourself out of the bed, feeling hungry. you decide to take a walk outside and see if there were any good places to eat around the hotel. the busy streets were swarmed with people, all about their business. you were proud to see that you could understand most of their conversations. maybe being here would be good preparation for the fansign in 3 days.

you find a small ramen shop on the corner of a busy intersection. stepping inside, you see who looks to be the owner of the store, an older korean woman, bending over the counter to organize ingredients

"hello!" you say in korean, using formal speech. "can i order some food?"

"of course, honey" she responds in the same language. "before you order, i am assuming you speak english?" she asks

"yeah i do!" now in english, you speak more comfortably. "do you?"

"of course darling!" she grins at you, her eyes squinting closed in happiness. "so what would you like?" she has a thick accent, but some expert english.

you order a simple bowl of spicy noodles and a fried egg, and when she brings it out, she sits at the table with you.

"my name is park yujin," she hands you a glass of water. "may i ask yours?"

"im y/n! may i ask where you learned to speak english? its very good!"

"oh! i spent my high school and college years in the united states, so i had to learn my fair share of the language" she jokes. "so what brings you to korea?"

"i actually came for a fansign! my favorite group is here and ive always wanted to visit seoul, so this was perfect. i actually just graduated high school so this is like a graduation trip to myself!"

"thats so cool! i still listen to some of the earlier groups, like H.O.T and S.E.S!"

you two sit there and talk. yujin was a very kind woman, she felt like a mother, kind and willing to listen, so you tell her about your family, how your parents didnt seem to care about you.

"im so sorry honey," she says, sadness in her soft eyes. "you know, have you ever thought about staying in seoul?"

"i did," you say, twiddling your napkin in your fingers. "but i dont know enough korean, i dont have a job, so i dont have money for an apartment."

"oh," yujin frowns. "you know, if you want to stay, ive been looking to hire someone here. it wouldnt pay much but this building has some good apartments."

you smile, this is sounding good. "you know, ill think about it!"

you pay and leave, going back to the apartment, a small skip in your step as you walked the busy street

------<3------

on the days leading up to the event, you spend every meal with yujin. she was so kind, acting more motherly than yours ever could.

she tells you about her kids, her friends, and her life in the states, sharing experiences she had that you found astounding. one of your favorite stories was the time she took a bus from new york to florida with her best friend when she was only 16.

when it was finally time to go to the fansign, you check your outfit in the mirror. you were wearing a pink babydoll tee and cargo jeans, white converse, and a pair of white sunglasses. it was perfect, just what you imagined yourself wearing for meeting heeseung for the first time.

he was your bias to end all biases, the man who had gotten you through the last 5 years more than your friends and family ever did. he made you smile and laugh when you didnt think you could. meeting him was going to be a dream come true.

the venue was packed, people swarming like bees around the football field sized event center. it was crazy to you how so many people could love these men as much as you.

but you loved them more. you were willing to bet your life on it.

when you had finished waiting in line and finally got to the chairs, you began meeting each member. you laughed, smiled, and shed a few tears at finally being able to talk to the boys that saved you. that made life worth living.

but when you got to heeseung?

oh it was all over.

he looked up at you, taking in your smile and shaky hands. he spoke in korean, saying hello

"hi! whats your name?" he asked while you sat down in the chair, placing your photocard of him on the table.

"im y/n," you say, your voice trembling.

he continued to talk in korean, and you struggled to understand what he was saying, but caught the general idea.

"are you nervous?" he asked with a smirk, his dimples showing, which made your heart melt like ice cream. when you blushed and covered your face with your hands, he laughed and said "hey, its okay! i cant be that intimidating, right?" he asked, bringing his fisted hands to his cheeks in an aegyo. he looked so adorable, you laughed with him

"im sorry, im just.... wow. i never thought i would get to meet you!" you say in korean, stumbling over your words in a failed attempt to act smooth.

he looks at you with that sexy smirk back on his face. "do you... want me to speak english?"

"oh my god, that would be wonderful, thank you so much!"

"so y/n, how long have you been a fan?" he grabs the photocard and begins to sign the front, just under his smiling face

"uhh a few years now! i didnt have the opportunity to watch i-land when it first aired, but i still support you guys a lot!"

"wow!" he says, looking up from his writing. "i love meeting engenes like you, it reminds me that we are still relevant, and that we have worked so hard to be recognized"

you place your hand over your heart, looking at heeseung with big eyes and a slight pout to your lip. "thats so inspiring!"

"youre messing with me!" he says, mistaking your sincerity for sarcasm

"no! i promise," you laugh while talking "i am being completely serious! youre so cool, youre my role model!

"well, im happy i got to meet you, y/n. i hope i get to see you again soon!" he grins up at you again while you stand, your heart racing as you left

------<3------

"- and his smile! oh my god yujin, he was more perfect than i ever thought!" you say, watching yujin organize the counter

"you sound like youve got a little crush on this boy"

"how can i not! everyone does!"

yujin laughs at your fangirling. "by the way, did you think about my offer?"

you smile wider, excited to tell yujin "i did, and i decided i want to stay. korea has more to offer for me than the states at this point."

"yes! i can talk to the landlord about setting you up with an apartment and you can start working tomorrow!" she says, excited. "i can help you with getting a visa too!"

------<3------

almost a full month later, you pause while sweeping the floor, the realization of how much your life has changed finally hitting you. you now have a fully furnished apartment and are a legal citizen of korea. youre taking online college classes and yujin has helped you learn almost fluent korean, to the point where you rarely speak english anymore.

you cut off your family, letting them know you decided to live somewhere else before blocking their numbers. it felt great, not having to listen to their shit anymore.

the bell on the door jingles as you head to the storage closet, returning the broom. "be out in a second!" you call, placing it against the wall before returning to the front.

"OH MY GOD!" you scream in english, your knees fight to hold the rest of you up, shaking as you stared at the boy in front of you, his smirk beautifully annoying

it was heeseung.

of course it was heeseung. right when you had your hair in a messy bun, your makeup a little messed up from sweat and steam, and stains all over your apron

"hey y/n. long time no see!" he says, laughing at your frantic attemts to fix your damn self. this version of you was no match to the one he first met.

"h-hey heeseung... how are you?" you ask, bowing while mentally kicking yourself at the bland question.

"hungry. but good" he chuckles, "im assuming you work here?"

"what gave it away?" you ask, guesturing to the apron and counter. "what would you like?"

"I'll take a basic ramen and whatever youd like."

"what do you mean?" you say, confused "like... what i usually get?"

"yeah, we should catch up over some ramen!" he grins at you. "unless, you have to keep up the appearance of cool store worker. i get you might not want to be seen with me" he teased and you blush, giving him a smirk of your own

"ill get that for you, you can pick a table" and with that you rush to the kitchen, silently screaming as you whispered the situation to yujin.

"you mean... the boy you love-"

"shhh!" you say

she continues in a low voice. "-is here. in my shop? and he ordered you a ramen to eat with him?"

"yes! yujin im begging you, can you watch the front. this is a once in a lifetime chance!"

"of course! who am i to deny love?" she bustles around the kichen, helping you prepare the food.

you pull off the apron and desperately try to fix yourself. your hair is fine, but you have to take a quick bathroom break to fix your makeup and clothes. once you look mostly presentable to be around heeseung, you grab the ramen bowls and walk back out.

heeseung is still sitting there, now on his phone. he looked up at you and immediately stood to take the bowls and place them on the table. the action made the butterflies in your stomach flutter even faster.

"so y/n, are you living in seoul now? or is this just temporary?"

"well yeah i decided to stay after the fansign. seoul called to me, and i didnt want to go."

heeseung looks at you with his smirk. "was it because i live here?"

you sputter, unable to find a proper response. "i- no-... no. i wanted to stay because the u.s. didnt have anything for me. seoul is better."

his smile turns down in brightness, a concerned look on his gorgeous face. "can i ask why you didnt want to go back?"

"my family."

"oh," he frowns, and surprises you by grabbing your hand and holding it. you let a small gasp slip through your lips as he strokes your thumb with his. "if its any help, i have always believed that family is only worth how much they are willing to help you. if they dont try to help you in life, they arent worth it, no matter if they birthed you or gave you a home. if they dont even try to do anything beyond providing a roof for you, they are no more than a landlord or shelter director."

your eyes tear up at his kind words. "thanks heeseung," you whisper, your voice on the verge of cracking. "i needed that."

a tear falls loose from the hold you had tried to keep it in, and heeseung reaches his other hand out to wipe it away. "you are worth so much more than they will ever know."

your tears pour out in what feels like floods. heeseung moves his chair next to yours and wraps an arm around you.

"im sorry," you say, wiping the tears from your eyes. "i shouldnt cry around you. you deserve better"

heeseung grabs your chin and cups your jaw in both of his hands. "do not ever think i am better than you. we are the same person on the inside. you are beautiful and smart and kind. do not ever doubt yourself. do not ever let your family think you are less than you are."

you blush in his hands, pulling away and wiping your tears away. "thank you so much, heeseung."

"always." he hands you your bowl and moves his seat back across from you. "on a happier note, this ramen is delicious!"

"i know right?!" you turn to the kitchen door. "yujin! come out here!" you call

she practically runs out of the room, pulling a chair up to your table.

"hello! my name is yujin, are you y/n's boyfriend?"

your face blanches as heeseung looks at you. "no- yujin this isnt my boyfriend," you shoot her a death glare. "this is lee heeseung-"

he interrupts you, standing to bow to yujin. "y/n's future boyfriend." he stands back up with that trademark smirk at your shocked expression.

"how sweet!" yujin exclaims "i hear you are a singer?" she asks

"yes, i am! i am a member of a band called enhypen!" he smiles at yujin

"i have heard of you, and y/n sometimes plays your songs when we are cleaning at the end of the day!"

you hide your face in your hands, embarrassed out of your mind, but heeseung only laughs at your embarrassment. "really?!"

you feel like disappearing. why was yujin doing this to you?

------<3------

heeseung came to the shop at least three times a week since that day. he always sat down and talked with you, making you smile and laugh no matter what you were feeling.

"he likes you! i can see it it in his eyes!" yujin says, waving her spoon at you.

"that is absolutely ridiculous. he would not like me of all people. he probably feels more like an older brother. there is no way."

"whatever," yujin rolls her eyes at you. "if you dont think he does, just ask him. he isnt the kind of boy to be embarrassed to tell you if you ask."

"hell no! he wouldnt ever come back!" you stare at yujin. "i cannot screw up whatever friendship we have now."

"okay. but when he tells you one day, dont expect me to be quiet." she dances around you, humming "i told you so"

------<3------

heeseung comes in two days later, holding a bag. he walks up to where yujin was standing at the counter.

"hello yujin," he says with a bow. "where is y/n? i have something for her" he motions at the bag.

"she's in the kitchen. i can bring he-" but before she could finish, heeseung walks directly into the steamy room. he sees you standing over a boiling pot, stirring the contents.

you notice him standing in the doorway. "hey hee! come and try this. im working on a new broth to try."

he walks over to where you were standing, and you bring the spoon to his lips. he tries the warm liquid, and lets out a hum of appreciation. "thats amazing!"

"thank you," you turn off the burner and turn to him, leaning against the counter. "whats up?"

"oh," he fumbles with the bag. "i uh... i brought you something i thought you might like." he hands over the bag, and you pull out an apron.

"a new apron? why did you do this?" you blush, staring at the very good quality cloth and leather ties with brass clasps and white stitching.

"well, i noticed every time i come over you immediately take off your apron, and i thought it might be because you dont want me to see you with a really stained one, so i bought you this so you dont worry about imressing me. you shouldnt have in the first place anyways. i still thought you were adorable." heeseung rubs the back of his neck with his hand, blushing

you laugh at how sweet he is. "thank you so much, hee." you wrap him in a hug, your arms around his chest, and he hugs back. you breathe in his scent, wanting to remember it when the moment was over.

he pulls away, holding your shoulders at arms length. "listen, i have something else to tell you."

"whats up?"

"i... i think im in love with you." he lets out a deep exhale, as if he had been holding his breath since he came in.

"hee i-"

"no, before you say anything, you dont have to like me back. i just want you to know that i am falling in love with you, and its dangerous, but at this point, i dont care. you have made me so much happier this past month than you could ever know. the guys could all tell i had something making me so joyful, and it was you. y/n, i have started to feel 정 for you."

his words hit you like a brick. one of the first words that yujin had taught you was 정. it was one of the words that didnt have a direct translation in english, but in korean meant something like "you fit into the shape of my heart." it meant something deeper than love. he was basically calling you the missing piece to his heart.

you stutter over your words. "hee- i.... i knew that i loved you before we even met, but knowing the real you has only made my heart long for you even more. i love you too."

he smiles wider than you have ever seen, and brings you closer to him. "you dont know how long i have waited to do this." he says before pressing his lips against yours.

it wasnt your first kiss, but it was easily the best. the steam in the kitchen didnt affect how heeseung pressed against you, pushing his face against yours like he would never get the chance again. he grabbed your hips and pulled you so close that you could feel the outline of his abs against your breasts. you dropped the apron and flung your arms around his neck, threading your hands through his unruly hair

he groaned against your lips, slightly biting at your bottom one. you giggle as he pulls on your swollen mouth. his smirk against your lips feels more wonderful than you ever could have imagined.

but then you feel it

with your bodies pressed so close, it was impossibe not to. his dick was rapidly hardening against your stomach, and when you pulled away, his face flushed.

"i- im sorry y/n. i didnt mean to-" you cut him off by placing another swift kiss to his lips.

"its okay hee... do you want to...?" you let him finish what you both knew you were talking about.

"fuck, yes." he grabs the bag and shoves the apron in it, putting it on the counter before asking "where do i go?"

"the elevator is there. go to floor 7, room 3. heres the key." you say, fishing the key out of your pocket and he hurriedly ran out.

you poke your head into the shop, catching yujin's attention. "hey yujin, heeseung and i are gonna head out for a few hours. is that okay?"

"yup! we're closing up soon anyways. go have fun!"

"thanks!"

you race to the elevator out back, pressing the buttons frantically as you thought of what you were doing here. never in a million years would you ever have imagined you would be having sex with heeseung.

you open the door to your apartment and lock it quickly. running to the room, you find heeseung laying back on your bed, hands behind his head as he laid fully clothed and looking at you.

"what took you so long?" he jokes

"oh please." you walk over to the bed and climb on top of him, capturing his lips in yours again, straddling his waist as you ran your hands over his chest.

"off" you pull on his thin tee, trying to get him to remove the damn thing.

"of course, princess" he says while sitting up to pull off the fabric. when he removed it, he flips you over so you are under him. "but lets take yours too, hmm?"

you whine against his fingers pulling your tank top. "oh, hee-" you whimper as he palms one of your breasts, squeezing at your skin and slowly pulling your shorts off.

once your whole body was exposed to the cool air, he takes a moment to look at all of you. you shiver under his gaze, needing his touch.

"hee... please"

he grins and works his way down to your legs, spreading them wide and placing his head in front of your aching cunt. "do you want-"

"fuck, yes."

that was all he needed before he licked a stripe along your quivering slit. his tounge felt like fire against your skin.

but once he put it in? god you were wrecked.

he flicked in and out of you, bringing a hand to rub your clit while he thrust his tounge into you. when your walls clenched around him, he only dived deeper, his nose taking place of his fingers in the stimulation of your clit.

"oh hee.... god-" you moan and buck your hips up into his face, feeling his smirk on your mound. "shit- im going to cum" you say in english, not bothering with translations at the moment.

your legs squeeze around his head, holding him tightly against your pussy, forcing him to lick and suck at you until you came

when the band in your chest snapped and you released, heeseung latched his lips to you, taking all of your load into his mouth, moaning against you as he swallowed every last drop.

"you taste fucking amazing," he says. "like a fucking angel."

"hee.... in me please... i cant wait." you claw at his arm, trying to get him to fuck you.

"princess you have to wait for me to get ready." he laughs throatily, his voice hoarse from eating you out.

you watch as he pulls his pants and boxers off, exposing his fully hard dick. he grabs it by the base and pumps it a few rimes before climbing over you. "youre clean, right?"

"im a virgin actually... is that okay?" you blush, his look at you making you feel exposed.

"oh fuck, thats more than okay. shit, youre okay with this? youre on birth control right?"

"yeah i am. now get in me, please hee." you groan, your body needing his touch as much as he needed you.

when he brings your legs to your stomach and spreads them wide open, you let a soft scream escape your throat. he hadnt even entered you yet and it was already too much

heeseung looked gorgeous, hovering above you. his hair was messed up, tangled and stuck to his head in a mixture of sweat and some of your escaped cum. his lips were puffy and swollen from the work they had done on you

his arms and chest flexed as he lined up with your cunt. he slowly pushed his tip into you, making you moan from the strech. he inched his way deeper, bit by thick bit until he bottomed out in you, his hips flush against your ass. he leaned forward and kissed you, sucking on your lips while he waited for you to adjust.

"you can go hee. im ready" you say, waiting for his motions.

he started pulling out, only to push right back in again. he thrusted in and out, slowly building to a fast pace. the sounds of his skin against yours, the wet sounds of your pussy clenching around his cock, your stifled screams, all brought you closer to your second orgasm. the band in your stomach returned once again as heeseung pounded in and out of you, over and over. he threw his head back, moaning your name. "god, youre so fucking tight princess. gonna milk my cock all right huh?" he struggled to get the words out as he chased his own release.

when you whimpered against his lips, telling him you were close, he grunted in agreement. "me too princess. where do you want it?"

"in me... please hee"

he moans at your consent, the words all he needed to tip over the edge. his dick twitched erratically as his cum painted your insides white, filling you to the brim before you came too.

you both felt the high of your orgasms together, your nails digging into heeseung's arms, his hands squeezing your thighs so hard they were sure to leave marks. when you stopped spasming and he pulled out of you, heeseung went to get a towel to clean you, wiping your sweat and cum away.

"princess, you took so much of my cum. you gonna keep it there all night baby. leave me in you all night, huh?"

he layed next to you and pulled you close, holding you tightly against his chest. he whispered into your ear like you were the only person on earth.

"i love you so much princess. this doesnt feel like real life anymore"

and you respond with a sleepy nod and quick peck to his chest as you fall asleep in his arms for the first out of many times to come.

------<3------

a.n- i hope you enjoyed this one! it took me almost 4 days ToT

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John Dory Boyfriend Headcannons

*John Dory and y'all met during his brozone days, you were in a band that frequently opened for them. You both met during an afterparty and you hit it off.

*John Dory and you would constantly spend time after shows, you got closer to his brothers during this time as well and became like a big sister to baby Branch. However, as much as you cared about John Dory you never wanted to take your relationship to the next level for fear of crazy fans.

*Your relationship came to a head after the big brozone concert where John had wanted to perfect the perfect family harmony, you didn't hear from him after the show so you went back to his family's pod to discover they had all quit the band and left baby branch alone.

*Feeling angered and Sad at JD's disappearance and leaving his brother behind you decided to help Rosiepuff take care of Baby Branch. After Rosiepuff's death, you however became like a parent to to branch.

*In the years that followed Branch had grown out of his shell and met his bff now girlfriend Poppy who helped him become a better person. You couldn't be more proud of him but where did this leave you? You spent so long taking care of him what were you going to do now?

*These feelings continued to build but you pushed it down with hobbies, these feelings exploded however on the day of Bridget and Gristle's wedding an unexpected guest appeared.

*JD was back and you were pissed not only for leaving you without a single word but only now showing up when he needed something from his brother.

"Y/N, I'm sorry...I was so young and angry I didn't give anything else a second thought but I have never stopped loving you."

*You didn't accept his apology and wanted nothing more to do with him but when Branch had agreed to go on the rescue mission to save Floyd you immediately wanted to go feeling that motherly instinct to protect Branch Arrise again. Also, you could take care of cute little Tiny diamond who had managed to sneak his way on Rhonda so this was a win-win for you.

*Getting in Rhonda, y'all set off to find Spruce and came across Vacay Isle; where a spruce turned Bruce now worked with his wife and family. After some convincing you guys managed to get Bruce to come along but not before performing to show/prove to his kids that yes, he was in a band.

*During the performance you were glad to see how happy Branch was with his brothers again and when he pulled Poppy on stage, John Dory pulled you up on stage as well where y'all performed the last verse of the song.

"I forgot how fun it was to perform with everyone... especially you <3."

*Okay, JD still has the band charm you see; but it will not work on you you tell yourself no matter how much you blush.

*Moving on with Bruce, you were well on your way to collect Clay and on the way over you were finally civil enough that you and JD could have a talk about what the two of you had been doing the last 15+ years. You told John all about how you cared for Branch at that time (which John thanked you for) and John Dory talked about his time hiking the Neverglade trail.

"Sounds...interesting to say the least, you'll have to bring me on your next adventure JD." you said smiling resting a hand on his.

*You had finally reached Clay after Branch's brilliant yet gross plan to have Rhonda track Clay with his old Funder Underwear.

*Arriving at the abandoned gold course you meet Clay and Viva the leader of the putt-putt trolls and as it would turn out Poppy's long-lost sister.

*After Viva and Poppy went off to reconnect, Clay informed you of her tragic backstory on how she was separated from King Peppy and Poppy during the night of the troll escape. Clay also let you know that Viva is very protective over the trolls she protects here so unfortunately you would have to leave Poppy behind if you all wanted to get a move on to get to MT. Rageous.

*Unfortunately, Viva did discover y'all as you were about to leave and shut the gates effectively trapping you inside. You were however able to escape with Poppy due to Clay opening the gate again but left behind a broken-hearted Viva.

*Now you were on you were way to Mt. Rageous and the gang + poppy decided to have a little practice session which in your opinion was going very well until John Dory stopped it claiming it wasn't perfect enough. Feeling frustrated everyone lashed out and him especially Branch who was disappointed when he learned that his brothers planned to split up once again after they saved Floyd. He stormed out of Rhonda with a distraught Poppy following behind him

*You were incredibly angry not Just at John Dory this time but at the rest of them, how could they be so insensitive towards their little brother.

"You know what John Dory, you have hurt your little brother and me for the last time. You better hope when we get to MT. Rageous that he is okay 'cause I will end you!" And with that, you stormed off towards the back of Rhonda.

*And you stayed at the back of Rhonda till MT. Rageous where you were kidnapped by Velvet and Veneer. Velvet and Veneer had no use for you so they threw you for draining purposes but Velvet thought it might be cute to use you as a little good luck charm and captured you in one of her diamond earrings. Poppy and Branch confronted the two of them at the entrance to the rage dome and outed them as liars/frauds which prompted their roadshow in their car.

*Horrified you watched the brothers get drained as Branch, Poppy, and Tiny Diamond raced to save you on the MT. Rageous freeway. They eventually got aided by Bridget, Gristle, and Viva and managed to corner the Popstars on a boat.

*The fight was tough and they managed to free John Dory, Clay, Bruce, and You but not Floyd. And in one last attempt, the seven of you performed hoping to achieve the perfect family harmony. It worked and you were able to save Floyd at last, shattering the diamond prisons that trapped both you and the brothers.

"John Dory...getting kidnapped made me realize that I have never stopped loving you no matter how big-headed and stupid you are. The time we spent together these last few days has made me realize that you are still the silly goofy boy I fell in love with all those years ago." You said smiling.

"I love you too, Y/N!" he shouted with a grin pulling you into a kiss.