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serendipity - kika nazareth

word count - 6.9k | summary - a ray of sunshine stumbles into your quiet cafe one morning, with heart shaped latte art and the added bonus of gaining a new english teacher, she decides to make it her everyday stop, even when your ex decides to pull a stunt. part 2 coming soon!

warnings - mentions of toxic relationships - please take care of yourself <3

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the small bell attached to the door dinged as it was pushed open, alerting you to a new customer entering the cafe. 

“buenos días” you greeted, not yet turning around, still busy cleaning the coffee machine behind the counter, “qué le gustaría?” (good morning, what would you like?)

when you turned around you were greeted with someone who looked like she’d stepped out of a different world and landed, somehow perfectly, in the middle of your quiet café. she was tall, lean but strong, wearing a matching hoodie and joggers like she’d just come from some kind of gym session. her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, her scrunchie wrapped round her hair,  a few strands curling around her face. her eyes met yours with the kind of focus that made it feel like the rest of the room had gone quiet.

there was a little half-smile playing at the corner of her mouth, like she’d caught you off guard and knew it. not cocky, just effortlessly aware. you didn’t recognize her, but something about her made you feel like you were meant to know who she was. maybe it was the barcelona logo that sat prominently on her clothes, yet you still couldn’t place her name. 

“uhhh hablas catalán?” she asked, her fingers tapping on the counter as she looked up at the menu boards that hung above your head. (do you speak catalan?)

“no, lo siento, solo inglés o español.” you smiled lightly. (no, sorry, only english or spanish.)

“that’s perfect!” she beamed, “can i practice my english on you?”

you raised your eyebrows in slight shock. since moving to barcelona you had had a lot of english customers, mostly ones that butchered every kind of pronunciation when ordering, yet someone who seemed to be a spanish natural wanting to speak english? that was new. “i think that’s the first time anyone has ever asked me that.”

a grin tugged at her lips as she laughed slightly at your response, “well i need to get better so my friends stop bullying how i say words.”

“your pronunciation?” you questioned, tilting your head slightly.

“yes that! pronunciation” she copied, “but i’m not good at saying that word.” 

you let out a soft laugh, charmed with her effort and determination, “you actually said it pretty well.”

she smiled at you over the counter, a genuine smile, “thank you, i’ve been watching a lot of tiktoks.”

“that's the best way to learn,” you agreed, “so english practice, what’s your order?”.

she took a moment, scanning the board again like it was a test she wanted to pass. “i will have… an oat milk flat white, please.”

you blinked, “that was pretty perfect, have you been practicing on someone else?”

she grinned, visibly proud of herself. “i had to repeat it a lot in my head before i said it, but they make fun of how i say ‘flat.’ i say it like - ‘flaaat.’” she exaggerated the vowel, pulling a face as she did so.

you laughed slightly, her accent clear in her words, even when she tried to hide it, “well i think it was good.”

“thank you, my new english teacher.” she smiled, small dimples showing in her cheeks as she grinned. 

you turned around and started working on her order. you didn’t rush it, she was the only customer in the shop, other than your usual regular who sat reading his newspaper out the front. so you wanted to get it exactly right. the right measurement, temperature of milk and the prettiest heart in the middle of the latte.

as you perfected her coffee you heard her fingers tapping away at the counter, not impatiently, but curiously, as if she was wanting to say something but was working up the courage. 

“sooo, how long have you lived here?” she hummed, the finger tapping stopping briefly as she spoke. 

“not long, only 3 months.” you responded. 

“did you move here for erasmus?” she asked, curiosity clearly getting the better of her.

you laughed lightly, shaking your head, “no no, life just bought me out here.”

now wasn’t the time to tell kika your whole backstory about moving to barcelona. she didn’t know that you moved here to be with your girlfriend of 3 years just to find out she had been cheating on you for the last year and a half, and she certainly didn’t need to know about the way you walked in on her cheating on you on your birthday after only a month of living in barcelona. or even the way your now ex-girlfriend wouldn’t stop texting you, gaslighting you into thinking you were in the wrong, or the way she somehow saw every interaction you had with a pretty girl and accused you of doing the exact thing she had you crying over for weeks. 

things you would never do.

but, obviously, she didn’t need to know all that. 

you picked up a brown paper napkin, along with a nearby sharpie and as you placed her coffee gently on the counter, you scribbled something quickly before sliding it toward her with the drink.

in perfectly scripted handwriting, it read: “oat milk flat white – 10/10 english. very proud teacher.”

when you looked up, her eyes were already on the note. she let out a laugh, quiet and surprised, before biting her bottom lip in a way that made your stomach flip. 

“i need a picture of this.” she mumbled, pulling her phone out of her pocket as she positioned her coffee slightly diagonal to the note, before holding her phone above it. snapping the perfect picture before putting it back in her pocket. 

she picked up the napkin carefully, like it was something delicate.

“i’m gonna keep this,” she said, slipping it into the front pocket of her hoodie. “proof that i’m improving.”

“next time, there’s a sticker chart,” you teased, leaning your arms on the counter as you rested your chin on your hand.

“ohhh, dangerous,” she said with a mock-serious nod, “i love rewards.”

“you seem like someone who’s very competitive,” you said, watching the way her eyes crinkled with amusement.

“you have no idea,” she replied, grinning. “but i think i could be convinced to behave if the teacher is nice.”

you laughed, shaking your head, and tried not to let the flush in your cheeks betray you.

the quiet rhythm of the café wrapped around you both again. outside, the sun filtered through the windows, painting soft golden lines across her face. it was almost cinematic, the kind of moment you didn’t realize you’d remember until much later.

kika didn’t leave right away. she pulled out a chair at the table closest to the counter, and sat with her coffee in both hands.

you turned to rinse out a few mugs behind the bar, but her voice called your attention back after a few minutes.

“so, teacher,” she said, resting her chin in one hand while she swirled her coffee with the other, “is there an english word for when you meet someone and they make the whole day better?”

you glanced over at her, your heart beat suddenly picking up in pace, her question didn’t feel as casual as the way she asked it. it felt as if it was more than a question, more like a statement. 

“serendipity,” you said quietly.

she repeated the word under her breath, eyes locked on yours, “ser-en-dipity,” she murmured. “that’s pretty. i like that.”

you gave her a small smile. “me too.”

she stayed a while longer, asking little questions here and there between glances at her phone, how to pronounce ‘squirrel’,” why ‘laugh’ was spelled so weird, and whether ‘rain check’ actually had anything to do with weather.

by the time she stood to leave, she had her coffee finished, your napkin still tucked into her pocket and whilst you didn’t know her name, and she didn’t know yours, you had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last time seeing her. 

“have a good day, teacher” she smiled, already backing toward the door, still facing you as she did

you just nodded, amused and curious and undeniably intrigued,  “you too a-plus.”

the bell over the door jingled again as she slipped out into the street, and you stood behind the counter, staring at the spot where she’d just been.

serendipity. 

-

the bell above the door gave its familiar chime, softer, but still altering. you looked up from the espresso machine just in time to see her step inside, hoodie up, shoulders hunched slightly against the early chill.

she caught your eye immediately and smiled, tired yet still warm. “morning, favourite teacher.”

“sucking up isn’t going to get you a better grade,” you teased, already reaching for a cup. “oat milk flat white?”

“please,” she said with a grateful sigh, leaning against the counter as she watched your every move.

“didn’t peg you as a morning person.” you spoke, pouring the espresso into the cup with precision.

“i’m not,” she murmured, rubbing a hand across her face, “had to be somewhere early, figured i’d get a head start.”

you handed over the coffee, and she took it like it was the best thing to happen to her all morning, “god, this is good,” she mumbled, cradling the cup like she was trying to soak up its energy.

she lingered by the counter, the steam from her cup curling around her face as she tilted her head, eyes still heavy with sleep but alert enough to hold your gaze.

“do you always make them this perfect?” she asked, sipping again, “or am i just the chosen one?”

you smiled, leaning on your forearms across from her, “maybe a bit of both.”

she chuckled under her breath, then glanced at the clock behind you, “we’ve only got a short lesson today, but i wanted you to remind me of that word from yesterday.”

you tilted your head, “which word?”

she thought for a moment before speaking, “the one about making my whole day better.”

you picked up a napkin, scribbling the word on it. 

serendipity.

you slid it toward her, “there, now you have study material.”

she read it slowly, then tucked it carefully into her jacket pocket, “you really are my favourite teacher.”

and before you could even respond, she was gone again, disappearing out into the quiet street with her coffee and your napkin, leaving only the soft jingle of the door behind her.

you were just finishing up the midday prep when your phone buzzed sharply in your apron pocket. the familiar weight of it shifted against your side, and you almost ignored it. your coworker had just come in to take over the afternoon shift, and you were minutes away from freedom.

but something about the timing felt... off.

you wiped your hands on a towel and slid your phone out.

bea.

you hesitated, thumb hovering, heart ticking up a notch. then tapped.

[1:56pm] bea - i saw you smiling at her today, again. you know the one with the tracksuit and the ponytail with the scrunchie. cute.

your breath caught mid-read.

[1:57pm] bea - you were definitely already talking to her before we broke up. i’m not as stupid as you think i am.funny how you used to look at me like that, too.

a chill threaded through you, even in the warmth of the café kitchen.

scanning the handful of tables still occupied, no one familiar, no one watching. yet you turned your body slightly, like instinctively shielding yourself.

[1:58pm] bea - especially after all those lies about me cheating on you, yet you were doing it the entire time.

you typed out a reply. deleted it. tried again. deleted that too.

you leaned against the edge of the counter, swallowing hard, your other hand instinctively gripping the rag you’d just used, knuckles turning white. the words stung, not because they were true, but because they echoed every twisted manipulation you’d grown used to for the last 3 years. every time she flipped things around. every time she made you feel like the villain.

you’d been the one who walked in on her. you’d been the one who moved out. you’d been the one who stayed quiet.

and now, here she was again, reappearing only when she sensed something slipping from her control. 

the afternoon air felt colder than you'd expected, grey clouds pressing low over the rooftops, filling the sky with the same dread that was filling your body. you pulled your jacket tighter, hands buried deep in your pockets, steps quick without even thinking about it.

you’d done this walk more times than you could count, the same route as usual, yet it didn’t feel as calming as it usually was.

your thoughts drifted to yesterday. the way her laugh had softened the rest of your day, or how her dimples stuck in your mind ever since you saw them. the way being near her felt easy and safe, as if you could simply exist without feeling shame. 

you didn’t even know the girls name, but bea didn’t need a name to twist something good into a weapon. a tool to belittle you, something to make you feel small. 

-

the bell above the door chimed, and you glanced up just in time to see kika walk in, yet there were two people just behind her. this time she wasn’t in the crested tracksuit you had seen her in previous days, rather a dark pair of jeans, a black hoodie and a red cap covering her head.

“good afternoon” kika greeted, smiling as her eyes met yours, “i’m surprised you’re still here.”

“it’s your lucky day then, my shift finishes at 3.” you grinned back to her.

“so we really got here just in time for the best coffee in all of barcelona,” she tilted her head slightly, leaning against the counter as usual, “and i bought friends this time.”

you couldn’t help but laugh at her compliment, cheesy but it still made your heart flutter.

“ah so you’re the famous nameless barista.” the shorter brunette smiled, her eyes racking you up and down momentarily. 

“famous?” your eyebrows raised, looking between your a+ student and the two new girls. 

“apparently your english lessons are as good as your coffee.” patri added with a smirk, “i think i might need to start coming here too.” she winked. you almost missed the way kika shot her quick look, a look of unease before patri’s smirk changed into a teasing smile.

“well what can i get you guys?” you asked, breaking the short silence that had built.

“three oat milk lattes, please.” kika requested, her gaze shifting to yours. 

you sent her a nod before turning around to work on the order, jana and patri drifting over to a comfortable sofa in the corner of the cafe, kika still leant against the counter. 

“i still haven’t got your name.” she stated, fingers tapping as usual. 

you glanced over your shoulder, lips curving just slightly. “i’m starting to think you like the mystery.”

kika let out a soft laugh, “i like knowing the name of the person who makes my day start better, serendipity remember.”

you rolled your eyes lightly but gave in.

kika repeated it under her breath, like she was trying it out for herself. “it suits you.”

you tried not to let the smile that tugged at your mouth show too much as you finished steaming the milk, “and what’s yours?”

“my what?” kika questioned, her head tilting with confusion, before a look of realization snapped, “oh my name, kika.”

you turned around, placing the drinks in front of her, “it’s pretty,i like it.”

you had made the three with differing patterns of latte art, but the one with a heart you pushed forward in her direction, “enjoy.” you smiled.

she laughed lightly before making her way over to the corner where her friends sat. jana gave her a smug look whilst patri whispered something about being a flirt. kika, for the most part, ignored them both but you could see the slight red glow in her cheeks as she angled her seat just slightly, in your direction.

you pretended not to notice the way she stole one last glance your way as she sat down, fingers wrapped around her cup, the heart still intact in the foam.

you were stuck behind the counter, doing anything to look busy, you wiped it down and organised the cups. but your eyes flicked over occasionally, just quick enough to catch jana mouthing something exaggerated that made kika throw a sugar packet at her, and patri laughing behind her hand.

your shift had technically ended five minutes ago, but you were still tidying up, well more like delaying. the cafe had thinned out, a few of your regulars still hanging about, as well the three friends who were still deep in conversation.

from the corner, jana leaned back in her chair, eyes finding yours over the rim of her coffee cup. “chica,” she called casually, “your shift’s done, no? come sit. your star pupil should buy you a coffee, like a date.”

“jana.” kika hissed, her cheeks highlighting red.

“you were taking too long to make a move, she had to say something.” patri shrugged, taking a sip from her coffee. 

you wiped down the last corner of the counter, biting back a smile. the warmth of embarrassment rolled off kika, visible even from across the café. you tucked the cloth under the bar, pretending to consider the invitation for just a second longer than you needed.

“i’ll guess i can make some time for you,” you smiled, walking towards the empty chair at their table, “but i’m good for a drink.”

patri watched you for a beat too long, then smiled like she knew something you didn’t, “so, serendipity?”

you blinked, “what?”

“that’s what she’s been calling you,” she said, flicking her head toward kika, “kika doesn’t usually get poetic, so she must really like you.”

kika groaned into her hands, “stop talking.” she mumbled.

“she says your english lessons are better than the catalan lessons she’s getting from the team tutor.” jana added with a small laugh. 

your face scrunched a little at the mention of a ‘team’, and then it clicked, the matching tracksuits, the famous football club barcelona logo on each of their chests. there was no way it was a coincidence, maybe they just worked for the club?

kika just shook her head, cheeks red and glowing now, but her eyes flicked to yours with that same softness she always carried when she looked at you.

you let yourself hold her gaze. maybe just for a second longer than you should have.

and just as you were about to ask the question that was circling your brain, it all came crashing down. 

the door swung open with a violent jingle of the bell, louder than it had any right to be, your head turned and suddenly you were on your feet. 

your blood ran cold.

she didn’t wait. she walked straight toward you, voice already raised.

“you really don’t waste time, do you?”

your body tensed as the air in the room shifted.

a few people looked up, curious but cautious. you glanced toward kika and her friends, their conversation had stopped. kika had straightened in her seat, eyes narrowed slightly, jaw tight.

you forced a breath through your nose, standing up slowly, “bea, not here, i’m at work.”

her eyes flicked past you, to the corner table, then back again, “why not? thought you liked an audience.”

your face burned, not from embarrassment but the sharp sting of something you’d been trying to outrun for months, “i don’t want to speak to you, just leave, please.”

tears were threatening to fall from your eyes, your hands were starting to tremble as you watched her face light up as if she was enjoying this.

bea let out a bitter laugh. “no, you don’t get to say that. you don’t get to act like the injured party when i’m the one who got left!”

your jaw clenched, holding back everything that was threatening to spill, “you didn’t get left. you got caught.”

there was a heavy silence, followed by the scrape of a chair against the floor and then kika was on her feet.

“okay,” she said, stepping forward. her voice was calm, but her posture said otherwise, “you’ve said enough, it’s time to go.”

bea scoffed, eyes narrowing as her arms crossed, a mocking smile curling on her lips as she took a step closer, her eyes drifted to kika momentarily before they were back on you. “oh now you have a saviour?” she sneered, voice dripping with something that could only be described as venom, “cute, is she your rebound? gonna fix you huh, clean up your mess?”

her expression twisted into something crueler, “you act like i’m a monster, like you didn’t just walk away and erase all those years we had together. but sure, blame me, make yourself a saint. it’s easier than admitting you were never committed to us, to me…”

“i made one mistake, one, but you couldn’t handle it. you used it as an excuse to run, an opportunity to get out, just like you wanted. don’t pretend you didn’t want to leave me long before that.”

she looked around the room as if it was a stage, the deafening silence gave her power, “so go ahead and play the victim. let her defend you, but we don’t know the truth, don’t we?”

you stood frozen for a moment, the buzz of the cafe like static in your ears. your hands trembled as you took a step back, brushing past kika with a quiet ‘i need a minute’ and headed for the door. chest tight and vision blurring at the edges. 

bea saw it.

you didn’t have to look to know. she saw the way your shoulders curved in, the way your breath hitched and the way your pain was clawing its way to the surface. the same pain you had spent a long time trying to bury. 

and just like that, her entire demeanor shifted. 

gone was the snarling, spiteful ex as she morphed into someone new entirely, “hey… wait.” the change in her tone was nauseating, it became gentle, as if she was still someone you could trust. like she hadn't just tried to humiliate you in front of a room full of people. 

“you're upset, i get it.” she continued, voice laced with faux concern. “but you always do this, remember. run off all emotional. you always break and then you need me to pick up the pieces. that’s what we do, it’s why we work so well.”

bea smiled, too soft, too rehearsed. “just let me talk to you. alone. we can fix this, we always do.”

that’s when kika stepped between you two, no hesitation, “no, you don’t get to twist this,” she spoke, her tone cool and calm. “she’s upset because you made her this way, and you don’t get to feed off that anymore.”

bea’s eyes flicked to kika, as if she was debating whether she would be able to take her on and come out successful. but after a few moments she backed down and then turned her gaze back onto you. 

bea’s expression twisted, mouth curling into a smirk that didn't quite reach the eyes. she took another step forward, lowering her voice just enough to make it more threatening than loud. 

“oh you don’t want to leave me,” bea spoke, tone mocking. “then maybe i should tell everyone what you were like at the end. all those nights crying on the bathroom floor, begging me to stay, the fucking pathetic texts. the way you…”

bea reached for your arm, fingers latching on with a grip that was too tight. nails digging in. 

“maybe everyone would like to hear about how you couldn't even sleep alone without…”

but before she could finish, kika was there, shoving bea back with both hands hard, “back off!”

the force knocked bea a step or two back, almost stumbling over her own shoes. the tension in the room increased, crackling like static in the air. a few gasps broke out from nearby tables.

kika stood in front of you now, solid. her voice was low but lethal, “touch her again, and i promise you’ll regret it.”

jana and patri stood up too, “you better leave before you see how fast three footballers can throw you out of the building.” patri added. 

bea stared, blinking as if she couldn't believe what has just happened. her mask cracked, just for a second, and the bravado on display faltered. 

her eyes lingered on you for one final moment before she stepped back with a muttered curse, turned, and stormed out, the bell above the door marking her exit.

kika didn’t move until the door had fully swung shut. only then did her shoulders loosen slightly, her attention turning back to you.

“are you okay?” her voice quieter, her face painted with a look of empathy that surprised you. you weren’t used to it, it made your mind stutter.

you shook your head faintly, “i - i’m sorry, i need to go.” with that you grabbed your bag from behind the counter and ran straight out the door. 

-

the next day you called in sick. you couldn’t face kika, your regular customers, or your coworkers after the scene bea had pulled in front of everyone. 

you laid in bed staring at the ceiling, your body was riddled with anxiety. the silence in your apartment was suffocating, but the idea of filling it felt like too much.

your phone buzzed once. you didn’t look.

then again.

and again.

you peered at it, your coworkers name lighting up from your bedside table.

you rolled over, clutching your pillow to your chest. you weren’t sure if it was guilt or shame or some mix of both settling in your stomach. sure bea was gone, but her words and the impact they had weren’t.

none of it was true, but that didn’t dull the sting.

you thought about kika. the way she stood between you and everything ugly, the way her voice had cut through the noise. how she put herself on the line for you, protected you from something she knew nothing about.

but then you thought of her seeing you like that, completely frozen and helpless.

you hated it. 

so you stayed in bed, hardly moving, in the quiet where you could avoid everything.

-

but when the next day came, you couldn’t stay bundled up forever. so you pushed yourself out of bed, and went to work. 

you were doing your usual morning routine.

grinding the coffee beans, wiping the counter, checking the milk fridge, pretending your hands were shaking as you reached for the cups.

it was too early for your regulars but too late for the commuters. just you and the ache in your chest that hadn’t let up since bea decided to flip everything upside down.. again. 

you moved slower than usual, like your body hadn’t quite caught up to the fact that it was safe again, as if bea was still somewhere, watching.

the bell above the door didn’t ring, but your eyes kept flicking toward it anyway, like your brain couldn’t help bracing for impact. you didn’t even know if she’d come in.

but then she did. 

you didn’t look up right away, you told yourself it was a habit, that you were just focused on wiping down the steam wand. 

“morning.” her voice was soft, careful, as if part of her was hesitant to speak. 

you looked up. kika stood just inside the door, her hands in the pockets of her hoodie, her eyes on you with something unreadable behind them. she wasn’t smiling like she usually would, but there was a gentleness in her expression, like she was waiting for permission to be there.

“i didn’t see you yesterday.” she said after a beat, stepping forward slowly, like approaching something fragile, “i still came in, your coworker doesn’t make coffee as well as you do.”

you couldn’t help but smile faintly at her compliment, knowing your co-worker wouldn’t have spent the extra time perfecting the latte art or making sure the milk was at just the right temperature that kika liked. 

the quiet settled for a moment before you attempted to speak, “i didn’t think you’d come back,” you muttered, quieter than you meant to.

she tilted her head, eyes narrowing just slightly, “why?”

“i was worried she scared you off,” you started, your hands rubbing the cloth in your hand between your fingers, “she has a habit of ruining things that make me happy.”

she leaned her elbow on the counter, eyes still on yours, her voice dipping a little, playful but steady, “i train against some of the best football players in the world, i don’t get scared easily.”

your head tilted slightly as you tried to decipher what she was saying, eyebrows scrunching, “so you play football?” 

kika’s lips quirked, a soft curve that was half a smirk, half a dare, “i mean yeah, i run around a field with a ball for a living, so yeah.”

you blinked at her, brows still drawn, processing, “like for an actual team?”

her smile widened, like she was enjoying watching you put the pieces together, pointing to the barcelona crest that sat on her chest, “mhmm.”

the tracksuits, the subtle discipline, the confidence, the way jana and patri had joked. you felt your mouth part slightly. how did it take you that long for you to put the pieces together?

you exhaled a soft laugh, stepping back slightly with a stunned look. “and you didn’t think to mention that before?”

she raised an eyebrow, “you never asked.”

“i have so many questions.” you admitted.

yeah you weren’t necessarily ‘into’ football, your friends had dragged you to a game before but you spent most of it taking pictures of the cat mascot on the sidelines. barcelona breathed football and yet somehow the footballer who had been visiting you went right under your nose.

“perfect english practice then.” she grinned.

you made kika her usual, before drilling her with every football question you could possibly think of, including a very slowed down version of the offside rule.

you leaned on the counter, chin resting in your palm and a smile across your face as you watched her arrange the sugar packets like defenders and a spoon as the striker. her brows furrowed in concentration, tongue poking slightly out the corner of her mouth as she adjusted the layout so it would finally make sense.

“so,” she said seriously, tapping one of the sugar packets, “this is the last defender. if the striker, the spoon, is beyond this point when the pass is made, that’s offside.”

you stared at it, eyes narrowing. “but what if the spoon was, like, moving back behind the sugar?”

kika looked up at you slowly, “you’re trouble.”

you smiled sweetly, “i’m just trying to understand your world.”

she gave a small laugh, brushing a hand through her hair and shaking her head. “i can’t believe this is how i’m spending my recovery day.”

“you chose to come here.” you pointed out, nudging the napkin she’d used as a goalpost.

“i really did,” she murmured, eyes flicking up to meet yours again, softening at the edges, “i didn’t feel like being anywhere else.”

the words sank between you. 

lika leant back a little, letting her hand drift across the counter in a casual sweep. “and now you owe me.”

“i owe you?”

she nodded firmly, “you made me explain the offside rule with props, that deserves something.”

you tilted your head, amused. “what do i owe you then?”

“your number.” she grinned, a spark of mischief lighting in her eyes as if she set up that entire interaction perfectly. 

a soft smile pulled at your lips, “very smooth kika, very very smooth.” 

“what can i say? i obviously need some online english tutoring.”

you laughed slightly before grabbing the napkin she had used as a goalpost and a pen, scribbling down your number before sliding it across the counter towards her.

kika caught the napkin with a quick smile, her fingers brushing against yours for a moment longer than necessary.

“looking forward to our next lesson.” she smiled, voice low and teasing.

you felt your cheeks warm but managed a confident nod, with that she was gone. 

it had only been 20 minutes before an unknown number lit up your phone, 

[unknown number] - guess i’m a good teacher too, after that beautiful offside explanation 

you couldn’t help but laugh at her message, quickly changing her number into a contact, before responding. 

you - are you trying to steal my job?

kika - nothing could ever compare to your incredible english lessons

something in you was feeling bold, far bolder than you had been to kika in person.

you - careful… i don’t think you’re meant to flirt with your teachers

kika - then i don’t want to be your student

you caught yourself smiling, the kind that crept in slowly and made you warm. her message lingered on your screen, your thumb hovering just above a reply, heart skipping.

before you could type anything, the bell above the door chimed, sharp and familiar. you slipped your phone beneath the counter like it had caught fire, straightening just in time for the midday rush to pour in, pulling you back into routine with both hands.

serving what felt like hundreds of customers, the sudden rush filling the cafe swept you off your feet. 

the end of your shift arrived quicker than expected, and very typical for you the sunny barcelona weather had taken a turn. the once cloudless sky was now covered in a dark grey layer, one that had rain pounding against the pavement.  

you tried getting an uber, but of course it was nearly 25 euros for a 5 minute ride, so a 20 minute walk in the pouring rain seemed more ideal. 

pulling your hood over your head, you left the cafe and stepped out into the downpour, the kind that soaked you instantly. cold drops ran down your neck as you tugged your jacket tighter and started walking, head down, shoes already slipping against the wet pavement.

you’d only made it halfway down the street when a car slowed beside you, creeping just a little too perfectly in time with your steps. you glanced over, ready to ignore a stranger, until you saw her.

kika leaned across the passenger seat, window already down despite the rain.

“you weren’t going to text me back?” she said, one brow lifted, a teasing edge in her voice that was just soft enough to make your stomach twist.

you blinked, caught somewhere between disbelief and amusement, “you came all the way here just because i didn’t answer?”

“well my ego didn’t know how to handle it so i had to come check on you,” she gave you a crooked grin, “but now i see i’ve turned up at the right time, so get in because i’m not letting you walk home in this.”

you hesitated for half a second, until a gust of wind blew your hood back and rain trickled down your spine. with a quiet sigh, you climbed into the passenger seat, water dripping down your sleeves. 

kika reached over instinctively, tugging the heater dial up before glancing at you with a soft shake of her head, “you really were about to walk the whole way, huh?”

you shrugged, trying not to shiver as you pulled your sleeves down over your hand, “it’s only like 20 minutes, and it wasn’t exactly my first choice.”

she glanced sideways at you, her voice lower now, “next time, just text me, i’ll show up faster.”

you let out a breath of a laugh, heart skipping, “and here i thought footballers were busy.”

kika grinned, eyes back on the road as the car pulled away from the curb, “not too busy for you, put your address in my phone.”

you did as was asked and typed in your address before sitting back in the seat, “so do you always drive around rescuing baristas from the rain?” you teased, a grin across your face.

“only the ones who put little hearts in my coffee… and then ignore my texts.” she grinned back.

you laughed slightly, rolling your eyes, as a comfortable silence fell between you before you spoke up again, “thank you, for yesterday and today and just everything.”

“you never have to thank me,” she smiled lightly, “you deserve the same kindness you show people, and i’ll make sure i’m here to remind you.”

you gave her an appreciative hum, unsure of what to say other than thanking her again, but her words were running round your head at full speed. 

kika pulled up slowly to the curb outside your building, putting the car in park but making no move to rush you out. you turned to her, hand already on the door handle, then paused.

“i know you’ve just told me not to say thank you, so i appreciate you driving me home.” you smiled softly. 

she hesitated for a moment before speaking, “can i walk you in?” 

you blinked, surprised at the shift in her voice, a little more uncertain than usual.

“yeah,” you said gently, “of course.”

the two of you stepped out into the drizzle, kika flipping her hood up as she jogged around the front of the car walking in time with you. 

inside, the building was quiet, the soft hum of the elevator filling the silence between you. kika stood close, your arms just brushing as you were comfortably close. 

when the doors slid open on your floor, she followed you down the hallway, her gaze scanning the space before flicking back to you.

you stopped outside your door, turning back to face her. her hands were tucked in her jacket pockets now, and her brows drew together slightly like she was working up to something.

she let out a soft breath, glancing down for a second before meeting your eyes again. “i’ve got a game next week, a home game.”

you tilted your head slightly, you had a feeling you knew what was going to be asked, but you couldn’t help but tease her anticipation, “oh yeah.”

“yeah,” she nodded, a small smile playing at the corner of her mouth, “i’d really like it if you came.”

there was a short pause before you answered, “i’d really like to.”

her smile widened, warm and full of something unspoken, “i’ll text you the details.”

“looking forward to it,” your voice barely above a whisper but certain.

neither of you moved at first. then, slowly, she stepped back, still watching you like she didn’t quite want to leave just yet. she gave a small wave, backing down the hallway toward the elevator with a grin that stayed with you even after your door clicked shut.

inside your apartment, the silence felt safe. you stood still for a moment, a smile painted across your face as your heart fluttered. 

you had gotten so used to shrinking yourself down for someone who refused to let you live in happiness, apologising for taking up space as if you were never good enough no matter what you did. you were always wrong, never said the right thing, didn’t love correctly. even after moving cities, 700 miles away from everything you knew, everyone you loved, and you still become a second option to whatever was easier in the moment. 

yet kika made you feel the opposite. she was a ray of light, like a beam of sun that shone around her every where she went. you felt warm around her, safe, protected from everything negative your past could throw at you. 

you kicked off your shoes and hung your jacket, still damp from the rain, before moving to the kitchen and flicking on the kettle. the hum of it filled the space as your phone buzzed in your pocket.

kika - i meant what i said by the way. you deserve good things, and people who show up for you.

you - i’m starting to think you don’t need my english lessons anymore

kika - no entiendo ingles, ¿puedes enseñarme por favor? (i don’t understand english, can you teach me please?)

you couldn’t help but smile at your phone, warmth filling in your chest despite the rain still tapping softly against the windows. finally you felt a moment of peace, a moment where you weren’t concerned that a bulldozer was going to run through your life yet again, because in your little bubble, it was just you and her.

a/n - part 2 will be coming soon, i wanted to separate the angst of r's past from the real fluff of kika! thank you for reading, any feedback/requests can be left in my inbox! and ofc thank you @earpskeeper for your incredible help with the angst <3

[litany-writes]

mclaren hilton video highlights

the bed

oscar seeing "oscar 🔝🔝🔝" on the elevator doors and giggling about it. i know what you are

slippers that say "love lando" and "and oscar"

oscar being most impressed that they embroidered an australian flag emoji

the shirt with the tweet(?) saying "oscar you are the man" has only one like and oscar complaining that it deserves more

oscar flopping down on the landoscar bed and the camera panning to the ceiling, show a message that reads "you are something oscar" with trophy, koala, and heart emojis. in true oscar fashion, he read it in the most deadpan voice possible before following up with "yes. i am. as i lay here on the bed, i'm tired."

toothbrush with "you got this oscar" prompting him to go (very convicted) "yes. i do. i can brush my teeth."

oscar continues to point out the different like counts on the posts as they walk down a hallway. my comedic king

oscar imitating the "like a winner" ad when he reads one of the posts referencing it

they made. a CUSTOM TOASTER

seriously the toast is branded with "lets go oscar" like i can't make this up

the landoscar pillow

oscar clearly about to oscsplain why he's a driver and not a pilot (personally i think he did and they just cut it out. give us the uncut footage hilton please i'm begging you)

oscar making fun of how the curtains say "oski"

"you will not be seeing me flexin'"

iconic "in papaya we trust" sky banner

the ONLY time lando even appears in the vid is an iphone vid w crunchy audio that they posted before miami. and of course he is yapping about oscar in it. fork found in silverware drawer.

[godricgryffinsnore]

James Potter × insecure!reader.

Ft. What makes you beautiful by One Direction.

You may have to listen to it to write this one.

[can't believe that I am asking this. Like. James Potter× reader.

Like...

Me: Harry, is your father available?

Him: Uh. Didn't you love me?

Me: The question remains the same Mr]

The Way You Shine ♡ : A James Potter Fan Fiction.

pairing : James Potter x fem!insecure!reader

summary : James Potter falls harder for the girl who can’t see her own worth—and he'll do anything to help her believe it.

warnings : Insecurity, self-doubt, emotional vulnerability, mild angst, intense fluff, passionate kissing, cheesy songwriting, and chaotic Marauders banter. Please let me know if I missed any.

author's note : English is not my first language, so please forgive me for any grammatical errors or spelling errors. Re-blogging is completely fine with me, but please don't copy my work. I love you all. Enjoy <3.

della's note : I was deeply honored (and slightly unhinged) while writing this fic. The angst, the fluff, the chaotic songwriting session—I had way too much fun. James Potter deserves an award for Dramatic Romantic of the Year, and I’ll be accepting it on his behalf. Thanks for reading, and may your hoodies always be cozy and your Marauders always mildly unhinged. 💌

word count : 1.8k

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banners : @cafekitsune and @dollywons

“Oi! Where’s my jumper?!”

James’s voice echoed through the Gryffindor common room like a badly-tuned trumpet. Sirius poked his head over the back of the couch, where he’d been braiding his own hair while Remus read a dog-eared copy of Wuthering Heights, and Peter ate something suspiciously green.

“You mean the one you draped dramatically over that chair two hours ago like you were in a bloody Shakespeare play?” Sirius deadpanned.

“That one, yes!” James whirled around, hair already a mess from panicked searching. “I was planning on wearing it to Hogsmeade. It’s—it's my fit jumper. The good one. The one that makes my arms look... armier.”

“You have other jumpers, Prongs,” Remus said without looking up. “And your arms always look like overfed noodles.”

“Overfed sexy noodles,” James replied, striking a ridiculous pose in the mirror.

But his tone shifted the second he spotted you walking down the girls’ dorm stairs. His eyes softened instantly, his whole frame going still like he was bracing for a windstorm made entirely of stars.

You.

In a simple jumper and jeans, hair tucked behind your ears, holding your bag like it might vanish if you let go.

You—his favorite view in any room. But gods, you didn’t know.

“Hi, James,” you said shyly, not quite meeting his eyes. “Sorry I’m late.”

“You’re early, darling,” he said, grinning wide. “I just missed you.”

Sirius fake-gagged. “You’re a menace to modesty, Potter.”

“Let him flirt in peace,” Remus added. “It’s been three days since their last date. He’s in withdrawal.”

You flushed deeply and looked down, tugging on your sleeve, and James noticed immediately. His brow furrowed just a little, his smile faltering like a flickering candle.

He noticed everything about you. That was the problem—and the gift.

── .✦

The Hogsmeade trip was beautiful. The snow had begun to melt, revealing soft, muddy paths and little crocuses blooming bravely through the frost. But you couldn't shake the ache in your chest.

James held your hand like it was his religion. He swung it between you both as you walked, peppering your cheeks with random kisses, drawing hearts in the condensation on the windows of shops you passed. You laughed softly, playing along.

But something gnawed at you.

Everywhere you went, you saw her.

Clarissa Banks.

All high cheekbones and perfect lashes and hips that swayed like they had their own music. She waved at James. He waved back politely.

And your stomach dropped.

You weren’t like her. Not even close.

“I—I’m going to go to the loo,” you muttered, untangling your fingers from his.

He blinked. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just give me a minute.”

But you didn’t go to the loo.

You sat behind Honeydukes. Alone. In the cold. Hugging your knees.

Because what if he looked at you, every day, and just... settled?

You didn’t have her legs. Or her laugh. Or her confidence. You weren’t the girl everyone turned to look at when you walked into a room.

You were... just you.

Unextraordinary.

Forgettable.

── .✦

“Mate, where’d she go?” James was pacing outside the Three Broomsticks now, hands flailing. “She said she was going to the loo and never came back. It’s been forty minutes. Forty. Who takes that long to wee?!”

“I mean, you did last week,” Sirius chimed in, “but you were trying to get a spider out of your pants.”

“That was war,” James hissed. “This is different. Something’s wrong.”

“Go find her,” Remus said gently. “We’ve got this. Peter’s already on his third Butterbeer. He won’t even notice you’re gone.”

Peter gave a sloppy thumbs-up, foam on his upper lip.

James didn’t hesitate.

── .✦

He found you behind Honeydukes, shivering.

Looking so small, so sad, so far away.

“Darling,” he breathed, dropping to his knees in front of you. “There you are.”

You looked up, startled. “James? I—what are you doing here?”

“What am I—what are you doing here?!” His voice cracked, full of panic and something deeper. “You vanished. I thought you got kidnapped by Honeydukes gnomes or a—a jealous Slytherin, or—or the bloody wind!”

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, voice soft. “Just needed... space.”

“From me?”

Silence.

His face fell.

“Oh, sweetheart...”

And then you whispered it. Quietly. Like it might shatter the world: “I just don’t get it.”

“Get what?”

You looked at him, finally. Tears clinging to your lashes. “Why you like me.”

The words hit him like a slap. His mouth opened, then closed again.

“I mean—look at you,” you continued, voice cracking. “You’re James Potter. You’re handsome and charming and funny and everyone likes you. And me? I’m... nothing. I’m not funny. I’m not pretty. I’m not—”

“Stop.” He leaned forward, both hands cupping your cheeks now. “Stop right there.”

You blinked at him, startled.

“Every bloody day,” James whispered fiercely, “I look at you and wonder if I’m dreaming. I wonder how the hell I got so lucky. You think I don’t see the way you wrinkle your nose when you’re focused? Or how you light up when you talk about books? You think I don’t notice the way you always give the house elves a little smile, or how you listen when someone talks, like they’re the most important person in the world?”

You sniffed. “But I’m not—”

“You’re everything.” His voice broke. “You walk into a room and I swear to Merlin, my heart trips over itself trying to get to you. I love you so much it aches, and I’m not going to let your mind lie to you like that. Not while I’m here. Not while I’m in love with you.”

Your breath caught.

“In love...?”

“I’d scream it from the Astronomy Tower if I thought it would help. I’d carve it into the damn sky.” He gave a broken laugh. “Merlin, I do love you. Madly. Ridiculously. Hopelessly. All of it.”

And he kissed you.

Fierce. Tender. Worshipful.

His lips pressed against yours like a promise. His hands tangled in your hair as you melted into him, all fear unraveling like smoke.

You weren’t perfect.

But to James Potter—you were more than beautiful.

You were his.

── .✦

Back in the common room, Sirius raised a brow as James strutted in with his jumper half off his shoulder, cheeks flushed, and your lipstick smeared across his mouth.

“Merlin’s balls, did you make out behind a candy shop?”

“Shut it, Padfoot,” James said, completely unbothered.

Remus smiled into his book. “He’s glowing.”

Peter blinked. “I’m just glad no one died.”

James sat beside you on the couch, pulling you into his lap without hesitation.

And there you stayed, wrapped in his arms, letting him kiss the self-doubt from your bones.

Because you’d finally started to believe it.

Maybe, just maybe—

You were beautiful.

And James Potter was never going to let you forget it.

── .✦

“Alright, what rhymes with ‘freckles’?”

“...Speckles?” Sirius offered, peering over James’s shoulder.

“Speckles?” James repeated, turning to glare. “Speckles? Really, Pads?”

“I’m sorry,” Sirius said, snorting, “but you’re the one trying to write a love song that includes the words ‘eyebrow twitch’ and ‘shy hoodie girl.’”

James groaned dramatically, throwing his quill down. “It’s impossible. I’m trying to write about how beautiful she is and how much I love her even when she doesn’t see it—and all I’ve got is: ‘Your smile’s a spell, you trip me well... uh, I fell?’”

“That... is a mess,” Remus said from his seat, not looking up from his book. “Trip me well? What are you, a cursed shoe?”

“WHY IS NO ONE SUPPORTING MY MUSICAL GENIUS?”

“Because you’re writing a ballad and calling it The You of You,” Sirius muttered. “That’s not a title. That’s a riddle.”

Peter was sitting nearby, chewing through a massive bag of crisps. “I think it’s romantic.”

James slumped forward onto his parchment, dragging his hand down his face. “I just want her to know. I want her to feel it. That I love her—every weird little thing she hates about herself. Her awkwardness. Her hiding behind her sleeves. Her silence when she feels not enough. I love all of it. And I don’t know how to say it loud enough.”

The common room went quiet.

Sirius nudged him. “Maybe stop trying to say it perfect. Just say it real. Like you do when you’re with her.”

“That’s shockingly wise of you,” Remus said, eyeing him.

“Thank you,” Sirius said, flipping his hair. “I read one of your poetry books by mistake. It was traumatic.”

── .✦

Behind them, at the bottom of the staircase, you stood frozen.

You’d meant to come down for your forgotten scarf.

But you hadn’t expected to find your boyfriend declaring war on rhymes in your name.

Your heart beat wildly in your chest.

He loved you.

Not just the polished bits you tried to present to the world. Not the smiles you practiced or the clever lines you thought made you worth something.

He loved your silences. Your fears. Your hoodie sleeves and all the tiny things you tried to hide.

The you of you.

Merlin, what a terrible title.

And yet—you’d never heard something more true.

── .✦

James sat alone now. The others had wandered off, and he was still scribbling, muttering under his breath. He didn’t hear your footsteps.

“Hey.”

He jumped. “Buggering—you scared me!”

You smiled softly, sitting beside him. “Sirius let it slip.”

“Bloody traitor.”

You touched his parchment gently. “You’re writing me a song?”

James blushed scarlet. “It was supposed to be a surprise. A really romantic one. But it’s a total disaster. I’m not good at... poetic declarations.”

“You literally called my smile ‘a spell.’”

“It is a spell,” he said, suddenly serious. “You don’t see yourself, sweetheart. You walk into a room and change the air. You look at me like I’m something worth keeping. You make me want to write songs even if I’m rubbish at it. You’re magic, and you don’t even know it. That’s what kills me.”

You blinked rapidly.

“James—”

“No, let me finish.” He shifted closer. “You always get quiet when someone compliments you. Like you’re scared to believe it. But darling, I mean it. Every word. I love every cracked edge of you. I love your overthinking. Your second guesses. Your everything. And I’ll keep telling you until it gets through that stubborn, beautiful head of yours.”

And then—softly, tentatively—he began to sing.

── .✦

The Ballad of Beautiful You (terrible title, lovely lyrics)

You hide behind your hoodie strings, But I see stars in little things— The way you mumble, look away, How you still blush when I say— You’re magic made of quiet storms, Of half-said thoughts and nervous forms, But oh, my love, you steal my breath, You’re beauty dressed in tenderness.

── .✦

Your lip trembled.

“Say something,” he begged.

You didn’t.

You kissed him.

Hard.

Deep.

A make-out that stole the air from both your lungs.

Your fingers in his hair, his hands on your waist, lips moving like he was writing the song across your skin.

When you finally broke apart, you whispered against his mouth, “I love you.”

His forehead pressed to yours, voice wrecked with emotion.

“Then let me spend the rest of forever proving why you should.”

[prettiestmini]

Please

⋆˚✿˖° A Drabble ⋆˚✿˖°

Stephen Glass x reader

Warnings: Dry Humping, cursing, Stephen whining, and crying, mommy kink, edging, tiny bit of degradation

Pictures and dividers from Pinterest ! Proof read,, and feedback is appreciated ! <3

‘ Fuck mommy.. please..’ he whined to you, hips rocking back and forth over your thigh. His cock was rock hard and throbbing, aching and straining in his jeans. The friction felt so good, but nothing compared to the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him.

You two returned not too long ago from a party, he’d been clingy per usual. But got bolder the more drinks he had, whimpering and whining in your ear like a little bitch. ‘ please what?’ You looked up at him, arms crossed as you made him do the work himself. He was desperate and you knew it, the both of you knew it.

He looked up at you, face looking pitiful and pathetic. He had been at this for an hour, the friction was good but he ached to be inside of you. But after that stunt he pulled at the party? It’s a miracle you’re even letting him use your thigh to get off. ‘ mommy please.. I’m sorry’

Everytime he even got remotely close to cumming you told him to stop. It had been an hour,, he felt like he was losing his fucking mind. His hips pathetically dragging and grinding his achingly clothed cock against your thigh.

‘ sorry? No, I don’t think you are..’ you pinched his nipple and he yelped, body shuddering with a whine. ‘ a-ah.. b-but I am, I’m really sorry please mama..’ His eyes pricked with tears, his mouth going down to wrap around your nipple. Swirling his tongue around the peak, suckling on it and looking up at you pathetically.

Your hand caressed the back of his neck, tugging at his hair and making him whimper. His hips moved faster, he was right there— he looked so helpless and you loved it. He bit his lip, eyes fluttering as he felt himself on the brink.

‘ Mommy please, please can I cum? Can I cum please? I need it— nghh.. need it so bad..’ His hips rutted faster on your thigh, fingers digging into the sheets. His eyes were just pleading with you, full of need and glazed over with pleasure.

‘ Yeah? Gonna cum in your pants like a little bitch?’ He whines, swiftly nodding his head. ‘Mhm yeah I.. Mmph,, gonna cum in my pants mama, can I do it— please?’

After staring at his face, making him freak out and cry a little at the aspect you’re gonna deny him again. ‘ fine, cum then.’ You shrugged.

Stephen’s hips stuttered, ‘yes yes— thank you mommy thank you— fuckkkkk’ he felt his cock twitch, and sparks of pleasure coursing through his body. His eyes rolled back, drool running down his chin as he threw his head back and loudly moaned. His thighs squeezed around yours, grinding his softening denim covered cock against your thigh.

He looked utterly blissed out, and you couldn’t do anything but deviously smile at him. Fingers tracing the dark print on his crotch, he shuttered at the feeling. ‘ That’s my sweet boy, you did so good for me baby.. So proud of you for following directions.’

He wiped his face, ‘ thank you mama..’ he looked back up at you with that needy look. ‘Can I make you feel good now, please?’

Taglist: @speaknow-sw @ysrjune @moonlightkb @hearts4sammonroe @amiratheangel

Let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist! Honestly not the proudest of this one, I hate it. It looks really lazily done ngl. I’m gonna do better next time ! <3

[whiteeyes-is-a-mad-scientist]

The Butterfly King

Prologue and cover

WARNING: Please note this story will have elements of violence, death, horror, and fantasy religion. Read with caution.

This story takes place in a wof au that involves my fantribe the weevilwings. Big differences in this au from canon wof is the inclusion of knights and different deities that affect the world.

If you'd like this prologue and would like to stay further updated feel free to subscribe to the toyhouse story which will be linked below. Either way hope you enjoy as I attempt to get this idea out of my brain <3

"She's not doing well." 

The doctors eyes fell quickly with her words. Shame weighed down her scales, their usual jungle green vibrance gone. 

"Doesn't seem like anyone is..." My own words are less then comforting yet what else was there to say? Something more than a simple sickness was flowing through Pantala. Spreading fast. Queen Peapod's final daughter was behind the willow branch door. Writhing in pain and torment, occasionally screeching out nonsense no one could make out. 

"I wish I could do something... but whatever is in there is beyond me." Her talon runs across her cheek. Exhaustion pulled at her eyelids as they glanced once more at the door. "You've done your best that's what matters." I attempt to quietly shift in my armor to allow her to pass. 

"I know but I want to be able to do more than just fetching her wet moss." she pauses briefly "Has her majesty thought about contacting some dragon more...religious?" 

"Religious?" My brow raises as she lowers her voice "Yes. Such as a weevilwing priestess. I've heard they have been able to heal some more... miraculous ailments. There are others I've heard of though. The tree sisters, hive rabble, followers of the Great ice dragon, sky watchers, moons! even the beetles have rumors of religious groups." 

"You think there's something religious about this? As you better be certain before even considering the idea." I attempt to reign back the bark in my voice. I dont mean to be so rude but even the idea of starting religious rumors churns my stomach. The tree sisters, a leafwing group, were already torn in two and adding them directly into this would deepen the rift. The scarier thought was that of what if she was right. If this was something beyond our control. How do we battle that? 

"I.." The doctors mouth opened and closed many times. Wings drooping and head shaking she forced the words out "I'm... not.. sure..." tears broke as she shook her head once more. Silent tears turned to sobs and her head now pressed into my chest plate. "Please I'm begging you Hogweed. Bring up the idea with the queen you know she trusts you... she'll just be angry at me. The kingdom is out of doctors and we are running out of time. Remember your knights oath...please.." She broke into more sobs.

"Myrtle. Save your tears." Lowering my head I brush against her leafy frill, a sweet scent hits my nose. Most leafwings had some floral scent but something about Myrtle's was calming. "I will bring it up with the Queen, but I can't promise anything." She retracts "Thank you." 

a wing curls up to wipe her face "I need to get going. Venus is most likely growing uncomfortable and I'm already out of water." Just like that she snaps back into work. Her eyes race around in thought, tail grabbing an empty jar as she starts down the hall. "Keep an eye on her and..and be careful." With that she was gone. I was left alone again back to thinking about her mentions of religion. A shiver ran down my frill as the dimly firefly lit halls held a colder stare. Often you could hear crickets, frogs, and other night critters among the palace but tonight it was silent. In forests and jungles silence is never a good sign and tonight felt no different. 

Thunk

My head turns back to the door

THunk thunk

Slowly I push through the willow "Your grace?" I didnt expect any coherent answer but even a growl of pain would let me know she's still alive. Nothing. Silence once more. Worrying is beginning to take over as I push in further. "Your grace?"

Thunk 

Turning toward her bed I find she has managed to roll her head off the pillows. It raises gently and falls back to the floor. Thunk. poor thing. Too weak to even lift her own head. I start towards her to help when a cold chill stops me. 

"Hogweed.." She sucks in a harsh breath hissing my name "...son of Goatgrass... successor of snakeroot..." another hissing breath which quickly turned into a coughing fit. 

"Your grace?"

Her head lifts in an un-dragon like fashion. Stretching like a snake and rolling backward to look at me. A normal dragon could only hold this stretched backwards glance for a few moments before a headache would set in... she held it for long silent moments. A wheezing breath turned into a low growl, nothing her grace could have ever made. The growling started within her chest and crawled up her throat, exiting as a deep chuckle. The fireflies lighting her room stopped flashing and left me with only the dim mercy of the moons. "Your blood doesn't remember but I do... I had eons to remember."

"Who are you." My voice isn't as strong as it should have been and the voice relishes in this hesitance with another laugh. 

"Ask those religious leaders you wish to call upon. Maybe they can tell you..." Venus's body flexed in odd manners. Wings twisted as talons jerked out clawing at things not there "Or maybe they have forgotten as you have." it laughed again.

I shook my head "Whatever you are let her go. She's done nothing to you-"

"Wrong!" fangs flashed and her limbs drooped once more "You've all done something. All guilty." It spat "Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!" the grumbling voice turned back to Venus's as the chant went on. Her body untwisted as she chanted the scream louder.

"Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!"

I stumble back as she trashed about. I barely noticed Myrtle's return. She says something to me before rushing over to try and calm Venus. I can't hear her. Myrtle was right. This wasn't something within our medical understanding. This was something worse. With pounding heart I turn and rush out of the room. Venus's screams only grow louder. 

"Guilty!"

https://toyhou.se/~literature/298958.the-butterfly-king

[arliganzey]

Delta Squad Week Day 1: Dinner

For the @deltasquadweek event, I'm kicking off day 1 with a squad gossip session. Enjoy. <3

Title: What Should We Drink To? Rating/Warnings: M (alcohol consumption) Word Count: 2.5k Special Guest Appearance: Bardan Jusik Summary: Delta Squad's hunt for rogue Kaminoan scientist Ko Sai has led them to Tropix Resort, a fabricated luxury beach resort on the planet Dorumaa. General Bardan Jusik has tasked Delta with an important mission: eat dinner at the resort restaurant. Read it on AO3

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Tropix Resort, Dorumaa System, 479 Days After the Battle of Geonosis

“Real swell of General Jusik to take us out to dinner for all the trouble,” Scorch said, scrolling the holomenu. He couldn’t understand half of what was on it.

“I don’t get it,” Sev grumbled. “We didn’t do anything.”

Boss sat uncomfortably in the middle of the semi-circle booth with his arms folded, the squad seated on either side of him. Earlier that afternoon, General Jusik dropped a bag of civvy clothes in front of them and told them to get dressed and have dinner ‘on him’. 

“It reeks of bribery,” Boss said.

“You’re the one that agreed to it. I’m blaming you if we get court martialed,” Scorch said, still scrolling the menu.

“By who?” Fixer asked. “Sergeant Vau? Zey? We’re trapped in some spy games we aren’t supposed to know are even happening.”

“I bet this goes straight to the Chancellor. It’ll be the gallows for us,” Sev muttered.

A lovely Twi’lek server approached the table. Every staff member at the Tropix Resort was a beautiful, Rutian Twi’lek. They were so blindingly pretty that it became difficult to notice after a while, like staring into the sun.

“Hello, gentlemen,” she said smoothly. “Are you…” Her gaze paused on Sev and Scorch whose facial scars were most obvious to a civilian. Being a fabricated luxury resort employee who dealt mostly with venture capitalists, bankers, and wealthy heiresses, she seemed momentarily thrown off from the script.

Boss, Fixer, and Sev stared back at her with equally disrupted thoughts, as this was the first time any of them had been directly addressed by one of the women working here. Scorch smiled.

“Hi,” said Scorch, looking for her nametag. “Aleena. How are you?”

“I’m doing well. Thank you for asking,” Aleena said, her bright blue eyes blinking until her thoughts reset. Four men who looked like mercenaries on “vacation” probably meant trouble. She smiled back at him, nervous.

Scorch turned on the charm, leaning on the table and grinning up at her. “Can we have a pitcher of Hurricane Punch?”

“Yes, of course. What flavor?”

“Muja fruit.”

“Frozen or on the rocks?”

Scorch did not hesitate. “Frozen. Please.”

“Can I get you anything else?”

“We’d like to do the sushi boat,” Fixer announced.

“The what?” Sev asked.

“Sushi boat,” Fixer repeated for his brother, pointing to the menu holoimage in front of Scorch.

“That is a great choice,” said Aleena.

“Better make it two,” Boss said.

The whole squad looked at him. Aleena became perplexed once more. “Two… sushi boats?” she repeated.

“Yes, please. We’re pretty hungry.”

Aleena did not make a habit out of arguing with guests. Based on the advertised image alone, one sushi boat seemed to be enough for at least six people.

“Of course, sir,” she said finally. “It may take a while to prepare,” she said carefully. “Is that… all right?”

“Not a problem,” said Boss.

“Can we get an order of cheese sticks? Please,” said Sev.

The server’s lekku shivered at the sound of Sev’s voice. “Yes, an order of cheese sticks. Anything else?”

“Nuna wings,” Scorch chimed in. “‘Volcano style’,” he added in a deep, intense whisper as required by the holomenu font which was doused in flames.

“I’d like the chopped vegetables and dip sampler too, please,” said Fixer.

Aleena recorded the orders, the tips of her lekku still quivering a bit. “Very well, gentlemen. Will that be all?” she asked hesitantly.

“Yes, thank you,” Boss said before Scorch could order a second plate of ‘volcano-style’ wings that nobody but him would eat.

Aleena bowed her head and left.

“We are so going to jail for taking a bribe,” Scorch said.

“Supermax for sure,” Sev said.

“At least we won’t be hungry.” Fixer took out his datapad and started tinkering.

Boss took a deep breath in an attempt to relax. Tomorrow would start the work of excavating the site of what might have been Ko Sai’s secret lab, which was now buried underwater in an apparent explosion. The squad could have started hours ago. But General Jusik didn’t seem to be in a rush, even with his boss General Zey breathing down his neck and pressure from the Chancellor himself about the urgency of recovering the Kaminoan scientist.

None of it added up.

“Do you think Omega squad makes this a regular thing?” Boss asked, thinking out loud now. “They’re tight with Jusik. I reckon he takes them out to dinner for a job well done.”

“Kal’buir takes all his boys to the drive-thru for kids meals,” Scorch said. “I bet they got the toys to prove it.”

Fixer snickered, and even Boss grinned.

“Think he takes Bard’ika too?” Sev asked. He might as well join in.

“For sure,” said Scorch. “Bard’ika’s got the most toys of them all. Who’d have thought Skirata would have a jetii favorite? Ordo must be horribly jealous.”

“Ordo likes Bard’ika too,” Fixer said.

“What’s not to like?” Sev said. “He’s smart and cunning all while looking like an innocent schoolboy. Zey doesn’t even suspect he’s practically one of Skirata’s private army.”

Boss stared at Sev. His conjecture, which was meant to be a joke, started to sink in. Even Fixer put his datapad down.

“You don’t think…” Fixer said.

“All those private com calls,” Scorch said.

“Could be a girlfriend,” Boss tried with no certainty at all.

Sev and Scorch made noises that almost resembled giggling.

“Jusik has been talking to Skirata about this mission. That has to be it,” Fixer said, lowering his voice.

“And we were specifically ordered by Zey not to tell Skirata about hunting down Ko Sai,” Scorch said.

“That’s treason,” Sev hissed.

“Shut up,” Boss snapped. “It’s none of our business.”

“What if we can’t find Ko Sai?” Sev asked, gripping the edge of the table like he was about to get up at a moment’s notice.

A droid rolled up to the table and caused the squad to snap to attention so it didn’t look like they were whispering secrets. Sitting up ramrod straight and ceasing all conversation only made them look even more conspiratorial. The droid paid no mind, dropping off four cocktail glasses and a pitcher of ombre pink-orange-yellow alcoholic slushie. It rolled away.

Scorch started pouring the drinks. “Then Sarge kills us before the Chancellor can. You think the old chakaar would let a pruny politician have us killed by firing squad? No, he’ll do it himself.”

“They wouldn’t waste the ammunition on a firing squad,” Fixer cut in. 

“We’ll get sent out of an airlock,” said Sev.

“Stop,” Boss ordered. “Nobody’s getting executed. We never even had this conversation. Is that understood?”

“Yessir,” the other three chorused.

The Twi’lek server returned with the appetizers and placed them down on the table. “Can I get you gentlemen anything else right now?”

“Not right now. Thanks, Aleena,” Scorch told her, flashing another smile.

“All right.” She smiled back and left.

When Scorch looked back at the squad, they were all glaring at him. “What?”

“Nothing,” Fixer said, and went back to his datapad while nibbling at his plate of vegetables and dips.

Boss dragged a hand over his face before taking a drink of frozen punch.

Before long, a second pitcher of slushie punch was ordered, and one sushi boat arrived. The squad agreed the chef was calling their bluff — see if they can make it through one boat before they bother with another. 

Well, they’d never had to feed four very hungry commandos.

Delta squad dug in. The table was silent except for a few mutterings of can I try that?, was it spicy?, pass the hot sauce, but otherwise the commandos’ mouths were occupied with sushi roll after sushi roll.

When Aleena came back to check on them, half the boat was gone. She said nothing, simply staring in awe as the spectacle of four men inhaling dozens of rolls of sushi. It captivated (and kind of disgusted?) her.

“Uhm,” she said after a moment when nobody noticed her. “How is the sushi boat?”

“Wonderful.” Boss delicately patted his mouth with a napkin and smiled at her. “We’ll need that second boat.”

“And shots,” Scorch said.

“What?” Fixer asked with audible disdain.

“A round of rum shots,” Scorch clarified with a beaming smile.

“Okay,” Aleena said, smiling back at Scorch even though Fixer was staring at him like he might hit him. “Four shots…?”

“Four shots,” Fixer grumbled, not wanting to argue while the pretty Twi’lek was watching. Aleena put in the order and left the table.

Sev hadn’t looked up from his plate throughout the exchange.

A few minutes later, the droid delivered the shots and Scorch handed them over to his brothers. “What are we drinking to?”

Boss shrugged, holding up his shot glass. “General Jusik.”

“To General Jusik, may he find manda or whatever it is he’s looking for.”

They raised their glasses and drank.

Scorch nearly choked on the burning liquid as he brought the glass down to reveal a skinny blonde man with a scraggly beard standing in front of their table. Had he heard? He definitely heard.

Jusik seemed unbothered. Well, not any more bothered than he had been all day.

“Looks like you’ve managed to find something to eat for dinner,” he said with a mild smile and indicating the picked over sushi boat.

“Want some, sir?” Sev asked.

General Jusik, weariness under his eyes, nodded and sat down. He still looked like a ticking time bomb that might break down and yell or cry.

Boss wordlessly put a few sushi rolls on a plate and handed it to Scorch to hand to Jusik. Then he looked expectantly at Scorch to do… something about the general. He looked downright morose.

“Try the punch, sir.” Scorch passed a glass to him and poured. Jusik took it and sipped. They’d all shared stories and drinks before and after the Triple Zero mission, and there was something a bit nostalgic about it, although the absence of Skirata, the Nulls, and Omega made it a lot less festive. So did the news of Fi’s injury—the last they’d heard from Omega, he was not responding to stimuli.

“It’s good,” Jusik said in an effort to perk up. “Thanks. What’s in it?”

“No idea, sir. Some kind of alcohol.” Scorch grinned.

Jusik shrugged and drank a little faster.

“It’s rum.” Fixer went back to his datapad, less casually tinkering and now looking like he needed to be working on something.

Boss ordered a third pitcher and decided to venture straight into uncharted territory. “Sir, any news of Fi?”

“No. Nothing new.” Jusik went from looking slightly stable to definitely about to cry.

“He’s in good hands.” Boss did not sound convinced. “Head injuries happen. The medics know what they’re doing.”

Sev finished his glass. “‘Nother round of shots,” he croaked at the server droid as it passed by.

Nobody expected Jusik to protest or scold them for the amount of alcohol circulating around the table, and he didn’t.

“It’s best not to think about it,” Scorch said. “There’s nothing we can do.”

That roused Jusik enough to look at him, his eyes wide and a bit wild. “That’s not true. We’ve been sent out here on a fool’s errand, when I could be helping Fi.”

The squad froze. So did Jusik.

“Say again, sir?” Boss said.

“Nothing. It’s nothing. We’ll sort it tomorrow.” Jusik shrank into the booth, looking like he regretted sitting down with them.

Scorch felt… bad for him, but more than that, annoyed that the general knew something the squad didn’t, and probably should. He could tell the synapses fired for the rest of the squad too. Jusik was lying to them, but it was hard to stay mad. The way the general cared like no one else in command did…

Jusik was, above all else, infallibly likable.

“With all due respect to General Zey,” Jusik said carefully, “you should be tasked with something more important than a man hunt. It’s a waste of your skills. But General Zey thinks you’re capable of accomplishing anything, for what that’s worth. It’s why he wanted you on the job.”

The squad went back to eating, but more like picking at their food, in an attempt to get Jusik to do the same. He seemed stretched to his limit, which said a lot for a Jedi. 

They couldn’t stay mad at him. Even if Jusik was playing spy games, the squad knew Vau was aware, and Vau wouldn’t let anything happen to them if things went sideways. Jusik was trying to assure them Zey wouldn’t give them any trouble, either, but they were all less sure of that.

“Aw, the general really likes us,” Sev said cloyingly.

“Aw, shucks,” Scorch said.

“Warms the heart.” Fixer glanced over at Jusik, unsure if the banter would make him lighten up. He always seemed so eager to impress, to feel included, to do things right. Well, this was how Delta handled everything, so he could either keep up or shut it out.

“Yeah…” Jusik sensed the teasing and smiled again. “I’m not just saying that.”

“We know,” Boss said. “We don’t want to let him down. Or you.” Mostly you.

Jusik nodded, and the shots arrived, which he took upon himself to distribute. It was almost apologetic.

“What are we drinking to?” Scorch asked.

They all looked at Jusik. It was his lot as the commanding officer at the table to make the toast.

“To Fi,” Jusik said quietly.

The commandos raised their glasses, nobody looking directly at each other, afraid that they’d see their own fear reflected in their brothers’ eyes.

“To Fi,” Delta squad chorused, and everyone drank.

It became apparent that 1700 was an early hour for dinner. As the evening progressed, the restaurant filled up, and so did the bar. When the second sushi boat was demolished, and a fourth pitcher of slushie completed, Delta squad and Bardan Jusik faced the imminent next step, which was to go back to the transport to finish planning the mission.

A mission no one seemed to have any hope of completing.

“I wanted to see the aquarium by the bar,” Jusik said suddenly.

“Yeah. Looks nice,” Sev mumbled.

The commandos’ enhanced metabolisms made the copious amounts of alcohol consumed seem like nothing more than a couple of drinks. Admittedly, they managed to feel a small buzz, but not enough to impede their judgment. Only enough for them to realize the mission was a lost cause, and like Jusik said, they’d sort it in the morning.

If Vau knew, he’d kill them. But Vau wasn’t here. He was probably part of the reason why the whole thing went to osik.

Jusik paid at the control panel next to their table and motioned for them to follow him to the bar.

“Guess that’s an order,” Boss said.

Scorch slid out of the booth, followed by Boss, Fixer, and Sev. “We love following orders. Let’s go.”

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Being someone who read Under The Red Hood and came out with the firm belief that, for Jason, it's not about killing Joker, it's about Jason wanting proof Batman would choose him over the Joker (bc shelia chose the joker). Makes seeing any other media where it's all about just wanting the Joker dead is a teeny bit frustrating. to be honest

Jason could've killed the Joker himself, really, really easily. Jason kidnaps the Joker before the confrontation. I can't open my comic for a reference right now, but it felt like he had the Joker for quite a bit before the confrontation. He had him. He beat him up with a crowbar. He had every single opportunity to kill the Joker himself, but he didn't because that wasn't his goal. Make no mistake, he did plan for the Joker to be dead by the end of it, but do you see what im trying to say here

Edit: If I knew this post was gonna get 1000+ notes I would've tried to word it better or something, this was a rant I made on the way to the grocery store 😭

It's not about making Batman kill either. When Batman says he won't kill, Jason adjusts and goes, 'Let ME kill the Joker or kill me to stop me' instead. The test is all about Batman choosing him. The whole final confrontation is Jason's first death again. The parent, The Joker, and the explosives. It even ends with Jason unable to move as a bomb goes off right next to him again because the parent didn't choose Jason. And instead tried finding an option that'd benefit them and (consequencely) letting the Joker walk, again, lol, lmao <-in agony

[jadewritesficshere]

Sitting Pretty

This is just pure filth like barely a plot ok 😫🥴

Eddie Munson x Female!reader

18+ONLY

Warnings: pet names (baby, pretty girl), slight degradation and condescending language (use of slut) (this really isn't degradation in my mind but that's cause I'm used to a lot worse so technically it is but), boot riding, squirting

Eddie dropped the box on the coffee table with a loud thud. It landed next to the other boxes he had carried, and the one you had. After a long day of work, he was tired. He wanted to sit down, relax, and do absolutely nothing. Of course, when you called and said you needed help moving boxes, he came. He knew he was entirely fucked. Wrapped around your fingers. You could tell him to jump and he'd ask how high.

Eddie pushed a strand of hair out of his face, it briefly getting caught on his fingers, making him shake his hand to get it unstuck. He glared at the partially grey hair still wound around his fingers (you said it made him look distinguished and metal. He couldn't complain too much at that). You set your own box on the table and smiled at him,"Thanks Eds, I know you're tired. It means a lot to me you would do this." Eddie hummed,"mhm. What is this stuff anyways?" "Oh, my uncle and aunt were getting rid of a bunch of stuff, so they gave it to my parents, who got rid of more stuff, aaaannnd dumped it on me," you shrugged," I'll go through it and see if there is anything good, then send it to the secondhand store."

Together, you and Eddie started going through the boxes. Eddie pretended to be wounded finding a dungeon master's guide, you found a harmonica and attempted to play a Corroded Coffin song (which had Eddie wheeze laughing and joking about adding a harmonica solo to their next single), he had tried on a pink jacket at your insistence while you had put on a hat that didn't fit (both of you traded items and agreed they looked better on each other then yourselves before promptly tossing the items back in the box), and then you struck gold.

You pulled out a pair of light brown leather cowboy boots. The intricate stitching on the side had caught your eye at the bottom of the box. The tips of the shoes slightly pointed and squared off. You blink at them and hand them to Eddie. Eddie looks at them before scoffing," Nope, those will squish my feet. You see the ends of them?" You roll your eyes," Eddie, if they hurt people's feet why would cowboys wear them? They work on their feet all day!" Eddie was tempted to tease you and say cowboys aren't real, but then you pout at him. The pout making your lips stand out caused him to hesitate. "Please?" He sighed and couldn't help but give you a quick kiss before grumbling and sitting to put the boots on. He could hear your faint cheers as he sat on the recliner.

Your focus was on the box in front of you until you heard Eddie clear his throat and ask,"Well, what do ya think?" You turned and-

Damn.

Eddie stood there with his hands on his hips. Your eyes trailed over him. His curly hair was frizzy from the humidity and a long day of working and sweating at the auto shop. His skin pale, save for a smear of oil on his cheekbone. His tank top showed off his arms beautifully, muscles straining, his bicep wrapped from a new tattoo he had gotten. The tank top tight against his skin, showing you his waist. You could see the bump at his belly button where his piercing was. His jeans were slightly loose, the only light wash pair he owned that he threw on when he hadn't done the laundry. Those stupid cowboy boots sat on his feet, the slight heel giving him extra height. He turned and held his arms out, striking a few poses. They weren't heels, but they made his ass pop (God, now you wanted to see him in heels). The light jeans making his ass look bigger, perfect to hold. Slap even.

"Ya know, they actually are kinda comfortable," Eddie turned back to face you with a smile," they don't- oof!" Eddie lands on the recliner with a grunt from you pushing him. He glares at you," you have to quit doing that! You're gonna strain my back or some shit." "Hm...stop being so fuckable then," you climb on top of his lap and lean close to his ear to whisper," besides, you like it." Eddie clears his throat and grasps your hips. You roll your hips slightly into his, watching him inhale sharply. The scruff of his unshaved jaw beckons you forward, kissing it lightly before trailing down his neck.

You nip and suck at his neck, smirking as he tilts his head to give you better access. His hands that firmly grasp your hips, shift to grab your ass instead. You hum as you pull back, staring at the glistening neck and the lovely purple mark you left. It may be childish to leave a hickey, but you couldn't help but want to mark Eddie up, adding shades of purple and red near his existing tattoos. Eddie's eyes are blown, his pale face flushed a deep red. You shift on top of him, rolling your hips into his again, feeling his hardening length. The feeling of you grinding against him makes him groan. Unbuttoning his jeans, you awkwardly try to unzip them, leaning back into Eddie's hands. He takes that moment to squeeze your ass. You whimper at the feeling and lean forward to kiss him, thoughts of removing his pants forgotten.

His lips are soft, slightly chapped, but still so plush against yours. Your mouths move in tandem, tongues darting out. Eddie licks into your mouth, groaning as he takes control. He sucks on the tip of your tongue before pulling back. Both of you taking deep breaths. "Take these off baby," Eddie mumbles, tugging at the hem of your shorts. You nod and clamber off him.

You push your shorts and panties down, balancing a hand on Eddie's knee as you step out of them. You go to get back on Eddie but he stops you," Now hold on, baby." You let out a whine in annoyance. Eddie chuckles and clicks his tongue at you," You seem all pent up, what's got you like this?" "You, now let me on-" "Nah, I think it's something else. Like my boots, Baby?" You nod emphatically, attempting to straddle Eddie again, but he puts his leg out in front of you. The sole of his boot presses against your stomach, and he pushes you back lightly. "Prove it pretty girl."

You pause and tilt your head slightly before grasping Eddie's boot covered ankle. Eddie nods to his foot and taps your stomach with the sole. You step back and bend at the hips, eyes locked with Eddie's, and kiss the tip of the boot. He chuckles and motions you with a finger to continue. You give the boot another kiss, and another. The leather firm against your mouth. Eddie smirks," You can do better then that." "I'm not licking the boot." You stand up and drop Eddie's foot with a thud. Eddie relaxes back spreading his legs, "Who said anything about licking? What's that saying...save a horse, ride a cowboy?"

You blink at him as your mouth falls open. Eddie taps the boot against the hardwood ground, causing clicks to echo. "Go on pretty girl." You can feel your arousal slowly drip down your thighs at the thought of Eddie's request. It was demeaning, dirty, and damn if it didn't delight you. You slowly kneel at Eddie's feet, lowering yourself until your core hit the leather.

The fabric was stiff and slightly rough against your pussy. Your arousal dripping onto the boot, causing it to slicken and make it easier to move. You look up from where you're situated to look at Eddie. You can't help the moan that escapes at the site of him. The once slightly baggy jeans are now very filled out from his bulge. One hand resting on it, squeezing lightly. The top of his unbuttoned jeans showing off his happy trail. The opal belly button piercing glinting in the light. The tattoo of the dragon above the jewelry moving with every deep breath he takes. A hickey on his pec from last week. The rest of his tattoos scattered about, glistening from sweat. The scruff on his jaw and neck. The grey hairs at his temples. The smirk on his face, even though it is flushed. The demeaning look he gives you.

You grind against the boot, faltering slightly under his gaze. "Look at you, sitting pretty," Eddie coos at you, patting your head. He knows you hate that, making you feel small. Stupid. "Such a good slut, making my boots all wet." His words make you clench around nothing, throbbing with want.

You buck your hips quicker against his boot. You shift angles slightly and moan as the boot rubs against your clit. The sensation is too much. The pleasure invades your brain, coherent thoughts gone. You feel the pressure building in your lower stomach. A tingly warmth spreading out from your core. "Fuck I'm-" your breath hitches and your hips fumble losing rhythm. "Come for me baby," Eddie grasps your jaw firmly, tilting your head up to face him," Drench my boots like the good slut you are, pretty girl." You gasp as the pressure builds to a crescendo. Your eyes close and you moan head falling back in pleasure. Lights flash behind your eyes as euphoria spreads throughout your limbs. You distantly feel the wetness gush as your hips buck wantonly. Your brain goes fuzzy with static from euphoria. You briefly hear Eddie moan a fuck.

You come back down to earth, loosening your grip on Eddie's thighs. You hadn't even realized you were gripping them. You scoot away from his boot, still on your knees. The light brown leather is soaked, turning a dark brown. A puddle of your release is on the boot, making you feel warm from embarrassment.

"Fucking hell...you squirted," Eddie shakes his head and chuckles. You stand on shaky legs, Eddie helping hold you in place. You glance down at the puddle slowly dripping off his shoe and onto the floor. "Can I ride you now?" You ask saccharinely.

"You're gonna have to give me a minute," Eddie's eyes dart away from yours, clearing his throat. He shifts and you glance at the movement. His jeans are slightly loose again. The light denim jeans having turned dark at a wet spot. "Made me come like a fucking teenager," Eddie stands grabbing your hand. He tugs on your arm, leading you towards the bedroom.

You were definitely keeping the cowboy boots.

[rain-on-wax-feathers]

nonhuman burr, washington, and eliza!!!

[cringelordofchaos]

please eradicate my existence

[mintandcreme]

you mentioned you were in your vpop era on a post, can you give me some recs? 👀

OMG?! I’m so grateful you asked because I’ve been wanting to talk about it to someone but haven’t got the chance. THANK YOU lol! I got kind of carried away though… :( so I’m super sorry about it. I translated the names and summarized the lyrics (or it was an attempt to cause they’re kinda off 🤡) so you can choose which ones interest you the most 😭

On the bright side, more options cause I’m not sure about your taste! (Some of these I don’t listen to though haha)! Ballads:

Phía Sau Mot Co Gai [Behind a Girl] - Soobin Hoàng Sơn - {Unrequited love, so he watches from afar and wishes he had known her sooner}

2. Giá Như Em Nhìn Lại [Pretend You Looked Back] - JSOL - {Regret towards a past relationship - wish he had known the outcome}

3. Đủ Xa Tình Sẽ Cũ [When Far Away Enough, Love Will Get Old] - JSOL (My favorite song right now) - {Waiting for someone who never comes}

4. Không Thể Cùng Nhau Suốt Kiếp [Can’t Be Together Forever] - Hoa Minzy (my favorite version is with Hoa Minzy, Duc Phuc, and Erik for the high notes, but the more heartbreaking version is the one with Hoa Minzy and Mr. Siro) - {Is heartbroken and wonders why they broke up}

5. Đợi đến tháng 13 [Wait Until The 13th Month] - Vu Thịnh - {Relationship ended yet still waiting for something impossible}

6. Anh Cứ Đi Đi [Just Go] - Hari Won - {Guy cheats, girl tells him to leave because he cheated, and cause she wants to see him happy 💀}

Cute??? Songs:

Hiếm Có Khó Tìm [Rare and Hard to Find] - JSOL, Han Sara - {You’re the one I’ve been looking for}

2. Trên Tình Bạn Dưới Tỉnh Yêu [Above Friendship, Below Lovers] - MIN - {Platonic love}

3. Đẹp Nhất Là Em [Prettiest is You] - Soobin Hoang Son, Jiyeon (There’s a Korean version and I think the lyrics are different) - {Girl is insecure and guy reassures her that she’s pretty and he loves her inside out}

4. Ngày Đẹp Trời Để Nói Chia Tay [A Pretty Day to Break Up] - Lou Hoang - {I think they fell out of love and he’s at her wedding and they’re both trying not to cry? I don’t really know 😭}

5. Từng quen [Used To Know] - Wren Evans - {Wondering if one regrets the past relationship? Translation in wonky lol}

Chill Songs:

vaicaunoicokhiennguoithaydoi [A Few Words Can Change People ] - GREYD, tlinh - {Think before you speak cause they can hurt a relationship :D}

2. Nen Yeu Hay Khong Nen [Should I Love You Or Not] - JSOL (on the verge of sad, but I think it’s chill) 💀- {Guy decides if he should confess cause he think if he does, it’ll ruin their friendship (guess what he chooses 🤡)}

3. Het Yêu Thật Sâu (Let Me Love You) [Did We Truly Fall Out Of Love (Let Me Love You)] - JSOL - {No one will ever love you like I do}

4. Từng Là [Used to Be] - Vu Cat Tuong - {Used to be lovers}

Side note: “Anh Trai Say Hi,” has a LOT of songs lol that got me into Vpop, and is the only survival show I’ll watch fully because all the contestants are pretty much established musicians, so when they get disqualified, you still get updated on their stats and get new music later (probably lol)! If you’re interested in some songs, here are two! 1. SAO HẠNG A [Class A Star] - {A celebrity falls in love and is absolutely enamored}

2. NGÁO NGƠ [Fool] - {Even though broke up, realizes still a fool for her and wants her back. Girl’s like nah, forget me}

[cowardstiel]

i think it should be mandatory that everyone watch The Social Dilemma at least once every six months

[koushirouizumi]

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[dcxdpdabbles]

Alfred: I'm afraid I don't have any open positions right now available

Danny: There isn't? But what about the ad on Gotham Job Connects saying a nanny was needed at Wayne Manor?

Alfred: I am unsure how that go on there but I can assure you, no one here put up that-

Damian: Excuse me, are you Daniel Fenton?

Danny: *Blinks down at child* Oh um yes I am.

Damian: Excellent. You're right on time for your interview. Please follow me.

Alfred: Master Damian? You put up a ad for a nanny?

Damian: That's right.

Alfred: You....want someone to care for you?

Damian: Heavens no. I'm searching for a nanny for the real child of the house. I know you're overwhelmed with the day to day duties running the household and didn't want you to have a heart attack from the stress. A professional nanny would lift the load off your shoulders.

Danny: That's so sweet that you care so much for your staff. Who's the child you want someone to help take care of? You're baby brother or sister?

Damian: My father.

Danny: .....

Alfred embarrassed: Master Damian....why would you-?

Damian: Richard says Father acts like a child, and children need minding if they make idiotic decisions too often.

Danny: .....

Alfred: I'm terrible sorry about this young man. I'll reimburse any millage you wasted driving out here.

Danny: No, it's okay. I-

Damian: The pay is fifty dollars a hour. Eighty hours every two weeks. We cover all benefits such as medical, dental, vision and auto insurance, and lodging can be provided if needed. Depending on how long we need your services I'll set up a retirement fund for you matching your bi-weekly pay.

Danny: So I would be like a in home caregiver? Most of my experience is with children but I'm sure I could handle your father.

Alfred: Master Damian!

Damian: *Hands Alfred a piece of paper*

Alfred after reading it: How soon can you start sir?

[nanaslutt]

minors and ageless blogs dni

nanami kisses the side of your thigh slowly, sucking the skin into his mouth, making you clench the muscles in your thighs. you have to bite back a moan at the tease.

“don’t hold back your noises from me, i want to hear you, sweetheart.” another kiss is planted on your inner thigh, closer to your clit this time. you accidentally do as he says, a whine spilling free.

you’re rewarded with his cheeks dimpling with his smile. the most handsome sight one could ever see. “feeling good?” you nod, locking eyes with his when he flicks his up to meet yours. “good. i love your thighs” kiss “so soft” kiss “so beautiful” suck.

you hissed in through your teeth, tangling your hand in his hair. it’s as soft as it looks, and the touch makes him purr against your skin. the vibrations tingle through your body, finding your clit with ease.

“ken… please. no more teasing” your voice is wrecked, pathetic, breathy. his pupils dilate at the sound of it, and you know you’re about to get exactly what you want.

“i could never deny you anything, honey.” you almost cry when his plush lips wrap around your sore clit. thighs twitch unconsciously around his head, and your legs shake from where you stand. his large, warms hands slide up the backs of your thighs, cupping your ass.

moan after moan spills from your lips when he shakes his head back and forth while flicking your clit with his tongue, a long groan in his throat, only adding to the sensation.

“f-fuck kento!” he nods, lapping his tongue to catch the wetness at your entrance between your folds. the feeling is euphoric. “you taste exactly how i imagined. i should have done this ages ago.” your toes curl where you stand when he dives back in to suckle on your clit perfectly.

his mouth is so warm and so perfect, it’s like he knows exactly how to get you off. you regret not asking kento out to dinner years ago, if this was what you were missing out on. one of his hands leave your ass to join his tongue in playing with your pussy, and you have to put extra effort into staying on your feet.

“i’ll be careful. i want to stretch you out with my fingers for a while before we have sex.” he whispers against your clit before pressing a kiss to the sensitive nub. “i’ve only read about this, so let me know if it doesn’t feel right.” what? he’s never?

your brain nearly short circuits when he slides his fingers inside you and crooks them forward repeatedly, rubbing against that sweet spot inside you and sending you spiraling. “is this your gspot? i thought it would be harder to find. you get really right when i touch you here.”

as if demonstrating, he did it again. “fuck! yes kento! this- you’ve never fingered anyone before?” you asked breathlessly, digging your nails into his scalp. he shook his head, eyes locked on where his fingers were disappearing inside of you like he was mesmerized.

“no, i’ve never gone down on anyone either. how are you feeling? is it good for you?” jesus. what a fucking question. you nodded dumbly, pushing his handsome face back against your clit, you hummed when he found your clit and sucked eagerly, timing his sucks perfect with his thrusts. his gorgeous eyes bore into yours, silently begging for a response. for praise. for reassurance that he was doing good.

“yes. so good. don’t stop.”

[jeonginsleftcheek]

sweet tooth

pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader

genre: smut, fluff

wc: 2.8k

synopsis: a sweet afternoon with your boyfriend turns into something more when you decide to tease him.

warnings: oral(f), unprotected sex, creampies

a/n: if you remember surprise!, this is the same pairing but you don't have to read that one to enjoy this! thanks for giving me the idea @jehhskz 🩷

~ masterlist

You were just finishing putting some chocolate chip cookies on a plate, before placing it on the tray with two glasses of chocolate milk when your boyfriend startled you, his arms wrapping around you.

Hyunjin nuzzled his face in your neck and closed his eyes, a small blissful smile playing on his lips.

"I told you to wait in the living room." you pouted even though your body melted back into his. "You're ruining the surprise."

"My eyes are closed." he teased, smirking against the sensitive skin on the side of your neck. You wanted to protest but any time you found yourself in his arms, you became putty. The effect he had on you couldn't be ignored.

"You're something else." you smirked and shook your head, adding the last detail on the tray, a little vase with yellow flowers in it. "Did you prepare the blankets?"

"Mhm." Hyunjin sighed, nuzzling into your hair. He was getting impatient, all he wanted was to finally have you in his arms after an exhausting week of work, to steal as many moments alone with you as he could. But, he didn't whine at you, knowing you wanted to make this evening as perfect as it could be, he knew that the little details meant a lot to you.

"Go to the living room, Jinnie." you chuckled. "I'll be right there. And no peeking."

"Alright, alright. Walking away, eyes closed." he let go of you and raised his arms in surrender.

"Be care-"

"Ow!" it was already too late for your warnings as Hyunjin bumped into the furniture, making you snicker.

"Laugh while you can!" he yelled playfully from the living room and you kept chuckling to yourself, waiting for him to finally sit down on the couch. You grabbed the tray and carefully made your way to the living room, sneaking a glance at Hyunjin and checking if he still had his eyes closed like you had asked him.

You giggled, setting the tray on the coffee table and almost melting at the anticipation written in his face and body language.

"Can I open my eyes already?" he asked impatiently and you laughed, sitting down next to him.

"Yes, you can open your eyes." you said and Hyunjin blinked a few times, his eyes widening and a gasp leaving his lips before they curled into the sweetest smile.

"You drew a heart?" he asked cutely, you wanted to make his chocomilk even sweeter by drawing a heart on the surface with cocoa powder. "And the flowers, they're for me?"

"Of course they're for you, silly." you chuckled and he laughed, wrapping his arms around you and leaning his head on your shoulder.

"You're adorable, you know that? You really spoil me with so much love." he sighed happily, relaxing against you.

"I can't help it, I like doing these things for you." you giggled as you held him, holding your entire world in your arms.

"And never stop doing them, please." he nuzzled into your neck, closing his eyes for a moment as you reached over and threw the fluffy blanket over your bodies.

"I won't, I promise." you said as you got comfortable on the couch, grabbing the remote and pressing play.

One of your favorite cartoons, Powerpuff Girls started playing and Hyunjin let out a chuckle, delighted to see your happy face while watching it. At this moment, he really didn't care what was playing on the screen as long as he got to hold you and spend time with you, it was just one of those days where he had missed you and needed you close.

"Don't judge me." your cheeks heated up at the sound of his chuckle.

"I'm not, I think it's adorable." he poked your side, making you squirm for a moment.

"Just drink your milk." you teased him back and he mirrored the smirk that was playing on his face.

Hyunjin reached for his glass and drank the chocolate milk, looking absolutely adorable as you stared at him with hearts in your eyes. You couldn't believe that this was the same man who was so crazy desperate for you yesterday when you got home from work that he took you right there against the wall, next to the front door. A shiver ran down your spine as you remembered the events from last night, the way his hands gripped at your hips and the way he panted against your neck, whispering how good you feel and how much he loves you.

You drank your chocomilk quickly, both of you munching on the cookies as you commented on the cartoon playing on the tv. The living room filled with laughter as you enjoyed the peaceful evening with your boyfriend, feeling completely relaxed in his arms. Knowing that the weekend was coming around and that both of you had free time gave way to so many possibilities that involved resting and spending quality time together.

As it got later and Hyunjin's body became warmer all pressed against yours, your hand which was resting on his chest started sliding down to his abs. You caressed him absentmindedly, almost missing the way his breath hitched whenever you slid your hand a little lower, fingertips dipping under the blanket. Hyunjin was starting to have trouble concentrating on the tv as the images started to blur, his mind was starting to be occupied only by your presence and your touches. It seemed as if you were unaware of what you were doing to him and it frustrated him in a way he wouldn't dare admit that he liked.

But you knew, of course you did. After all, you felt him shiver each time you dipped your hand lower and you could hear his heart racing where your ear was pressed against his chest. You were enjoying the effect you had on him just touching him over his shirt in a relaxed manner, like you weren't taking his breath away with each caress.

Your hand moved lower, now completely under the blanket as you touched his thigh, sliding your hand on the sensitive inner part. Hyunjin's breath hitched and you felt his muscles flex under your palm as you gently moved your hand up and down, coming closer to his core each time you went up.

"Y/n." he tried to chuckle but instead his voice came out unsteady, in a mix of a moan and gasp. You smirked against his chest as your palm pressed on his growing bulge and Hyunjin gripped at your arm, letting out another strained moan.

"Doll." he groaned when you palmed him slowly, feeling him twitch under your touch. You finally looked up at him and electricity rushed through you when you saw just how needy and wrecked he looked. His eyes were half lidded, full of desire for you, his cheeks were rosy and his lips parted as he stared at you.

You knew you were playing with fire now but you couldn't care less, the thought of having him in the palm of your hand literally and figuratively was making you feel excited. You squeezed him and kept touching him as he spread his legs a little and moaned, throwing his head back, letting you have your way with him. Your thighs pressed together at the sight of him falling apart for you so feeling bold, you started sliding your hand into his underwear. As soon as your fingertips reached the tip of his length, Hyunjin looked at you darkly and gripped your wrist gently.

"Tsk. Naughty girl." he smirked and just like that the tables were turned. You barely had time to gasp as he manhandled you and pinned you down on the couch, his strong arms caging you in.

"H-Hyunjin!" you whimpered, your eyes wide as another shot of electricity ran through your entire body, goosebumps rising on your skin.

"You want me to play with you a little, hm?" Hyunjin teased, the blanket thrown aside as his large hands ended up on your waist.

You opened your mouth to speak but he interrupted you.

"You could've just asked, doll. You know how crazy I am about you." he kept smirking as he leaned his face closer to yours.

Your breath hitched, anticipating his lips on yours, even though you've been with him for almost six months, you could never get enough of him. It was as if you wanted him more and more with each passing day spent with him.

Hyunjin was equally as infatuated with you, gravitating towards you as if you were pulling him in and his lips pressed against yours, creating sparks between you. Your hands instantly flew to grab at him but before you could, he grabbed a hold of your wrists and pinned them above your head.

"So needy. Couldn't even wait for us to go to our bedroom." Hyunjin smirked, teasing you by being so close but not giving you exactly what you wanted. You whined, your body arching towards him as you gave him a little smirk.

"I don't think that fucking around the apartment is foreign to us." you retorted and Hyunjin chuckled, the need in his eyes growing.

"You're right, doll. We're too horny to be all fancy about it." he grinned and crashed his lips on yours.

You gasped and his tongue immediately found its way inside your mouth, licking at you and savoring. Both of you tasted sweet, like the chocolate milk you were just drinking and the sweet taste was adding onto the excitement that was building inside you. He pressed his body against yours, caging you in completely and when his middle touch yours, you felt just how hard he got only from the little back and forth between you.

You weren't any better than him, by now your panties were almost completely soaked just because he pinned you down and had you under him. Your cheeks became red with embarrassment when you realized just how much power he had over you.

"Getting shy, doll?" Hyunjin teased as he slowly grinded against you.

"N-no." you whimpered, arching up into him immediately and Hyunjin chuckled, letting go of your hands so he could touch your heated cheeks gently, a sweet gesture amid the fire that was burning between your bodies and your hearts.

"So cute." he continued teasing you and before you could protest, he kissed you again. Your arms, now free, wrapped around his shoulders immediately and your palms ended up on the upper back muscles that just seemed to be more and more defined lately. You touched him, your nails already digging into his skin as he bit on your bottom lip, pulling it between your teeth. Hyunjin's kisses became greedy as he left them on your jaw, down your neck to your collarbone.

"You don't need this." he smirked and grabbed the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and tossing it aside. "Or these." he added, sliding your shorts down with your underwear and throwing the items somewhere behind him, leaving you completely bare before him.

Hyunjin's kisses continued down to your breasts, worshipping them as he wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked, his hands on your inner thighs, spreading you as he moved them gently up and down on your sensitive skin. He kissed down your stomach to your core, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts and play with them.

"I love chocolate milk but you taste even sweeter." he smirked as he slid down between your legs, looking at your wet core clenching around nothing.

"You're a fool." you let out a little whine of embarrassment as he stared at you intently.

"A fool for you." his hot breath ghosted over your clit, sending tingles through you.

"And cheesy." you whined again and he laughed.

"Mhm, and you love it." he smirked again and before you could think of a comeback, his lips attached to your clit, wrapping around the sensitive nub and sucking on it gently, the tip of his tongue adding onto the feeling. Your legs trembled as he played your body with just his lips and you couldn't help but let out moans and whispers of his name. Hyunjin hummed against you, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe on your wet pussy before he pushed inside, parting your lips and tasting you.

A loud moan left your lips as your hands flew to his hair, fingers digging into his scalp as you finally had something to grip onto and pull. He's been letting his hair grow out lately and the little tufts that would stick in different directions were the cutest thing ever, seeing him all messy in the morning was a sight that warmed your heart and woke up the cuteness aggression inside you. But, what you loved especially was that now, whenever he was making a mess of you, you could make a mess of him too.

And Hyunjin enjoyed it, the feeling of your fingers tangled in his hair and the sweet pain mixed with pleasure as you pulled on it fueled his desire for you even more. He moaned into you, sending shivers up your spine as his tongue lapped at your sweet juices, swallowing everything you gave him. Your grip on his hair became harder when he slowly pushed two fingers inside you, his tongue now playing with your sensitive clit.

"Hyun-Hyunjin!" you groaned, waves of pleasure coursing through your entire body as your toes curled. He easily found the sweet spot inside you, the tips of his fingers brushing against it.

You trembled as he fucked you at a steady pace, his fingers touching all the right spots inside you, his pretty plump lips wrapped around your clit. You were already close, remembering how even the first time you fucked on the kitchen table, you came so fast that it left you deeply embarrassed.

But you didn't care in this moment while he worked hard to bring you to your release and you shamelessly came in less than a few minutes, spilling on his fingers and tongue. Hyunjin groaned, lapping it all up and licking at his fingers eagerly.

"I need you, doll." his voice was raspy as he shakily pulled at his clothes, the items joining the pile of yours on the floor.

"I need you too, Jinnie." your voice was equally as spent but you weren't even near to being done as your legs wrapped around him and brought him closer. Hyunjin slowly pushed inside you, filling you up and touching all the places that only he had the privilege to feel. Your eyes fluttered shut as you clutched onto him, letting him rock your body with his.

"So tight, always so good for me, doll." Hyunjin groaned, losing himself inside you. You could only let out a moan of pleasure as his tip kept brushing against your spot, torturing you in the sweetest way as he set a slow pace.

"Look at me." he demanded in a low voice and you let out a whimper as you opened your eyes and looked into his, noticing the desire swimming inside them. "Just like that, doll. Keep your eyes on me." He continued moving inside you, still keeping the slow and deliberate drag just to drive you completely insane, like only he knew how to.

His thrusts got deeper and harder gradually and your eyes fluttered again, the pleasure building up and becoming too much.

"Don't look away, doll." Hyunjin smirked, picking up the pace. "I want you to look at me while I make you fall apart."

A series of moans and gasps left your lips and your hands slid up from his shoulders to his hair, pulling on it again and Hyunjin snapped in that moment. His hands gripped at your thighs harshly, folding you so your knees touched your shoulders before he started fucking into you harder. You couldn't keep your eyes open when he was rocking your entire world and pulling you apart before putting you back together again.

You kept pulling on his hair, watching the way he trembled above you, his eyes completely taken over by lust as he held you down.

"Gonna cum, doll. Be a good girl and take it all." Hyunjin groaned deeply and all you could was whimper and take it as he exploded and filled you up with his warm cum. The feeling of him claiming you drove you over the edge too and your pussy clenched around him as you came, milking him completely in the process.

His eyes were the ones to roll back this time as you squeezed him, prolonging his high as much as you could. He collapsed on top of you, face tucked in your neck as a blissful smile spread on his face.

"You didn't finish your choco milk." you teased when you finally caught your breath and Hyunjin chuckled.

"I got my dose of sweetness." he looked up at you with a smirk. "For now." he added, his eyes darting between you and your bedroom door.

You gave him a look and he chuckled, holding you tighter.

"I love you. Thanks for the flowers and the choco heart." he nuzzled into you and you giggled.

"I love you too."

Your weekend couldn't have started off better.

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