#Let China Off The Hook

[thinemoonshine]

𓆰𝓅𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓊𝓇𝑒 ♡𓆪

cha hyun su x female reader genre: romance, slightly mature (suggestive themes) type: series (but can be read as a oneshot) word count: 1,921

part 2 of series ◄◄ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ part 4 of series

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ synopsis: after the old man, seok hyun, had turned into a complete monster and was killed by the hands of his own wife, the atmosphere in green home has grown more tense- more so towards the other known infected, cha hyun su. meanwhile, hyun su has his own battle to fight; that is against his monster and its persistent trials to break through its enclosure within hyun su. unfortunately for him, his monster's grown impatient for freedom- and (y/n) just so happens to be around ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

'It's annoying, isn't it? To hear me pester you all day and night like this. Why not just... let me free?' Cha Hyun Su's monster tempts him with a tune that it appears to be more of a mockery than it is persuasion.

The poor owner of the body clutches his bag tighter against his chest as he tries to sleep on the now unoccupied couch. He didn't want to lie on it- but if a better cushion will help him sleep faster and rid off the voice in his head then he'll take it.

He's curled like a hook, desperate for rest and cease the unending taunts. And gradually, he does get it thanks to the relentless missions Eunhyuk sends him on. Maybe it's because he got upset when he discovered that (y/n) tailed after Hyun Su on a mission once and the latter didn't bother to tell, or that the latest incident struck a nerve in Eunhyuk but recently, he's been more irritable.

Time passes and soon, it's morning once more. Hyun Su feels just slightly better than before after some forced sleep but it's better than nothing. Besides, the monster's quiet now.

"You can't."

He turns to the door at the faint sound of Eunhyuk's voice. Slowly, he approaches it before pausing when he sees him with (y/n) a few large steps away down the corridor leading towards him. Hyun Su sneakily presses himself against the wall and observes the pair as much as he can from his hidden angle.

"Why not?" (y/n) argues with an evident glare on her face.

Eunhyuk, with his arms crossed and unchanging expression, sighs. "Because you broke the rules. You weren't supposed to join on the mission."

"Yeah, but that's a mission. This is just to visit him in the quarantine room like I always do. Why is it suddenly a forbidden thing to do??" She retorts and crosses her arms, mimicking him as if it will shift the power between them.

But of course, it doesn't and Eunhyuk only furrows. Once again, irritated. "What if he changes when you're in there? What are you gonna do then?"

"I'll run out?? Besides, he's not going to change. He hasn't been getting nosebleeds and even if he does transform suddenly, he could be a non-violent monster like the old man," (y/n) tries to convince the other but obviously, he's got a barrier taller than The Great Wall of China.

"Theories are just theories," he says sternly before swiveling and walking down the corridor to the other direction.

(y/n) stabs daggers at his furthering back. "I'm breaking the lock."

"Have fun."

And he disappears into a room.

The girl sighs exasperatedly before slumping against the wall that faces the quarantine room. Of course she can't break the lock. If she does, everyone's just going to get more anxious and the bad image Hyun Su already has might turn worse.

She lifts his head up and is met with surprise at the sight of Hyun Su gripping onto the bars of the little rectangle opening at the top half of his metal door- dark, round eyes fixed onto her as his cheeks touch the cold cylinders he holds. "Hyun Su... What are you doing?"

Her gentle cadence and smile are vastly different from how she was with Eunhyuk. Clearly, she has a favourite. And Hyun Su loves knowing that.

"I'm...watching," Hyun Su answers slowly.

A small titter escapes her as she closes the distance between them. "That's creepy."

She now stands just a step away from the door as she looks up at him with a dispirited expression. "I don't think I can come in anymore. Eunhyuk's become more strict and he's using the people to back him up. All I can do is just accompany you from out here."

Hyun Su lets his eyes roam on her face and a small smile graces his own as he slowly lets go of the bar and reaches his hand out. (y/n)'s brows raise at the unforeseen behaviour from him and obviously, gives in.

Her hands rests onto his palm which he then curls, clasping hers in his and intertwining their fingers. The girl gulps, flustered and abashed at the sudden skinship, oblivious to his own feelings that can be seen from the red tips of his ears.

"It's okay. This is enough," is what he says and indulges in watching her trying to 'play it cool' by avoiding any eye contact and doing a subtle shuffle. She's adorable.

'She sure is,' a voice echoes inside and Hyun Su's quickly alert. 'Wah... What you feel for her is just so sweet, it's sickening.'

Hyun Su's fingers tighten ever so slightly around hers as he tries to push it away. 'Go away.'

'I can't. Unless you've forgotten, I'm inside your head,' the voice snickers and Hyun Su's heartbeat quickens from annoyance and yet, fear. It's not supposed to come out- not when he's with (y/n). 'And I'm getting awfully impatient.'

His words confuse Hyun Su. 'Impatient? Wha—'

And suddenly, everything turns pitch black.

The abrupt drop of his head causes his forehead to crash against the bars and (y/n) worries for his wellbeing.

"Hyun Su! What's wrong?" She gasps. "You haven't eaten today, have you? Let me get you something."

She turns to leave but the tight hold he has around her hand tugs her back and she nears the rectangular opening, still seeing him with his head down against it.

"No... Don't go..." He then, whimpers, and the fragility in his voice stirs her into a panic.

"Hyun Su," (y/n) softly says his name again and reaches her other hand between the bars- searching for his face to pull it up.

Her palm cups his cheek and he shudders at her touch. A small whisper of her name leaves him as she lifts his face up.

Her eyes flicker between his own closed ones, troubled at his unsolvable pain that causes him to react the way he is. "What's wrong?"

In contrary to her expectations however, Hyun Su nuzzles against her hand- rubbing his face against her palm before he presses his own hand on top.

"Hyun Su has such strong will... I could never," he says and despite using the same exact voice, he sounds too different from the Hyun Su she knows. But what even is she trying to say? Hyun Su isn't Hyun Su?

Everything's too puzzling- especially when he pulls her by the wrist, causing her to collide with the door and her face against the bars.

"Hyun Su, what are you do—"

"I'm lonely," he speaks pitifully and this more familiar tone of voice calms (y/n)'s nerves as she pulls away slightly to look at him who's still keeping her hand against his cheek. 'His eyes...'

"Look at me," she says.

Hyun Su tilts his head into her palm again- the sad, sympathetic expression now shifting to a cocky, devious smirk as his lids open to reveal his black eyes.

No gentle dark browns, just pure abyss.

"You caught me. I knew you wouldn't have wanted me if I were to show myself," monster Hyun Su chuckles and erases the gap between them, now face to face with her.

(y/n) scoffs after quickly concluding that this must be the monster inside Hyun Su. "Want you? Why would you even consider that?"

She yanks her hand back but is swiftly captured by his- now gripping it with more force which makes it impossible to budge.

"Because you want him," he confidently declares and (y/n) feels her heart skip a beat. 'He knows. How does he know?' "At least, that's what I observe... Not that this weakling would ever consider it."

"What do you mean?" Her curiosity gets the best of her. 'Hyun Su would never consider it? Why? Is it really one sided? All this time?'

She's unnerved. He can see it from her expression that's almost begging him to assuage her anxiety, the questions in her head. He grins as his head angles upwards slightly and gosh— (y/n) will be lying if she says she doesn't feel a flutter in her stomach.

"Calm down. He likes you too... maybe a little too much. He thinks he doesn't deserve you, thinks you're better off with someone 'normal' who won't threaten your life," the monster scoffs as if finding the whole thing hilarious. "And yet, just one touch from you and he's tingling all over- craving for more like you're his oasis in the desert."

(y/n) says nothing- no, can't say anything. She's rendered speechless by this sudden, shocking information that she's having a hard time believing. Never once did Hyun Su ask for her affection, and even if he does reach out to her, it'll be momentary; comes and goes in a blink.

An abrupt warmth on her hand makes her jump before seeing Hyun Su kissing it. He plants his lips on the back of her hands, her knuckles, her palm before sliding up her arm to her face- unlatching his other hand from the bar to hold her chin.

He smiles beguilingly as he watches her weigh the voices of her brain and heart, enjoying her panic. "This is what Hyun Su wants. What I'm doing... this is all by him. But I'll be lying if I said I'm not indulging myself either."

"He...wants this?" (y/n) echoes and she can almost hear her sense of rationality and logic shrieking at her for irresponsibly choosing to communicate with a monster.

"Oh, yes," he slurs as his tongue darts out to wet his lip and brings her face closer- his eyes shifting between hers before down at her lips and back up. "So, so much, it wrecks him inside. He feels secure with you, comfortable, happier than ever, but at the same time you taunt him so much with your sweetness that it's venomous. But I like you because of that. Makes it easier to tamper with his mind."

His confession fills (y/n) with dread. All this time... has she been only making things harder for Hyun Su? He's been on war with himself for so long- and she's only adding fire to it.

"Don't worry too much, though. Because without you, he would've been long..." Hyun Su trails off as his eyes trail to her mouth and his thumb brushes over her bottom lip. "Gone."

He pushes his finger in slightly, touching her tongue- making her bite down from surprise and a low groan escapes him at the pain. A pain much too good to actually hurt.

Monster Hyun Su smirks as a scoff sounds from him once more at her immediate retraction and he grips her chin to yank her close.

"You temptress," he hisses before his eyes roll back and eyelids shut. His figure limps and he crashes onto the cold floor of the quarantine room.

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[ilovewriting06]

could you write a story where the reader(human) and kol are friends and reader asks kol what it’s like to be bitten, and asks if he could bite her?? maybe a little steamy?? totally ok if you don’t want to-

Being friends with a vampire, an Original at that, was interested to say the least. You learned things you didn’t want to know or didn’t even know existed and questions would circle your mind constantly, which leads to my current question, “Kol?” He glances at me from the corner of his eye still watching tv and hums. I sigh before deciding to get his attention, “Would you mind if I date Klaus? I mean me and him have hooked up a couple times and he is fantastic in be-,” I was cut off my Kol yelling, “YOU DID WHAT? WHEN? WHERE THE HELL WAS I?”

I laughed as I cupped his face to calm him down, “I was joking Kol, relax.” He calms down a little bit before turning to me, “So? You and him have never actually…” I scrunch up my nose, “Ewww, God no, he’s like the annoying older brother that pops out of nowhere and decides to stab everybody.” Kol laughs before asking, “Did you need me for something?”

I nodded blushing a little as he cocks his head to the side like a dog before asking, “What could possibly be embarrassing to ask me darling? We talk about your periods and such what could be worse?”

I give him a look before taking a deep breath and jumbling out a string of words, “Will you bite me?”

He looked at me, blinked a few times and then asked, “What? I think I heard you wrong.”

I shake my head before sighing, “No, I’m being serious.”

“Why on earth do you want me to bite you love?”

I honestly don’t know, maybe hoping it will lead to something else, “I dunno I just want to know what it feels like.”

He nods before sitting back on the couch in thought, “I don’t know Y/N/N, it hurts and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Welll, distract me from the pain.”

He looks at me with furrowed eyebrows, “And how do you suppose I do that?”

I looked at him hoping I wouldn’t have to say it and I felt my heart start hammering against my ribcage and he perks up a little his ears turning a shade of red, “Oh, oh, you mean like that.” It wasn’t a question but I nodded in hopes he would say yes but knowing he probably didn’t feel the same way. I looked down disappointed, “You know what, just forget about it. Forget I ever said anything.”

He cups my face before turning my head up to look at him, “No darling, I’ll do it, I’m just surprised is all.”

I sit up on my knees with a smile on my face, “Really!?” He chuckles, “Yes, however I will say, I have never seen someone this excited to get bitten by a vampire before.”

I blushed and shrugged my shoulders as he stood and offered me his hand. I stood up holding his hand and followed him to his bedroom. As he sat in the bed he held my hands in both of his while I stood in between his legs before he asked, “Are you sure you want to do this? Because if we do, we can’t go back to the way it was.”

I squeezed his hands with a small smile on my face, “I don’t want it to go back to the way it is, I want more.” He smiled, “Good, I was getting rather tired of pretending I was happy with just friendship.” I laughed before choking on it as he pulled me in for a heated kiss. I instantly submitted to him and let him control the kids as he pulls me onto his lap. Once in his lap I weave my hands through his hair and moan into his mouth when his tongue enters mine. He pulls away when I’m in need of air before standing up while holding me and then gently placing me on the bed.

I look up at him through my lashes while biting my lip causing him to groan, “I have a love hate relationship with your habit of biting your lip.” I chuckle noting that it turns him on as he takes off his shirt and pants before crawling onto the bed and looking in my eyes. I smile and sit up when he grabs the hem off my shirt so that he can take it off.

Once our clothes were discarded he ran his hands down my sides as if I were some china doll that was easily broken, “God, you are so beautiful.”

I blush and then moan as he starts kissing my neck, instantly finding my sweet spot. He smirked before pulling back and lining himself up with my entrance before looking at me for confirmation one more time. I nod my head and almost immediately moan in pain and pleasure of the stretch of my walls. I’m not a virgin but I haven’t had sex with anyone in three month and he was way bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with.

As he thrusts in and out of my he places sweet kisses up and down my neck before seemingly looking for my pulse point. Within minutes I’m ready to cum and in response Kol starts sucking a deep mark into my neck.

I furrow my eyebrows confused as to why he hasn’t bitten me when I scream in complete ecstasy as his fangs pierce my skin. Did it hurt? Yes. Did I like it? Hell yes. It hurt like hell but it also pushed me over the edge throwing me into the most intense orgasm I have ever had. As I come down from my high Kol licks the bite to soothe it before pulling back and licking the blood off of his lips. When he meets my eyes he looks at me with concern until I smile and pant, “Dear. God. We have got to do that again.” He laughs as he pulls out and I grip his arm as he laid beside me. “Kol, you didn’t finish.” He laughed before nodding, “Yeah, I did. The same time you did but you didn’t notice with all the new sensations.”

I chuckle before wrapping my arm around his torso and laying my head in his shoulder before concern makes it’s way into my brain and I look up at him in question , “So, what does this make us?”

He looks down at me before answering, “I was hoping you would be my girlfriend. If you would like that.”

I smile before pulling him into a kiss, “I would love to be your girlfriend.”

#vampire diaries #the originals #kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson x reader #request #smut

[inkdrinkerworld]

Do you have more scenes 🤭 of reader calling Aaron ~bear~?! I imagine the first time you call him that he absolutely melts 🥹 like he's never had such a cute petname and something just for him!!

yes yes!!!

aaron’s not received lots of pet names in any of his relationships, but he thinks the ones you call him are his favourite.

“bear,” the words usually leave your lips in a pout, but they greet him as he comes into the house, tie already pulled off and house smelling like shepherd’s pie and something sweet. “you’re home early!”

you step into the foyer to greet him and aaron’s heart melts at the pink apron you’re wearing over a sweater he’s sure is his own.

“yeah, missed you.” he crosses the distance between you both and dots a kiss to your hairline.

it’s true he had missed you and wanted to get home earlier, but he’d also gotten strauss to let the team have the evening off after their last case.

“missed you too handsome.” you pout to kiss his lips and he indulges. “i’m making shepherd’s pie and an orange cake.”

aaron smiles on your lips. he’d mentioned feeling for your classic orange loaf a couple days ago.

“smells great,” he kisses you again. “let me shower really quick baby, and i’ll be back to take it out of the oven for you.”

you nod and busy yourself setting the table. you’d gotten a new china set about three weeks ago and now seemed like the perfect time to use it.

you set a kettle to boil when aaron came back downstairs, dressed in a sweater himself and a pair of sweatpants.

“bear can you take it out for me and put the cake in please?” his chest heats at the soft way you ask and the way you murmur, ‘bear.’

“course sweetheart, go sit down. i’ll plate it for you.” you hang your apron on the hook and sit down.

“thanks for cooking dinner baby.” aaron says as he scoops out your serving and then his.

“you know i love to do it bear.” his cheeks heat then, the name does something to him, especially in this domestic setting.

he hopes you never stop.

#aaronhotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x black!reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner x yn #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner one shot

[leebooposting]

ahahaha partickles

summary: just a small silly fic of ran getting gotted by the particles ..

characters: lee!ranboo, ler!chat/particles [ STRICTLY platonic/sfw, do NOT touch this post if ur a nsfw blog i will break your fine china ]

w/c: 806 i think i forgor

a/n: i hate this i shouldnt have finished it while super tired but take it anyway also HOW DO YOU TITLE FICS

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Ranboo wasn’t sure where the particles came from, or why there were so many, but he made it clear he really didn’t mind having so many little buddies floating around his home.

He had just ended his stream, with about 7 particles hovering around him and watching him do so. He closed Twitch and looked up at the particles. “That was a fun stream, don’t you guys think?”

“It was,” one agreed. “Should’ve said gay rights like the dono said though.”

“When..?” He questioned, scrolling through his donations for confirmation. “..Ah.”

The particles around him burst into tiny giggles in response. “I didn’t see it!” Ran defended themselves. “I was in the middle of a horror game!”

“Excuses excuses.” Said the particle sitting on his shoulder. “We know where your true loyalties lie.”

“Guys- c’mon.” Ranboo sighed good naturedly, rolling their eyes. “You’re being ridiculous.”

A few gasps sounded from the particles. “Well, how dare you!” He heard one of them say. He chuckled as he stood up, turning off his pc and heading out of his office. The particles hovered behind him, a few others joining in as they spotted their streamer.

“You know I love you guys.” Ranboo said, an amused smile on their face. They got a series of varying responses. Many ’aww’s and ’i love you too’s were thrown back at them, leaving them with a happy grin on their face. 

They took off their varsity jacket, hooking it on the side of his wardrobe before flopping down on his bed with his phone. 

“I miss Ranboo.” He heard a particle say. 

He gave a blank response. “Guys, I’m right here.”

“It’s as if I still hear their voice..”

Ranboo shook his head with a fond laugh. “You guys never fail to amuse me.”

A few of the particles following him around had nestled by his shoulders now. Some of them falling asleep, other’s watching what he was scrolling through on his phone. He jumped a little as he felt a particle land on his stomach, looking down at them as they smiled right back at him knowingly. “What was that?” 

The realisation that he was utterly screwed began to set in. “Uh, nothing? You just startled me a little bit. I didn’t see you landing so the sudden contact just- yknow.”

The particle continued to smile at them. A couple other particles had begun to catch on - mainly just the ones awake - and lay there watching their streamer get bullied™ by someone much smaller than him.

It wasn’t long before said ’bully’ particle was rubbing their fuzzy body on his stomach, causing them to let out a small gasp. “Hey- hehey!” Ran yelped, almost dropping his phone. “Dohon’t- wahait!”

The other particles sprung into action - nuzzling against his neck and sides. Ranboo had to fight against rolling over out of fear of accidentally hurting any of the boobers. 

“Don’t wait?” He heard one of them say. “Well, if you insist!”

“Thahat’s not whahat I- hEY-!”

Suddenly, the feeling got so much worse when the particles thought it would be a good idea to blow little raspberries over his sides and stomach, resulting in him kicking out his legs with a squeal. “NohoHO-! GUHUYS! WaHAH- WHY?”

The only response he got was ’funny.’

They now wished they hadn’t taken their jacket off. Kinda.

“Hohow is thIHIS FUNNY?” They spoke, but got no response. Only a look from one of the particles as if it was the most obvious question ever.

“Whahahat?”

“You’re literally giggling yourself silly.” The particle answered, punctuating their sentence with a raspberry right on their navel just to make them squeal again. “It’s gotta be somewhat funny.” 

“B-BEHECAUSE- yoHOU guhuys are mahAKING ME LAHAUGH-” Ran yelped, covering his face with his hands. “What? No we’re not!” A particle by his ear spoke up, causing him to jump a little. “Where’d you get that idea from?”

“YOHOU’RE TICKLING MEHEHE?”

“Nuh uh.”

By now, the sleeping particles had been woken up by the noise, and a few others floated over to investigate the chaos. Ranboo heard a series of coos and compliments coming from the particles, causing his face to go a deeper shade of red.

Soon, though, the boobers understood their streamer had a limit, so they let up, as he let a few stray giggles spill from his lips.

“Are you okay?” A particle asked, to which Ranboo gave a thumbs up. “Yeheah, yeah.. I’m all tired out now..”

The particles seemed to agree with that. “Us too.” One mumbled, nestling in the space between his neck and shoulder. Eventually, they were completely surrounded with particles nestled around their bed, falling asleep cuddled up against them.

Ranboo wasn’t sure where the particles came from, or why there so many, but he wouldn’t give them up for the world.

#lee!ranboo #ler!particles #ler!chat #i dont evn know if i should evenn??? TAG AS THAT???? IDK. AAA #my fics #tickle fic #tickling #screams #ILL WRITE SOMETHING BETTER EVENTUALLY I PROMISE I JUST i love.leebo o

[nanamin-nah-nanamine]

Satoru and his moon

hey guys I hope you all enjoy this little kidfic I whipped together. for clarification Satoru and Suguru are around ten here. If you enjoy leave a rb,like or comment and lmk if you want this to become a series

here's the shawty who wanted to be tagged @biscuitsngravie

Once upon a time, there was a boy who fell in love with the moon. A lonely boy, just shy of five years old and cursed with the greatest gift of all; power. The little god who shifted the plates of jujutsu society and paid for it in solitude. Satoru Gojo. The bearer of six eyes and limitless, the cure to the world’s poison, the start of a new era. Satoru was many things, but mainly; he was lonely. He had no siblings, being a male and the bearer of such precious techniques, his mother’s job was considered done. In the world of the clans she had hit the jackpot by giving birth to him and was given the freedom to do what she pleased. What seemed to please her most was leaving and forgetting her son had ever existed. Satoru doesn’t even know what she looked like.

The jealous women of the estate liked to talk and it turned out his mother was nothing but a common whore. Satoru didn’t know what a whore was, but the way they laughed and teased him when no one was looking, it couldn’t be anything nice. He didn’t try to ask his father, the man was too busy to answer unimportant questions. Satoru didn’t see his father often, but he didn’t mind. His cursed energy felt weird and made Satoru nauseous. He didn’t need a mother or father anyways when he had Hina-chan. She was technically his nursemaid, but was more of a mother to him than anyone. She’s the first face he sees in the morning and the last before he goes to bed. She was also the one to get him out of trouble before his father could find out. 

“Gojo-sama”she would chide gently, plucking him out of the muddy puddle he had taken residence in. “You’re all dirty now”

But one flash of that dimpled smile and he was usually off the hook. He used that to his advantage. Yes, Satoru was lonely. Hina-chan had other duties besides running after him and he wasn’t allowed to play with the other children on the estate lest they corrupt him. The only interactions he really got were from teachers,trainers and Hina-chan, but for someone so lonely he was constantly surrounded by glaring eyes and envious glances. People wanted him dead. He knew the taste of poison and it was much too dangerous for him to go beyond the estates grounds. Coddled and neglected. Like fine china, sat up on a shelf but not used even once. Around the age of six he learned the fine art of sneaking from his bedroom to sit in the garden and by the age of ten he had mastered it. It was quiet then. The pond rippled,the sun’s blinding gaze was put to rest and the cloying cursed energy had dulled to a hum. Peaceful it was to just sit and not be watched. He found comfort sitting and watching the moon, sometimes talking, sometimes not. It was all well and good, he finally had peace. Until one day something peculiar happened. The moon was dim. The stars still shone bright, but the moon had lost its shine. The night was dark, and Satoru didn’t fear the dark. He didn’t fear anything, but he was a bit disappointed. Climbing from his window proved to be a bit difficult without any light, but it wasn’t impossible. His bare feet hit the soft grass and a melodic voice spoke to him.

“So you came”it said, full of mirth. 

“I always come here,”he frowned, crossing his arms. “Who are you? Why are you here?”

The boy let out a soft laugh that sounded like bells. “And here I thought we had become good friends, Satoru-kun”

“It’s gojo-sama to you”the young boy huffed, puffing out his chest. “Now, who are you?”

The cursed energy glowed around him bright enough to shine light on the strange boy. He had long black hair and amber eyes, a kimono made of silk that glittered under the light and sparkled like stardust. He also appeared to be around Satoru’s age but had a strange aura about him.

“I am the moon,”the boy said evenly. 

“You’re the…moon?”Satoru said slowly.

“Yes”the boy laughed, “your people call me Tsukuyomi no mikoto, but I think you may be too young to know that yet”

Satoru huffed. “I’m not a child”

“But you are”the boy smiled and…it didn’t sound malicious. It didn’t sound angry. It was confusing, it made him angry. The cursed energy within him boiled and his eyes glowed. To be shown impudence was to be disrespected. He was the bearer of six eyes and limitless, the heir to the gojo clan. He would not sit here and be disrespected.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”he spat. “Coming to my estate to sit here and tell me lies! I could have you killed for this, do you know that? Are you aware of who I am? You should be bowing before me--”

“You are an angry one,”the boy interrupted with a slight chuckle. “But I have not deceived you, Satoru-kun. I am who I said I was”

“The moon?”Satoru scoffed.

“Yes I am,”the boy said, “the moon and a god, one in the same. I reign over the moon of this planet”

“I-”

“And I do know who you are, Satoru-kun”the boy continued, “the  night you were born caused quite the fuss”

Satoru’s headspun. “W-well if you’re a god, then why are you a child!”

The boy threw his head back and let out a full belly laugh. “Even gods are children once, Satoru”

Satoru stared at him.

“And my mother is human,”the boy amended.

“Aha!”he cried, pointing his finger accusingly. “So you’re only half a god!”

The boy tilted his head. “Why half? I’m fully god and fully human”

“I..I don’t know”Satoru said. He’d never thought of it like that before. “Well, before I just believe you’re a god you have to prove it!”

The boy nodded, “alright, if you wish”

The boy clenched his fist and slowly opened it to reveal a bright orb in its place. It glowed silver and rotated slowly in his palm.

“Is that…”

“A star?”the boy smiled, “it is.”

The boy really was a god. 

“I still don’t understand why you’re so small,”Satoru frowned, “if you’re half god, shouldn’t you be bigger?”

“I am bigger when i’m at home”the boy said, “but when i come to earth i take on my human form and walk as a mortal”

Satoru’s heart stopped beating for a second. “So…you could die as a human?” The boy nodded. “I’m assuming so”

Satoru didn’t like the sound of that. The thought of losing his only friend made his stomach hurt.

“Well, whenever you’re here i’ll watch you!”he declared, “I am the strongest after all”

“The strongest with no manners”the boy laughed. “You haven’t even asked my name”

Satoru’s cheeks turned pink and he frowned, punching the boy's shoulder. “I was getting to that!”

“Sure you were,”the boy teased, but he was still smiling.

“Well what is it”he grumbled.

“Geto Suguru”the boy said. Satoru’s eyes widened.

“You have a japanese name!?”

“That’s what surprises you?”Suguru said, rolling his eyes“I told you, my mom is human…and we’re speaking Japanese right now”

“It could have been a coincidence!” “Mhm”Suguru said, giving him a look, “it’s okay to be wrong sometimes”

“Nope”Satoru said, shaking his head, “Not me, i’m never wrong”

“Right”Suguru smiled, “Oh great Gojo-sama is never wrong”

Satoru frowned and punched his shoulder again.

“Ow”

“Don’t call me that”Satoru grumbled.

“What? gojo-sama?”Suguru teased and successfully dodged the next punch thrown his way.

“Quit it!”Satoru groaned, “We..we’re friends, you don’t have to call me that okay? It’s weird”

“I was just teasing,”Suguru amended, patting the white haired boy’s shoulder. “I won’t call you that anymore”

“Good,”Satoru said, quickly returning to his cheeky smile. “As long as I can call you Suguru-kun”

Suguru-kun. The dark-haired boy smiled and nodded. “Yes, yes you can”

Satoru’s grin broadened. “Well Suguru-kun, have you ever played digimon?”

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk fic #satosugu fanfic #satosugu #jjk au #jujutsu kaisen getou #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #satoru gojo #geto suguru #jjk kid fic #jjk fluff #satosugu fluff #guys they have my heart #little Satoru #I'll throw up #jjk #satoru x suguru

[hockeylovee12]

Chapter One

All We Have Is Tonight-Luke Hughes

Summary: While on a secret vacation in Mexico with his teammates Luke Hughes meets a girl.

Warnings: 18+ mentions of drinking and implied smut.

A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this chapter I am intending on making this a series but I have written this chapter a couple times and I might redo it more but for now this is what I’m going with because I have more chapters I want to write and post and I need the first one to be done. I hope you enjoy feel free to interact with me. Tell me what you like didn’t like what you wish you saw or what you would like to see anything is welcomed just please be respectful!

June 8th 2022 10:00 PM Rocky Point, Mexico

“Can I get a bud light please” An 18 year old Luke Hughes asks the bartender while taking a seat at the beachside bar.

The bartender looks him up and down

“ID?” He replies

Luke pulls out his wallet and slides the man his Michigan issued drivers licenses

The man takes a look before giving a slight nod and sliding the ID back and handing him the requested drink

Luke takes a sip of his drink

“Can I get 4 shots of vodka” the blonde girl next to him asks

Luke looks over and watches as the bartender serves her the shots and she heads towards the dance floor and hands out three shots to her friends

Luke immediately takes notice of the pretty brunette in the blue dress standing next to her and watches as she takes her shot and makes her way on to the dance floor.

“Lukey!” Luke turns around and sees his teammates and best friends Mark Estapa and Ethan Edwards walking towards him

“Hey buddy!” Mark says taking a seat next to him

“Can I get two Coors light?” Mark requests and the bartender obliged and Mark hands a beer to Ethan who nods to the bartender and takes a seat on the other side of Luke

Luke rolls his eyes at the fact that Mark wasn’t carded but that’s usually how it goes for Mark and the rest of Lukes friends except maybe not Dylan cus he kinda looks like he’s 14 with a beard.

“How you doing?” Ethan asks

“I’m fine why?” Luke questions suspecting an ulterior motive

“Why can’t we just check on a buddy?” Mark questions acting offended Luke shoots him a ya right look and Mark lets out a laugh

“Dude you need to get laid you haven’t hooked up with a girl this entire trip and we leave tomorrow!” Ethan says

“Say it louder I don’t think China heard ya” Luke remarks

“Seriously dude even Duker made out with a girl” Ethan says and Luke rolls his eyes and turns to his left seeing Dylan surrounded by a couple of girls clearly telling jokes

“Come on” Mark says starting to get up and accidentally bumps into a pretty girl wearing a blue mini skirt

“My bad. You wanna dance?” Mark asks and on to the dance floor they go

“Seriously Luke” Ethan starts again

“Alright alright I’ll go just let me finish my beer” Luke says Ethan puts his hands up defensively and jokingly then grabs his own beer and heads off leaving Luke sipping his bud light

“Can I get a shot of vodka?” Luke turns around and asks the bartender

“ID?” The same bartender from 10 minutes ago asks Luke scoffs and slides him the ID a second time before receiving the request shot and his ID back Luke takes the shot and makes a face out of disgust

“Just pretend it’s sprite” a voice from behind him says

He turns around and sees the girl in the blue dress he was admiring earlier

“What?” He questions

“Just pretend it’s sprite the mentality helps” She explains Luke smiles at her

“Two shots please” She requests taking a seat next to Luke

She is given the two shots and slides one to Luke

“Ready it’s nothing bad just some sprite” She says with a smile

“Cheers” she says once Luke picks up the shot glass

They both down the drink and Luke makes a face but not as bad

“See it’s mentality” She says with a smile

“I’m Luke”

“I’m Izzie”

Luke holds up two fingers towards the bartender and points towards the shot glasses

“ID?” He asks

“I’ve given you my ID twice” Luke says and the bartender just looks at him frustrated Luke slides over the ID for a third time and the bartender returns it and pours them two shots.

Izzie and Luke cheers and take a shot together this time Luke doesn’t make a face

“So where you from?” Luke asks

“Arizona” She replies

“Pretty hot there?” Luke says mentally kicking himself that that’s the best line he could come up with Izzie lets out a little laugh

“ya ya it is” she responds Luke racks his brain for something anything half way decent to say but Izzie beats him to it

“So Luke you wanna dance or do you more sprite?” She asks with a smirk

“How about both” Luke responds maybe another shot of ‘sprite’ will given him some game he hopes Izzie does a similar motion to what Luke did and the bartender pours two more shots

They cheers and drink Before Izzie stands up and grabs Lukes hand

“Come on this is my favorite song” She says as they disappear from the bar onto the dance floor

Thankfully for Luke Izzie did most of the work seeing as how Luke kinda sucks at dancing.

Halfway through the song the beat drops and Luke looks straight into Izzies eyes and he starts to feel something impulsive build up in him and he leans forward and kisses her at first she reacts a little shocked but then she wraps her arms around his neck and he wraps his arms around her waist.

Izzie pulls away for a second and smiles at Luke.

After a few more dances, a few more shots and a few more kisses Luke leans in and whispers in her ear “Do you wanna get out of here?”

Izzie smiles and nods “just let me tell my friends I’m leaving”

Izzie says then walks towards the group of girls dancing on the other side of the dance floor

“Did Lukey find a girl” A voice asks

Luke turns around and sees his friend Mackie a little drunk

“Ya I’m gonna head out” Luke says

“Enjoy big boy” Mackie slurs then continue walking

A few seconds later Izzie grabs Lukes hand again and the two leave.

“What do you wanna do?” A now clearly tipsy Luke asks

“It’s such a pretty night” Izzie giggles as they walk down the beach

Once the two were a good distance away from the noise they had grabbed towels from a nearby stand and sat down on them looking up at the starry night.

The two still very much drunk but coming down a little start talking about random things soon their hands are back on each other and then their lips.

Before they know it the two are taking off articles of clothing and one thing leads to another…

The Next Morning

Luke Hughes wakes up to the blinding light of the sun shining in his face and a pounding feeling in his head.

He slowly begins regaining focus and takes a look around he sees his shirt and pants in a pile next to him leaving him in only his boxers, he sees his phone, keys and wallet the one thing he doesn’t see is Izzie. Luke spends the rest of the morning looking for her and fails. He’s so confused on what happened the only thing he knows is that Izzie is one girl he won’t forget.

#luke hughes #umich hockey #umich boys #umich #hughes brothers #jack hughes #quinn hughes #lh #feel free to interact #original character #original story #luke hughes x original character #sweet and simple #one night stand #new writer

[maybeimamuppet]

it isn't much, but it is enough for me

hello everyone!! hope you’re having a great day!

this is a request fill for Revolting Child on ao3 who requested matilda and miss honey’s first night together after the events of canon :)

tw for 

implied/mentioned abuse 

nightmares

implied ptsd

and as always if i’ve missed something please let me know so i can add it :)

enjoy!

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Neither Matilda nor Miss Honey are entirely sure how to get started. 

In the moment, everything had seemed so certain. The Trunchbull had been run out of school, Matilda’s parents had agreed to the adoption. Nothing else mattered just then. 

They realized slowly, as the school day came to an end and all the other children went home to their families, that it matters quite a lot. 

Matilda and Miss Honey simply sit in the empty classroom, occasionally looking at the other, both unsure of what to say or what to do. 

Eventually, Miss Honey gently stands from her desk. “Well, um… why… why don’t we pop by your house and fetch some things you’ll need?” 

Matilda nods and grabs her school bag from her hook, feeling the smooth leather of the straps as she hooks them over her shoulders. Miss Honey gently reaches out a hand for her. Matilda takes it and slowly leads her on the long walk to her house. 

She hesitates as her hand touches the cool brass of the doorknob. Memories come rushing back to her. 

The garish wallpaper, somehow orange, yellow, and green all at once. The pinks and the oranges and the yellows and… so bright. The strange texture of the carpeting. The yelling she’s still preparing instinctively to hear, muffled, but louder as soon as she opens the thick wooden door. 

This time, there’s nothing. 

Apart from the scattered furniture and knickknacks her parents left behind, there’s no sign of life. It’s like a bomb went off. Broken things on the floor, clothing that didn’t fit inside overstuffed suitcases carelessly crumpled on the ground, other bits and bobs everywhere. Nothing where it belongs. But if not for those things strewn carelessly around, you’d never know anyone ever lived there. 

Matilda gently crouches down and picks up one of her mother’s china dancer figurines. Matilda always loved them. She was never allowed to touch them, for fear she’d break them, but she admired them and their beautiful colorful dresses from afar. 

She carefully strokes a finger over the smooth figurine, down her hair and over the frills at the bottom of her dress. Her mother must have dropped it. There’s a tiny little fractal of her skirts missing at the very bottom, the rough texture of the inner china a stark contrast to the smooth glaze on the outside. She adds it to her bag without a word. 

Miss Honey silently follows her up the stairs to the attic, her bedroom. Matilda looks around. Last night was her last night ever sleeping stuck up here, illuminated by the moonlight through the small window, listening to all the creaks of the wood and the groaning as the rainwater rushed through all the pipes, deafening so high up. 

Matilda hesitates, deciding what to take. She packs all the clothes she has that still fit. Not many. A few dresses, a shirt, some jeans. That’s about it. Her drawings she did. A few little toys she made herself out of various things she found in the house and around the neighborhood, just for sentimentality. 

She freezes outright when she gets to her books. Miss Honey watches from Matilda’s firm old bed. “Make a list of what you have. We’ll take what we can carry and find replacements for the others. Just make sure you get all the ones that are special to you.” 

Matilda nods and scratches a list on the back of one of her drawings. She packs up the first book Mrs. Phelps had let her keep, a few more that she had gotten from various people in the neighborhood who were kind enough to notice her and her love of reading. 

They’re in and out within less than fifteen minutes. Matilda’s entire life packed into one bag, with a few books that didn’t fit carried in her arms. She plucks a rose from the bush outside as they walk back down the path and takes one last look. 

The house didn’t do anything to her. But she’s still glad to leave it. 

—-

Miss Honey leads her in through the rickety door to the shed she calls home. Matilda smiles to herself as it clinks shut behind her. 

She takes a deep breath. Miss Honey’s house smells like… flowers. Crayons, old books, something a bit dusty, in a nice way. It smells like a home. 

“Just for tonight, how would you feel about getting some takeaway? We’ve had quite a day, something easy?” Miss Honey asks as Matilda settles into the old wooden armchair in the corner. Matilda nods. “What sort would you like?” Matilda shrugs. “What if we got a pizza?”

“Pizza?” Matilda asks. “They do takeaway?”

“Yes, they do,” Miss Honey chuckles. 

“I’ve only ever had it frozen and microwaved,” Matilda replies. 

“Frozen pizzas can be nice if they’re cooked properly, but I think you’ll much prefer a takeaway to that,” Miss Honey says. “What sorts of toppings do you like?”

“I don’t know,” Matilda says. “I’ve never had anything except pepperoni.” 

“We’ll stick with that for tonight, then,” Miss Honey says. She crouches down in the small kitchen area she has to work with. There isn’t much there. A single stovetop burner to cook on, plugged into the wall. A refrigerator about as tall as Matilda. Cabinets and cupboards, with hardly enough room for any cookware, let alone any food to keep. A few nuts and other snacks, maybe, but very little else. 

Miss Honey opens a drawer on the very bottom next to the cabinets on the far left. She has to root through it for quite a while. She clearly doesn’t order from this place very often. 

She stands up with a small grunt as she finds what she was looking for and heads to the phone on the wall. She reads the number for the local pizza place off the pamphlet in her hand and dials it in, each of the buttons making a satisfying little click sound as she presses them with her index finger. She rests the phone between her shoulder and her head, tipping it to the side so it’s secured in the crook of her neck and using her left hand to support it just a bit. 

Matilda listens as her lilting voice chats for a moment with the pizza parlor worker on the other end of the line. She orders their large pepperoni pizza and looks over her shoulder to ask Matilda if she’d like anything else. Matilda startles just a bit and shakes her head. Miss Honey nods and turns back around, giving her address and saying a polite goodbye before hanging up the phone. 

“Alright, our food should be here in about twenty minutes. Shall we get you settled in in the meantime or do you need a moment to just sit?” 

“Settled in?” Matilda questions. Miss Honey nods.

“Unpack your things, get them put where they go,” she explains. 

Matilda blinks, mulling it over. Her things have a place here. This isn’t just Miss Honey’s home anymore, it’s hers, too. She nods and hesitantly goes to fetch her bag. 

She unfolds the clothes first. Miss Honey fetches some spare hangers and hangs her dresses next to hers. She does it like a rainbow, in order of the colors. Matilda likes that. 

Miss Honey also clears out a drawer in her dresser and carefully sorts her own things into the others before she puts Matilda’s pants, shirts, and undergarments into the newly empty one. 

Books are next. Matilda takes the small stack and carefully adds them in amongst the alphabetically sorted ones on Miss Honey’s bookshelf. 

She isn’t quite sure what to do with the rest of her things. 

“Anything special to you or that you don’t want to be damaged can stay in your bag, if you like. But…” Miss Honey stands, stepping up onto the small platform that functions as her bedroom. Matilda follows, but stays on the floor. There isn’t room for both of them to stand in there. “I haven’t got anything in this corner here. That can be your little nook.” 

Matilda nods and smiles. She carefully tacks up her drawings and rests her toys on the ground in the corner. Her now-empty bag sits limply next to them, floppy without anything inside to hold it up. 

“These drawings are beautiful,” Miss Honey says, sitting on her neatly made bed to watch Matilda move around without being in the way. “I love the birds.”

“Thank you,” Matilda responds sheepishly. Miss Honey nods and gently reaches to ruffle her hair. Matilda flinches, and the hand pauses before gently resting on her shoulder instead. 

“Never,” Miss Honey explains with one single, soft word. Matilda nods and takes a deep breath. 

“Habit,” she says, doing the same. Miss Honey smiles sadly at her and finally gives her that ruffle. Matilda smiles back and tucks her hair behind her ears.

Just then, there’s a knock at the door. Matilda startles again. Miss Honey gives her a look to check she’s alright as she stands to answer it. Matilda finds herself cowering behind the curtains that separate Miss Honey’s bedroom from the rest of the house and listening as Miss Honey chats with the delivery person and pays for their food. 

Matilda pokes her head out when she hears Miss Honey say a thank you and a goodbye, and then a dull thump as the door shuts and the metallic scratching of the old lock sliding shut. 

Miss Honey beckons her over with a hand. Matilda smiles and sits across from her on the ground, the both of them on either side of the rickety wooden crate that functions as a coffee table. Miss Honey opens the pizza box and releases its divine aroma into the room. “Tuck in.” 

Matilda hesitates, looking up at her. Whenever there was a pizza night in her old house, she always had to wait. Her parents got first pick of the best slices. Sometimes she was lucky to get the crusts they leftover. They never ate them. Miss Honey nods, so Matilda takes the piece with the most pepperonis on it and rests it on her paper plate. Miss Honey selects her own piece, and they smile at each other as they lean in for their first bites at the same time. 

Matilda feels her eyes widen as the delicious greasy goodness hits her taste buds. “Wow.”

“Good?” Miss Honey chuckles. Matilda nods eagerly and digs in. “Slow down, darling, you’ll choke.” 

Matilda slows only slightly. She takes her time chewing before taking another bite, and another, and another. Before she knows it, her slice is gone. “Can… can I please have more?” 

“Of course, love, you expect me to eat this whole thing myself?!” Miss Honey chuckles, politely holding her bite in her cheek. Matilda giggles and helps herself to another slice. 

The conversation over dinner is surprisingly light given the events of the day. Matilda discusses what she’s been reading about in her latest library book. She finds herself almost staring at Miss Honey, frequently doing double takes. Nobody’s ever really listened before. Well, Mrs. Phelps does. But she’s read all the books before. 

“That sounds fascinating, I might have to read that one next,” Miss Honey says when Matilda concludes her explanation. 

“Really?” Matilda asks.

“Of course! You describe things so eloquently, Matilda. I think you could make the most boring subject sound absolutely enthralling.”

“I didn’t think teachers were bored by anything,” Matilda says, taking another bite. She’s starting to slow down as she gets full. She doesn’t think she’s ever experienced that before. 

“We pretend not to be. But we have our favorite subjects and our least favorites just like you,” Miss Honey says. 

“What’s your least favorite?” Matilda asks. 

“I’ve never been much good at social studies, to tell you the truth. Politics, geography. I quite like history, but I’m not very good at it,” Miss Honey says as if it’s a terrible secret. Matilda’s surprised. Her class is a bit young for politics and much real history, but their geography lessons were always thrilling. Matilda never thought maps of the real world could be so interesting. “What about you?”

“I… I don’t know,” Matilda says. “Every subject has… bits I like and bits I don’t, I suppose. I like maths because there’s all these rules and there aren’t many exceptions to those rules. So it all fits. And I quite like English because that’s when you get to read and write. And I like history and psychology and chemistry and biology, and…” 

“And?” Miss Honey asks kindly.

“I’m talking too much,” Matilda says apologetically.

“No you aren’t, firefly,” Miss Honey says. “It’s like getting to know you. I like hearing about what you’re interested in.”

“Firefly?” Matilda questions softly. 

Miss Honey’s eyes shift slightly in the direction of the little wood stove. It isn’t lit, since today is sunny and warm. She takes a breath before she asks, “Can I tell you a secret?” 

Matilda nods, her eyes wide and fascinated. 

“You see how small that stove is?” Matilda nods. “I can only make the smallest fires in there. Barely embers. But… they’re enough. They keep me warm. They get me through any storm, any frost, any winter. It’s a small fire, but… stubborn. And willful, and powerful. And it fills me and this house with such warmth.” 

She looks back at Matilda. 

“And that’s exactly what you do, little one. You’re young and you’re small, but you have a fire that nobody will ever be able to put out. Not even Aunt Trunchbull. And sometimes, before today, when I was afraid of what she might do, I would lie in bed, and I would look at that little stove. And I’d think of you. And even just that gave me hope. Enough hope that we’d make it out of that situation. I’d feel warm. And I knew that as long as you and your friends were around, I could do anything. You give me strength. You’re a little fire all your own.”

Matilda blinks at her. 

“But if you don’t like it I won’t call you that again,” Miss Honey adds hastily. 

Matilda shakes her head frantically and sniffles, trying to discreetly wipe some tears from her eyes. “No, no, please. I-I love it. I’ve never had a nickname before. Well. A nice one.” 

“Then you’ll be firefly,” Miss Honey says. “Are you finished eating?”

Matilda looks down at her plate. Half of her third slice is still there, cooling progressively as it sits, uneaten, on the grease-soaked paper plate. “I haven’t finished this.”

“If you don’t think you’ll eat it now we can save it. But I’m fine waiting if you’re not done,” Miss Honey says.

Matilda picks up the slice and takes another bite. In spite of how delicious it is, she’s had so much that it doesn’t taste so good anymore. She puts it back down. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Miss Honey asks in confusion, taking the leftovers to the kitchen and wrapping them up so they don’t spoil in the fridge.

“I didn’t clear my plate. I wasted food,” Matilda says, fidgeting with her fingers in her lap. 

“We’ll eat it tomorrow, or some other time. You can’t help when you get full,” Miss Honey says like it’s absolutely nothing. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Oh, yes, it was delicious. Thank you,” Matilda says.

“You’re very welcome. But you don’t have to thank me for everything, firefly,” Miss Honey replies, closing the door to the fridge and coming back to her. 

“Sorry.”

“And stop apologizing so much,” the woman chuckles, gently tapping the end of Matilda’s nose with her finger. 

“Sor… um.” 

Miss Honey laughs. Matilda finds herself giggling too. It’s much easier to laugh here than it was at her old house. It’s like some weight that used to live inside her stomach has lifted, and now all her organs and insides can move the way they’re meant to. Like she’s free. 

Miss Honey pulls down a board game for them to play to pass the time before bed. Matilda sufficiently trounces her at it a few times over. 

They take turns washing up in the small basin in the restroom, and brush their teeth side by side. They don’t really have room to, and giggle as their elbows keep gently bumping into each other and the walls. 

Miss Honey does a few things to her hair and dons her pajamas. Matilda realizes she doesn’t have any. She left all her old ones at home. She’d still had to wear them in spite of how uncomfortably tight and short they were on her. 

“Have you got pajamas, love?” Miss Honey calls from behind the curtain as she changes.

“No,” Matilda replies. Her outfit is comfortable enough to sleep in, she supposes. Miss Honey suddenly appears from behind the curtain once again with some fabric in her hands. 

Matilda gently takes it when she offers it. It’s one of Miss Honey’s nightgowns. Miss Honey says, “You can wear this for tonight. I’ll take you shopping as soon as possible for some necessities.”

“Thank you,” Matilda says. Miss Honey smiles and nods. Matilda takes her turn behind the curtain and pulls off her uniform. The temptation to tear it all to shreds now that the Trunchbull is gone is high. She hopes that Crunchem Hall is no more. So no more uniform. 

Instead, she carefully folds it and rests it on a rickety wooden chair. She pulls on the much too large nightgown. She’s so much smaller than Miss Honey that she puts her head through a sleeve first and has to figure out what went wrong. 

In spite of where it droops around her neck and drags a bit on the floor, it’s the comfiest thing Matilda’s ever worn. It smells just like Miss Honey. Like books and tea and flowers. And the fabric is so soft, it’s almost like wearing a cloud.

When she returns to the rest of the house, Miss Honey has made her a delightful little bed all her own out of various cushions, blankets, and other soft things she found around. “I hope this is alright for tonight. We’ll get something better for you when we go shopping.”

“It’s perfect,” Matilda says. Miss Honey smiles. 

Matilda crawls into her makeshift bed. Miss Honey comes and tucks her in tight. She gently kisses Matilda’s forehead and pulls the blankets up around her chin. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Matilda echoes. 

Miss Honey grabs a flashlight and a book from the shelf. She smiles and blows Matilda a kiss before tugging the curtains half-closed and going to bed herself. Matilda rolls away from the light and drifts off to a peaceful sleep.

—————

She’s woken a few hours later by a noise. Her eyes fly open and she sits up, ready to defend herself if need be. She pauses when it’s silent again. Did she imagine it? Surely not.

She listens intently. The house is nearly silent, except for the faint, distant ticking of Miss Honey’s alarm clock. The creaking of the old wood shifting as a light, peaceful breeze blows outside. The chirping of a few crickets Matilda can hear through the gap beneath the door. 

But then the noise happens again. Matilda stands and grabs another flashlight. 

It happens again. Matilda follows it… through the curtain. To Miss Honey’s room. 

She makes sure not to shine the light in her face. But it’s enough for Matilda to see her teacher lying stock-still, frozen, like she’s on the nasty end of a gun. Her muscles all tight and constricted. Her face wrought and pinched in worry. Her pajamas clinging to her skin, dampened with a cold sweat. 

The noises were whimpers.

She’s having a nightmare. 

Matilda isn’t sure what to do. She’s had plenty of nightmares herself, but she’s never seen a grownup have one. She thinks of what she always wanted most after a nightmare. 

A hug. 

She clicks the light back off and pads gently over to Miss Honey. She hesitates before she reaches out to touch her abdomen and gives her a gentle shake. “Miss Honey.” 

Miss Honey doesn’t wake, but she pauses, almost like she’s considering the presence of Matilda in her sleep. 

Matilda tries shaking her again. “Miss Honey.” 

Still nothing.

Matilda tries one more time. “Miss Honey.”

This time, Miss Honey’s eyes fly open and she sits bolt upright with a half-yelled, “No!”

Matilda steps back and looks at her. Miss Honey looks frantically around the room, and her eyes soften when she sees Matilda standing in the dark, partly illuminated by the moonlight streaming in the window behind her. 

“Oh, Matilda, it’s you,” she says, panting for a second to catch her breath. “What’s the matter?”

“You…” Matilda pauses. Maybe this is one of those times a white lie is preferable. “I had a bad dream.” 

“Oh,” Miss Honey says sadly. She reaches for her, and Matilda gently cuddles into her lap. 

“Can I stay with you?” Matilda asks softly. She asks for Miss Honey’s sake, but… it sounds really nice for her, too.

“Of course, love,” Miss Honey whispers. “One thing.”

Matilda is confused as the woman stands and pads off into the house. She returns quickly with something in her hand. 

Matilda recognizes the scarf as the beads on the end of the white fabric glint in the moonlight. Miss Honey gently drapes it around Matilda’s shoulders and shifts the covers back a bit so there’s room for both of them in the bed. Matilda nestles into place and turns to face her teacher.

Miss Honey climbs into the bed after her and tugs the blankets back over the both of them. Matilda thinks for a moment before she scoots herself a bit closer and rests one end of the scarf around her, too. 

She can see Miss Honey smile at her in the darkness. She gives a faint grin back. 

For the second time that night, they both drift off to sleep, feeling something neither of them have felt for a very long time. 

Safe.

—————

thanks for reading!! hope you enjoyed and that you have a wonderful day!!

lots of love,

ezzy 

#matilda #matilda 1996 #matilda the musical #matilda 2022 #matilda wormwood #jennifer honey

[topsyturvy-turtely]

He really just needed a kiss...

John hated it. He utterly and truly hated it. He despised himself for it. It was going on his nerves. In fact it annoyed the fucking SHIT out of him.

That stupid, always present, torturing urge to be kissed.

It was plain out ridiculous. But he couldn't help it. He wanted- needed that kind of body contact. Where one was taller, the other smaller. Where one was the bold and made the decisive move. Where your heart stops and your breath catches and-

John put the tea pot down with too much force so the china chinked. He grabbed the newspaper off the table with an emphasis that really wasn't necessary and he walked over to his armchair with a frown on his face and heaviness in his steps.

He dropped into the chair and scowled at the news. He felt like a teenager, which dropped his mood even more.

"You're annoyed.", his flatmate Sherlock, eyes closed hands steepled under his chin, his legs half up half down, stated. And it made John even more grumpy. Because look at this arsehole! With his damn hair and annoying face and stupid athletic body he wouldn't struggle AT ALL finding someone to kiss him. Not that he would care for such mundane things.

"Yes.", there was no point in denying it, John decided but hid his face behind the newspaper again.

"Why?"

Behind the safety of the newspaper John rolled his eyes. "I just am."

Sherlock opened his eyes and leaned forward, "That's ridiculous every human emotion has its origin in a deeper-"

"Oh for fuck's sake. You of all people lecturing me about human emotions is really not a to-do-thing for today, okay?!"

Sherlock sat up and John - even behind the paper - felt his studying gaze on him and the irritation inside him flamed up even more. "Stop staring.", he grumbled

Sherlock tilted his head - eyes still fixed on his flatmate. He leaned forward, pushing the newspaper down and the sudden proximity made John uneasy.

"Ever heard of personal space?"

"Of course.", Sherlock said and invaded John's.

"Then why are you in mine?"

"Because you want it."

"I want- what?"

"You wanna be close to someone.", Sherlock said, both hands on either side of his armchair now.

"No", John awkwardly fixed his sitting position. "I think I am good. Go back to your seat, Sherlo-"

But then Sherlock's lips were on his and John froze. It was just a hint of a kiss. It was nothing really. He could back off and then they could just-

He put his hand on the back of Sherlock's neck and his hand barely touched his side. He hesitantly kissed him back and then Sherlock's lips pecked John's lightly. Sherlock opened his mouth and John sucked on the other man's lower lip. John (or more his libido) decided he'd go a bit further and used his teeth to tease. When Sherlock gasped, John pulled back quickly.

"Oh. Wow. I didn't- didn't expect to happen.", he said, Sherlock still hovering above him. His eyes were fluttering open and then stared into John's. There was something in his gaze that made John wanna hug him tight.

Sherlock straightened up and fixed his perfectly cuffed cuffs on his shirt. That heated look was completely gone. There was no evidence of what had just happened, except ,maybe, that John's trousers were a tad bit tighter than before.

Still uselessly fumbling with his cuffs (with elegant, slim fingers), Sherlock finally looked up. And with his look came a wall, being built brick by brick between them. "You needed stimulation. I gave you that. I hope you feel better now.", Sherlock said matter-of-factly, finally letting his cuffs alone, rolling his shoulders once. With four long strides he was at the hook with his belstaff, put it on with one swift movement and opened the door. "I'll be out. No need to wait up."

And John was being left behind. Completely stunned. He still felt lips on his own, still felt breath creeping over his jaw, still saw a heated look that John felt like had burnt him.

With a deep breath he heaved himself up, the newspaper forgotten on John's lap, flew to the floor. John needed tea. While the water boiled, John thought about what Sherlock had said. That he had offered him stimulation and that he hoped John felt better now. And he did, definitely, feel better but there was a tuck inside him that made him frown.

John grabbed a mug and put it down roughly. Then he remembered he already had made tea. He had completely forgotten about that. John stared at his mug and blinked. "Oh, I am so. fucked.", he realized and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Because John wanted to kiss his flat mate again.

[THIS DEVELOPED INTO AN ACTUAL FANFICTION READ IT ON AO3]

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[notes and tags under the cut]

hey there!! sorry i haven't uploaded anything in so long i was sooo stuck with my otp challenge. literally couldn't think of ANYTHING. but i have an idea now. just need to write it now. in the meantime... have this!

tag list! (tell me if you wanna be added/removed or if i forgot you!) @catlock-holmes @justanobsessedpan @helloliriels @boredsushi @fluffbyday-smutbynight @inevitably-johnlocked @hisfavouritejumper @rhasima @forfucksakejohn @ohlooktheresabee @turbulenttrouble @7arantellgrrl @ssmeowl123 @so-youre-unattached-like-me @totallysilvergirl @peanitbear @train-mossman @loki-lock @smulderscobie @timberva @grace-in-the-wilderness @chinike @pansherlock @the-smol-bean-libby-blog @jawnn-watson @whatnext2020 @escapingthereality @missdeliadili @kettykika78 @musingsofmyown @7-percent @speedymoviesbyscience @astudyin221b @toobluebrunette @francj15

#turtely writes #johnlock kithes #these two are such dumbasses #EsPeCiaLLy when i write them lmao #totally not inspired by my own feelings #gaaahhhhh #soMEONE KISS ME #gosh i am sorry #but like #i just want a kiss 😩 #wtf is wrong with me #this is ridiculous and i hate it #ignore my rambling in the tags #anygays #johnlock ficlet #johnlock #sherlock fanfic #sherlock x john #bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes #john watson #turtely #topsyturvy turtely

[drev-the-procrastinator]

I would like to know more about the fish in your profile pic. :)

oh!!! of course!!! gladly :) here's a full picture of the little fella:

so this guy's a Perca fluviatilis, or European perch, or just a perch, or in Finnish, ahven!

It's a predatory fish that lives in both fresh and brackish water, so here in Finland, dotted with over 180 000 lakes (albeit most are very small) and surrounded by the brackish waters of the Baltic Sea (or Itämeri in Finnish, which is funny because it means the East Sea even though from Finland said sea is to the west, but it's a direct translation from Swedish, to whom it is in the east lol anyway), it's a very common fish. In fact, it's the most common fish in Finland! There are a lot of little lakes and ponds in which it might be the only fish. It's also the national fish of Finland!

The important characteristics are the red (or really orange usually) fins and tail, the darker stripes, and the spikey dorsal fin, with the little black dot at the end towards the tail. In some of the darkwater lakes they can get almost black, though, so the stripes aren't always visible, but for example in the sea, where the water is clearer, you can see them well.

They can grow pretty big, but are usually 15-30 cm and weigh at most something like 350 grams, though occasionally bigger fish are found. When it comes to people who fish for fun, and not like, with big ships, the perch is the most commonly fished fish in Finland, I think? They can also withstand waters quite a lot acidic than most Finnish fish, which contributes to them living in tiny bog ponds as the only fish in there. Mostly they live in Europe (aside from Spain and Italy) and all the way to the Kolyma River in the Russian far east, but they've been planted in places such as Australia, New Zealand/Aotearoa, South Africa and even China I think? Where they're endangering the native fish species :[ so that's not good

They're pretty curious little fishies! They live in schools of fish during the day and look for food together, but at night they rest on their own at the bottom of the body of water they live in. A few times, when I've gone swimming in a lake with clear water, I've spotted them in the shallow water rather close to people swimming, and when I stayed in place for long enough they came really close a few times! I could've almost touched them, but they're also really fast, so they would've (and probably did) sprint away.

I've caught them a few times, but the ones I've fished have been too small so I've let them go. When my dad's side of the family used to have the cottage in the archipelago my mom has now, my grandparents used to put out the fishing nets (I helped a few times as well!) and then in the morning I'd help take the fishes out of the net, and there'd be perch there pretty often. I've also filleted these fish, and eaten them haha. My favorite is perch covered in flour and fried in butter, served with mashed potato! But most of all I do like just watching them :)

A couple more fun facts! They have a sharp boney spike at the edge of their gill cover, so you have to be careful when you hold them for example taking it off a hook! And the spikes on their back! They're very spiky fish :D

The word for ahven here in Russian is окунь, okun', which according to a version of the etymology, comes from the old word for eye, oko. In Finnish, ahven is pretty close to the reconstructed Proto-Finnic form *ahvën, but we don't know what the etymology for that is! The name for the fish is really similar in most Finnic languages though:

Lastly, the Finnish name for the big island and autonomous region of Åland is Ahvenanmaa, with ahvena being a dialectal form of ahven, and thus the name is like, the land of the perch :) It might come from the fact that in the 1500s, the people from there paid their taxes in perch? The etymology on that one is a little unlcear still! Just a fun little fact. :)

Here's a picture of a little ahven I took in 2018!

I just really like them :) ahven my beloved <3 <3 <3

#thank you for the ask!! :) #if you see a post on tunglr with ahven in it: PLEASE tag me i woudl love to see it

[arthurhonda]

Beginnings for Day 1 of Amechu Week

A high school/Human AU where Yao just moved from China to the United States.

@amechuweek

Yao hated this. It was his senior year of high school, and of course his father got an overseas job in America’s Pacific Northwest, so now he’s spending his senior year in a foreign land with weird customs and habits.

It helped a little that he moved into an area that was highly populated with other Asian people, especially other Chinese people, but a lot of them were second or third generation, so he didn’t feel like he fit in too much. At least they spoke Mandarin fluently and he could practice his English with them.

So, Yao went to school and tried to figure out how American school’s work. It was nothing like what school was like in China. For starters, it was a much shorter day, the students were much more distant than Chinese students, and on top of that the food (if you could call it that) that was fed to the students smelled funny and tasted about as good as it looked…it didn’t.

Still, food was food, and Yao was hungry. Sitting away from everyone in a corner, he munched on…something…he assumed it was supposed to be pizza, but it tasted soggy, not that he’s eaten a lot of pizza before, but the pizza he did have tasted a whole lot better than whatever this soggy bread was supposed to be.

Looking up at the lunch tables he noticed that a lot of people were laughing together and suddenly he felt very lonely. He missed his friends back home. He missed the food back home. He missed his home so badly he wanted to cry, but his pride would not let him cry in front of all these people.

Suddenly, there was a shadow that overcame him, and he looked up to see a honey-blonde boy standing over him. The most noticeable thing about him was that he had a tuft of hair sticking straight up from his forehead.

Yao opened his mouth to ask what the boy wanted but was greeted by the most god-awful mandarin he’d ever heard. It was clear that it was supposed to be Mandarin, but the grammar was terrible, and the boy’s American accent was very strong.

“Stop. Please. I speak English.” Yao replied to the boy in English, hoping that he’d stop butchering his native language.

“Oh, didn’t know that! I’m Alfred by the way.”

“You didn’t ask. I’m Yao.”

“Was my Chinese really that bad?” The blonde asked genuinely, sitting himself next to Yao.

“It was.” Yao replied bluntly “Where’d you learn it, Duolingo?”

“Sagwa mostly. My mom had it on VHS when I was a kid.”

“What’s Sagwa?” Yao asked completely confused.

“Oh, it’s an old tv show about a Chinese cat. Yeah, not many people here know it either.”

“You learned Chinese…from a cat?”

“Yeah! Anyhow, why’re you eating over in the corner here?”

“What’s wrong with eating in the corner.”

“Well for starters you’re all alone and you look miserable dude.”

“You came all the way over here to tell me this did you?” Yao replied annoyed.

“Nah, came over here to invite you to our table. Come on!” Alfred replied, grabbing Yao by his arm before dragging him over to a group of people.

“Hey y’all this is Yao.” The annoying blonde introduced him.

“So, you got picked up by this git too?” A blonde British boy asked from across the table. “He likes picking up us foreign exchange students.”

“Dude gross, that sounds like I’m trying to hook up with y’all.” The honey blonde says as he sticks his tongue out at the other blonde.

“Please don’t fight you two.” A short black-haired boy sighed beside the British boy before turning to Yao. “I’m Kiku. Where are you from?”

“Wuhan.” Yao replied, looking at Kiku’s bento box, which looked a lot more appetizing than what he currently had.

“I thought you were Chinese?” Alfred replied, rudely stealing a fry off of Yao’s tray.

“Wuhan is a city in China, you idiot.” A tall boy with a strong Russian accent replied from behind Alfred, holding a paper bag. “Also, you are in my seat.”

The tall boy put his bag on Alfred’s head, presumably to annoy him into moving somewhere else. Alfred just looked up at the platinum blonde and gave a cheesy smile.

“My seat now Ivan. Anywho, only one we’re missing now is Francis.”

“Right here.  Who’s this?” A boy with a heavy French accent asked as he draped himself on Yao’s shoulders, who stiffly froze at the sudden contact. Alfred frowned and peeled the long haired blonde off of Yao protectively.

“His name’s Yao. Be nice to him dude!”

“Question: Did he do the terrible google translate thing with you as well?” The tall Russian boy asked Yao as he sat down besides Francis across the table, pulling out his own lunch.

“I never want to hear him try to speak French again. It was the worst thing I’ve ever heard in my life, and I wanted to cry hearing him speaking … whatever it was that he was speaking” Francis complained dramatically.

“Dude, I’m literally right here. I can hear you.” Alfred complained throwing a fry at the French boy playfully.

“Good. Then stop doing that shit.” The British boy responded.

“I’m trying to be friendly Arthur!”

“You introduced yourself to me by asking if I watch Doctor Who.”

“You do watch Dr. Who.” Kiku said with a soft smile towards Arthur.

“Whose side are you on?” Arthur complained weakly.

Yao couldn’t help but watch as everyone conversed freely with each other, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company. He suddenly felt a heavy hand clap on his shoulder, and he turned to look at Alfred, who had a very serious look on his face.

“Listen man, anyone makes fun of you for any reason or hurts you in any way, you come to me, and I’ll take care of it.”

Yao gave the honey blonde a look of disbelief.

“Why would you do that for a random kid you just met?”

A bright wide smile broke out onto Alfred’s face, making everything seem alright with the world.

“Because I’m the hero, and that’s what hero’s do.”

“You literally stole fries off of my tray mister hero.” Yao laughed as Alfred tries to come up with an excuse.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad here. These people didn’t seem so bad, and everyone accepted him instantly. The only thing he’d change right now is the food. Maybe he could make some food to share with everyone tomorrow.

He’s glad Alfred came over to say hi to him.

#amechu #hetalia #aph america #aph china #amechuweek #hetalia fanfiction #also includes other characters #I wrote this in a day and it's not edited so I apologize #Trying to decide if I want to make this a series #hws america #hws china

[once-in-a-blood-moon]

Twelve Days of Flower-Mas: Barbatos

AN: Some small drabbles of the flowers I think represent the love and connections the boys have towards you, and how they give said flowers to you in unconventional ways. I just think flower language is sweet. :)

TW: None

Reader is gender neutral!

Gorse: Love in all seasons

“This tea is wonderful, Barb!” 

The two of you had been sitting in the royal gardens enjoying a mini tea party of sorts. Diavolo had somehow convinced Barbatos to take the rest of the day off. With his schedule now empty, he decided to spend the remainder of the day with his lover. He prepared his best teas and had a platter of assorted desserts for you to choose from. He even decided to make extra cookies, which were currently cooling inside. 

Barbatos chuckled. “I’m glad it’s to your liking. Can I get you some more?” You glanced down to the delicate china, swirling around what tea was still left. 

“That would be nice actually.” You looked back up to Barbatos with a small smile. Barbatos returned one of his own, standing up and placing his tea kettle and both of your cups on a spotless silver tray. 

“I will have to go make some more. Would you like to accompany me?” Barbatos balanced the tray in one hand while offering a hooked arm out to you. You nodded, standing and wrapping both of your arms around his. He began to lead you towards the castle doors, but felt a gentle tug as you had stopped when something caught your eye. 

“What is it, my dear?” Barbatos leaned down to your eye level, trying to find what it was you were looking at. 

“I’ve never seen those flowers before. Are they new?” You pointed towards a bed of little yellow flowers. Barbatos uprighted himself, a gentle smile splayed across his lips. 

So, you had noticed them. They were indeed new, Barbatos had ordered them special from the human realm recently. He wanted an addition to the garden that reminded him of you. The meaning of these particular flowers struck a chord within him, as even though he held infinite time in the palm of his hands, the changing of the seasons and the changing of you could never deter his feelings. His love for you would persist for eons to come. 

Barbatos placed a sweet kiss on your temple. “I’m glad you noticed them. They’re known as gorse. Aren’t they lovely?” 

“Beautiful.” You turned to gaze into his dual toned eyes as you spoke. Many more words spoken silently between the two of you. After a moment, Barbatos cleared his throat as to change directions.

“Let’s go inside. The cookies I baked earlier should be cool enough by now. Why don’t we try to recreate these flowers in icing while we wait for the tea?” An excitement shot through your system at his proposal. Barbatos chuckled at your enthusiasm. He glanced back behind you, eyeing the flowers. Unhooking his arm from your hold and gracefully strode to the bed, he picked the fullest bloom before returning to you. 

“Here, we can use this one as a reference. And afterwards it’s yours to keep for all eternity.” 

#obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me barbatos #obey me barbatos x reader #obey me fanfic #obey me mc #obey me barbatos x mc #obey me reader insert #jo writes

[lesbianwriter]

You're a rare diamond in tumblr (specifically for wlw contents)!

May i request for a Cop x Villain in a secret relationship yet living together.

Aww, thank you so much!

“Honey, I’m home.” Cop winced as she shut the door behind her. The sound might as well have echoed in the house. The grocery bag in her hand crinkled, the sound magnified by the haunting silence. Never had the house ever been so…dead. Her footsteps felt heavy, as if she was walking with lead shoes.

Villain was upset. Rightfully so.

Cop walked into the living room, meeting Villain’s glare as Villain tightened the bandages around her arm.

Sighing, Cop moved a pillow out of the way and sat next to Villain. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to hit you. You know that I’d never hurt you, right?”

“It still hurts.” Villain mumbled, avoiding her lovers eyes.

“I know. And I’m very, very sorry.” Cop placed a hand on Villain’s cheek. They could only be intimate like this in their home. Outside, they couldn’t even try. Every media form in the city would be spewing headlines about it an smearing both of their reputations to filth. 

Stubbornly, Villain closed her eyes and scowled deeper. 

“I got blood on the carpet.” She announced.

“I bet you enjoyed doing that. You hate that carpet.” Cop laughed gently. Villain peeked her eyes open, softly smiling at Cop’s laughter. She tried to turn away before the other noticed, but she did, and Cop winked before letting her hands drop down the the bandages, carefully hooking a finger under the weakest wrap.

“I love you.” Cop continued, carefully beginning the process of unwrapping the wound. Her stomach churned thinking about what it’d look like under the bloodied bandages. Since Villain appeared to be okay there was hope that it wasn’t too nasty. 

“I love you too.” Villain huffed, looking away again. For a villain, she hated gore. Naturally, her lover had teased her about it, but now she was quiet. She didn’t make a comment about it. Her touch was featherlight. Gentle. So as not the break Villain further. 

Their relationship was a fragile thing.

Cop liked to think that the fragility of it made the tender moments much more valuable. If it was easy to be in love then there wouldn’t be as much value to the kisses stolen in the alleyways where the streetlight’s glow didn’t illuminate. The delicateness made precious things so precious. Paintings had to be preserved to keep it valuable. Glass and fine china were breakable. The ability to be broken, the fragility, made it that much more precious. Thinking about her relationship with Villain like that made it easier.

It reminded her that it was a beautiful, gorgeous thing. However, it took work to ensure it stayed that way.

Villain didn’t think of it like that. At times, she was sure that she would burst from containing her feelings. But if people found out—if other Villain’s found out….

She breathed in. It was safer to keep it a secret. Both of them loved each other, but it was hard. Especially when it culminated to moments where one of them was injured and the other left guilt ridden. 

She couldn’t stay mad at Cop for that reason. She knew she felt guilty about it. She knew it was an accident and had simply happened due to the fact they were on two different sides of a war and tried to meet in no man’s land. But she could be mad about the sting that came as Cop applied the antiseptic ointment.

“Hey, I got your favorite sweets.” Cop said, attempting to distract Villain as she kept applying the antiseptic. “We’ll watch your favorite movie tonight.”

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“I’ll forgive you if you let me have the rest of the ice cream for breakfast tomorrow morning.” Villain rested her head on Cop’s chest. She nuzzled herself into the warmth. Her arm still hurt, but the pain wasn’t excruciating anymore.

“Is that all it’ll take?” Cop yawned as the credits continued to roll. “You’re normally needier than this.”

“I’m feeling nice tonight.” Villain closed her eyes, arms wrapped around Cop’s form. The TV turned off with a click, and the remote made a soft clack on the nightstand. 

Outside, villains and heroes were fighting each other. But not them. They got to snuggle each other under the warmth of a weighted blanket. They got to watch a movie and eat candy together until it piled up in the trash can. 

Unfortunately for Villain, it meant that tomorrow Cop would insist that they’d have to more vegetables and healthy meals to make up for the sugar. She’d have to go to work and pretend that she was happy that she managed to injure Villain. That part wasn’t the good part. It was the bruised piece of fruit. 

“I love you, Villain. I’m still very sorry.”

“Shh. I told you my condition. Take it or leave it.” Villain mumbled sleepily.

Cop smiled despite herself. “Fine. I accept your condition.”

#hero x villain #heroes and villains #writing snippet #wlw #sapphic #hero x villain community #my writing #villain x hero

[neo-neos]

My BL journey so far

Okay kids gather round, get comfortable. This is a long one.

Disclaimer/background info: I started watching BL about a month ago-ish. I don't remember the exact date but I believe I started last month or maybe the end of the month before. So I am still a bit of a noob and trying to catch up with watching things. I am also a very chaotic person which you will probably find out by the way this is structured/written. Lastly, even though I do study/teach English for a living, it is not my first language.

Okay with that out of the way, let's dive in.

Backstory/introduction

Like any good story I feel like a bit of backstory/intro might be a good idea. Hi, on the internet I mostly go by the nickname Peach, however I created this blog when I got into BL and have adopted yet another fruit as a new nickname for this side of my personality/identity which is Lychee. I don't really mind which one you use. I'm 24 years old and I am Dutch (the Netherlands). As mentioned in the disclaimer I teach English but I am also still a student, I plan on studying more after this because I love learning new things and especially about languages and cultures. I am part of the LGBTQ+ community myself and mostly identify as Bisexual or Pansexual. I use she/her pronouns. When I was about... 13-14 ish I rolled into the K-pop fandom. I used to listen to bands like SHINee, Super Junior, EXO, BAP, Infinite, Girls Generation, 2ne1, Block B... I was a real fangirl if you ask me HAHA. In this time I also watched a Kdrama or two here and there. Favorites being: Heartstrings and Shut up flower boy band. (I was never too into Kdrama back then). I also used Tumblr back then, I have a literal 12 year old tumblr account with almost 50K posts that I used during my K-pop times. I stopped using tumblr quite a while ago too but that blog is still there. I would reblog gifs and pics and what not about my biases and ships. But as interests do sometimes, it faded into the background and I fully stopped keeping up and listening to K-pop. It has literally been 10 years now.

But then...

One random afternoon I was bored at home and wanted to watch something new. I randomly realized Kdramas existed and so my journey to find one began. I stumbled upon Semantic Error and almost by accident decided to read the little description and the tags that were with it. My eyebrows furrowed for a minute before I could feel my eyes widen: "WAIT THE TWO BOYS... IT'S... GAY???" I could almost not believe what I saw. Obviously back in my K-pop times every band had ships and pairings you fangirled over, Baekyeol or ChanBaek, 2Min, JongKey... You know what I mean...You fangirled over every random moment they were together but that was as far as that went. So you could maybe imagine my excitement when I realized that Korea has come far enough to actually make BL shows now. So without further thoughts I watched Semantic Error. And because it was the first BL I saw I fell in love with it, the story was good, the acting was good, the fluff was to die for. An all round great experience to start off with.

Little did I know...

After this experience I was obviously hungry for more. So, I turned to the internet to tell me where they had been hiding this secret stash of everything I ever wanted in Kdrama... And boy was I surprised with the results. This was the moment I found out that not only Korea but also Japan, Thailand, Taiwan and China made BL shows... And not just 1 or 2... The choices were endless. My journey continued with (either... I kinda forgor...) Don't say no and Love by Chance. This was my first experience with NC scenes too. I had no idea that Thailand already took the step to also go into a little more 18+ when it comes to BL and to be fair... I was kind of excited about it. Now that I have seen more BLs I guess you could argue that neither Don't say no and Love by Chance are the best BLs ever made but at the time I was completely hooked on them.

And so began...

An insane marathon sprint. By this time I wanted more more more and that's what I consumed. I watched some more Kbl, some Japanese BL and some more Thai BL's as well. Until I hit KinnPorsche and that's when I realized how hooked I actually was on this new comfort genre I had just discovered. KinnPorsche allowed me to put the shows I had watched for far into perspective. Most BLs have the university students falling in love drama vibe... KinnPorsche was something completely different and boy did I fall in love, and hard too. This show quite honestly changed a lot of things for me. I went from 'I'm just casually watching these shows' to 'Oh I might be a little obsessed now' and after finishing KP I realized I wanted even more and I could no longer deny that I was becoming a part of the BL fandom.

So where we are now...

In the past month I have spent every free second of my day watching shows. Binging one after the other. I was lucky to have a week off during this time too and I have managed to COMPLETE 32 BLs between then and now. 5 currently watching shows I try and keep up with and a TO WATCH list of 40+ shows. (aka: obsessed much?)

In the meantime I have made a BL twitter and a BL tumblr (this one) to find out more about the BLs I watched or am watching currently, but also to keep up with new ones coming out. I have realized that because of how badly I want to keep up with things I SUCK at remembering names. If the show did not leave a big impression on me I can also easily forget the whole storyline of some. This in addition to people talking about ship names but also IRL ship names using actors real names makes it quite hard to keep up sometimes.

The community...

I also made these accounts in the hopes to interact with the community. This part has been quite a challenge for me. I have never been the most extraverted person (both irl and online) but I am one of those people that is almost desperate to make friends (that sounds a bit sad but hear me out.) I love talking to people (< but you said you're introvert.. I know again, hear me out) but I have absolutely no idea how to behave in order to make friends. I am often too shy to interact with people so I just kind of pull myself back and hope someone reaches out first. As soon as they do there's a good chance I will latch onto them without mercy. I have realized that I am afraid I do not fit in sometimes within this community (mostly on twitter to be honest) I see a lot of very knowledgeable people when it comes to BL shows and I am too afraid to interact. Here on tumblr and twitter I also (after literally 10 years) realize how talented people are when it comes to making gifs, edits and translations. Something I did not really think much about when I was using Tumblr 10 years ago. I have so much admiration for what people make but at the same time I feel like being a cheerleader from the sidelines by reblogging/retweeting I cannot match up to them too. Now I am obviously very new to BL and the community and I have actually met some lovely people already. I guess I just want too much too fast haha!

BL as a whole... (Disclaimer: The things I talk about are not just directed at BL alone, the issues I list are VERY MUCH also alive in Hetero shows and I would like to see change there too. But to keep on the topic of BL I list them here with my reasoning)

Realizing how far these countries have come when it comes to even making shows about LGBTQ+ is an awesome thing to see. Like I said before I come from the time where all I could really do is ship two band members together and fangirl over them sitting next to each other basically. I am part of the LGBTQ+ community myself and I live in a country is supposed to be very accepting so it is nice to see the steps different cultures are taking as well. However I do feel we are not there yet in the way they portray things. Consent (this is obviously not only a BL problem) has been a bit of an issue for me in some shows. Power dynamics - My main issue show for this one was Cutie Pie (not very sure how to elaborate further) NC scenes - Still being quite unrealistic sometimes, you really cannot tell me that bottoming is something you do without preparation of any sort. Only gay for xxx -> Straight but gay for this one man is not exactly how sexuality works. I feel like it might kind of give off the wrong idea as well. I do see that some of these trends are turning to the right direction (Between Us being a good example for consent for example)

Now I obviously know that these are fictional stories so please don't come for my throat over this. I am just listing a few things I have noticed in my journey.

The shows...

Now I would like to use this last little section here to mention and give my thoughts (positive and negative) about some shows I have seen. Let's start with the good shall we.

KinnPorsche -> I have mentioned this show before but I would like to do it again. I fell in love with this show, the actors are amazing, the storyline is great, the chemistry between the couples, the diversity in the storyline, the humor, the serious moments... It has so much and the casting they did for this show is a legit 10/10 Apo is such an amazing actor, Mile is his perfect match for the role and don't even get me started on the rest of the cast I would probably pull up an entire powerpoint presentation.

Life-Love on the line -> Is a Japanese BL that I related to quite a lot. The entire story of how two boys fall in love and grow up together, one becoming more serious while the other stays quite 'childlike' hit me right in the feels (I don't want to spoil things) It was such a beautiful story to be fair.

Semantic Error -> My first BL and what a great start to have to be honest. Need I say more?

Bad Buddy -> I loved this one because of the storyline and the awesome chemistry between the characters. It showed an amazing story of how sometimes you need to put your prejudice thoughts aside to find something beautiful.

Blueming -> The way this story unfolds made me fall even deeper in love with Kbls to be honest. The way this was filmed was just so beautiful.

Roommates of Poongduck -> I was a little hesitant in the beginning of this one. The storyline description did not grab my attention and after seeing how KBL is often focused more on the story than on the passionate kisses for instance it took me a moment to get into it. But we have all seen the kissing scene (that they robbed us of to be fair) and the chemistry between the characters had me sobbing while having the biggest grin on my face.

I told sunset about you -> When I got a little deeper into my research the name of this BL kept popping up everywhere and it obviously got me curious. Boy oh boy this was such a beautiful story I cannot even begin to explain. The exploration of sexuality, gender, love and friendship in this one... Ugh ugh ugh.

Not me -> A masterpiece. The themes, the storyline. They touch upon heavy topics while also maintaining an entertaining series. It's so good.

Love in the air -> Okay so, MOST of the shows above have a lot of deeper messages or storylines and love in the air might feel out of place. WRONG. Sky's storyline shows quite a bit of deeper meaning and I think it was done really well. The other part of why I like this show is because of the actors. They really did such an amazing job with this one and I cannot wait to see more of them.

ChocoMilkShake -> (up until last ep) this was my comfort show. I kind of ignored the dark side of them leaving and just focused on all the cute stuff but I just love it. They better give me a happy ending though!

Between Us -> I have seen UWMA and I must say that although the story was very very beautiful and touching and heavy... I did not vibe with the insane drama as much as I would have hoped. I did however enjoy the WinTeam moments quite a bit. And then BOOM Between Us happened and I am having a blast with this one. Consent being a big plus. The storyline is good, there has not been (knock on wood) unnecessary drama (I was afraid this would happen with the overhearing half a conversation thing they were giving us but I am SO happy to see it was done in a mature way). I love it.

And now for some shows I would like to give a tiny piece of my mind. DISCLAIMER: These are opinions you can ignore, I am not shitting on actors whatsoever, this is mostly targeted towards writing/storyline. THE ACTORS DID NOTHING WRONG!! I am okay with people asking questions about it though (: I also do not JUST shit on the shows I talk about here, I point out some things and also say what I DID like about it

Lovely writer -> This show holds a scene that I find THE MOST frustrating one I have seen so far. "Let me explain" -Silence- "I can explain" -Silence- "Wait don't leave" -Silence-.... If you have seen the show you probably know what I'm referring to. This is what I mean with unnecessary drama. Characters being angry at each other for longer than needed or for a reason that does not make sense. The rest of the show was okay. I don't hate the show but it frustrated me more than that I enjoyed it.

Big Dragon -> The first episode had me screaming. The NC scene, the open kink representation on this one made me so excited. It felt like the next step towards representation for kinks within the genre... And then that slowly died off. The scene where Yai is with the girl that (I suppose) normally helps him with his kink and then the bathroom scene where Mangkorn orders Yai around were 10/10 too but then it was gone and we were back to quite the normal BL plotline again which I found very sad. In the later episodes I also missed the chemistry between Yai and Mangkorn. I fucking LOVE MosBank together like... They are legit amazing actors and I would love to see them again in something different. I am just a little disappointed in the storyline progression.

Cutie pie -> The power dynamic in this show was not really my style. The controlling BF type deal was a bit hard to watch at times. and I KNOW that this entire show is about breaking free of that but the fact that there it is needed in the first place and the lying and secrets.. it was all a bit much for me. However the casting was really good. The chemistry between the characters/actors is awesome and everyone played their role really well!

To my star -> NOW BEFORE YOU BEHEAD ME, HEAR ME OUT. I love this show. I actually love this show. It is really good. But there are some small things that made me frustrated sometimes. Talking about feelings is hard and I do get that 110% but it sometimes felt quite frustrating and left me with a little bit of a bad feeling. I really hope that this show teaches people that you can only really move forward by talking about your feelings instead of running away from them.

Together with me -> The controlling, dramatic, witch female role. Now again, hear me out. The show is great! The chemistry is there, the acting is 10/10 the casting is 10/10 but it has an element I would like to discuss that I have seen in multiple BLs as well. Now I get that the girl is mad, right. Her BF literally cheats on her (shame on u) but the entire master plan the girls come up with like... damn girls... That's all I really have to say about it. Not all women become murderous, petty witches.

TharnType -> From homophobic to being almost assaulted into a gay relationship. Again casting 10/10, chemistry 10/10. But I see this storyline quite a bit too in deluded forms. Consent is a BIG issue in this show for me. Then there is the "I am only okay with this gay guy" idea too that just kinda made me pull some faces at my screen at times.

If you have made it this far... I'm so sorry?

As for now, I think I have written enough about my BL journey so far, if you DID actually read this far and have any questions about it, feel free to ask. I am willing to discuss anything and everything as long as we respect each others views (:

This post is also an invitation to whoever wants to connect. I really do love making friends and my DMs (here and on twitter or if you want to connect on a different platform let me know) are always open. You can literally go in there without context and go: GIIIIRL LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT... and I will reply as if we've been besties for years I really do not mind skipping the awkward first stages of interaction.

My DMs (+replies) are also open for:

Show recs (dm me your fav show and a little description on why it's your fav show and why I should love it too!)

Questions regarding this post or me personally

FanFic recs (If you have written something pls show it to me I love to read!

Seeing my watched list, currently watching list or to watch list for the curious cats (: (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Thank you so much for reading and for now I cannot wait to see what the BL community has in store for me ♥

#I cannot believe what I have created #I am so sorry if you actually read this #THIS IS A VERY PERSONAL POST AND IT IS VERY LONG I AM SORRY #Thai bl #KinnPorsche #Kbl #Korean BL #Between us #life-love on the line #choco milk shake #thai bl series #thai bl drama #korean bl #thai bl #kbl #bl series #bl drama #Big dragon #bad buddy #not me series #love in the air #Semantic error #blueming

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

I love the bit about Leon becoming proficient in Mandarin, and that old couple wondering why this pretty white man never fails to stock up on a certain tea. Leon responding with a "Ta Shi" when one of the store owners wondered out loud if he actually had a Chinese wife

And woah, imagine Leon bringing the twins with him one time and the old store owners just melt in delight... heck Leon and his twin girls be rocking the entire Chinatown in DC

i've already started writing this!!!! i don't really remember what made me think of this i think it was random brainstorming about headcanons that made me think of this lol

also cause i'm asian 👁 i can imagine him stumbling into china town at first, and he just has like a tea label that has no english on it so he's trying to find tea shops and find the label that matches it. i just have so many ideas about him wandering around one to find things for ada hehehe he'd always gets a bouquet for her too cause i dunno he's just kinda like that lol.

BUT YEAH pretty white man always comes in to get more tea hehehe.

I LOOKED UP THE TRANSLATION AND I AM CONFUSED LOL I DON'T KNOW MANDARIN SKDHFBSFKJS (also if anyone wants to help me with the mandarin lemme knowww!!!!!)

I headcanon that Leon loves whenever Ada's speaking a different language, lots of just sweet endearing words of affection when they're in bed together. she calls him beautiful and stuff in chinese and eventually he just learns how to say i love you and he whispers it to her while they're making love 👁👁

THE ELDERLY COUPLE WOULD LOVE SEEING THE AEON TWINS!!!!!! ahhhh!!!!!!!

i still feel that ada would only go out occasionally, i still haven't figured out like how to have her tie up loose ends etc. but i'd love them to see her too at some point. also i would love it if they spoke to ada in a more older dialect and leon just DOES NOT UNDERSTAND LOL just like them straight up asking her how they met etc. and she just says so frankly like something so similar to the truth like, "oh i saved his life and had him hooked since then" JKBSDKJFSBKSF but they also tell ada to never let him go and that he’s a keeper and she'd just be like, "i know :')"

she'd talk to the twins in mandarin as well. they would grow up multi lingual. i see leon's mandarin as kinda meh for a long time lol. his pronunciation would be off and ada would understand sometimes but mostly find what he says endearing and adorable

#ask heart #heart answers #anon #aeon twins #ada wong #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #aeon #leon kennedy x ada wong #leon x ada #leon s kennedy x ada wong #ada x leon

[lustbile]

WayV comeback when? 😭😩 I keep binge watching Ten and Xiaojun Famcams from like 3 years ago when they were having fanmeetings in China. I miss them so much *^* Simping so hard on Xiaojun because of that one fancam where he covered Ten's part in Take Off. Btw I am your new reader only been following you for like a month and I really like your writing 😩💙 who is your favorite member???

If you take blurb request, can you write about Alpha Xiaojun + rough sex (not super rough but rough enough, idk what I am saying) + Omega Reader who is in heat and triggers his rut..He ends up knoting inside and giving mate mark to the omega. + Fluffy aftercare (bc why not) as they can't seperate for an hour because of the knot they just cuddle the whole time and sweet kisses and all. They both are like already in relationship btw. I am sorry if my request is too detailed and weird ⚫👄⚫

I know!!! I miss wayv so bad man :/ but thank you for following and reading my stuff! Im assuming you mean specifically a wayv bias, but I don’t really feel like I have one right now and its probably because its been so long since they’ve had a comeback, but id say maybe yangyang?

and ive never written an abo thing and i haven’t really read any in a long time either, but I hope you like it!

Warnings: everything requested, mentions of blood

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You groan softly as Xiaojun’s hands run up your heated skin, his fingers drumming against your ribs as he presses down to hold you still. You twitch wildly beneath him, your thighs shifting in a desperate attempt to get some form of friction, and you feel a hungry need to snap at him when he smiles in amusement. 

“Always so high strung,” he teases, his voice tense as he lets his wild eyes follow the bead of sweat that rolls down the center of your bare chest, “don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”

“Fuck me,” you command, your harsh tone making him huff in laughter. You move your ankles to hook at the back of his thighs, trying to pull him closer to you, but all you get in response is him reaching to roughly tug at your nipple. 

You whimper loudly as he pulls at your skin, your back arching away from the bed. You grit your teeth painfully, and the ache in your core intensifies, but before you can let the rude thoughts that swim through your mind slip off your tongue, you feel his length bump gently against your clit. 

You almost howl when he tilts his hips towards you, his length dragging through the slick that drips obscenely from your body, and when he catches just slightly against your entrance, you start babbling out desperate pleas of his name. 

“I can’t,” you start, choking slightly as you move your hands to claw at his arm, “please fucking please, I need it so bad.”

You watch as his eyebrows thread together tightly, his resolve slipping as your hips jump to grind against him sloppily. He wants to keep holding back, the enjoyment he gets from seeing you like this is too much for him to explain, but the heat that grows in his own belly becomes almost unbearable. 

You’re still mindlessly mumbling when he finally pushes into you, his hips stuttering and his hands roughly groping your skin as he fills you completely with one thrust. The cry you let out bounces off the walls and around him, and he groans in pain as your nails sink deeper into his skin. 

He doesn’t give you anytime to adjust to the way he’s seated inside you, his actions dwindling not only your patience, but his as well, and before you can catch your breath, he leans forward to push his face against the damp skin of your neck and slams his hips into your roughly. 

You flutter around him wildly, your eyes rolling back as you try to anchor yourself back to reality. You feel your arousal drip and smear across your skin, and the sound of your skin meeting his blares in your ears and pulls a deep growling noise from your chest. 

The sensitivity and heat that licks at your body makes you dizzy, the way his pelvis brushes against your clit with every thrust making and overwhelming pleasure overtake your senses. You feel him lapping at the skin below your jaw, and when his hands smooth down your sides until they wrap around the back of your knees, he pulls your legs further apart until you can feel his knot catching on your entrance with his every move. 

“Need,” you whine in his ears, his teeth nipping at your skin blurring your thoughts and making a shiver roll up your spine, “need it, alpha.”

He hisses your name as you clench around him, his fingers pressing harshly into your skin as he shifts his hips slightly. He pushes more, grinding into you between thrusts, and when his swelling knot finally sinks into you, he swears loudly as if in anger. 

Your orgasm builds too quickly for you to handle or to warn him, your breath coming out in ragged pants as you squirm under his weight. You feel your body sucking him in, trying to keep him deep inside you every time his knot slips out, and as you tilt your head down to sink your teeth into his shoulder, you loudly sob around his flesh. 

Even with him flush against you, you want him closer. Your body begs for him to sink into you completely, and when he bites harshly at your throat, you get your wish. 

Pleasure rushes over you violently as his sharp teeth break your skin, a pained howled flying from your lungs as tears stream down your face. You feel his hips still against you, his knot swelling inside you and locking you together as you feel him start to come along with you, and as your vision blurs, your thighs trying to fight to slam closed around his waist. 

Your moans and whines become quiet whimpers as you shutter against him, his tongue dipping out to lick at the trickles of blood that slip from the shallow cuts he left behind. He lets go of your legs, letting you wrap them around him tightly, and as he slips his arms under your curved back, he pulls you against his chest while you orgasm continues to wrack through your body. 

You sigh softly as he pulls you further up your bed, your head landing on your pillow as you curl around him and shake. The way he stays inside you, shifting as he moves you to lay on your sides, makes your hips tilt and writhe as your body battles the need for relief and more stimulation. 

His voice sounds distant even as he whispers praises into your ear, your mind still fuzzy as he coaxes you to lean your forehead against his chest with his hand pressing at the base of your skull, and as your breathing settles into a more natural pattern, he presses kisses across your temple to your hairline. 

You’re still curled against him after it feels like eons have passed, your hands grabbing at him as he presses his lips against yours. You feel heat start licking at your weak body again, your need becoming more intense as you settle deeper into his chest, but you try to stay relaxed as pets soothingly at your skin. You want him more, to feel every inch of him every second of the day, but as the marks on your throat sting and burn dully, you have to remind your still whirring mind that he’s all yours forever.

#Nct smut #wayv smut #Xiaojun smut #nct blurb #wayv blurb #ask

[sodashopsockhop]

Person A waking up in the middle of the night to find Person B still working. Person A has to drag Person B back to bed.

If you asked many nations who the hardest working among them was, they would say Germany. He was always on time to every meeting, made sure work flowed at a quick and efficient pace, and dotted every i and crossed every t that came across his desk. Yes, if you asked many nations who worked the hardest they would say Germany.

If Germany heard them say so, he would laugh in their faces.

Ludwig, you see, actually knew how to relax. He knew when it was time to put down his paperwork, shut his computer down, and unwind for the night. And he most certainly knew when to call it quits and just go to bed already. He took his work seriously, yes, but he took his rest even more so.

America had no respect for work-life balance.

Ludwig could hear the incessant click-clack of Alfred's keyboard from the bedroom where he was trying to sleep like normal people did at 3 am. But his lover wasn't normal in any sense of the word. "Alfred, for the love of-" Ludwig growled, finally dragging himself out of bed and bursting into the office adjacent to Alfred's bedroom. "YOU WILL TURN OFF THAT COMPUTER THIS INSTANT AND COME TO BED OR YOU WILL GET NO MICKEY MOUSE PANCAKES FOR BREAKFAST!" Ludwig barked at Alfred, who threw his keyboard at him in response as he squeaked and panicked. "What the actual fuck, Lud!?" Alfred spat as the keyboard hit the end of its cord and rebounded back at him. "Liebchen, please." Ludwig groaned. "Its late, come to bed." "Just a few more minutes, babe, I'm almost done here." Alfred sighed, stifling a yawn. If Ludwig could just needle him a bit more, maybe... "The bed is cold without you." Ludwig complained. "And I came all this way, you're being a rude host." The look of discomfort on Alfred's face said it all. Social pressure was always Alfred's weakness, even if he'd never admit it. "If I have to go another five minutes listening to that keyboard, I'll shoot a hole through it." He finished, growling. "Hot." Alfred chuckled, winking at his lover. "You incorrigible little devil." Ludwig snorted affectionately. "Really, Alfred, come to bed. What could possibly be so important that you can't spend time with me?" And there came the sad little puppy dog pout. He'd got the American hook, line, and sinker. "Fine, fine. You convinced me." Alfred sighed over-dramatically. "But if China gets the drop on us, its your fault ok?" "As long as you come to bed, I'll gladly accept those terms." Ludwig said, closing Alfred's laptop despite the older nation's protests and practically dragging him from his chair. "You didn't let me save!" Alfred squawked. "It's not off, Alfred, it's just asleep. Like you should be. Come along." He said, dragging Alfred out of the office with no room for argument. "You're a pushy bitch, you know that?" Alfred huffed, stretching the kinks out of his back from sitting in that chair for hours. "Bed. Now." Ludwig said, pushing Alfred back onto the mattress and catching one of his legs so he could force his sneakers off. "I shouldn't have to undress you for bed like a toddler, you're older than me." "I'm way more fun to undress than a toddler." Alfred said, snickering. The laughter grew to a cackle when Ludwig looked at him like he'd grown a second head. "You say the worst things, I hate it." Ludwig said, hitting him in the face with a pillow. "But you don't hate me~" Alfred sing-songed, making a kissy face at his lover. Ludwig groaned and rolled his eyes, leaning down to peck Alfred's silly fish lips. "No, liebchen. I could never hate you." He said softly. "Now go to sleep, or I really won't make you Mickey Mouse pancakes in the morning." He threatened. "Jeeze, I'm not a child." Alfred said, rolling his eyes back. "That threat's not gonna work. Now give me forehead kisses and snuggle me." He said, wiggling between the covers and looking at Ludwig with the sweetest eyes. Ludwig's heart swelled and he could do nothing but comply.

#hws gerame #hws america #hws hetalia #hws germany #I ship gerame now #deal with it #NATO battle boyfriends