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clanwarrior-tumbly · 8 months

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i love the pumpkin decor from anura and the skulls from silk cradle !! even though its not even close to halloween,,,(its always in my heart lmao) i was thinking about bishops (+narinder and/or labert, if your up for it) platonically with a child! black cat reader (who is kind of like in the spooky month skid and pump mindset LOL, but the town they grew up in, possibly outside the lands of the old faith, is very halloween-centered)

i hope this isnt too specific !!

Don't worry, Halloween's ALWAYS in my heart haha. I love those decorations too! And the ones from the blood moon ritual. Can't wait for that event again

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Heket

With pumpkin patches flourishing in her domain, it only makes sense for her to have celebrations and rituals surrounding the harvest season.

Yet she knows nothing of this "Halloween" you've rambled on about to her followers, nor why you became so excited upon discovering that Anura's environment reflects the autumn season.

That's because the town you're from is centered entirely around the holiday, with you living among ghouls, skeletons, demons, crows, and (of course) other black cats.

To you, every day is Halloween and you're loud and proud about it!

You introduced the idea of jack o'lanterns to Heket when she discovers you carving a pumpkin, sticking a candle inside after you gutted the entire crop, much to her confusion and annoyance.

"You there..why do you waste precious food?" She accuses, but you're completely oblivious to her anger.

"Where I come from, we always carve pumpkins! And we make cool things like this!" You show her your finished product: a Yellow Crown carved onto the face of the pumpkin. "I offer this to you, Lady Heket."

"I see, but...what am I to do with it?"

"You put it outside your home to ward off scary spirits! Like those who wanna wilt the crops!"

She had her doubts about these traditions of yours, but she grows to like this "jack of lantern" and puts it into effect almost immediately.

More followers join in, learning how to carve their own pumpkins and place them outside their homes.

It actually gives the incredibly superstitious and paranoid some comfort that they won't be haunted or plagued by negative spirits/energy.

Heket made a point to allow an overabundance of pumpkin patches during Halloween season so there's enough for both food and carving.

She also discovers people are willing to pay for the best-looking ones, so she allows the elders to run stands by the fields and make some coin.

Ofc, a good chunk of the profits go directly to her.

Shamura

Skull piles and skeletal decorations are commonplace in Silk Cradle, being trophies of wars and intimidating those who dared wander into their domain--grim reminders that it could be their own skull next.

You, however, find them nonthreatening as you've had similar decor back in your little town of Halloween (/ref).

Fake or not, you loved them all the same (plus the cobwebs, even though most are just part of the natural environment) and had to ask Shamura if Halloween was celebrated all year here, too.

Although their brain struggles to recollect things, they have books on holidays and their ancient origins..so they are aware it exists.

But it's not one they ever cared to implement.

Nevertheless, they permit you to decorate your home to your heart's content with whatever skulls and bundles of silk you found--as well as pumpkins shipped from Anura.

They're nicer to you bc you remind them of Narinder back in his youth, fascinated with the spooky and the taboo.

All the giant axe traps and toxic pits scattered throughout Silk Cradle never bothered you, as you've seen them back in the spooky dungeons of your hometown.

Usually the resident bugs would freak out any newcomer shelling in new traditions..but Shamura told them that you, specifically, are not to be harmed under any circumstance and that they allowed this.

You've actually befriended Hauras, sewing them a spidery Halloween cape for them in place of the gray rags they wore.

They wear it with pride to every sermon from there on, not caring who judges.

Kallamar

This bishop's paranoia is a force to be reckoned with.

Even if one hapless follower said the words "red crown" in any context, he'll strike them down for "preaching heresy". He's easily scared of the taboo and misfortune falling into his realm.

So Halloween is definitely the last thing he wants to hear about, especially with its association of black cats (who are in turn associated with bad luck and Narinder).

He keeps trying to shoo you away when you try explaining that's a common myth.

If he sees you using bones and skulls as decorations, he feels sick to his stomach and orders you to take them down.

Those can be used to forge weapons or intimidate potential dissenters! They're not yours to keep!!

Yet you never listen, oblivious to his demands as you try telling him they're harmless.

Would he ever punish you for disobeying with sickness or sacrifice?

No...or at least not at this stage in your life.

That would damage his already-fragile reputation as a leader even further.

But if you grew up into an elder and continued with these "twisted traditions", however, he'd punish you as retribution for the "torment" you've brought upon him.

He just wishes you'd follow his ways and his ways alone.

Fortunately for you, that retribution never comes as he's brought into Lamb's cult during your teen years...with you keeping the Halloween tradition alive and well.

And Kallamar has a more open mind now, although he's still easily spooked by the decor Lamb brings out during the Blood Moon Festival.

The first time he partakes in it, someone pranked him with a fake ear and it traumatized him so bad he cried and hid inside his shelter.

But you comforted him, forgoing the festivities and sharing your candy until he was okay.

You just show him how to carve a jack o'lantern for the remainder of the night, and he's in awe as it glows.

Every year since, Halloween becomes less and less scary for him--and it's all ironically thanks to you.

Leshy

As a young bishop, he's open to ideas for traditions, holidays, etc. for his followers to enjoy.

So when little kitty cat you hailing from a distant land of Halloween propose celebrating it...he's all for it!

The only problem is, well, his sight.

With the Green Crown, he can see the general forms of followers, his siblings, and most structures within Darkwood, but he wouldn't be able to see the tiny details that gave Halloween its magic.

But you explained how you could go for bigger and brighter things. Like jack o'lanterns (made of both pumpkins and turnips) and skulls of giant beasts!

He approves of it and lets you lead in decorating the village nearest to his temple.

Followers initially questioned why they had to listen to a child, of all folks, but they're grateful it's something genuinely fun.

From your town, you've also brought scented candles to really enhance everybody's spooky spirit.

Especially for your Lord Leshy, who finds the smells delightful.

The pumpkin spice ends up becoming his favorite.

You've got him completely fixated on this event.

Plus it's a good opportunity for chaos to reign: with followers pranking one other and scaring each other half to death, dressing up like ghouls and skeletons.

The Bonfire Ritual is one Leshy likes to conduct to boost both his strength and cult morale (he's gotta benefit from all of this somehow too, of course).

Lamb

Not only did Lamb's cult know about Halloween...but they also celebrated it with the Blood Moon Festival.

You fully participated in the ritual every year, rushing outside just in time to see the moon turn blood-red and the sky darken for several days.

The ghosts of deceased followers usually terrified the living, yet you greeted all of them with smiles, waving goodbye as Lamb exorcised them with their book.

Crows, cattle skeletons, and even demons flocked to the cult as well, having been residents of your hometown, too.

And the decorations?????

You were obsessed and jumping for joy, wanting to decorate your little shelter and help everybody else with theirs!

And of course you participated in the many activities going on, including bonfire rituals, apple bobbing, and passing out soul cakes (yep you had a recipe for that from your hometown, too).

One year, Webber showed up and was initially scared since everyone was just staring at them and the spiders scattered around their feet..

But you greeted them warmly, showing them around the cult grounds and what the festival was all about.

Lamb themselves is impressed.

You're only half the age of most of their followers, yet you're active and very responsible (although only if your tasks have anything to do with Halloween).

So as a gift, they bless you with a jack o'lantern necklace. Not only does it light up at night, but its magical properties allowed you to lift up any pumpkin no matter its size with ease!

You vow to carve the biggest jack o'lantern the Old Faith's ever seen.

#clanask #anonymous #cult of the lamb x reader #cotl x reader #bishop heket #bishop shamura #bishop leshy #bishop kallamar #cotl lamb #child reader #cat reader #platonic #headcanons #halloween

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odiesbun · 2 years

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Helloween: TxT ver.

There may be mistakes in the text because my native language is not English. Thank you for your likes!

WARNINGS: fluff, Halloween, costumes, pumpkins, house decorations, etc.

Number of characters in the text: 4096

Yeonjun Yeonjun doesn't really participate too much in the feast, he only comes to eat the food. He has a lot of ideas on how to prepare and present certain dishes, including a lot of food decorations like colored icing, different skewers and the like. "Let's decorate the cupcakes with candles, pour caramel over the fruit and pretend it's blood, and make little wings and shards of dough for the rest of the food? That would look great!" He's actually a very creative person. Will pretend to have absolutely no interest in it, but actually have fun like a little kid and run after you with big, cute eyes. "Wow, look, I found a witch's hat! Do you think it would look better on me or on you? Come on, baby, I'm just kidding, of course it would be yours."

Soobin He really wants your costume to be more sexy, not cute, if you don't mind of course. But there's no way he's going to let you off the hook if you actually agree to wear that costume. He'll nag and balk, but he won't let go. "I said no. Hold on to my hand, I won't let you move even a few feet away! Am I jealous? Yes, maybe." He doesn't seem to be going to much trouble with his costume. I think the most he can do is cut holes in the sheet for his eyes and fit completely into it, arguing that he's dressed up as a ghost. He's just too lazy to do anything, yep. "All the costumes in the store are gone, so I decided to make my own. Ah, uh, I'm a ghost, boo!"

Beomgyu He's the one who is most suited to this holiday. Beomgyu is just made for Halloween, you know? He'll be waiting for you around the corner, and after you barely get on your doorstep, he'll jump out from around the corner and yell a loud "Boo!", laughing mischievously. "Come on, that was really funny! I'm so boo, and you're so AH! Haha, baby girl, I'll be sure to get that moment on camera!" Little tease. But really, I know how to scare him too. Pretend you're busy doing something or going somewhere, and then sharply throw a fake spider or insect at him. The Beomgyu will go crazy. "AAH, IT'S A SPIDER!!! Wait, it's not real… *bows to the spider, you pull the string, the spider jumps up* AAH, NO, HE IS REAL, SAVE ME!!!"

Taehyun Is working VERY hard to get ready for the holiday to make you happy. He will decorate the room himself, make the hors d'oeuvres and prepare you the best appetizers, he is the most golden guy of all. "So while you were gone, I decorated all the rooms in the house, made some snacks for the two of us, and I also made couples costumes for us." HE LOVES STEAMY COSTUMES AND ALL THINGS STEAMY, YOU WON'T CHANGE MY MIND. Another fan of carving pumpkins. He won't really bother with the whole thing, just carve the pumpkin's eyes, mouth and nose and then put a flashlight inside. "I think we should give this pumpkin to the guys because it doesn't look as pretty as the others. Although, if we do that, Soobin can use it as a house for Odie, and I don't want a hedgehog living in my pumpkin… Hmm, no, we'll keep this pumpkin."

Huening Kai Kai is used to always spending this holiday with his family, so if you suggest that he dress up in costumes and walk around town with the guys, he will be very stubborn for a long time and still refuse in the end. "No! My mom, by the way, invited you and me and my sisters to visit, they made lots and lots of goodies! Why don't we go over to her house and meet my parents?" In fact, Kai's favorite part of the holiday is cooking, like Yeonjun. He won't be as creative, but he will treat it with great care and curiosity. You will be assisted by his two sisters, Lea and Bahiyyih. "Ah, girls, WE ARE BURNING ALL THE COOKIES NOW!!! Will someone please help me decorate the pumpkin, I can't handle it!" There's a lot of panic…

#txt reaction #txt #txt reactions #txt imagines #yeonjun #soobin #choi yeonjun #taehyun #taehyung #kang taehyun #tomorrow x together #beomgyu #choi beomgyu #kai #huening txt #hueningkai #txt x reader #reactions #odiesbun

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csamhp · 9 days

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Pelipper Mail - Birthday Gifts for Polaris!!!!

A rather large package arrives. opening it reveals a bunch of gifts.

[The first is a rather large cake in a brown box. It. Looks cursed to say the very least.

The icing is menacingly red and clumpy and written on the top in blue is "Happy birth" with the rest of the word smudged off in travel. On top of the cake are the number candles 36. Pink sprinkles have been put atop it to make it look less menacing. Upon slicing and eating the cake you would find it actually was perfectly cooked and mixed, the decoration had just gone awry.

The first proper present is a landyard with a bunch of hisuian pokemon on it, and some keychains and badges already attached to it.

The second is a thick set of pink gloves with purple accents, and a matching pink gas mask, custom made to fit polaris.

The third is a bunch of Pochacco from Sanrio merch. Including a bracelet, a fluffy hat, and a plushie, along with a bunch of trinkets from a familiar arcade.

The fourth is some books, a book of poems, written in ancient Sinnohian, a childrens book about two cyndaquil going on adventures and a book on enamourus.

The fifth is a bunch of johtoian candy and parischu themed beanie with big blue spikes.

And last, is a bunch of letters]

"Happy birthday!!!

We thought we would all send our stuff together to save on shipping, but I think you can guess who sent what!

Sorry the cakes a disaster, we were going for good but ended up with memeably bad. We couldn't find a 27 candle, so congratulations, you're 36 now! I'll let everyone write their peices now (making them change colours to seperate whose who)

I notice you're always loosing your things, I hope the landyard helped. Sprite helped me decorate it. Please take care of yourself. -Beedrill

Helloo proffesorr!!!! Hope you like the glvoes!! I know you're immune to poison but i think they could still be helpful handling the quilfish at the santurary (they ouch) also im purple because Tari "bagsed" blue smh

-Casey (^._.^)

Happy birthday Proffesor Polaris!! I really like sanrio- idk if you do, but you've always reminded me of Pochacco and, everyone else has matching bracelets for the character I've assigned them so I thought it would be cute idk

Much love Tari xoxo

I thought of you when at a bookstore. I also have something else to show you when you're home. I love you Polaris.

Delta.

Finally !! Happy birthday from your son, who loves you very much. I've been looking at games to play when you get back home, 'n a couple have caught my fancy. 'm sorry. for messing things up. But. 'm. I hope I can be better for you.

You're amazing bubs.

-Sprite Crimson Chroma :>"

i dont...know what to say. i had completely forgotten today was my birthday, but you all remembered. i feel very loved. thank you so much. i'm going to write a separate bit for all of you.

first of all, the cake made me laugh. congrats i am now a decade older. oh my. it tasted wonderful, despite its appearance.

Beedrill: The lanyard is lovely and very cute. I've put my keys on them, and as such will never lose them again. It's a very thoughtful gift. The keychains and pins are very sweet as well.

Casey: The gloves are very nice. I was thinking about buying a pair for myself and you beat me to it, so thank you very much. The pink gas mask is also very cool, and I'm sure it'll do me well when we inevitably introduce the stunky line to the sanctuary haha.

Tari: I remember your sanrio critters. You made Delta Kuromi i think. Pochacco is a very cute little character. I think you picked well for me. I'm wearing the bracelet on my lanyard, as I fear it would snap on my working hands. The plushie and the hat are very very soft and nice. And the arcade trinkets are wonderful, they will go straight on the shelf once im home

Delta: I've never seen nor heard of this book of poems. It's incredible Delta. And the cyndaquil book- I had a very similar one growing up. It's gone now of course but- You act like you aren't good at giving gifts but you are very adept. And the Enamorus book is also wonderful. They will give me wonderful things to read on the plane home. And of course a secret other thing. I shouldn't be surprised haha.

Sprite: Hello, my wonderful, loving son. I miss you so much. The beanie is very cute. There is a pachirisu litter who came into the sanctuary. They are named after stars. One of them is very sweet and a bit too comfortable with people. Will you laugh at me if I come home with her? She comes to my window and she makes me smile. I hope I can play video games with you soon.

And for all of you: I love you all so much, and I miss you dearly. I'm trying to come home as soon as I can, but I barely have the energy to get out of bed, let along push my wheelchair without- him. (Beedrill: I promise Bird is being well taken care of. She still sleeps by me and I read her bedtime stories.) I promise I will come home as soon as I am feeling better. I promise. I love you all so so very much.

Oh. and Skie wanted to attach this video for you.

[A video is attached.]

[Watch it?]

[Skie and Bird are walking in front of the camera, Skie seems excited while Bird seems a bit nervous. Skie is holding....what could be considered a cake, with the candles "36" lit up. Bird gently pushes open a door to what must be Polaris' room. The lights are off, and Skie quickly turns the light switch on.

Polaris grumbles from their bed, and Skie snorts, gently ushering Bird over to go properly wake up Polaris. Bird trots over to the bed, gently and shyly nudging at Polaris to get up. They sit up, rubbing their eyes and murmuring something unintelligible to Bird, who gives them a shy smile, and points to Skie.

(Polaris doesn't look well. Their hair is messy and tangled, and there are obvious tear streaks on their face.)

Skie counts to three, and xe and Bird break out in what seems to be a rendition of Happy Birthday in Ancient Sinnohian. Polaris' eyes go wide as they realize what's happening, and a small smile crosses their face. As the song ends, Skie brings the cake over to Polaris' lap, and Polaris lets Bird blow out the candles for them. Skie turns and gives a big grin and thumbs up to the camera.

The video ends.]

#pkmn irl #pokeblogging #rotomblr #polaris interview week!#polaris answers #thatfailedpokemontrainer #Happy Birthday Polaris

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jadedrrose · 1 year

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Not Just Another Day

Mandatory Levi birthday fic, because I’m very in love with him rn :)

Warnings: none, sfw! Reader can be gender neutral, but they do wear a dress in this.

Christmas had always just had one meaning to you, up until you met your lover. But now it had two meanings, making it even more special in your heart.

Despite his indifference toward both occasions, you always wanted to do something special for Levi. It was a bit difficult to do elaborate things, being in the Scouts and all, but you always managed. This year, you settled on making dinner for the both of you, and taking it up to your quarters to privately eat together.

Luckily for you, Levi didn’t often stop by your shared room during the day. He mostly stayed holed up in his office or doing anything to keep himself busy. So you were able to have a table and chairs dragged up with the help of a few others, and you set out candles to light later.

This was all after your shared quiet moment in the morning. On the other hand, Levi knew the holidays were important to you. He always got you something special, and would try his best to be a little nicer to everyone. You found it rather endearing. But every year, without fail, he’d give you the present right after the two of you woke up. He never even gave you time to get dressed.

This year, you’d given him a “fake” present this morning. You’d given him tea that was more on the expensive side, one he hadn’t had in quite some time.

But tonight, your real gift was a tea cup you had made, with gold and green designs to outline it. And, a matching tea plate of course. You’d honestly struggled for a bit, trying to learn how to make them. But you were rather proud of how it all turned out.

The box which your work was wrapped in sat on the table, which you were now setting up in preparation for dinner. You placed plates and silverware in their correct spots, making sure everything looked neat and orderly. You placed two glasses beside each plate, just for some water. The idea was that Levi would ask why you hadn’t put out tea cups, and you’d then present the gift to him. Once everything looked good, you headed down to the kitchen to grab the food you’d prepared before setting the table. Hopefully someone hadn’t touched it…

To nobody’s surprise, a younger scout, Sasha, was eyeing the food with an odd face… one that was like a suppressed grin, of sorts? But you knew how this girl was. She loved food. And you knew she would most likely be the only person to steal it.

“Sasha, what are you lookin’ at there?” You asked, approaching her with your arms crossed over your chest.

She jumped, snapping her head to look at you. “I… haha, I was just… um, looking… heh.”

“…right,” you replied, suspicion written on your face. “Well, I need to get the food, so, if you could move?”

“It just… looks so yummy,” she said, the grin breaking. She was now drooling.

“If there’s leftovers I’ll bring you some,” you offered.

That seemed to get her off your back. With a small chuckle and roll of your eyes, you picked up the tray of food and headed out.

It seemed everybody was getting ready for the usual Christmas party. A lot of the younger scouts were in the dining hall, helping set up the buffet of food and getting presents for each other all lined up under the already falling apart, sparsely decorated tree. It was too bad you couldn’t afford even a mini Christmas tree for your quarters, you thought.

A few moments later, you had the dinner set up and ready. You just needed to change now. You opened up the wardrobe in your bedroom to find a nicer dress. Nicer than what you could afford, as a Scout.

The top was a pristine white, with some lacing around the neckline and sleeve cuffs. The skirt that went with it had the same lacing, only it was an off-black color. To feel a little fancy, you decided to add the only belt-corset you owned. Another thing that was hard to come by for a good price.

You quickly brushed through your hair and made it look nice, putting on a pair of gold earrings with a matching necklace. You were eyeing yourself in the mirror when you realized you hadn’t changed out of your uniform boots. You could hear soft footsteps coming closer to the room. Panicking, you yanked the boots off and threw them in the closet, quickly pulling out a nice lace up heeled pair, trying to pull the strings up as fast as humanly possible.

You were halfway up the second boot when the door opened. You shot up from your spot leaning against the wall with your foot raised on the vanity stool, leaving the laces dangling, trying to cover it with your skirt.

“What the hell are you doing?” Were the first words he said to you.

“I set up a dinner for us,” you stated, your awkward panicked face changing to a small smile.

“Yeah. But why the hell were you bent over on the wall with your foot up?” Levi kept questioning.

It wasn’t the most embarrassing thing ever, especially considering you were married to him. So why did you feel embarrassed?

“I uh… was putting on my nice boots, but I wanted to look nice when you walked in, so I stopped,” you awkwardly explained yourself.

“Uh-huh,” was all he said as he walked in your direction. You expected him to place a short kiss onto your cheek as he always did, but instead he grabbed your skirt to reveal your untied boot, pulling your leg up so he could finish tying it.

Your face turned red at the gesture. But why? It was so in character of him to do something like that. Maybe it was that you didn’t want to mess up his night?

“There. Now… what the hell is all this?” Levi asked again, nodding his head to the table and food.

“I made us dinner. And I wanted it to be more private this year, so…”

“But why?”

You looked at him funny. “Why? It’s your birthday, did you forget?”

“No. But I’ve told you before I could care less,” he stated. “It’s just another day.”

“But I care,” you argued, “and it’s not ‘just another day’! I wanted to do something especially nice for you. Especially with how the kids tortured you last year.”

You thought back to that. Stupidly, you’d decided that you could save time and just have dinner with everyone at the Christmas party. But then the younger scouts had chased Levi (and you) around all evening with a mistletoe. It made you wonder when they got so bold.

He simply hummed, looking over the table and changing the subject. “The food at least looks better than the shit down there,” he noted.

“I tried my best with what we had in the pantry… hope it at least looks edible,” you shrugged.

“I’d take anything you make over that shit any day.”

You giggled at his comment. “Well, we should go ahead and eat before it gets cold and then turns to shit.”

—

The two of you ate in a comfortable silence, but the dinner portion of tonight didn’t really take that long given the fact neither of you were trying to talk with food in your mouths.

Then, like clockwork, the big question came up.

“Why didn't you make any tea?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

You couldn’t help but to let out a girlish giggle, face warming up again. It was exactly how you envisioned it.

“Well, I have a reason,” you started.

“It better not be a stupid one.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing the gift gently toward him with your fingertips.

Curiously, he opened the box carefully without ripping the paper to shreds.

You didn’t expect him to grin, or get excited, or anything that would be ridiculously unlike him. But he could’ve smirked, at the very least.

“Another tea set?” He asked, looking up at you. His gaze at least seemed softer.

“Mhm. But it’s not just another one,” you smiled. “I made it,” you proudly informed him.

Then Levi’s face changed. You could tell he was trying to hide a smile. It was so endearing and cute that you could cry.

“You… made it?” He repeated your words, eyeing the details along the glass.

“Mhm, I practiced a lot while you were busy. I think I did a pretty good job. But you’re the expert here, right?”

He nodded, not taking his eyes off your gift. “It’s… nice,” he commented. “Thank you.”

You smiled warmly, “you’re welcome. Do you want to go make some tea to put in it?”

He seemed to think about it, before shaking his head no.

“No?” You questioned, looking rather shocked at the answer.

“No. I’d rather not have to go down there where the brats are throwing another lame party,” he explained. “And… I think I’d much rather stay up here with you. Just us.”

“Just us…” you repeated, blushing all over again. “You’re so cute, I love you.”

Then it was his turn to blush, though it was much less noticeable than yours. If anyone else had called him cute, they’d be dead within the minute.

But you just had that special privilege.

He paused for a moment, clearly flustered by your comment. But then he looked up and smiled, a real smile, at you. “I love you too,” he muttered.

You’d say that this year’s celebration was a success, then.

#I POSTED THIS 13 MINUTES TOO LATE FUCK #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman

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themediummultiverseau · 1 year

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Sorry I put the question in the wrong place before. What were the ghosts favorite holiday when they were alive?

(pretty sure you put it in the right place before! dont worry haha)

dream - i never really paid much attention to holidays, but there were some people in the village celebrated something they called "Litha," id see them light bonfires and dance, flowers woven into hair or fur, and i just remembered they looked so pretty and like they were actually having fun, but i dared not join in, not after my brothers death...

Dust - New years, i always saw it as a time to improve myself....make a new start and leave it all behind. Of course, that never happened, im such a failure, i could never improve

Killer - i was never raised very religious, but mum was, so i guess Eid ul-Fitr. We always had great sweets and i remember putting up pretty decorations, it always looked pretty and i just remember it being like, so cool

Horror - Christmas, spending time with my family and cooking a huge meal for them all to enjoy? Right up my alley! I always hosted, pretty much every year, and seeing the joy on my siblings face at the food that was so limited dressed up to be a meal fit for a king... It was just perfect!

Nightmare - I was always fond of All Hallows Eve. Once, i dressed myself up to be seen as a demonic spirit to scare some villagers scream, i can still see the look on their faces all these years later, and i could help those who were kind to me when they came to my door for offerings, of course, i couldnt let them know thats what i was doing. I did always enjoyed apple bobbing too... That always upset mother haha, something about it "disgracing our souls," never cared much myself honestly.

Ink - oh, huh? Holidays? uhhh, i dont know... Oh! Guy Fawks - Bonfire Night! I always made the guy to put on the bonfire, and fireworks are pretty too! Great to paint, and pretty simple haha! (Nightmare looks on in horror)

Error - Bah humbug - (Its christmas; he likes spending time with family, even if he doesnt want to admit it)

Geno - oh, i always liked boxing day, christmas was always so hectic, and the next day you got to just sit around and eat leftovers! I liked halloween too, we always went to the graveyard and lit candles for the graves, i always liked doing that.

Cross - ...Would it be silly to say St. George's Day? I grew up on those stories, and wanted to be like him when i grew up, a strong and noble soldier...

Lust - Valentines..... ( he used to give out wild flowers he picked to people on the streets as gifts, but he never found anyone who'd give one back...now he never will.)

Sans - not a ghost, but i think you can guess... (its april fools)

I really wanted to put a variety of holidays in here, but i myself am pagan and brought up in a mostly christian country, so if i messed up with anything, im sorry, it was not my intention - also, i put a bunch of holidays that are only celebrated over here in the uk, i didnt really think about it, and now there here - this au is mostly based on british history, because thats what im familiar with, and most of my historical knowledge is just from my own head, but theyre not really british, they live in some weird world that doesnt really exist so idk, think what you will haha

ii was not sure what i wanted to draw here, and it ended up being nothing - but theres a change i might add some at a later date)

Thank you for your support decadentroadmakerturtle, it means the world! :)

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footballers as flatmates/roommates headcanon

(imagining them as people with normal jobs + lives btw)

aaron ramsdale - domestic goddess, aggressive style. almost too happy to be cleaning. sets out a fucking cleaning rota for gods sake. drives everyone a bit nuts but whenever you have friends over they always say how nice your house is. has literally the loudest phone calls ever.

kieran tierney - quite content to watch netflix all evening every day of the week. always drinking vodka cokes at pres/party nights. folds his clothes as soon as they’re dry cause he knows his mum would give him a bollocking otherwise. attempts to cook - it sometimes works out. if in doubt, chicken nuggets at least 3 days a week.

michail antonio - house daddy. that man has that kitchen on lockdown. he goes in and comes out with the most insanely good food every single damn time. a complete hoot on nights out. rips the living piss out of everyone but life without him just wouldn’t be right.

ruben dias - quite possibly the most sensible flatmate to live with. amazingly consistent sleep schedule. always asks the group chat ahead of time if he can bring a date over. he is gymming/toning/working out about 23 hours a day mind you. at least he plays his workout music through his headphones.

jarrod bowen - the most reliable housemate ever. bills always paid on time. always down for a late night trip to big tesco. will play playstation with you until 4am. one word answers to anything in the house groupchat - “haha”, “lol”, “yeah”. but, will have the best dmcs with you in the garden when there’s a party.

mason mount - loves it when something breaks cause it means he gets to fix something. cooking skills are hardly world class michelin star restaurant level but he pulls out something every so often that surprises you. always planning what the flat is doing friday and saturday night.

declan rice - believes the antibac wipe can do anything. tells you about all the great discounts he found at wilko today when you get off work. gets waaaay too into the film on flat movie night and cries. hogs the telly whenever there's a golf tournament on. always tries to get a dancefloor going whenever there’s a house party.

martin ødegaard - friendliest face in the house. his room is a marvel of scandi couture. he pretends it's minimalism but it's just ikea's posh range (and that's no bad thing). everyone thinks he's chill cause he likes reading and coffee paraphernalia but he hides a dark secret of playing THE WORST music at houseparties. hugging a cushion/blanket/djungleskog/himself throughout flat movie night.

tammy abraham - interior decor off the scales. the flat is literally glowing with his presence. the throws in the lounge are gorgeous. will defo have the loudest conversation with your flatmates right when you’re just tryna sleep but it’s all worth it. gets the tunes on as soon as he knows everyone is up.

harry kane - definitely in charge of all the bills. whenever he’s on the phone it’s usually because he’s chasing up some utilities company. this man is a provider. he cooks for everyone. wants everyone to be home for tea at the same time so “we can chat and catch up”.

ben chilwell - has the nicest candle collection of anyone in the flat. loves a good houseplant. his dog is the glue that holds the flat together. interior decor choices are questionable but it’s passable. takes his meetings in literally every room whenever he’s working from home.

jadon sancho - panics over any house maintenance or any time he has to set the heating. “nah i can’t get it to work i’ve got no idea” he says to the thermostat. his vibe is always super chill tho, always has his door open and is never in the shower for too long.

kai havertz - if he hasn't already got a house pet, he's strategising how to get one. rarely seen without a hoodie on. definitely rocking the flat's best comfy clothes collection. keeps to himself mainly but at least he doesn't cause any flat drama.

kostas tsimikas - i'm literally not even sure the boy knows how to clean. sleeps in til 2pm and never tells you his plans. will be out of the house for 36 hours and never answers his phone. the greek food he cooks tho? to die for. always ensures there is yoghurt in the fridge.

jack grealish - an unhinged experience. 35 minutes of hair drying everytime he has a shower, which in turn are the longest showers you’ve ever seen someone have. will cook the most astonishingly messy meal and ruin all the pans. secretly quite organised and always gets to work on time.

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magicalara · 1 year

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Mister Santa

Kuroshitcember day 11 is here! I thought this prompt was absolutely adorable and so enjoy reading about Finny’s letter to Santa. Also, I apologize for slacking on the other prompts, I just finished finals week and it was rough to say the least haha.

As always, thank you @eemoo1o-animoo for creating the prompts which you can find here !

Snowing. It was snowing. Outside the manor. Snowing!

Of course, to the other members of the Phantomhive manor, snow wasn’t a new thing. It happened in the winter season and was to be expected each year. However, to a certain young boy, it was a joyous event that he had never been able to see before. Sure, he felt the cold while he was labeled as “Subject 12” but to actually be able to touch the cold substance that fell from the sky? Finnian almost couldn’t believe it to be true.

His excitement increased even more when Sebastian, as his teacher, told him about Christmas when he questioned why shops put out decorations. A day full of presents and joy, there was no way that Finny was to miss out on this.

Taking this as an opportune moment to allow the young boy to practice his writing skills, Sebastian tasked Finny one cold day when working in the garden just wouldn’t have been possible with writing a letter to Saint Nicholas himself. The butler even promised to hand-deliver it if the boy did well enough. After knowing that Finny would be occupied for long enough, Sebastian let him write his letter, opting to do some housework in the meantime.

~.~.~.~.

Later that night, Sebastian went back to the room he had left Finnian in to complete his letter and was surprised to see the boy sound asleep, letter in hand. It would appear that the boy waited for the butler to come back to see his handy work of a messily sealed red envelope with what Sebastian assumed to be the letter to the fantastical Santa Claus inside.

Heaving a sigh, Sebastian walked over to the boy and pocketed the envelope for later before lifting the boy into his arms and placing him in his bed. He walked out of the room, ensuring to blow out the candle with a full plan of discarding the letter and pretending as if an elf had taken it to the North Pole and just waiting for the boy to forget about the whole thing.

Before he could toss the envelope into the fire, though, Sebastian noticed a drawing that included crude images of what he could only assume to be himself, the young master, and Finnian together around a christmas tree. Letting curiosity get the better of him, Sebastian decided to open the letter to see just what the boy who had never even seen snow could have possibly written to jolly ol’ Saint Nick.

Dear Santa

Hello! My name is Finnian and I live with the young master and Sebastian. They treat me very well. Sebastian told me that if I write to you I can get a gift! The gift is not for me. If you are to bring a gift, please bring it to the young master instead. His name is Ciel and he is around my age too. He saved me from the bad people and I want him to feel as happy as I do when I go outside. The young master is very kind so please give him something really nice. He gave me my hat though I don’t really use it right now because the snow won’t let me outside. Maybe you can get him a hat too. That would be nice.

You could even get something for Sebastian too! He helped the young master save me and I’m very greatfull for him too. I don’t know much about Sebastian but maybe a hat will be good for him too. I’m sure he’d like that.

I hope you are well Mister Santa. Happy Christmas!

Finnian <3

#anything that's wrong with the letter was on purpose btw #i didn't really know how to make it seem like finny wrote it so i just didn't use as many commas and misspelled grateful #maybe it worked idk #kuroshitsuji #black butler #kuroshitcember #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #o!ciel phantomhive #o!ciel #finnian #kuroshitsuji finny #black butler finny #black butler sebastian #kuroshitsuji sebastian

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ink-fireplace-coffee · 2 years

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Hi Carmen!! I'm going to shoot some similar questions back at you, cause they were a lot of fun to answer!

What is Halloween like in the DaVille house? Who dresses up? Who hates it? Who thinks it's stupid but gets dragged into the mess anyways? What would some of the characters dress as?

Since you said Crawford is a bit of a prankster, does he ever set up pranks or traps around Halloween? Does the hoes help? Can it decorate itself for holidays? (I just love the mansion, and I wanna know all about it. <3)

~Morri🗡️ (@memento-morri-writes)

ohohohoho Halloween in Clay River Manor is a Thing(tm)

So Isobel, Ivy and Gwen hate Halloween. They think it's a kid's festivity that portraits magic in the wrong way and that it should not be celebrated blah blah... Basically they are killjoys😒

But Crawford is the Heir and the cousins surprisingly agreed to fight their mothers/aunts and decorate everything and dress up

So, Florian, Spence, Max and Royce are always up for dressing up. The triplets do group costumes (their highlight was going as the Rowdyruff Boys (the male version of the Powerpuff Girls cause they match the colors of them), Pokémon trainers and when they were little Max would dress up as Frankenstein, Royce as Dracula and Spence as a spirit or a ghost), and Florian gets more creative, using the things he finds on the attic of the house to use as costumes (and he pulls it off reaally well)

Florian also persuades Gabrielle into dressing up with him and last Halloween they went as Wednesday and Cosimo Addams. Both groups go trick or treating downtown to Duskshore but have to be in the house before midnight.

Isaac does not particullary love nor hates Halloween, although he loves to learn about the story of the tradition and how it evolved into what it is today. Since he is dating Sol, they both dress up as a couple costume and volunteer at the library or the school to supervise the student's party.

Isadora gets invitied to all the popular parties and you bet she goes. She is popular in Duskshore, not only because of her name or power, or because she is pretty but because she makes everyone feel special. She likes dressing up but doesn't put much effort on her costumes, almost always using clothes she already has to make them. Some of her most popular costumes have been Kim Possible, Corpse Bride, Bloom from Winx and Draculaura from Monster High.

I think Carwford and Elaine are the ones who have more fun of the whole lot. Of course there's always gonna be the challenge of going up to Clay River Manor and idk taking a picture, or knocking on the door or something. And, the thing is that the house is not haunted, so nothing bad would happen...But they make it happen. Every single Halloween Elaine and Crawford become partner in crime/rivals, and they turn the little forest that surrounds the manor as well as the trail that goes up to it into a Haunted House, scaring as many children as they can. At the end of the night they compare results over a bowl of candy on the sofa.

Clay River Manor used to help until Isadora herself got scared and she stormed into the House yelling because she had fake blood all over her. Since then, the house is only allowed to do the usual stuff: open and close doors, make floors creak, blow out candles and make lights flicker... Spooky stuff that won't give a heart attack to anyone (at the end of the day, Clay loves everyone in there and wouldn't like to hurt them). It does decorate itself but not with banners or pumpkin torches, that is all Da Ville work; but somehow the house gets that...old mansion that doesn't look abandoned but you think is definitely haunted vibe (Clay just puts a bit of dust here and there on its front and maybe lets loose some roof tiles for the aesthetic haha)

Another adition to Clay was a set of speakers that Crawford asked Isaac for, and from last Halloween on it also plays some Halloween music (My Girlfriend is a Witch, the Addams Family theme song, This is Halloween.... you know the drill)

#no bc this was so much FUN #and yes I'm also obsessed with Clay River Manor <3 i love it so much #morri friend🗡️#wip:¿tls?#wip:itbt?

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[SEA-Teaching] 2017.01.21 City Tour

We’ve got the news that by Saturday in the first week, we will be taken on do City Tour and we were very excited about it. We heard quite a lot about the places in Cebu and when we asked for a spoiler about where we will be going, Cassey told us we might go to some place in the mountain and the Temple of Leah. When I and Dea (excitingly) search on Google what is this Temple of Leah place, we are amazed and become more excited. Known also as Temple of Love, the place is amazingly beautiful (in Google) so we were really looking forward to going there.

Only later, we didn’t go there, too bad.

There was a landslide in the mountain and they closed the access to Temple of Leah. So. Sad. But well, there is always a reason to comeback and we will still go to do the City Tour. Around 11PM, dressed in our casual clothes we went to the first floor to meet Dr. Rita. She didn’t go with us, neither do Cassey and Jasmine but we were accompanied by other students from the teaching department. Meet with the coolest squad consist of Budz, a big guy who loves Korean drama and know most of the great place in Cebu, Therese, a girl with bright smile who happened to live near a beach, Rika, a nice girl who explains a lot of the Cebu history and Marion, a gentleman majoring in English. Together with the tour guide, we were off to go around the city.

We were given the schedule of our tour and yeah, sadly, Temple of Leah is not there (still can’t move on lol). Dea and I look at each other and whine over the fact that we can’t go there. The guide gave us snacks while we were on the road. The weather was sunny that day and in fact it was too bright. Own, who was sick the day before was as red as a crab. But this kind of weather was nothing compared to Pontianak, my hometown, though.

Our first stop is Basilica del Santo Nino. One thing that piqued my interest since the first time I came to Cebu is the Holy Child figure which I know as Santo Nino later. You can find Santo Nino statues almost in every corner of Cebu. From what the students explain to us, the Basilica was founded in 1565 and is the oldest Roman Catholic Church in the country. When we arrived, we were greeted by people who sold souvenirs. Key chains, shirts, you name it. They sold key chains for 100PHP/5 key chain which is kind of expensive, because later I found a far cheaper souvenir store, haha. Anyway, we proceed to the Magellan cross first. Magellan Cross is in a chapel next to the Basilica Minore del Santo Nino. It was a big cross, and I really loved the painting on the ceiling above the cross. There are a lot of candles surrounding the cross for praying purposes. Once we took some photos there, we went inside the Basilica.

When we crossed the gate, a big field greeted us along with the decoration hanging above us. Must be from the Sinulog festival which takes place the week before. We can see a lot of people gather together, praying, seeking bless from the Santo Nino. We proceed to go inside the church and the interior is amazing. It feels like I was in a European country.

There is a statue of I ‘LOVE’ CEBU in front of Basilica del Santo Nino, right in front of one of the biggest souvenirs shop in Cebu, Island Souvenirs. So, after we strike some pose we are off to go to the next destination.

The rest of the place I have visited is a bit of a blur, but we took a lot of photos there.

Then, after stopping in one or two places, we stopped by a rather small place. It was a house with rather traditional style but it’s pretty neat. It’s only the three of us the exchange students plus the tour guide who were coming to the place. At first I thought it was a restaurant since in the other part of the house there is a place resembles café but it turned out to be a museum! Casa Gorardo museum is the name of the house. We went inside, waiting for the guide to come. Few minutes later, a cheerful looking woman came into the room and introduce herself as the guide of the museum. She took us around, explaining about the history of Cebu first then took us to the Casa Gorordo. Casa Gorordo is actually the house of the first bishop in Cebu. Casa means house in Spanish and Gorordo is the name of the family who lives in it before. The house is a mix of traditional Filipino house and European house. What’s amazing from the house is it was made from blocks of solid coral and the window sill was made from shells.

We went around the house. Everything is taken care inside the house and still in the great condition.

We are a bit too excited taking photo around the house so we should really catch up with the schedule. Traffic in Cebu is pretty tight so we only have one more place to go before going home. It was already 4PM at that time so we rushed to go to the last destination. We were going to the Mactan Shrine where there is a statue of Lapu-Lapu. He was a king once in Cebu.

Before we going back, there is a small food stall outside the Mactan Shrine who sell Tempura, a food made out of fish. I had sore-throat that day but Dea tried. Later, she becomes a fan of Tempura.

Around 7PM we were going back to the school again. It was fun traveling around the city and getting to know the history behind them.

#SEA-Teaching #Travel #Philippines

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gremlintiny · 5 months

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A simple(n't) birthday

~ Everything here is just a work fiction. Every person, place, institution, event and etc. is not a representation of any of the real ones. Written purely for entertainment. ~

Genre: fluff, with bugging ateez members

Warnings: none

Word count: ~2200

A late birthday fanfiction for our Captain, as Christmas draws closer. It will be filled with a little bit of... madness, I might say. Have fun~

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Another day started in the life of ATEEZ, with gloomy and rainy weather - again. It seemed like they haven’t felt the soothing touch of warm sunlight for ages. Which was unfortunately true. The whole world was strict with its nature, not allowing anybody to feel happiness from a sparkle of a random water droplet in the morning or re-noticing the many colours that are there in their daily lives, although it’s difficult to be always aware of them.

The base was full of joy, though. They decorated the rooms one by one with unique, very unique designs as most of the ornaments were made by them. Did the more talented ones do the majority of it? Definitely not. But everybody tried while having fun and brain damage as well to finish the program in time.

The reason behind this squirmy anthill was their captain’s birthday. ‘After all, it only comes once a year, haha!’ said Wooyoung a few days ago, only to receive seven pairs of eyes’ judging gaze in return. It was true, naturally, but the loud male always repeated this same joke every time a special day came.

When he tried to get a different kind of reaction, he ended up getting shushed by Seonghwa and a very menacing looking pile of clothes in his hands. Truth to be told, most members were frightened as well, even if the threat wasn’t directed to them. At least everybody was quick with their parts of this important job. First and foremost, all of these freed souls wanted to scintillate with their performance and gifts because they adored the man who had to accept the suffocating weight on his shoulder. And he also wanted to fulfil this duty, Hongjoong felt like it was his mission and the reason why he had to be born into this world. The others were determined to help him reach his goal, which became theirs immediately or slowly as time passed.

“Whoever made Christmas trees in November” started off Seonghwa deadly but silently, since he didn’t want to wake up the leader either “I will shove a real one into your ass on the 25th of December.”

Two heads already went pale as a laboratory coat. It only meant that the lioness found his targets a little bit too easily, maybe. Was it their recklessness by being high on this hype train, or was it just a lovely yet dumb joke? Or more likely, an attempt for it?

“Hyung, we just wanted to add some more colours to this event, and Yeosang discovered an old magazine with Christmas specials so we thought it would be fun.” Explained San with pouting lips. He used his trump card he likes so much.

Wooyoung nodded along right away, almost falling off the small ladder he was standing on to put up a bunch of luftballons. “Yeah, exactly! There was even a title which said ‘You can not start preparing for the holidays too early! Come and buy our brand’s top products to really add some spice to that smile! Thunder Whiskey - To become Thor for a moment.’ and we were completely stunned by it!” He probably recited every word perfectly with his dialect filled voice. It was strangely always understandable, despite the fact he was literally disgracing almost each of the phrases with the pronunciation.

The sudden flood of information worked out in their favour as the oldest just threw two snowball imitations at them before going back to setting up the table. The hand-made cake was already on the counter, simple candles ready to be lit and the rare liquor on set. Him, Yunho and Wooyoung worked hard on the dessert. Jongho wanted to take part as well, but he was assigned with the obtainment of the alcohol and the others were simply not allowed to go near for the cake’s safety. Only Mika, when it was time to make the cream and to decorate it because he always had something interesting in his mind. Although not all ideas were… well, acceptable.

After bugging and arguing for around an hour, a well known alarm was heard. Hongjoong’s clock was shrieking to wake the captain earlier than any of the others expected. The last pieces were hurriedly tossed into near their right places as they panicked and got ready in no time to be in formation, as Mingi worded it.

As planned, Mika knocked on Hongjoong’s door, asking him if he could come out. Yet, nobody anticipated that the male would tell the younger one to come into his chamber. The victim looked baffled as he answered in a seemingly careless way ‘yeah sure, what is up?’ while opening the door. The remaining ones were left outside, blinking and with question marks over their heads. Worst thing, they couldn’t eavesdrop on them because of the thick door.

Hongjoong was sitting in his bed, his hair still tangled and curly which clearly showed the other man how long the leader had been up. Mika fought the urge to ruffle his hair as he stopped in front of the black haired male, with a questioning expression on his face.

“I would like to ask a favour from you.” He started off, after munching away the last pieces of his probably fading away or already forgotten dream. Mika only lifted his left eyebrow to this short yet kind of weird sentence. What is he planning?

“Look,” Hongjoong continued. “I think I will be assassinated with pranks and surprises over and over again until fucking midnight and you are the most… well, not normal but… the least dramatic out there? This is why I want you to be my bodyguard for this day - please?”

Mika’s brain was almost sure that the person on the bed said ‘pretty please’ based on the look on his face. Those sweet, demanding puppy eyes. But he had to reject this random free gift opportunity since he had messed up the bunker with the members that morning, although Hongjoong didn’t know about it - yet.

“You should flatter me properly if you want me to accept this job” Mika told him. “At least, next time, for sure, because I have already failed your request, sir. Now, if you would brush your shaggy curls to stop Meduse from reviving and come out with me.” Despite the kind tone and the title ‘sir’, even a dull mind could have told that the blue-eyed man used much sarcasm in his voice. So much that even he wasn’t aware of it.

Poor captain took some last peaceful breaths, sighed at Mika with a dying expression and his little bit pouty lips and stepped outside the door. Where a whole whirl of confetti awaited him, thrown by the flabbergasted people out of pure panic and instinct. And a gesturing, scarily staring pair of light eyes behind the jumpscared man.

Hongjoong didn’t even have the time to spit every piece of paper out of his mouth as the others were already pulling him to the kitchen with ear-killing chirping. It looked like a kidnap from the outside, Mika was pretty sure about it. Or like a show-down of a lynch.

The building was thriving with all these reckless noises and voices the whole day. The celebrated one was right, this madness lasted until the next, 24 hours long time period began ticking. There was even a countdown where Hongjoong was under a pile of men - because of a challenge seen in an old funny article - even including the ‘least dramatic’ one and Hongjoong was only freed when the clock hit 00:00.

“See, I told you it was a good idea to make two cakes! One, for us to push his head into it and one to actually eat it. Haha, and he believed that we would spare his life this time, ah, his face was priceless. Ah.” Wooyoung was holding his stomach with an amused, slightly painful countenance on the couch, more like crawling than sitting properly in one place.

“You were right this time, and I will truly never ever forget the expression he made. Even a cat couldn’t do better.” Seonghwa agreed with him while slowly sliding down from the sofa.

“I’m glad we could take some pictures in the middle of this insanity… They turned out quite well, actually. We will print them out later with Jongho. “ Yeosang quietly murmured this to us with his sleepy, low voice.

“Make sure to send all of them to me as well, I will make a compilation soon out of the best ones~” Yunho said lazily, but the end of the speech turned into a laughter when he noticed a stupored shorter male looking at him from a lower head position. It was meant to be frightening but after he had to suffer through us hugging him, yeeting his face into a cake, us dragging him as a voodoo doll, eight people literally toying with him and etcetera, nobody could take it seriously.

San giggled silently next to the dying Wooyoung on the couch with closed eyes. He looked so drunk even though the amount of alcohol was limited and Hongjoong got most of it to be able to handle us that day. The fine man was just probably out of the zoomie time and had to change into energy saving mode.

“Don’t forget to copy every picture several times or some people might destroy the evidence.” This wise advice came from the steadily sitting Jongho who looked the most content out of them. But his longer blinks and sort of baggy eyes said it all, he went crazier than usual as well.

“Ohoh, we can’t let that happen, now can we?” A smile came from the dazzling oldest one although it was rather creepy. He had a mysterious power that awakened primary instincts in people’s hearts when he wanted them to.

“Ya, Yunho-ya, can you make it into a video? I will write a rap for it-” Mingi had come up with the idea in that instant, then began performing a free-style in the middle of the room. Mika wondered with half-closed eyelids how did he still have so much energy left. A second later, he realised that the tall male will K.O. himself in less than 10 minutes, no matter where he was. It's fine.

“Tidying. Now. Sleep.” Ordered the tortured leader with a raspy voice, from the ground. He stayed there, face lying on the carpet, limbs as powerful as a blue bird in a cage after getting drugged. Mika scoffed, then maybe purposefully failed to hide his laugh with an obviously not real cough while looking at the cat on the floor.

“Bodyguard.” This word was meant to sound as powerful as the previous one, but the small difference in Hongjoong’s voice and the uncovered hope in his irises gave him away. The laughing bursted out of the ‘bodyguard’, he went to scrape him together anyway.

Captain Joong was only walking next to Mika until they reached the dark corridor, where he got stuck in one place. The guardian was confused at first, but as the few centimetres shorter person faked a pretty dramatic concussion, his violent giggles returned and he picked up the silently demanding one onto his back.

Not like it was unusual but the leader’s pride already suffered much from this whole ordeal so he didn’t want to reveal how exhausted he was in front of the crew. Mika delightedly put Hongjoong down onto his nicely made blankets that will be ruined by his dirty clothes in a minute. But who would want to queue for a shower after a rough, eventful day?

“Ah, if only birthdays could last for two days so the others would clean up, wash my clothes, let me take a long, long bath and give me headache-less hours…” His eyelids were intact by then.

“...and a massage, a goodnight kiss on your forehead and-” Even though Hongjoong looked like the sleeping beauty, he tickled Mika’s side to shut him up. Poor man was overly ticklish.

“Ahahah, okay, okay, but if you ask us to do it for you, we might as well just make it happen since we respect you.” The lying one glanced at the sitting man through a thin crack tiredly. “I mean, in general. Sometimes we just have to disrespect you to show our utmost respect.”

Loud laughter was heard in the main room because Hongjoong took his sweet revenge with tickling. The sudden noise startled the ones working there, to at least not leave a literal garbage dump after them, but they exchanged some smug smiles while finishing the job, already thinking about jokes the next day. In the meantime, the remaining two people collapsed in the leader’s room to sleep. A shorter one in the bed and a slightly taller figure on a mattress that was accidentally left there by a certain person in the morning as he heard his members ganging up in front of his door.

- H

#ateez #ateez fanfic #hongjoong #seonghwa #yeosang #jongho #san #mingi #wooyoung #yunho #mikaela and his bizarre adventures with ateez #mika usually fights to be able to fall asleep #but there at that time he just went puff #ateez theory #they actually let hongjoong live tomorrow #z

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wroteclassicaly · 2 years

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You couldn't sleep? Because I don't think I ever saw you post this late, well, early... Since this is the early hours of the morning rather than late night hours.

And I feel like I'm always using my disabilities as an excuse. I'm not that type of person. But I am always feeling like I have to explain why I act or react some way. Like not many people know that many autistic people have sensory habits, tics or sensory reaction to certain things. I do not know if that makes sense, or maybe it does make sense. So having migraines.. Having migraines is bound to happen a lot. If I really am honest, I'm not sure if my irregular temperature, like body temperatures, is even considered part of a sensory issue with me or not. I don't know. Because I've had this condition, if you can call it a condition - for lack of a different word, my whole life. And most of my migraines are actually from being overheated a lot of the time. That is not always the main reason but is definitely one of the reasons. At least for me.

Half of the time, I never know if my entire half of the conversation make sense any sense. I don't know.

And for the foods and drinks. I have tried coffee just a few times, but I never like liked coffee. But anyone who knows me can't complain I haven't tried it, only because that is the biggest complaint I always hear.

I would really have to say that I prefer hot chocolate and tea over coffee and lattes. Definitely add lots of whipped cream to your hot chocolate, crush up any peppermint candy and shave chocolate candy onto the whipped cream. And if you like cinnamon, really add powdered cinnamon to the whipped cream and also stir the ingredients with cinnamon sticks. And I would say drink that in a giant cup like one of those giants cups that you can basically eat food out of.

I know, I know. I was repeating myself again.

Now I am hungry and thirsty, and now I have to find food eat and drink to drink. Talking about food does make me hungry. So that didn't help me either.

But I do know everyone is obsessed with pumpkins, because pumpkins products are everywhere. Like if the products aren't food and drinks then there are a lot of the beauty products, fashion and decorations with pumpkin. People really seem to love pumpkins though. I don't mind the smell of pumpkins, at least the scent of pumpkins. In candles, perfumes, soaps and lotions. So maybe the articial fragrance then?

And I'm not trying to hype you up with "Eventually, I'll reveal myself." I'm not mysterious. At least I don't think I am. But if and when I do actually reveal, then we can really start for the beginning - if you wanted to. With proper introductions and conversation.

- 💋

Ahhhhh! Well, I am up really early for work during the weekdays, I just don’t post much! But I’m not feeling so good today :(

Ohhhh, I see! ❤️

Yessss, I am hungry too! I want sweets and whatnot, lol.

I definitely think you’re right about the artificial fragrances! Real pumpkins aren’t as nice smelling, haha.

Aww, that sounds nice, hon! ❤️

#asks #💋 anon

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the warmth of winter || one

Summary: You’re home for the holidays after landing your dream job. When your dad’s old army friend stops by for the month, he makes waves immediately. Your little vacation is disrupted... for better or for worse? Nobody has to know.

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x (F) Reader

Based on the Song: ‘Illicit Affairs’ by Taylor Swift

Mini-Series (1/6)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY; strong language; suggestive language; creepy/clingy coworker; age difference kink (Reader is 25, Bucky is 39)

Word Count: 5,600+

Author’s Note: This is the only chapter without sexual content. This work is explicitly 18+ ONLY.

“Ooof.”

The suitcase snaps back and hits you harshly against an ankle. You take it slow, hoping it won’t swell too bad, and suck in a deep breath to lift it onto the first front porch step. There’s a handbag hanging from your left forearm, smacking against your stomach, and it takes another full minute of struggle for you to finally give up.

“Dad!”

Heavy footsteps sound, and soon enough your dad stumbles through the front door to grab the suitcase from your hand.

“I told you I would do the heavy lifting, Bumblebee,” he says with a slight grumble.

“You’re getting old and I am young, elastic. At least I tried.”

Your dad huffs a laugh and drags the heavy suitcase through the door, opting to leave it near the living room couch for now. Your childhood room was located upstairs and he would definitely need a small breather before lugging it up there too.

“Humor your old man. It’s built into us men! Lift things, cook outdoors…”

“Ha, ha.”

“It’s true! But hey, I’m happy to do it.”

He looks healthier, shining like the day you turned eighteen, the day you graduated university, the day you revealed you had gotten your dream job. His grays have multiplied but he still has his youth; obviously, considering he’s boasting about being your muscle. You haven’t been home since the beginning of the year, living the life in sunny New York City (haha, sunny), so it really is a big deal.

He’s decorated the house like you guys do every year — Christmas tree and stockings, a menorah, and only six red and green candles for Kwanzaa since the seventh went missing during the holiday season of 2013. Your dad has so many friends from around the world who drop by this season — most as surprise, some planned. He usually has to run to the store and buy ingredients for certain dishes, and he would always obtain even more miscellaneous decorations. He’s a people pleaser and it worries you when that applies to other things. You hope no one ever takes advantage of it.

“So, is Sam coming down this time?”

He shakes his head, “Nah, he’s enjoying Louisiana.”

“What about Bruce?”

“Some project of his got greenlit.”

“Natasha?”

“Undercover right now.”

You quirk an eyebrow, “How do you know that?”

“When the text reads ‘undelivered’, you just know.”

So it seems it’ll be a rather quiet holiday season this time around. A few of the neighbors, Wanda and Pietro, and maybe some newbies. “What about—?”

“I’ll just save you the time and tell you who is coming.”

“Okay, shoot.”

“The neighbors are all coming—”

“Ugggggh.”

“Shut it, you.”

You practically cackle and dodge the rogue pillow he snaps your way. There’s a plate of freshly cut fruit on the kitchen counter, so you maneuver yourself expertly around him to devour it.

“And my old army pal, James. It’s his first Christmas alone. Thought he could spend it here.”

Your dad had so many friends but James doesn’t sound familiar. You wrack your brain: okay, there’s Steve, the Captain, who never really visited but always said he would soon, so you only ever saw him when dad visited him instead; there’s James Rhodes, but your dad only calls him Rhodey, so it can’t be that James; and there’s Bucky, the guy your dad rarely mentions because of guilt — the guy who saved his life in an unexpected firefight.

“He staying with us?”

“Yeah,” he sighs low. “It’s the first time I’m seeing him since…”

So it is Bucky. Must be a nickname.

“You gonna be okay with him here?”

Your dad steals the fruit from your fork and battles you for it. You two giggle for a small while until he ultimately wins.

“Of course. I think after talking it through, we’ll be good.”

You don’t dig deeper. If your dad thinks James will be comfortable here and that he’ll find it relaxing, then it’s good enough for you. After all, the more the merrier.

“So, when’s he arriving?”

Your dad steals the fruit off your fork again and pops it into his mouth. “Tonight.”

Your room is relatively untouched. Every so often your dad enters to grab a certain blanket or to use the old desktop computer that whirs randomly in the middle of the night. The bed is made, the closet is organized, and there’s a random pair of running shoes you had simply thrown across the room last time you were here in January. Your dad even vacuumed around them.

The water pressure in your apartment is better than the one here, but you don’t complain. It gets the job done. You unpack the essentials and place them on the bathroom counter. You try to arrange everything the same way you do back at your apartment — makes this short month feel more like being home than on vacation.

And you’re grateful your new job and your new boss are awesome. Three weeks off mandatory leave for any holiday you ask for, paid, as long as you turn everything in by the deadlines. Editing books just seemed like the right career path — you’d charge people in high school and college to review their essays. Just seemed right. And you’re working at one of the biggest publishing companies in New York City and blessed with a boss that realized her workers were human.

Seriously, everything is perfect.

Your phone dings with an incoming message. Okay, almost perfect.

‘Hope you’re doing well. Can’t wait to see you again! - Brock’

The groan that leaves your throat literally scratches it. You went on one date with the guy — ONE DATE — and you even ended it with a gentle, ‘I had a nice time. I’m just not looking to be in a committed relationship right now’. Didn’t work, though. Brock Rumlow is like a mosquito: you feel him invading your personal space, he turns up when you’re least expecting him, he’s drawn to you, and he just doesn’t die.

Okay.

Okay, a little harsh. You mean ‘go away’ rather than ‘die’, but for the sake of dramatics, you’ll ignore that.

He’s not insanely bad. He has good ideas and functions well in group settings and everyone seems to like him when he’s having one of his normal days. Everyone just knows to avoid him when he has a deadline coming up. But he always seems to seek you out when he’s stressed and because of that, you’ve seen the side everyone actively avoids.

Anal-retentive. Obsessed. Clingy. And hopelessly oblivious to your attempts at getting him to leave you alone romantically.

Your fingers hover over the screen as you think of what to say. You can always ignore it. But then he’d call. And you would kill yourself.

‘Doing good. Happy holidays!’

There. Simple. You hope.

You’re busying yourself unpacking when your dad makes this excited sound downstairs. He’s literally cheering and there’s a distinctive noise of hands clapping on backs and polite laughs. You blow a raspberry and sigh. Time to meet new people.

“Bumblebee, get down here!”

“Coming!” you answer, throwing on a knit cardigan before jogging down the stairs. Truthfully, you’re expecting someone close to your dad’s age, maybe older, and you’re prepared for the ‘wounded warrior’ talk your dad was discussing earlier. Except, you’re blindsided by what appears at the doorway.

James is around your dad’s age, maybe the slightest bit younger, with curly dark brown hair and crinkles around his blue eyes. He’s not what you expect — but you weren’t expecting to find Sam or the Captain hot as hell either as you got older. James is perhaps the most beautiful man you have ever seen. Radiating warm greetings and holiday spirit, if his ugly Christmas sweater is any indication. Even with that monstrosity he’s wearing, he’s gorgeous. And your dad seems to love it, and Bucky’s chuckling at him, and you realize he knows your dad truly. He wore it for him.

It takes a full glance to finally see it: James has two arms. You’re confused for only a moment, before you snap out of your thoughts and decide to ask your dad later. James laughs at one of your dad’s jokes and looks up toward the staircase to finally see you.

He flashes a kind smile, one that could topple countries and swoon opposing parties: it’s killer, absolutely devastating.

“Uh, hi. Nice to meet you.”

James looks you up and down rather purposefully that it makes you quickly glance at your dad. But he’s too entranced by the hanging snowmen on James’s sweater so he misses it. You clear your throat and smile back, trying to ignore that growing tickling feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Here’s the thing about James: For as long as he can remember, with every hook-up or flirty purpose, James has never once, never intended to, or accidentally wanted the attention of people’s daughters. Okay, scratch that. He’s an idiot. Everyone is someone’s son or daughter, but he has never thought that the daughter of one of his friends was attractive. Well, okay, no. Scratch that again. He’s considerate and not a complete asshole, so he recognizes beauty when he sees it. But thinking the daughter was hot? That’s never happened. Until now. And James is about three seconds away from slapping himself upside the head.

“Nice to meet you, too.”

Damn, even his voice is devastatingly beautiful. It’s deep enough that it’s not too rumbly, not too monotone. He sounds like even his laugh can turn water into wine.

“Help me with his bags, Bumblebee! C’mon!” If you didn’t know the major fact that James saved your dad’s life and is the sole reason you even have a father, you would believe your dad was genuinely, over the top giddy to see him again.

But you do know the facts and even though your dad is truly happy to see a longtime friend, he’s obviously overcompensating. This is a chance for him and James to talk things through, to air out the awkwardness that James apparently lost a literal limb and thus allowed your dad to come back home. I’ll give him a day to stop laughing at everything James says, you think.

You rush to help with the suitcases, even though James is shooing you away as you try to grab them. Still, you reach for them again because deep down you’re ultimately a good host.

“Damn, what do you have in this one? Rocks?”

“Bumblebee,” your dad scolds.

James laughs and shakes his head, trading you one of the smaller bags for the heavy one. “Just my other pair of boots and some books. It’s almost winter after all! Can’t beat the snow and snuggling up near the fireplace with a good book.”

Books. Just your type of man.

“And you had to bring twelve?” You wear a bright smile that lets both men know you’re only teasing. James hauls the heavy suitcases into the living room and nods as your dad points out the guest room he’ll be occupying.

“Don’t hate, sweetheart. It’s still not enough.”

There it is: the air restricted inside your lungs unexpectedly, pressure building in the temples as your face begs to smile wide in reaction. You’re worried once again that your dad is going to say something about the nickname, like he’ll scold James for calling his only daughter something even he doesn’t call you. But he’s already getting the midnight snack kit ready just in case James even mentions food.

This man is affecting you in ways no man has affected you in a long time — at least, not since college. Not even Rumlow made you feel butterflies or sweet embarrassment on the first and only date. James walks like he owns the room, is quiet like he’s already spoken a thousand words, and as gorgeous as the sun setting in the west. You have the unbelievable urge to make this man some hot chocolate and ask him about his day.

Granted, the goosebumps erupting tell of another thing you’d like to do to this man but that’s out of the question.

“James is staying until after New Years so he’ll need to go shopping sometime this week for… hey, what do you even eat?”

James laughs. “Same thing you do. Except I changed to oat milk.”

“Oh, me too!” you say a little too loudly, inwardly cringing by how high your pitch is. But James just grins and extends his arms like he’s about to match your pitch.

“Better than almond, right?”

He’s got this way about him that’s so surreal, so different. He seems like the type of person who is easy to talk to — someone who listens and reads between the lines. You want to speak with him more, share a beer and get to know him regardless of the maturity levels, and it’s then that you realize that James — with little to no effort — has you wrapped around his finger.

“Blah blah blah, next thing you two will be crucifying me for still drinking milk from a cow,” your dad says, mumbling. You roll your eyes at him and try your hardest to get a grip. This man is your dad’s friend. And he’s several years older than you — a good fifteen at least — and if the feeling you’re getting is anything to go by, it just seems way too taboo.

“I’ll take you shopping tomorrow, alright? In the morning, since we’re celebrating Hanukkah with my friend Wanda later at night.” James picks up his discarded suitcases effortlessly and nods in agreement to your schedule.

“Hey, I know it’s early but I’m working overtime tonight so I’ve gotta head to bed now,” your dad says to James, then claps him on the back and leads him to the downstairs guest room.

“Nice meeting ya, Bumblebee,” James teases, his voice low.

You cringe. “Don’t call me that.”

He likes this already. The teasing, the joking, the carefree nature you and the rest of the household already have. He was worried this vacation would be too uptight, too knitted, too strung that the slightest mishap would open the seams and spill the contents on the floor. Because James was ready to pass on this invitation. He hadn’t seen his friend in almost fifteen years, and the last encounter involved an awkward lunch and James choking on his tortilla chip before the entrees came out. Ever since then, it’s been greeting cards and the occasional email. This invitation stewed in his brain for two weeks before he accepted it — one phone call and an hour of packing later, James bought a plane ticket and saved it in his Apple wallet. Even Steve encouraged him to go, and apologized about not being able to make the same trip down. Besides, James’s sister decided to spend this holiday season in Italy with her fiance. So he was truly, embarrassingly, family-free. Not that he doesn’t consider Steve family, but it’s different visiting Steve’s mom and acting like he belongs.

James watches from outside the door frame as your dad sets up the room. “Okay, what do you wanna be called?”

“Uh, my name?”

James chuckles and rolls his shoulders. He looks you up and down again, breathes in slowly and finally graces you with another kind smile. “I don’t think I can do that, doll.”

Your chest constricts with a feeling like that of a heavy-loaded semi knocking you out of your shoes and three lanes over. Because the slip of his tongue and the roll of his syllables, perfectly calculated, has made you involuntarily shiver.

And when you shiver because of what a man has said — well, you’re in too deep to disregard the innocent, sweet crush that evolves into a raging, carnal desire to have this man on you, underneath you, and utterly yours.

He speaks like it’s a challenge: he wants you to deny the new nickname. Choose another one. Perhaps insist he call you by your birth name. But instead you smile back and try your hardest not to show anything but innocent politeness.

“That’s fine.” You desperately try to ignore the subtle way his eyebrows raise in surprise. “Nice meeting you, James.”

“Bucky.”

You turn on the staircase and look back over your shoulder. “Hmm?”

“Bucky. My name is Bucky.”

“Okay,” you stage-whisper. “Bucky.”

He grins, lip curling up higher on the right side. He speaks low: a sweet confirmation. “Doll.”

“Hello?” Your little greeting comes out like a sing-song, the bell over the door providing the music. The shop looks empty despite the hundreds of flowers filling it up and Wanda’s instrumental playlist plays on the speakers. “Anyone here? I want to buy some flowers!”

On cue, a head pops out from the back office, already scoffing. “Last time you bought a fuckin’ flower it was an apology to your dad for gettin’ caught taggin’ the abandoned building down the street.”

Clint comes out lugging dozens of roses by the box, shirtless and sweaty. He’s already got this fucking smirk on his face that tells you he’s joking; he even laughs loudly after calling you out.

“Maybe if you were nicer I’d buy some more.” You remove your gloves and heavy jacket, placing them on one of the couches near the violets. “And if I ever do, I’d buy them directly from Wanda.”

He adjusts his hearing aid for a short moment. “Last time the sale was mine,” Clint praises and sets the box on the front counter. He begins sorting through and laying individual roses in their own plastic baggy. “Lookin’ for Wanda?”

“Yeah, she around? Wanted to know what else I should order for tomorrow.”

“Eh, she says Pietro has all the food covered. You just provide the roof.”

Clint runs the shop with pure chaos. He’s done the same routine long enough that he doesn’t prick his fingers anymore on thorns, or end up breaking the new fancy vases Pietro has specially made and ordered. Clint’s come a long way since the Maximoff parents gave him this job, and after they died he seemed to level-up. Now he runs the shop chaotically but efficiently whenever Wanda’s not around; the only thing he loses throughout the weekdays is his shirt.

Last week it was his pants, but.

You take a seat near the counter to watch Clint work. “Ha, ha.” Clint’s a little older than you and Wanda, give or take a few years, so you figure he might know more people from around here than you do. “Hey, you know anyone by the name James Barnes?”

“James Barnes? I know the last name. By any chance, does the dude go by ‘Bucky’?”

“Yup! That one.” You pick out a rose from the box carefully, mindful of the thorns. It smells fresh.

Clint makes a happy noise and runs his palm over his face. He has this wistful look, like he’s remembering something. Your mouth parts as you think of the next thing to say but nothing comes out. Clint’s still in his little happy place and you awkwardly look around the store. Finally, he continues. “Good guy. Excellent bartender. Good fighter. Someone you want on your side.”

“He sounds important.”

“He’s only a few years older than me. Not by much but we still kinda grew up together. Helped me get this gig back when Wanda’s parents were running the place.”

“No shit?”

“Shit,” Clint confirms. He smiles then looks at you weirdly. “Why?”

You sigh, fiddling with your thumbs. You try your best not to let your cheeks heat up. “Dad invited him over this December. He’s in my guest room.”

“No shit!” Clint fumbles putting the rose he was holding into the plastic baggy, then runs around the shop looking for his shirt. “Why didn’t you say so sooner? He hasn’t visited in years!”

“Hey, woah!” You laugh and find his shirt first, holding it behind your back as he tries to reach for it. “Dad’s working overtime and he’s sleeping. Can’t let you and your big fat mouth go in there when everyone knows you’re loud as all hell!”

“Depriving me?” Clint dramatically gasps. He pounces for the shirt but misses as you maneuver around him. “That’s mean, Bumblebee.”

You roll your eyes at the nickname every person in this town has seemed to adopt from your dad. “This guy made a name for himself huh?”

“Promise me I get to say hi tomorrow.”

You squint at him, “Clint, I’m not depriving you of anything. The dude is probably getting ready for bed after driving all day.”

“You get that little melting feelin’ in the pit of your stomach when you meet him?”

It’s quiet on your part — you struggle to form a sentence. Clint’s just goes back to casually walking around the store, easily falling back into routine, waiting for an answer. But from the way he’s smirking, he seems to already know it. He laughs loudly, “Happens to everyone! Swore up and down I was in love with him for a good two weeks before I realized I was in love with the free beers he gave me at eighteen.”

“I didn’t get that sinking feeling—”

“Melting,” Clint sounds out. “Melting. He gives off this special vibe. Straight up, everyone in town loves him. He better hide good before all the middle-aged, divorced housewives come knockin’.”

You’ve got your eyebrows furrowed and a funny grin. Clint’s making it sound like you’ve got a literal celebrity in your house. “Melting.”

Clint smirks, finally snatches the t-shirt from your hand, and throws it over his head. “You’ll see for yourself soon enough. He’s close with all your dad’s friends, man. How did you not know about him?”

James… Bucky… grew up here. Your dad didn’t. Your dad moved here for the cheap prices, liked the atmosphere, and stayed. So, you grew up here. And it was just pure coincidence that your dad and Bucky ended up fighting in the same unit.

You shrug. “Dad never really mentioned him. And when he does, he says ‘James’.”

Clint hums in understanding. “Weird, though. Bucky helped Sam repair the family boat a few years back. Got the thing up and runnin’ again perfectly. Helped Steve with a VA campaign back in Brooklyn a few months ago. Hell, he’s bailed Nat out of jail more times than she can count on her perfectly polished hands.”

“I’ve been away for a year. How do I not know any of this?”

Clint looks at you like he can’t believe it either. “Guess he’s not popular with people from your age group. Bucky stopped giving underage kids drinks a little after he returned from the Army, so.”

Clint was already a year graduated when you were barely a freshman. You spent your young childhood helping Captain Rogers during the ‘protest seasons’, painting signs and baking cookies for the newly returned vets, and marching down the streets of Washington DC. You spent some summers down by the docks with Sam and Sarah, learning how to fish and fix the boat’s engine a thousand times over. So the first and true time you really got to know Clint was during your last year of high school when you became friends with his niece Kate.

Kate played Bottom during the fall production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, loud and boisterous and definitely not an actress, while you played the mildly crazed and horny Helena. But instead of making nice with the girl who played Hermia, you fell for the girl who got her head stuck in the ass’s mask and had to wear it throughout the entirety of the cast party. And you were hooked around Clint’s finger when you brought her home, stumbling over every porch step, until you two finally toppled through the front door. Clint took one hard, long look at you both, bit into his donut, and asked, “Where’s Kate?”

He’s been one of your closest friends since.

You groan softly, “I’m going to the bar. I’ll tell Kate you said hi.”

Clint chuckles, “You do that. I’ll tell Wanda you stopped by.”

He clips the ends of roses long after you walk out of the shop.

The bar looks the same as the last time you visited. The regulars are on the barstools, the same 80s posters of random rock bands are plastered over the walls, and the floor is the same shiny but creaky wood. The only differences are the new flat screen gracing the patrons with Thursday Night football and the Christmas decorations. Plus, there’s a cute little tree in the corner and you know for certain that Kate’s the one who decorated it.

“Now, why didn’t I get the arrival text?”

Kate’s voice is cheery and refreshing. She looks just the same as when you left earlier this January, give or take a few natural differences. Her hair is longer, still jet-black, and she’s taken to winged eyeliner rather than her usual line. It makes her eyes look more sultry, more attentive, and she’s adopted lipgloss instead of lipstick. It’s a decision you don’t agree with as you hate the feeling of loose strands of hair from god knows where getting caught in the gloss. She smacks around the small towel she was just using to clean a glass and starts cheering as you take a seat at the bar.

“I haven’t even had time to sit down. Get me a drink, will ya?”

She sticks her tongue out but does as told. Clint got her this gig after sweet talking Fury for a whole month. She bartends Monday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights; they’re the best times of the week and you have no idea how Clint swung that.

“Drinkin’ to forget a fella?” Kate smiles, leaning against the counter while blinking her eyelashes. She grabs you a beer after you roll your eyes.

“Drinkin’ to try and get to know one,” you answer, and pop open the bottle. You take a long sip and flush from Kate’s excited gaze. It’s obvious she’s waiting for you to continue. “I think I have a crush on my new housemate. And everyone who I’ve mentioned his name to has gushed like a middle schooler.”

“Ooo, do I know him?” Kate asks quickly, but backtracks. “Wait, house...mate?”

You nod, shyly. “Dad’s friend. Dude who saved his life and almost died trying. Bucky Barnes.”

Kate pauses like her ears must have heard wrong, eyes wide, then her mouth drops as she releases the loudest gasp-scream you’ve ever heard. You should have assumed her reaction would be one of shock but you didn’t really want the angry stares from a few customers who are trying to watch the game.

“THE Bucky Barnes?”

You smile as her voice raises an octave. “Yeah, apparently. Know him?”

Kate laughs again then points at one of the framed photographs behind her. There, a grainy photo that looks like it was taken on a flip phone depicts Fury, who looks only a few years younger, the famous T’Challa who you’ve heard has made it big in California with his and his sister’s big tech company, and Bucky… skinnier, tanner, and sporting one of the brightest smiles ever.

“What was he, like sixteen?” you ask, shocked, and jump over the counter to inspect the photo closer.

Kate snorts and giggles madly. “Believe it or not, but he was twenty-six.”

Your eyes widen in amusement and Kate matches your silly smile. You look closer, and that’s when you see it: Bucky’s left arm is a beautiful, metal, shiny black with intricate gold designs. He holds up some sort of certificate but because of the poor quality you can’t make out what it says.

Kate continues, “Bucky Barnes looked like a twink until his early thirties. Saw him for ten minutes a few years ago. Hot damn.”

You can’t help but laugh. It’s ridiculous, but Kate is spitting truth: Bucky Barnes, since the second you first saw him this afternoon, is hot damn.

“Gonna tap that?”

“Who says that anymore?” you tease, shoving her shoulder playfully. She shoo’s you back over the counter.

“I’m serious. You didn’t grow up with the guy. This is the first time you’ve met him, I assume?”

“It’s like I’m the only person in town who hasn’t.”

“Makes sense. He moved to Brooklyn when we were kids. Came back one time when you were down in Louisiana with Sam. Has a pollen allergy so he never went into Wanda’s shop. Came back last year for a week but you were working and I was at a conference.”

“So, I’ve literally missed him.”

“Each time,” Kate confirms. “You know, I fully support this affair—”

“Stop talking.” You roll your eyes and take a larger gulp of your beer. The thought of getting it on with the Bucky Barnes is getting even more and more risque. You and Kate speak a while longer, catching up on discussions about work, friends, family, pets, the works. She’s a little busy so she can only make mild small talk, but coming home and not visiting her that very day? Not possible.

She only brings up Bucky again when you’re about to leave. She gives her approval, then goes back to working. But only for a moment because she pours two shots, passes one to you, and exclaims, “To DILFS!”

To your surprise, about half the bar repeats the dirty chant back. “He got kids?”

“No,” Kate laughs, and shoots back the shot. “Not that this town knows of. And we know a lot.”

God, you’ve missed her. So loud and energetic and isn’t afraid to tussle with her fists or words. Your friends back in New York are more reserved, work-oriented — and sure, that’s great and all but they don’t give you that feeling of childhood wonder the same way your friends down here do. It’s your first year working at that company, and you’ve got to put the time and effort in. Once you get a better footing, you can start scheduling more vacation days.

You don’t know what you were expecting from asking about Bucky around town. Guess you were hoping for some bad stories that would quickly extinguish any flame that previously ignited by just hearing him speak. You wanted a reason to avoid him or adopt him as yet another father figure, but now that’s near to impossible. ‘DILF’ really does fit him and it would take a fucking firing squad to get that image out of your mind.

Bucky has planted his hyped influence in your house, in the room right beneath yours, in the back of your mind — and you find that you don’t hate it one bit.

“You’re up late.”

The silky voice startles you and you do a little jump in your chair. You run your palm over your entire face and chuckle back at him. “It’s gonna take me a few more days to get used to not working until midnight.”

Bucky nods in understanding. He goes to the fridge to pull out a water bottle and unscrews the cap. “You his only kid? I remember him saying he had a three-year old at home way back in the desert.”

That makes you gush. The thought of your dad, freshly eighteen and living the most horrible part of his life, telling his whole squad about the three-year old he was trying to create a better life for… it makes you a little emotional. You’re used to the attention: hell, whenever your dad was working, Sam, Steve, and Bruce would reenact Three Men and a Baby at the local grocery store to get dates. “Yeah. Had me at fifteen; kept me around even after my mom ditched. He joined the army for the benefits and money. Left me with his sister while he was fighting.”

“Fifteen… So what, that makes you…?” Bucky looks to be doing the math behind his eyes and a tiny smirk starts forming on his very pink lips.

“Twenty-five. Yup.” You clear your throat and move the spoon in your tea. The lights from the Christmas tree are on and twinkling and seven of the eight candles of the menorah are lit. Bucky takes the time to marvel at the light too. “You forty as well, or?”

“Just about. Thirty-nine.” Bucky looks back to you and blushes. He rubs the back of his neck with his metal hand. It seems to have had a few minor upgrades since the photo at the bar was taken. It’s the same size as his flesh one and its movement is fluid: thirteen years of experience (if he got it a twenty-six), you guess.

“Hmm.” You really wish you had turned the television on or something. It’s too quiet and all that can be heard is your breathing. Your dad left for work an hour ago.

Your little hum has Bucky’s mind whirring. What is that supposed to mean? It’s stupid to overthink it, but he wants to know. Was it a little hum to simply acknowledge his age? Was it a brush-off? Or was it acknowledgement with a sprinkle of interest? Bucky’s a lot of things and being an underthinker isn’t one of them.

It’s already slightly awkward, so you decide to do it now. Rip the band-aid off. You have to say it. “Look, I don’t know how to say this. Or if I should even bring it up… but I’d like to thank you for saving his life.”

“You don’t have to do that—”

“No, seriously. I wouldn’t have had a dad growing up. I mean, I have a lot of father figures. But like…”

He smiles, but takes another sip of water to somehow hide it. “I know what you mean.”

The gesture makes your stomach churn. “Okay… good. I won’t mention it again.”

Bucky’s dressed in a tight, black t-shirt and those cliche red checkered pajama pants. His hair looks recently washed and the ends are curling in all directions. Bucky’s also got subtle bags under his eyes: he must have napped while you were out. He doesn’t look thirty-nine. Granted, you’re used to your dad going gray early from the stress at work. Bucky doesn’t have gray on his head, not that you can see from where you’re sitting. He does seem to have some grays in his beard. You want to stand and look closer, out of curiosity, and to maybe see just how blue his eyes really are.

“So, uh, what are you?” Bucky says with an awkward smile, twirling his index finger in the air.

“Huh?”

He then points to the Christmas tree, to the Menorah, to the ‘Happy Holidays’ pillow cases. “You Christian? Jewish? Undecided?”

“Oh!” You cover your mouth as a giant smile threatens to break through. “During this time, um, Dad and I have a lot of friends who visit. Sometimes on different days so we figured for the entire month of December, it should feel like everyone’s welcome. It’s quite funny because we aren’t, like, anything specific. All the colors are nice, though.”

“I think that’s very welcoming.”

He must be blushing as hard as you are right now. His cheeks are pinker than when you started this conversation. “You?”

Bucky shrugs, “Father was Catholic. Mom was Jewish. Guess that’s why I like your little set-up so much.”

You chuckle, then it falls silent again. But it’s not some awkward silence this time: it’s charged with tiny smiles and little shuffles of the feet. That odd feeling starts in the middle of your chest, travels down through each individual rib, and settles nicely in the pit of your stomach. It’s not really butterflies, it’s more like — melting.

You suck in a deep breath and stand to pour your remaining tea down the sink. “I’m sorry if I’m a little awkward. I’m usually very talkative with dad’s friends.”

He shrugs again. “No worries. I basically ambushed you on my way to get water.”

It’s an exaggeration but you know Bucky says it because he must be feeling it too. When goosebumps erupt on your arms, you can’t really expect the conversation to be labeled as innocent. You quickly change the subject. “Well, hey, I usually go running with my friend Wanda in the mornings but I’ll be back before nine to take you shopping.”

“Oh, great!”

You bring your hand up to chew on your index nail for a few seconds. The action makes Bucky’s gaze immediately drop to your lips. Quickly, you say, “Goodnight, Bucky.” You slowly walk past him and to the stairs.

He snaps himself from his daze fast. “Night, doll.”

“You calling me that makes me feel like some 1940s princess,” you teasingly complain, turning on your heel to look back at him.

That’s exactly why he says it. He’s always been interested in period pieces, old music, even movies based during those years. It’s such a delicate nickname, one assigned to people who truly fit the bill, and Bucky, ever since the moment he saw you hop the final stair and bounce into the room, thought you were an absolute doll.

Bucky bites his lip and screws the water bottle shut. “Took one look at ya and that’s the name that came to mind.”

Rolling your eyes, you take tiny backward steps until you reach the staircase railing. “Each time you say it, it sounds like you’re trying to pick me up.”

“Mm.”

The air you try to breathe stops in the middle of your throat. You’re not sure your lungs even tasted it. His tiny hum of acknowledgement is so subtle, so innocent, that it’s not innocent at all. You shouldn’t say it — hell, you shouldn’t even be thinking it — but you want him to elaborate on that hum, to explain with great detail just why he didn’t bother denying it.

“Yeah… Anyway… Night.”

Bucky smirks as he watches you walk away. He only feels a little guilty for enjoying the view.

xxMoni

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diavolosthots · 3 years

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I have 38 minutes before valentines is officially over for me so here are the brothers

Warning: slight NSFW

THE BROTHERS and valentine’s day

Lucifer:

Although he thinks the day is ridiculous because why is there just one day to worship the most important person in his life? He still goes all out. Now, he won’t be as extreme as Diavolo, but do expect a very nice package in your room with a very (expensive) elegant dress/suit that will match his outfit perfectly. Of course, you’ll be going out to Ristorante Six or any human restaurant he deemed extravagant enough. Upon arrival, he’ll be sure to top off your outfit with the matching jewelry and a bottle of the best wine you’ll have ever tasted. Lucifer is nothing short of class and he’ll be sure to treat you like royalty the whole evening. Don’t even think about lifting a finger, because he has it all covered. To top it off, of course, he leads you into his candle lit room, rose petals covering the floor, and champagne at your disposal, although he’s hoping for the more adult activities before you open the bottle to celebrate.

“I refuse to celebrate Valentine’s without making you mine, first.”

Mammon:

Ah shit, that was today? Lol he’s going to pretend that he forgot and he’s so good at it that you’ll believe it up until the very end. Before you even have the chance to wallow in self pity inside your room while angry tears are streaming down your face, he’ll show up in his best suit and a deep blush on his cheeks. He won’t be taking you out, no. Instead, he prepared a nice meal himself, after begging Barbatos to teach him how. Is it the best? Eh, Barbatos still makes it better, but it comes from the heart. He wants it to come from the heart. What’s the point of Valentine’s if you’re not the one spoiling your significant other? Don’t worry, he has other, after dinner things planned as well.

“I ain’t tryna get too sappy… but I love ya, MC.”

Leviathan:

Oh he dreaded this day so much. He’s not romantic or talented in anything particular. Hell, he can barely remember to kiss you back on most days! But he knew he needed to do something for you. Going out was out of the question, so he decorated his room a bit. He put up some Valentine decorations, blew up some balloons, and made some heart-shaped cookies that he decorated extra well. One of them has your guys’ initials on it with heart shaped sprinkles around. He’s both proud and embarrassed of that one. The main gift, though, is a scrap book he put together of all you guys’ adventures together as of now. Pictures, quotes, inside jokes… they’re all saved in this book. Other than that, he really just hopes to take an easy day with you. Maybe some romantic anime and some much needed cuddling.

“You’re my Ruri-chan, MC.”

Satan:

Satan is a little old school, but he’s also playful. First, he has a scavenger hunt planned out for you. Follow the notes, solve the riddles, and at the end you’ll find an outfit just for you. Sleek and nice, but not over the top expensive or too elegant. He still wants you to be comfy. Inside the outfit, he’ll ask you to come back to his room where he’ll have a romantic candle lit dinner set up with your favorite foods and soft music playing in the background; you’ll notice that these are your favorite songs. After you sit down, he’ll put a necklace around your neck; heart shaped with your guys’ names engraved. He made it himself with some magic so it truly is one of a kind. The night can go however you want it to, although he does have some lingerie/more revealing outfits he’d like for you to try…

“Happy Valentine’s Day, kitten. Let’s enjoy the evening, just us two.”

Asmodeus:

The minute you wake up, Asmo makes it all about you. First, he’ll take you to a spa day. Full body massages, facials, manicure and pedicure, and of course, a nice hair-do that will come in handy later. Well, not really. It’ll probably be trashed later haha. Of course, he’s sure to take you shopping as well to pick your outfit. A tight suit? A flowy dress? Definitely some thigh highs for your later activities! Don’t think this night will end in just cuddling. He’ll take you out for dinner, although he made sure to prepare the dessert himself, which you will be able to eat either off of him or he off of you. What do you say?

“You’re blushing, MC…. is this embarrassing for you?”

Beelzebub:

Like Levi, he actually dreaded this day. He’s confused on what to do. Isn’t he supposed to show his love, like, always, every day? He opts for the bouquet of roses and a nice dinner at Ristorante Six. Of course, he ordered their whole menu but he’s actually waiting for you to take everything you want before he ever thinks about digging in. Then, he’d love to dance with you, at which point he apologizes for being unprepared, but really, could you hate this guy for it? He still managed to get you a nice, silver infinity bracelet that will look beautifully on your wrist, although he feels like you deserve so much more. You are a god/dess after all. How you want this night to end is up to you, but just so you know, he does have chocolate sauce and strawberries ready in his room for you.

“I’m still hungry, but it’s a different kind…”

Belphegor:

He’ll prank you. Not badly, just… he’ll sleep through most of the day, or so you think. What he’s really doing is setting up the attic with fairy lights and rose petals. He’ll get a TV just so you can watch romantic movies together. The pillows will be fluffed and a pile of blankets will be ready for you to hide in, or build a blanket fort with, that’s up to you. Before all that, though, he’ll spill his true feelings for you under the stars, dragging you out onto the roof through the window and making sure you’re nice and secure in his arms, where you belong. It may not be extravagant, or even what you wanted, but he hopes you find comfort in his efforts anyway. Take out?

“You shine brighter than any of these stars… I love you.”

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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Royal Treatment ~ KSJ [M] [Request]

WORD COUNT:3.5K

PAIRING: Prince!Jin x Princess!Reader

GENRE: Smut do not read if you’re under 18, sweet and soft, soft and sensual, virginity taking, first time together, missionary, hand-holding, candles, cunnilingus, fingering.

A/N: I set this in the older era because I find it a lot more fun to do things that way haha, also yes I used Asgard as a kingdom name because why not. I hope you enjoy this sweetie

Fairytales were always something you read about in books but tonight was your personal fairytale. A huge royal wedding and you were the center of attention along with your new husband Jin of course. The two of you had been said to be married since you were children. Growing up alongside one another as the years went on, learning together and becoming great and close friends.

Prince Jin of Asgard and Princess Y/n of Zenith. It had been written about from the moment you were born that you were to marry one another and in the truth of it all...Neither of you minded one bit. Jin and you got along great with one another since you'd spent most of your life with him.

The only other people you knew were the people that worked in your palace in Zenith and all of them were much older than you.

"Cat got your tongue?" Jin whispered in your ear making you pull away from your daydream.

"Only the most handsome man in the Kingdom," You teased as he shook his head at you,

"Worldwide Handsome," He teased back at you bending down to leave a small and sweet kiss on your lips. Gasps and claps sounding from around you as you pulled away. The kingdom lived to see that their future rulers were happy together and many people adored you both.

The kindest royal family they had come to know over the years. You were always out in the streets trying to help with what you could as well as working yourself. You helped run a nursery that was in the local village.

"I'll never get used to that," You whispered as you looked over your shoulder at some of the guests inside of the castle.

Your wedding was one of the biggest events in your Royal family history. It signified the unity of two Royal families coming together which meant it had to be a huge party with most of the royal family and villages welcomed into the building. The royal helpers hadn't been best pleased to learn that almost all of the village would be welcomed into the palace gates but it was fun. A huge party no one would ever be able to forget and most of the food would be given to the villages to take back with them. You saw no reason to waste the food and you would rather someone else have food than for it to go into the bins.

"Me neither...Do you want to get out of here for a little while?" He questioned as he took your hand in his gently. Looking at you as you nodding your head hoping that he would take you to go and change out of your wedding dress.

As much as you adored the huge ball gown it was a little difficult to move, breathe...eat or do pretty much anything in. Your mother and father had wanted nothing but the best for you and had created a huge white ball gown specifically tailored for you. Twelve layers of silky fabric, a large petticoat to help the dress look larger and a tightly fitted corset to make your waist appear slimmer. Your favourite part about the dress was the way it looked when you moved, it appeared as though you were floating around the dance floor whenever you danced with Jin.

"We'll get caught," You whispered to Jin as he pulled you out into the royal gardens. Everything was decorated perfectly, white roses were everywhere with small candles lighting up every aspect of the gardens all the way to the gazebo at the end.

"We pretend to go to the gazebo and we make a run for it through the library window," He smirked at you as he bowed to some of the guards that were passing you. You couldn't help but get excited at the thought of all of this.

It was as though you were kids once again, sneaking around the palace to avoid the parties you would be forced to go to as kids. The both of you would sneak around whenever your parents would force you into going to boring parties together. Spending most of the parties in your secret hideout in the gardens. But that had been found two years ago but one of the new guards so it was out of the question.

"Where are we going to go?" You laughed as he pulled your back against a wall. Both of you staying as silent as possible as two armoured guards walked by not noticing you thanks to their helmets.

"They would be useless if we were going to steal the crown jewels," You whispered as Jin climbed through the library window, luckily for you both it was only on the bottom floor. Jin chuckled as he looked at you and then to the window, it was going to be a struggle getting the dress through the window without it ripping.

"Answer the question, where are we going to hide out?" You whined as you attempted to get through the window, pushing yourself through while Jin pulled you by your arms.

"I have a nice hiding spot," He groaned as he continued to pull. Suddenly a pulling a little too hard as you both slipped onto the floor. Chest to chest as you stared at one another, giggling.

"At least I got through," You whispered as you looked at him, lips almost touching with how close you were to one another.

"That dress was a mistake," Jin chuckled as he reached his hand up to your face, rubbing his thumb along your cheek and smiling brightly at you.

"You loved it on the dance floor," You reminded him as he pressed another kiss to your lips.

The kiss was unlike any other you had shared with one another before. This one had more passion behind it, more love. You were alone and he could be who he wanted with you without worrying about a royal aide telling him PDA wasn't allowed. Or that he shouldn't kiss you like that in a room full of people. This time there was heat behind the kiss, compassion and love spilling out from his lips as you kissed him back.

Lips moving in sync with one another as you laid on his chest, feeling his heart pounding against his ribs.

The rattling door handle made you break apart, racing to get up from the floor as Jin dragged you over to one of the bookcases.

"Jin, I love you but this is one of your worst hiding spots-" You couldn't speak much more as Jin placed his hand over your mouth and reached behind you to pull on one of the books. A shaking happening before you both began turning on the spot, the library disappearing as you both rotated into a hidden room.

"Whoa," You whispered as you stared around at everything inside, there were lit torches along the walls so you could see around you.

"How many hiding spots do you have?" You gasped looking at Jin as he took your hand in his and began to walk you down a short hallway until you reached a room.

"Not many, there's this one and another up on the top floor, below the watchtower." You laughed softly as you both walked into the room to find a double bed surrounded by bookcases.

"And what, my prince, do you expect us to do in here?" You asked as you jumped onto the bed, relaxing against the silk sheets as he watched you and chuckled.

"For starters-" Jin cut himself up and began opening one of the wardrobes that were tucked into the room. Revealing a white silk nightgown, perfect for you and you smiled.

"Oh thank the lords," You breathed out as you rushed to get up from the bed, almost tripping over the fabric of your gown.

"A little hard to breathe?" He asked as you rushed to his side, turning your back on him and asking him to undo the corset.

"Very," You whispered as his hands began to carefully unlace the corset of your gown but they weren't budging.

"What did they do? It's so tight," He complained as he continued to try and battle the knots that were keeping you inside of the gown.

"Use your dagger," You whimpered at him as you stared over your shoulder at him. Not caring how you got out of the corset just so long as you got out of it. It wasn't as if you could wear the dress again, it was only your wedding gown.

"Here," Pulling his dagger out from its sheath he cut the corset strings finally freeing you as you let out a huge breath of relief.

"Thank you," You whispered, clutching onto the dress as not to expose yourself completely to Jin. Not yet at least.

Tonight was supposed to be your special night, sleeping in the same bed together for the first time and there were many expectations to come from it. Baring children were one of the many things expected from you but you were nervous.

"I'll let you change," He whispered turning away from you and going to wait outside of the room. Not wanting to make you uncomfortable by watching you change into a nightgown for the night.

When he arrived back you were nervously sitting in the bed, silk sheets pooling around your waist as you played with them.

"You look nervous," He spoke as he began to take off his breeches to reveal some underwear and then he pulled off his blazer and shirt. Your eyes lingered for a few seconds on his perfectly toned body before you looked away.

"This is the first time we'll be in the same bed," You reminded him as he carefully got into the bed beside you. Taking your hand in his and raising it to his lips to kiss,

"Nothing is expected to come from this," He whispered reassuringly. Jin would never want to do something you didn't want, no matter what the Royal family insisted happened that night. It was only to consummate the marriage, no one wanted a married to end so quickly and easy but you and Jin were happy together.

"That's a lie," You whispered as you looked at him, turning to face him with your legs crossed under the sheets.

"Okay, then nothing is expected by me to come from this...We're just going to sleep." Your shoulders relaxed a little, it wasn't as though you didn't want to be together with Jin but it was intimidating being your first time with anyone.

"I want to...If you want to, too." You looked at him as he began to blush, his cheeks turning red as he looked at you.

"I do." Inching yourself closer to him you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, your skin prickling as soon as he placed his hands on your hips. Pulling your body closer to his so that you were practically sitting on his lap.

"Tell me to stop...I-If I do something you don't like." He whispered to you a little shakily, it wasn't his first time and you knew that. Jin had been an adventurous young adult when he went away on Kingdom tours.

"I'll take care of you...Give you the royal treatment...," He whispered before carefully laying your down on the bed and kissing you sensually. Nothing felt rushed or forced and he kissed down your neck tenderly. Biting and nipping at your skin as you squeezed your legs together. The all too familiar feeling of pooling between your legs coming to you. Kissing back up to your lips Jin's tongue glide over your lips and you granted him access, massaging your tongues together as he pulled your nightgown.

"We can stop at any time," He promised you as you pulled the gown away from your body. Instantly feeling the need to hide but Jin stopped you by gently placing your hands down by your sides.

"You're beautiful Y/n," He whispered as he kissed your lips softly again. Your hands running down his biceps feeling your body heat up when he tensed his arms up.

"Handsome," You whispered back at him before pulling him into another deep and loving kiss. Arms wrapping around the back of his neck as he ran his hands down your hips, feeling his way to your undergarments until he pulled them down your legs.

"H-Hardly fair that I am completely exposed," You whispered as he raised his eyebrow at you as you ran your fingers down his abs and to his underwear. Pushing them down and almost whimpering at the sight of him and how large he was but Jin tilted your head up to look at him.

"I promised to take care of you," He whispered before placing small kisses on your lips before he kissed down your body.

Stomach fluttering with nerves as he began to kiss down your breasts, biting and sucking on each nipple as you let out little yelps of pleasure. Everything was so new to you, you had no idea what to expect as Jin kissed down your hips. Stopping to look up at you as your body jerked with anticipation and Jin smirked a little.

"Still nervous?" He asked as he slowly spread your legs apart, kissing your inner thighs as you nodded your head. Jin's hands on your body making you wetter by the second and his lips were making you needier than you had ever felt before.

"Want me to take care of you?" He questioned as he blew a small blow of cold air onto your clit making your whine out.

"Y-Yes, please." You bit down on your lip leaning up on your hands to look down at him.

Without a word he looked at you and ran his tongue through your folds making your gasp out at the sensation. Head hitting the pillows as he began to lap up your juices, smirking as you moaned out his name when he had barely begun.

"J-Jin that feels so good." You panted as he continued to suck and nipple on your clit enjoying the sounds that left your mouth.

The sounds only encouraging him to continue as he began to flick his tongue against your clit. Slowly covering his finger in your wetness before easing it into you making your whole body tense up.

"Its' okay baby, relax." He breathed out as he placed soft kisses on your clit, not moving his digit until you were ready for him too.

"I can stop-"

"N-no, no...It's okay just new." You whispered as he slowly began to pull his finger out of you only to push it back in again. Your eyes screwing shut as you focussed on how good it felt, moans spewing from your lips.

Parting your lips a little more Jin eased a second finger into you, sucking your clit as you began to grow louder with your moans.

"So tight angel, I can't even imagine what you'll feel like around my dick." He moaned out at the thought of it, the hardness between his legs beginning to ache at the thought of you. Jin's fingers continued to work inside of you, moving at a slow and sensual pace as he curled them against your walls making you cry louder.

A tightness beginning to build in the pit of your stomach as your body jerked.

"J-Jin," You whimpered as moans began to get louder, hands digging into the sheets as your toes curled. Jin's movements picking up just a little as he felt you clenching around his fingers.

"Let it go angel, it's okay." He breathed out as he continued to push his fingers in and out of you. Your eyes screwing shut as you felt your whole body turn to fire, hips bucking as you came around his fingers. The feeling was addictive and you never wanted it to end as Jin cleaned you up with his tongue.

"A-Again...I want...I want that again," You panted as Jin chuckled, kissing back up to your lips.

"You want me to use my fingers or-" His question was answered as you pulled him into a hungry kiss, pulling him to kneel between your legs. You'd heard stories from housemaids about their adventures with me and you wanted to experience it, all of it and with Jin.

"Are you sure?" You nodded at him before kissed you back, running his hands down between your legs and rubbing your clit softly. Moving his length through your wet folds as you let out whimpers of displeasure, you wanted him inside of you.

"You have to be patient angel, I don't want to hurt you." He whispered before kissing your lips again.

"Nice and easy," Be breathed out as he kissed your lips softly, pushing the head of his cock at your entrance and stopping when you hissed at him.

"Too much?" He questioned in a blind panic, face pale as he stared at you.

"N-No....Please Jin." You breathed out as he nodded his head, slowly and softly pushing into you until he was buried inside of you. Your core pulsating around him as your eyes screwed shut, a slight pain between your legs as you felt him move even a little.

"I love you," You whispered as he looked down at you, holding your face with one hand and your hips with another. Completely holding you both still not wanting to hurt you.

"I love you too, angel," He breathed out as you looked up at him through pained eyes. Nodding for him to give him the all-clear to move.

Carefully easing his way out of you he waited until it was only the head of his cock inside of you before softly thrusting again. A grunt leaving his mouth from the tightness around his cock,

"So tight." He whimpered as his hand moved from your face to the headboard of the bed, gripping so tightly that his knuckles were turning pink.

Curse words began to leave your lips with moans as he began to thrust in and out of you softly. Moans spewing out of each of you as he kissed you sweetly,

"Jin that feels so good," You whimpered as he began to pick up the pace of his thrusts just a little. Bucking in and out of you as he grunted your name out.

"You have no idea h-how good it feels," Jin moaned back at you as he rolled his hips in and out of you. The tightening in your stomach beginning to grow once again as you moaned out his name, getting louder with each thrust he gave to you.

Lips moulding with one another as he continued to fuck into you, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist to bring him deeper into you.

"I-It's happening again," You whimpered in reference to the building in the pit of your abdomen, beginning to feel like fire burning as you ached to chase after that feeling of euphoria again,

"Let it go, baby, I want to feel you." He smirked as he continued to thrust into you. Moving his hand from the headboard to clutch your hand in his. Looking you in the eyes as he continued to thrust, moaning out your name as you clenched.

"S-Shit," He breathed out as he felt himself nearing the edge of his release with each clench of your core around him.

"F-Faster," You breathed out as you looked up at him, hand squeezing his as you reassured him that it was what you wanted. No, Needed from him.

"Oh shit," He grunted loudly as he began to pick up the pace, pushing in and out of you faster as your moans grew louder and more incoherent each time.

"Jin...J-Jin!" You cried out as your vision began to fade to black, the second feeling of euphoria of the night taking over you and shattering inside of you. More intense than the first as you screamed out his name, bucking against him as he continued to thrust into you. Squeezing your hand in his as he spilt into you, grunting lowly as he felt himself come undone inside of you.

Laying together your head resting on his chest, letting him hold you close to him as he smiled happily.

"Much better than a party," You whispered resting your chin on his chest to look at him. Sweat rolling down his face as he nodded in agreement with you.

"Much better," He chuckled looking at you with pure love in his eyes, reaching up to hold your face in his hands.

"We should go to our room though before they get worried about us not being there." Nodding at him you agreed but neither of you moved. Too comfortable in the comfort of your new hiding space to move.

"Maybe give it another hour," He teased as he got comfortable on the bed again, pulling the sheets up to cover you both.

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anemo-writes · 3 years

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hello travelers! again, thank you for putting up with my inactivity, it’s been hard to write lately haha. anyways, i thought this would be something fun to post and for everyone to enjoy, whether you celebrate Valentine’s Day or not :) (note: this will probably be more fanon than canon so please bear with me, i’ll make it as canon as it can be :’) i also kept this pretty short, so hopefully that’s okay too,, and sorry for this being late haha—i wrote this very late at night so don’t mind any typos you find please)

much love,

~ anemo-chan <3

(The Playable) Genshin Impact Characters on Valentine’s Day (Romantically)

super romantic; gifts you a bouquet of flowers and takes you out to eat at a fancy restaurant/cooks for you.

Diluc

He is nervous. He’s never paid close attention to the countless amount of people who have lined outside the tavern to ask him to be their Valentine, only to be rejected. There was absolutely no way that he would turn to Kaeya for advice, so unfortunately this was something he would have to figure out for himself. He figures that it wouldn’t hurt to go traditional, so that’s what he does; he buys a large bouquet of roses (which he had to get from Donna, seeing that at the hours that he ended work were very late and Flora’s shop was not open at the time—yeah, that was not fun) and presents himself outside your doorway, to which he invites you to join him for a late dinner—which he makes!

Lisa

She leaves a letter on top of your nightstand, paired along with a singular rose. The letter states for you to meet her outside of Good Hunter, where you find her sitting at a table with a candle dimly-lighting up the surroundings. She greets you with a warm smile, gesturing for you to sit down—the two of you enjoy a candle-lit dinner as well as bolognese she specially requested for Sara to make for the two of you to enjoy together why does this remind me so much of Lady and the Tramp,,

Tartaglia

Oh boy. It’s always a fun time spending a holiday with him, seeing that it could go two ways; one, he would be too busy to celebrate it with you on the day of, and he would take you out the day after, or two—have a store’s entire line of merchandise presented to you outside your doorstep, in which a very, very smiley Tartaglia hidden within the pile (after all, he was the best present!) After you’re done moving all of the gifts into your house (it took up the space of your entire living room), he tells you to cover your eyes and follow him. He takes you to one of the most well-known restaurants in Liyue (which currently doesn’t have a name because it is very late here!), and insists that you order whatever you want, and however much you want.

Zhongli

Over the years, he’s witnessed many, many couples celebrate this holiday and every year he’s wished to do the same. He finds the perfect opportunity to do so when Valentine’s Day is around the corner, and boy does he plan it out for the two of you. He’s even made sure to have his wallet on him at all times—it would be extremely rude for you to have to pay if he happened to forget his wallet. He makes sure to stop by to pick up a bouquet of flowers, as well as a bottle of perfume (not in a bad way, just to clarify) from Ying’er’s shop that he recalled you liked. He makes sure to pick you up early from your work place to make sure you made it to your appointment on time; after all, being late to an appointment was similar to breaking a contract, no?

surprises you with homemade sweets.

Fischl

Oh, she is so nervous—of course, she doesn’t show this. The entire week, she spent researching recipes to create a special batch of chocolate-dipped strawberries just for you—she even sent Oz to the nearby farms to “borrow” the freshest strawberries for the treat (the farmers were too scared to confront the talking bird who “borrowed” their strawberries, so luckily they got away with it). She dips them in a purple-colored chocolate (because what other color would she use, really?) and drizzles on a dark-chocolate syrup to top it off. She’s too shy to actually give it to you herself though, so she has Oz drop it off for her.

Ganyu

Even though she’s quite busy, she’s somehow found time to whip up a special batch of chocolate just for you! She shapes them into Glaze Lilies (which she found quite hard, which is why there are so few of them) and presents them to you in a neatly-sealed box. She’s quite modest when your eyes widen and tell her it’s the best chocolate you have ever eaten, claiming that she only followed a recipe, when she really made it from scratch.

Keqing

Like Ganyu, you have no idea how she finds time to create a perfect array of chocolates, which she made herself! However, with her tightly-packed schedule, she has to drop it off at your house in advance, to which you accept happily. She tried to decorate them with designs of cartoon-versions of your faces, but they’re a bit...messy. Nonetheless, they’re tasty, and to her relief, you enjoy them.

Mona

Somehow, she’s managed to scrape up enough mora to buy you a necklace; yes, a necklace, and a real one at that—none of that fake, costume jewelry stuff! She even added a pendant shaped like star, just so you could be reminded of her whenever you fiddled with it or even glanced at it. She’s quite flustered when she gives it to you, ignoring the way you ask how she managed to save this much mora to be able to buy something like this, changing the subject on how you should never-ever take it off (because it looks great on you.)

Noelle

One word: pancakes. (Have you seen the ones she makes for her special dishes? They’re frigging amazing) As a dutiful maid should, she wakes up especially early to prepare a homemade breakfast just for you, to which she serves to you just as your wake up in bed. The fluffy stack of pancakes are decorated with fruits cut up in heart-shapes, as well the words, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N”, written neatly with chocolate syrup—it’s quite a sight to see, to be honest, and utterly delicious. Lucky you!

Xiangling

The day before, she tells you to meet her at the restaurant around noon. When you arrive, the restaurant is adorned with Valentine decorations, as well as a terrifying amount of food; she insists that she only made it for you, so you better eat up! Before she can show you the other dishes, the restaurant is suddenly filled with a strong, bitter smell—something burning. With a yelp, she runs into the kitchen, coming out a few minutes later with a tray of half-scorched cupcakes, their Gouba-shapes adorned with...a lot of burn marks. Oh well, it’s the thought that counts, doesn’t it?

buys/makes a present for you.

Albedo

Without your knowledge, Albedo has been creating a collection of artworks throughout all the time you had spent together. The pieces include portraits of you, portraits of you and him (sucrose helped with this), as well as just random sketches of the little things that remind him of you, such as the bare, snowy-white terrain where the two of you first met, as well as its flora and fauna. If you request it, he’ll even make the painting come alive (literally), and the two of you run to Sucrose’s dwelling, who is very shocked to see the pair of you running from a Frosted Lawachurl when she peered out her window to see if she could pinpoint the sounds of distant screaming.

Amber

Is there anything better than a matching set of wind gliders? Not only that—they were homemade! She spent the last couple of weeks putting together a pair of gliders for the two of you, customizing them to your tastes (which she nailed!) She quite literally drags you to the nearest hill to test them out, and the two of you end up challenging each other on who can get back to the Knights of Farvonius Headquarters the fastest—spoiler alert: she did.

Barbara

Oh, she would make the cutest card for you—the envelope is decorated with cute stickers (some of them even had her face on it; there’s nothing like promoting merchandise, am i right? jkjks) She also pairs it off with a box of chocolates that she bought from Sara—however, what she didn’t know was that in the box was a special-edition spicy chocolate truffle. With your luck, that was the first one you chose—and boy, were you met a surprise (it was so bad that you were begging Barbara to use her Vision on you, which she refused of course). Fun times.

Chongyun

He’s real sweet. After his expeditions and commissions, he opens the freezer (yes he keeps them in there, don’t judge him) to an array of ice sculptures, shapes varying from flowers, hearts, and such—although it’s quite the simple gift, he’s put a lot of effort into them, even putting in the extra effort to cast a spell to make sure they would not melt; it’s all worth though, when he sees the absolutely giddy expression on your face, and the look of pure awe as you pick one up and study it closely, admiring all of the details and work that’s he put in.

Ningguang

She sends out informants to find out what you like, whether it be something that your gaze settled on for too long or something you’ve mentioned while talking to her—on the day of, you open your door to a mountain of gifts, with Ningguang herself peering out from behind it with a calm smile and a wave (which was the opposite of your reaction, because who has that much mora to purchase all of these gifts?!?)

Razor

He doesn’t have a clue on what the holiday until Lisa asks him if he’s planned something for the two of you during one of his lessons. When he shakes his head no, Lisa suggests that he make you something, to which he sets out on an adventure to do, looking for flowers and flower stems to weave into a pair of matching bracelets—they’re not the prettiest, but he is pretty proud of it; after all, it was his first time making something like that. He’s quite nervous to present it to you, afraid that you might not like it, but all feelings of worry melt away when you slide it on with a huge smile on your face, insisting that he wears his too.

Sucrose

At first, she considers gifting you a present that she created herself; of course, with her work being alchemy, she isn’t sure if that would be the safest option, despite being talented herself. And so, she resorts to buying a present for you—she is very picky with the present though, insisting that it should be perfect since she could not make one herself. She even consults Albedo when selecting some of the presents (he doesn’t help her unfortunately; he believes that she should figure it out herself haha). Like Razor, she’s quite nervous to give it to you, but lets out a huge sigh of relief as you thank her happily for the gift, wiping a bead of sweat from across her forehead (sucrose bby anything you give us would be perfect,,)

whisks you away somewhere sentimental, where the two of you can enjoy a special date.

Beidou

It’s ungodly early in the morning when Beidou presents herself in front of your doorstep, announcing that you’ll be joining her and the crew on a special ride. She tugs you along beside her until you reach the harbor, where you are met with the sight of her ship adorned with streamers and banners, varying between shades of pink and red. Onboard, there is a table filled with goodies the crew collected and made, and boy do they look delicious. The group sets out to sea, and you take your place next to the captain, who even lets you steer the boat (momentarily, at least.)

Bennett

He takes you to meet his dads; yes, yes—he knows that it’s not the most romantic thing to do on a day dedicated to lovers, but he figures it’s just as important. Besides, they’ve been asking about you for quite a while—they even set up a small party within the Adventurer’s Guild, with the help of Bennett, of course. You spend the day listening to their old adventuring stories, as well as bits from Bennett’s childhood (poor boy is flustered from all the information his dads are spilling, but he’s still happy either way; after all, he’s with the most important people to him.)

Kaeya

He quite literally kidnaps you; one second you’re walking in the streets of Mondstadt on your way to work when suddenly someone grabs you by the waist and pulls you into an alley way (that sounds so creepy but i swear he means it in a good way). He only chuckles and shields himself with his arms as you punch him lightly, retorting that he scared you. He doesn’t care that the two of you have an overwhelming amount of work to do—after all, Valentine’s Day only comes once a year, right? Surprisingly, he doesn’t take you the tavern, but instead...Dawn Winery! Diluc received quite the surprise when he is met with the two of you standing outside his gates, with Kaeya requesting a wine/grape juice taste-testing. Yeah...you guys didn’t get any of that, but you did manage to snag a couple of grapes on your way out! Good for you!

Venti

You wake up in your bed, opening your eyes to see a very-smiley Venti laying beside you, chin propped up against his hand as he watches you yawn sleepily as you force yourself out of bed. You’re then presented with a handpicked-bouquet of Ceceilias, the freshest of the bunch, if he may add. You barely have time to thank him before he hoists you up in his arms and out of your dwelling, gliding over the city of Mondstadt as he whisks you away to Starsnatch Cliff, where he’s prepared a special performance just for you (and no, you don’t need to pay.)

Xingqiu

While he’s not the most romantic, he does have a clue on what people look for on Valentine’s Day; after all, that’s what cheesy-romance novels were for, right? Unbeknownst to you, he takes you on a date very similar to the one the main characters in his favorite novels partook in—and you don’t find out until you catch him peeking into the pages while you weren’t (you were) looking. Again, it’s the thought that counts—

doesn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day.

Jean

Sadly, she probably forgets about the holiday. She’s too busy holed-up in her office to notice the couples gathered up in the courtyard, sharing moments with their lover. It’s not until she walks out to take a breather that she notices the commotion—she immediately calls you over, apologizing frantically. Of course, to this you respond that’s it’s okay, but that you would much rather her take the rest of the day off to spend time together, to which she reluctantly agrees.

Xiao

“I do not have time to celebrate silly human traditions like that.” He would say as you bound up to him, exclaiming that it’s Valentine’s Day, the day where you can give sweets to your loved ones, and asking if he had someone special in mind to spend it with. He’s irked when your gaze falters and the grip on the object you’re hiding behind your back tightens—he only grows more irked as you mutter to yourself how you’ll give the chocolates you made to someone else. He scoffs loudly, avoiding your gaze as he lays out his hand in front of you to accept the chocolates (just because he doesn’t celebrate the holiday doesn’t mean he can’t get jealous!)

#anemo-writes #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines #THE WAY THIS IS A DAY LATE #can you tell that i’ve never written for zhongli before :’)#bennett’s is my favorite i almost cried while writing it because it was so wholesome #diluc x reader #Childe x reader #zhongli x reader #chongyun x reader #razor x reader

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