#artist: tickle-fight-club

[moanz111]

final round - choi san

🥊 pairing: boxer/fighter!choi san x boxing coach!gn!reader

🥊 genre: angst, fluff, strangers to lovers, dystopian au

🥊 summary: surviving in a city of outlaws has never been easy, with your days filled with emptiness and fear, and your only comfort being the weekly boxing matches in an underground club. but when you accidentally meet san, promising you a new beginning, your whole world is about to turn upside down.

🥊 featuring: biker!hwa; biker!yeosang; boxing coach/manager!wooyoung; cowboy(????)!mingi; oc!jay

🥊 wc: 5.9 k

🥊 warnings/tags: english is not my native language so there can be mistakes; descriptions of fighting/injuries/bleeding; setting is inspired by ateez's lore and the outlaw album (it's not accurate, just took some details from it, terminology can be inaccurate); use of pet names (angel); reader has an older brother; jay (reader's friend) doesn't represent any real person; there can be inaccuracies about boxing (i tried my best); mentions of guns/shooting (no one is harmed!!); repressive government; mentions of loss of family members/friends; reader is a bartender too; descriptions of kissing; lmk if i've missed something

credits for all the used graphics belong to their rightful owners!

🥊 note: happy (late) birthday to one of my favourite artists and people, sannie!

after all, i decided to post this fic even though i'm on a break lmao i feel a little bit more comfortable with posting it now and am doing better! and also i just couldn't wait to share this with you so...

i had so much fun writing this and got so inspired by ateez's album that i just had to do something about it. i'm trying a different genre this time so i hope you enjoy reading it!!

also, i'm super awkward when writing kissing scenes, help.

any form of feedback is greatly appreciated so don't be shy to reblog with your thoughts, comment or send me an ask! it really means a lot to me and keeps me motivated!

Sweat dripped down your forehead, tickling your chin and neck as you gripped tightly the ring ropes, lunging your body forward with excitement. Even though you’d never admit it out loud, the adrenaline running through your veins during the intense boxing matches you attended every weekend made you feel more alive than ever. The way the two boxers threw fierce punches at each other was not exactly abiding by the game’s rules but no one around you seemed to care or even notice. 

Living in a world where tomorrow might never come, these were the only moments you could be your most authentic self without the mask of acquiescence on. This world was sick, filled with horrors and demons, haunting you even in your dreams and watching your every step. However, this world was beautiful too, filled with secretly exchanged hopeful glances and little reasons to look up at the grey sky, praying better days would come. 

What you were doing right now - smiling, screaming, the sole act of feeling was illegal but the thrill that filled your body was something you were willing to risk your life for. You had made your decision a long time ago - the rules didn’t matter to you anymore. 

“A win for Black Serpent,” you heard the referee shout in an attempt to fight the hundreds of voices, drowning his own as the champion threw his red boxing gloves at the public. Blue and purple marks painted his features and his almost closed left eye was swollen but the triumphant grin plastered on his face told you, as usual, his injuries were not one of his problems. 

Such a show-off, you thought when your friend waved at you from the ring, flexing his biceps proudly. It wasn’t surprising to you that he won tonight’s match. During the few years you’d known Jay, you’d never seen him lose. Having been a professional competitor in the past, as he had told you when you first met, the underground club’s matches were his way to escape the harsh reality and remember the good old times. 

Plus, you’d seen the bags full of cash from bets after a successful night. After all, that was why you had become his “accomplice” or as he liked referring to you - his devil accountant. The job was simple enough and you didn’t mind the extra income - working as a bartender at the local bar came with its perks but with the money you made you could never possibly afford a place of your own, neither did it give you the comfort you could run away one day from this awful blackhole. So you gladly kept track of the bets for Jay’s matches and sometimes you even helped him train as you knew a thing or two about boxing yourself.

Tonight was no different. As you pushed your way through the crowd, collecting the bills, you saw a lot of familiar faces who greeted you warmly. At least some of them. Others - weren’t so friendly, swearing and even refusing to give you the money, overcome by anger after losing, but they knew better than to test you. No one wanted Jay’s wrath upon them. 

“I think you forgot about me, angel,” you heard a raspy voice behind you just as you were about to call it a day and go to the locker room where Jay was waiting for you. Turning around, you were, to say the least confused. The man before you wore a grey hoodie over his head, hiding his features, and matching sweatpants, looking nothing like the usual visitors of the fight club. He was tall but muscular - you could see it even though his baggy clothes left much to the imagination. His broad shoulders and confident stance told you he was much more than he led you to believe. Was he another competitor? 

Looking down at his stretched-out hand, you saw a few bills folded in his palm. A cat-like smirk formed on your lips. “Though night for you, huh?” “I don’t like voting in favour of my biggest competition,” the man laughed as you took the money, writing down the amount in your notebook. Jay was going to be pleased with tonight’s profit which meant another celebration for him and another babysitting gig for you. 

However, the stranger’s words made you wonder what exactly his intention was. If he was telling the truth, then why bother betting if Jay was his next match? With his face engulfed in shadows and mystery, his aura alone sent shivers down your spine, alarming you for danger. Taking a step away from the man, you folded your arms before your chest. “What is your deal?”

He tilted his head to one side, regarding you quietly like a predator about to chase his next prey. Closing the distance between you in a matter of seconds, he leaned down to your right ear, whispering softly, his breath hot against your neck, “You’ll find out soon, angel.”

Still in a daze after your encounter with the stranger, you watched him pull away from you, shooting you one last mischievous smirk before diving into the crowd. Shaking your head, you let out a deep sigh. 

Trouble always found its way to you.

The deafening sound of the morning alarm, signaling it was time for everyone to go to work, rang in your ears as you walked to the bar where you worked during the day. The sun was still hiding under the horizon and the sky was painted in a mix of deep blue, purple, and orange. The streets were empty without a single soul in sight except you and the black stray cat that accompanied you every day on your way. It brought you a sense of comfort - to have a small friend by your side in these lonely times of the day. 

Forming genuine connections with other human beings was almost impossible. There were many stories about heartless betrayals, travelling from person to person in this city of outlaws. Today’s friend could easily turn into tomorrow's enemy. However, right now this place was your everything and all you could do is learn how to survive. You’d heard of other faraway cities where people had it way worse than you did and were much more repressed by the titanic power of the Guardians. Sometimes you were even grateful you were surrounded by outcasts and criminals rather than a white sea of masks, pointing guns at your face. 

Here, the inhabitants had found their ways of rebelling right under the government's nose without being noticed and the bar you were currently opening was one of their favourite places to do it. You'd witnessed hundreds of pieces of intel being exchanged for contraband and hundreds of unfulfilled plans for the future dying under the dim yellow lights. Still, no one gave up. That was the only rule everyone followed wholeheartedly - better surrender and lose your life than give up your dreams and hopes and become a dead man walking.

Pushing your thoughts away, you braced yourself for yet another day during which you had to take on the role of the oblivious bartender. Your job was to keep your mouth shut and eyes closed so when you saw one of your regulars enter the building, looking suspiciously around, you almost laughed.

“Good morning, Mingi,” you greeted him leaning on the broom you were swiping the floor with to take a proper look at him. His cowboy boots and hat, the usual, now shabby, long brown coat and the chains dangling at his neck as he walked slowly towards you gave away that he was meeting someone important today. The tall and lean man oozed confidence and threat just by standing and you were glad you were on his good side. 

You'd met Mingi on your very first day as a bartender and quickly developed a soft spot for him. You weren't aware of exactly what he was doing except sitting around with you and being a menace to your boss but there were dozens of wanted posters around the city, including on the wall behind the countertop you mixed beverages on. The portrait drawing sure did him justice and you'd always been perplexed as to how the Guardians hadn't caught him yet. 

In your eyes Mingi was good-natured and considerate, always asking about your day and throwing a joke or two to make you smile but you'd seen his nasty side too. That was why when he pulled out his pistol from his holster belt and placed it on top of the bar as he sat down on his usual spot, you felt shivers run down your spine. 

“Don't worry, Y/N,” said Mingi, turning to look at you with a reassuring smile. If you got paid every time you heard him say this before destroying everything and everyone on his way, you would've been a millionaire. Sighing heavily, you walked over to him to stand behind the bar and took his pistol in your hands. Earning a surprised squeal from the man, you shook your head.

“You're the reason I'm not getting paid, cowboy. The amount of repairs we’ve made in a month is insane.”

“I'm sorry,” Mingi answered with a pout. Your boss wasn't going to be happy he came here again. You could only imagine the old man's smile as he put up these wanted posters. Hell, if he could turn in Mingi himself, he would be on cloud nine. “But be careful and don't shoot anyone.”

“You worry about yourself,” you sighed and pointed behind him. A young man was entering the bar, humming an unknown-to-you melody and carrying a bag over his shoulder. Sunglasses hid his eyes and a grin showed off his dimples. 

“You didn't tell me your friend was such a beauty, Mingi,” the man whistled, eyeing you from head to toe after he removed his glasses, placing them on top of his head. You felt heat burn up your cheeks and you found it hard to hold his intense stare. Now being able to properly look at his face, some sort of recognition passed through your mind but you couldn't wrap your head around where you'd seen him before. 

As the newcomer sat down next to Mingi, you couldn't stifle your laugh this time. They reminded you of a comedic duo from the comic books you used to read as a child, now long gone and turned into ashes, with the newcomer dressed casually in a black and white shirt, the fabric flowing around his body and a few buttons undone, showing his collarbones, and Mingi in his “official” attire with a serious look on his face and furrowed brows. 

“Don't even think of laying a finger on Y/N, Wooyoung,” warned Mingi as your friend took out a white envelope from his coat’s pockets, handing it to the other man. A silent look, holding thousands of words, was exchanged by them before Wooyoung swiftly hid it under his shirt. “We can talk comfortably here. They won't say anything.”

“My lips are sealed,” you made a motion as if you locked them with a key and threw it in Wooyoung’s direction, earning a loud laugh from him.

“I like them. We should recruit them.”

“Absolutely no,” Mingi sternly refused, scolding both of you with a  glance. “Let's talk business now.”

Mindlessly washing the shot glasses and polishing them, you listened to the two men’s conversation, pretending none of what they said was surely granting them a death sentence. The images they described with pretty words and empty promises filled your heart with longing for a distant land where everything you'd ever dreamt of was real. 

Where there existed other sounds - other than your heartbeat and the screeching alarm.

Where you could look up at the sky and see the stars - not the brown clouds of dust and pain.

Where emotions like sorrow and fear were replaced by joy and comfort. 

So you listened and listened until you'd memorised every single sentence, hoping to dream of this new world tonight.

“The others will call for us soon. We just need to wait for a sign,” said Wooyoung, getting up from his seat and stretching his limbs. “San has a match tomorrow so if- no…when he wins, we'll have enough money for the next mission.” 

A match?

A lightbulb lit up at the back of your mind as your memories took you to last night’s events. The stranger's words made much more sense than before and you were pretty sure you'd seen Wooyoung, lurking in the shadows and grinning after Jay’s final victorious blow. Keeping this information to yourself, you remained silent even when Wooyoung gave you a knowing look. 

“His opponent is pretty tough and so is his coach…,” he trailed off, playing with his silver earrings, shimmering under the first morning rays. 

“Good luck then. I'll see you in a week,” Mingi answered, shaking his accomplice’s hand as he too got up to leave. Glancing at you, he placed a few bills on the counter, way too many than needed. “For the special service today.”

“You don't have to-”

“And a bet for Black Serpent.”

“Jerk,” whined Wooyoung, rolling his eyes and earning another warning look from Mingi to whom you returned the pistol you took earlier. “I look forward to our little dance tomorrow, Y/N.”

Giving you a playful wink, Wooyoung took his bag and trailed after Mingi who was already striding to the exit, talking about manners and social norms which you found amusing.

At least, he didn't vandalise property today.

“The underdog vs. the big champion, huh,” Jay hummed as he traced his finger over his opponent's name on the list, placed at the fight club’s entrance. The match was only a few hours away and unable to sleep from excitement, you'd dragged your friend to the ring to practice some extra time. You didn't know what kind of fighter San was but better be prepared than sorry later. The rumors about him going around in the underground club didn’t give you much information either - some said he was ruthless and vicious, others - just a showoff. One thing was sure though - he had an incredible win rate with his name at the top of the rank list at least once a month. 

“Isn't it a bit cocky to call yourself the big champion,” you teased Jay as you pushed him inside the locker room so he could change into his practice clothes. You noticed one other locker was closed and were curious who else would've come here at that time of the day. Only champions and their coaches were allowed in when there wasn't a match. 

“I know my worth, Y/N,” Jay sighed while rolling bandages over his wounded knuckles. The bruises from his last match were still visible on his body and you wondered if they ever healed. You also mentally noted he had cut his hair down to a buzzcut again. He was serious about tonight then. Not that you expected anything different. San was the only person who could challenge him for his title. “I'm not a loser.” 

“Sure, now get up. We have a lot of work to do.”

“Jay, cover-up,” you shouted while monitoring your friend’s warm-up match, feeling your nerves slowly getting to you. You weren't exactly surprised when you found out the other fighter in the club and Jay’s opponent was the stranger you’d met the other night and of course, Wooyoung was his cornerman and manager. 

San’s presence turned coaching Jay into a challenge, unlike any other time. His movements were practiced and calculated, his punches swift and precise. The white tank top he was wearing revealed his toned body and well-defined muscles and made you stare more than to your liking. His sharp features and handsome face mixed with his professionalism were a weapon San used well on the ring since you could see Jay was intimidated probably for the first time. Wooyoung’s annoyingly proud smile didn't help either.

Blood was dripping down San’s chin from a cut, gifted to him by Jay after one of his blows, and sweat formed on his forehead as he counterattacked, delivering a strong punch on your friend's face. Their match resembled a passionate and intimate dance that you weren't supposed to witness. Their pride and skills were on the line. 

“Parry, Jay,” you once again yelled and seconds later the final bell rang, putting an end to their spar before your friend could react, taking a painful hook from San. Getting up from your chair, you went up to the ring and handed Jay a water bottle which he splashed on his face with a groan. You praised yourself for taking your first aid kit before leaving your apartment. If he was so beaten up right now, you didn't want to imagine what both of them were going to look like by the end of the night.

“You sure know a lot about boxing, Y/N,” San said, breathing heavily as he took his gloves off, throwing them at Wooyoung. It was the first time he addressed you directly today and you were taken by surprise when he jumped off the ring, coming closer to you. His face was glistening and his brown eyes were burning with passion you'd never seen before. Sure, Jay enjoyed fighting but you knew it wasn't the same as it used to be for him. San, however, had the eagerness to learn and win as a newbie even though his skills made you believe he was as good as a coach. Maybe even better than most. “Where did you learn?”

“Let's say I'm very observant,” you answered quietly, trying to avert his attention away from you and the topic. Still, the sting in your heart, forming as memories flooded your mind reminded you of the past you were so willing to escape from. You could still smell the distinctive scent of your brother’s gloves. The thrill that came with each victory. The pain that filled your being after leaving your past life behind without looking back. What had even happened with your family and friends? Were they alive? Were they safe?

“I'd call this more than just “being observant”,” Wooyoung joined the conversation, pulling you out of your thoughts. He put his arm around your shoulders, squeezing them tightly and you whined. “We hit the jackpot, San.”

“What do you mean?” 

“We have an offer for you, Y/N.”

The next few months after the official match between San and Jay passed in a daze for you. Someone had to pinch you. Hard.

Wooyoung, you’d realised, was a gambling addict. There wasn't any other logical explanation behind his behaviour. Whatever you did or said, he turned into a bet out of which only one of you could emerge as a winner.

So just like that, after that practice match, he and San had made a proposal that was too difficult to decline and simple enough to follow. If San won, you'd coach him for his next matches and join their small group of outlaws. As they told you - they needed someone competent on their side. If Jay won, you'd go on your way and forget about it. Not that this was possible. 

You would've lied if you’d said you had been surprised when San delivered the final victorious blow that night. Secretly, you had hoped for this turn of events not much to your friend’s liking. While you were patching up his wounded and bleeding face, whispering comforting words, your betraying heart was accelerating with your mind plagued by thoughts of San. 

Today was no different. As you watched San practice his kicks on a punching bag in the fight club, you caught yourself blushing at one of his particularly precise deliveries. Boxing is my thing, I guess, you thought when he halted his movements to drink some water and pulled his tank top over his head, showing off his toned body.

Moments like this were routine for you at this point - just both of you sitting in silence, only his heavy breathing audible - him practicing and you observing. San’s progress was outstanding and this left you jobless - he didn’t need your directions anymore that much. You didn't feel the need to fill the space with small talk or pointless conversations when you were with him and thought of him as someone who had always been part of your life.

Intimidating at first glance, San was, in reality, the kindest person you had ever met. He cared deeply about the people he loved, always making sure to put them first above everything else. He was also thoughtful and considerate - attentive to everyone’s needs and was always there when you needed him the most. San brought you comfort unlike anyone else and you told him things you hadn't even dared before. Your relationship was progressing fast - with a lot of skipped steps, blurring the line between friends and lovers but you didn't mind. Labels weren't needed for you to feel what you did towards him. Not when you had so few opportunities to be together.

You two often daydreamed about this new world he and his friends liked talking about. He wanted to stop fighting - hurting people was what he hated doing the most but their group needed the money desperately. There was no other choice for him but to sacrifice himself every day. San, instead, wanted to build a home for his loved ones and create a safe space for them where they could be together and where he could protect them.

“You can't protect everyone, San”, you had told him the day he shared his plans with you while both of you were sitting on the cold floor of the locker room, shoulder to shoulder. His proximity had your head spinning and you found it hard to focus on his words. San held your hands, tracing circles mindlessly on them, before bringing them to his lips.

“I have to do what I can, though. I can't just give up on any of you,” he had answered, whispering into your skin, goosebumps forming all over your body. Before that, you hadn't considered yourself that important to him and his words made your heart skip a few beats. 

“I know what it feels like…,” The lump in your throat and the painful memories of your family had tears forming in your eyes that you tried blinking away. No point in crying when you didn't have the power to change the past. San brought his big hands to your face, cupping your cheeks, forcing you to look at him, and you tried pulling away. The pity and guilt in his eyes were something you wanted to erase forever. 

“You can't just run away from your demons, Y/N. Sometimes you have to face them.”

So you had wept in his arms, telling him your life's story for the first time and he had brushed every fear, doubt, and pain away with his soft touches and gentle gaze. 

You had grown up in the Outlaw City’s outskirts, in a restricted area where the Guardians’ influence and presence weren't as noticeable. The people were happy - you remembered seeing children playing freely, people reading and drawing and creating with all their might without being disturbed. 

Your parents were ordinary people, working ordinary jobs and living an ordinary life. You and your older brother, however, were nothing like them. The fighting rebellious spirit was something you had no idea who passed down to both of you but you were grateful to whoever ancestor was responsible for it. 

You two always found ways to get into trouble - from stealing a guitar from one of the contraband gangs in the city to compose silly songs to your brother learning how to box only to enter underground tournaments to earn some extra income for your family. He had learned from the older kids a trick or two and you had made it your life's purpose to follow him around until he taught you too. 

You missed those days dearly. The mornings when you would spar together under the blazing sun for hours. The nights when you would go to the restricted area of the city to fight and then run back home with the money you'd made before someone else took it from you. Every day was a game of survival, but you were happy. You had your brother - your only pillar in this dark world.

Until one day everything changed. 

That day, the Guardians had come in groups to your city, taking every child or adult in their way, destroying every last piece of safety. You remembered your last moments with your family before they took them away. Your brother screaming at you to run, your father fighting the white-dressed Guardian, and your mother crying in fear. You had tried saving them but to no avail. At least, you didn't know if they had survived and there was no one you could ask. Five years had passed since. 

You found your new home in Outlaw City where everyone was a runaway like you and where no one would ask where you'd come from. Your only resolve was to pray that your family was safe and sound and that one day you would find them. This time you were more prepared than ever, you were ready to protect them at the price of anything. So as San wiped away your tears with his thumbs, you felt the heavy burden of your past lift itself from your shoulders. 

“I hate myself for leaving them every day, San,” you confess with a shaky voice, trying to calm yourself down. 

“The only thing you could do is survive, angel,” he whispered, putting his hands on your shoulders, and squeezing them. Looking at his bruised face, you reminded yourself that everyone here carried their own scars - both visible and invisible, and your heart hurt even more. “It was the same for me. I had to leave my family behind when I came here so I found a new one. Not that it’ll ever stop hurting any less. All eight of us are the same at heart. We all want the same thing.”

A new world to come, you thought and smiled, thinking of Mingi’s passionate speech from the last time you saw him at the bar. He had told you all about their plans and wanted you to be part of them. To join their found family. 

Now, returning to reality, you regarded San curiously and a little afraid as he came to stand in front of your chair, leaning down to place a kiss on top of your head. Blushing at the affection in his eyes, you cleared your throat, searching for the right words. A week had passed since this moment and none of you had said anything about it so you couldn't help but feel flustered at his every word and action towards you.

“How was I today, coach?” San chuckled, gently tracing the sides of your face with his fingertips, rough from the endless fighting. 

“Could be better,” you gave him your usual response, San grinning and showing his dimples. 

“I have to work harder. But maybe if you stared less...”

“And maybe if you paid less attention to me...”

“That's impossible,” San concluded, crouching down, placing his palms on top of your thighs, and you ran your hands through his messy dark locks. With glinting eyes, he excitedly added, “After tonight’s match some of the boys and I will have a meeting. They want you to come.”

“They?”

“I,” the seriousness in his voice made you let out a laugh and your stomach tightened with anticipation. You had only met Mingi and Wooyoung before with the rest of the boys surrounded by a mist of mystery, with only having heard stories about them. The fact that San was letting you get closer to the people he cherished the most didn't help your fluttering heart either.

“Can't wait.”

San had dragged you out of the fight club and drove you to your apartment to freshen up before meeting the boys with his old van that, who knew how, still functioned. As he had told you while focused on the bumpy road ahead, the vehicle had turned into, both a prison and a temporary home for him and Wooyoung while they were on the run from the Guardians. Guilt washed over you when San described all of their sleepless nights, fighting the demons following them right behind even in their dreams while you were hiding between the four walls of the safety of your home. Mingi’s wanted posters, his constant cautiousness, and the silver pistol always attached to his hip made so much more sense now. 

Unfortunately, the Guardians had taken notice of them way too early into their secret operations against the government, and now as you were sitting in front of the boys - their features, illuminated by the dim lighting of the storage house you were in, your heart filled with hurt. In the few hours, you got to know Yeosang and Seonghwa, speeding through the highways every night in search of valuable intel and doing all they could to survive another day, your admiration grew with every next moment spent with them. 

Sitting on one of your favourite fluffy blankets on the floor in a circle, eating an improvised dinner consisting of cold chicken nuggets provided by Yeosang, you felt more at home than ever. Mingi and Wooyoung’s silly bickering and friendly teasing, Seonghwa’s warm welcome, Yeosang’s kind smile, and San’s calming presence next to you, filled you with joy, and for the first time in a while, you forgot about the outside world.

“It’s a pity the others couldn’t come today,” said Seonghwa with a sigh as he passed on to you the chocolate bar all of you were sharing. You hadn’t seen one in ages, nor tasted it. Yeosang had just shrugged indifferently earlier at your genuine surprise, telling you he could get one inside the city for you anytime you craved it. 

So now playing with the piece in your mouth, letting the sweetness tickle your taste buds, you hummed in agreement. The rest of the group had to stay undercover for a little longer before joining you. “They would’ve loved to meet you, Y/N.”

“They will,” San joined, squeezing your hand and rubbing his thumb over it. Turning your head to look at him, you were met with his dark eyes, shimmering with a glow as if hundreds of stars were in them. You slowly found yourself being pulled by the gravity of his gaze, unable to look away. 

“Now, can you two not do this,” whined Wooyoung, earning a playful slap on his thigh from Seonghwa, followed by Mingi and Yeosang’s laughs. “I have to put up with you every day at the club. I’m going to start vomiting rainbows soon.”

“Get a life, Woo,” said Mingi, winking at you. Usually, you could fight back and tease Wooyoung but tonight, embarrassment washed over you after his words. “Leave the lovebirds alone.”

Just then, still holding your hand firmly, San pulled you up gently so now both of you were standing. “Then let’s get out of here.”

The distant hooting of owls, coming deep from the woods, the light chilly late-night breeze, carrying the smell of pines, and San’s warm touch against your skin engulfed your senses, making your head spin. With your eyes closed, all you could do was trust the man as he guided you through the darkness around you. 

“Can I open my eyes,” you asked once again with your previous attempts to get a positive answer out of him being unsuccessful. His deep chuckle vibrated through your body, his hand letting go of yours. Longing for his touch again, you reached forward for him but only brushed through the air. 

“I’ve got you, angel,” San’s raspy voice now came from behind you and you felt him put his hands on your shoulders. “You can open them now.”

The view before your eyes made you tear up and a lump formed in your throat, every word you wanted to utter getting caught up in it. The little fireflies, swinging around in a slow dance around you, their comforting glow, reminding you of those you used to catch in the hot summer nights in front of your childhood house with your brother, the vast field you were standing in the middle of, and the tickling in your legs from the overgrown grass were all images and sensations you thought you’d never see or feel again for the rest of your life.

“How did you find this place,” you whispered, too afraid someone would take this moment away from you. 

“It’s my special place. I think the Guardians have forgotten about it,” said softly San, moving to stand in front of you with a warm smile on his face. “Now I can finally share it with someone else.”

“Do you come here often?”

“Yes, whenever I need to clear my head,” he trailed off, laughing. “And some time away from Wooyoung. The van can be suffocating as much as I enjoy living with him.”

You wondered if this beautiful place was next on the Guardian’s list for destruction. If you’d be able to come back ever again. If it too would disappear with every trace you’d left.

“You’re frowning again,” San’s voice pulled you out of your trance, making you focus on him instead. His face was almost indiscernible in the night, but his eyes and the silver chain, shining around his neck, were illuminated by the moonlight. “You do this often.”

“I guess I’m not used to things like this.” Genuine in a world full of lies. “I feel like you’ll disappear.”

Taking a step closer to you, San put a finger under your chin, your eyes finding his once again. The electrifying feeling of his touch made you dizzy. Now, you could hear his steady heartbeat, with yours drumming in your ears. “I’ll never leave you, angel.”

The moment his lips found yours, enveloping them in a soft kiss, you lost all of your senses and surrendered yourself to him. At first, his touch was gentle as if San was afraid he would hurt you, but once your hands found his neck, your fingers toying with his hair, he got more desperate for you. His own trailed slowly down the sides of your body, wrapping them around your waist and pulling you closer to him. Already out of breath, you felt a fire ignite in your soul that only San could put out. 

He left your lips only to place a few shy kisses down your neck, your heart picking up its rate, slamming against your ribcage. Leaving you gasping and wanting more, San pulled away seconds later, the love and adoration you saw in his eyes making you lose your bearings completely. Cupping your cheeks and bringing his face closer, he rubbed your nose gently with his before placing a kiss on your forehead. 

“The final round is coming soon, Y/N,” he murmured when you closed the distance between you, hugging him around his waist and burrowing your face at the crook of his neck. You took in his scent - woody and musky, hypnotizing you. “We’ll see the new world together.”

Even if that was just an empty promise and even if this new world never came to life, you didn’t care.

All you needed was San there with you - everything else was bearable.

final round, © moanz111

please do not modify, copy, repost, or translate.

#final round - moanz111 #ateez imagines #ateez oneshot #ateez scenarios #ateez fic #ateez fanfic #san x y/n #san x reader #san x you #ateez au #ateez fluff #ateez angst #san fluff #san angst

[tickly-trashcan]

Hi! Since your headcanons are open, do you think you could please do the rest of the host club? Love your writing btw!

A/N: yippee!! the host club is reunited!! lol thank you for the request, i hope you enjoy these!! the headcanons for haruhi, mori, and honey are right here!!

Tamaki -

he is stupidly ticklish actually like save him

he's ticklish pretty much everywhere but under his arms and his tummy are probably his best spots they have him absolutely REELING

he has a normal like. "princely" laugh whenever he's hosting or trying to be his typical Tamaki self but he is such a frantic giggler when he's tickled its so funny

also totally stealing from one of my favorite artists on tumblr dot com but RIGHT HERE is evidence that Tamaki snorts. he is so silly i hope he gets obliterated

also relating to that art he is constantly tickled by the twins in inconvenient situations lol

Haruhi will tickle him sometimes to try and make him stop doing something and most of the time it works lol

he also sometimes gets tickled by Kyoya or Honey but it's moooostly the twins bc those guys are absolute tickle monsters

he's got like. no ler bones in his body but only because he's so scared of getting tickled back that he just avoids it LOL

hes kind of funny because when he does tickle someone else like Kyoya he runs away almost immediately afterward

Kyoya -

URGH Kyoya is so hard for me to make headcanons for HELP HES SO GOOFY

okay he's definitely tickly. probably on his ribs, hips, and his back

HIS BACK IS A FUNNY SPOT bc people can just swipe one finger down his back and he'll do like a full body shudder and then give them an evil glare

he's probably tickled the least out of everyone in the host club and he is NOT USED TO IT whenever he is tickled because he's so out of practice being tickled lol

he's not super ticklish either but when you catch him by surprise he's more reactive to tickling

he doesn't normally engage in tickling because he's just sooooo serious LOL but when there's a good moment he'll definitely poke people or give them a small tickle

i feel like hes more of a ler but in general he just ignores whatevers going on unless he has to step in and break people up because the tickling is getting too intense

he has gotten tickled during one of those break ups before (it was Tamaki and the twins OF COURSE) and then both the twins tried to gang up on him. lol

they regretted it later! Kyoya may not tickle people often but when he does he should be feared

Hikaru -

okay i think it's so funny bc you'd think Kaoru is the more ticklish twin but UR WRONG it's Hikaru

he's like. stupid ticklish. ALMOST AS MUCH AS TAMAKI but he's better at hiding it because he's not as dramatic when he gets tickled

like he'll jump but he tries to hide his reactions so sometimes it takes a bit to make him even giggle

he's really ticklish on his hips and sides which are super easy to get too hehe just grab him by the hips and SQUEEZE

he's much more of a ler especially when he's tickling someone with his brother but if anyone was able to get him bad he would never get to live it down

the only person who's come close to tickling him really good aside from his brother is Haruhi and that's just because she's sick of their nonsense LOL

she also makes a point to tell the twins apart by where they're ticklish so she uses tickling to her advantage all the time

like she can easily tell them apart without tickling them but she thinks its funny because they are both so tickly

Kaoru -

he's such a goofball sorry i actually really loved Kaoru so much when i watched this show LOL

he's not as ticklish as Hikaru and he's tickly in other spots but he doesn't try to hide his reactions as much as Hikaru so people often assume that Kaoru is the more ticklish twin

He's very giggly and tickling him under his arms or his ribs especially get him really good

he's actually kind of silly because he will almost always be the one to initiate tickle fights with the other hosts or his brother, and then Hikaru normally joins in

I think Kaoru doesn't mind tickling others or being tickled, he's like... very in the middle on his preference LOL it just depends on his mood at the time

he and Hikaru will normally switch off on like. who's holding and who's tickling when they're ganging up on someone but Kaoru actually prefers to do the tickling most of the time

his argument is that Hikaru is too ticklish to be good at tickling but he never tells anyone else that because he knows Hikaru is a lil embarrassed about how ticklish he is lol

that's all i got for now!! thanks for the request~!

#ouran high school host club #tickle headcanons #anon #tamaki #kyoya #hikaru #kaoru

[legionofpotatoes]

Ohhhh, I get your initial post better now. I think the next film is gonna be more spectacle than any actual attempts at nuanced and critical story telling. Not just because of shit like markets and medium, but also because I remember reading a review where the director (I think it was) got pissy that people were complaining about aspects of the cinematography not translating well to TVs. And he got mad that people weren’t watching the movie “in the way it was intended” well at $15+ bucks a pop for the privilege of sitting in a dark room to watch wide establishing shots of desert scenery for roughly three hours… the prospect doesn’t exactly tickle everyone’s pickle.

So with that sort of ego running the show, I don’t think much nuance is gonna happen. Which certainly won’t help the likely Fight Club phenomenon you mentioned. (I Actually knew a guy who’s favorite movie was fight club, one of the worst people I had the displeasure of going to middle school with)

And to answer the question you didn’t ask

I initially found the game because one of the artist’s SFW pieces showed up in the periphery on my deviant art home page.

Very clean, well weighted line art, in the comic book aesthetic that’s more prevalent now, the sort that allows itself to have more cartoony features, very well defined silhouettes, (even for the characters that didn’t have tits twice as big as their head) I was taking an animation class at the time and also a horny teenager. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

A lot of their page was concept and WIPs for the game. So it was both me being horny and me also trying to study for class, one of my major weakness was (and still is) I didn’t simplify characters enough for a good, consistent, well managed, workflow.

I would go through the concept stuff they posted, and eventually got curious enough that I decided to play it even though the only thing I knew about Dune was that David Lynch directed a movie version of it.

the studying sort of helped, I got a bit more confident and comfortable with simplifying features, but I was still pretty slow going compared to most of my classmates. I held myself to a stupidly high standard and kept trying to make it perfect, luckily the teacher was okay with me holing up in the computer lab during lunch and after school to finish assignments.

I don't think that cinema culture purists, while often annoying, necessarily overlap with thoughtless directors. It certainly can be telling, but the state of theatrical distribution is so utterly fucked right now that i wouldn't rule out most big-name directors playing a PR game with their incessant commenting on The Experience. and I think you're selling dune a bit short there - I enjoy greig fraser's cinematography to be honest! compared to lynch's version it is a bit sanitized in art direction, but the craft is solid. same with sound, it's all outstanding. certainly ends up cheaper to see movies in theaters in my neck of the woods too. the streaming subscription bloat is something I fully refuse to participate in and thankfully we don't have to pay that much for tickets. it's maybe half of that, and even less for matinees.

but I still think the question of nuance in part 2 stands apart from all that. I surely hope denis doesn't "view himself" in paul, in which case his ego could very well fumble shit real bad. but for now i really think it could go either way. The seedlings are there, even in the new trailer; they just might pull a fast one and one-up the books on clarity of message, who knows. I genuinely don't remember book paul being this cognizant of the psyop he was participating in.

anyway. very happy for your practical success in studying the game 😄 I respect any pursuit of craft in visual arts that is partially fueled by horniness. always a potential recipe for greatness. godspeed!

#long post #anon #asks

[qnewslgbtiqa]

My Lover Cindi: Fundraising event to save beloved queer venue

New Post has been published on https://qnews.com.au/my-lover-cindi-fundraising-event-to-save-beloved-queer-venue/

My Lover Cindi: Fundraising event to save beloved queer venue

Adelaide queer venue My Lover Cindi is struggling to survive amidst the current cost of living crisis. 

Recently, owners Kate Toone and Rachel Hosking reached out to their community for support.

“A huge spike in operational costs along with the cost of living crisis means that the future of Cindi’s is uncertain,” they wrote in an Instagram post.

“Over the last few months, more than seven well established CBD venues have closed, and we are close to sharing their fate.

“What we envisioned for Cindi’s was to build a community that was accessible, safe, and a place where people could find each other and themselves in queer joy. We think we have achieved this because of you (the best patrons a club could ask for), our incredible staff and the many breathtaking artists we’ve had the privilege of working with over the years.

“Cindi’s has been home to hundreds of productions across burlesque, drag, trivias, live music, community panels, art workshops and parties. The immense gratitude we have for people trusting us with their artistic endeavors is beyond words.

“Cindi’s has been the backdrop to people’s coming out, coming in, finding themselves, finding love and finding community. Thank you. It is this magic that has kept us going so far.”

Cindi’s Super-Friends: A Justass League Fundraiser

As part of the initiative to “#SaveOurCindis”, local mainstay burlesque troupe The Justass League is hosting a fundraiser extravaganza night.

With every performer and crew member volunteering their time, all the money raised at this event will go directly to My Lover Cindi, with a wide range of opportunities to contribute.

Cindi’s Super-Friends is a three hour long event featuring cabaret performances, raffles, audience games, and a photobooth in the theme of a comic book convention.

Due to the high capacity and format of the event, seating availability will vary on the night. Please contact the organisers if you need a chair reserved for the performance portions of the night.

WHEN: Friday May 3, 7.30-10.30PM

WHERE: My Lover Cindi (2/192 Pirie St)

Tickets are available for purchase online.

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[gayestnerdsinfiction]

Rivalry

requested by @micapearls (ed hearing jon full body laugh for the first time)

Ever since he first met Jonathan Crane, Edward has had an unshakable fixation on eliciting any type of emotional expression from the other man. To the untrained eye it would appear Jonathan was unable to experience any human emotions beyond displeasure and annoyance. Jonathan doesn’t cry, he doesn’t shout when they argue, he doesn’t allow any facial expression to inadvertently cross his stoic features. Over time, Edward has been able to get a better feel for the subtle cues that indicate his partner’s emotional state, but Jonathan still makes an effort to hold his feelings and opinions close to his chest. Edward wants so badly to break him of this habit. He’s lost count of the amount of meaningless arguments he’d blown out of proportion in the hopes of making Jonathan visibly angry. But perhaps that’s just trauma reenactment.

It was after one such failed attempt to goad Jonathan into an argument that Edward finally got what he was looking for. He had unsuccessfully tried to get a rise out of the other man, throwing out the cruelest, most spiteful things he could think of. Things he didn’t mean, things he doesn’t want Jonathan to think he meant. Unfortunately, this only resulted in Jonathan disappearing off into the lab, leaving Edward to sulk alone in the living room. He’s sitting on the couch, staring absently at the television when Jonathan finally reappears from the basement, his expression as austere and unreadable as ever.

“I’m having a drink,” the older man announces, breezing past Edward and into the kitchen. He removes a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet and holds it up for Edward to see. “Do you want one?”

Edward doesn’t particularly care for whiskey but he can recognize a peace offering when he sees one. He nods wordlessly, sliding to one end of the sofa to make room for Jonathan to sit if he wanted to.

Jonathan pours the two drinks, bringing them into the living room and handing one to Edward. He accepts. Takes a small sip, trying to ignore the unpleasant taste.

“What are you watching?” Jonathan asks as he sits down a respectful distance away from Edward.

“News,” he says. “I’m looking at it more than I’m really watching it.”

Jonathan studies the screen for a few moments, sipping his own drink steadily. “Turn up the volume,” he says abruptly.

Edward obliges, directing his own attention to the TV as well. The reporter onscreen is standing in front of the Gotham University campus. There are cop cars and officers crowded around the building, many of them with heavy tactical gear and weapons.

“Shit, I hope whatever this is doesn’t screw up the heist I had planned for next weekend,” Edward mutters as he puts his drink down on the table.

“…As you can see the police are behind me attempting to negotiate the release of the thirteen hostages currently being held on the University grounds.” The camera cuts away from the reporter to show a closer shot of the police officers at the scene. Edward can make out commissioner Gordon speaking into a walkie-talkie at the front of the group. Bullock stands beside him, looking generally burly and gruff but otherwise not contributing much. “The location and condition of the hostages is unclear; all we know is that those thirteen students and faculty members are trapped somewhere in the Joker’s sadistic maze. More updates on the way as we continue to document the most recent criminal exploits of Gotham’s most fearsome criminal.”

“Ouch,” Jonathan says dryly. “Seems unfair that I’m not the most fearsome criminal in this city but I suppose there’s no accounting for taste.”

Edward, in the meantime, is too busy trying to navigate the mixture of anger, surprise, and jealousy that has begun burning in his chest to even register Jonathan’s comment. “He—I feel like I’m having a stroke, I mean, did that reporter say what I think she said?” he splutters, standing up from the couch to gesticulate wildly at the screen.

“What’s your problem?” Jonathan asks. “Joker does something like this every week, you can’t be surprised at this point.”

“You don’t understand,” he snaps, ignoring the heat he can feel rising into his face and ears. “I was going to do a sadistic maze at the university. Me! That fucking clown stole my idea! I mean, am I the only person with any goddamn integrity in this vile city?” He collapses back onto the couch, throwing his arms up. “I had the whole thing planned out, all the pieces built and ready to be set up and he just swoops in with his dollar store makeup and awful dye job and ruins everything like he always does. I mean, do you know how hard it is to build a maze from scratch and make it appear with fully functional traps and people in it before the cops show up? It’s not easy, I’ll say that. And it’s not cheap either!”

Jonathan watches Edward’s hysterical monologue in silence, takes a few moments to digest the entirety of the rant, and then bursts out laughing.

Edward’s jaw drops. Usually when Jonathan laughs it’s little more than a sharp exhale or the hint of a smile. But this laugh is a loud, unrestrained cackle, so raspy in places it almost sounds like a wheeze. It’s the first time he’s ever seen his partner seem genuinely tickled by something and he can’t even enjoy it because it’s at his own expense. He can’t tell if he’s more shocked to see his partner’s entire body wracked with laughter, or more indignant that he’s being laughed at in the first place. He snaps his mouth shut, his face screwing up into a scowl. “It’s not funny.”

“It absolutely is. Your whole thing with the Joker is hilarious.”

“It is not! He’s completely destroying my reputation, my career in this town. I mean, now I can never do that heist I had planned because the Joker already did it and everyone’s already accusing me of ripping off his costume and gimmick. If I even mention that I had the same idea, then people are going to try and accuse me of stealing his fucking intellectual property too.” He gets up again, pacing almost frantically around the room. “It doesn’t even make sense for him to do something with a school, I mean, I’m the one whose whole aesthetic and MO has to do with knowledge and learning. He should go terrorize a fucking comedy club or something, leave the higher education to those of us whose brain cells haven’t been fried by a vat of acid.” He glares at Jonathan who is still doubled over with laughter. “Stop laughing at me, I’m serious.”

He raises a hand to cover his mouth, though it does nothing to soothe his amusement. “I’m sorry. But you have to admit, you sound ridiculous right now.”

“I fail to see how this is ridiculous.”

“You’re demanding artistic integrity from a man who dresses like a clown and kills people for fun.” Jonathan manages to stifle his laughter a bit, but Edward knows he’s never going to let him live this down. “Besides, neither of you went to college so I don’t see how you have more of a right to a university based maze heist than him.”

He rolls his eyes. Jonathan loves to point out that Edward never went to college because it’s the only real accomplishment he has that Edward couldn’t easily replicate. Just because Jonathan suffered through nine years of higher education that would have driven Edward into a murderous rage doesn’t mean he’s better than him. “A maze is a type of puzzle is it not? Last time I checked I was the prince of puzzles which, in my eyes, makes me more entitled to use mazes in my traps. I also think it makes me sound cooler. I mean, ‘clown prince of crime’? How pathetic is that.”

“They’re both pathetic,” Jonathan says. “I don’t know why people keep trying to call us princes like we’re not all broke psychopaths.”

“I’m not broke.”

“But you don’t deny being a psychopath?”

Edward continues to glower at the other man who is still fighting against a smile. “I can’t believe you’re not on my side right now.”

Jonathan shrugs. “I mean, you have to admit your costume color schemes are remarkably similar.”

“They are not! My preferred color scheme is green and purple, his is purple and green, okay, they’re distinctly different!”

“Edward,” he says, using that tone he always takes when Edward is acting irrational, “Don’t you think you’re taking this a bit too seriously?”

“Not in the slightest,” he insists, knowing that this is arguably a stupid thing to care about. “You’ll never know what it’s like to always play second fiddle to everyone’s favorite costumed criminal. At least people are scared of you. Everyone just thinks I’m some kind of joke thief.”

“Well, maybe you need to give them something to be scared of. Show them you mean business.”

“Oh yeah? And how do you propose I do that in a way that is both on brand and not derivative of the Joker’s own crime sprees?”

Jonathan’s smile changes, becoming less humorous and more devious. Edward can see the familiar gleam in his eye that indicates the Scarecrow’s mind is hard at work. There’s the Jonathan he’s used to. “I bet I could give you a few ideas,” he says slyly, finishing the rest of his drink in a single swallow. “If you don’t have any qualms about torturing people.”

Despite the fact that he’s still annoyed with Jonathan for making fun of him, Edward can’t help but flash a smile back at the other man. There’s just something about those clever, sinister eyes that always draw him right back in. “What did you have in mind?”

#i know this was a long road to walk to fulfill the prompt but I hope u enjoy #scriddler #scarecrow #riddler #jonathan crane #edward nygma #batman #dc #my writing #joker #just a reference tho bc he's stinky

[ohshcscenerios]

Master List

The following works have been written by me. Hopefully this Master List acts as a helpful guide. Match-Ups, Memes, and Game Entries are not included in the Master List. 

Host Headcanons

Hikaru and Food/Cooking

Hosts Celebrating a Birthday

Hikaru and Shy S/O

Hosts with a Crush

Twins Interacting with the Other’s S/O

Hosts and a Violin Playing S/O

Hosts’ First “I Love You”

Sleepover with Hosts

Hosts with Lead Singer S/O

Hosts Cheering Up Depressed S/O

Double Date with Twins

Hosts Helping S/O Through Anxiety Attack

Meeting Hosts’ Parents

Twins with S/O Wearing Same Clothes Every Day

Happy and Sad Hikaru

Hosts with S/O in Toxic Friendship

Hosts Dealing with Their S/O Being Bullied

Hosts and S/O in Bookstore

Hosts Comforting Home-Sick S/O

Hosts Discovering S/O’s Tattoo

Hosts Celebrating Christmas

Hosts with Reckless S/O

Hosts with Stressed-Out Royal S/O

Hosts and S/O at Disneyland

Hosts and Pool/Beach Day

Hosts and General Relationship

Kaoru and Mistletoe (NSFW)

Hikaru and Mistletoe (NSFW)

Tamaki and Mistletoe (NSFW)

Kyoya and Mistletoe (NSFW)

Hosts and Musician S/O

Birthday with Hikaru

Rainy Day with Hosts

Hosts and S/O with Strict Family

Hosts Taking Care of Sick S/O

Hosts and S/O Who Never Celebrated a Birthday Before

Hosts and New Years Kiss

Birthday with Tamaki

Takashi and Arts&Crafts

Hosts and 7 Minutes in Heaven

Hosts and S/O Babysitting Together

Takashi and Shy Crush

Kyoya/Takashi General Relationship

Hosts Watching S/O Break Their Leg

Hosts Walk In on Toxic Friend Bullying S/O

Hosts Helping S/O Through Depressive Episode

Hosts with Chronically Ill S/O

Takashi and Tamaki with Hoodie-Stealing S/O

Hosts Surprised by S/O’s Relaxation Surprise

Hosts with Hoodie-Stealing S/O

Hosts’ Crush Who Has Toxic Boyfriend

Hosts Finding S/O’s Tickle Spot

Takashi Cheering Up S/O - Levels

Hosts’ S/O Bringing Home a Pet

Hosts’ S/O Teaching How to Braid Hair

Hosts’ Favorite Part of Woman’s Body

Takashi and Haruhi Family

Hosts Walking In on Artistic S/O

Hosts with Pregnant S/O Forced on Bed Rest

Takashi and Haruhi Family Fluff

Hosts Disovering S/O Locked In with Video Game

Kyoya and S/O Completely Opposite of Him

Hosts Discovering Haruhi’s Twin Sister

Hosts Meet Daughter’s Boyfriend

Mitsukuni Seducing S/O

Takashi and Y/N First Date

Hosts Play Fighting with S/O

Hosts Loving on S/O During AF

Hosts and S/O with Heterchromia Iridium

Takashi and Haruhi Date Night

Hosts with Tall S/O

Kyoya and Kaoru First Date

Kyoya as a Father

Takashi | Haruhi | Kyoya

Host’s reactions to Son/Daughter First Date

Hosts Asking Out Haruhi’s Twin

Hosts Learning their Daughter was Cheated On

Hosts and Sarcastic S/O

Hosts and Kid Play Dates

Hosts with Male S/O

Host Scenarios

Jealous Host at Dance

Meeting the Hosts in Club

Host Protecting Girlfriend from Jealous Guest

Hosts with S/O at Host Ball

Takashi Comforts Insomnia-Ridden S/O

Tamaki Comforts Insomnia-Ridden S/O

Takashi Finds Distressed S/O in Rain

Kyoya Finds Distressed S/O in Snow

Kyoya and Takashi Over-Protective over Pregnant S/O

Takashi Finds S/O in his Hoodie

Takashi Finds Beaten S/O

Takashi Caring for S/O with Broken Leg

Host One-Shots

Tamaki Birthday Surprise

Kaoru and Haruhi Fluff

Tamaki and Haruhi at Commoner Supermarket

Kyoya Rescuing Kidnapped Haruhi

Hikaru Losing a Bet to Kaoru

Haruhi Bullied After School

Kyoya and Chronic Pain

Yasuchika Wins a Match Against Mitsukuni

Double Date Kyoya/Mitsukuni and Tamaki/Kaoru

Tamaki and Renge Date

Kyoya and Haruhi Marriage Angst

Kyoya and Haruhi Break/Up and Make/Up Angst

Takashi and Haruhi “Dance With Me”

Kyoya and Haruhi “I Didn’t Know What To Get You”

Kyoya and Haruhi Romantic Angst

Hosts General Headcanons

Hosts as BTS Members

Hosts and Cuddling

Hosts Waking S/O with Hot Chocolate

Hosts and Kissing

Hosts and Intimacy

Host Answers

Hosts in University

Hosts and University Degrees

Hosts and First Date

Song Best Describes Each Host

Hosts with Punk/Grunge S/O

Hikaru and Stubborn S/O

Best Quality About Each Host

Hosts with S/O on Vacation

Quiet Night In with Hosts

Hosts’ Favorite Video Games

Hosts Given Homemade Bento

Hosts and Unexpected Talents/Hobbies

Hosts Receiving Sakura Kiss as Present

Hosts’ Reactions to Professional Cosplayer

Host’s Reaction to S/O’s Painting Gift

Hosts with Aspiring Doctor S/O

Hosts and Minecraft

Hosts and Superpowers

Hosts and Anime Con

Kyoya and “Firsts”

Hosts and Halloween

Tamaki and “First”s

Hosts and Weekend Apparel

Hosts and Pets

Hosts and Favorite Board Games

Hosts and Collections

Hosts and Wedding Rings

Hosts and Favorite Dessert

Hosts and Mario Kart

Hosts and Swimsuit Attire

Hosts and Ticklish S/O

What the Hosts Won’t Do

Hosts and Deity Animals

Hosts Helping S/O in the Kitchen

Hosts Dressing Haruhi

Hosts and Asexual S/O

Hosts’ S/O Dressing Like Izzy

Hosts’ Favorite Musician/Band

Hosts Cheer Up S/O

Host’s Reactions to Twin Ultrasound

Host’s Baby’s First Words

Hosts’ Reactions to Pregnancy + Number of Children

Hosts’ Family Timeline

Hosts’ Family Vacations

Host’s Pregnancy Dance with S/O

Hosts with Daredevil S/O

Hosts Over-Protective over Pregnant S/O

What Takashi Wants in a S/O

Hosts and Number of Children

Hosts as Uncles

Hosts’ Thoughts on “Robbin Hood”

Hosts Meeting Someone Like Reid from Criminal Minds

Hosts’ Reaction to “I’m Pregnant”

When Kaoru Says “I Love You”

Hosts and S/O with Amputated Leg

Hosts Accepting Male Guests

Song that Describes Kyoya

If Haruhi Chose Hikaru Instead of Tamaki

Hosts’ S/O who Doesn’t Want Kids

Hosts’ S/O either Bi or Pan

Hosts’s Secret Kinks

When Hosts Lose Virginity

When Hikaru Says “I Love you”

Hosts’ Reactions to Teenage Daughter’s Pregnancy

Hosts Having the “Ah Hah” Moment with S/O

Kyoya’s “Ah Hah” Moment with S/O

Hosts and Discounted Valentine Chocolates

Hosts’ Toddler Climbing into Bed

Which Hosts Can Sing

Hosts’ Insecurities

Hosts Receiving Rose from Crush

Hosts’ Children Not Liking Each Other

Kaoru with Second-Hand Fashion Designer Crush

What the Hosts Don’t Like Doing But Will for S/O

Hosts’ Dere Types

Hosts’ Physical Insecurities

Drunk Headcanons/Answers

Does Takashi Like it Rough

Hosts Crush on Haruhi’s Twin

Hosts Touching the Butt

Hosts and Daddy Kink

Wild Mitsukuni

Takashi Smacking S/O’s Butt

OHSHC Personal Ships

Hosts who Love the Butt

Twincest

Which Hosts Like Butt and Chest

Hosts and Naughty Outfits

Hosts “Making Love”

Which Hosts Eat Butt

NSWF for Kyoya and Kaoru

Kyoya’s S/O Type

Hosts’ Dirtiest Kink

Hosts’ Need for Intimacy

Hosts’ Propose in Public

Takashi’s S/O Type

Hosts and Sensual Intimacy

Hosts and Before & After Pampering

Hosts Drunk

Ritsu NSFW with Male

Hosts’ S/O Comes Home Drunk

Hosts with Big Butt S/O

Hosts Wearing Crop Tops

Ranka NSFW

Hosts’ Reaction to Boy Who Put Gum in Haruhi’s Hair

Kyoya and Haruhi NSFW Beach Episode

Is Haruhi a Screamer

Hosts Cooking Naked

Hosts and S/O Argue About Most

Takashi and Haruhi Intimacy NSFW

Hosts’ Thoughts to Rock Songs

Renge NSFW

Hosts Staying Up All Night

Hosts’ Giving Sexual Hints

Hosts and Masturbation

Hosts Being Called Master

Which Song the Hosts Will Dance To

Hosts’ Preferred Positions

Hosts with Bratty Sub S/O

Hikaru’s Punishment Games

Hosts with Surfer Girlfriend

Which Song the Hosts Make Love To

Hosts’ Food Kink

Hosts with Male S/O and Petplay

Sub Takashi

Preferred Hair and Eye Color for Hosts

Hauhi and Anal Sex

Canon Mitsukuni and Sex

Hosts’ Thoughts on Goth Girls

Hosts’ and Preferred S/O Heights

Which Takashi is Best

Hosts’ and Essential Oil Play

Hosts and Sex in Tub

Kyoya and Shibari

Hosts and Public Sex

Hosts’ Reactions to Being Called Daddy/Mommy

Most Scandalous Thing Kaoru Can Do

Hosts in Spencer Gifts

Hosts and Semi-Public Foreplay

Which Hosts Have “Big Dick” Energy

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[rainbowshawn]

Red

A/N: This was requested a bunch so here’s some pure filth based around that damn suit. Also, just wanna give a lil thank you to my dear @didafull180​ for proofreading this and for her friendship in general. Thank you for making me feel so welcomed and understood, ilysm bb 💓

Summary: Shawn takes you to the Grammy’s and his suit lands you in a teasing war and a long night.

Warnings: smut (daddy kink, choking, etc), language, alcohol.

Word Count: 6.5k

Nervous energy pumps through your veins as you get ready for this year's Grammy’s. Watching Shawn get dressed was proving to be much more difficult than you had originally anticipated when you see the ruby red suit Tiff had picked out for him. Each piece of the suit fit him like a glove, accentuating his god-like figure. You squirm in the makeup chair, adjusting your short dress in a lousy attempt to distract yourself. You suddenly take interest in the pattern stitched into the skirt and fiddle the fabric between your fingers. You’re deep in thought as Shawn walks up behind you; now adorned in the luxurious red suit that had been tailored to fit him perfectly.

You jump at the feeling of his hands on your shoulders, eyes popping up to meet his in the mirror. You sigh and lean back into his touch as his warm hands begin to rub your tense shoulders. You feel his thumbs slowly work against the knots riddling your sore muscles, sending chills through your body.

“You okay, baby?” he inquires, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your cheek.

“Mhm,” you hum, smiling at him in the reflection of the mirror, “You look so handsome.”

His cheeks blush a deep shade of pink at your compliment and he scrunches his nose up with a chuckle. Even after all this time together, your words make his heartbeat quicken and make butterflies erupt in his tummy.

“Thank you, doll. You look absolutely breathtaking,” he kisses your cheek again, nuzzling into your neck in an attempt to hide his blushing face. “As usual. Can’t give me a break, hm?”

“Guess not,”

You giggle and turn to pout your lips out, requesting a kiss from the beautiful boy behind you. He gladly indulges you, pressing his pillowy soft lips against yours in a quick peck.

“Nervous?” he asks, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear as he looks into your eyes.

He knows your anxiety surrounding things like this; parties, events, etc,. You’ve always been a bit on the shy side and the chaotic energy at these gatherings was frequently a bit too much for you. But you put up with them for him. Honestly, you’d go to one every day if he asked you to. It wasn't often that you went to one and he knows your apprehension, so he tries his best to keep you comfortable.

“Mmm, a little bit,” you hum, eyeing him in the mirror with a smirk, “I’m just eager to get you home tonight,”

He scoffs playfully and kisses your cheek again, moving out of your makeup artist's way so she can finish up your lipstick.

“Patience, babe. Still got the entire show and afterparty left,” he giggles, shoving his hands in his pockets as he walks to return back to his stylist.

You two get separated for a moment as the makeup artists come back to put their final touches on you. You catch his eyes in the mirror as his stylist works his hair a bit and you share a sweet smile, biting your lip as you watch his gorgeous curls bounce into place. Your mind travels to the thought of your fingers getting tangled in those chocolate curls while he kisses up your thighs and you have to remind yourself to take a deep breath of composure as you continue to get ready.

-

The ceremony seems to drag on and on as your mind fixates on Shawn. You eye his muscular thighs through his tight red slacks and bite your lip. Your eyes trail up his form to his face and you observe the breathtaking features adorning it. His lips are closed in a small smile as he laughs at the host's joke and a low chuckle rumbles out of his toned chest. You don't take notice, but as your attention returns to the show, his shifts to you. His eyes trail up your legs to your breasts slowly, taking in your beautiful figure before his eyes meet yours. He smiles bashfully, returning his attention to the show. His focus on the host suddenly falters as your hand slips onto his thigh and you nuzzle your face into his neck.

He presses a kiss to your forehead and murmurs, “Okay, lovey?”

You nod slowly, biting at your lip as you begin to rub your thumb back and forth across his thigh. He sighs but doesn’t think too much of it as he leans back in his chair, opening his legs a little wider. You smirk into his neck, shifting to kiss his warm cheek as a breathy giggle escapes your lungs.

Your hand moves a little higher, catching his attention. His lip sneaks between his teeth and his pulse quickens as he watches your hand palm his thigh, suddenly catching onto your little game. He bites.

“Whatcha doin’ there, babygirl?” he hums in your ear; grabbing your hand off his thigh and moving his free hand over to your thigh instead. Your breath hitches and you sit up a bit straighter as his hand ghosts up your thigh, returning the same treatment back to you.

“Something wrong?” he whispers with a small smirk on his face, toying with you. You shake your head, huffing a bit as you redirect your attention back to the show and off of his teasing.

-

After the ceremony, you’re quickly shuffled into a black car and taken to the bustling afterparty. You’re tucked securely into Shawn’s side as you make your way through the crowd. You make a few pit stops along your way to the bar, stopping to talk to a few celebrities that approached Shawn.

Once you had a few drinks in you, Shawn was deep in conversation with his friends at the booth they had reserved at the club. You’re a bit spaced out; off in a dreamland as you stare at him across the table. His ruby suit is fitted perfectly to his toned body and the white shirt underneath is unbuttoned just enough for you to see the light dusting of hair on his chest peeking out. Your eyes watch his large hands wrap around his drink, veins protruding under the skin. His hair is tousled perfectly and there’s a pink tint across his defined cheeks.

You want to jump across the table and latch onto him in front of everyone. You want him to take you right here, right now. But unfortunately, you’re learning a lesson in self-control tonight. Shawn catches your gaze and quirks his brows up at the hungry look in your eyes.

“What’s that look for?” he mutters over the music, chuckling at your tangible desire. The rest of the table is completely enamored by the story Niall is telling and you take their distraction as an opportunity to mess with Shawn a bit.

You shrug, biting your lip and smirking at the gorgeous man in front of you. Your foot bumps against his calf and you reach your hand across the table, prompting his hand to rest in yours. He raises your hand to his lips, where he presses a soft kiss to your knuckles as his eyes maintain intense contact with yours. You wink and pull your hand back to rest in your lap.

Shawn’s attention goes back to Niall’s story, and you watch as he fiddles with the next button on his shirt. His long fingers pop his shirt open one more notch, revealing even more of his chest and you squint at him as he smirks while glaring at you from the corner of his eye.

Tease. Two can play that game.

After a few more stories were exchanged across the table, everyone moved out to the dance floor. Shawn had grabbed you another rum and coke and you were a little past tipsy at this point. You giggle up at him as he grabs your hips and sways you to the beat of the song blasting through the room. He has a goofy smile plastered across his face as the two of you dance together.

He grabs your free hand, pulling you into a spin that makes your back crash against his chest. His body feels firm behind you and his breath tickles your neck, sending chills down your spine. His hands fall to your hips and give you a small squeeze as you wiggle your butt into him to the beat of the song. His eyes fall to your ass and he has to fight to hold back a groan as he watches you grind into him. Your short dress is barely covering the swell of your ass and he knows that one simple move could leave you exposed for him.

“You’re playing with fire, dear,” he whispers into your ear as you press against him.

“I know.”

His chest is burning with desire, warming his skin all the way up to his face. He feels all the blood rush south at your nonchalant response; as turned on by your bratty attitude as ever. But he’s too headstrong to give in to you so easily. Too prideful to let you win.

“I’m gonna go get another drink,” he says calmly, pulling away from you easily. “Want anything?”

You turn around in surprise, wrapping your arms around his neck in an attempt to keep him with you. You let out a little huff and shoot a pouty glare at him. He looks into your grumpy eyes for a moment, waiting for your response and simply shrugs when you stay silent.

“Guess not,” he sings casually, brushing your hands off and escaping into the crowd. You huff and roll your eyes at his disappearing figure.

You’re alone for a few minutes, wandering aimlessly around the party, sipping on the remnants of your drink before you spot Shawn sitting back at the empty booth. In his fist is another beer and he’s casually sat in the dark room. You hesitate for a moment, bouncing on your toes before sauntering over to where he’s sat across the room.

You’re led confidently by the alcohol intoxicating your system and you walk slowly over to him, adding an exaggerated sway to your hips. He spots you out of the corner of his eye and peers over, watching your hips in a trance-like state. He sips his drink casually with a raised eyebrow.

“How’s it goin’, sweet pea?” he asks, blatantly ignoring your obvious desire. His lips are turned into a smirk as you move in front of him, knocking his knees with your shin, prompting him to open them up. You stand between his legs and rest your hands on his shoulders. He stares up at you with his soft hazel eyes and licks his lips expectantly. Your heartbeat skips as you see his tongue slide out, only to disappear after leaving a slight sheen on his lips.

“Can we go home?” you whine, caressing his rosy cheeks with your thumb, “My feet hurt,”

“Mmm, no can do babygirl,” he tuts, rubbing your hips gently with his palms, “Still got a few more people to talk to. You’ll live,”

“Stoooop,” you whine, pouting down at him as you knit your fingers into the curls at the nape of his neck.

“Stop what?” he hums, leaning forward to press a kiss right below your belly button. His eyes stay fixed on yours as his lips press into you and you roll yours at him.

“Stop acting like you don’t want me. I see how you’ve been looking at me all night,”

He hums, barely audible over the music pumping through the room, “Oh, believe me, I do.”

You bend over to hover over him, making sure he takes notice of your breasts spilling over your dress. Your lips ghost over his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

“Then meet me in the bathroom.”

His heart rattles in his chest as he watches you saunter away, swaying your hips and putting him in a trance. Thoughts of you bent over for him cloud his mind and he swears it’s like tunnel vision. A spell washes over him and he swears it’s like he blinks and he’s rapping his knuckles against the door to the single-person bathroom.

After mere seconds, the door swings open and your hand grabs ahold of his shirt and tugs him inside. In an instant, he has you backed up against the wall with a thud. His lips are aggressive against yours, fighting for dominance. It’s all teeth and tongue as your hands grab at each other eagerly.

His hands drift down to cup your ass, squeezing aggressively. You moan into his lips and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues collide, swirling around each other and fighting for dominance.

Shawn is quick to pick you up and set you on the counter. You’re perfectly eye level with him now and you bite your lip as you stare into his hazel eyes that were now glazed over with pure lust.

“Couldn’t wait for me, doll?” he teases, toying with you.

“Not when you’re dressed like this,” you reply, tugging on the jacket of his suit.

“Got you all bothered, hm?”

“Mhm,” you hum as you feel his long fingers trace up the insides of your thighs. Your legs twitch under his touch and he feels your warm breath shudder against his skin as you kiss his neck.

“Want me to take you in this bathroom like a little slut?” he whispers as his fingers inch towards your panties.

“God, please,” you whine, finally feeling relieved at the thought of getting what you’ve wanted all night.

His fingers hook into the sides of your panties under your dress and tug them down your legs slowly. Shawn is quick to toss the lacy material to the side and you smirk as you watch his eyes bulge out of his head as you lean back on your palms, spreading your legs wide for him. He feels all his blood run south and he throbs achingly in his pants at the sight of your soaked core. His breath shudders and he’s attached back to your lips in an instant.

Your head spins as his kiss intoxicates you. His hands are gripping at the fabric bunched up around your hips and a groan leaves your mouth as you feel his fingers gravitate towards your aching center. Your breath hitches as his fingers finally swipe up your slit.

“This what you wanted, princess?” he teases, loving the small sounds you’re releasing for him. Only him.

You nod, eyes squeezed shut as his fingers swirl around your clit. Your leg twitches slightly as he toys with your sensitive nub and his breath brushes across your neck. You feel a nip at your skin when his fingers travel just a bit lower, settling at your leaking entrance. His head pulls back, moving to look at you. His free hand grabs your jaw, squeezing your cheeks lightly and moving your turned head to look at him. He feels your burning hot cheeks underneath the tips of his fingers and he smirks at the sight of you already fucked for him.

“Open your eyes for me, dove,” he whispers, gripping your face a bit tighter as he teases your entrance.

Your eyes flutter open only to be met with his dark eyes staring back at you. His eyes portray exactly what mood he’s in and you shudder under his gaze. His eyes bore into yours as he suddenly stuffs two digits deep inside of your walls. You jaw goes slack, eyebrows knitting together as he smirks at you, tugging his fingers in and out of you slowly.

“Fuck,” he sighs at the sounds of your moans meeting his ears, “Feel good, baby? This what you wanted?”

“Mhm, feels so fucking good, Shawn,” you whine, gripping onto his gorgeous suit jacket.

“Mmm, what was that?”

“D-daddy,” you correct yourself quickly, recognizing your mistake immediately. Your hand wraps around his wrist, making sure he doesn’t stop the pleasure he’s giving you as he thrusts his digits inside of you.

“Mmm, that’s what I thought.” he hums, feeling his member ache against his thigh as your walls clench around his fingers.

He decides to step it up a notch, kneeling onto the floor in front of the counter you’re perched upon. You’re not given even a brief moment to process his actions before his tongue is lapping at your clit while his fingers thrust deeper inside of you.

There’s no containing your moans now as he works every nerve in your body. The music pumping through the club drowns you out but your whines echo through the small bathroom. The sounds send sensual jolts straight to his cock and he can’t resist palming himself through his pants as he pleases you.

“Fuck, daddy,” you pant, threading your fingers through his hair, “Don’t stop.”

His tongue circles your clit before flicking at it furiously. His lips wrap around your sensitive nub and suck lightly, releasing you with a pop. Your back leans against the cold mirror and your legs clench around his head, holding him in place.

A hum leaves his lips as he tastes you, sending vibrations through your bundle of nerves. You can tell that you’re dripping down his fingers and you shift to gaze down at him as he works you. He senses your movement and his eyes flicker open, looking back at you.

Your heart flutters in your chest as you see his glazed over eyes boring into yours. A small smirk creeps onto his lips as he laps at your entrance. Your neck cranes back again when you feel his free hand spread you open even wider for him.

“D-daddy, I’m gonna cum,” you whine, attempting to shut your legs but he keeps them pressed apart with his palms.

He hums against you, sucking at your sensitive nub. His fingers thrust quickly in and out of you mechanically. The coil in your tummy is building up and you’re right on the edge of your release when a sudden knock on the door disrupts your bliss.

Shawn’s head pops up, smirking at you. Your jaw is still hanging open as your core throbs around his fingers.

“S-Shawn, wait,” you whine as you watch him shift, standing up and pulling his fingers out of you. Your center throbs around nothing, aching worse now than before.

“Sorry, doll,” he teases, looking at you innocently, “Don’t wanna keep them waiting, hm?”

There’s practically fumes coming out of your ears as he pulls you off the counter and onto your shaking legs. You stare at him in disbelief, unable to even think straight, as he adjusts the skirt of your dress. You watch as he picks up your lacy panties, pocketing them in his suit jacket.

“Seriously?” you huff, shooting him a glare.

“Dead serious.” he shrugs, opening up the door and walking back into the party.

You return back to the party, to your dismay. Shawn is casually back on the dance floor, talking to his friends. He’s successfully tucked himself into his pants, concealing his arousal from the rest of the party. He’s stood casually, hand in his pocket as he laughs over the music. You huff and cross the floor to where he is.

He observes your sour face and he chuckles at the sight of you so flustered. His arm wraps around your waist and tugs you into his body. You hold back a groan as you feel him press into you and you whine into his ear as he hugs you.

“Stooop,” you pout, stomping your foot in a tantrum, “You’re being mean.”

“Mmm, and you’re being a brat,” he tuts, kissing your cheek.

“No m’not,” you grumble, furrowing your eyebrows together.

“No?”

“Mm mm,” you hum, wrapping your arms around his neck and tangling your fingers in his curls.

His lips peck yours, leaving you unsatisfied and wanting more. You fiddle with his hair and pull out your best pouty face. His two weaknesses.

“Please, baby,” you whine, moving your hands to rub his sturdy chest, “Take me home. I’ll be so good for you.”

You watch him as he sighs and you know you’re cracking him.

“Don’t you want to make me feel good?”

His eyes are trained on your chest and his hands wrap gently around your wrists. His gaze flickers to your lips and he bites at his own as his wall slowly cracks.

“Come on,” you pout, gazing up at him innocently, “I’m practically dripping down my legs for you.”

He hesitates, squinting his eyes at you as he takes in your desperate attempts to swoon him. His eyes dance around the room for a moment before he lets out a sigh.

“Fine,” he sings, grabbing ahold of your waist, “Just know you’re in for a long night, princess.”

“Good.”

-

After a seemingly never-ending ride home, you make your way up to your shared apartment. The moment you step through the door, you feel Shawn’s hands grip your waist, pushing you against the wall and attaching his lips to yours as he kicks the door shut. Your lips mold together easily and you both groan into the kiss at the contact.

His lips hungrily press against yours, moving in time together. His hands wander across your body, sliding from your waist to your ass, cupping it before snaking them under your dress where he feels your bare skin. He moans when he remembers your skimpy panties that were tucked away in his pocket.

His hand cups your jaw, pushing your face to the side so he could nip at the skin on your neck. You shudder as you feel his breath fanning down your neck as he nips and sucks at you.

“Mmm, my gorgeous girl,” he hums, sucking a red mark into your skin, “my gorgeous, bratty little girl.”

You whine, tugging at his hair a bit as his hands knead your ass.

“If you’re gonna act like a brat, you’re gonna get treated like a brat,” he tuts, pulling away from you and watching your needy eyes, “Clear?”

“Mhm,” you nod, rubbing at his chest as his hips press into you.

He smirks and a yelp escapes your lips as he suddenly picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. He starts trailing to your bedroom, landing a harsh slap against your ass as the two of you giggle.

He sets you back down on your feet as you reach the doorway. He keeps his eyes trained on yours as he walks to the bed, leaving you standing in the doorway. He plops down on the bed, leaning back on his palms expectantly. That cocky smirk is plastered all over his face as he realizes he has you right where he wants you.

You saunter over to him slowly, watching his eyes rake up your body as he admires all your curves and edges. Once you’re stood in front of him, your arms wrap around his shoulders as you slot your legs on either side of him, straddling his body. He sighs at the feeling of your weight settling in his lap and he crashes his lips against yours again.

As your lips dance his hands move up your thighs, bunching your dress up around your waist. His hands fall to your ass where he squeezes, making a moan tumble from your mouth into his. Tickling heat his left under your skin in the wake of his hands' path and you’re wrapped right around his finger.

Your hips have settled on top of the painfully hard bulge in his pants and the feeling of him underneath you has you squirming for any type of relief. Your hips rut into his, grinding against him to feel the divine friction from his pants on your bare care. He hums into your mouth and grabs your hips, helping you work yourself over his lap.

“Gonna make a mess on my new suit, princess?” he asks, smirking as he feels your wet core seeping through the fabric.

“M’sorry I just want you so bad,” you whisper, leaning your face into his shoulder as he rocks you back and forth.

“Yeah?” he teases, feeling you nod into his shoulder, “Gonna be a good girl and listen to daddy?”

“Mhm.”

“Good.” he hums, pulling you by your hair to look at him. “Take off my clothes.”

Excitement trickles through your veins and you snake your shaking hands under his red suit jacket, pushing it off of his shoulders and tossing it to the side.

“This suit is so fucking sexy,” you mutter in disbelief of the man in front of you. “Been wanting to take it off of you all night.”

“You got your wish, hm?” he hums, watching you peel his vest off and starting working at the buttons on his white shirt.

You make quick work of the shirt and toss it aside, pushing him to lay on the bed. You slide off of him and undo the button and zipper of his pants, tugging them down his legs. Chills run down his spine at the feeling of your hands peeling his clothes off and he watches you in amazement. He’s left in only his tight boxers and you’re practically drooling at the tent inside of them.

“Can I?” you whisper, picking up and snapping the elastic band against his hip bone.

“Go ahead,” he gives you permission easily, watching as your eyes fixate on his package.

His thick member pops out of the fabric, slapping against his stomach with a dull thud. It takes everything in your power to hold yourself back from grabbing him, but somehow you will yourself to wait for permission.

“C’mere,” he mutters, wiggling his fingers at you. You stand back up and crawl up his body until you’re straddling him again. “Wanna get you out of this dress.”

You bite your lip as his fingers ghost the hem of your sparkling dress, tugging at the fabric. He slowly peels the dress off of you, discarding it on the floor. Your nipples pearl when the cold air hits your skin and Shawn’s hands immediately cup your bare breasts, tweaking your buns between his fingers. You rut your hips into his at the feeling of his calloused fingers pinching you and you moan when you feel his length slide between your wet slit.

In an instant, he flips you over, hovering over you as he presses his hips into yours. He revels in the sound of your whimpers as his length grazes your clit and he feels himself throb against you.

“What, baby?”

“Shawn, please,” you plead, overwhelmed at the sensation, “Please fuck me,”

He tuts, grabbing your face in his strong hand, “Now, dear, we know that’s not what you call me. Don’t make me spank your ass red.”

“M’sorry, daddy,” you correct, “Please,”

“I’m not done having my fun, sweet girl.”

You whine as his lips begin to suck at your neck, turning the soft skin purple. His hands are trailing your thighs, pushing your knees to the bed to spread you open for him.

He peels away from you, glancing down at your open core.

“Gonna be a good girl and keep your legs open for daddy?” he asks, palming your inner thighs.

“Mhmmm,” you whine, nodding furiously as your heart thumps in anticipation.

His fingers tease your lips, denying you the satisfaction of real touch. You squirm under him for a second, taking a deep breath as you make sure your legs stay pried open. Shawn senses your effort and decides to divulge you after a long night of waiting. You’re ready.

His fingers suddenly sink into you, to your surprise. Your jaw falls open, surprise lacing your face as his fingers begin to thrust in and out immediately. Sticky sounds meet your ears as his fingers bury themselves deep in your seeping mound. The sounds send pulses to his cock and he uses his free hand to give himself a squeeze. Your back arches as his fingers curl inside of you, searching for that particular spongy spot.

“You’re so tight and it’s just my fingers, my love” he murmurs, pumping you to his knuckles, “My cock is gonna fuckin destroy you.”

You whimper at his filthy words, holding your legs open as his fingers hook into you. He watches his fingers disappear into your tiny, wet hole and his mind wonders how he could ever fit inside of you. God, he wants to wreck you.

His eyes catch yours and you watch as his pretty mouth lowers to meet your clit, pressing sloppy kisses against your sensitive button. Your breath hitches and heat burns at your cheeks as his tongue picks up where it left off in that small bathroom earlier.

Your fingers snake into his hair as his tongue fiddles with your hood, pulling harshly. He moans onto you, sending vibrations through you. Your toes curl at the feeling of his wet tongue slipping across your slit and your back curves off of the mattress.

“Taste like heaven,” he whispers, pulling back to admire you again. His admiration lasts only a moment before he dives his glistening chin back down, sucking at you harshly.

“Pretty pussy’s all mine, hm?”

“Fuck- it’s yours, daddy,” you choke out, feeling your walls tighten around his fingers.

“Gonna cum all over daddy’s face? Gonna give it to me?”

His fingers start rocking into you furiously, making sloshing sounds as you near your high. Your head raises off the bed as his lips suck at you, hurdling you towards your release.

“I can feel you throbbing, baby. That little cunt wants to cum, doesn’t it?”

You whimper, slamming your head back down, wiggling around aimlessly as you throb around his fingers. The coil deep in your tummy snaps as he works you through your mind-boggling high. Cries tumble out of your lips and into his ears and he swears it’s the gospel to him.

It’s almost too much for you to handle, but his arm across your stomach holds your hips in place as he slows his pace down. He hums against you, pressing kisses against your red hot center before he shifts to hover over you.

“You look so beautiful coming undone for me,”

His lips meet yours again but this time you taste yourself on them. You whine at the fleshy taste as his tongue swirls around yours. He pulls back after a moment, gripping your jaw in his hand.

“Think I should rough you up for your behavior tonight,” he says lowly, “What do you think, lovey?”

“Oh god- yes,” you pant as he takes his length in his hand, pressing the head against your swollen clit.

“Need you to beg for it, babygirl,” his voice teases, playing with your vulnerable state.

“Please,” you whisper, barely able to use your voice as your body shakes underneath his touch.

His fingers move lower, wrapping around your neck, squeezing lightly.

“Please, what? If you don’t tell me, Daddy gets to do what he wants all night,” he says matter of factly.

You’re putty in his hands as a small bite of pressure builds up in your head. Your hand wraps around his fist and you bite your sore lips as you stare into his hungry eyes.

“I want your cock in my pussy— I want you to stretch me out and make me cum around you, daddy.” you tug is face down to yours, pleading with your eyes.

“Please fuck me,” you mutter, using what little bit of breath you have, “Make it hurt. Fucking destroy me.”

His tip sinks into you immediately, stretching your tiny hole out, mercilessly. You help loudly as his length pops inside of you. The pressure of you wrapped around him makes the breath leave his lungs and he watches in wonder as you arch your back on the bed.

You’re given no time to adjust as he slams in and out of you ruthlessly. His pace is blistering and unfaltering and you have no control over the sounds leaving your mouth. Your body bounces against his as his hips slam into you.

“God, fuck, that’s my dirty girl,” he moans, thrusting deep inside of you, “got such a dirty little mouth for me, hm? If I wasn’t buried in this little pussy, I’d fuck your pretty mouth.”

Your head lulls back as euphoria drips through your veins. The tug of his thick length pulling out of you burns in the most beautiful way and you whine as he hits all the right spots deep within you. He knows your body like the back of his hand and he knows just how to make you come undone for him.

His pace doesn’t slip up a bit as he ruts roughly into you. Your eyes are rolled back in your head as a smack lands across your ass. A surprised yelp tumbles out and he holds you in place when you jump.

“Like being roughed up?” he teases, smacking you again.

“I fucking love it, daddy,” you whine, almost losing it as you watch him spit on your bare pussy, letting it drip into the bed. “Fuck”

“Such a little slut,” he grunts, voice shaking as he pounds into you, “Can’t go a second without my attention?”

His cock throbs as he remembers your teasing throughout the night. You were so filthy for him, always desperate and needy. He loves it. He loves you.

“What got you so bothered, princess?”

“Y-your suit,” you whine, choking out the words as his hand wraps around your throat even tighter. “you’re so fucking sexy, daddy.”

He smirks, crashing his lips against yours sloppily. His fingers move to rub your clit, working you even harder as your legs wrap around his waist. You feel his hot skin against yours as he presses into you deeply.

He breaks away from you, grabbing your ankles and folding you so your knees meet the bed above your shoulders. His thrusts pick back up, regaining speed quickly. Senseless words tumble from your lips and you know you aren’t making any sense but you’re too fucked to care.

“Take it, baby. Let daddy stuff you,” he grunts, slamming into you, “Take all of me.”

His mind swirled at the thought of your little hole stretching out to fit him and he whines at the feeling of you clenching around him. Sweat trickles down his forehead as his thrusts ran into the backs of your thighs and his abs burn at the effort.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum, oh my god,” you whine, feeling the familiar bubbling deep in your stomach.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he murmurs, brushing your hair behind your ear as he feels you drip down his length, “Give it to me,”

“C-choke me again,” you beg, grabbing his wrist, “Please,”

His fingers wrap around your neck and squeeze the sides, giving you the bliss you were searching for. His hips ram ruthlessly into yours, pushing his length impossibly deeper inside of you as his fingers swirl your clit.

“Come on, babygirl,” he grunts, “Cum for me, cum on daddy’s cock.”

It only takes a few more deep thrusts until you’re spasming on his length. He grunts, burying his face in your neck and breathing in your scent as your walls fluttered around him. You’re a screaming mess beneath him, panting as you embraced your earth-shattering high.

“That’s my pretty girl, so fucking good for me.”

His hips keep up, faltering slightly as your walls clench around him tightly. You’re still breathing deeply, determined to get him to the same high you experienced.

“Gonna say thank you, princess?”

“Thank you, daddy!” you cry out as he slams into you. His hand is still wrapped around your throat and he groans at the sight of your cheeks getting redder and redder.

“Love taking cock, don’t you? Love when I fill you up?”

“I fucking love it,” you whine, feeling his thrusts, “I want you to cum in me - please,”

“F-fuck, I’ll give you anything you want, princess.” he groans in your ear as his pace falters.

His hips meet yours in brutal thrusts for a few more moments before he finally spurts inside of you. His brows knit together as he comes undone and his jaw falls slack. His body trembles in unison with yours and you grab at each other aimlessly.

“Oh, fuck,” little whimpers leave his lips as his body comes down from his euphoric state.

His hands rub up and down your waist, soothing your tired body. His head cranes back for a moment before he pulls out of you with a hiss. You whimper when he slips all the way out of you, suddenly feeling empty. He places his hands beside you, sinking his weight into them and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll be right back,” he murmurs, rolling off the bed and making his way to the bathroom. He returns with a cloth and taps your knees open.

You squirm under his touch as he swipes away the mess between your legs. He smiles down at you, lovingly; still blissed our from moments before.

He disappears for another moment, discarding the cloth before making his way to the closet and pulling out a t-shirt for you and a fresh pair of panties. He sets the clothing on the edge of the bed as he slips into a new pair of black boxers. You watch with a small smile on your face and sit up as he approaches you.

“Arms up, lovey.” he murmurs, slinging your shirt over your body.

He helps you into your underwear and slips behind you in the bed. You shudder as you feel his fingers brush your hair back from your face; pulling it into a ponytail. You hum as he finishes and presses a kiss to the back of your neck.

“I love you,” he whispers, pulling you to lay beside him. His warm body spoons yours and you smile as you feel his soft breath on your neck.

“Love you more,” you reply back, kissing his hand that was intertwined with yours.

“Mm mm,” he hums, “not possible.”

You lay in silence for a few more moments, embracing the feeling of him littering tiny kisses across your shoulder and neck before he speaks again,

“My suit really got you that worked up?” he asks, voice quirking up towards the end.

“Mhm,” you hum, eyes closed as sleep threatens to pull you under, “You look gorgeous in red, babe.”

“Guess I’ll have to wear it more often if it means you’ll love on me like that,”

“Guess so,”

#shawn mendes imagine #Shawn mendes #shawn mendes x you #shawn mendes fic #Shawn Mendes blurb #Shawn Mendes fanfiction

[stardancerluv]

A Time When You Needed Roman

Summary: you get one piece of bad news after another, Roman comforts you in his own way.

Warning: Dommy!Roman, teasing, beginnings of fingering.

Arthur’s Note: Tonight, I was actually working on Jerome’s new chapter but I got very frustrating and bad news. It has left me with worry. So I stopped writing Jerome and seeked out the comfort Roman could give. Enjoy!

Takes place within months of Creative Fervor’s final chapter!

Usually, Roman was the one who was moody or even down right temperamental. You or Victor would be there to bring him down from the brink of an angry outburst. Many a people still had their faces or even lives because you talked him back. Of course, there was the rare occasion, when you fully encouraged him.

You were far from perfect, you were very well aware of who you had fallen hard for, Roman Sionis.

He was a force of his own. People feared and loved him. People desired and were disgusted by him. To you, he was your world. Together, you continued to grow into the relationship you shared.

Today, was not your day. You had woken up feeling fine. But then, it went down hill from there. You were ready to face the blank canvas in your studio. After sitting down, your personal number rang.

Sighing, you got up. “Hello?”

“Is this Y/N who was hired to design..”Things grew muffled.

“Hello?”

“Sorry about that,” The voice was clear once again. “Were you hired to design an infinity chair?”

“Yes, for Mr. Edward Enigma.”

“Hello, I am his lawyer. We lost the case, so for the next six to twelve months he will be away in Arkham. If he gets out for good behavior, we will be in touch.”

“Oh, he really thought this was open and shut.”

“We both did.” You heard the lawyer sigh. “Well, not to hold you up any further, we’ll be in touch.”

“Alright, thank you.”

You out the phone back on its cradle.

Stretching, you rolled your eyes. You knew he was bad news, far too many riddles.

Sitting, back down grabbing one of your pencils, now you could start your day.

But then, the shrill ringtone you reserved for Harley filled your studio.

Closing your eyes, you shook her head.

“Yes, Harley?”

“Hi Dolly.”

You rolled your eyes. “What’s on your mind?”

“Well, you see Puddin wants to go a different route with our um place.”

You gritted your teeth before speaking. “Does be want to reschedule?”

“He actually doesn’t he said we only redecorated a year ago and he still likes it.”

“Ahh. Well, that’s ok.”

“Will you be with Romy tonight.”

“Yes.”

“Great, I will buy a drink tonight. Maybe we can discuss my room in our place.” You heard some muffled sounds.

“Alright, see you tonight.” Getting up, you pushed your stool away.

You were seething. You were supposed to help them from top to bottom. Now, the prince of crime was having second thoughts. Fuck him.

You stormed over to Roman’s off. He was hanging over some maps. Your steps, creaked as you walked in. He looked your way, his hair not styled back with his pomade, fell softly into his face.

“Do not offer Harley or that asshole Joker any free drinks tonight.”

“Alright, good. They are two black holes.”

Turning, on a heal you walked out. You were such a horrible mixture of emotions. You could cry, you could scream but instead you shook. You walked back to your studio. Right now you needed your music. You would blare it and then see how you felt. Such, this was the fickle lifestyle of an artist.

You were grateful for Roman at these moments yet there was still that part of you that was incredibly independent and you hated having lean against him during these times.

You stepped a a few steps into your studio and you shook with annoyance and feeling so helpless.

Two arms came around you, instinctively you put up a small fight. “Baby.” His voice was soft and even. “Don’t fight. Let me hold you.” You took a breath, the timber of his voice chipped away at the walls, that you had just built around to feel better.

His hands wrapped around your wrists and unwound your arms that you had not even realized you had wrapped tightly around yourself. “There you go.” He encouraged as you continued to breathe.

Simply, he just held you.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” He asked sometime later.

You nodded, you could feel as his hold on you then loosened up. Turning, you met his eyes, then nestled in his throat.

“First, Enigma canceled on me.” You finally told Roman. “He’s going away for a bit. So that job got canceled.”

“Harley called shortly afterward. That big job, they gave me? Poof all gone.”

“Bastard.” Roman’s mouth took a sharp line, then his eyes met yours and they burned with an idea. You were sure of it. “Baby, do remember that originally, I was supposed to hire you and woo you?” He raised his eyebrows, in a way he knew you found irresistible.

“I remember.”

“Well, I am hiring you Ms. Y/N will you please accompany me to my office? I would like to share with you, my vision.”

“Roman...”

“I’m serious. It’s about time I have one of your pieces.” He ushered you into his office. “May, I grab you a drink? Perhaps a piece of chocolate or perhaps me?” He smirked.

You chuckled, and a smile replaced the smirk that was splashed across his face. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” Hs went and leaned against his desk.

“But Mr. Sionis, if I am to work for you it would be so unethical for you to offer yourself to me.”

“Baby, do I ever follow the rules?”

“No.”

“Exactly.

*****

Sometime, later you back in your studio, you were drawing away. You would design Roman the absolute best chair. Your mood had significantly improved.

Distantly, sometime later you heard something but couldn’t place it. You ignored it and kept on working. Then the sweet and savory scent of food tickled your nose.

Looking, over you smiled. “Roman, really?”

He shrugged holding onto a tray filled with some of your favorite things to enjoy for brunch.

“I need you to be well fed.” He put the tray down on a small table near the two of you. Putting down your pencil, you went over and grabbed a croissant. Giving, him a softly demure look. Before, pure relish filled you as you took a bite. It was perfect, crusty outside and soft warm center.

You paused mid bite, “Oh, Roman, did Anton, make these fresh?”

He smiled. “Consider, this me wooing you.”

“Well, then you can consider me won over.” You went over and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”

You whispered.

He smirked. “So wouldn’t be nice to scandalize Joker and Harley by not even permitting them into my club?”

“I’d love that but are you sure?” You finished you croissant and slipped your arms under his suit jacket.

He looked down at you, his blue eyes were filled with mischief. “They broke a contract with you.” He shrugged, “Plus, I’ve been thinking of a reason worthy to say, my club, my rules to them.”

“Can I hang off you while you say it to them?”

“Will you wear the purple little number for me as well?”

You smiled up at him, “Anything, for you.” You ran your finger through his black hair. “Would you like it, if I wore my stockings with the garter belts.”

His eyes lit up as his lips curled into a smile. “I might have to reach under the dress and snap them.”

The idea immediately made your stomach churn with excitement. Going, on your tip toes, you grazed your lips on his throat. “I certainly hope you do.”

*****

Sitting at your vanity, you slipped on one silky thigh high and then the other. Standing and making sure everything was even and laid just the right way, you carefully then affixed them with the garter. You turned, you inspected yourself they were a bit of work but they looked good. Wiggling, just so you slipped your bee purple dress on.

This time, you could not resist twirling. When you stopped, you met Roman’s reflection in the mirror. He whistled. “Look at you,” he beckoned you to him. Happily, you did reaching under the short hem of the dress, his gloved hands grabbed onto your ass and he held you to him. “Fuck, you look beautiful.”

You looked at him, as demurely as you could. “So yes?”

“Yes.” He growled.

******

His gloved hand rested on your thigh since the two of you came down from the penthouse. He gave you a squeeze. Which was already a little over an hour.

“Roman, Y/N” Victor grimaced, scratching the back of his head. “Joe, needs you. Joker and Harley are demanding a word.”

Roman, slid you a look. “Ready?”

You smiled. “Yes.”

Getting up, he smoothed himself then held out a hand. You took it. He moved easily with you through the Saturday, night crowd. Most knew to move out of the way and those that didnmt simply did since it was the polite thing to do.

He had made sure to tell Joe and the others to keep them outside. Once, outside he smiled ready seeing a rather annoyed Joker and flustered Harley. He wrapped a tight around your middle.

He looked them up and down, before turning to Joe. “Is there a problem?”

Joe, sighed. “They would like to come in.”

“Oh! I see.”

Joker, gestured at Joe and then him. “What is going on here, Roman?”

“Nothing actually, was there something you needed?” Roman, ran his fingers through his hair. “I do have some guests to attend to.”

Harley, looked at you. “Are we not having a drink tonight?”

You tightened your arm around Roman. “Guess not.”

She looked at him. “Romy?”

“Yeah?”

Joker laughed. “Roman, cut it out. Let us in.”

Roman, looked down at you. He enjoyed the radiant smile you gave him back. “It’s my club and I really don’t care to have you two in there tonight.” He made a dismissive gesture with his hand. “Good night.”

“Roman Sionis,” Joker practically growled. “You’ll regret this.”

Roman, didn’t even bother to look back.

“Oh, that was so much fun.” Delight gave your voice a sweet ring to it.

“It was.” Roman glanced around, the he placed a hand on either knee. “Baby, make me happy. Draw your the skirt of your dress back just enough, that I can see your garters.”

“Roman, I was half joking.” You practically whimpered and rubbed your thighs together.

“I wasn’t.” His tone, took a firmness he had yet to hear you bot obey.

Now, you were the one whose eyes glanced around. He smiled and squeezed your knees as you rose the skirt of your dress.

The softest of your thighs was exposed to him, he drew his hands up. Though gloved, he could still feel the softness.

He dipped his fingers under the first garter. He once again heard as you inhaled. Pulling back just enough he heard as it snapped back along with the most delicious sound from you. Happily, he did for a second time and once again, he was rewarded with the sound you made.

This was far from the last time he enjoyed playing with your garters that evening.

Much, much later when the club was shadowy and the entertainment had long since left for the day. The people who came and partied had left, even Victor had retired to his quarters up stairs; only you and him remained.

“Baby, come here and sit in my lap but keep your back to me.”

“Alright.”

He said a little straighter and the he enjoyed the pleasure of your weight in his lap. He longer played coy. He pulled your dress up, so only just enough of cover your sweet soft center.

He caressed your thighs opening. “Imagine if I did this while people were not so far dancing, drinking...” Pressing a kiss just behind your ear. He could feel that your pulse was quick.

When he snapped the garters the sharp sound echoed and bounced off the empty club’s wallls.

“Mm, baby.” He purred. “What do I do to you?”

He caressed your inner thighs. Drifting upward, he stopped and heard you whimper at sudden absence of his touch.

Inhaling, he kissed then sank his teeth into your bare shoulder while his hand now free of its glove teased at your wetness. As you felt his teeth, you moved just enough that his fingers could feel the wetness that had been growing.

“Shall I touch your deeper?”

@darling-i-read-it @spn-obsessed-dean @vintagemichelle91 @xxxeatyourh3artoutxxx @ewanfuckingmcgregor @zodiyack @angel98624 @frenchgirlinlondon @nebulastarr @emyliabernstein @thepeachreads @itsknife2meetu @theblackmaskclub @omghappilyuniquebouquetlove @nomnomnomnamja @poe-kadot26 @top-rumbelle-fan @babydoll97 @hazel-nuss @vcat55 @feelthemadnessinside @rosionis @queenofgotham800 @brookisbi @peachthatdrinkslemonade @johallzy @foreverhockeytrash @frostypenguinoz @rentskenobi @starwarsslytherin @proffesionalclown @chogisss @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @shantellorraine @xxinvisiblexx @pooshnulooshnu

#roman sionis x you #roman sionis imagine #roman sionis x reader #roman sionis x y/n #ewan mcgregor #bop #black mask #birds of prey #black mask x y/n #black mask fanfiction #black mask x you #black maks x reader #a time when you needed roman

[pixiegrl]

hi em!!! 💞 can i please request more muke from the fic exchange? maybe for "please just kiss me already" ??? i love them so much and i owe you my life for writing them. okay love you bye -blackbutterfliescal💛

Brooke! Hello!! This is related to It's An Out of Date Tradition For Lonely People To Fake Love, the fic exchange I wrote for you. I kept wanting to write a middle piece for them so thank you for asking for this. I love these boys very much. Please enjoy!

on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29747949

“Honey, I’m home,” Michael calls as he enters the house, slamming the apartment door behind him. He sounds exhausted, the usually joking tone replaced with something more monotone and sad. 

“Bedroom,” Luke calls back, looking up from his laptop, blinking a few times to refocus his eyes. The clock tells him that it’s close to 9:00pm at night, which means Luke’s been home for a few hours at least and Michael’s been working late again. Luke frowns, glancing up when Michael comes into the room. He looks rumpled, shoulders sagging and rubbing his eyes with the sleeves of his hoodie. He collapses onto the bed next to Luke, sighing dramatically. He turns to look at Luke. 

Michael’s been working for the video game company doing coding for just about a year now. He’s gotten a slight promotion recently, which was nice because that combined with Luke’s job at the record means they can afford the nice two bedroom apartment they live in now. It’s nice having the extra space for all their things, the guitars and Michael’s gaming computer, but it also means he’s working longer hours. Luke misses Michael, having him around for dinner and terrible reality TV. They’ve managed to craft a routine in the last few years, built around cooking dinner together each night and talking about their days. They usually go for walks afterwards if the weather is nice. They’ve been doing it more since getting Petunia too. She’d been a Christmas present for Luke, meaning that Michael had asked if Luke wanted to finally adopt a dog and Luke had dragged Michael to the local shelter. Petunia was older, a bulldog pit bull mix, sitting in one of the little areas. Michael had called her very large and fat, but all Luke cared about was that she was smushy and licked his face when he had crouched down to coo at her. She’s extremely good for cuddles and kisses at all times. Luke loves her so much, but her cuddles can’t replace Michael’s cuddles. 

Luke doesn’t miss college, but he misses how easy college was sometimes. The knowledge and routine of it that Luke knew he and Michael would be done at the same time every day, that they would eat dinner at the same time, that they could text each other throughout the day. He misses that sense of balance and routine. Now, Luke has to make dinner alone and wait for Michael so he can preheat it and sit with him on the couch. 

“How was your day?” Luke asks. He leans over, scratching lightly at Michael’s scalp. He sighs, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch. Luke scoots closer, let’s Michael rest his head on Luke’s thigh. 

“Long. There’s some new game we’re releasing next month, so they want us to all work overtime for it. How was your day?” 

“Slow. Did some sound engineering for a smaller artist, but that was it. How much overtime?” 

“Uh, probably some late nights. They haven’t worked it out yet. I guess they want to see how much we’ve done versus how much is left before they sort it all out,” Michael says. Luke hums, keeps scratching at Michael’s head. Luke hates seeming co-dependent or childish, but he wishes Michael didn’t have to work so long. He misses having Michael for his nighttime routine. 

“I made pasta tonight. I put the leftovers in the fridge if you want some,” Luke says. Michael hums. 

“In a minute. Don’t wanna move,” Michael says. Luke keeps playing with Michael’s hair until he sighs, propping himself up to look at Luke. 

“You should eat something Mikey.” 

“I will just. I missed dinner again with you.” 

“I’ll sit with you.” 

“It’s not the same though. I missed making pasta with you, arguing with you about how much we need to make. I missed getting to sit with you and fighting over how much cheese to use. I missed drinking after dinner tea with you while we watched Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy. I know we’re adults and shit, but I miss spending time with you. I miss making you coffee in the morning, seeing you all grumpy and tired. I miss getting to do things with you like we did in college,” Michael says. His eyes look red, like he’s trying not to cry. Luke’s heart breaks a little. Seeing Michael like this, Luke knows he’s been holding it in for a while now that he’s been feeling like this. It makes him feel better though, to know Michael feels the same way he does. 

“Mikey,” Luke whispers. Michael huffs, burying his face into Luke’s thigh. 

“Don’t listen to me. I’m tired and emotional. Pretend I didn’t say anything. Please just kiss me already,” Michael says. 

“Oh really? Why should I?” 

“Because it’s late at night and I want to live out the I Love Lucy fantasy and pretend I didn’t just bare my soul to you,” Michael says. Luke starts laughing, covering his face as he dissolves into laughter.  Michael knocks Luke onto his back, tickling his sides while Luke shrieks with laughter, squirming under Michael. 

Eventually, they both stop, catching their breath. Michael rolls off Luke, onto his back. Luke curls up onto his side, smiling as he stares at Michael’s profile. He likes Michael with blonde hair. He misses when he used to dye his hair crazy bright colors, misses the bright reds and blues and greens of college years, but he likes this Michael too. Michael rolls onto his side, reaching over to brush a curl out of Luke’s eyes.

“I like the curls.”

“I’ve had them for years.”

“Well, I’ve always liked them. Maybe I just want to tell my boyfriend how pretty he is,” Michael says. Luke smiles.

“Petunia and I miss you too, you know. I miss making dinner with you. I miss going for walks and holding hands. I miss listening to you yell the answers to all the shows we watch. I feel like our time every night keeps getting shorter and shorter and I don’t know. I worry that you’ll get bored of me,” Luke confesses. 

“Why would I get bored of you?” 

“Our schedules don’t match up. I’m always tired now and you get home late, so I’m not fun to be with. I don’t wanna go out or do anything or go anywhere. I hate clubs and I hate bars. I just wanna curl up on the couch and watch a movie and go to sleep. I just like...I’m not fun.” 

“Luke, I literally love you. Like you get that right? And I hate to break it to you, but you’ve been like that since college. You used to curl up in bed with me when I played my games and you would fall asleep all the time. You talk through movies because you get too excited. You’re passionate about things. You’re comfortable to be around. I just like spending time with you.” 

“You should take some vacation days when the game’s out. We can go somewhere and just exist.” 

“Where would we go?” 

“Doesn’t matter. As long as we’re together with Petunia I don’t care. I just want to actually spend time with you.” 

“I’d like that. Getting to just hang out for a bit. Maybe we could go somewhere with a nice art museum. You like art museums.” 

“I do. But you like the science ones.” 

“So we do both. And get ice cream somewhere. Or chocolate. Just...I want to spend time with you again,” Michael says. Luke burrows into his side, sighing happily. Michael presses kisses to Luke’s forehead and cheeks until Luke tilts his head up for a kiss. Petunia whines at the foot of the bed until Luke sighs, detangling from Michael to lean over the edge of bed and pick her up. She settles in between the two of them, sighing dramatically. Michael giggles, rubbing behind her ears. Luke flops down next to her, sighing too, just to hear Michael laugh, eyes crinkling. Michael still has to eat and Luke has to shower and they have to get ready to do this all again, but for now, Luke’s content laying in bed with his boyfriend and his dog, happy and in love. 

#5 seconds of summer #muke #michael clifford #luke hemmings #does anyone remember these boys #anyway here they are #soft domestic evening boys cuddling with a dog #my wriring

[jiminscalicokitten]

Graceful (One-Shot)

Pairing:  Reader / Jimin

Genre: nobody!reader, dance major!jimin college!au 

Summary: Getting your ass dragged by your best friend to a party that you really didn’t want to go to has it’s perks. Getting to know the graceful dancing king Jimin in ways you didn’t expect.

Rating: 18+ (If the warnings trigger you please don’t read.)

Warnings: swearing, oral (both receiving), fingering, squirting, overstimulation, sobbing, penetrative sex,  dom!sub undertones, dom!jimin, sub!reader,  rough sex, aftercare.

Word Count: 2.1k

Notes: I tried writing a different style than mine! I hope you enjoy! Giving you a little something as you wait for part two of the Tae series. 

You regret accepting Tae’s invitation to this party. The music pounding straight to your brain. You look for Tae around the room. It’s extremely dim in here but you manage to spot swapping saliva with his boyfriend Kook. You sigh. Should you just leave? He was supposed to hang out with you, but there was a change of plans obliviously. 

You sit on the red couch in the middle of the living room, thoughts of waiting for Tae overwhelm you. Next to you, a couple sits arms rubbing each other aggressively as they start making out. What the hell is this party? Just a huge orgy. You sigh getting up off the couch, you walk to the kitchen in hopes to find something to quench your thirst. Pouring yourself a glass of water, you choke once you spot him. 

His dirty blonde hair looks so fluffy that you want to touch it so bad. He’s wearing a black loose fitted shirt, and a pair of black jeans. Seeing his collarbone you feel yourself getting wet. 

Jimin has been a part of your life for a long time. Oh no! You haven’t really spoken to him before, more like watched him from a distance. If he talks to you might just combust and fall apart. That effect doesn’t apply to only you, every girl in college feels that way. 

He’s perfect. As simple as a man can be he’s perfect. He’s the captain of the modern dance club. The first place you saw him was in his course performance, he was a sophomore and you were a junior. 

His moves were so graceful yet so sultry. At that moment you thought about how you’ve never seen someone so artistically pleasing. He has the talent to make any song his with his moves. The way his finger tips would caress his cheeks after he’d spin as flies across the stage got your cheeks in flames. 

Snapping back from the memory of his greatness, you realize that you’re still choking. On water. On water! You turn around not wanting him to see you dying in the corner, nothing would be more embarrassing for a nobody like yourself. 

Sipping on water hoping that it would lessen the torture, you’re wrong. You feel your esophagus constricts. Your coughs get louder. Dropping the glass, it shatters causing Jimin and whoever he was talking with to look at your bent figure choking.   

The embarrassment erupts through your body as you feel tears run down your cheeks. Jimin heads towards you, he taps against your back a few times and you gasp for air. 

Slowly slipping to the floor he catches you in his delicate arms. “You’ll hurt yourself with the glass.” His voice is as gentle as his grasp. You close your eyes attempting to level your breathing without coughing again. 

You’re still in his arms. You’re sure he feels your heart beating, your inhales and exhales as the scratchy feeling in your throat is leaving. “What did you drink?” He asks in a worried tone. “Water.” Your voice is almost non existent. You're not sure if it’s the coughing or the embarrassment at this point. 

His arms still holding your waist he leads you out of the kitchen into the hallway. Heading away from the living room into one of the rooms. You look at his face confused. Your cheeks go red once you notice how his lashes flutter against his cheek and how his lips pout in thought. 

“Where are we going?” You ask. He opens the door into a cute gray and gold themed bedroom. “My room.” He smiles as he helps you sit on his bed. The sheets are so soft to the touch that you just lay your back against the bed with a sigh. 

“You’re throwing this party?” You almost sound as if you're in disbelief. “No. My roommate is. Why? I don’t seem the type to throw parties?” He lifts his brow in amusement. 

“It’s not that… It’s just- Never mind.” You just don’t want him to know that you observe him like a creep when you see him. It’s not like you follow him but you still watch him when you can.

“What? Tell me? What do you assume about me Y/N?” He says his hand landing on your thigh. “How do you know my name?” Your eyes are about to fall out of your sockets. 

“You’re Jungkook’s boyfriend’s friend. I think? I’ve seen you hang out with them a couple of times.” He’s grin makes him look so innocent. Surprise takes over you when you realize. He’s noticed you, kinda? 

“You’re social, but you seem to like your alone time. You recharge like that. Maybe?” Your voice is timid. “You’re right. How did you know?” His hand moves up your thigh. 

“I’ve seen you sit by the tree near the college business building. Most of its students are too busy to sit outside, so it’s usually empty.” Eyes wondering to where his hand is laid.

“I am sorry for assu-” Your words get cut off by his lips. They feel soft against yours. You think he’d pull away, but his right knee places itself in between your thighs as he deepens the kiss. His hand cups your cheeks. 

“Sorry. I didn’t ask first-” You place your arm around the back of his neck pulling him back to kiss you. Your tongue fights for dominance to enter his mouth and he lets you with a soft moan, that causes the wetness between your legs to gush. 

“Would you strip for me babe?” He pulls himself off of your figure, at this point you’d do anything for the ethereal man that stands in front of you. You stand up pulling your gray T-shirt over your head. Your cheeks heat up realizing that you’re actually going to do this. 

Taking off your pants you stumble falling on your ass. You cover your face in embarrassment, waiting for him to laugh. “Damn you’re gorgeous.” He groans helping you up. “Take off the rest.” His voice becomes stern. 

You stood completely exposed, naked, vulnerable, and bare before his fully clothed figure. He gestures for you to come near him, he sits on the bed as his hand reaches for your right breast. 

“Goddamn.” He moans peppering kisses on your left breast as he squeezes the other. You feel a shiver rushing up your spine as he does so. His perfectly lush lips envelope your nipple, you release a moan. 

You can’t believe that it’s happening. The man that you admire from far is this close to you. Your hand lays on his fluffy hair for the first time. You close your fingers around locks of his hair and you tug against it causing him to moan against your tit. You stutter a groan feeling wetness travel down your thigh. 

His hand travels down your chest to your waist. He fingers squeeze your hip roughly as he suddenly gets up. He throws your body roughly against his bed. You feel a surprise to the change in his aura. 

He looks like a beast that’s about to eat you. hooking his arms under your legs to drag you forward. You moan at the feeling of him licking a stripe up your slit.

He laps at your juices, and your fingers grab onto his soft locks pulling them, gaining a groan from his lips, spreading your legs wider as he attaches his lips to your clit.  

He starts sucking tenderly, and you groan his name at the sensation of him slipping three digits inside of you, causing a squelch. You arch your back as he begins pumping them into you, curling them into your g-spot.

“Fuck, Jimin I am about to-,” you say. He groans against you, and you squeeze your thighs around his head of fluffy hair. All the pressure on his head makes him release a tune of sultry moans against your clit. You feel the vibrations go throughout you, and you throw your head back. 

Squirting against his face you expect him to stop. His fingers get rougher on your pussy and his sucking gets harder. Overstimulation takes over and you try to push him off of you. 

 He pulls away with a giggle, almost like he accomplished something no one ever has. Honestly, that’s not that far from the truth. No man you’ve slept with made you receive this feeling of ecstasy.  

He removes his top allowing you to feel his chest against your fingertips. You both stand up, he attempts to take off his pants, you start sucking hickies into his neck. “Wait. Stop. It tickles.” He giggles holding your waist with one hand as the other is unbuttoning his pants. 

The moment his pants are off, you pull his figure on top of yours as you lay against his sheets, lips still on his neck. His hands suddenly grab the back of your thigh pushing them up. You don’t think you're flexible enough for his second move. He places your knees on his shoulder, taking his girth in his hand to run along your folds. 

You shiver at the sensation as he teases you, and your clit’s throbbing and sensitive from when he ate you out earlier. “Do you want more? Little slut. Your juices are staining my bed.” He groans. You raised your hips trying to lure him. “I’m all yours to use.”

He cursed under his breath, grabbing your thighs to pull them apart, thrusting into you. You yelp, squeezing around his dick as both of you groan, hissing at the sensation. “You’re so tight,”  Jimin groans. “Oh, f-fuck.” 

“Use me, I’m all yours ” you urge, squeezing around his dick. “Fuck, You’re made for me.” 

You feel him growl against the curvature of your neck as he snaps and twists his hips against yours, making you cling to him as he begins fucking into you. “I fucking own you slut. I am going to destroy you.” he hisses, a grunt and thrust at each syllable. 

“Fuck.” you say, throwing your head back. True to his word, he was fucking into you so hard that the rocking bed was beginning to squeak at his movements. Tears start falling against your cheeks as you feel yourself reaching your high for the second time. 

“Jimin. Sto- stop, it hurts.” You try prying him off of you once you orgasm. “I thought you’re mine to use.” His thrusting slows yet deepens. “I can’t take it.” You sob. 

He pulls out, you expect him to lay next to you but he begins rubbing against your clit. You scream at the overstimulation. You squirt one final time with sobs erupting in the room.  

“Sorry. I am sorry, don't cry.” He wraps his arms around your lying figure. “No. It felt good.” You accept his embrace. “But what about you? You didn’t finish.” You hiccup. 

“Don’t worry about it.” He kisses your forehead then your lips. You unhurriedly get up feeling an ache in between your legs. You move down between his legs. “What are you doing?” He moves your hair out of your face. “I’m gonna try giving you a pinch of the feeling you gave me.” You wrap your hand around his length. 

After stroking him a few times you wrap your lips around his pretty cock. You haven’t really seen it this up close until now. And god how good it looks. Allowing your tongue to lick the underneath of his girth he releases a hiss. He suddenly moves you to sit on the floor as he begins bucking into your mouth. His arm covers his eyes as he hisses at the feeling of you hollowing your cheeks.

You feel a rush of relief once he holds onto your face, swallowing around him you release a moan. He rolls his neck, giving you a raw, animalistic look as he fucks his hips up into your mouth, his hand curling into your hair tightly. His breath becomes ragged as you feel him growing in your mouth. 

Your nose burying into his pelvis, as he pushes one last time you squeeze your eyes shut, eyes glistening with tears, his load running down your throat as you swallow around him. He pulls out of your lips with a loud pop.

 He helps you into the bed next to him. Your nose lays on his neck as you inhale his scent. “What just happened?” You’re in disbelief that you just did that with the man of your dreams. “Why did you kiss me?” You look at his face. 

 “That’s what you want to ask?” He chuckles as he covers your bodies with the blanket. “You’re really cute and I wanted to tap that.” He spanks your ass. “Sorry if I went too hard.” He kissed your cheeks. 

“No. You’re graceful on stage and in bed.” You kiss his cheek. 

(© 2020 jiminscalicokitten, All Rights Reserved)

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[almaasi]

3 million words fic rec (Destiel)

I’ve officially posted 3 million words on my AO3 account!!

Here’s all 115 of my Dean/Cas fics (as of December 30th 2019). They currently make up 85% of my total fics. I posted 42 fics this year, with a new Destiel fic once every 2 weeks on average, with 24 total.

(The rest, as of the last 6 months, are Crowley/Azriaphale (Good Omens) and Garak/Bashir (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine). There’s separate fic recs for those. And here’s one Cockles fic.)

Fics listed by year (newest first), then by word count (shortest first).

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2019

Just a Sniffle (2k / canon, Cas has a cold, Dean gives him a foot rub)

Hanukkahn't Resist You (2k, AU, teacher!Dean gives autistic Jewish teacher!Cas a Hanukkah greeting card containing a pickup line)

Brothers Don't Do That (3k / canon, Cas talks to Sam about how their feelings for Dean differ while ordering take-out)

Taste the Rainbow (In the Rain) (4k / AU, strangers sharing Skittles in the rain and kissing to help Dean quit smoking)

Hit Pause Kitty Claws (4k / AU, Team Free Will are cats belonging to Death!Billie, soft fluff and feline antics)

Weird But Confident (5k / canon, Cas finds Dean’s panties in his bag and thinks Dean slept with a woman)

Enemies Closer (5k / teachers AU, Dean keyed the wrong car, Cas runs AV club and Dean joins him so he has an alibi for his crime)

Snugglebird (5k / canon, Dean’s clothes are going missing, Cas is building a nest

Texted My Ex and Got You Instead (6k, AU, title explains it, fluff, asexual!Cas)

The Angel Cake Challenge (8k / canon crossover with Good Omens (book), Dean tells Crowley & Aziraphale they’re a cute couple and they encourage him to make a move on Cas)

Let's Play Doctors (8k / canon, smut, Dean asks Cas for medical roleplay and they use the machines to watch themselves have first-time sex)

Good For You (11k / canon, Dean teaches Cas to masturbate over the phone, then shows him properly in person)

BFBF (Best Friend's Boyfriend) (11k / AU, ft. Eileen - Cas has an absent bisexual boyfriend named Dean, Sam has an absent straight brother named Dean, oops they’re the same Dean)

Dean and Castiel's Lagoon of Love (12k, canon, Cas is cursed with tentacles and that’s Dean’s kink, they roleplay Dean’s favourite anime, smut and feelings)

Measure of Thigh Love (14k / canon, Dean is turned on by big muscles, Cas has some of those. smut, bottom!Cas)

Eleven Erogenous Zones of a Fallen Angel (15k / canon, Cas accidentally has physical wings and he hates them, Dean bathes and grooms Cas to soothe him, wing kink smut)

Two Heart Pose (17k / AU, overwhelmed papa!Dean, yoga instructor!Cas helps out with baby care)

Through the Lace (18k / office romance AU, desperation & pee kink smut, Dean in panties)

Sycamore Smile (18k / AU, professor!Cas, barista!Dean with a pet bunny, both are a hot mess, Dean helps Cas KonMari his life, ft. the purest fluff and sunshine)

Circuitry and Dust (23k / AU, demiromantic antique dealer!Cas, gaming lounge owner!Dean, Cas wrongly assumes his love is unrequited so helps set Dean up with an ex-girlfriend)

He's Kind of a Hairy Fairy (24k / AU, Team Free Will & co. running a summer camp, there’s only one bed in Dean & Cas’ cabin, Rowena curses Dean with fairy wings and he has to confess his feelings to get rid of them)

First and Only (35k / AU, Dean bets Sam he can have more sex in one year, Dean & Cas become fuck buddies, but Dean wants more so asks Charlie for help)

☆ Sleigh ☆ (46k / Christmas AU, makeup artist!Cas also works for Santa, Dean tags along delivering gifts on Christmas Eve, later a long distance relationship and eventual smut)

He's a (Zoo) Keeper (74k / AU, when zookeeper!Dean isn’t dating anyone, he and beekeeper!Cas have a BFF-roommates-with-benefits thing, but then Cas becomes a wedding planner and plans their fake wedding, drama with smut and feelings)

2018

Gulls N’ Roses (2k / canon, Dean hands Cas a rose, Cas interprets it as romantic)

Lost Night (2k / canon, Dean has nightmares, Cas dreamwalks to help)

He Called Me Honey (3k / canon, breakfast fluff, Dean dreamed he kissed Cas, talks to Sam, Cas shows up)

Note to Self: Cas Loves You (3k / canon, very drunk!Dean, Cas confesses his love)

I’m Dreamin’ of a Grey Christmas (4k / canon, Team Free Will 2.0 snow fight, Cas has some new grey hair, Dean has hearteyes, season 14 divergent)

Dry in the Downpour (5k / Pixar-short-inspired AU, umbrella-sharing)

Prince of the Ether Realms (5k / canon - season 13, must get married for a spell, Sam officiates)

Never or Forever (5k, canon, family dinner, Jody POV)

Without Further Ado (5k, canon, Dean has a list of “reasons not to be with Cas" but they’re all irrelevant now)

Wee Little Love Child (10k / canon, de-aged!Sam thinks Dean and Cas are his parents, gets them together)

Room for Two (The Mattress AU) (14k / college roommates AU, autistic!Cas, fake relationship, ALL the bed-sharing tropes)

Paramour by Post (18k / historical-ish AU, mail delivered to the wrong address, love letters, agender!Cas, bisexual!Dean)

Barbershop Duet (22k / Christmas AU, smut, shaving kink, domesticity, family gatherings)

The House That Wanted to Be a Garden (32k / AU, famous musician!Dean, gardener!Cas, fairies, accidentally moving in)

Duck Duck Boots (92k / ex-daredevil kindergarten teacher!Dean, agoraphobic Cas, small town magic realism & fate AU, looking after ducklings together)

2017

Unconditional (2k / canon - season 13, Dean explains why he loves Cas)

Mostly in Silence (4k / canon, Cas is depressed, Dean helps with self-care)

Restaurant Revelations (4k / canon, Dean and Cas tell Sam they’re engaged)

Whoa There Cowboy (5k / canon, cowboy-kink smut, porn-watching, magic fingers bed)

Pretty Panties and the Pool Shark (6k / kid!fic AU, autistic!Cas is scared of an imaginary shark in the school pool)

Purple Horse in a Coffee Shop (8k / ultimate office romance, pride parade, coffee shop AU)

Lucid Nightmare (10k / siren!Cas AU, dreamwalk-or-die, spooky fluff)

Stumble and Fall (20k / Team Free Will as dogs AU, search-and-rescue adventure, fluff & pining)

A Place and A Feeling (24k / AU, real estate agent!Cas, Dean looking for a house)

Night Exhibition (26k / AU, security guard!Cas at museum at night, friends to lovers, sex everywhere)

The Emporium of Christmas Enchantments (28k / Christmas, magic toyshop AU, kind of like a Disney movie)

Marshmalloween (33k / Halloween AU, Dean takes Sam’s teen friends to a haunted swamp, meet old bestie Cas, ghost adventures)

Our Garden Home (36k / everyone is a garden fairy, AU disabled autistic!Cas, found families)

The Wireless (58k / solarpunk carnival adventure AU, famous hunter!Dean, famous radio presenter angel!Cas, tent sex)

What We Ache For (93k / sex worker!Cas AU, Dean wants to make love, trauma recovery, Team Free Will & found families, a dog)

2016

Fight and Fool Around (5k / AU, bartender!Cas, Dean realises he’s bisexual, alleyway smut)

Tickle Fight Wasteland (5k / AU, fluff in a post-apocalyptic world, everyone is alive, tickle fight & cuddling)

Raising Hell in a Hotel (29k / kid!fic, living in a hotel AU, friendship, pining)

Welcome All Winchesters (60k / AU, snowy Christmas cabin, fake relationship, friends to lovers)

The Moonlighter and the Magician (67k / 1920s historical AU, asexual jewel thief!Cas, bisexual!Dean, running away together)

2015

What’s a Hickey? (1k / canon, Cas has a hickey, talks to Sam about it)

A Postcard for Castiel (4k / AU, kid!fic, autistic!Cas exchanges compliments with Dean, teacher!Charlie)

Symbols of Affection (4k / canon, Dean accidentally texts Cas a kissy-face emoji)

In Which Dean Frogs Up (6k / canon, Dean’s turned into frog in Moondoor, needs true love’s kiss to fix)

The One Where You Are A Guinea Pig (8k / canon, title says it all, Cas takes you to the bunker, Team Free Will interact)

We’re the New Romantics (8k / gifted & talented high school camp AU, aromantic!Cas, pop culture geek!Dean)

Waiting For That Final Moment (8k / AU, Cas interrupts Dean & Lisa’s wedding at a roller rink to declare his love, polyamory)

Delirium and Doctor Sexy (9k / canon, bisexual!Dean high on magical gas, thinks Cas is Dr. Sexy)

#ThankYouSammy (9k / canon, Sam prepares a Valentine’s Day dinner-date for Dean & Cas)

Dean Winchester the Puppydog (10k / canon, puppy play, submissive!Dean, hurt/comfort, non-sexual)

Father Material (12k / AU, asexual uncle!Cas, babysitter!Dean, kid!Claire, romantic attraction)

The Tailor of Fairy Ridge (17k / fairytale AU, tailor!Cas, fairy!Dean helps with clothing designs, good witch!Charlie, evil witch!Rowena)

Take You To The Country (18k / 1920s historical AU, pining, Dean reads an elopement proposal in the newspaper and realises it’s for him, running away together)

Sharing the Rain Dog (19k / AU, musician!Dean, FBI agent!Cas, sharing custody of a dog, have to move in to look after her)

Drop Anchor (42k / pirate!Cas, sailor!Dean, trapped on a deserted island and accidentally achieve domestic bliss AU)

Snow Place Like Home (But My Home Is With You) (47k / canon, Team Free Will in a B&B over Christmas, softness, smut & domesticity)

Held in Your Tender Hands (59k / AU, agender tattooed masseur!Cas, customer!Dean, workplace sex, paintball, found families, somnophilia)

2014

Cheek on Your Shoulder (1k / canon, Dean misses Cas, hugs him and can’t let go)

The Literal Bear Hug (1k / canon, Cas is accidentally a bear, cuddling)

If I Fall For You (2k / canon, Hannah likes Cas but Cas loves Dean)

If You Could Go Anywhere (3k / canon, Team Free Will ponder: all the drama is over, so what now?)

Cherry Pink Wedding (4k / AU, Dean & Cas both cry at Sam’s wedding)

Lettuce Share This Moment (4k / canon, Dean secretly likes salad… and Cas)

The Joke Is on You (And So Is Castiel) (4k / canon, April Fool’s Day, Cas pranks Dean & Sam when they pray for him)

Some People Would Call This Romantic (5k / canon, Dean and Cas take a long walk on the beach)

Panic Kiss (5k / AU, Dean has a panic attack, Cas calms him down, accidental kissing)

Boutique du Ballet (6k / canon, Dean loves ballet and wants to try the outfits - either crossdressing or trans-curious!Dean)

Minty Fresh Kisses (7k / canon, Dean teaches Cas to brush his teeth)

Sexier Than Doctor Sexy (8k / AU, doctor!Cas, Dean gets a prostate exam and enjoys it more than he should)

Sam Accidentally Sees the Whole Picture (10k / canon, smut, Sam is in the room while Dean & Cas do it for the first time, Sam POV)

Understanding Your Body in Ten Easy Steps (12k / canon, smut, Dean teaches Cas how to masturbate)

Roost (12k / AU, Dean and Cas are rescued fighting roosters, for some reason not that interested in girl chickens)

Dead Body Disposal 101 (14k / canon, angel!Cas wants to be a hunter so Dean & Sam show him how, Dean & Cas are bad at expressing feelings)

Of Shampoo and Fruit Flies (17k / roommate AU, autistic!Cas, confessing feelings surrounded by supportive friends)

Love Him in His Sleep (Love Him Always) (32k / canon, Dean has wet dreams about being cuddled, Cas is into somophilia and dreamwalks to gain consent)

Preacher Comfort (42k / AU, hurt/comfort, asexual preacher!Cas, nurse!Dean, hugs & cuddling, Halloween)

Nine Times We Met (And One Christmas We Parted) (58k / queer historical romantic angst AU, teacher!Cas, firefighter!Dean, meeting over the years & falling in love)

Hart of the Storm (119k / historical AU, hunter!Dean turned into a deer by shapeshifting god!Cas, magic forest)

2013

For a Scarf in October (1k / canon, Halloween, Dean wants to buy a ~women’s~ scarf, Sam tells him it’s okay)

Of All the Bars in the World (There Are None Between Us) (2k / prison AU, Dean and Cas are cellmates, discuss past and future intimacy)

Dean’s List (3k / canon, Dean writes a list of men he’d ~go gay~ for, Sam has a suggestion to make, bisexual!Dean)

Nobody’s Daddy (3k / canon, accidental baby acquisition, Dean breastfeeds, then Cas arrives with actual milk)

Foal Delivery Service (4k / AU fusion with ‘My Little Pony’ - kid pony!Dean finds out how heteronormative the world is, then meets agender pony!Cas, later have baby ponies together)

Winchester’s Rouge (6k / canon, angst, Dean tries on makeup and remembers his mother)

Manscaping (6k / canon, Cas cuts himself shaving his junk, Dean does first aid, boners)

Sharing Hands (6k / canon - season 8, smut, Cas is possessing Dean, masturbate together)

Play Nice, Kids (10k / AU or alternate canon, reverse-verse, angel winged!Dean, wing kink masturbation, sex toys)

Hello Night (11k / historical AU, demon possessing Dean, priest!Cas, crossroads sex to save Dean, Cas/demon & Cas/Dean)

Shadows Across the Camera Lens (13k / AU, smut, dominant bottom photographer!Cas, submissive top crossdressing underwear model!Dean)

Faerie Strange Circumstances (30k / AU hunters, fairy!Cas, fairy realm adventures, Bobby’s house, Charlie, Jody)

Bad Things With You (31k / AU or alternate canon, smut, catboy!Dean, catboy!Cas, mating urges, biting, licking, fake relationship is actually real)

Cowboys and Real Estate Angels (36k / AU, bisexual retired musician cowboy!Dean, old fan!Cas, lovemaking, falling in love in one night)

Try-Something Tuesday (48k / my most popular fic of all time, teacher!Dean, librarian teacher!Cas, smut in strange places, school trips, moving in together AU)

The Feline Perspective of a Guilty Conscience (51k / canon divergent - season 9, hurt/comfort, Dean transformed into a cat, sad angel!Cas, Team Free Will, forgiveness)

Foxfire Blossom (283k / AU, florist!Dean, rich!Cas, affairs, soap opera-level drama, sex, highly problematic lies, and cheating, ALL the characters)

2012

Angelhawke (407k / epic medieval fantasy AU, Dean and Cas are cursed to be animals in the day/night, travel with Sam and Bobby as they tell their story in flashbacks, quest to be together, based on ‘Ladyhawke’ but ~70% original story)

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[pollylynn]

Title: Pendulate WC: 1000

“What happens in your version?” — Kate Beckett, Boom! (2 x 18)

He is having a pretty good night. Day. Stretch of hours. Whatever you’d call his life post–Beckett’s hand dramatically appearing over the edge of her tub, he’s having a good one. It’s kind of awkward. Her apartment did blow up, pre-hand dramatically over the edge of her tub. And they are still hunting a serial killer, with indifferent success, who has just claimed another victim in what amounts to a fit of pique. 

He’s well aware that he has to keep his ebullient mood on the down low, but it’s no mean feat, given the run he’s having here. For one thing, he has very nearly seen a very totally alive Kate Beckett very completely naked. For another, the stars have aligned to afford him the opportunity to wrap that self-same very totally alive (and very completely naked) Detective in his coat and do Sir Walter “Vanquisher of Puddles” Raleigh one better by escorting her from a burning building. 

Furthermore, they have, together, quite possibly turned the tide in their search for the killer. They have unearthed a key piece of evidence—a general location that leads to an actual address, and at that address, his second villainous lair in as many days. The first lair had been exciting enough, what with its severed pinky and bomb-of-the-month-club kit sitting around, to say nothing of its hidden room. But the second lair is officially outstanding. He’s seen some stalker collage walls in his day, but this one has real artistic flair. He would not change a  thing about the stalker collage wall. 

And then there’s the writerly twist. The demented, room-sized mobile of typewritten pages impaled on sinister, oversized hooks knocks his heart around in his chest a little. He thinks of his own spring-clip and clothesline technique and the parallel sends a genuine chill down his not-so-easily-chilled spine. He picks up one of the thick manuscripts held together with industrial-strength binder clips. He feels the weight of it, and there’s another chill—another not so pleasant flash of recognition. 

It’s his first inkling that his mood might not be so much ebullient as it is . . . manic, but there’s not really time to let that worry him. They are to “un-ass” lair number two, whatever that means. It means, he finds, after a metaphorical swat on the nose with a rolled up newspaper from Agent Shaw, that he was definitely not supposed to tuck their killer’s latest opus into his coat—a different coat, by the bye, than the one so recently adjacent to very complete nakedness. That coat is going to need a glass case, a pedestal, and quite possibly one of those cool laser-array security systems. 

But he did tuck the manuscript in his coat, and swat on the nose or no, Shaw has left him to rifle through it. It is not good. It, in fact, sucks, and that swings his mood right back around. The book, if it even deserves that label, is comically terrible, and that just tickles him. He wants, badly, to read choice passages aloud in the back of the surveillance van, but he contents himself with scribbling them down, rather than disrupting the flow of conversation between the two very bad-ass crimefighters he happens to admire who happen to be nonchalantly discussing his loyalty, his essential contributions to the crime-fighting effort, and yes, his cocker spaniel–like attention span, but even with the run he’s having, you can’t win them all. 

He’s still oscillating between chuffed and giddy when Shaw bails to lead her team in pursuit of their guy. Before she goes, she orders Beckett—the target—to stay in the van. It’s a see-saw moment. It gets a gold star because he gets to grin and tell her now she knows how he feels. It pulls the rug out from under him because she is the target. The reality of that lands on him—the horror he has been pushing away since her hand dramatically appeared over the edge of her tub. It paralyzes him and then she’s gone. She’s running—alone—after the man who wants nothing more in this world than her dead. 

He waits, hunched in the back of the stupid van. There’s blood in his mouth from the door she slammed in his face. He silently bears the brunt of Shaw’s rage when she returns to find her op blown and Beckett gone. He is no longer having a good day. Night. Stretch of hours. 

She is the target. He can’t get the sentence out of his head. It taps out a fearful rhythm against the inside of his ribs. It gives him courage grim enough to stare her down in all her wrath, even in front of Montgomery. You can, and you will. 

She is the target. He gets her home—to his home. He plies her with hot cocoa. They banter. It’s what they do, but he’s embarrassed. He’s ashamed of his marathon giddy mood. He’s afraid of what tomorrow will bring. She is afraid, too. He reads it between her gallows-humor lines. He sees it, even as she tosses a napkin in his face signaling the final barb of the night between them. 

Something about he way he flinches back splits the inside of his lip open again. He grimaces at the metallic tang of blood. He must make a sound. Something pulls her back around. 

“You’re bleeding?” she approaches warily. She half reaches up, but her hand falls away. Pieces click together for her. “I did that.” 

“Well,” he mumbles, “technically the back door of the van did that.” 

She scowls at him. She rolls her eyes. Then she lifts up on her toes and swiftly presses her lips to the corner of his mouth. 

“Sorry,” she whispers, and then she’s gone. 

And he is standing there. He is having a pretty good night. 

A/N: Yikes. If only this were a thing, I could kill its AU terrible fluffness DED. 

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[sunca]

Hello!~ I would like to request (SDC) Star Platinum x Stand OC. The stand user is kind, bubbly, and an artist. She doesn't really have the hots for Jotaro, let alone Star Platinum. However, her stand, which is sentient, LOVES to cuddle with Star Platinum and admire his muscles. She/it isn't a fighter since it/she uses psychic powers, but she/it loves watching Star fight. Is that a little too much? Thanks anyway!

"𝒮𝓊𝓇ℯ𝓁𝓎"

Star Platinum x Stand OC

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One shot.

Warning : blood, kidnapping, forced.

Count : 4657

Of course not, Octopus. I really like that idea and thank you. ^^

Well, at first I had a hard time writing this. Don't get me wrong. It's just I got three ideas in my head and I didn't know which one to choose. So, I wrote all three of them down and decided to draw lots for that.

But then on Friday night, I just went 'Frog it. Let's combine them." Haha.

After this, I realized I might need to make some changes in the rules. So, check it out. Ok?

If you ever feel unsatisfied with this, feel free to slide into my inbox or ask box. I don't mind.

Recommended song : Moon and Back by Alice Kristiansen.

Sorry for being late. Please forgive me for the messy art. Enjoy. ^^

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Wheats swaying under the compact rays. Reaching to hold tight to the gust which fleetingly egressed. The cumulonimbus of grey clouds sited around the horizon. Faint blue, orange and red surrounding them. The field filled with crops and trees. Some small houses here and there. A young woman running at front and a group of puppies chasing her with enthusiasm. A faint of grey tainted on the milky flat surface. A pair of alluring eyes observing the scene. The eyelids flattered and their focus went back to grey and white paper. The image coming into shape with every stroke she pulled. The graphite tip sliding under the fingers like a magic wand. Obeying their master's commend.

The girl tripped and rolled over to meet with the welcoming licks on her elfin face. Their tiny tails wiggling at the contact with their beloved human. Giggles rumbling out from her chest. Being tickled by their small feet and nudges. When she rose up, a puppy in her hands and she playfully bit its ear with her lips to receive another lick. She couldn't stop giggling in joy. She then in between laughter, looked up at the female who was watching over her. A small figure waving her hand. She didn't put the pencil down and waved back. The brunette then put the golden fluffy ball down. She stood up and brushed the hay, dirt and dry grasses off her clothes. Her legs taking her to the woman who was sitting under the shade of a tree.

The puppies catching up to the young female steps. One of them jumped on the other and playfully bit its neck which resulted in the one from the under yelping in response. It then struggled and ran off, leaving the one behind. The crackling of grasses opened the eyelids of a 4 years old golden retriever. It lifted up its chin to check if any danger were approaching them. The woman beside it, put her hand on top of its head and scratched which made it to close its eyes. Savouring the paradise of its own luxury.

"(Y/N)! Can we play in the rain before we go home?" The young woman asked. The older woman's eyes shifted from the dog to her. She then focused on the dark clouds approaching them. Thunder bolts triggering in them. She then turned her head back to her sister. The golden fur slept flat under the brushing of her hand. Her rosey lips puckered like a rose bud.

"No, ViVi. You're already 19 and I'm 21. We're not kids anymore. Besides, I don't think it will only rain. See?" To her pointed index finger, Vivian turned to see the flashing under the mist of grey. A puppy making his way to his mother tripped and fell side way. "I think that's a whole storm there. I would rather keep you, Olive and the pack safe while both mom and dad are away," she continued. The puppy's tail swung side to side.

"Hmm... I thought we could still have some fun together, (Y/N)."

Disappointment in her tone. "Woof!" The one in the field barked into the tall crops. Vivian turned her head to the direction and saw the golden spheroid dislike at the corns. "Berry! Come here, girl!" She called out to her but she kept throwing her anger towards the innocent mealies. When she whistled, the pup glanced back to her but hesitated to head to the two women. When a harsh breeze marched at your direction, Olive's attention quickly went to her baby. She didn't waste any time and ran towards Berry. "What's up with, Berry and Olive?" Vivian asked and you stood up. Your right hand occupied with a sketchbook and a pencil.

"Dunno," you shrugged. Vivian then followed Olive with a puzzled look. Occasionally looking down on the path she was taking. You noticed the rest of the puppies were alerted. All of their gaze on their sister and mother. You didn't want any harm towards your dear sister. So, you tagged along with her. When you were in 5 meter range to Olive and Berry, you saw something moving in the fields. "Vivian," you called out to her. Your sister too distracted by Berry. "Vivian!" The eyes of the dark shadow made contact with yours and then, in a flash, something rushed in air towards you. You didn't understand why the oxygen won't reach your lungs. Your hands reached to your throat to feel warm liquid gushing out. Your mouth overflowing with sticky substance.

A faint cry and noises blurred in as you turned your head to see a woman struggling in the arms of two strangers. Her hair in a mess. Tears smattering on her face. A golden fur waved as it jumped to attack one of them. Only to fell away with crimson liquid splashing out. 'Vivian?' Noises rang in your head but too far to catch what they were. You glanced to the motionless dog laying still in the position it fell. 'Olive?' That was the last thought as your body unstable and the darkness pulled the curtains down.

×

The ceiling was dark with a faint yellow glowing on them. The droplet of water echoing in the dead silent room. The sound of woolen blanket took over the silence, signaling you woke up. You put a hand over your head. The light headache didn't do anything good to you. Taking a sharp breath in, you observed the surrounding. Your legs poking out under the dark blanket. Stoned floor and wall. A lantern with some bugs flying around it. A woman sitting on the chair. A table with a few papers and books on it. A bookshelf with dust and cobwebs on it. Untouched.

The scrape of the chair against the floor rang as she stood up. Your vision filled with her. She then headed to the entrance. The door creaked as she twisted and pulled the doorknob. The heel hit the stoned floor, emitting short sounds with every step. With a loud echo, the door became a barrier between you and the woman. Your attention went back towards your legs.

'What happened?' The eyelids fluttered once. The alluring orbs playing peekaboo under them. 'Where am I?' The glance shifted its direction. Jumping from one place to another. 'Why am I here?' Thoughts altered in your head but only stayed as questions. Your puzzling thoughts settled down as the wooden door once again opened. Revealing an old woman with peculiar clothings and a tall wooden club in her hands.

"You must be hungry, Child." A welcoming smile twisted into a unnerving one.

×

You fell into the mattress with a loud thud. Exhausted from a rough day. You didn't fight them physically and yet, your stand detecting all those stand users beat you up. Not to mention you had to sneak a message every once in a while to those underlings of Enyaba and this tiresome heat of Egypt. You felt a soft chill down your spine and your stand came out to looked around. Checking for any stand users nearby. Being the radar for the Joestar's tour group. Polnareff came out from the bathroom with white foam and a toothbrush struck in his mouth.

"Wuu short tak ah bat fast. It whale cwear wor mine," Polnareff talked while lifting his chin, not wanting the white stuffs to fall over his chin. Your stand nodded in agreement and approached you. "What?" You lifted up your head at gibberish Polnareff just spoke. "Pol Pol, you can speak three languages? French, English and that one which I don't completely under-WHOA!" You clinched onto the sheets while your stand tried to get you off from the bed by pulling at your ankles.

You sulked at your stand which made your stand to smile at you. She then patted your head making Polnareff laugh which resulted in him coughing on the liquid dripping through his throat. You and your stand giggled at clumsy attempt Polnareff did. When he spit it out and washed his mouth with water, your stand tried to undress you. You yelped and struggled from her grasp, screaming how it's inappropriate and that a male is present in this room. She then stopped and glanced at Polnareff who was covering his face with his hands. Peeking in between his fingers.

She narrowed her eyes at Polnareff and he chuckled. She then picked you up and walked into the bathroom which made Polnareff stepped aside and said in a sing song voice, "Ladies first." Your stand nodded acknowledgingly and closed the door. You having no strength to even move. She then stripped you off and bathed you like a baby. She washed your hair and you relaxed into her care. Having your stand as your motherly figure isn't that bad at all. The shampoo dripped with water and entered your eye which made you close your eyes and whine at her.

When you came out, dressed in pyjamas, your stand was drying your hair with a towel. "(S/N), I appreciate you taking care of me but I can't see where I am going," you told your stand and she stopped. You saw Polnareff, Kakyoin and Jotaro sitting on the floor. Snacks, juices, beers and water bottles sat in the centre. Kakyoin was drinking water, a cigarette lit on Jotaro's lips and Polnareff was eating a pear. Their attention went to you when they heard your voice.

"Hello, (Y/N). Please don't mind us," Kakyoin started once after the water went down with his adam apple bobbing. "(Y/N), you gotta try these. These are really juicy!" Polnareff spoke to you and you walked up to them. You sat in between Polnareff and Jotaro in their circle when Star Platinum came out. "ORA!" He called out to your stand happily. Your stand stopped helping you and hugged Star. Your stand looked so happy. You picked out a water bottle to get some hydration. Polnareff kept offering you the pear and then you took it. To feel the richness on your tongue.

Star platinum kept talking in his war cries and your stand listened with every nod. When she tried to communicate back, there were a lot of hand gestures. She didn't let go of Star's arm though. She kept squeezing the muscles in rapture. Both you and Jotaro looked at each others. Feeling weirded out but you both brushed it off. He tried to punch you when you two first met. You're normally a sweet and forgiving person but Jotaro being rude to everyone he just met isn't something you were fond of. But you were glad he didn't insult you or call you bad names anymore.

That night was memorable. You and Kakyoin cheering Polnareff's drunk dance and song. All three of you laughing at drunk Jotaro's dead puns and jokes. Silently listening to Kakyoin's ghost stories from his hometown. Them promising to visit your home in the future. Everything was really fun. You felt like you had your childhood back again with them. Before you knew, you were attaching emotional strings with them. You felt at peace with them. Like you got some friends. Some good friends whom understood you.

When all of you get knocked out, at the open window, Star and your stand were sitting there. Appreciating the beauty of the night. Stars sparkling like stable fireflies here and there. "Ora," Star Platinum pointed to a star faintly glowing in the dark blue decorated with white cotton in them. The moon smiling at them two. Your stand nodded and searched for the one he was pointing at. Once she saw it, she nodded. Star then started explaining about how he got to knew its name. He then shifted to his owner's past. How he missed his mom and dad but also vexation with his father for being absent in his childhood and teenage years. How he had to grow so quickly despite being a 17 years old.

Your stand's hand fell onto his and he glanced at you. Remorse in his eyes. When he broke into tears, she pulled him into a comforting hug. He then poured every pain out. Your stand glanced at Jotaro who was whimpering in his sleep. She then let out a soft sigh. Caressing Star's broad back. Being a 21 years old, it was hard to deal with a vampire holding your beloved sister as a hostage and sent you off as a spy to betray your newly formed friends. You being a good person at heart, your stand felt weight in her chest. Feeling concerned for you and everyone caught in this cob web.

×

When Kakyoin rejoined your group, you were gratified but your stand wasn't because she sensed a bad news following along with him. He finally asked about your past again. You told them the same thing again but one hole in your story cornered you. Everyone lost their trust in you but you cried and apologised. Every worry you held, every second thoughts you had, everything fell from your lips with your tears. Even though they felt empathy and sympathy for you, they didn't know what to do with you anymore. Polnareff felt betrayed, Kakyoin was in rage, Jotaro knew you held some secrets and wasn't suprise, Avdol comforted your sobbing form, Iggy rubbed against you and Mr. Joestar was deep in thoughts.

"Mr. Joestar! We can't keep her like this! She was clearly working for Dio and who knows what is true and what's not!" Kakyoin yelled. His hands were partially shaking. He was completely in despair. He didn't have any friends before but when he got, he was met with disappointment. It was clear he was frustrated. He felt sorry for you but he didn't know what to do with you anymore. He knew you were a really kind person. He knew it wasn't your fault but the fact that he couldn't help his own buddy exasperated him.

Polnareff was as silent as Jotaro. They didn't try to make any protest. No words came out. No. Nothing. Avdol defended you and told Kakyoin that you had your reasons. Just like how they were doing this for Mrs. Holly and how you were just trying to keep your sister alive. Every words went through your ears like knives. Stabbing your heart and causing you more pain than you have already suffered. Their bickering dropped when Joseph cut them off.

×

It was clear Dio was after Jotaro and the group. The mansion was dead silent and dark. You sneaked in and your stand also came out. She then detected your sister at the reading room. You headed towards it in a rush and found her. You were glad to see her alive and well. But when you dragged her out to get out of this hell, she struggled.

"You don't understand, (Y/N)! Lord Dio loves me! He looks forward to see me everyday and he cares for me a lot!" The first thing that fell out from her mouth after she slapped away your hand, shook you. You walked through hell for her and she appreciated you with her undying love for that undead. You made a bet with the devil, put your life on the line to bring her back home safe and alive. But looks like that devil blinded her. Mocking you in your face.

"What?" Your irritation displayed in your eyes. The two young woman stood still at the entrance hall. "What did you just say?" Tears started to well around your eyes. Blurring your vision. "He loves you? Just by wanting to see you everyday? Just by acting like he cares for you?" Your shoulders started to tremble. Sobs taking over your chest. Your stand came out to hold your shoulders. Telling you to calm down and not to lash out at your younger sister. She wasn't the one in fault anyway.

"VIVIAN! HE WAS THE MAIN REASON WHY WE WERE KIDNAPPED! HE WAS THE MAIN REASON WHY WE WERE CAUGHT UP IN THIS MESS! HE WAS THE MAIN REASON WHY I HAD TO WALK ON THE BLADE! HE WAS THE ONE WHO HELD YOU AS A HOSTAGE AND TOLD ME TO BETRAY MY NEW FRIENDS AND IF YOU THINK SOMETHING YOU SEE EVERYDAY LOVES YOU, YOU SHOULD MARRY THAT MIRROR BACK AT HOME!" Your body trembled and your legs failed on you but your stand caught you and gently put you down. Only the echo of your sobs were heard. Your sister couldn't move. Thoughts bundled in her mind. Too complicated to pull out a string.

"I w-went through ev-everything to keep you a-alive, Vi Vi. Let's just g-et you back home. Mom and D-Dad must be worri-ed," Feelings blocking your way. "Pl-Please, Vi Vi," you begged at her for her own safety. To give you a chance to protect her. It seemed like she got it. She kneeled down in front of you and apologised. Hugging you tight and taking off some weight off your shoulders.

×

You watched the fight caused by the old grudge. Your stand out with you to keep you safe and help them as much as she could. Admiration and concern mingled in the shine of her eyes. You led Polnareff to them by using your stand. When Jotaro's life was in danger, Polnareff left your side. Even though Jotaro played dead and tricked Dio, you knew he was alive. When they changed locations, you followed them. With an intense chill down your spine, your hair standing up, you noticed Jotaro achieved his true ability. Even in stopped time, you had those feelings even if you couldn't witness or move. Having a sentient stand was an advantage for you.

×

This was the last arrow you tracked. You, Polnareff and Jotaro finally get some rest. The three of you chilled in a restaurant and ate dinner. It was a chill session until Polnareff got drunk and sung out loud. Jotaro and you were laughing out loud and sang along. He sang it a lot of times and now, even you two mesmerized the lyrics. After everything you went through, you didn't give a frog about people sending your group glances. You deserved some freedom after all. Even though, it disturbed the others.

After that, the three of you ran around the town and bought some souvenirs. Polnareff, Jotaro and their stands tried on hats, glasses and silly poses which didn't fail to make you laugh. You and your two friends had fun all evening. Before everything went dark, the three of you sat at a nearby hill and watched the sun set. Tomorrow was the day to head back home. Polnareff back to France, Jotaro back to Japan and you back to your family. You would surely miss them after this. You didn't want to go home yet. Maybe not wanting to leave Egypt. Maybe just not wanting to leave these two dorks.

While you were too occupied with your thoughts, a blurred muscular figure drawing close near to a ghostly figure in the background. Their lips came in contact. Left with soft smiles on them. You felt something pressed on your lips and you turned to gaze upon your stand making out and being touchy with Star Platinum. You then met Jotaro's tortoise ones. "Ack!" "Yeck!" You two acted like children who saw their parents kissing and that caught Polnareff's attention. He then saw the whole thing and asked, "Wait. You two are dating?" He asked. "He's not my type," you defended yourself. "I am not interested in humans," Jotaro replied to Polnareff and both of you took that wrong way which ended with you two teasing him.

×

You woke up by a loud noise and opened your eyes to notice you were on the wooden floor. You stood up, your body still half asleep. Your stand and Star platinum was cuddling on your bed and maybe accidentally knocked you over. You opened your mouth to tell your stand to move a bit for you but both Star and your stand looked at peace in each other's arms. So, you didn't say anything to them and picked up your pillow from the floor. You then threw it at Jotaro who woke up by a thud at his face. Usually, you are a good person but no one disturb your sleep. And by that means, not even a single soul. Now, you were in a foul mood.

"What the f*ck?" Jotaro narrowed his eyes at you and then at the love birds. He then groaned and rolled to the other side,and kept your pillow as something to hug tight in his sleep. You walked pass his bed and stopped beside the one Polnareff was snoring in. You held his arm and shook him. "Polnareff...," your voice started to sound whiny. He didn't open his eyes. You scratched your neck and shook him again. "Polnareff!" Yes. You were whining. "Eh? Wha? Who? Which?" He opened his eyes and looked around. When he saw you, he blinked.

"Oh... What's wrong?" He asked in closed eyes. His hair silky and spread around his head. You pointed to your bed and replied, "I can't sleep." Polnareff then groaned a bit and raised his head to look over Jotaro's shoulders. "They're at it again. Huh?" His head fell back to the soft mattress. He then moved to the side for you and you kneeled onto the mattress. "Come here, Sherry," he opened his arms for you. Both of you were too sleepy to comprehend what he called you. You get into his arms and laid your head his arm. You put your arm on his waist and your leg on his thigh. He's your personal pillowcase now. Even though he didn't open his eyelids, he put the sheets over you and hugged you tightly. The light snoring echoed in the dimly lighted room.

×

The giggles of a baby and Polnareff's voice filled up the living room. "Peekaboo!" Polnareff teased the child and that never failed to make the baby smile wide. Jotaro wasn't the best with kids but since he was her favourite, he didn't have any problem letting her sit on his lap. The baby then clung onto Jotaro's shirt and tried to stand up. He then supported her with his hands under her armpits. She pulled his shirt over and searched for that birthmark. When she found what she wanted to see, she smiled at Jotaro. He just brushed it off with his catchphrase. The similar but smaller birthmark on the back of her shoulder stood still.

You sighed and stood up from the sofa, leaving the two love birds cuddling more space. Vivian coming in with snacks and drinks for the visitors. You glanced at Jotaro who handed Vivian her daughter. "How is Mr. Joestar doing? How comes he doesn't join us this time?" you asked while picking up the potato chips. Jotaro heaved an irritated sigh. "Good and busy." That ended the conversation between you two. Even though, you knew he didn't mean any threat in it. Maybe he had other problems with his life.

Polnareff started the conversation again. That the hunting for the arrows wasn't over yet. About its origin as much as he found out. You told them about the women who made through alive and how some had possibly Dio's offsprings. All reported towards Speedwagon Foundation and that they can call you whenever they need help. Jotaro went on about figuring there are more stand users now and that they are misusing their power. How you guys need to put an end to it. Working for SWF wasn't that bad after all. You still have in contact with your comrades and figured out how to keep your sister and your niece safe.

Star talked about how he was doing, how things had been going on, how Jotaro's focused on studies, how Jotaro barely fight anymore and how much he missed her. Your stand also told him how she was doing, how you got a job in SWF, how she's helping with you, how your niece is doing, how much she adores him and missed him. When they pulled in to kiss, you covered your niece's eyes out of habit. Your sister was confused at your unusual attempt, Polnareff was laughing till his bum bum hit the carpet. Jotaro cracked a smile and covered it with the shadow of his brim. You felt really embarrassed and the red tinted on your ears proved it.

×

People moving towards their own direction. Busy as they seemed. You in a tight group hug. Knowing your friends are gonna follow the path set by their own fate. You didn't know if you will see them again or not. That's why you wanted to treasure this moment. The little baby whined a bit. Wanting to join into your group hug. When you three broke it off, Polnareff went to her and kissed her cheek. Chuckling when she grabbed his earring. He took it off and let her keep it as a memorable gift. She kept chewing it with her small teeth. When he pulled away, her small hand lingering to touch his cheeks again. Leaving half of his heart with her.

Jotaro only patted her head. Saying, "Yare Yare." Her little fingers clinging onto his big ones. "Ya...re... Yare," she replied and the three of you gasped. Jotaro with a proud smirk. Your sister in joy because she started talking finally after 2 years. Polnareff fussing over about it because she didn't start with 'Pol Pol' even though he taught her plenty of times. You realized there was a start of something at the end of this. A heart warming smile on your lips.

The two lovers holding onto each other tightly. Not wanting to go. How he melt into her palm on his cheek. Savouring their last moment together. Not wanting to go. Her smile put an ease into his worried and sad heart. His arms around her. Surrounding her with his muscles which she adored so much. Maybe that was their last kiss. Maybe not. Who knows. His body separated hers. He having to stay in his master's range. His fingers traced onto her palm and then fingertips till there were no contact. He didn't turn back to his master yet. His eyes lingering onto her. Her eyes welling with tears. Not wanting this to end. "Ora...." Soft and delicate as a string of silk. Unlike their love for each other.

The baby mewled as her two playmates's back got smaller in the vision. Her face red like a tomato. Baby tomato as Polnareff's nickname for her. This made you chuckle a bit. Her hand stretching out for them. Her fist waving, signaling them to come back to her. Both of them turned to look at her. Polnareff raising his both hands and waving. His bag swaying. Jotaro tipped his brim at you three. "Bye Bye!!" Polnareff gave his farewell to have her crying out for more. Your sister held her delicate little hand and waved it. You looked at your stand crying and glanced around. Then acted like you were trying to wave and patted her back.

If fate still have surprises for you, you just wish your friends were one of them and your stand wish for the same too. If it were meant to be, you will definitely meet them again in the future. Age, appearance, experiences. Surely, they will differ but that would be the reason for you three to get drunk and sing that song again. Together. Surely, that would bring the other half of Star's heart back to him again. Surely, there will be only happiness and nothing to mourn or long for anymore. Surely,...

Surely.

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Nin’s Matchup!

(SFW + NSFW)

Matchup Profile: Sfw+nsfw matchup pretty pls! (1/5) Name: Nin>Female>5’4>Film & sfx/theatrical makeup freelancer>V athletic in MS-HS: ballet, was in volley ball, soccer &Basketball teams>Miss my prime days>Scared to start workout again b/c I’ll get lightheaded>If sum1 helps push me through initial fear, I’ll keep growing from there> Likes chilling in ballet stretch poses>paints, photographs&draws as hobby>draws a pic a day (mostly portraits)>writing a comic atm >Always plan contingencies.🦄

(2/5) >embarrassed of my loud laugh(it’s like Kuroo’s)>introvert>not afraid to lead a team tho> V shy & quiet most times>8/10 times, feels awk in public,like idk what i’m saying, but others told me I seem social>Once I’m comfy w/ u, i joke a lot(occasional mum jokes 2 annoy+Sassy dirty ones w/ S/O)>hides behind ppl who likes 2 talk, but not when they’re 2 loud>laughs @ mistakes/when embarrassed>Will stop mistreatment, even if I get in trouble>values communication&genuine discussions🦄

(3/5) Sings when home alone>competes @ Street Fighter tournaments, trains everyday 4 it>Sings “Hit Me W/ Your Best Shot” when fighting bosses in game&swears melodically when i lose>eats chips w/ chopsticks >make hats out of my cat fur when bored>Workahokic night🦉>likes 2 teach >full convos w/ my 🐱>LIVES in oversized hoodies & flip flops, regardless of weather>no pants@home!>Feels incompetent sometimes, but keep practicing 2 improve>Analytical fast learner>idk why ppl think i look innocent🦄

(4/5)>Forgets 2 speak eng when tired (Thai 1st lang.)>Headrubs 4 s/o every night b4 bed>will miss u but is bad@texting>yelps like puppy when I’m surprised>Unconventionally resourceful: Wire hangers’s fixes everything! >stress bakes & will gets pouty if it didn’t turn out well.>overwhelmed to water my 50+ 🌱 >Doodles on smt (always have a pen on me)when i feel socially anxious> 2 dance sober @ clubs> Wants a stable relationship where we work tgt like a team to bring out the best in one another🦄

(5/5) I like a s/o who is lovable, kind, genuine, mature, independent and caring, but can also joke & be silly with like best friends. NSFW: open 2 try new things>❤️restraints, blindfolds & sensual tickle sex (as lee+ler) but had always been too shy to share it with any1>occasionally self conscious of food baby+stretchmarks>🥰edging/teasing >has a thing 4 height differences (likes to feel smol lol!) & primal play.>Is a switch. I’m so sorry if it’s too much info! Thank you for doing this!🦄

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A/N: HI LOVE @crushzone !!!! I SMILE WHEN I SEE YOU IN MY NOTIFS GIRL I WORKED HARD ON YOURS OF COURSE💖 But no matter whaaaat I’m going to be very authentic in my matchups bc they’re based on compatibility and therefore, without further ado, lemme introduce you to your NEW BAE:

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KŌTARŌ BOKUTO 🦉

SFW:

so you’re a theatrical makeup artist.

Aight.

Mind if I offer you a word of advice? :

RUN

“DUDE THAT’S AMAZING IT LOOKS SO SICK!”

Startled by someone’s loud booming voice, you smudged the eyeliner you were applying to your actor’s face all over their forehead. Whipping around to see who had disrupted your work you were faced with a beautiful black and grey haired owl. A rather tall... and very attractive ‘beautiful black and grey haired owl.’

He started walking around the dressing room like he owned the place, touching everything.

“Excuse me, you don’t have a badge. You can’t be backstage—!”

“Pretty obvious don’t you think, Miss ________?”

You didn’t take his bait, refusing to give this stranger your name. Bokuto shrugged.

“Well since I don’t know your name I shall label thee—Miss HOT GIRL of the 9 Kingdoms!” He nudged the knight actor who was sitting in your makeup chair with his elbow. “Did I sound 15th century ish or what??” The owl turned to you expecting to be praised. “I had to meet the person who made the medieval vampire look so scary in the last act. But that guy with the lights didn’t tell me anything about you being so hot.”

You were speechless because he was hot too

But he shouldn’t be back here so you tried to shoo him out anyway

He allowed you to try to shove him out but he was way bigger than you so nice try sis

When he yawned while you panted because you weren’t able to budge him an inch....

Bokuto wagered that he would leave if you agreed to make him look like the Hulk with your makeup skills for a Halloween party he had to go to

You didn’t really want to because you were a professional and you had no idea who this owl was but because you had 15 minutes until the second act and you needed peace and quiet if you were going to finish your job!!! ....

( This boy was not peace NOR quiet )

You agreed.... but because you answered so fast Bokuto kicked it up one notch

Prince of pushing his luck (king is reserved for Shōyo‘s extra ass)

He pretended to allow you to push him out of the makeup room a few steps but before you closed the door he stuck his foot between the door so it couldn’t close.

Smiling, he peered back in, looking down at you:

“AND...... you have to agree to go on a date with me. Tomorrow night?”

“Ugh FINE!”

Bo removed his foot and let himself out with a bounce in his step.

SERIOUSLY WHO LET THIS MAN BACKSTAGE......

Needless to say, after a few dates, mans won you over like he wins EVERYONE over

It surprised you how comfortable you became with him but he just has that affect on people

***

In terms of your athletic relationship Bokuto does many things:

He pushes you to go to the gym with him for one

He signs the two of you up for impromptu Beginner 30-day challenges that you both must stick to

So every morning for 30-days straight he jumps on you in bed to wake you up:

“NIN BABY TIME TO HIT THE GYM. BABY NIN TIME TO GET IN SOME SEXY GYM SHORTS. MON BÉBÉ NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNN—“

“Kōtarō, please shut up.”

he doesn’t

He drags you there and eventually you get back into the swing of things.. killing it in the weight room with your supportive man cheering on your every rep!

You don’t even need him to wake you up during the second challenge!

Your volleyball player boyfriend also signs you up (without permission) for the neighborhood soccer team that Akaashi’s girlfriend is already on

You hated it at first because it was uncomfortable going back after not playing for so long but you soon realized that all the girls there were ex-athletes too and not stars

You formed amazing new girl friendships (especially with Akaashi’s gf) and double dates with them were one of your favourite nights of the week!

You owed that happiness in your life all to your Owl 🦉🥰

He and Akaashi came to every soccer game y’all had and you and the three of you went to all of Bokuto’s games, obviously

Btw you all were FITTTTTT OML

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In addition...

You already know that your man finds your artistic talents insanely fascinating

On your first anniversary together Bokuto gifted you with a new paint set and new French stand:

Because he admires you Bokuto also tries to draw and paint seriously just like you

You stand over his shoulder and give him corrections and baby owl learns so fast it’s amazing

You two make ‘paint night’ a thing when you move in together and it’s always the most fun event!!!!

Bokuto CONSTANTLY and I mean CONSTANTLY asks for you to add him to the comic you’re writing but you say no because he wouldn’t fit in

He sulks but one day you surprise him by showing him that you drew a cute soaring black and gray owl in the background of almost every outdoor scene in your comic,

you pointed out that it was him

BOKUTOOOO WAS SOOOOO HAPPY

HE WAS SHOUTING FROM THE ROOFTOPS

He called Akaashi right away and almost cried tears of joy hahahahaha

***

Your contingent based lifestyle has saved your reckless boyfriend’s life and career many-a-times

It’s one of the things he loves most about you.

Also, it is important to mention that he is in LOVE with your laugh

Bby owl does anything to hear it and showers your face with kisses when you laugh to draw it out

He loves you so freaking much

When you don’t make sense and speak gibberish in public because your awkward side randomly comes out......your boyfriend loves to make fun of you:

“Huh? Nin, that wasn’t Japanese, that wasn’t Thai and that definitely wasn’t English. What planet is my adorable baby girl from, again? And how do I return her in exchange for a floating space car instead?!”

suh cute

All of Bokuto’s teammates really like you because you work in conjunction with Akaashi which means you actually have the magic ability to get Bokuto out of emo mode even faster than his best friend 🤯🤯🤯

When he’s at an away game in emo mode his teammates will literally FaceTime you and point their phone in his general direction

“Hey, Kōtarō!!!! Look, Nin’s on the phoneeee!”

Bby owl turns around slowly when he was sulking in the corner and when he sees you on the screen he’s running and jumping on whoever is holding your phone.”

“Kōtarō baby. You’re going to stop this emo mode right now. If not I won’t let you paint me nude like we discussed.”

mans was like: 😨😨😨😨🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

YEP the next second you see him hitting his best practice spikes and his teammate thanks you profusely

You do this several times until Kōtarō just knows to not go into emo mode anymore because you won’t be happy

A year into his professional volleyball career The Black Jackal’s coach sent a surprise fruit bouquet to your work one time:

With a note that read:

To Nin,

Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

Love,

The Team

***

I know you don’t really like people who are considered “too loud” and Bokuto is like...... “MEGA LOUD 🎙 “ but you and Akaashi work together to quiet your boy down as he gets older

He’s perfect

And you love him

***

OKAY THIS IS THE FUNNIEST day THING:

You know how you like standing up for people (even strangers) and stuff?

Well one day, you and Bokuto get caught on a show called WHAT WOULD YOU DO?

Where the two of you cussed out this cat-abusing actor on the show in a convincing scenario!

It was PRICELESS

Bokuto literally tells everyone that y’all are movie stars because of it 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

***

More in the relationship:

Bo is always singing with you 💞 when y’all make breakfast it becomes a national sport to sing at the top of your lungs!!

And when he sees you eat chips with chopsticks he’s pulling a Hinata “🤩🤩🤩” face .

He begs you to teach him how

So you try

......and try

..................and try

He can’t do it bruv 😞

You see bby Owl’s emo mode return for the first time in like a year when the chip shatters between his sticks again

This time, you have to enlist Akaashi as the FaceTime saviour and Keiji just tells him:

“Bokuto. You should prefer eating chips with your hands anyway. It gets to your mouth faster.”

cue Bo’s 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 face

........And all is well again

There’s more:

So you’re a workaholic?

Bokuto is fine with that. He just makes you promise that he gets to take you out on your lunch breaks a few times a week or whenever he can

He’s so sweet and your coworkers are BIG jealous of your relationship

Your man BEGSSSSS you to teach him Thai but you find it too hard so when he’s travelling on a long flight he spends the time learning the language on YouTube (and actually get decent at it) so that he can understand you when you’re sleepy😴🥺💕

When Bokuto surprises you by wishing you goodnight in Thai before he falls asleep (while you’re giving him head rubs), your heart explodes BECAUSE why is he the cutest thing in the world ?!?!?!

RELATIONSHIP COMMUNICATION:

You don’t text/you’re bad at texting? That’s fine, mainly because bby owl is so busy with volleyball anyway, but if you don’t text him back when he is feeling needy the boy will call you 20 times in a row

When you finally pick up, your heart is beating like thinking it’s an emergency

But he will answer saying:

“Oh, no emergency. I just want booty pics. Please, Nin babyyyyy?”

you’re like: 😑

ANOTHER CUTE THING YOUR MAN DOES?????

AIGHT:

It’s cringey but.......

When you’re at work all day doing makeup and he’s home he will send you pics throughout the day of him taking care of your plants like they are y’alls newborn children:

His text:

Baby look!!! Ollie the Orchid grew to 7 inches today!!! Yesterday he was 6.8 inches!!!!! They grow up so fast 😭😭😭”

Your reply:

Not quite as long as your dick, Bo

His reply:

I hate when you get me horny when I’m trying to take care of the kiiiids 😭😭😭😭

Dkm

Of all the factors you look for in a man, Bokuto has all of them

Like I said he becomes much more mature when you and Akaashi are his closest compadres

What people don’t know is that Kōtarō is actually very mature he is just a hardcore optomist (besides emo mode lmao) so people often mistake him as immature or dumb

But He’s far from it and you see that everyday

It’s why you fell for him

When dealing with serious issues that life has to handle, you see a different side of Bokuto, a real side, the side he shows in every tough volleyball game when he makes you metaphorically step behind him so he can deal with any problem that comes your way

He would literally withstand all your battles if that meant you’d remain happy forever

We stan a relationship like yours💞

NSFW:

okay so you know how you chill in ballet 🩰 stretches sometimes?

THAT DRIVES KŌTARŌ WILD.

It turns him on so much and he is constantly testing how flexible you are in the bedroom

When you keep meeting his expectations he is POUNDING you cause he is so turned on

He fucking loves it

It also turns him on when you’ll be acting shy and stuff but then randomly you’ll lead your neighbourhood soccer team like a BAD BITCH

When he sees that he’s already asking Akaashi how long until the game ends because he’s horny:

Akaashi deadpans. “Too much information. And the game just started 3 minutes ago. Get a water and calm yourself.”

Bo is sad but it makes for one hell of a I’m-proud-of-you sexscape when you get home from your game!!

Your dirty jokes also turn Bokuto on.

A lot.

A lot a lot:

“Bo.....I was joking.”

“I know but if I hear the word ‘dick’ coming out of your mouth I automatically think of you blowing me so now I want us to go home.” He whines.

You sigh. He’s lucky he’s so fucking hot.

When you’re playing street fighter every night this boy will not leave you alone until you cockwarm him

“Nin can you pleaseeeeee warm my cock while you train? I miss you.”

Your concentration turns him on so he has to ask nicely 😊

You love his dick so of course you oblige

Bby owl is so happy just sitting there being in your company and in your warmth but sometimes or every time he ends up thrusting into you

Sometimes while he’s giving you deep slow thrusts he orders you to keep playing or he won’t get you off

Damn 🤤

Let’s not forget also that you drive your man wild by walking around the house in hoodies all the time and nothing else

Every day, another hoodie will be found in various RANDOM places in the house because Bo flings it off you before he makes love to you wherever, and they go missing

Finally, when you get all sad and pouty because one of your baker trials goes to shit (ruined chocolate brownies this time, boo 💔), your boyfriend is taking your hand gently in an instant, leading you to the bedroom:

“Don’t be sad my beautiful girl, you know how much I hate seeing you sad. It makes me sad.! Here, come in the room and sit on my face—I promise I’ll make you feel better.”

WELL DAMN—😳💦

Maybe you should screw up brownie recipes more often.

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A/N: do you know the show what would you do??? Watch it on YouTube if you haven’t haha I couldn’t stop thinking about you and Bokuto being on it after reading your matchup profile!!!! I hope you liked it bb! Give me all your reactions, I want all the smoke 💞💞💞

#matchups #nin and bby owl #bokuto kotaro

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What We Do in the Shadows Movie Review

Opening Thoughts

I am so excited to get to return to doing Movie Reviews! I wanted to start off with my most favorite vampire movie of all time; What We Do in the Shadows. This movie is, in my humble opinion, the overall best vampire movie ever made, and I will fill this post with my arguments for this.

Watching Thoughts (Spoiler Alert!)

Such detailed sets and costumes. Lots of love with into this. The first reason this is the overall best vampire movie is because so many different types of vampires are represented, meaning it doesn’t matter what kind of vampires you like, there’s a character in there for every vampire fan. Relate-able. I also have an extreme aversion to dishes. ‘Vampires don’t do Dishes’ is a new motto of mine. Vlad is definitely the most quotable vampire. So many hilarious lines like ‘I was known as Vladislav the Poker.’ I LOVE the opening music in this. Another great thing I love about this movie is the human emotion these vampires seem to explode with. Ah yes, gotta have the sweet vampire x human love story for those romance lovers. Perfectly punctuated with an awkward trumpet. Something that people like to try to hide is the fact that vampires are awkward. By removing all humor, most vampire movies come off as waaaay too hoity-toity. This movie doesn’t take itself so seriously that they can’t make us laugh and enjoy the story they are telling us. They also make fun of the trope that vampirism makes you immediately a hunk or babe. A Trope which I think is a damaging thing. It keeps vampires boring and gate-kept. Where’s my cleft lip vampires? My midget vampires? Vampires with acne scars? Vampires who aren’t the hottest hottie hot who ever hotted hot? What We Do in the Shadows doesn’t have a glass ceiling saying who can and can’ be a part of the hellish legions. I would like a more in-depth look into the media of this universe. If they can find a vampire feeding on a man in the street, what is daily life for humans like there other than needing door-men to keep vampires out of the bar? Why are humans still in town? Does the vampire hunter that comes in later get paid? Is that is day job? And is Anne Rice a vampire in this universe? (Jackie named her daughter Akasha so we have to assume Anne Rice was still famous but was she still human?????) Ah, pedo hunter. That is one of the jobs I would love to have if I was a vampire. Clean up those streets! How does Jackie’s hubby feel about his wife having a master? Viago is a wonderful vampire but I find his method of finding prey to be the creepiest of the flat-mates. He reminds me of the boys who would pretend to like you while they orchestrated how to get you in bed. Every moment had a motive, and no matter what you said about your wants or needs, he’s going to take what he wants. Especially in modern times, vampires are a way to hide our sexuality in fiction, and the manipulative undertones of the romantic vampire did not escape my notice. Peter moves so smoothly through the window all I can imagine is him being pushed on a skateboard to get that silhouette. Which makes me laugh every time. The dinner scene is my favorite. Absolutely hilarious notes on virginity, mispronunciation of spaghetti, a great and blatant theft from the Lost Boys, and some really great special effects. By far the funniest scene in the movie. Not to mention, it runs into the best dance sequence of all time lol. Deacon and I would be best buds. As you may end up noticing in my novels, I am HERE for vampire turning scenes. I love how different it is for every story and even every vampire. Such a personal and extreme experience. I love it. When I was a kid I loved the idea that vampires can fly, but now that I am an adult I can only accept it if vampirism is a magical infection, not a scientific one. Luckily, these vampires can do all kinds of magic tricks so it’s fine and doesn’t bother me. Stew tickles me pink. He’s so confused. What would a modern vampire story be without the dance club? Sad and without dancing, that’s what. What is the point of living forever if you don’t truly enjoy the arts? I like the idea that the arts move vampires differently than people because it is the only way they can truly connect to humans, and their eternal lives allow them to have deeper layers of emotions that are stroked by artistic immersion. We even get a little vampires vs werewolf action for those who like that enemy dynamic (even though vampires and werewolves are rooted in the exact same myths, let them keep imagining this fight. Says a lot about the nature of humans to fight the self.) If a lion can be friends with a gazelle when not starving, so can a vampire be friends with a person, and I am here for it. Go Stew. Deacon and Nick are so similar in the root of who they are. Deacon is jealous of Nick and Nick is jealous of Stew. Deacon is just older and more careful. I would be a terrible vampire. People already grow up too fast around me while I sit in my house in dark rooms lol. My human pets would die left and right while I just kinda lost sense of time. Enter the other reason this movie is so good. Up until now it has been very funny with a few moments of gore and questionable morality. But now we get to see some sadness, which no vampire movie should be without. This movie balances humor with some gut wrenching scenes, like here where Nick can’t eat his favorite food anymore. They take a funny puking scene and make it sad and relate-able. The romance of vampires is stripped in this movie and they are shown for us for what they truly are or can be if we just let them; complex, strange, sat monsters that can hold our secret human feelings. Vampires help us explore humanity, sexuality, and mortality. They are our fears and our desires. They are us. Death is what all vampires truly embody. Our fear of death and the inevitability of it. Our desire to live forever no matter the cost, and the horrid truth that no matter how long you live, the sun will find you one day. The head blur was a good and simple trick to simulate turning a head 180 degrees. Even the vampires reacting to a house visit from the police is relate-able. ‘You will not notice anything out of the ordinary,’ she said under her breath, scooting the bong under the couch with her foot. They are very good at softening very sad scenes with humor, and toning down funny scenes with sadness, another thing many vampire movies struggle to do. I would have loved a little promo pamphlet of Wellington Vampire Laws. I would have read that shit out of that. We all have our Beasts, lol. I love that the ball is held in just some rental hall like a regular ol wedding or something. Not in a cemetery or an old gothic hall. Nope, there’s finger sandwiches and banners. I wish they would have touched on the fact that they treat witches as inhuman? I wanna know more. Again, vampires embody our fear of death, which includes our fear of age. It is inevitable, that as you age, you will outlive your friends, or they will outlive you. No one escapes without losing someone. Vampires allow us to face and figure out that fear a little bit (hopefully) before it happens to us and our loved ones. Loss is universal. No vampire movie could contend for overall best without exploring loss and how it deeply effects our lives. And we can’t feel loss without first feeling love. Loss and love are at the heart of what a vampire needs to touch our hearts. Without it they are just monsters. But a perfect movie wouldn’t end on a sour or somber note, in my opinion, and What We Do in the Shadows delivers a lovely and light-hearted wrap-up to the best vampire movie ever made.  

Closing Thoughts

It doesn’t matter what kind of vampire fan you are, whether you’re an Anne Rice fan, only like pre-1900’s vamps, a fan of the vamp vs wolf stories, or a twi-hard, you have something for you in this movie. If you like romance, or the chase, or drama, or comedy, you have something for you here. If you like theater art or music, this movie has lots of special effects, acting tricks, and amazing music. It explores deep themes while never losing the pace of humor. It has adult jokes but not so many you couldn’t show it to your mom. And the credits aren’t boring, filled with more scenes and great jams. Leave a comment, reblog, or send me an ask and tell me; what do you think is overall the best vampire movie ever made. Do you agree with me or do you have something else in mind?

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The Lost Ones Ch. 4

Chapter 4: I am a Lost Boy, from Neverland

Summary: Many things in a large city fall by the wayside, one of the things, unfortunately, are that many children are forgotten and lost.

A/N: Title for this and the concept for this entire story were when I was listening to Lost Boy by Ruth B. it’s a really good song.

Warning: Yancy is kidnapped in this fic, something I’ve been alluding to in a couple of fics. Nothing else happens to him but it does touch on the fact that worse could have happened to him.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

~::~ 14 Years Ago ~::~

-::- Arthur Isaacs -::-

Arthur had hazy memories of his birth parents. He didn’t know much but he did know that they gave him up because they couldn’t handle him.

But in the world of temporary homes he’d learned that if you wanted attention, the fastest way to get it was to be louder than anything else.

It usually got him into trouble and caused fights, but they weren’t ignoring him. He was there to them.

One of the caretakers was trying to fix his collar, it was dirt and bloodstained from a fight with another kid.

“Arthur, can you put the book down for five seconds?” She demanded harshly, then tried to push the little pocket spiral notebook out of his hands.

“NO!” Arthur screamed and twisted away.

“Listen to me,” she told him sharply. “You have someone who’s talking about adopting you. This isn’t a foster home.”

Arthur didn’t believe her, no one wanted him, she was just trying to take his notebook!

“I got this,” a deeper, southern drawl spoke up. “Howdy kiddo.”

Arthur looked up at a man in a bushy mustache, his normally messy brown hair combed back but there was still an indent that showed he usually wore a hat.

“Howdy, what’cha got there?” The man knelt down a little, smiling.

The boy glared at him before kicking the man in the shins, making him scream in anger and pain as he pulled away from him.

“Arghhhh! Yah son-of-a—!” The man screamed and Arthur smiled back.

“That’s quite enough, Edgar,” a sharper baritone sliced through the air.

The man glared at someone down the hall and Arthur froze when he saw a man standing in the doorway of the office. Arthur had heard whispers of the older kids who snuck out at night and talked about finding “The Demon”. A monster who they said dragged kids under their bed and ate them as they slept.

Arthur clutched his notebook to his chest. One of the caretakers was hovering close to his side, as if she was going to pull him away.

“Hello Mr. Isaacs,” Dark greeted, walking towards him.

Arthur stepped forward and moved to stomp on the man’s foot; confident that regardless of what happened, he’d get a pretty cool story out of it.

Dark was faster and Arthur’s foot met an impenetrable barrier that looked like it should be made of smoke.

The Entity just stared at Arthur, all the adults braced to see the seven-year-old sent flying back down the hallway for his bravado. But Dark just chuckled, clearly more amused with the boy than offended.

“Are you the Devil?” Arthur asked, not breaking eye contact.

Dark laughed, absolutely tickled by Arthur’s attitude. He bent his knees and brought himself down to Arthur’s level, “What if I said I was?”

“Prove it,” Arthur dared. “Where do you take the kids you eat?”

“I don’t eat children,” Dark told him.

“If you want my notebook, you can’t have it,” Arthur spat, twisting a bit and shielding his notebook with his body.

“You like to write?” Dark asked, smiling.

“I’m gonna be the best writer ever,” Arthur proclaimed.

Dark’s smile didn’t fade, “I’m sure you will be.”

After that Dark would walk into the office with the director. Arthur would be sent back to the other kids. He would tell the older kids he’d seen the Devil and spoken with him.

They, of course, didn’t believe him. Arthur was infamous for making up stories. He was hit by a particularly tall thirteen-year-old.

But when Arthur disappeared one morning and never returned. One of the other kids would say they saw him with a person who made the room ring and lose its color . . . well . . . they were inclined to believe that he had been right.

-::- Illinois Jones -::-

Illinois has been through a couple foster homes in his short seven year life so he knew what it meant to be brought into this room. It was the outer lobby where potential parents and foster parents got to meet the kids they were hoping to take care of. Sometimes some of the older teenagers would come and go from the room because it was a quiet place to sit and relax.

The first time he’d been in the room he had snuck in. Right now, after his last . . . he didn’t like to think about going to another place.

But he was led into the room that, unlike any other time Illinois had been inside of it, it was empty except for a man sitting at a table. He was playing chess with himself.

“Hello,” he greeted when Illinois was brought to stand next to him.

“Hello,” Illinois responded back. “Were you playing with someone?”

He smiled, resetting the board and gesturing for Illinois to sit down. “In a way. Do you like chess?”

Shrugging, Illinois looked at the man, “I played once with one of the older kids. I lost.”

“Tends to happen,” Dark chuckled, waved his hands over the board and it became a deck of cards. “I remember losing my first couple of games. Do you play cards?”

“Yeah?” Illinois answered. As he began shuffling, Illinois added, “I’m Illinois.”

He smiled, “My name is Dark.”

Really? Illinois thought, but what the boy said was, “I’ve never heard that name before.”

There was a slight, silent chuckle that passed through Dark, “Have you ever played spoons before?”

Illinois nodded.

“This is a little variant we play at my house,” Dark told him, pulling out the card on the top and tapping the little letters, “four matching numbers. Only we draw from the deck instead of passing it to each other.”

He drew three more cards, he now had: a three of clubs, a queen of spades, a four of hearts, and a seven of hearts. Then he tossed the queen into the center next to the deck. “Do you understand?”

With a nod, they started. The two played in almost complete silence.

Dark won.

They started another game, and halfway in Dark spoke up, “I’ve heard a lot about you. They say you’re quite the escape artist.”

Illinois felt . . . the closest he could call it was scared.

“I don’t like being stuck,” Illinois evaded.

“I suppose I can relate to that,” Dark told him. Then he won again, and Illinois felt frustrated. It didn’t seem fair.

But he let Dark start another round.

“You’re good at this game,” Illinois told Dark.

The Entity smiled, “I’ve actually grown quite rusty. My . . . boyfriend and his son love playing spoons, and he has been teaching him how to cheat. So the game is less who’s faster, but who doesn’t get caught.”

Then he placed down a group of four sevens, “I win again.”

Illinois glared at him, “Hey, you cheated.”

Dark had a huge, cat-like grin on his face as he took the cards and shuffled again, “Now why would I do that?”

“How am I gonna win if you’re cheating?” Illinois complained in frustration.

“Now Illinois,” Dark’s tone was marginally firmer than before. “I’m going to ask you a simple question. I have time for one more game, or we can talk a bit. What would you like to do?”

He tapped the top of the deck twice and Illinois frowned.

“We can play another game,” Illinois pouted.

“We don’t have to,” Dark insisted.

Illinois insisted and Dark shuffled them in again and in the first round, Illinois had two fours. The game proceeded two more rounds and Illinois was feeling hopeful. Then Dark tossed the last four Illinois needed into the discard pile. Dark didn’t break eye contact with him, clearly expecting something from him. Illinois knew Dark was going to cheat again, that he was going to take the win from him.

It wasn’t fair, if he could just get into the discard pile then he’d win.

There was some clattering off in the distance and Dark turned his entire body to look down the hall. Illinois darted, grabbing the last four. But in his rush he’d forgotten to get rid of the ten he still had before Dark turned back around. He quickly chucked the card into the discard pile.

“I won!” Illinois smiled, putting his cards down and throwing his hands up in the air.

Dark just smiled, as if he was amused by him, chin resting on his palm. “I guess you did.”

He collected the cards and then grabbed the deck and fanned the cards out to show Illinois that deck was half-full of nothing but fours. Then he brought them back together and tapped them on the table, making them all disappear.

“Illinois, I am going to have to go, but I will see you again,” Dark promised.

“When?” Illinois felt a weight settling in his chest.

“If all goes well? Tomorrow, if not the day after.” Dark stood up but when he held out his hand again the deck of cards was back in his hands. “Do practice, you’re going to need it, and I want someone other than Wil winning all the time.”

“Thank you,” Illinois took the cards and held them to his chest.

Dark left and Illinois took the cards into his room, sneakily making sure to stay up late to practice and when he was ushered into a car by one of the caretakers he was yawning and almost falling asleep on his feet.

-::- Kaylor Kingston -::-

“I don’t wanna go,” Kay sobbed in panic, holding onto the table leg.

One of the caretakers was sadly looking down at the little five year old. Yesterday a man in a dark suit had come to talk to him and in the moment he’d been put at ease a bit, but now that he was being taken out of the facility, Kay was having a minor panic attack.

“Kaylor, it’s not another foster home, you even liked him when he came over,” she tried to calm him down.

It took a bit of time before Kay could be convinced to follow them down and into a waiting car. It was a black one, and when the door was open Kay could see another boy sitting inside, curled and sleeping against the door.

At first Kay was fine as he was basically belted into his car seat, but soon as the doors closed he was struck by blind fear again. “No! No! No!”

Kaylor was crying and lightly hitting his forehead on the door but it wouldn’t budge.

The other kid in the car was sleeping with a deck of cards tightly clutched in his hands. At Kay’s tears and the screaming, he woke up drowsily. “Hmmm?”

“Hello,” he mumbled before leaning over. Kay fearfully cried because he didn’t want to be alone but he couldn’t get out of his seat.

He introduced himself as Illinois and then eventually fell asleep again and it was a bit of a drive before the car stopped.

The car door on Kay’s side opened and there was the grey man in the suit again.

Their driver got out of the car to help him get Illinois out.

“I trust the drive was uneventful?” Dark asked and Kay watched Dark’s smoky dark grey aura take him out of his seat but didn’t pull him out of the car. Illinois slowly walked over to Dark, looking like he was going to fall asleep while still standing.

“Yes, Sir, smooth driving,” the driver answered.

“Hello Kaylor, I’m here to take you home,” Dark told him. “First we’re going to get something to eat.”

Kay eyes him suspiciously and Dark produced from the Void a little rabbit plushie, “Timid little one, aren’t you? You’re definitely a smart one.”

The small boy took the rabbit but it took another moment of gentle coaxing before he got out.

“There we go,” Dark smiled, using his aura to carefully scoop both boys up and whisk them toward his favorite restaurant.

-::- Yan Ayano -::-

Yan followed after the man in a cowboy hat. He looked scared. She’d never seen an adult look scared before.

“Where are we going?” Yan asked him.

Ed, for his part, was trying desperately not to panic in front of a five-year-old. Dark had a relatively specific order when he’d contracted Ed to bring him kids. They had to look like the one he already had.

How Dark wound up with a five-year-old, he had no idea. Probably Wil if the man was to put money on it. Wil had probably got sloppy drunk and the poor girl had been found out by Dark.

Really Dark made his job so much harder by being vague. About five, Asian-descent, and male were the only things Ed could think Dark wanted.

The problem: Yan ticked only two of those boxes. But it was showtime. He was already short a kid, and being short two kids would look even worse. Ed honestly blamed it on the little girl’s short hair.

In his scramble to get the kids, he’d overlooked her gender and Dark was—

Dark stepped through the portal into the warehouse that Illinois and Kay would eventually be brought to in about an hour.

The girl looked at Dark and hid behind Ed with a gasp.

Dark looked at Yan and Ed braced for a sharp dismissal. “Number four, I’ve got five in the next room.”

Ed held out her file, “Yan Ayano, from Pembroke Holy Orphanage.”

Dark took the small file, quickly flipping through it. He let out an amused chuckle, then looked back at Yan.

Then Dark bent his knees a little to get closer to Yan’s level and he change almost at the blink of an eye. Dark shifting to look like her red soul.

Ed had seen Dark’s “other half” one other time so far. Back when he worked for his father before the man was forced to retire. He knew that his father feared Dark when she was like this. That Dark was more dangerous in this form.

“Hello,” Dark smiled at Yan.

Yan poked her head out from behind Ed’s leg a bit.

Dark smiled, keeping her teeth hidden to try not to frighten the girl. “Well it’ll certainly be good to have a little lady in the house. A nice little sister.”

Ed just about died from relief.

“What if I’m not a good girl?” Yan mumbled.

Dark’s’s head tilted a bit, almost like a cat, “And why wouldn’t you be?”

“I cut Jenny’s hair because she said my haircut looked dumb,” Yan mumbled into Ed’s leg.

Dark laughed, a lilted high pitched laugh, and clapped her hands, “Oh aren’t you a delightful little peach. You are just perfect.”

Yan’s face peeked out more from Ed’s leg, looking more hopeful. “You’re really pretty.”

Dark smile didn’t fade, holding out her hands, “And so are you.”

Carefully Yan stepped forward and took her hands.

-::- Yancy Times -::-

Yancy was having the worst week of his life. He’d been going to a family reunion with his parents and he’d been sleepy during the drive. Next thing he knew someone was grabbing him away from them and he couldn’t think to scream before they were already out the door and being shoved into a car.

Then he was taken to another car and driven away from there to another building where he was put in a room.

He hid in the closet, trying to hide.

He was found by a man in a cowboy hat who dragged him away from the room and he was so scared and terrified that he just dead fished on the ground. Which in retrospect would be a last-ditch effort technique he would be taught later in life.

Yancy was unfortunately dragged off to a warehouse and locked in a room. His only tactic hid under a chair.

Then, after ages of waiting terrified, the door opened.

“As far as I know, nothin’s happened ta him,” a southern drawl was the first thing he heard.

“You’re sure?” A deeper voice demanded, he sounded angry and that terrified Yancy even more.

“Bout 75%,” the southern drawl answered. “One ‘a my boys might have gotten handsy behind my back but they wouldn’ta had a lot of time ta do anythin’.”

Then someone knelt down in front of him and Yancy tried to flinch back but there was nowhere to go.

“I want my mommy and daddy,” Yancy sobbed.

The man with grey skin glared at the cowboy, “I said no families, was I unclear?”

“Look I don’t know where he’s from, I was cleanin’ up the room an’ he was in there,” the southern guy spat. “Where am I supposed to move him ta?”

“Just go, I’ll handle this,” there was a ringing that accompanied his voice that seemed to get louder and Yancy whimpered, trying to cover his ears.

He braced for . . . something but it never came and eventually he saw the man sitting a bit farther away, “Hello, what’s your name?”

“Yancy?” Yancy replied.

“Do you know who I am?” The man asked.

Yancy shook his head.

“There’s been an unfortunate mix-up,” the man told him. “You are not supposed to be here.”

“Can I go home?” Yancy asked.

“Not yet, do you know where you’re from?” The man asked.

“I live in a blue apartment, number 18, third floor,” Yancy explained, just a touch braver.

“No, I mean—” he rubbed at the bridge of his nose, “city. What city are you from?”

Yancy went quiet, trying to remember but the name escaped him.

“Well then,” the man threw his hands up, standing up. “I’ll have to keep my eyes on you until I can send you home. My name is Dark.”

When he offered his hand, Yancy reluctantly worked his way out from under the chair. It would take him almost eleven years to make it back to his birth parents, and unfortunately it would have grievous results.

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