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[seokjinsonlyone]

this how i think bts would be if they was your husband

namjoon:

you’d have your own rooftop garden together; like he’d get someone to get it setup architecturally the way he has it envisioned in his head and to give like advice on the types of plants that are good for this set up but y’all would do all the seeding and watering and weed pulling yourselves

evening walks together around sunset through the park or around the river hand in hand where you just soak up nature and talk about any and everything

you both like the idea of having a pet but know that you're too busy to keep one regularly so you end up getting fish; he gets a cute little 20 gallon tank and like five fish but he actually does a lot of research on which fish live the best together, which food and treats they like best, the best plants and knick knacks to put inside, how to clean it, etc.; all in all takes the whole situation way more seriously than you'd thought he would; it was supposed to be sumn light for the summer time but you'd think he's filming an episode of tanked for all the time and effort he pours into it

sits side by side with you rubbing circles into your lower back whenever you need to rant about something

loves it when you get desperate for him so sometimes around the time you're ovulating he teases you; will walk around the house in nothing but his briefs with his glasses on talking in his deep voice; will invade your space like if you're in the kitchen making food or something he's gonna come up behind you and wrap that strong arm around your middle kissing up on you asking meaningless questions about what you're doing until you finally snap and drag him to the bedroom

consistently opens every door for you and pulls out your chair at restaurants even if it's five, ten years down the line

the type to never know where anything is; it's not even that you switch things up a lot it's just that he never forgot the muscle memory of where things were when he lived alone; so he's constantly calling out to you asking where something is; half the time what he looking for be in very obvious locations but his mind is just so all over the place that he overlooks it

uses you as his sounding board when he has a situation he needs handled; will just sit there and think out loud to you for minutes and hours; you don't even be saying that much really like occasionally he'll ask what you think but he appreciates having a listening ear more than anything and you're happy to be there for him even if his incessant rambling makes you wanna strangle yourself sometimes

would learn to help you take out your box braids; it makes you nervous when he first offers to help because he can be a bit rough sometimes but he's oddly gentle and diligent with the task; once he's gotten good with that you convince him to wash your hair too; and take down/wash day is less dreadful because of it

you two become a package deal; like it could be a boys night or a girl's night and you're always gonna try to bring the other with and most of the time y'alls friends don't mind like you're one of the boys and he's one of the girls so it's fine; even if he like invites some friends over the house and you stay in the room to give them some space at some point he's gonna go and check up on you; you'll just be laying in bed on your laptop or phone, watching tv or something and he's gonna lay beside you and ask what you doing make sure you're okay next thing you know 30 minutes gon go by and you'll have to remind him that he has guests over; then he's gonna convince you to come out with him and stay tucked up under his arm until his friends leave or pass out

seokjin:

draws you a bath when he knows you’ve had a long day; it’d be really nice too; he'd light your favorite candle and set it on the counter; add a fragrant moisturizing bath bomb and sprinkle in some flower petals; once you settle in he'll put down one of them over the tub trays and hand you a glass of wine and your laptop so you can watch whatever you want or stream music while you’re in the tub

loves referring to you as 'his wife'; like y'all will be with a group of your friends that knew you from the get go and they'll ask him where he got his jacket from and he'll be like "oh my wife bought it for me" and they'll be like "🥴 boi we knew her long before she was ever worried about you just say her name" aksksksk

every couple months y’all will go on cooking dates with his celebrity chef friends and their wives; which is basically them in the kitchen being loud cooking a meal he specifically chose for you and you and the wife not too far away watching them while being wined and dined

not particularly handy but he feels like as a man there’s just certain things he should be able to do; so if your sink is leaking or there’s a problem with your car battery or something he’s gonna hop on youtube and figure out how to solve it first; calls an actual repairman to deal with it if he can’t fix it without being moderately inconvenienced

insists on getting a pool installed even tho you tell him you would barely use it bc you hate having to redo your hair more than you like to swim; you actually do end up using it all the time bc he orders one of those giant canopy floats and y'all just lay up there and take naps or talk; the whole outdoor area is actually bomb tbh like there's an entire sheltered outdoor kitchen and grill patio area with fans on the ceiling for when it gets hot and a fully loaded bar; y'all honestly spend more time outside during the summer than inside and get scolded for not entertaining people more often

if you reeeaaalllyyy want him to go shopping with you he will but he’d rather just give you his card and you gather up some of your girls and y’all can go nuts together

tries to butter you up when he knows he's in trouble but it's never with anything good like he'll stop at the convenience store on the way home and pick up some things to try to sway you; he get home and you're waiting for him slightly ticked off and he's like "i know you're mad but look at what i got you and it's a cosmic brownie, sour gummy worms (his favorite candy mind you), some wet wipes, and an arizona tea

official driver of the relationship; lets you be the passenger princess of your dreams like whenever you need to get from point a to point b he’s getting you there all you gotta do is sit down and look pretty (and play decent music while he’s driving)

even if you’re not a certified Gamer Girl™️ when there’s like a new mario game or something along those lines that doesn’t require a ton of skill and know how to play you’ll no life it together; like will straight up play for like 16 hours a day until you beat it; you still force him to eat and shower however but you’re not allowed to touch the controller until he returns bc he’d be afraid you’ll lose all your lives

the type to get super close with your family; like you look over one day and see yo mama calling him and you listen to him and they're literally just catching up???; he goes out on bros days with your dad and brothers; all your cousins follow him on instagram and be sending him memes; and you just sit there tryna figure out how he singlehandedly replaced you in your family bc they be treating him better than they treat you

yoongi:

after hearing you talk about wanting a detached claw foot jacuzzi tub for the 1000th time he decides to just go ahead and get your dream house built from the ground up; gives his input in every step of the process since he has so many opinions on architecture, furniture, finishes, and overall aesthetics; sometimes there’s little disagreements when your design styles clash but in the end he makes sure that you definitely get everything you’ve ever wanted included

warms your car up for you in the morning during winter months; unimportant but i just know he would go out in a sweatshirt and some slides like barefoot toes out in 20° weather shuffling out to make sure your car is nice and cozy and the frost is off the windshield

every now and again you’ll just be chilling at home and then he’ll be like “yah go get dressed we’re going out” and then he’ll genuinely take you on one of the best dates ever; it may not be over the top every time but somehow it’s always exactly what you needed; acts nonchalant about it when you’re gushing over how great of a time you’re having; “ah it’s nothing” but he’s secretly super self satisfied bc he knows he’s killing it

sometimes he’ll be sprawled out on the couch watching basketball and you’ll be tryna tell him something but he’s so engrossed that he won’t hear a word you say so you gotta throw a pillow at him to get his attention

untangles your necklaces for you; sweeps the hair from the back of your neck and clasps it together once he's got it free

likes leaning on your shoulder when you’re in bed on the computer; not really nosy about what it is that you’re doing whether it’s work or whatever but just likes to listen to the sound of your typing as his own personal asmr; also loves it when you get your nails done like will happily pay for a new set every other week because of the tippity tapping that accompanies everything you do

sets up a joint bank account for you two like immediately bc he doesn't have anything to hide and what's his is yours; but also sets you up a separate savings account that he funnels money into biweekly bc he wants you to be okay always even if one day it has to be without him

if you're both up late and you're feeling peckish he'll whip up a quick late night snack for y'all to munch on

never really comments when your hormones throw your body system out of wack; like if you randomly had night sweats for a couple days and sweat through your clothes and blanket he'd just nudge you awake so you can dry off and turn the ac on

is extra physically affectionate whenever you start getting irritated even if he’s the source of your irritation; will grab your hand and pull you into him planting kisses on top of your head and rubbing up and down your back until you’re sufficiently pacified

hoseok:

all his numeric passcodes are related to you; like it’s either your birthday or your anniversary, the day y’all met, first date, etc.

sometimes he likes to sit on the toilet when you're in the shower and talk to you; will periodically poke his head in to check your progress depending on how long you're in there; ooos and aahs and waggles his eyebrows every time he does so

some people think you’re some kind of dictator bc his response to every proposal he receives is “let me check with my wife first”; you’re not tho he just likes running things by you bc he’s only ever okay if y’all are on the same page; sometimes you really are his scapegoat if he doesn’t wanna do something tho and you’re fine with being his excuse! you love spending time with your man!!

y’all draw lots over who has to kill the bugs in the house; he tries his best to overcome his fear for you he really does but sometimes he look at the bug and the bug look at him and his heart can’t take it; generally tho there’s less fear of y’all conquer it together

at least once a month he books a couples spa day appointment for you two; deep tissue massages, facials, manicures, pedicures, the works like you just get absolutely spoiled; his motto is that if you feel good and look good then you can be good and be good to each other; unrelated but he get a kick out of eating the cucumbers that are supposed to help soothe around your eyes

you get so used to the sound effects he makes all the time that when he’s not around you have to have some kind of background sounds whether it’s music or white noise just something to fill the air.

you both like plushies, funko pops, action figures and all that so there's a dedicated toy room in your home; all the toys that you actually care about are placed higher up and in cases to keep in good condition but things that you don't mind having some use are accessible; the whole room is carpeted and there are some fluffy rugs too; there's a 65 inch tv on one wall and a computer area for gaming as well; the whole room is illuminated via led lights; needless to say all the kids you know love when y'all babysit them; they stay in that one room the entire time except when they want a snack bc there's no eating in the toy room; jungkook also loves to randomly come and hangout in the toy room by himself

wouldn't tolerate any kind of disrespect toward you; say you went out to a restaurant and the server was being rude to you, he'd clock it so fast he'd be talking to a manager having your server swapped out and dessert on the house before you even realized what they said

y'all try new hobbies together; it's never anything you have experience or are good at which makes it even more fun as you're doing it; like you'll get one of those woobles crochet kits and spend like a month trying to figure it out in your free time and make whatever little creature you bought

never actually stops dating you; will still have an active folder with activities and restaurants he wants the both of you to go to; even if you both lack the time and energy to actually go out on a date he's lighting a candle and pulling out the fine china for you it doesn't matter that you're wearing loungewear and sitting on the floor in front of the tv; he wants you to feel special always

jimin:

intimacy between you two go crazy; you’re as close as close can be like if there were such a thing as soulmates you two would be it; you’re consistently trapped within your own bubble and even if you’re out and about it’s still almost as if no one else existed; like say y’all went out to a club music is thumping people are everywhere it’s a generally Loud environment if you softly called his name from beside him he would turn to you immediately; or someone could brush past him and it’d be whatever but if you ghosted your hand up his arm he would get goosebumps; you’re just insanely in tuned to each other

would love if you had a softer build bc he likes the way you feel like heaven when he lays on you; also he just likes squeezing at your squishy bits; he finds it equal parts amusing and satisfying; like he'll squeeze at your boob when you're half asleep in bed just to annoy you; you'll be turned on your side and his arm will be slung across your waist and he'll just inch his hand up until he reaches your boob and squeezes; giggles evilly every time you smack his hand away and won't stop until you're whining and kicking at him to leave you alone and let you sleep

sometimes you’ll build a giant fort in the living room when he’s getting overwhelmed by life complete with fairy lights strung up overhead and pillows and more blankets covering the floor to make it extra comfy; you spend all day together in there playing games and talking nonsense and eating snacks and end the night cuddled up his arm wrapped around your shoulders, your head tucked into his neck watching movies until you’re sure his head is free from all his worries

loves to be fed, literally; like when dinner time comes he will make one big plate and pull up with a fork and a knife and a waiting attitude; if you don't play along immediately he's gonna put his hands over yours and make you feed him bites until you take over; likes to feed you as well; just always sharing his food with you and expects you to do the same

he gets obsessive when you don't answer his calls; like if he knows you're not busy and he calls you and you don't answer it drives him up a wall and he will spam you with texts and at least a dozen more calls until you pick up; not even because he has anything urgent to tell you he just always craves your attention; bonus: ends every conversation by saying i love you like you could be on the phone for 15 seconds just confirming something really quickly and he's gonna make sure he's told you he loves you before you click end call

doesn’t say anything when he finds you crying just pulls you into him and lets you get it all out; once you start calming down a bit he’ll pull back slightly, gently cupping your face in his hands and swipe away all your tears; only when he’s sure the tears have come to a complete stop does he softly ask “what’s going on?”

still gets shy and flustered around you; it doesn’t stop him from being himself around you whatsoever but it’s very obvious when you have the upper hand in a situation

you can't just tell him you need an item from the store bc half the time he'll go and come back with the wrong thing; you gotta send him a picture of it and that don't even work all the time; most of his solo ventures to the store at your request end in him facetimeing you bc he swears up and down they don't have what you asked for but then you end up finding it for him and you not even there

knows you admire his art skills so he leaves little doodles on post it notes around the house; is really proud when you display the ones you find really cute in your phone case

the type to put his life in your hands; when y'all go out to eat he tells you to order for him bc "you know what i like"; will let you dress him/style his hair however bc "you know what looks good on me"; he just literally trusts and defers to your judgement as much as possible

taehyung:

the type to tighten all the jars when you’re upset with him so you’re forced to ask him for help and talk to him anyway

would try to set up a really romantic dinner for you complete with rose petals and candles and champagne on ice but he'd be so focused on creating the right ambience that he forgets to order the food and one thing bout tae is he ain't a chef and even if he was he wouldn't have enough time before you showed up so you'd end up having a pb&j and cup noodles

sometimes if he has a lot of energy but you’re asleep he’ll poke at you until you’re awake and then he’ll ask if you’re asleep and when you say yes he’ll keep messing with you until he’s able to drag you out to play with him

knows how to tie a tie but claims it looks better when you tie it so whenever he wears a suit he gets you to finish off his look; really he just likes to be manhandled by you and the grip you have around his neck does something for him

if you get him riled up in the morning he just lives there all day; partially aware of what's going on around him but undoubtedly distracted, thinking about you, wanting you; hands and eyes are glued to the phone at all times hoping you'll message him or something even if it is just you teasing him some more; he's putty in your hands and he knows it but when the day is over and y'all are both home you're his

you have to come to major compromises when it comes to decorations; like you let him have his accent wall that he puts his paintings of his basquiat-esque faces but the weird cyber bug and person shark statues and the butt chair have to go

you do majority of the cooking so he takes dish duty very seriously; will swat you away if you try to help most times; however there’s a special place in his heart for the times you ignore him and help anyway by drying the dishes and it’s you him and some music playing and you’re singing and dancing around the kitchen together

there's a legitimate argument about your use of a body pillow; he genuinely gets offended bc is he not enough for you? why can't you just cuddle him? why would you go and put the great wall of china in between you two? what's with the distance? was he too much for you? like the situation blows completely out of proportion for no reason skslklsks the argument ends when you force him to cuddle it and he instantly understands the hype behind it; that doesn't curb his jealousy towards the object however and you're only allowed to use it when he's not in bed with you

a whiny baby when he's sick; you'd think he had tuberculosis in the 12th century instead of a common cold the way he be acting; a piece of tissue stuck in his nose, piled under three blankets, shivering every five minutes on cue; you give him a good day of dealing with the dramatics after that you leave him in the room with a bottle of dayquil and a packet of vitamin c until he decides to get on with his life like a normal human being

loves planning weekend getaways for the two of you; like every other month you guys are out of town for like 3-4 days in the spirit of “rekindling”; he always rents a really nice and cozy cabin type joint and most of the trips are spent just enjoying each others company and the scenery, walking around the town latched onto his arm and eating good food; you come back from each outing refreshed and more in love than you already were

jungkook:

every sunday he checks your car to make sure it has a full tank and if it doesn’t he fills it up for you

you two have separate rooms bc you both like to have space to just exist as an individual from time to time (also it’s really nice to have a place to storm away to when you’re in a fight) but you end up cuddled up next to each other every night anyway

has a very strict laundry schedule and routine; gets annoyed if you don't do it how he likes when he's unable to

watches you while you’re getting ready; he’ll be sitting at the edge of the bed while you walk around from your closet to the dressers circling the room trying to find something to wear; you’ll be having a conversation with him the whole time and after you walk past him for the 4th time his clinginess gets the best of him and he catches you by the waist before you can fully bypass him; he pulls you in between his legs and just hugs you to him for a few moments while you run your hands through his hair

follows you around the house with his mic serenading you like three times a week

comes behind you when you’re cooking or washing dishes or something and just pats at your butt for a while and by a while i mean he won’t stop until you elbow him and threaten to cut his hands off; he just laughs and gets one more grope in before backing off

traces the contours of your face and murmurs all kinds of cute and lovely and cheesy stuff about you when you’re both in bed and he thinks you’re sleep

if you made him a good meal you’d hear about it constantly for the next week; like every other sentence is a “seriously, it was so good” and he won’t stop until you make it again; sometimes he’ll try making it himself to see if he could do better but it always tastes best coming from you

an absolute menace in the grocery store; will spend the first 15-20 minutes behaving as he grabs whatever he needs personally and once that's done he's acting a fool; doing that thing that kids do when they use the cart as a skateboard like push off on it and then hop on to ride out the wave; grabbing all kinds of junk that neither of you need; touching everything even when he has no intention of buying it; you have to grab his ear and threaten him with celibacy to get him to calm down

whenever you’re sitting next to each other could be on the couch out at dinner in bed etc he likes to play with your hand and fiddle with your ring; will often slide it off and try to fit the ring on his fingers; then he’ll put it back on and kiss your fingertips for safekeeping

a/n: i worked on this for months and months and now it’s finally here lemme know what u thought 😩🙏

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[unstable-samurai]

Until You're Mine (Jealous Girlfriend) - smut

Momo x Male Reader

Word Count: 4k

Tags: toxic relationship, jealous girlfriend, non-linear story, possessive girlfriend, first sex, penetration, boobjob, facial

She was awake when he arrived. She heard the door latch turn twice as it was unlocked. There were always two turns, fast and firm. Y/N saw her lying on the couch, watching another animated movie. It was the kind of movie she looked for when she really needed to be distracted, her escape valve or something, so seeing her there in front of the TV close to midnight (it was much later than that, but he had no idea), turned on na emergency light in his mind.

Normally he was the owl of that house.

“Hey baby, why’re you still awake?” he asked. “I said you didn’t have to wait for me.”

“I just felt like watching a Studio Ghibli film. Only that.” She explained without looking at him.

No fucking way it was just that. She was frowning. One of those moments where Momo turned into a bomb and it was up to Y/N to disarm it without it exploding. The problem was that this was an impossible task to do, any wire he cut would result in an explosion. And that was the last thing he wanted. His head was already a battlefield in itself. That damn company party had exhausted his social battery, which wasn’t much anyway. Y/N didn’t have the courage to provoke an aerial bombardment that night.

"OK. Is the film already close to the end? I can see it with you.”

He sat on the left end of the sofa, Momo didn't mind moving his legs so he could have more space.

“Did you have fun there?” she asked.

"Yes. Was cool."

"Just that? No details?" she questioned him quite insistently.

“You’re watching the movie, I don’t want to disturb you. In the morning I’ll tell you everything.”

Y/N had his head focused on the bath he was going to take in a while and how he was going to sink his head into the pillow. No more plastic masks, fake laughs, shallow people, please.

She paused the movie.

“What a ridiculous excuse. It sounds like you were trying to hide the things that happened at the party.”

“No, it doesn’t sound…” He was almost sure of it.

“Yes it does, you bastard.”

“It wasn’t even a party. We were all among work colleagues.”

“I've been to enough parties to know that it was YES a party. Loud music, drinks, pool, snacks. The complete package.”

“It’s a damn modern company, okay? They please the employees and pretend to be cool so that we forget the slavery we are subjected to on a daily basis. You kids had fun on Saturday and you’ll work overtime on Monday, okay?”

“Wait, I made a mistake. In fact: VIP package. They even hired prostitutes. Five star service.”

“Are you high or what?”

He was too tired to read the signs.

“I saw the way she kept touching you. The giggles... As if you were the funniest clown on the planet and she was a fucking hyena.”

Y/N abruptly stood up from the couch. He had finally understood everything. The last spark of his neurons, probably.

“There were no prostitutes. And I wasn't chatting up with any girls.”

"Oh, really?" She stood up too. “Let me refresh your memory, dear: short black hair, horse smile, lilac dress, can't stand alone unless she's supported by a man, small tits... Seriously, I don't know why she decided to wear that dress with cleavage if there was nothing there to show. Someone should tell her the truth. So, does this remind you of anyone, my love?”

The fucking bomb exploded in his hand.

“That was Rachel, a friend from work. How the hell did you see what was going on at the party?”

Momo laughed sadistically. Her wickedly beautiful eyes looked at him with intensity as she asked:

“Are you afraid?”

"No. I didn't do anything wrong to get scared. Did someone record me at the party?”

"Yes. And it wasn't just that. I also saw the stories of those who were at the party and you appeared in some of them in the corners. I saw everything.”

‡

Here's a little overview of this relationship: A year and a half of dating. They met through mutual friends and the first deep contact was delayed, but when it happened it ended up becoming a path of no return. Y/N avoided her as much as he could, not in a way that would be noticeable and make him seem rude. But we were talking about an incredibly beautiful woman, aware of her attractiveness and unfettered by modesty. She was with a group of eight other beautiful and popular girls. Yes, she was elite. High caliber, my friend. Well, he was... quiet, an avid reader, calm and sometimes melancholic, but he loved being with his friends and enjoying them on the weekends, respecting his limits, of course. When he saw Momo for the first time he cowardly ignored her. She looks stunning in front of his eyes, wearing a short denim skirt, a baby tee that leaves her sculpted abs on display and her hair flowing in the wind as she dances. There was no way to predict that the plan would backfire; by not noticing her, Y/N became one of the few guys who didn't try to flirt with her. Apathetic guy, but handsome enough to take risks, the little boy who only swims in the shallow end, a plastic armor he forced himself to wear.

The reason? Momo didn't know, but she wanted to find out.

On one of the many night outs where they bumped into each other, Momo skillfully simulated an intimacy that clearly didn't exist between them, talking to Y/N closely, fake accidental touches, and killer eye contact. Abruptly, intimacy between them was forged and evolved in a short space of time. After a while it was no longer strange when they were among friends and Momo sat on his lap, or when she felt tired and rested her head on his shoulder. And Y/N could play hard to get, but he loved the attention he got from Momo, the controversial “bad bitch” (as some girls who didn't like Momo called her), the most attractive girl he knew was always glued to him, and the sexual chemistry that grew over time intoxicated his ego. Being with her made him feel good and more confident and also… shit, she was more than a superficial person or 'just another one of those teasing girls' like a lot of guys used to think. She had a unique way, attitude and things to say too.

‡

“Were you acting like a stalker all night? Seriously, watching stories of other people trying to see me from the corners is a fucking weird thing.”

“And you've been acting like you don't have a girlfriend all night? I almost called Jihyo to drive me to this party to say a few things to that bitch. But I’m not that kind of girlfriend.”

“What is the reason we are arguing? This shit doesn't make sense. I'm exhausted..."

“Have you forgotten your promise? You told me you would arrive early...”

“I didn’t look at the time when I was there. I thought it was still early when I was leaving the party.”

A cynical laugh escaped Momo's mouth.

“You didn't even bother to look at your fucking cell phone to see the time. What is your problem?"

Y/N sighed. He should have already known that going to this party wouldn't be a good idea.

“You know I only went to the party to establish some contacts with the other branch. The damn job forces me to maintain a good relationship with everyone.”

"Poor boy! Does it also force you to talk to sluts?”

"This again?!”

“A little bird told me you were too close to each other on the couch.”

“Who was this damn person?”

“Why blow the heroine’s cover? Maybe she’ll be there again at the next parties.”

“Would you like it if I hired someone to follow you around?”

"Go ahead. I have nothing to hide, because I have consideration and respect for you, asshole!”

“According to you, I cheated you just by sitting on a couch talking to a co-worker. A colleague who can help me move up in the company as she has just been promoted.”

“Apparently it’s not just at work where she likes to be promoted.”

"What do you want from me?" he asked, feeling defeated.

"You know what I want."

“Honestly, I don't know. God must be punishing me for some sin I committed, that’s the only explanation.”

“Make me your girlfriend or your tormentor. You decide." She took a step forward. “You know I could be with anyone. But I'm with you ‘cause I love you, silly.”

If only there wasn't something genuine about it all.

‡

Being alone with her knocking down topic after topic like dominoes was so fucking enjoyable, the way she laughed, the way she listened to him (Momo didn't interrupt him even during the long pauses he took when he needed to organize his line of reasoning, a mere peculiarity of his but which never went under her radar), the way she could be incredibly silly at times and, even without sharing many common interests, Momo liked having him explain things that were previously uninteresting to her. This attention he received was blinding and addictive. Growing up in a harmful and neglectful home, neediness was his compass and his weakness. But he never showed signs. Y/N was good at disguising it... He thought so.

Their first sex was an unforgettable moment, a path of no return, in the same way that a criminal remembers the moment of the crime that sentenced him to prison. It occurred when they were on a camping trip, good friends gathered, each to their own tent, campfire, marshmallows, snacks, stupid horror stories, and wine. One of the few moments where he felt slightly intimidated around her, as he felt Momo watching him like a predator, and after each glass of wine she became more and more intoxicated, grabbing Y/N from behind and wrapping her arms around him. “It’s very cold here” she whispered in his ear. And Y/N couldn't tell if it was the wind or Momo's velvety voice so close to him that made him shiver.

The hours passed incredibly quickly, eventually everyone retreated to their tents, and eventually there was a slow cessation of the noises of people, finally leaving only the cold whistle of the wind, the rustle of leaves in the trees that surrounded the hill where they were camped and the symphony of insects orchestrated by crickets and cicadas.

He heard sneaky footsteps. It was certainly someone who needed to take a piss and didn't want to wake the others. But the footsteps got louder and louder until he noticed that someone was actually coming to his tent, stopping in front of the entrance. The flash on his cell phone was on (he was reading a book and the damn camp lamp was emitting a horrible orange light), so he pointed the light at the entrance of the tent and saw a very familiar silhouette.

“It’s me, Momo. Let me in!" she whispered. "Quickly!"

Y/N lowered the zipper, opening the way for her.

“What are you doing up?” he asked.

“I was sleepless so I decided to come and check on you.”

"I am well thanks."

She was wearing comfortable clothes. Striped pajama pants, a sweatshirt that was too big on her and her hair loose and messy. Y/N noticed that Momo had removed her makeup. It was the first time he had seen her like that.

"What are you reading?" Momo asked as she sat down.

“Tropic of Cancer, by Henry Miller.”

"Cool! What is it about?!"

How the hell was he going to explain this?

“About a guy living in Paris.”

"It seems good. Read a chapter to me.”

"How old are you?"

“Don’t be annoying. Let's do it like this: I point the cell phone's flash at the book and you hold it while you read to me. This way we can read lying down.”

Hard to refuse, hard to say 'no' to her.

‡

“You know I love you too, Momori.” he said

Momo was wearing his long-sleeved shirt, she loved that shirt and, truth be told, it looked incredibly good on her. The legs so sensually exposed... Was that still a discussion?

“Sometimes you make me doubt this love, baby. Do you like making me look crazy? I swear to God you love seeing me jealous. When I get like this, does it make you horny?”

“No” he lied to one of the questions.

“You know how I am, Y/N.” One more step forward. She could touch him if she wanted. “And I only ask one thing: don’t talk to other girls. We establish a limit and then cross it, what is the purpose?”

Now closer he could smell her, her body that was warmed by the blanket. Nipples hardened through the fabric of her clothing.

“You look so beautiful...” he blurted out of her mouth.

“But I don’t think I’m beautiful enough for you since you try to be with other girls when I’m not around.”

"Is not true. I only have eyes for you, Momori.”

With a decisive gesture she grabbed Y/N by the collar of his social shirt. A noise escaped his mouth. Slowly she ordered:

“Say you are mine. Say you belong to me.”

‡

He felt her head moving on his chest, he thought she was just looking for a comfortable position, until he was surprised by a kiss on the neck. And another one. And another, and they were getting more and more intense.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he lowered the book, the air escaping from her mouth.

“This book is really interesting and even put me in the mood to do something more fun.”

"What are you talking about?"

He had his hands pressed into Momo's arms, but he made no real effort to push her away.

“I know what you think about me. I know what you want from me. Don’t try to hide it now.” Her voice breathy and wavering. “I want to fuck you so bad, fuck!”

"Here?"

"Now!”

Y/N turned Momo around, placing her back on the floor and then getting on top of her.

“Momo…” His head was a hurricane. Was this really happening? “I've imagined the two of us doing this, but I never thought it could actually happen.”

There was a pause that was filled by a kiss.

“I don’t think you know how hot you are. Other girls were also eyeing you, so I decided to act quickly.”

Y/N lifted Momo's sweatshirt, and was able to appreciate and touch her abs for the first time. Kissing her abdomen was like an achievement, she knew how beautiful it was, that's why she never made a point of hiding it. The soft, slightly sweaty skin met his lips in a mix of sensations.

He lifted her sweatshirt a little more, exposing her juicy boobs. They were big, he knew that, but the first glimpse paralyzed him for an instant, he was amazed, and his hand filled with desire wasted no time in grabbing one of the tits while his mouth sucked the other..

“Oh, Y/N” she moaned.

The cell phone's flashlight went out as they rolled from side to side in the camping tent. Surrounded by the weak orange light of the camp lantern, the senses now seemed more heightened, the touches more intense and brazen, the breathing more labored and an uncontrollable lust, noticeable in several ways, such as Momo's pussy that wet his fingers when he touched her down there.

‡

“I belong to you” he declared. “Is that what you wanted to hear? I am only yours, Momori.”

She smiled satisfied.

"Sit down!" she exclaimed harshly, and pushed him onto the couch. Momo certainly knew how to impose herself when she wanted, the mechanism of submitting him to her will through horny never failed. Sitting on his lap, she said: “You like to make me suffer, you know that? You like having your girlfriend mad so she can have hard sex with you and get you back on track. So depraved, baby!”

It was partly true, although he wasn't consciously acting to make her jealous. The problem was that this wasn't a difficult task, the girl was possessive as hell, so the options fluctuated between becoming a puppy on a leash or floating on the waves of a tide that could occasionally get... Aggressive.

"Do not say that. I don’t like making you feel bad.”

She kissed him, she felt Y/N getting excited down there.

“And yet you hurt me.”

He couldn't refute it, so her tongue had another use; warm and wet, she played with Momo's tongue. She sighed when he lightly bit her lower lip, slowly removing the pressure, enjoying her taste like a professional taster.

“It was never my intention,” he said. “Your jealousy is sick.”

“Living with you is hell, you know that?” she revealed. “But you always make me feel so surrendered." Momo slowly touched her nose to Y/N's. She whispered: "It’s a fucking hell, baby.”

Instead of responding, he decided to dedicate a series of kisses to her neck. Momo loved it, it was her weakness. She smiled while letting out small moans of satisfaction.

Momo stroked his dick and under the fabric of his underwear and pants he was already completely hard, waiting for her. She rubbed her hand on his dick eagerly while he felt her breasts and left hickey marks on her neck.

“Oh baby, I want your cock in my pussy so bad!”

‡

He covered her mouth with his hand while he penetrated her deeply. The friends' camping tents were close to Y/N's, and Momo was moaning loudly, so it wouldn't be difficult to hear her in the silence of the night.

“Shhh! You can’t make noise like that!” he said breathlessly.

“It’s fucking hard. Your dick is really big.”

At one point she crossed her legs around Y/N's waist and he could feel her pussy getting tighter and wetter. Immediately Y/N laid his body under hers, penetrating her with force, feeling her pussy swallow his cock eager for pleasure. She moaned loudly, Y/N sucked on her tongue in an attempt to suppress some of the noise, Momo's eyes rolling back in pleasure as her legs tightened around him, pulling him deeper, as if she could never have him inside enough. Each thrust was an explosion of raw sensation, her insides wetting his cock urgently as he fucked her with wild love, each movement driven by desire that had been postponed for too long.

“Lie on your side!” Y/N asked.

He watched her with burning lust, his eyes fixed on her pert ass, eager to possess her in a different way. With one quick movement, he positioned himself behind her, his cock pulsing with anticipation as he slid in, feeling enveloped by the warm wetness of her wet pussy. He gripped Momo tightly, his hands marking her skin as he fucked her sideways, each thrust sending waves of electric pleasure throughout her body. Momo's moans filled the air, soft and sweet, mixing with the sounds of the wet friction his dick made as it slid inside her. All the touches, the intimate conversations, the looks that met and lost each other when they were in the circle of friends, the jealousy they hid from each other when one of them was talking to someone else, all these things led them to this moment , and now they assumed this feeling… making love.

Momo showed some of her talent when she rode his dick with her back to him, Y/N's body rippling with desire as she rode him with full force. Her hips moved with an erotic cadence, his cock disappearing inside her with each thrust as if he were plunging into a warm ocean. He squeezed Momo's fat ass, guiding her movements as she gave herself over to the frenzy of sex, her moans intensifying with each thrust – fuck if anyone would hear. The tension between them was palpable, the air in the tent stifling as they neared their climax. And then, finally, Momo squirted, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm, as Y/N watched her in wonder in the light of the camp lantern, her silhouette writhing with pleasure, so perfect, so sensual that he could fill her of cum at that moment.

Something he didn't do.

Things happened so fast that Y/N didn't have time to put on a condom. Well, truth be told, he DID NOT have a condom in his tent (not the kind of thing you think about taking on a camping trip with friends when you're a single guy).

“Cum for me, baby” she asked, her voice full of lust. “Where do you want to cum?”

“On your tits.”

It was one of Y/N's fantasies, it usually came to his mind when he saw Momo with cleavage. Now it all seemed so intentional...

Y/N stood on top of Momo, his desire burning so strong he could barely think straight. With shaking hands, he grabbed Momo's massive boobs, feeling his hard-on grow as he squeezed them tightly. Y/N wanted to feel every inch of that soft flesh surrounding his thick cock, he wanted to sink into that delicious sensation until he lost his mind. And then, without further hesitation, he began to move frantically, sliding his hard cock between Momo's breasts with great desire. Loud moans echoed through the tent as he gave in to the pleasure of that sensation, losing himself in the sensation of heat and pressure.

“You gonna cum for me, huh?” she asked between moans, making a point of maintaining latent eye contact while smiling naughty.

“Yeah, I'm gonna cum for you, baby! You're gonna make me cum, Momo.”

“please please, cum for me!! Yeah! Cum for your naughty babygirl...” she begged, hot as fuck, while biting her lower lip like a horny bitch.

And when Y/N finally reached the edge he let out a primal groan, his orgasm exploding in a hot shot over Momo's boobs and face. She looked so beautiful like that in the light of the camp lamp. Y/N brushed her face with his dick, making a nice mess on that adorable little face, and she smiled while this happened, Momo smiled until he finished his art, she finished the job by licking what was left on the head of his dick.

Uninhibited from any shyness, thanks to the endorphins his brain had released, he smiled at her, finding her the most beautiful woman in the world, and into Momo's precious eyes, Y/N confessed: 'I wanna love you.’

‡

It's common to look for culprits in a dysfunctional relationship, who manipulates who, the prisoner and the jailer and all that old story. It's hard to admit that sometimes there is a dark pleasure in predicting events, returning to the same place that is your refuge and your sentence. Most people shoot at "emotional dependence", but few dare to target "connivance". Y/N felt like he was part of the second option. Repeat the fucking pattern, see the wheel spin in the same direction, the same trip as before. It's your pit of lies and acceptance, man, you smell the stench and yet you insist on moving forward, it's not much different than a dog licking its own vomit. At the end of the day, no one will tell you that you deserve better.

If you really deserve it.

"I remember what you said to me that night in the camping tent." She whispered, lying under his chest. "When we had sex for the first time. 'I wanna love you'. That's what you said. Your voice was so sweet and calm. I think that's when I realized that my feelings for you were really special."

The two were snuggled in bed, protected from the cold by the blankets, completely naked after having sex. This was always how fights ended, and the question that arose was: what's the next thing, now? An apology? Unfounded promises about how to improve as a person? Affectionate words to dissolve what was said during the fight? It was a mystery box.

"Those were the words? I honestly don't remember the exact words clearly."

"That's exactly what you told me. I slept with you in the camping tent feeling very happy."

"I was happy to be with you too."

"But at that time I didn't realize that you were actually still trying to fall in love with me. You wanted to love me, but you didn't really love me yet."

"I was a little confused at that time."

"What now? Are you still trying to love me?"

"I love you, Momori. but at the same time... I don't think we work together.”

"We agreed to it then. And honestly, does it matter?"

"I don't know. I feel like it doesn't matter anymore."

"Yeah! And look, we're not the only couple to go through problems like this. We're not alone in this, baby. Forget that Hollywood bullshit about perfect couples. It's not real. It's okay for me to stay like this, as long as we stay together."

"We always fix things."

"Making love is a great way to solve problems. That's our formula."

"Come here, my love" he said.

A/N: sorry for any grammar errors 🖖

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[luimagines]

I actually got one of your Bath day packages on your shop (10/10 would recommend) and I love it it! I think I accidentally bit into soap thinking it was candy, or it might’ve been candy and perhaps it wasn’t to my flavor but either way at that moment I was rethinking my life choices lolol. Anyway it gave me an idea, how would the Chain react to reader eating something that they shouldn’t because unbeknownst to the reader it might’ve been poisonous.

Oh! Well thank you so much! <3

I hope you didn't eat one of the bath bombs by mistake ^.^*

I'll see what I can come up with :D

Masterlist

Immediate Reader!

Boys under the cut!

You didn't quite know what you were looking at.

It was a small red berry that you had seen a few birds and a squirrels pick off of the bush. You plucked a few for yourself and held in the palm of your hand.

Your stomach growled in protest.

You knew you shouldn't eat anything you didn't recognize, but realistically you weren't home. You didn't recognize anything.

But if the animals could eat it, that means it was more of less safe, right? At best you'd just have to wash it before you decided to eat any.

There's a stream nearby now that you think about it.

You make your way over to it, feeling a tad regretful and suspicious. You're not doing anything wrong, per say. But you still have the lingering feeling that you shouldn't be doing what you're doing.

It's quiet when you get to the side of the stream. There doesn't seem to be a lot of other animals around you, but they have proven to be in the area as it is.

You dip your hand in the freezing water, letting it run over the berries. There was a stinging sensation as the water collides with your skin but it was quickly ignored in favor of the juicy fruit in your hands.

You pulled your hand away and began to dry them off. Was the water clean? You hoped so.

It was only a few berries after all. Maybe you just try one and then let the others know that there was food in the area. …and poison yourself in the process? Seems dumb.

But what if it's harmless and you're making a big fuss over nothing. They're hardly the size of your fingernail. Just one berry? For science?

You plop one in your mouth and let it roll over your tongue for a minute.

There's no strange taste on the skin of the fruit. It's smooth and chilled from the water.

You bite into it.

The juices that spill forth is sweet and mildly salty. It's a strange combination but an inherently pleasant one. It would make a great refreshment in the summer time and it would be great on a jam. No wonder the squirrels were trying to stash as many as they could.

A small hum leaves your lips as you reach to plop another one in your mouth. "They're not half bad."

Someone says your name with poorly disguised horror. "What are you chewing?"

***

Sky

You snapped your head in the direction of the voice with wide eyes, freezing in place like a dear in headlights.

Sky sprints in our direction, slapping your hand and scattering the berries all over the forest floor. "Are you crazy?!"

"Sky?"

"Do you even know what kind of berries those are? What if they're poisonous?! You don't just eat things you find growing around you!" He's panicking.

Sky paces the space you. His hands flutter all around you, touching you gently but thoughtfully. He checks your pulse, your temperature, your reaction time- he checks if you're swelling or not.

"Sky, I'm ok." You say after a choked minute.

"Are you?" He checks your forehead again, resting he back of his hand against your cheek. "Are you sure?"

You hesitate to respond. He is very close right now. His nose is only inches away from yours. And his eyes- were they always that blue?

You take a step back.

Sky seems to catch on and gasps. "Sorry. Sorry. I wasn't paying attention. Are you feeling ok?"

Truthfully, you're not but you can't let him know that. You nod. "I'm fine. I already ate one. So I think they're fine to eat. Otherwise, I might be dealing with food poisoning-"

He opens his mouth to interject but you hold your hand up, stopping him.

"-later. I feel perfectly fine right now."

He frowns. "I don't trust it."

"We can bring back a twig for one of the others to try and identify it." You offer, pointing in the direction of the little bush. "I think Wild's Sheikah Slate would be able to figure something out. I saw him use it to name a few animals a while ago. Maybe it can do the same with plants."

Sky doesn't seem to convinced but he can't find an argument fast enough. "...Alright. But I don't trust it. The second you start feeling well, you have to tell someone, ok?"

That actually doesn't sound too appealing to you. "...Why?" You chuckle nervously. "No one has to know-"

"Yes, we do." Sky presses. "Otherwise no one is going to know how to properly treat you just cause you're embarrassed to be just as bad as the Champion."

"In his defense, he's not that bad." You roll your eyes.

"Then tell Twilight what you did."

"Hell no."

Four

You straighten up entirely. Your back and neck go rigid and some berries fall from your hand.

You cough. You gasped when you heard his voice and sent the piece of fruit all the way to the back of your throat. It nearly choked you.

"F-four- ahahack!" You gasp for breath. "Don't scare me like that."

Four jogs forward. "Sorry."

He doesn't sound apologetic.

While you're still trying to get the air back into your lung the proper way, Four takes your hand and grabs the berries from them. He inspects them thouroughly and begins to look around the surrounding flora to find where you might have taken them from.

"Ca-can I help you?" You keep coughing. A part of you is a little annoyed about the attempt on your life and the little care he seems to have for it, but you're also a little concerned by said lack of care. Were you in any danger?

"Where did you find theses?" Four holds the berries in his own hand out to you.

Your eyebrows scrunch and you point just beyond a small thicket. "I got them from the bush over there. I saw a few animals eat them and I-"

"Did you eat it?!" He pales and makes a dash towards you.

You feel fine, if a bit winded so his reaction startles you. "No?? You freaked me out and I coughed it up."

Four waits for a moment as if expecting a reaction out of you before he turns around and rushes to the bush your pointed to earlier.

You follow him, feeling ice cold terror slowly fill your veins. "Is it bad? Is it poisonous?"

Four starts looking at the leaves and stems of the plants before he groans loudly. You're aback again but if he's annoyed then maybe you're not in as much danger as he may have thought.

"No, these are fine." He says at last, plucking a few more for good measure. "You're almost as bad as Wild. Putting things in your mouth that you don't recognize-"

"Hey!" You pout. You had thought about it!....You did it anyway, but it crossed your mind! "I was checking on it!"

"Don't scare me again." He grins, tossing a berry in your face. "Just because animal can eat it, doesn't mean that people can. Be careful."

As if to tease you, he puts a few in his mouth and chews them. "Hhmm... We should take a few back for the others, what do you think?"

You huff and sag your shoulders. "I think it's a great idea."

"You can take the credit for finding the bush."

"I think it's the best idea today!"

Hyrule

"....A berry...." You trail off. Something about this makes you feel uneasy. You didn't think you'd be caught by Hyrule of all people and the energy he's giving off leaves you with little room to doubt that you're in trouble.

He meets your eyes with a flat look. His hands land on his hips and his eyebrow goes up. "Oh really? And where did you find it?"

Whoever taught him this is going to hear form your lawyers.

"I found a bush." You say sheepishly, picking a single berry from your small hoard. "I saw animals eating and then I washed them..."

"Uh-huh." Hyrule takes a few steps forward and plucks the berry from your fingers. He looks over it for a minute before bravely putting it in his mouth. "And then what?"

"Wha- Hey!" You panic and drop the berries in the process. "Hyru- Link! You can't just-!"

"Oh these are fine." He says after he swallows. "For a second I thought that they were Thornbull Berries. But the little stem would have a thorn at the top of the fruit and it would taste metallic."

You stare at him unblinkingly until he bends down, picking up the little berries that you dropped. "...What berries are these then?"

"Sweet Tarts." He grins, putting the berries back in the palm of your hand. "They're safe to eat."

You cough and clear your throat. "Oh... Good. Good. Um... I'm guessing the other one you mentioned isn't?"

"Nope. They'll poison you for sure." He says, all chipper and not at all bothered by the information. "Ask me how I know."

Well now you have to. "How do you know?"

"I ate some." He looks back to you with a grin. "Enough so that I've built up a tolerance to the effects of them. So I can eat a few of them safely. You, however, cannot. So don't eat things you don't know, ok?"

You looks away in embarrassment and tapping your toe on the ground. "...Someone had to."

"We have food back at the camp." He laughs. "Where'd you find these anyway? I want more. Do you think Wild can make a pie while we're out here."

You feel like you've been given whiplash. You lead him to where you found the berry bush and he starts happily picking the berries. Now you're a little put off the innocent berries but if Hyrule gave them the all clear then you've got no problem eating them, right?

You sigh and start to help picking them off of the small bush. "If he manages to make it, I would be very impressed."

Hyrule giggles, unaware of the inner turmoil he sent you in. "I'm sure we can ask. If not, then maybe he can make a dessert instead."

You nod and take out a small bag to put them in. Hopefully there's enough for everyone to enjoy.

Wind

Wind gasps and takes a step back. The look of horror on his face is unmistakable. "Is that blood?"

"What?" You nearly choke on the berry when you speak. The juice runs down your chin and the flesh of the fruit hangs at the back of your throat.

Wind runs to you, hitting your back as hard as he can to "help".

"Wind." Your voice comes out strained. "Wind, please."

He doesn't stop.

You have to swat him away. "Link, I'm fine!"

You certainly don't sound fine. Wind frowns and hovers around you, waiting for any sign to show that you're getting worse.

"Are you ok?" He asks at last.

You have to restrain yourself from glaring at the young boy. "I'm fine. I was eating some berries I found. Do you-" You have to clear your throat again. "Do you need something?"

Wind makes a small humming noise. "I was looking for you. Legend wanted your help with getting Four to agree with him on blacksmithing techniques."

You make a face. "Why on earth does he think I have anything to say about that?"

Wind shrugs.

You cough again and use your sleeve to clean up the remains of the berry, both from your face and your shirt. "I hope the stains come out."

Wind and clears his throat. "What were you eating?"

"Berry." You spit the remains of it out. "I was checking if they were safe to eat."

"By eating them?" Wind tilts his head.

"...." You raise and eyebrow. "Is there any other way?"

Wind opens his mouth to argue but he can't think of an answer fast enough. Knowing that you're more or less saved by the bell, you ruffle his hair and drop the rest of the berries on the ground. Even if they were safe to eat in the end, you don't want to risk your reputation on that.

"Did the Champion say that lunch was going to be ready yet?" You sling your arm around his shoulders. You're quick to change directions, distracting the young hero from the mess you may or may not have made.

"Not yet." Wind says, quickly letting himself be guided away.

You let out a small breath. Oh well, those berries weren't worth it.

Wild

"Wild!" You cry, the half chewed berry spits out of your lips. "Don't scare me like that!"

He snaps a picture.

"Hey!" You swallow the other berry and glare at him. "Get rid of that! I probably look like a chipmunk!"

"A human. A bipedal creature with three dimensional vision, surround sound hearing and technicolor sense of smell." The sheikah slate speaks.

You both freeze and whatever you were about to say get lodged in your throat. "...I didn't know it could do that."

"It's the first time it's happened." Wild chuckles nervously, snapping another picture.

"Wild!" You pout harder. "A warning! Is that too much to ask for!"

"Sweet Tart Berries." The sheikah slate speaks again. "Not to be confused for Thronbull Berries. These berries are sweet and tangy to eat and are known to make delicious pastries, a royal family favorite."

Wild points to your hand that holds the berries. "I'm getting them. Where did you find them?"

"I-in the bush?" You point your finger in the direction they came from. Wild all but dives in that direction as he started to harvest the little berries. "Are we not going t question that your thingy just spoke?"

"Nope." Wild grins, putting the berries in said thingy. "I was just checking to see if my slate to recognize and categorize whatever it was you were eating. the first picture was just a bonus."

You deadpan. "A bonus?"

Wild pauses and his ears flick. "Ok, fine. I actually missed it but I got it the second time. Good find! These are pretty good!"

You feel light headed. enough so that you bring yourself to the ground to sit. "Right...what are Thornbull Berries?"

"I... don't know." Wild moves away from the bush, picking as much as he needed. The taps a few times on the sheikah slate and the voice picks up one moce.

"Thornbull Berries. Typically confused for Sweet Tart Berries, but are poisonous in nature. Known to create a burning sensation in the first thirty minutes of consumption before moving to lose of motor control and eyesight. Victims of the berry can be classified as dead three hours afterwards."

You and Wild slowly turn your head to the bush. "We're not telling anyone else."

"Agreed."

Time

"Spit it out. Right now." Time charges over to you, taking you by the shoulders.

You swallow it.

Time only seems to pale. "What on earth?" He says you're name as if he was scolding a child. "What do you think you're doing?"

"E-eating a berry." You hold out the small bundle in your palm, hoping that he's going to go easy on you. "I found them in the bush-"

"Those are poisonous!" He smacks them out of your hand, instantly checking your pulse and your forehead and your palms.

You're thrown for a loop. You didn't think they were that bad. If anything they were delicious. So it's hard to equate something that tasty into something that's going to kill you.

"But..." You squeak, unable to stay confident in his panic. It was incredibly unnerving to see him in such a state "I already ate one. And I feel fine."

Time pauses, letting your words bounce around in his skull. He checks your face again, looking into your eyes and double checking your temperature. "Are you sure?"

You nod.

"Any nausea? Burning? Pain? Disinterest in fate?"

You start giggling and shake your head. "I'm fine!"

Time doesn't seem to convinced. "Are you sure?"

"If I was in pain or feeling like I was being burned alive, I would say so. I doubt I would be able to hide that kind of thins anyway." You shrugs. "I'm not like Warrior or Legend. those two can fake a broken bone and get away with it. I cry with a paper cut."

He seems to calm down with your words, although he remains suspicious. He keeps an raised eyebrow in your direction as he watches for any change in your reaction.

You calm down as well. Maybe he misread the situation? Sure, he scared the heck out of you the first go around, but now that he's still suspicious despite the lack of results, you feel silly in his behalf. You start to giggle again at the thought.

"What?" Time despairs. "Don't tell me you're feeling dizzy."

You shake your head and instead poke Time. "You're too serious, Old Man. You nearly gave me a heart attack."

You brush him off and start to pick up the berries that fell on the ground. "I'm going to wash these and eat more. You are welcome to join me."

Time runs his hand down his face. "You're joking. Tell me you're joking."

"Nope! They're deliciously tart and I'm going to eat as many as I can!" Are you being cheeky? Maybe. But it seems worth it given his reaction.

Time sighs, looking ten years older already. However, you don't feel remotely apologetic. He should learn to live a little, honestly.

Twilight

You instantly feel your heart pause and skip a beat. You swallow the berry instinctively before speaking. "...I found a berry bush."

Part of you wonders what's going through his head. He looks concerned and panicked but not enough to do anything about it, you guess.

"Do you want some?" You try to sweeten the deal. Something about Twilight gives off disappointed mother energy and you don't care for that at all. Is this what Wild has to deal with almost on the daily? How does he not go crazy?

He stares you down and then does something weird. He leans in close to your face and starts to sniff.

"Twilight...What are you doing?" You try to lean away but he only follows you. He sniffs close to your neck and your lip before he reaches down to your hand, taking a berry and sniffs that too.

"Smells alright..." He mutters to himself before he gives a little lick to the berry.

You feel instant shame blast onto your face and you force yourself to look away. "Link please."

"No toxins."

You stop dead in your mental train of thought. "Come again?"

"Where did you find these?" He's ignoring your questions.

You blankly point to where you found the berry bush. He stars heading in that direction without a second thought, sniffing the air still.

You feel weirder now that he's no longer in your direct line of sight. You thought the fur pelt was just for aesthetic of warmth... what's with the dog attempts?

You follow him, unable to think of doing anything other than that. He still hasn't told what he's doing and you feel like you've been slapped in the face with a fish. You need answers now.

"Twilight?" You call out to him and find him crouched next to the bush. He's sniffing that too. You're even more confused. You're almost certain Wild doesn't have to go through this. "Why are you being weird today?"

Twilight opens his eyes and picks a small berry off the bush. He takes the tiniest of bites out of it, keeping another berry (probably the one you gave him) up so he can continue examining it.

"These are safe to eat." He beams at you, waving the small berry in between his fingers. "Good find! I'm sure we can have a few."

"You- that- what-" You're left scrambling. Well considering you feel completely fine, you would assume that they're safe. "Was that what this was all about?"

Twilight tilts his head and pops another berry into his mouth. "What what was about?"

You gape. He can't be serious. Is he gas lighting you right now? "The whole sniffing thing!"

"The nose knows. What can I say?" He shrugs, eating more berries.

You flops your arm uselessly. That tells you nothing. You eat another berry out of spite. You're asking Wild if Twilight has done that before. It's absurd.

Warrior

You start coughing, not expecting to have been caught and by him of all people. You choke on the berry mush within your mouth and are forced to spit it out.

"Captain!" You shout. "Don't scare me like that!"

"I scared you?" He glares. "What about you? Putting things in your mouth without even know what they are!"

"I know what they are!" You shout back indignantly.

Warrior crosses his arms and crosses the distance between you both. "Then what are they?"

"Berries." You pop another one in your mouth to prove a point. "And they're delicious."

Warrior frowns and takes a berry out of your hand. He turns it over once, ignoring the way you glare at him for the near death experience before he also tosses it into his mouth. He looks just as annoyed as you feel before he softens entirely. "Oh."

"Yes." You toss your hair back. "Oh. Hey. The not-hero was right. Go figure. Who knew it was possible? You should listen to me more often."

"Ok, ok." Warrior puts his hands up in surrender. "Point made."

You take another one from your palm and wave it in his face. "They're tasty. I told you so."

"You did." Warrior shakes his head. "You win. What are they called?"

"I have no idea."

"..."

"..."

"So let me get this straight." Warrior is back in his serious mode. "You saw berries."

"Yes."

"You didn't recognize them."

"Yes."

"And ate them anyway?"

"Nice summary of the last fifteen minutes of my life." You eat another berry, making sure to chew it slowly.

You can see Warrior bite the inside of his cheek. It's almost funny, watching him trying to keep his cool around you.

"You're impossible."

"You love me." You flick his forehead. "What's the worse that can happen?"

"They're poisonous.'" He answers without missing a beat. "Which is what I thought at first. They look a lot like Thornbull berries. Smell different though."

"I have no idea what those are."

"....Yeah that checks out."

Legend

You freeze and try to keep your back turned to the hero who's caught you.

Legend says your name again. He's even more stern. "What are you eating?"

You swallow it and turn around. Why do you feel like you're in trouble? It's not like you're doing anything wrong. "I found some berries. they seemed safe to eat so I was just-"

"Seemed?" He stressed the word in a way that doesn't feel right. "They seemed safe to eat?!"

Now you feel indignant. You pluck another berry from the small pie in your palm to show him. "Yes. They did. And frankly, they're delicious."

Then you plop the next one into your mouth.

Legend's jaw drops. "I can't believe you."

"Start believing." You pop two more into your mouth. "They're interesting and I like them."

You wave the last one in his face before holding out to him. "Want to try it?"

Legend frowns, looking at the berry in your hand. He makes no move to take it at first and instead focuses on your face. "How do you it's edible?"

"I saw some other animals eat it." You shrugs, keeping your hand out. "Had to admit, it made me curious."

You wave the berry in his face. "You know you want to~~"

Legend makes another face before tentatively reaching for the berry. The action makes you feel victorious, like you've won some silent challege.

"The Traveler would know if this is safe to eat or not." He speaks quietly, turning the innocent berry over in his fingers.

"But he's not here right now." You press. "Come on!! Don't be a scardey cat. Live a little. If it was bad to eat, I would probably be showing signs of it already."

That seems to win him over. Legend brings the berry to his lip and bites half of it. His eyes light up and his ear move a little bit higher. "Hm!"

"Right? They're good!" You clap his shoulder. "Should be bring some for the the others?"

"Do you think the Champion would be able to do something with this?" Legend bites the other half.

"No clue. But we can always ask."

Legend wipes his fingers on his tunic. "Where'd you get them?"

"They're growing on a bush over there." You grin. "Come on I'll show you."

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #lu x reader

[kydrogendragon]

Dec 3 - Peppermint

(Ao3 Link)

“Hob?”

Hob turns to face his boyfriend’s confused look. Morpheus is staring with intensity at the screen of his laptop. Leaning to the side, Hob peers over at the screen and only ends up more confused. A page is open to an article on “Top Ten Gift Ideas for Her”.

“Yes?”

“What is a… ‘Bath Bomb’?”

Hob snorts. “That’s what you’re confused about?”

Morpheus turns to him, brows furrowed. “Yes. Should I not be?”

Hob waves a hand in the air. “Nah, they’re not really all that self-explanatory. I’m just confused why you’re looking at them to begin with.”

Morpheus taps the laptop screen. “This article states that they are a satisfactory gift for women.”

“Which sort of brings us to why I’m confused. Who’re you shopping for?”

Morpheus sighs and shuts the laptop. Setting it on the coffee table, he lounges back on the side of the couch and looks to Hob. “My family has requested that we visit them for family dinner at the end of the week. Delirium has insisted that we celebrate Christmas as I am now human. She also enjoys the pretty lights that it brings with it.”

“Ah,” Hob says, pulling Morpheus’s feet into his lap. He works his thumbs against the pads of his feet which earns him a pleased hum as Morpheus sinks further into the cushions, closing his eyes. No wonder he was called the King of Cats. He’s practically a cat himself.

“Right then, so gifts for the family?” Morpheus hums in response. Well, how hard could shopping for the personifications of the forces of the universe be? “Well, we could stop by the shopping center. See if there’s anything there that looks like it’d be a good gift for anyone. Are you getting gifts for everyone or just Del?”

“Del, primarily.” Morpheus mutters. “Perhaps a gift for Death and Daniel as well, though I am certain they would simply be pleased I showed up at all.” Morpheus opens his eyes and peers at Hob. “You have not answered my question.”

“What question?”

“What is a ‘bath bomb’?”

Hob laughs. “Well, I don’t remember what all they put in it, but it’s basically a ball of powder with scents and oils in them that fizz when put in the bathwater. Some change the water color, others just smell really good. I think I have one or two stashed under the sink if you want to try it. I could see you enjoying them.”

Morpheus hums. “A bath sounds nice.”

“Want to take one?”

“Only if you will join me.”

Hob gives Morpheus’s feet a squeeze and shuffles them off of his lap. “Sounds good to me. This cold front is chilling my bones so a nice, hot bath sounds perfect right about now.” He stands, stretching his arms above his head with a groan. “I’ll go get the water started and I’ll see if I can’t find those bath bombs for you.”

Hob pads his way to the bathroom and turns the water in the tub on. As the hot water rushes down, he squats down by his cabinet sink and takes a look inside. Most of what was down here was cleaning supplies or excess grooming products that didn’t fit in the smaller drawers or on the countertops.

Digging around in the back, he spots the familiar plastic packaging. He pulls it out to reveal a small plastic tube with a few bath bombs inside. He had won these as a white elephant gift a few Christmases ago and never had used them. He didn’t think they expired, so they should be good enough. Uncapping the lid, he leans back as the potent scent hits his nose.

He should have known that Christmas themed bath bombs would be peppermint scented. Hob sets the container on the counter. He’ll let Morpheus decide if they use them or not. They were pretty strong.

He steps out of the bathroom to retrieve the freshly dried towels out of the drier and folds two for themselves. He makes his way to the bathroom and drops them off on the edge of the counter before going back into the living room.

Morpheus is still lying on the couch, his eyes closed as he rests his head on the armrest. If there was one thing (there were so, so many things) that Hob was grateful for with Morpheus’s retirement, it was the ability to see him like this, at peace. He hadn’t ever seen him this calm, this at ease, before. It brought a smile to his face every time he saw it.

Walking behind the couch, he leans over, carding his fingers through his boyfriend’s soft hair, rousing him from the cat nap he was taking. “Hi there, love,” Hob whispers. “Bath’s nearly ready. You wanna come with me?” Morpheus takes a deep breath and stretches his limbs out before slinking off of the couch. He takes Hob’s hand in his own and nods.

The pair make their way out of the living room and to the bathroom. Hob turns the water off, knowing that there was plenty in the tub once the two of them were in it. He turns to see Morpheus investigating the container of bath bombs with a curious tilt of his head.

“Do you like the scent? I wasn’t sure if they’d be too strong.” Morpheus shakes his hand and plucks one out, turning it around in his hand. The white and red spiraled sphere rests on the tips of Morpheus’s fingers as he investigates.

“It has a nice scent. But why the color? Is peppermint not normally a green plant?”

Hob chuckles and leans against the counter. “I think it’s supposed to be red and white stripes like on a candy cane. They’re usually peppermint flavoured and I got those,” he nods his head towards the bath bombs. “At a Christmas party a while back.”

Morpheus blinks and turns back to the bath bomb. “I see. So it would be fitting for us to use these this month, then?”

“Most definitely.”

Morpheus hums. He steps towards the tub and looks over his shoulder. “And how does one use it?”

Hob rucks off his shirt as he answers. “You just plop it on it and it should start working. Although I’d suggest getting in the tub first if you want to enjoy the fizzing first hand.” Morpheus nods and sets the sphere on the ground by the tub.

The two strip their clothes and slot themselves into the tub. Hob rests against the back with Morpheus resting between his legs, his back pressed against Hob’s chest. Reaching down, Morpheus retrieves the peppermint monstrosity and drops it into the water.

Hob latches his chin over Morpheus’s shoulder and watches as the orb begins to dissolve in the water, leaving a pleasant aroma of peppermint. It was less intense once it was in the water than he had expected. He closes his eyes, enjoying the warmth that soaks into his bones and the feeling of his lover pressed close to him. He doesn’t think he’d ever get tired of this or any of the small moments like this. It was the quiet, intimate times like sharing a bath that really made life worth living. He was just glad he got to be the one that Morpheus decided to share them with.

“Hob?”

“Hm?” He mumbled into the soft flesh of Morpheus’s shoulder.

“Is glitter a common additive to these?”

Hob’s eyes flick open to see a silver sheen on the top of the water. Of course, of course, he was given the bath bombs with fucking glitter in the. Taking a deep breath, he replies, “It can be. It’s a bitch to clean, though, so if you decide you like bath bombs after this, we’re stocking you up with different ones. These are going in the trash.”

“You do not like glitter?”

“Not in my tub and not on my person, no.”

Morpheus hums and wades his arm through the water. The silver glitter clings to his wet skin, giving him even more of a shine.

“I think I rather enjoy it. It is like stars.”

Hob presses his forehead against Morpheus’s shoulder and sighs. He shouldn’t be surprised that Morpheus had an affinity for glitter. He’d seen that galaxy interior of his coat a few times back when Morpheus was still Dream of the Endless.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

He guesses he could get used to finding glitter everywhere. As long as it makes Morpheus smile, that is.

“I guess we can keep those, then. Since you’re so fond of them.”

Morpheus hums and nestles back into Hob’s chest. He leans up and presses a kiss to Morpheus’s temple. “If my students start poking fun at me for having glitter all over my person, though, you owe me.”

Morpheus laughs.

#dreamling #hob gadling #dream of the endless #the sandman #ky writes #december writing list #kydrogen's december drabbles 2023

[silverflqmes]

໒⦂ 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

notes. reposted from wp!

genre. fluff + crack

ft. tooru oikawa, yuji terushima, atsumu + osamu miya, shigeru yahaba, keiji akaashi, shoyo hinata

gender neutral! reader

➫    𝓞𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔   𝓣𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ sleepovers with oikawa are wILD LIKE GIRL GET READY OMG —

⌗ lots of snacks and y'all would bake cookies together after running to like, walmart in pajamas

⌗ cuz you guys have sleepovers so offen you practically have clothes at each other's houses. oikawa has matching alien pajamas for y'all istg — imagine walking into the store at 10pm lookin like a bunch of dorks searchin for cookie mix-

⌗ FACIALS — girl you already know oikawa has all that good shit that just — wOrKs wOnDErs. expensive asf too, but he has money🧍‍♀️

⌗ jamming to boybands; i don't make the rules, he does😻

⌗ sleep? with all the sci-fi movies he wants to watch? honeyyy😪

⌗ cUdDLinG cuz oikawa KNOWS how to hug istg like he's so wARm AND GIRL THOSE ARMS PLEASE-

➫    𝓣𝗘𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗔   𝓨𝗨𝗝𝗜   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ TIKTOKS — istg yes y'all are makin tiktoks cuz teru do b famous🤾

⌗ pictures too — terushima would prolly also try n vlog your whole sleepover for you guys to watch later and just rEmiNisCe✨ he would totally edit the whole thing too and make it bomb asf

⌗ deadass feel like yuji would bring up the idea of going on omegele to screw w ppl a lil bit —

⌗ the girls would lose their shit and tbh if i saw him, me too😐

⌗ fuck tons of soda n pizza; no sleep🤩

⌗ ngl y'all would definitely pull up on wp or tumblr n make fun of sum nsfw posts

⌗ HE DOES YOUR HAIR HXJDKSKS

➫    𝓜𝗜𝗬𝗔   𝓣𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗦   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ they're kind of a packaged deal- so you get both unless you wanna sit n watch them argue for 368393 years over you😐

⌗ DUMBASSES START ARGUING OVER THE TOP BUNK HDJSKLSLSKS

⌗ you make them both sleep on the floor BAHHAHAHAHAHAHA as you should.

⌗ they have loads of gaming consoles so i can see y'all playing a couple rounds of smash maybe or pulling up on the wii to play either just dance, mk or mario party

⌗ each time atsumu loses he throws a fit n starts complaining, asking for rematches every five minutes until samu kicks him🧍‍♀️

⌗ OSAMU MAKES DINNER HXJSKSKSL

⌗ at some point after knocking out, you'll wake up to get a glass of water and that's when you catch those two hugging each other in their sleep 😶 you take pictures for the team-

➫    𝓨𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗕𝗔   𝓢𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗨   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ ahem, for my underrated crackheaded son- Y'ALL WOULD HAVE THE SOFTEST YET MOST CHAOTIC SLEEPOVER EVER

⌗ HE HAS SHIT ON EVERYONE OMG

⌗ too much tea and too little sleep

⌗ because of his horrible strategies when it comes to picking up girls, you end up giving him a few tips, he needs them-

⌗ i feel like earlier in the day, you'd end up going shopping together and take some really pretty pictures later under some flowers

⌗ you guys would totally bake toooo, cream puffs cuz you were teasing him about his hair zhsjskslldl you save some for makki🙈

⌗ deep conversations about future stuff cuz he's worried about the third years leaving and nervous; please hug him-

➫    𝓐𝗞𝗔𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜   𝓚𝗘𝗜𝗝𝗜   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ you guys would have such a relaxing sleepover omg

⌗ facials and manicures cuz boy needs to keep his own nails nice n taken care of for those smooth ass sets

⌗ i feel like akaashi would have a pool so bring a bathing suit with you🥰

⌗ i headcanon him being able to play piano tbh, he just seems like that kinda classy guy to me- but ofc really shy and maybe a pinch self conscious abt playing, so he'll reluctantly play something for you but it'll sound sooo good

⌗ deep conversations as well because yk he's mostly close with the third years and well as draining as bokuto can be, he doesn't want him to go, or konoha and the others🙁

⌗ please reassure him hdjsksk he needs it.

⌗ studio ghibli movies🥺 i feel like his favorite would be spirited away cuz the visuals and him empathizing with haku??

➫    𝓗𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔   𝓢𝗛𝗢𝗬𝗢   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ he'd probably come to your house and pick you up at the crack of mf dawn to go to morning practice with him first before going to his house😐

⌗ PORK BUNS AND LOADS OF FOOD

⌗ natsu would be home and she prolly wants sum attention🥺🥺 shoyo would get jealous of her for hogging you at some point xhsjsksls

⌗ he tries to bake with you-

⌗ he would talk your ear off all night about stuff which tbh you wouldn't mind cuz he's so mf cute and it's admirable how passionate he is about what he does and his teammates, opponents too; we stan a sweet lil birb who respects everyone💘

⌗ PLEASE PLAY DS W HIM HDSJKS HE HASN'T BEEN ABLE TO PLAY MULTIPLAYER CUZ KENMA AIN'T THERE SOOOO

⌗ he lets you sleep on his bed while he takes the floor because he wants you to be comfortable😭 love you sm sho<3

notes. honestly these could either be platonic or romantic now that i think abt it

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[ragingbookdragon]

Something about being thirty-nine doesn’t sit well with Alejandro. Every year reminded he’s getting older, the soldiers are getting younger, replacing the men and women who are finally retiring and spending life with their family. Alejandro ages with Las Almas, but his soul still feels as young as it did when he was seventeen, riding bikes along the peaks of the mountains with Rudy, standing atop the highest one, staring down at their city bathed in a golden crest, all their problems gone as they shout their dreams from the high heavens above and below. I want to see Las Almas free! Alejandro sometimes wishes he could go back to seventeen. So many choices he could undo, make right with people he did wrong, stop things. But he lives in the present with his actions and consequences.

Young as he may be inside, his body tells him otherwise. Every day he wakes with a new pain somewhere. His lower back, his knees, his shoulders. He thinks about the pain he used to feel when he was a teen and Abuelo would put him and Rudy to work in the gardens, hands and knees in the dirt, pulling weeds and resituating plants, hoeing the long planes of the ground, sweat dripping down his face, chest heaving with each breath. An all over body ache that was soothed with hot water and a good night’s rest—some things couldn’t be solved so easily now.

His soldiers had gifted him numerous trinkets, a few bottles of liquor, others cards with a few twenties, anything above he gave back and hounded his men about not being worth that much and that they needed it more. A few gifts even came in from the 141, something Alejandro was very happy for. Price had sent along a goody bag full of cigars, liquor, and a really intricate looking knife courtesy of Ghost, along with a note that said next year they’d all get together to celebrate his fortieth.

Alejandro was content to share his cigars and liquor with Rudy as they stared up at the night sky on the back of Alejandro’s porch, quietly reminiscing and laughing over the stories they’d made over the years when a knock sounded from the front door. Immediately the two were on guard as someone called out, “Colonel Vargas! I have a delivery from Mistress Spades!”

Alejandro relaxed, if any, and replied, “Around the back!” he’d nodded to Rudy, who’d already had a handgun waiting, and when the man came around, he held up his hands.

“I’m unarmed, sir! Just a package for you!” he had the package in his left hand, small enough that it couldn’t be an explosive, but then again, he’d seen some very impressive bombs be smaller. “Mistress Spades called for me in Laredo. I run interference for her in that area and connect with Houston. She had a package sent here and had me deliver it.”

Alejandro walked over, Rudy’s sights trained on the man, and held out his hand.

“Here you are, sir,” the man said and handed it to him. “She said to be extra careful with it, that it took forever to track it down and if I lost it, it’d be my ass.”

He laughed. “Sounds like her.” He looked at him. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” He nodded at Alejandro then to Rudy and disappeared to the front, where an engine started then the echoing of him driving off reached them.

He returned to the porch and sat back next to Rudy, who was curiously awaiting him to open it. “What is it?”

“I don’t know,” he retorted. “I haven’t opened it yet.”

“Ábrelo!”

Alejandro laughed as turned the box over. A beautifully decorated box, no bigger than his palm, wrapped in thick black paper and sealed with a gold wax stamp that had Spades’ symbol on it. He gently popped the wax seal and lifted the paper, carefully unwrapping the small black box beneath. He lifted the top and picked up the gray card, elegant crimson writing he recognized as Spades’.

Catholicism always confused me, considering the idea of salvation and talking to God is something you are supposed to do in private one on one and not with a priest who orders you to pay penance for your sins. To each their own though, if that’s what helps you sleep at night. Happy Birthday, Alejandro. With love, Spades ♠

He chuckled and put the car aside before shifting the wrapping paper to reveal his gift. His eyes widened as he stared at it, heart fluttering in his chest as he reached to touch it. “Qué es?” Rudy asked, and when Alejandro didn’t respond, he leaned over, concern in his voice as he asked again, “¿Alejandro? ¿Qué pasa? ¿Qué es?”

Alejandro lifted the rosary from the box. An ornate and antique piece, made of bronze with ruby beads, the Infant of Prague sitting just above the crucifixion. Tears gathered in his gaze as he ran his thumb over the cross and flipped it, seeing the inscribed initials he so fondly remembered.

“Es el rosario de mi madre,” he managed to say, a bubble of laughter escaping him as he wiped a stray tear. “No lo he visto desde que tenía siete años. Había perdido la esperanza de encontrarlo.” Alejandro couldn’t stop the tears as he closed his eyes and pulled the rosary to his forehead, a quiet prayer for his mother. He missed her terribly every day, had never stopped looking for the cartel men that had murdered her and stolen her rosary that day at seven years old. Now it was home again.

Rudy leaned over and wrapped an arm around him, squeezing him tight and joked, “Déjale a Spades encontrar algo que has estado tratando de encontrar durante treinta y dos años en menos de seis meses.”

Alejandro couldn’t help but laugh, a full one from his chest that made his stomach hurt and he nodded his head, slipping the rosary on to rest under his shirt at his heart. It felt like his mother’s arms were around him, her lips pressed to his head like she always had done. She was home.

He looked at Rudy and smiled. “Este ha sido uno de los mejores cumpleaños de mi vida, Rudy.”

Rudy was already clambering to his feet, pulling Alejandro with him so they could go eat dinner. “Lo ha hecho, pero el año que viene va a ser increíble porque puedo darte cuarenta puñetazos y no tener ninguna repercusión.”

“OYE!”

#spades #alejandro vargas x reader imagines #alejandro vargas x reader imagine #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas imagine #alejandro vargas imagines #alejandro vargas #alejandro cod #alejandro mw2 #rudy parra #rodolfo parra #cod imagines #cod imagine #cod #call of duty imagines #call of duty imagine #call of duty #modern warfare 2 imagines #modern warfare 2 imagine #modern warfare 2 #mw2 imagines #mw2 imagine #mw2

[faofinn]

No. 29 "I only sink deeper the deeper I think."

Scented Candle | Troubled Past Resurfacing | "What happened to me?"

After his transplant, Harrison finally started going from strength to strength. It took what felt like a lifetime, and he was so aware he'd never have made it half as far without the support of the family. 

The closer he got to discharge, the more he realised what he needed to do to just get back on his feet. His injury alone was one hell of a journey, but that combined with the complications from his liver had made things a million times worse. 

Once he'd been discharged, things felt impossible. His clothes hung off him, and his prosthetic no longer fit his leg. He kept trying to convince himself it was only temporary, just a tiny price in comparison to still having his life. 

Most of his days were spent on the sofa, or in bed, curled up with Scout. Even the smallest thing exhausted him, and showers were a distant memory. With Tai's support, and quite often at least one kid joining him, he managed to get into the bath, and finally seemed to find it enjoyable. 

On one of his rare days off, Fao had come to visit. As much as Harrison enjoyed it, he was too tired for niceties. He did his best to stay awake, but after the fourth jolt awake in ten minutes, Fao called it. He gave Harrison a hug, told him he'd lock up and not to worry about it, and let the other man sleep.

It was early afternoon when Tai returned, the kids in tow. "Hars? You in?"

Still dozing on the sofa, he'd barely woken before the kids attacked him. "Uh, yeah. I'm in here."

"Did we have a parcel?"

"No?"

Tai entered the living room, box in his arms. "It was left inside the door."

Harrison frowned. "Oh. Fao was over. He must have left it."

"What's in it?"

"I don't know, open it?"

Tai settled by Harrison, passing him the box. He took it carefully, opening it with a slight frown. It quickly faded into a grin, looking up at Tai. 

“The soft sod. He’s made a proper little care package.” He laughed. “Look at this, hot chocolate, scented candles, bath bombs…I swear he’s a girl at times. Ooh, a blanket!”

Tai joined in the laugher. “Yeah? Just Fao, I’m sure. Everyone reacts the same to a blanket.”

“He’s got fluffy socks for the pair of us.”

“Ooh, he has?”

Harrison nudged him. “You’re just as bad.”

“Fuck off.” He teased, quietly so the kids wouldn't hear.

“Want to join me in the bath tonight? Once the rascals are sorted?”

“I wouldn’t say no.”

Once the kids had been corralled into bed, six hundred stories and hugs later, and Harrison’s bath had been drawn, the pair sat in the bathroom. It still took a little coaxing to get harrison into the bath, but he was getting better with each try. The candle was lit, and they;d both been pleasantly surprised by the scent.

“Wanna put a bath bomb in first?” Tai offered after a few more minutes of silence

Harrison jumped slightly. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, probably a good idea.” 

“Here, this one first?” He held one out. “It smells good.”

Harrison took a moment. “I'm gonna get in and then do it.”

It was a slight struggle to get into the bath, it always was, but the water was warm and surprisingly calming. The bath-bomb helped distract him too, the quiet crackle of the candle and Tai’s soft chatter was a far cry from the baths he’d become used to as a kid, and he found himself enjoying it. It was relaxing, and as tai joined him in the bath behind him, he happily leaned against his husband. 

“You having fun?” He murmured with a grin.

Harrison hummed, his eyes closed. “Mm, it's nice.”

“Yeah, it is. You’ll have to thank Fao for it.”

“I will.” He gave a heavy sigh.

Tai didn’t reply, letting Harrison unwind and relax on top of him. It was nice to be able to enjoy it together, and he’d be lying if he said it hadn’t been a lot of work. But, he supposed, all of Harrison had been. It didn’t mean the end product was any less for it, far from it. He linked his fingers with Harrison’s.

“Love you.”

#whump writing #whump prompt #oc #whump #fic #harrison #whumptober2023 #no 29 #scented candle #this turned out cuter than i intended #but harrison occasionally deserves some good #and he deserves to enjoy the bath #tai cole #cunningham cole crew

[misscrazyfangirl321]

Problem: A couple of years ago, at a craft fair, I bought something. It is EITHER a hot cocoa bomb or a bath bomb. I'm not sure which, and there's nothing on the package to indicate one way or the other, since I got it from a craft fair.

Idea: I will make a cup of hot cocoa. It will either be the best or worst I've ever made.

Result: Stay tuned.

#i speak

[dollartreecompassonline]

Unwrapping Holiday Cheer on a Budget: 10 Dollar Tree Gift Ideas That Wow

The holidays are a time for joy, togetherness, and... oh no, the gift budget is shrinking faster than a gingerbread house in a rainstorm! Fear not, festive friends, for the Dollar Tree, that magical realm of $1 treasures, is here to sleigh your gifting woes. With aisles brimming with hidden gems and enough creativity to fuel a thousand Pinterest boards, you can score amazing gifts that'll warm hearts without emptying your wallet. So, grab your reusable tote bag (because sustainability!), channel your inner elf, and let's dive into 10 Dollar Tree delights that'll make this holiday season sparkle, even on a shoestring budget.

1. Pamper Me Pretty:

Everyone deserves a little self-care indulgence, and Dollar Tree's beauty section is a treasure trove of pampering picks. Grab a set of glittery bath bombs for a fizzy, fragrant escape, or curate a mini spa kit with silky sleep masks, cucumber eye patches, and aromatherapy shower steamers. Add a touch of luxury with scented hand lotions and bath salts, and don't forget the finishing touch: fuzzy socks and nail polish in festive hues. Wrap it all up in a cute basket or fabric pouch, and voila! A spa day waiting to happen, for under $10!

2. Game On!:

Unleash the inner game enthusiast with a DIY game night box. Fill a decorative box with Dollar Tree's bounty: classic card games like Uno and Phase 10, miniature versions of popular board games, dice for impromptu Yahtzee sessions, and even blank playing cards for endless creativity (think Mad Libs or charades!). Throw in some festive snacks and drinks, and you've got a recipe for laughter-filled evenings all winter long.

3. Movie Magic:

Cinematic escapism awaits on the Dollar Tree shelves! Grab a selection of family-friendly or genre-specific DVDs (horror for the thrill-seekers, rom-coms for the hopeless romantics!), cozy popcorn buckets, and packs of microwaveable movie snacks. Add a plush throw blanket and some twinkle lights for ambiance, and boom! Instant home theater experience, ready to transport your loved ones to faraway lands (or just the couch next door).

Dollar Tree DVDs, popcorn buckets, microwaveable movie snacks, plush throw blanket, and twinkle lights

4. Master Chef in the Making:

For the budding culinary connoisseur, a DIY baking kit is the perfect present. Fill a jar with dry ingredients for a simple cake or cookie mix, layer in sprinkles and icing, and tie it up with a cheerful ribbon. Add a cute spatula or cookie cutter for an extra touch, and attach a recipe card for baking fun. Bonus points for creating personalized labels with the recipient's name and your secret family recipe!

5. Green Thumbs Rejoice!:

Nurture those green thumbs with a DIY terrarium kit. Grab a small glass container, some decorative pebbles, and artificial succulents or air plants (no watering worries!). Add tiny figurines or fairy lights for an enchanting touch, and package it in a decorative box. This low-maintenance plant haven is perfect for office desks or apartment dwellers, and it's a gift that keeps on giving (at least until the air plant needs a spritz!).

Dollar Tree terrarium kit with glass container, decorative pebbles, artificial succulents, air plants, tiny figurines, fairy lights, and decorative box

6. Cozy Comfort Corner:

Snuggle up and read the winter blues away with a cozy reading kit. Fill a basket with plush throws, fuzzy socks, and a selection of books from Dollar Tree's surprisingly diverse literary offerings. Choose classics, contemporary fiction, or even cookbooks for the foodie in your life. Add a cute mug and a bag of hot cocoa mix, and you've got the perfect antidote to a chilly winter day.

7. Craftastic Creations:

Unleash the inner artist with a DIY craft kit. Dollar Tree's craft section is an explosion of colorful possibilities. Grab some blank canvases, paint, and brushes, or get creative with wood crafts, jewelry making kits, or even tie-dye supplies. Throw in some decorative stickers, glitter, and pom-poms for extra pizazz, and let the imaginations run wild! This gift is perfect for kids, adults, and anyone who loves to get their hands messy (in the best way possible!).

8. Teacher's Toolbox of Treasures:

Show your appreciation for the educators in your life with a personalized "Teacher's Toolbox of Treasures." Fill a decorative container with helpful little trinkets and essentials to make their day-to-day lives a little brighter. Think coffee mug warmers, colorful sticky notes, fun pens and markers, even mini staplers. Add a pack of thank-you cards for students to express their gratitude, and throw in a cute stress ball or mini succulent for moments of zen amidst the lesson planning. This thoughtful and practical gift says "thank you" in a hundred different ways.

9. Get Crafty with Cards:

Don't underestimate the power of a handmade card! Dollar Tree's greeting card aisle is a treasure trove of blank cards, colorful tissue paper, stickers, and embellishments. Let the creativity flow: create unique pop-up designs, use glitter and glue to add sparkle, or write heartfelt messages inside. A personalized card shows you put thought and effort into the gift, and it's a keepsake that can be cherished long after the holidays are over.

10. Stocking Stuffers Galore:

No holiday season is complete without the joy of overflowing stockings! Dollar Tree Compass is a stocking stuffer paradise, with options for everyone. Grab festive candy canes and chocolates, tiny trinkets and toys, fun socks and hair accessories. For the tech-savvy, consider mini phone chargers or earbuds. For the bookworms, bookmarks and small notebooks are perfect. Don't forget the practical picks: hand warmers, lip balm, even mini first-aid kits. Mix and match with creativity, and let the stockings overflow with holiday cheer, all for a fraction of the cost.

Remember, the true magic of Dollar Tree gifts lies in the thoughtfulness and personalization. Take the time to choose items that your loved ones will truly appreciate, and don't be afraid to get creative. Add a handwritten note, wrap it in festive paper (Dollar Tree has that too!), and watch your budget-friendly gifts spark joy and laughter this holiday season. So, spread the cheer, embrace the magic of the $1, and let Dollar Tree help you weave unforgettable holiday memories, one treasure at a time.

Bonus Tip: Get the whole family involved! Make Dollar Tree shopping a treasure hunt, have kids pick out gifts for their friends and teachers, and let everyone's creativity run wild. Who knows, you might just discover some hidden talents and create holiday memories that will last a lifetime.

Happy gifting, and happy holidays!

#dollar tree

[goldenguillotines]

OK.. I HAVE MORE THOUGHTS IN MY BRAIN... ABT ... WHAT EVERYONE IS DOIN... but these are my ideas for these guys

Masayo is bringing Vaniee on the biggest most lavish fucking whole day long date. Spoiling the shit out of her the entire time. Nothing is too expensive. Absolute menace about finding a nie restaurant and renting it out for the both of them.. Also I do think to make up for his absence.. doesplan to do the safe with jollie the following day. Sends her one of THOSE GIANT ass bears. Sorry

Wicata is holding a lil thing at her tattoo parlor. Offers those "blind" tattoos gatchas with a bunch pre designed inside. Gives flowers out the whole time.. goes home for some snuggle times with Vel and Katz later hehe.. Keeps everything lowkey..

Nakaou and Lyz hangin out [: Making stuff together. Friendly times.. Both getting to chat.. snuggles.. Tons of /p snuggles to be had.. Overly happy cat. Probably ends the day by going out and giving some stuff he made to his quads.. and """"secretly"""" leaves something for his crush.. His friends all receive stuff he's been working on for them. Patches of their symbol he's made! Hand painted and everything

Riaske is stealing Zev away for the whole day. Incredibly lowkey day. Except he seems extra clingy for some reason. Surprises her with something homemade and flowers he went out and picked from his old home. Shares a bubble bath together <3

Mickey probably is also running a lowkey day. Probably drops something off for Cretel that's actually pretty sentimental but a huge glitter bomb to be a dickhead.. Sends Daisou a care package full of sweets and goodies.. and Takes Heilda out on a fuckin fancy ass date. I mean like the rich snobbish type ones. You would cringe.

Katz spends most of the early day snooping up on Jejune.. Just to fuck with him in all honesty. Probably gives him like a fuckin cheap ass bag of hot chips as a "Ur insufferable and annoying but w/e don't want you to feel left out" thing

Ketana is actually being pretty normal I think. He perhaps probably ordered things for his quads and left them somewhere for them to find. Actually pretty sentimental things too.. Takes tricky to a Cafe and actually looks relaxed for a little

Nobayo sends his students gifts.. he doesn't have a ton of them.. but he can't help but splurge on a particular pupil of his.. throws in some treat he purchased with a note for Alfadi..

Vanmit.. I think he probably just is super mentally ill that day /LH. Very elusive. I do like the idea he tried to make his quads/friends something small. A few cookies that are a little crisp.. but <3 he tried

Threadweaver is outdoing everything Masa/Mickey did by x1000. Motherfucker is arranging the most sappy fuckin day. Flowers. Pays for anything Cupid wants.. Let's her go on a Dan shopping spree.. Tons of gifts and sugar coated words the entire day.. and just because he's occupied doesn't mean he's gonna pass up his other quads.. Sends them ample gifts of different varieties.

Jae doesn't like quads day lmao. Thinks it's childish but won't rain on anyone's parade. Makes something small but nice for his quads... probably makes Daph breakfast if she really is feeling the day.. might make them something nicer too and share a bottle of wine together [:

#oc talk #if u have anyone i missed.. u can ask (:< send me alil ❤️‍🔥 wit their name and ill tell u!! #long

[andswarwrites]

Hospitality doesn't always have to be structured, planned weeks in advance.  If we're making plans with friends who have busy schedules, of course it might need to be marked far down the calendar, and the larger the group, the further down the calendar the plans will fall.  I'm just saying, asking a friend to come over impulsively, or accompany you for a walk in the park, or go for a coffee or a bite to eat, for an ambivert, these are some of the best options, because when you ask to spend time with your friends on the same day, this means you actually feel sociable enough to enjoy the experience.

An ambivert is a person who balances between introverted and extroverted traits.  I feel like an introvert most of the time, which is why when social situations come up, no matter how much I've been looking forward to them, if they get canceled, I feel a sense of relief.  It may be combined with disappointment, but the disappointment is on the surface, and deep underneath it, there's the sense of a weight lifted.  That doesn't happen with impromptu plans.  Maybe because you don't have time to overthink.

On the other hand, I enjoy making plans on behalf of my daughter.  During the winter months, I organized an arts and crafts afternoon for N- and a few of her friends.  One of her friends lives pretty far away, so we organized a sleepover with her, and the rest of the girls joined us around 2:00 PM.  I had prepared a gift bag for each of them with paint, a small canvas, and an assortment of activities for them.  We also had baked treats and pink lemonade.

I'm planning to repeat the experience next month; N- noticed a lot of wooden mushrooms of varying styles and sizes on Amazon, and I saw a package of different colored and textured mosses, so an idea formed in my mind: the girls can paint the mushrooms, make flowers out of clay, decorate their own little plant pot, and each bring their creation home with them.  I think it would be reasonable to organize an afternoon of arts and crafts every three months or so, one for every season of the year.

Hospitality is a little like gift-giving.  You're not thinking about yourself as you plan for it, you're thinking about the other person, how to make them happy.  When guests are coming over I like to make sure I have an assortment of beverage flavors to offer, and I like to plan a menu that is easy to prepare so I can get out of the kitchen quickly and enjoy the association with my friends.  If they offer to bring something, I usually ask them to think of dessert, because that is not my forte.

I try to make plans every second weekend, and leave the weekend in between to spend with family only.  Last month we had three or four weekends with plans, and it wore me out completely.  When I was younger I wanted to be superhuman, so I didn't recognize my limitations.  Well, I simply have to recognize them now, because if I don’t it starts with a slap in the face and quickly escalates from there.  It used to be frustrating to see other people with more active and full calendars than me, but I've come to realize I simply live life differently.

There is nothing wrong with needing rest.  Possibly because it's a need?  Our body requires care.  We need to breathe, we need to eat, we need to drink, expel waste, sleep.  But more than just sleep, we need to rest.  That may need we need to relax and unwind.  For some of us that means a twenty minute shower that uses up all the hot water, to others it’s a soak in the tub with a heavenly-scented bath bomb, to still others it's reading a novel by your favorite author, or maybe binge watching a series on your favorite streaming service.  For me, it could be any one of the aforementioned things, depending on factors.

Part of self care is figuring out when you need to push yourself into doing something for others and when you really need to recognize that you can't do anymore.  If your entire world revolves around you, you cannot be happy.  Putting others' needs ahead of your own is noble, and yet you need to realize that you have needs as well.  Those needs are not extravagant.  They are needs, put simply.  When you're thirsty, is there anything wrong with drinking a glass of water?

I keep thinking that in life what I most often seek is balance.  Every time I think I've gotten the hang of one area in life, another starts to slip and I need to address it.  I feel like I'm riding a tiny unicycle on a tightrope over a waterfall while twirling plates on the end of sticks and balancing a ball on my nose. 

When I look back at all the pictures in my phone, of smiling faces, whether they're just of me and S- and N-, or they're of our friends and family, I realize that those moments make the days in life like pearls on a string.  Every one has value, everyone is treasured.  And think about it, isn't a gift valuable when it cost the giver something?  It costs my energy to be in a social setting.  And I do it anyway, because I want to do it.  But I'm going to spend a few hours recharging afterwards.  Either in sweats or pajamas.

#hospitality #social life #introvert problems

[smilingformoney]

What would Snape do if he survived the war and opened a cosmetics shop next to a bakery, and the woman who runs the bakery is cute but talks too much sometimes and has her own trauma from the past and also they fancy each other. Lucius shows up but he can’t remember anything even though he’s kind of friendly with the cute baker, and some creepy guys keep calling for Snape because they want something from him but it’s kind of a mystery? - Snape survived AU anon 🙏

Damn anon that's such a good idea I wrote the first chapter here

At the front of the once dull and dusty abandoned shop there was now an old fashioned window of sixteen glistening panes, four of which rippled with a bulls eye effect, where previously four were smashed, the remaining shards jutting from the wooden frame like teeth. Next to this, a freshly painted, shiny black door with six much smaller panes, through which an 'Open' sign in dark green script was visible for the first time since these changes had been made. A little gold bell just above the inside of the door chimed pleasantly as it was pushed open. Three girls and a boy bustled in, giddy and chattering happily amongst themselves.

'I need something to sort my skin out,' said one of the girls pulling at her face as she poured over her reflection in one of the display mirrors the second her eyes caught sight of it.

'Your skin is perfect. Can we focus on my hair for just one second here?' Retorted another, rolling her eyes before searching the heavily-stocked shelves for a remedy for oily hair.

The third had already picked up something fitting for each of her friends needs, thrusting little glass bottles into their hands without a word and turning to continue her own search for the make-up she'd come to shop for.

The boy was absentmindedly sniffing bath bombs, picking them from the display of vast piles, choosing three he decided were the most delicious and calming smells he'd ever had the pleasure of submitting his nostrils to.

The four of them approached the counter at once, arms laden with various bottles and boxes, but no one was behind the counter. In fact, now that they'd gathered what they'd come for and simmered down significantly, the store was silent except for the dull crackle of a fire from within the back room and the soft music that played enchantingly through the shop.

'Hello?' Called one of the girls quietly, to no avail.

'Hello?!' Another called, louder and harsher than the first.

Then, from the doorway behind the counter, emerged a striking man dressed all in black with thick, shiny shoulder length black hair, black glittering eyes and a roman nose.

'May I help?' he said in a cold rumble of a voice, surveying the four customers. He quickly realised where they were from when his eyes lowered to the crest on their robes. 'Ah. Hogsmeade weekend already is it, Butters?' He drawled, cocking an eyebrow at them.

'Snape?' The girl replied, jaw dropping and eyes widening.

'I suppose, now that I'm no longer your professor, yes, it is I... Snape,' he scathed, lips curling, 'however, you are still a student of Hogwarts, Butters, and I would remind you that you're only allowed into Hogsmeade if the behaviour of all students is exemplary. That includes respecting the village's business owners... I am still in very close contact with Professor McGonagall.'

'Yes, Professor,' she nervously replied out of habit, placing her items on the counter for Snape to charge and package up.

'This is your business?' The boy piped up.

'Yes, Gilmour,' Snape snapped without bothering to flick his eyes up at him. Snape gently wrapped Butters' purchases in white tissue paper and placed them into a black paper bag as if each were as delicate as a newborn.

'But your products, sir... they're-'

'Heavenly? Luxurious? Relaxing? Yes, I am aware of all of this, Gilmour,' Snape interrupted with a playfulness to his voice that they all recognised as the specific brand of Snape sarcasm they'd come to know well in their years with him as their teacher. 'And it's not Professor any longer. I'm just - it's... Mr. Snape now.'

'So who's Prince?' Two of them said at once.

'Never you mind,' Snape drawled.

The four stood in silence then as they each took their black paper bags and handed over their money. 

'Now,' Snape said cooly before they turned to leave, 'don't go telling everyone at Hogwarts that Snape runs the new beauty shop - I'd rather them experience that disappointment for themselves, as you did. I'd also rather not ruin my sales before they've so much as glanced at the window display.'

'But Professor,' said Butters, 'your shop is amazing - I'm going to tell all the girls in the common room about it as soon as we get back if they haven't already discovered it themselves!'

Snape exhaled a long sigh. 'Of you go,' he said exasperatedly, as though he was seeing them out of his old dungeon again.

A small seed of joy sparked in his stomach for a split second at what his ex students had said, only to be swiftly extinguished by the influx of customers that filed in and out of his store for the rest of the day, the little bell dinging happily every few minutes as another window shopper came for a nosy and ended up leaving with a bag full of goodies.

Gold lettering on the windows read Prince's Cosmetics and the window dressing was nothing short of eye-catching. The display was set out with glossy perfume bottles, tubs of creams, piles of bath bombs almost the size of bludgers, vials upon vials of bath bubbles, trays and tubes of make up and nail polishes in every colour imaginable. They were all laid out beautifully on and around an old black dressing table, products bursting from the drawer and spilling out onto the matching chair. The furniture appeared well-used, but fit the overall aesthetic of the shop perfectly. Candles floated around the display, twinkling delicately to illuminate the examples of simple but effective packaging the products were sold in; crystal bottles, glass tubs and wooden boxes, all tied with a thin, silky, black bow.

Becca stood back to take all of this in at ten minutes to closing time, taking in the gorgeous sight with a soft smile. The last functioning shop in the row no longer belonged to her; the abandoned building was finally restored and might actually bring her a few more customers. It certainly had today.

When she entered, awestruck at the well-stocked shelves, an overwhelmingly pleasant smell hit her. It was all her favourite scents combined with something very personal; a smell she recognised from her childhood but couldn't quite put her finger on. She stood still, closing her eyes for a moment to take a deep breath.

When her eyes opened again, they met with the man behind the counter who was just finishing up the process of rolling down his sleeves.

'You'll have to excuse me,' he says in a low, silky voice, 'I forgot to change the sign - I closed ten minutes early.'

Becca watched as he pulled his hair out of the messy bun tied at the back of his head, his fingertips stained in pinks and blues; he's been working on new products she thought, but what left her lips instead was a small gasp at how his hair fell to frame his face and how his elegant brightly stained fingers worked through it, tousling it back into shape.

She collected herself with a single shake of her head and a deliberate blink. 'I can come back tomorrow, I'm only-'

'No, no,' he reassured her, 'please, what can I help you with?' He began to remove his apron.

'Well actually, I came to say hello,' she blushed, 'I have the shop next door, you see-'

'Ah, Tiffey's Treats?' Snape said, wandering over to the little sink by the bath products to wash the colours from his fingers under a warm tap.

'That's the one,' Becca replied. 'I wanted to bring you something - a welcome gift. It's nothing much,' she excused as she pushed forward the little basket she held in her hands, covered with a silk scarf.

Snape turned back to her and met her in the middle of the shop floor to take the basket. 'You shouldn't have,' he said quietly, flushing as his fingers brushed hers.

'Oh, it's nothing, really,' she excused, voice breaking as she felt his skin against hers.

'Thank you,' he whispered, averting his eyes.

'Well. Why don't we have a slice of cake?' Becca said brightly, cutting through the tense silence that followed the brief exchange.

Snape only nodded in response, sweeping behind the counter and returning a couple of minutes later with two small plates, a thick slice of cream-covered walnut cake and a fork on each.

'Please, sit down,' he gestured to the stools in front of the make up counter, handing Becca a plate.

'So,' she said, hopping up onto a stool. 'Who are you?'

Snape smirked. 'I could ask you the same question... Severus.'

'You're not Severus Snape, by any chance?' Becca asked casually, sticking her fork in to gather a big chunk of cake.

His eyes narrowed. 'Why?'

'The war hero, Severus Snape?' Becca's eyes were still on her plate. 'This is pretty good, if I do say so myself,' she went on jovially, almost to herself..

'I am Severus Snape as a matter of fact. Are you going to ask me who Prince is next?' He said with a tired voice.

'Nope,' she replied, smiling and flicking her eyes up to meet his. 'I bet everyone's asked you that today. And I bet it's no one's business but yours.'

His face relaxed and he smiled back. 'It was my mother's maiden name. That's her dressing table in the window.'

Becca glanced toward the back of it. 'That's lovely.'

'Actually, I always hated it until I found a use for it here,' he scoffed. 'It does fit in quite nicely, I suppose.'

They both took another mouthful of cake, the gentle damp outside now turning to a lashing of rainfall against the window.

'I'm Rebecca,' Becca said plainly after finishing the last mouthful her cake, 'but everyone calls me Becca.'

'It's been a delight to meet you, Rebecca,' Snape said.

Not presuming to fit into the category of everyone was intended as a sign of respect, but Becca bit her lips together at hearing it.

'So, is there a Mrs Snape I've yet to meet?' She asked, stomach clenching as she awaited the answer. As sure as she was that he called her by her full name to place a barrier between them, she couldn't bite her tongue in time when the thought popped into her head upon hearing her full name from his lips. She winced at herself, looking up through narrowed eyes to gauge his response.

But Snape wasn't looking back at her - his eyes were now trained on the window. He almost kicked the stool over behind him as he stood and stumbled over to it.

'No... there's no Mrs...' he offered, distractedly.

'Severus? What is it?' Becca stood to follow him carefully, only to see a man on the other side of the glass. It was a man she recognised - he was a regular at her bakery and had last been in her shop only half an hour prior.

'Do you want me to tell him you've closed?' She offered.

'No- no, I-' Snape stuttered, mouth open in disbelief and brow furrowed in thought as he edged to the entrance, flicking the Open sign to Closed and proceeding to swing the door back, rain spitting onto his clothes.

'Malf?' He called, incredulous, to the man still browsing the contents of the window.

The man turned to him, not quite hearing him through the pouring rain hitting the buildings and cobbled ground around him.

'Charming little shop. Good job on restoring it!' He shouted back, eyes bright.

Snape leapt outside and grabbed the man by his arms. Becca stood back, watching from the doorway.

'Lucius?' He said, inches from the man's face.

'Do I know you?' Lucius replied, bewildered, searching Snape's face for recognition but drawing a blank.

'Come inside, you'll catch your death out here,' Snape said, dragging him to the door and pulling him inside.

'Small world. Do you two know each other?' Becca asked, her tongue running away with her.

'Yes.' Snape said clearly at the precise moment that Lucius answered with a simple, 'No.'

They snapped their heads to face one another, confusion dancing over their features until Snape broke away.

'Come through to the back, we'll sit by the fire. Rebecca - keep an eye on him while I get a towel?'

Becca shut and locked the door, following them into the little back room, slightly giddy at the prospect of whatever drama she'd unwittingly stepped into.

The man Snape dragged in was handsome; a strong jaw and distinct cheekbones framed under milky skin, a black velvet bow tied perfectly around his thick, white-blonde hair at the nape of his neck. As he warmed his hands against the fire, Snape re-emerged, removed the man's cloak and wrapped a thick, fluffy towel around him.

'I'll put the kettle on,' Becca whispered to Snape and he nodded. She busied herself in the adjoining kitchen, as Snape took a seat next to the man.

'Lucius,' Snape spoke softly, concern in his eyes, 'what are you doing here?'

'How is it that you know my name?' Lucius replied, a gentle smile on his face, his eyes filled with wonderment. 'This is a cosy little room, isn't it? Impressive book collection you've got.'

'Don't you recognise me?' Snape asked, eyes darting over Lucius's face to search for some spark of his old self.

'Sorry good sir, you've been very generous, drying me off and warming me up and whatnot, but I can honestly say that I've never seen you before in my life.' Lucius smiled again, innocent and jolly, his eyes sparkling.

'I know you,' Snape said plainly. 'We used to be friends... a long time ago.'

'Is that so?' Lucius said, looking interested.

'Yes. Perhaps... perhaps you aught to stay here a while, make sure you don't catch pneumonia. Where do you live?'

'Oh, a long way off. Devon. I apparate here for a spot of shopping now and again. Always was fond of this little village. I was pleased to see this shop finally put to good use so I thought I'd come for a look around. Didn't realise the time of course - you should be closed now, I'm sure.'

Snape watched Lucius's expression change as he talked, from pleasant to amused to thoughtful - it wasn't him. Did Lucius have a secret twin he never knew? That couldn't be - they wouldn't both have the same name, of course.

'Lucius Malfoy, isn't it?' Snape said, playing dumb.

'That's right. Were we at school together?'

'Yes. Sort of. You were a couple of years above me, but we... vaguely knew one another. I'm Severus Snape.' Snape waited to see if his name changed anything in the way Lucius was looking at him. It didn't.

'Ah. Well, nice to meet you again, Severus!' He held out his hand, and Snape tentatively took it in his, giving a firm shake. 'Is that your wife back there? Are you expecting?' Lucius nodded to a box in the corner of the room, full of baby toys and blankets.

'What? No,' Snape said, cheeks flushing as he hoped Becca didn't hear. 'That box was left in the shop before I moved in, I haven't got around to shifting everything yet. And Rebecca runs the bakery next door, that's all.'

'Oh, yes, I know she does. Lovely woman, Becca. Always sneaks me an extra Cauldron Cake on the house when I visit. So, she's not your wife and there's no baby... girlfriend?' Lucius pressed.

'No, I've only just met her, Malf!' Snape huffed good-humouredly, flashes of conversations they'd had in their younger years on the topic of girls playing through his mind.

Lucius looked at Snape strangely, as though the nickname Malf had sparked something in his memory. But it hadn't, not quite.

'Well, I won't tell her,' he answered, pressing the towel against his hair, now slightly fuzzy from the rain.

'Won't tell her what?' Snape whispered, narrowing his eyes.

'That you like her,' Lucius replied simply just as Becca entered the room with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate.

'Oooh, who do you like?' Becca said brightly, eyes lighting up as she passed their drinks over.

'No one- I-' Snape stuttered, glaring at Lucius.

'Well, in any case, I'd better be off,' Becca interjected, feeling that if she hung around any longer she would more than outstay her welcome, and definitely not at all because she didn't want to hear that Snape had a liking for someone else. Probably Madame Rosmerta she thought scathingly.

'You should stay for a drink-' Snape started, standing and gesturing to the armchair by the fire.

'No- thank you, but I'd better leave you to it. It sounds like you have a lot of catching up to do.' She smiled at Snape warmly, sending butterflies rising through his stomach. 'You know where I am if you need me- I mean, if you need anything.'

'I'll see you out.' Snape said hurriedly.

They left Lucius looking around the room. He stood to choose a book from the vast volumes, but as he moved over to the bookcase, something else caught his eye. The box in the corner of the room - the one with the baby things - was emitting a strange green glow. He blinked, thinking he must be imagining it, but the glow continued for a few more seconds before dying out completely.

He drew his wand, striding over to it and flipping the lid completely off, rummaging through the contents with his free hand. Nothing. His lips turned down and he let out a 'Huh,' returning to the bookcase with a few more cautionary glances toward the box.

In the shop, Snape and Becca had reached the front door and were standing together gauchely.

'Thank you for sharing the cake with me,' Becca finally said.

'Thank you for helping me out with him,' Snape smirked, pointing back toward Lucius with his thumb.

'It's quite alright. Any time,' she shrugged, worrying that she sounded too eager and trying with all her might to pull her feet closer to the door and just leave, but she was finding it extremely difficult to take her eyes off Snape's.

'Perhaps we could do it again some time,' Snape said quietly, clearing his throat, 'you know, if - if you want to.'

'Do what again? Find a long lost friend outside and dry them off?' She giggled.

Snape's lips curled up into a smile.

'If you like,' he breathed, both of them unconsciously inching closer.

'Severus?' Came Lucius's voice from the back room, 'Can I borrow this book?'

Becca stepped back, averting her eyes and Snape let out a long breath he hadn't realised he was holding in, raising a hand to rub at the back of his neck awkwardly.

'I'd better,' he nodded his head back toward Lucius.

'Yes. I'll get going. Thanks again.' Becca turned and opened the door, the bell dinging pleasantly.

'Wait,' Snape called, 'here - take this. In return for your welcome gift. It was too generous.' He held out a small perfume bottle. 

'Oh, I couldn't-'

'Please, take it. I'd like you to have it.' Snape wrapped his fingers around her hand and closed the bottle in her palm.

They smiled at each other again, his hand lingering on hers for a few seconds longer than a new acquaintances usually would. Their clasp eventually loosened and Becca departed, Snape rushing back to Lucius.

Lucius was now standing against the fireplace, leaning against the mantle, engrossed in a tome of a potions book and reading through the chapter covering the uses of Jobberknoll feathers.

'You can borrow whatever you like, as long as you remember to return it,' Snape said sternly.

Lucius snapped the book shut. 'Thanks, old friend. I seem to have lost my touch with potions in recent years, I'd love to get back into it. Seems a good one,' he held the thick book up a little before tucking it under his arm.

'I could teach you?' Snape offered, thinking it would be a good way to keep an eye on Lucius and find out exactly what he was up to.

'Really? I'd be eternally grateful.'

'Of course.'

'Wonderful. I'll be off with my homework, then. See you soon!' Lucius waved cheerily, disapparating with a pop and leaving the now wet towel to drop to the floor with a soft plop.

Less than a second after the pop of disapparation, there was a firm, desperate knock at the door, snapping Snape away from the thoughts of worry that were swimming around his head.

Snape's heart leapt - perhaps Becca had reconsidered and decided to stay for a drink after all. With Lucius gone, he wouldn't have to worry about him spilling mistruths about liking her... unless he did like her? Snape rolled his eyes at himself, walking with purpose back to the door. Lucius seemed ok, after all - he seemed happy.

'Rebecca?' He breathed as he opened the door without thinking to check who was on the other side.

There stood two men, dripping wet and seemingly not at all bothered about this fact. The shadows of large hoods covered the majority their pale faces, leaving only their mouths fully visible.

'Snape,' one of them sneered revealing teeth that looked a little too sharp to be entirely human. It made Snape shudder.

'Who is asking?' He said, voice cold.

'You have something we need. You can do it the easy way and hand it over now, or we can return. That option may not be as pleasant. We know what you're up to,' came a voice dripping with mennace.

Snape slammed the door shut, locking it manually before drawing his wand and reinforcing the entire entrance with every charm he knew.

'There's nothing here for you. Please leave,' He shouted through the door, watching through the glass with suspicion until they left, slowly.

Becca placed the little bottle of perfume on her dressing table, removing the lid to see what scent Snape had gifted her. It was warm; honey, rose... something that was almost like cinnamon. She inhaled deeply, her mind wandering to what Snape might smell like himself. She wished she'd got close enough to find out. Did this bottle contain his favourite smells?

Placing the lid back on the bottle, she decided an early night was in order and got into bed, intending to read and unwind for a couple of hours, but when she picked up her book from the bedside table, all the words printed on the pages looked like his name. 'Severus... Sev,' she muttered aloud to herself, adoring the sound of his name on her tongue, hoping she would one day be in a position to shorten his name like that. Perhaps he didn't like it. Or perhaps it could be her special nickname for him. Perhaps... he might even begin to call her Becca.

She closed her eyes to refocus, but an image of Snape's slender fingers flashed before her eyes. They were covered in brightly coloured powder, washed away under running water that trickled hypnotically over his skin. His delicate digits caressed the fingers of his other hand... and then it was her hand he was caressing... and then she was kissing him, lips sliding against his as she tangled her fingers in his hair. His hand slid down to her waist....

Becca's eyes popped open. She was breathless, waking from the beginnings of a dream she wished she could continue but somehow felt wrong for having. A tingle of warmth pooled between her legs as she bit her lip at the image of Snape kissing her still fresh in her mind. She pushed her hand under the duvet, slipping her fingers into her slick folds, breathing his name out loud again - but in a chant of need this time as her pleasure took over.

Snape plunged the storefront into darkness when he was sure the men had gone, muttering an enchantment under his breath to ensure his premises were secure. He wandered through to the back room, flicking his wand to extinguish the fireplace and candles that lit it, eyes glancing over the box in the corner as the light flickered out, and remembering Lucius's comment, Is that your wife back there? Are you expecting?

Snape shook the thought from his mind, continuing up the little staircase to his bedroom where he stripped and slipped into his nightshirt. It had been a long day; seven o'clock seemed like a perfectly reasonable bedtime considering the evening he'd had.

He darkened the room, not bothering to pick up his book tonight, and slid comfortably under the covers.

'Rebecca,' he muttered as he slipped into sleep, his thoughts drifting from Lucius to Becca. 'Rebecca... Becca...'

He felt a stirring at his lower stomach. Sighing and rolling onto his back, he forced his hands to his sides and tried to focus on something else - anything else, but all he could see, all he could hear, was her.

His cock twitched, and he willed his erection away, but it only grew. 'No, I can't - what would she think,' he muttered to himself, fingers flexing as he fought harder now to keep his hands still.

He thought of her soft brown hair falling over her shoulders as she laughed with him, the way her firewhiskey eyes twinkled when they first met his, the way his fingers had grazed hers as he took the basket, and her breath caught in her throat at the contact.

He sighed. 'Oh... fine.' He threw the duvet aside and pulled up the hem of his nightshirt until his aching length was free, fingers wrapping around the hot flesh and pumping instantly, although hesitantly at first. He hissed at the feeling; it had been a while since he'd given in to his body and he'd almost forgotten how good it could feel. 

His hand sped up as he chased his peak, gasps and moans filling the dark room until he shuddered and a thick rope of come shot over his nightshirt, body convulsing with the shocks of his pleasure, and he called her name; 'Becca'.

#ask #snape survived canon anon

[purplesurveys]

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As kids, were there any toys that you & your sibling(s) used to fight over? Nah. Toys we never fought over, but pissed each other off and pushed each other’s buttons nonetheless. It was always like, blaming a sibling for a torn curtain or broken plate that caused the fights.

Do you own any coloring books as an adult? What kind(s)? I still have the ones I bought from around 2017 but I haven’t touched them in a couple of years. They’re the adult coloring books and are all city-themed.

Have you ever tried Raspberry Pepsi? Did you like it? No, I don’t think I’ve ever even seen one in person.

Do you remember how old you were, the first time you used a computer? I was 3. It was 2001 and my dad used to let me play Need For Speed on his PC complete with the steering wheel and pedal simulators/controllers.

What kinds of ice-cream do you have in your freezer right now, if any? I believe we have a tub of cookies and cream. I always forget we have it, lol.

Do you have any idea when you’ll next attend a wedding? Whose will it be? No idea. That’d be either Angela and Hans’ or my cousin and Kat’s, as they’re the only two engaged couples I know of personally.

Name someone you know who has green eyes. Nobody in real life.

As a kid, did you own any items of clothing with a Disney character on them? Yeah I had a lot of Minnie Mouse stuff before. I also had this cute green Winnie the Pooh dress that I owned when I was 3.

^Do you own any such items as an adult? Nope, I’m like 99.9% positive I don’t own anything Disney-themed now, apart from my Disney+ subscription LOL.

Is there any food in your house that has orange packaging? We have a few packs of Neoguri instant noodles in Mild, and I believe they come in orange, yeah.

Do you enjoy any songs by Phil Collins? Apart from You’ll Be In My Heart, not really.

Have you ever used a walkie-talkie? I’ve tried, but the ones I do encounter are always broken so I’ve never actually used one successfully.

Tell me about the last conversation you had that sparked your interest. What did you discuss, and with whom? My sister and I talked about the films we watched separately last night – I with The Menu, and she with a Korean horror called Unlocked. I was telling her how much I enjoyed The Menu...and what she shared was how she watched Unlocked with the lights off and ended up getting both a nightmare and sleep paralysis last night lol.

Do you own anything that is crocheted? Yeahhh Kata once gave me a crocheted face mask that her mom made, but I’ve since lost it :( I’m sure it’s still somewhere in the house, just became another victim of the family’s tendency to misplace stuff.

Any idea what you were doing at 3PM last Wednesday? Work. What exactly I was doing though, I can’t really remember.

Do you watch any of the dating shows or are they not your sort of thing? Not my thing. Do you own any bath bombs? What scent(s)? No. We don’t even have a bathtub.

Have you ever had an appliance in your home break at a particularly inconvenient time? What happened? Not that I can remember.

Are there any movies you enjoy that are in black-and-white? Roman Holiday is a big big big favorite of mine.

As a child, did you ever do any baking, with your mum, grandma, or another relative? What kind of things did you bake together? I used to bake cookies with my aunt (mom’s sister-in-law).

In the last week, have you had any dreams that were strange or amusing? I always have strange dreams, yeah.

What will you most likely be doing in 3 hours’ time? Watching either Cong’s vlogs or Run BTS. Probably the former though as he’s been my favorite evening ritual these days.

[islandiis]

Porca merda!

A very real and very lethal arrow has just lodged itself securely in the exterior wall of Fannar's residence. The red heart tipped arrow, firmly embedded, has a white card tied to the golden feather fletching at the end. An individual adorned with large white wings and a tightly wrapped cloth diaper covering their ass sprinted to the arrow they launched and places a beautifully wrapped gift basket underneath it before they retreat into an unmarked vehicle and speed away. Opening the card would expose gorgeous calligraphy neatly detailing the ramblings of someone likely experiencing a break in reality.

Buona Festa degli Innamorati!

I hope my gifts find you in good spirits! Unfortunately, I could not be the one to hand deliver them to you since you live just a little bit too far for me to send in a timely manner. Therefore, I have paid some very lovely and silly people to dress as gli aiutanti di Cupido. If you see a young (naked) man wearing big angel wings and running around with an archer’s bow please do blow him a kiss as thanks!

Usually, I wouldn’t go out of my way to do something like this since Valentine’s Day is almost exclusively celebrated between couples in Italy, but I thought it might be fun to surprise you. As the country of origin for the tradition, I was ordained by St. Valentine himself in a dream to carry on his mission of love and subverting authority on February 14th. Since I have no idea (or desire to find out) if you are in a relationship or not, I have taken the liberty of assuming not and created a wonderful care package for you! Please find two bottles of Recioto della Valpolicella wine, a box of handpicked chocolates and sweets, a dozen heart-shaped biscotti and torta tre monti, a clay face mask, and two bath bombs. I may have stuffed some other little things in the basket before I wrapped it up, so whatever else you find should be considered a wonderful surprise! Unless you were the recipient who ended up with my house keys, then I will need those back.

Even though this is supposed to be a day for lovers, I believe with the utmost conviction that the most neglected form of love is self-love… in the words of someone who has inspired millions: “If you can’t love yourself, how in the HELL are you gonna love somebody else?” And in that spirit of practising self-love, I have attached various pictures of myself in the Cupid ensemble I’ve decided to wear for the day. We all have to start somewhere, and I really do think I may love how I look in this, wouldn’t you agree?

Enjoy your day and make the most of what this world has to offer. Love comes from all sides.

Affectionately,

Feliciano ♥

(P.S. if my arrows have caused any property damage and/or you were unlucky enough to have been shot by my untrained archers, please fill out the paperwork at the bottom of the basket and submit your claim to my email.)

Fannar isn't proud of the noise he just made, although given the circumstances - and everyone around them stopping and staring, too - he thinks it's fairly justified. The strange individual is speeding off before anyone really gets a chance to say anything, and then they all stand there looking at each other for a second. Finally, Fannar steps in and carefully dislodges the arrow from the wall, and reads the card.

He can feel the red creeping up from his neck, as well as everyone staring at him. "It's for me," He says, very bashfully, to everyone around. He then promptly covers his face with one hand, and - sensing his embarrassment - everyone laughs and disperses, some patting him on the shoulder as they go. Yes, that will be a story for them to share, he's sure: The embodiment of their country getting a literal arrow shot into his building, for Valentine's.

The blush hasn't dissipated from his cheeks even as he's taken everything up to his flat (after sheepishly poking at the hole left in the wall), and laid it out on his kitchen table. He has a good laugh at the letter, and then looks through the gifts. How can he ever repay something like this??

[SMS: Feliciano] I received your gift today. How can I make this up to you? It's so much! Thank you, so so much. I promise, the next time you visit, we can go for dinner or something. Thank you again!!

If his blush has started to dissipate, well, peeking at the pictures of Feliciano has him hiding his face in both hands in the hope that his cool hands might help assuage the heat of his face. Fuck.

#in character. #save. #Feli I am going INSANE #the amount I laughed at this is unbelievable and Fannar too #I'm crying #thank you happy valentine's MWAH

[lucysweatslove]

09.01.2022 // to everything, there is a season.

I know fall hasn’t technically started, but it’s a new month, and as we enter the last third of 2022, I’m allowing myself to treat this as a new season, too.

I’m still feeling a little emotionally raw from physical therapy on Tuesday. I want to leave it in the past, but the body recovers as it recovers, and so does the mind. Yesterday was a good rest day, although it had its own bumps (like I ordered a chicken power bowl from Taco Bell and it came without ANY vegetables and very little chicken), and I went in today telling myself I would just take it one step at a time.

Which I did. In retrospect, it was a fairly productive day! I:

went to the dentist for a filling

grabbed coffees for me and Husband at a local coffee shop

packed up and shipped out a care package for my sister

did 7.5 miles of light spinning on my stationary bike (while watching a teen TV show- probably my favorite ‘guilty pleasure’ genre)

did my light “try not to hurt my back” upper body workout

took a really calming bath with a bonfire bath bomb, candles, and tarot.

The workout was alright. Nothing that I felt great about. Since it wasn’t like, a nature hike or in a forest with a creek nearby, it didn’t feel restorative. Nothing heavy because back spasms, which my body appreciated but my brain is like “k, is that it?” But, I do feel marginally emotionally better and more capable, which I didn’t feel at all after Tuesday’s PT. I’m glad I did it and know my body will be thankful- I just wish I was in a different place, I guess. It didn’t help that I started to feel a little nauseous after finishing my workout, even though it was so light, and I struggled to find food my body actually wanted.

The bonfire bath bomb was pretty fire tho ngl. It wasn’t too smoky, but felt warm and crisp at the same time. Really reminded me of late summer to early fall time and bonfire nights with family or friends. Sometimes I yearn for those still.

I don’t usually share my tarot on here, but it’s been a while since I did a real spread and this one just contributed to the restorative and fall vibes of my night. I adapted a new moon type spread as today feels a bit like a transition or start of a new era itself. For those curious… L to R: what can I let fade? What idea is growing within me? What can I create going forward? The two on the bottom just kinda jumped out. I’m still thinking about the draw.

As I lay here now, I think about all the things I wish I had gotten done today- emails I need to send, essays to write, I still need to take CASPER or however it’s stylized, etc. It’s okay that my plans changed as my body and mind needed something different. Today I needed time to reconnect with myself and with others. Tomorrow I will finish getting med school stuff in order.

#personal #fitember2022 #journal #personal fitblr #healthblr? #idek anymore