#i’m not very satisfied with the recording but i’m afraid if i mess with it too much longer the meme will have passed

[levuna]

So everyone’s talking about the Goncharov main theme, but how about the music from the farewell scene?

#i tried uploading this as a reblog to the music posted by caramiaaddio last night but it wouldn’t let me :( #Goncharov #unreality #i wrote this in a bit of a daze at like two in the morning #it’s midi piano but me on the viola btw #i’m not very satisfied with the recording but i’m afraid if i mess with it too much longer the meme will have passed #music

[my-plastic-life]

Behind the Scenes: Olivier Mira Armstrong

WARNING: VERY LONG POST AHEAD!

This was definitely a journey for me! This project was completely new territory for me because A) this is a character/series I’m not familiar with, and B) I’d be attempting a FULL reroot all by myself. I’d wanted to practice, and my friend and I both decided it would be a good opportunity to do so. If I failed, I did have a rerooter friend who I knew could fix my mistakes.

But the first step was making sure the outfits could be made. Without them, this entire project would be in vain. I’d need an outfit for both dolls, though Alex will be posed wearing only his pants with his shirt and jacket suspended in the air like in this scene:

So anyway, that was the first step. I contacted my favorite seamstress, Elenpriv, and asked if this was something she could do. The doll I’d planned to use was a Made to Move petite Barbie, and the guy has slightly different measurements than a traditional Ken, but since the pants were all that really mattered, it should be okay. Anyway, Elenpriv said the outfits were totally doable!!! YES!

So the next step was finding the doll to use. I knew what body I wanted - the petite Made to Move Barbie because Olivier is pretty short compared to her brother. My friend informed me that Olivier’s typical face is a “resting bitch face” LOL. Unlike my Inuyasha dolls, this series of characters has noses and mouths that are more pronounced than just lines. That actually made finding a candidate easier.

Out of total coincidence, the doll I ended up using had the petite Made to Move body AND the perfect face! She wasn’t smiling and had short hair that could easily be removed for a reroot:

For the record, I’m not a fan of the flocked doll hair. LOL Anyway, that’s beside the point. Her face sculpt looked perfect, so I knew we had our candidate! And the outfits were a go!

So next up was choosing the proper hair color. I got my hair and the rerooting kit (I’d had some in the past but I got more just in case lol) from TheDollPlanetHair on Etsy. My friend helped me choose the color, and we went with Lemon Blonde. Or was it Lemon Drop? I got both because screens make it hard to tell colors, but in person they look almost identical LOL.

So then I got to work! I’ll spare the details of the rerooting process, except for the fact that, this being my first time doing it, it was certainly a learning curve. I’d watched several videos of people doing reroots, and no one ever plugged every single factory-made hole. So I didn’t, either. I also had to make my own holes (glad I had that extra tool to help with that!) because the flocked areas didn’t have any underneath.

Well, I got that part done, and after the boil wash, it looked way too thin. And because I was afraid the hair could come out during that boil wash, I’d already glued it inside the head. So then I had to go back and add more hair because there were totally bald spots. I did that about two more times in total before (and yes, I added glue inside each time prior to a boil wash) before I was satisfied with the thickness. I was worried it would look completely uneven, but fortunately it seemed to be okay!

Once that was done, I pulled the hair back into a ponytail so I could begin working on the face. I didn’t want to do the face first only to realize I majorly messed up the reroot lol. For the face, the only thing that needed altered was the eyes. I wanted to just paint over the original factory paint, but the eyes were too small for that. Anime eyes, you know? I also wanted to try to use watercolor pencils like I’ve seen so many customizers do. I bought some Mr. Super Clear, a protective breathing mask, and Prismatic watercolor pencils. I started with a practice doll to make sure I knew what I was doing. I sprayed her face with the MSC, then began using the pencils... and the colors just didn’t shine through. At least, not over the original factory paint. I didn’t want to remove that because I can’t draw to save my life. I need a base to trace over. But alas, it wasn’t working. I’m guessing because I didn’t use acetone to remove the original factory paint, which everyone else does prior to spraying the MSC. But no way was I going to take off the original factory paint and start from scratch. So I used my Miroku method and just extended the eyes how they needed to be. I did discover that the watercolor pencils will draw over the top of acrylic paint, so that helped. I had more control with them than a paint brush. I was also able to use a regular pencil for light drawing that I could go over later with paint.

This took some time, and of course there are two eyes, and it never failed - they would never look even lol. Something was always wacky in at least one of them, and I, being a perfectionist with a hint of OCD, was going nuts. But then I remembered that one eye is always covered. So if it’s a little off, it won’t matter too much. Hopefully. So I did the best I could, getting the shapes to match as closely as possible, adding in the two different shades of blue to the iris, then that tiny black dot in the middle and the white light dot, eyelashes, and the unique eyebrows, and I was finally satisfied enough to begin the next step.

That next step was cutting and styling the hair. Olivier has a relatively simple hairstyle. It kind of ends in a curled point, and there is one batch that’s always covering her right eye and draped across her chest. There is an even smaller strand next to her left eye ending at pretty much the same length as the batch. So I sprayed the hair and got it completely soaked, then took my curling iron to the back side to give it a little curl, then curled the batch and strand just a little bit. I think it works!

Once that was finished, it was time for the tops of the boots. I used the same Barbie boots I used for Sango and painted them black, but Olivier’s boots have tongues on the tops of them.

I had the outfits already at this point, and I’d already put Olivier’s on her so I could make sure everything fit okay. Of course, it was perfect! And the details are absolutely incredible. Elenpriv is truly the best!!! Just look at this detail!

The gold rope, the stars on the shoulder pads, the buttons - everything is there, and perfect!!! Her services are worth every penny!

Back to the boots. I’m a fan of nothing being permanent with doll stuff in case A) I change my mind later and B) a better method comes along later so I can easily modify an already existing design. So, remembering how I made Sango’s armor completely out of cardstock, bias tape, and paint, I used that trusty method once again. I sketched out a design on black cardstock, cut and glued a few layers together, then covered them with bias tape and painted the whole thing black. I left a little triangular shaped wedge at the bottom to slide in between the boot and the pant legs. Not perfect, but no way am I gluing anything to that uniform!!!

After that came the medals! I forgot to even mention them to Elenpriv, so that was on me. But I had some ideas on how I could pull them off. My first thought was to attempt to use my new Cricut I’d gotten for Christmas to do it, but I didn’t even know where to begin. And I wanted to make sure to have this project done because in a week or two I’d be dropping it off to my friend’s neighbor, who was staying at her second home in Kansas temporarily, and she would take it back to her. So I took some measurements of the area the medals would go based on this picture:

That’s also a nice picture with a straight-forward view of the medals. So I made them in a few different sizes in Photoshop, printed them out, and then held them against the doll to determine the best candidate. After choosing one, I literally measured every centimeter tick of each piece of those medals I’d printed, determining the length/height/width of each individual color, plus the coin part. I sketched the design out on bias tape, and then I used acrylic paint to bring the colors to life.

Why didn’t I just use what I’d printed? Because A) it was on cardstock, so the details weren’t nearly as sharp, and B) if I’d used photo paper, the entire thing would be way too shiny/unrealistic. So this had to be done by hand.

For the coins, I immediately thought of a hole punch. At least that way I’d get perfect circles! So I took my gold paint and covered a spare area of cardstock in it, then used two different hole punch sizes to create the medals (yes, one is bigger than the other). To add thickness, I stacked and glued two of each size together, then painted the edges gold since that part was white after cutting them out. Then I used a pencil to sketch out the cross design, then lightly went over it with black paint. I love my tiny paint brushes!!!

To attach them to the ribbons, I glued a mini strip to the back of them, then glued that to the back of the cardstock behind the ribbons. I felt that would be easier than trying to glue those tiny edges of the coins and ribbons together. I’m really proud of how these medals turned out.

To attach them to the uniform, I just used some double-sided tape. Because, again, NO glue on that uniform!!!

And with that, the doll was DONE! It was definitely quite a process, especially since I’m not familiar with this show or character, but I’m pleased with how it all turned out! My friend informed me not to share this until after the intended recipient had the dolls in her possession, and now she does. And she approves! YES!!!

#My Plastic Life #Barbie #Barbie photography #doll photography #Barbie doll photography #OOAK Barbie #OOAK doll #custom doll #custom Barbie #anime doll #OOAK anime doll #custom anime doll #FMA Brotherhood #Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood #Olivier Mira Armstrong #one sixth scale #TenderWolf

[shinydelirium]

Kiro’s Rumors and Secrets: Behind the Door (门扉之后）Season 2 Ch. 30-33 Translation [CN]

***WARNING*** THIS POST CONTAINS HEAVY SPOILERS FOR CONTENT NOT YET RELEASED ON EN SERVER!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!***

For this R&S, it’s not necessary to read the new chapter first. However, I suggest having some tissues nearby because I was a complete mess towards the end. I won’t say much but this R&S is all I could ever ask for and I’m wondering why it wasn’t released 2-3 years ago. I was literally screaming when I read the first few sentences and I’m sure Kiro stans will be very satisfied as well. I know I sound like a broken record every time new Kiro content is released but this R&S definitely deserves to be in my top 5 favorite R&S. Once again the writing is *chef’s kiss*.

Without further ado, enjoy~

At last, he pushed open the cold, heavy door and took the first step called bravery.

[Chapter 1]

Within the depths of consciousness, sharp bursts of repeated knocks could be heard.

The boy vaguely remembered the sound. In the laboratory, the thumping noises were often accompanied by the chilling sound of medical instruments. Soon after, a man in a white coat will look for another place to stick the needle into his arm which was already full of pinholes…

Thinking of this, his body shuddered uncontrollably. His eyes flew open—

Bright sunlight peeked in through the gaps between the curtains, casting a halo around the bay window. The familiar and numbing smell of disinfectant seemed to have evaporated, replaced by a faint sweet fragrance in the air.

The boy gave a few sniffs and looked around him dully until he saw a man from the corner of his eye sitting with his back facing him.

He gripped the sheets under him.

What is this place? Why…am I here?

The boy tried to recall what happened, but his mind was in a chaotic mess. He couldn’t remember anything. Only a vague and gentle voice of comfort from a little girl.

“You’re awake?”

The sudden voice startled him and the boy sat up in a panic. At the same time, the man with silver hair and strange black markings on his arm stood up from his seat and came towards him.

A face he had never seen before made his heart beat faster. Every part of his body was on high alert.

“Don’t be afraid. There’s no one here to hurt you.”

Sensing the boy’s fear, the man smiled and stopped a few steps away from the bed, “Does it hurt anywhere? Are you hungry?”

He was used to the unconcerned reprimands in the orphanage but this soft and tentative voice surprised the boy for a moment. However, this didn’t soothe him for long. The unfamiliar environment continued to wreak havoc on his nerves.

He lowered his head and frantically fumbled around with his hands, trying to find the bear that was always with him. As long as he holds it, it won’t be so painful.

Except the bear is gone.

A hollow feeling settled in his heart and he felt like he was falling. Trying to grab hold of something, he clenched and unclenched his fingers as he rubbed his thighs together, faster and faster.

The fragile skin quickly turned red and it burned.

But he still felt like he was about to suffocate.

[Chapter 2]

“What’s wrong?”

The man’s mouth opened and closed as if he wanted to say something else.

There was a buzzing in the boy’s ears. All sounds became ethereal. His eyes kept darting at every corner of the room—

But the bear was nowhere in sight. Did it get thrown away…?

He bit his lip and wanted to ask this man to return the bear to him. If he did, he’ll behave.

When he turned his head to ask, the man was standing in a corner talking on the phone in a low voice. A few words drifted over to him.

“His reaction was more severe than expected……sedatives? Is that necessary?”

Instinctively, the boy’s hand jerked and his fingernail left a long scratch on his pale thigh.

“Sedatives” are bad things because of the memories that came with them. They involved needles.

Almost immediately, he felt his arms ache and beads of cold sweat ooze from his forehead.

Is he getting another injection? Is the man angry because he “misbehaved” just now?

That’s right, as long as he behaves, he won’t be beaten or scolded nor will he be held down for an injection. The boy kept telling himself to be good.

So, he pressed his trembling legs tightly together along with those little hands on top, trying his best to appear well-behaved.

He doesn’t want any more injections. They hurt too much.

From the corner of his eye, the man put away his phone. His body jolted on reflex. But the man didn’t approach him. As if remembering something, he walked to the window and reached out his hand to open the half-closed curtain.

Sunlight flooded into the room making the boy squint his eyes.

“Little guy, is this what you were looking for?”

On the windowsill, a little bear sat quietly under the sunshine. The boy recognized his bear instantly. His tearful eyes widened.

“Sorry, I had it bask in the sun without asking your permission.”

The man casually shrugged and then went back to the computer. For a while, there was only the sound of tapping from the computer in the room.

The boy glanced at the man with his back to him. He quickly ran to the window, grabbed the bear, and went back to the bed.

The little bear was warm from the sun and even his body became warm.

Maybe it was because he found the bear or perhaps he realized that this man meant him no harm, the boy slightly raised his head again, staring at this strange man.

Who is he? Did he bring him here?

Sensing his gaze, the man turned around. He shook violently and hugged the bear closer to him.

“I’m called KEY.” The man gave him a heart-warming smile.

“It’s very safe here. No one will hurt you.”

As though he didn’t hear him, the boy looked down at the bear in his arms, leaned in close to its ear and whispered quietly in his heart—

Sorry, I almost lost you.

[Chapter 3]

Time passed slowly for half a month.

The boy’s attitude towards the man, who he was fearful of at first, gradually turned into confusion.

Because back at the orphanage, when everyone found out that he was “mute”, no one wanted to talk to him anymore. But this man called KEY didn’t seem to care and even found all kinds of delicious food for him every day. Like today, for example—

After looking at all the food on the table, the boy silently reached out his hand towards the chocolate-covered cake.

“There’s nothing you can’t eat so feel free to have whatever you want. After all, a well-fed kid is a happy one.”

The boy didn’t speak. He silently glanced at the paper cup KEY was holding—he drinks it every day so surely it must taste good?

He thought KEY wouldn’t notice his small movements, but in the next second, the paper cup was placed in front of him.

“Wanna try?”

The boy took a cautious sip. The bitter taste instantly hit his tongue. It reminded him of the dark and bitter medicine he had been forced to drink many times in the past. He hurriedly put the cup back down with a frown on his face.

“That’s a rare sight to see.” KEY smiled and put a hamburger into his hands, “Go on and eat it, it’s delicious.”

An irresistible aroma wafted from the burger. The boy’s gaze shifted to another place as he took a bite of the burger in his hand. In the next moment, his cheeks were quickly stuffed.

“You like it? Eat as much as you want.”

The boy contemplated, reaching out for the cake, salad….anything he could get his hands on.

“Save me a plate…” KEY shook his head with a laugh and took another sip of coffee.

Such peaceful times, day after day.

The boy felt the fear gripping his heart slowly begin to fade but in addition to this, KEY wanted to give him more—

“Little guy, you’re always staying in your room and holding your bear every day. Aren’t you bored?”

“This is your home. You can go wherever you want to.”

The boy didn’t know what “home” meant but he was a little curious about exploring outside the room.

So the following day, he quietly opened the door but bumped into KEY as he was walking in. Seeing KEY’s surprised look, he froze as if he had done something bad. But the scolding he was expecting never came. KEY only smiled at him and turned sideways to let him pass.

At this moment, the boy suddenly realized—KEY never wanted to lock him up.

It turned out that this big place is called “home”.

Since then, the boy’s range of activities extended to the rest of the house.

He would run to the study room and look at the various cartoon models of KEY’s collection on the bookshelf. He would also sit on the bay window and look out at the rows of residential buildings and flower beds down below.

Now and then, birds flapped their wings as they flew off towards the horizon…slowly, a small seed began to take root inside the boy’s heart.

Until finally, one morning when KEY was out, he decided to take a little peek of what it was like behind the door.

He took a deep breath and walked to the door, slowly reaching for the lock…

With a click, the door opened easily.

Before he even realized it, one foot was already over the threshold. The boy looked up and saw the long staircase ahead.

If he kept walking along here, will he be able to truly see the world beyond?

The boy just stood there silently for a long time until a long whistle came from across the street. Without knowing, his body trembled. He withdrew his foot, closed the door, and quickly ran back to his room.

That night, the boy had many dreams—

A little girl whose face he couldn’t make out stood in a sea of flowers, smiling at him. But the moment he ran towards her, the flowers and the girl suddenly disappeared, and he found himself lying on that all-too familiar and ice-cold operating table. He also heard mournful cries of despair…it sounded like voices of other companions.

He was back again…

The boy shut his eyes in fear but KEY’S figure appeared again and again in the darkness. A strong emotion he couldn’t understand rose up. Almost at the same time, the boy opened his eyes, struggling to get off the operating table, and ran out.

He wants to go back. Back to that warm place.

Before, the boy thought the world was so cold and bleak, except for the little bear. The warmth he had had was short-lived.

But it’s different now. He has a place called home. He loves it more than sweets and cakes.

So he kept running faster and faster until he finally found a glimmer of light at the end. Without thinking any further, he took a step and rushed in…

When he opened his eyes again, a milky white ceiling came into view along with something fluffy in his arms. It seemed to be telling him that what happened just now was only a dream.

But the lingering terror from the nightmare made him unable to close his eyes. Maybe he should check to make sure.

Hugging the bear tightly, he quietly pushed open the door to KEY’s room.

Looking at KEY sleeping, the boy reached out his little hand and lightly touched his cheek. It was so soft and so warm.

It really was only a dream just now. This is real.

But for some reason, the boy’s heart became astringent and warm, like a bird flying in the wind and rain until it finally found a warm nest where it could sleep peacefully.

“Did you have a bad dream?”

A soft voice came to him and the boy noticed that KEY had woken up. Under the moonlight, he saw a pair of gentle eyes looking back at him which made him nod his head vigorously.

KEY couldn’t help but smile. He patted the space next to him, “Come here. I’ll tell you a story. Then, you won’t be so scared.”

The boy stood there, hesitating.

But KEY didn’t force him.

He knew that it would take a lot of courage for the child to trust others again. Therefore, he will wait patiently.

At last, clutching the bear in his arms the boy carefully laid down beside KEY. He huddled into a tiny ball under the quilt, only his moist blue eyes were peeking out underneath.

KEY felt the softest part of his heart being touched. After tucking the boy into the quilt, he laid back down.

“Let me tell you the story of Papa Bear and Little Bear…”

KEY spoke earnestly and the boy listened with rapt attention. After a while, the boy felt drowsy. He closed his eyes and moved closer to him as though he was seeking warmth.

The corner of KEY’s mouth lifted up. In the next second, he seemed to hear a soft and somewhat hoarse murmur. He couldn’t help holding his breath—

For the first time, the boy said his name.

[Chapter 4]

Today, the weather was fine which was rare. When the boy woke up, the sun was almost in the middle of the sky. The door to the living room rang and he heard KEY calling to him.

“Get up, little guy. I brought your favorite cake and hamburger.”

The boy stepped over the bear cotton mop that KEY bought for him, opened the door and stuck his head out. His eyes lit up when he saw the colorful paper bag in his hand. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

For more than a month, no one else has ever come to the house. The boy couldn’t help but grab onto KEY’s clothes.

The easy-going smile on the man’s lips disappeared and his eyes showed a rare coldness as he stared at the door.

Seeing him show this expression for the first time, the boy shivered. Sensing his fear, KEY lowered his head. The coldness he had just now was replaced with a smile as he placed the paper bag into the boy’s hands and patted his head.

“Don’t be afraid. It’s just a guest. You go eat in your room and don’t come out.”

The boy could tell that the “guest” outside was unkind so he nodded obediently and hurried back to his room. As soon as the door closed, he immediately set down the bag and tiptoed closer to the door, putting his ear next to it. After a while, he could hear KEY and another person talking—

“You should know how dangerous that test subject’s powers are.”

Test subject? …..Powers?

The words filled his heart with fear once more. The boy stretched out his shaking hand and carefully cracked open the door. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw KEY and an unfamiliar man standing face-to-face in the study room. Although he couldn’t see the other person’s face, the stranger appeared to be the same ones from the orphanage, exuding a subtle cold malice.

“….3684 is vital to our research. You must hand him over this instant!”

Those familiar numbers consumed his heart like a big ice cube. A chill instantly spread throughout his body.

It turns out that KEY, like those people, had to lock him up as well.

But he did it in a gentle way.

[Chapter 5]

Scattered rays of sunlight fell over the boy's body but he felt himself being engulfed in a cold black mist.

How could KEY be a bad person…

The boy bit his lip hard and wandered around the room in a daze. The familiar scenery here seemed to have turned into a monster with a mouth full of grinning sharp teeth, ready to devour him.

He felt as if he had gone back to that tiny dark room. Whether he was hiding under the quilt or under the table, that fear of falling into an ice cellar was always surrounding him.

Until he saw the little cabinet in the corner.

The cabinet was small and he didn’t know if he could squeeze inside but he just wanted to escape from here. So he took the bear and got in.

For a moment, it seemed like there was just him and the bear in his arms in the world. In the oxygen-deficient darkness, the boy felt a sense of security slowly returning to his body. This dark and narrow space was his only haven.

He closed his eyes and didn’t think about anything else.

He didn’t know how much time had passed until the sound of footsteps slowly came into the room. The boy recognized them as KEY’s footsteps when he walked.

Burying his head between his knees, the boy suppressed the whimper in his throat but he couldn’t stop the tears welling up in his eyes. A heavy, cold stone weighed down on his mind about to crush his already fragile heart.

Soon afterwards, the footsteps faded away and he raised his head in a daze, listening carefully to their movements—

KEY walking around the living room. A door opening and closing. Finally, he heard the tapping of a keyboard. It was the most comforting sound he heard in days.

Before long, the footsteps gradually came closer again, stopping right outside the cabinet door. The boy held his breath. His rumbling heart stirred up unknown complex emotions.

He wanted KEY to open the door but at the same time, he hoped he wouldn’t…

After a long time, a muffled but familiar voice came through the cabinet door.

“Little guy, were you…listening?”

The boy didn’t answer. A light sigh came from outside the door.

“Remember what I said, no one’s going to hurt you. I won't hurt you either.”

“You have a very strong power inside you. This power can release you from your shackles and you can be free.”

Hearing this, the boy’s eyelashes quivered slightly as he opened his eyes.

…Can he really be free?

As if answering his thoughts, KEY’s voice came from outside the door again.

“But it’s going to be a long, hard journey. You must be patient and endure all the hardships along the way.”

“I can teach you many things and help you become strong. As long as you’re willing to take the first step, you can leave everything else to me.”

“Because you’re not alone anymore.”

With such a kind voice, the boy couldn’t help but be reminded of that night when he was haunted by nightmares. That night was the most peaceful sleep he ever had.

Even the hot sun can’t compare to that little warmth inside the quilt.

Thinking of this, the boy helplessly looked down at the little bear in his arms.

Do you want to go outside? The little bear didn’t respond but the boy lifted his lips a little as if he knew the answer.

The next second, he raised his hand.

Slowly, a beam of light broke through the darkness. The boy saw KEY kneeling in front of the cabinet, smiling at him.

The boy tried to get out but it was too small. He struggled for a while and ended up falling back into the narrow darkness.

At the same time, a large hand reached out and gently held the boy’s wrist, pulling him out from the small, cramped world—

Then, a sudden warmth embraced him.

In his memory, the only “hug” he had was with a friend whose name he didn’t know back at the orphanage.

Without knowing why, warm tears spilled out from his eyes and the boy quickly wiped them away with the back of his hand.

Because good, well-behaved children can’t cry.

But KEY just rubbed the boy’s back and said in a steady, soft voice, “Go on and cry. Don’t worry about being loud.”

“This is your home. You can cry or laugh as much as you want. You are free.”

As if touching the most vulnerable place in the boy’s heart, at this very moment, he could no longer hold it in anymore.

His little hands tightly clutched KEY’s back, crying loudly, as if letting go all the pain he suffered in the past.

KEY didn’t say anything, only patting his back tenderly, over and over again.

Until the boy had no more tears left to cry, he slowly lifted his head and saw how embarrassing he looked in KEY’s eyes. He gave a shy laugh.

“Silly boy, laughing while crying.”

KEY couldn’t help laughing either as he lightly tapped the tip of the boy’s nose and hugged him even tighter.

After a while, he heard KEY softly say to him—

“From now on, you are just you.”

“The number 3684 doesn’t sound good at all. Let’s give you a name.”

“An irreplaceable name that belongs only to you.” ***And that’s how Kiro’s identity came to be***

-End-

#spoilers #mlqc #mlqc spoilers #mlqc season 2 #kiro #mlqc kiro #rumors and secrets #kiro rumors and secrets

[thefanficmonster]

Corpse’s Girl

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Bullying, Swearing, Derogatory Terms

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: Y/N’s life as a regular college student is forever stripped away from her when her relationship with the famous YouTuber Corpse Husband is accidentally revealed during an online class of hers. How will she cope with the sudden spotlight and the unwanted attention, some of which crosses into bullying?

Requested by my amazing Tumblr friend @itsminniekat 🥰 She’s been reading and liking my works since day one and I honestly couldn’t be more grateful. If you’re reading this, all I can say is thank you, darling. Thank you so much for sticking by my blog even when I posted some crappy fics. I’ll make sure this ain’t one of them. Love you with all my heart. ❤❤❤

P.S. - I named the mean character with my name so I hope no one who reads this has the same name. Wouldn’t want any of you feeling like the villain 😘

Who knew online class would be even more boring than being physically present for a lecture? Seriously, I find myself doing the weirdest of crap to entertain myself - like trying to balance a pen on the tip of my nose for example. I jot down some notes every now and then but that’s basically it. My mind can not fathom the concept on concentrating on whatever my professors are going on and on about. Well, full disclosure, I couldn’t concentrate even if I wanted to, especially with my boyfriend streaming in the other room.

He’s currently playing Among Us with his usual gaming squad. Listening to his input during the discussions, I can always tell when he’s lying. I honestly find it hilarious that his friends can’t pick up when he’s bullshitting them. I sometimes wonder if he has brainwashed them. And that’s one of the main reasons we don’t play Among Us together - he can’t lie to me. Not only do I pick up on his con with ease, but he always says he feels bad when he lies to me which is just the sweetest thing. Also, I refuse to play cause I’m shy. His friends are all well-known content creators and I’m a literal nobody. Every now and then I find myself wondering why Corpse is even with me. He’s always quick to push those thoughts out of my head and make sure they don’t return on a long notice, but they do interrupt my peace from time to time.

“Y/N, do you know?“ The sound of my professor saying my name takes me out of my eavesdropping of Corpse’s stream.

I panic, but quickly improvise, “Sorry, my internet is slow, you cut out for a second. What was the question?” I feel my face heating up, making me glad we are allowed to keep our cameras off.

“Question number 15 on page 82 in your textbook. Do you know the answer to it?“ My professor repeats himself, his tone annoyed.

I look down at the page that’s already opened in front of me. I let out a sigh of relief, seeing that the question is rather easy.

“Yeah, um, it’s...“ Suddenly, Corpse’s laugh reaches my room loud and clear. There’s no doubt my mic picked up the noise, especially since the door to my room is open.

The color drains from my face as I hurry to say the answer and remute myself. My eyes are wide as I stare at my screen, hoping no one will acknowledge that very recognizable laugh.

“OMG Y/N, are you watching a Corpse Husband stream in class?” One of the bitches in my class, Vy, speaks up, “Not a very goody-two-shoe move on your part, dear.” 

I purposely unmute my mic to mumble a quick ‘Shut up, bitch’ that somehow manages to fly under my professor’s radar and the class continues. It’s the first time something like this has happened and I’m not sure if I handled it properly or not.

The class ends shortly after, allowing me a sigh of relief as I disconnect from the meeting. 

“Fucking finally.“ I mumble to myself, leaning back in my desk chair. Tilting my head backwards, I see Corpse standing in the doorframe. I grin, not only because his presence itself makes me ten times happier, but also because he’s upside down from my viewpoint. “Well, hello there! How long have you been spying on me?“

He struts over to me, leaning his face over mine, “Long enough.” His lips linger above mine without any actual contact before he pulls away, allowing me to sit up straight and proper in the chair. “You still have classes?”

I nod my head while disappointedly rolling my eyes, “Yeah. One more. Shouldn’t be too bad since it’s English Lit. You’re done streaming?”

“Yeah, I just have some other things to do. I haven’t done a narration video in a while, I miss making that type of content.“ He plops down on my bed, running a hand through his messy black curls.

“Weren’t you recording some lines a few days ago?“ I frown as I try to recall if what I’m referring to actually happened or my brain is too fried to decipher reality from my bootleg perception of it. Online class, man - messes with your head like sleeping pills - makes you disoriented and exhausted with barely doing anything other than trying to wrap your brain around a lecture or two.

He hums affirmatively, “It’s not a finished project and I don’t even know if I’ll use those or rerecord them. I’ll have to listen to them again before I make a final decision.“

I tilt his chin upwards with my pointer finger, a gesture he has told me he finds very endearing, “I’m sure they’re great and you just refuse to be satisfied. Everything you do is great.“

He smiles a small, shy smile, his fingers gently wrapping around my wrist, holding my hand in place, “You’re biased. You like me too much to tell me when I do some bullshit.”

I scoff, “You know that isn’t true. If someone’s gonna kick your butt in formation, it’s gonna be me.“ I give him a quick kiss on the forehead before pulling away from him, “Go on, now. I have a class to attend. You distract me enough while you’re in the other room, I can only imagine how hard it’d be for me to focus if you were right by my side.“

He smirks, bowing a little as he makes his way out of the room, “You flatter me.”

I playfully roll my eyes, getting my headset back on as I tap the last class for the day. We have an assignment due to the start of the class which we’ll have to present if the professor approved of it. We basically had to write a psychoanalysis of a character from any book of our choice. I chose Heathcliff from ‘Wuthering Heights’ which is one of my favorite books of all time. I’m proud of what I wrote and the way I wrote it, but I’ve always barely scraped by with a B in this class, a B+ if I’m lucky, so I’ve never gotten any major credit, even when I put my 110% in the assignments and projects.

Well, color me surprised when the professor calls on me first to read my work, complimenting it on its detailed and specific nature. I get my printed assignment out in front of me and unmute myself.

“I wrote a psychoanalysis on for Heathcliff, a character from Emily Bronte’s novel ‘Wuthering Heights’.“ Just after I say this line, Corpse’s voice booms throughout the whole apartment, no doubt being picked up by my mic. It doesn’t sound like he’s actually talking, he can’t be that loud. I put two and two together when I recognize the lines he’s saying - the ones he recorded a few days ago. They’re coming from his computer speakers. He probably didn’t check the volume before playing back the recording.

I mute myself as quickly as possible, but it’s too late. The voice dies down as Corpse probably turned down the speakers.

My professor, who is already done with this lecture, just annoyedly remarks, her words overdosed with sarcasm: “Read your assignment and you can go back to whatever it is you are watching.”

“Wow, Y/N! Again?! Are you one of those crazy obsessed fans or something? Is Corpse Husband all you watch?“ This bitch is really poking a stick at me, huh? The only crazy obsessed fan here is her, and my friends but they are allowed. Little do all of them know, I am obsessed but not simply over a YouTuber. I’m obsessed with my boyfriend who just happens to be a YouTuber.

“No commentary, please.“ The professor scolds her, “Go on, Y/N.“

I finish reading without any other disturbances. The professor compliments my essay again when I’m done, the small incident at the beginning forgotten already. Well, not by everyone. One of my friends shot me a quick text to joke about it which only earned an eye roll from me.

My friends don’t know that I’m dating Corpse either. As I said, they are simping HARD over him while I act the most indifferent on the subject. Whenever they ask my opinion on him I either say ‘he’s OK’ or just avoid answering completely. I know saying anything more enthusiastic than that would turn into a snowball rolling down a snowy hill - I’d just keep babbling about how nice, amazing, wonderful and a gift to this world Corpse is, inevitably revealing our relationship in the process.

I’m afraid of revealing my relationship with Corpse in front of these people. They are all run on jealousy and selfishness and I can only imagine how mean they’d be about it. I’m already not too fond of them, it would only be worse if any of my personal life was exposed.

When the class finally ends I remove my headset, putting my forehead down on the desk, barely missing the keyboard. I groan in frustration and anger at myself for not fighting back. I could’ve and should’ve said something - ANYTHING. But what? That’s a question I can’t find the answer to.

“Hey...“ Corpse’s hesitant voice comes from behind me, “You ok?“

I straighten my posture, turning to him with a smile. “Yeah, but these people suck.”

I get up from my chair as he approaches me, basically falling in his arms. The comfort I feel radiating off of him makes me relax, forget the past hour or so. He has always had this effect on me. Like my own personal kryptonite to my anger and anxiety.

“Did I get you in any trouble because of that?“ His voice shows clear concern and guilt. 

I wrap my arms around him tighter, burying my head in his chest. “No, don’t worry about it.“ 

And I really wasn’t in trouble. Not until now that the video is officially posted....

I can call these people dumb all I want but they sure put two and two together awfully fast. They recognized the lines they heard during class as the same ones from his new video that came out almost a week after the incident, aka two days ago. It’s safe to say I haven’t touched my phone or computer since.

“This is all my fault.“

Of all the horrible things I suspected would happen this has to be the worst - Corpse is blaming himself for it. I am prepared to take all the shit these people have to throw at me but seeing Corpse beating himself up over this is killing me. No amount of convincing can change his mind. Nothing I say helps.

“Please, stop doing this to yourself. Non of this is your fault, Corpse.“ I’ve repeated this sentence more than a thousand time these past forty eight hours, each time saying it more and more desperately.

“All of it is my fault, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I hate myself so much.“ Has been his reply single time.

 I can’t watch him be so mean to himself. It’s the most conflicting thing when the person you love most is torturing themselves. It’s easy if it’s someone else doing it, you just kick their ass. But what are you supposed to do when the person you want to protect is the same one you need to protect them from.

Corpse has shut himself away in his recording room these past few hours and though he clearly needs to be alone, he still left the door open just a crack cause he knows I’ll be worried sick otherwise.

While I’m alone in the living room, I’ve finally managed to brace myself and build enough courage to power up my laptop. Last time it was on it was going mad with notifications.

“It’s digital. Only digital. It can’t hurt you too badly if it can’t touch you, right?“ I mumble to myself, already frustrated despite not having yet seen all the horrors that await me.

And horrors there were. Everywhere. Twitter. Instagram. Facebook.

My grades. Some pictures of me no one has ever seen. My school files. People from my class tweeting Corpse to ‘expose’ me for the ‘slut’ or ‘bitch’ I really am. Corpse hasn’t touched social media either and I plan on making sure it stays that way. God only knows how much worse he’ll get if he sees these claims.

And then, like a notification sent straight from hell, an email from my professor.

Practical lectures on Friday. Be here at 9 AM. Don’t forget your mask and gloves.

Good thing I opened my laptop when I did. Friday is tomorrow and I need to prepare for this day. Not only do I need to hit the books but I need to toughen up a bit. I can’t go there looking like I feel - like a mess.

Alright, time to put the brave face on. No more wallowing in it, at least not until tomorrow afternoon.

I make a study plan and hop in the shower. I feel the need to apologize to my hair for washing it so roughly, basically yanking at my strands from frustration that has been suppressed for too long.

I get our of the boiling hot shower, red as a lobster, and change into some clean comfortable clothes and put my ass in study mode. I remove all the scary expectations of the morning to come from my mind and let the information the textbooks has to offer seep into my brain.

                                                            *  *  *

I’m about to head out and, despite my put-together composure, I am a wreck inside. I actually put effort into my appearance, I mean - I even styled my hair. A pretty façade to hide a ruin.

I saw my friends’ texts last night, all three of them ending their friendship with me because they felt betrayed. I haven’t yet decided how to feel about that. Doesn’t matter at the moment, there are more important matters at hand, aka surviving the next three hours.

My college is within ten minutes walking distance from our apartment. That ten minute walk has never been so stressful, not even during exam season. The air feels a little harder to breathe, the path a little shorter to walk. And my moment of reckoning a little too close.

I feel eyes on me the second I start walking through the park of our campus. Sure, I could just be paranoid, but the feeling is too real to be just my imagination in overdrive. I’m glad I have my hair down and a mask on so the redness of my cheeks and neck isn’t on display. That’s a sign of weakness right now.

We have two an hour and a half long classes between which we have a snack break that’s half an hour. I usually enjoy that period but I’m dreading it now. These assholes can only be so mean in the presence of a professor, but during lunch break they can increase that tenfold. 

“Well if it isn’t Corpse’s girl.“ I hear that a lot. The whispers are not so much whispers as intentionally loud enough for me to hear remarks. I’m not bothered by them, it’s the least they can do. If I let such a simple thing get to me, I’d be crumbling by the end of first period.

I hear some shuffling behind me and out of the corner of my eye I see, yeah you guessed it, THAT bitch. She’s standing as close to me as she can without violating Covid regulations. A mask is covering her face but the menacing look in her eyes tells me all I need to know about the interaction that’s about to go down.

“I’d ask how much he pays you for the hour.....“ her long nails tap the wooden desk, “but that’d be rude. I bet it’s tough being a maid. Do you just clean or are you a multipurpose lap dog? No offense, I’m genuinely curious.“

“Vy, would you be so kind as to give Y/N some room to breathe?“ The professor asks as he nonchalantly walks in.

Vy rolls her eyes, batting her eyelashes at me, “Talk to you later, sweetheart.” With a fake friendly wave she’s out of my hair, at least for now.

Remember what I said about these people not being as dumb as I pegged them to be? Yeah, scratch that. These fuckers actually tried getting away with taking pictures of me with flash in broad daylight. Like, HELLO! I have two functioning eyes and a brain, I’m onto you. Sadly, me having figured out their childish but hurtful methods of humiliating me doesn’t change much. They still posted the pics they took, using the most derogatory terms they could find in the English language, always making sure to tag Corpse and me both.

Needless to say, these were the longest three hours of my life.

                                                              *  *  *

Shutting the door to our apartment behind me causes relief of the highest levels. I feel like I’ve locked out all the bad shit I have had to deal with these past twenty four hours. 

I’m tired. I’m fucking exhausted. I feel like a discarded piece of paper. 

And it all starts crumbling. A wall is bound to start slowly falling apart after being hit over and over again, each time feeling the blows with a stronger intensity. 

I slide down the door sitting down on the floor and slowly taking my shoes off. I put my bag beside me and wrap my arms around my knees, hiding my head in the space between them and my chest.

One tear slides down my cheek.

Another follows.

And another, this time accompanied by a choked sob.

A pair of arms wraps around the ball that my body has been shaped into. One of his hands comes up to stroke my hair gently, feeding me the comfort I have been longing for since I left the apartment this morning.

“I saw it. All of it. All the shit they talk about you. All the names they call you. And I’ve never wanted to beat so many people up simultaneously.“ His words make me raise my head from its low position, giving him a knowing look. “I wish I could. I would, but that would land me in jail. Which doesn’t even sound so bad cause I don’t like going out. Only problem is you wouldn’t be with me. I wouldn’t want you to be there with me, don’t get me wrong, I’d never want you to end up in jail. I-...” I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. A quick kiss that says so much but mainly shows the immeasurable gratitude for his support.

Seeing those awful tweets and comments had the complete opposite effect on him. He no longer blames himself but the people who actually deserve the blame - all those jerks from my college.

I pull away, giving him a small smile. “I would never let you go to jail.” 

He smiles back at me, overjoyed that my mood is slowly being lifted, “Come on, I have a nice crowd that would like to meet you.”

I know exactly what he means. Felix, Sean, Rae, Dave, Sykkuno and the rest of his friends. The people I’ve been so shy and afraid to meet since day one. Being shy doesn’t really make sense now, seeing as how they know I exist and that I’m a part of Corpse’s life. 

What do I have to lose?

“Guys, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.“ Corpse’s black avatar runs around my cyan one in the Among Us lobby.

I can’t help but giggle when I unmute my mic, “Hi everyone! It’s so nice to finally meet you.“ They each introduce themselves, expressing how happy they are to be meeting me too.

It’s the first time in what feels like a while that I’m truly having fun. These people are wonderful, each so unique and lovely. They never brought up the scandal nor acted as though they knew about it. I know they did and I am beyond grateful that they never mentioned it or treated me any differently because of it. Also, Corpse was streaming the whole time. I had my phone on his stream, my eyes nervously scanning the chat every now and then. I couldn’t believe it. Corpse’s real fans were just as wonderful as his friends - they were nothing but supportive and happy to have met me.

Now, I can either choose to believe these people were being so nice to me out of sympathy or I can believe they really like me and appreciate me for who I am and not for what happened to me. 

I choose to believe the latter.

And while I’m still getting accustomed to this whole new spotlight, I know I’ll be able to handle it as long as I’m holding Corpse’s hand in the process. All I need is to have him beside me and I’m prepared to tackle anything.

“They love you.“ Corpse tells me once the stream is done and we’ve hopped out of the Discord call, “But I love you more.“

His arms wrap around my waist while mine instinctively find their way around his neck, “I love them, too. But they’re at the number 2 spot.”

He smirks at me, “I wonder who’s at number 1.”

I push up on my toes, putting my lips an inch away from his, “Hmm, I wonder...”

He doesn’t let me finish, silencing my teasing with a sweet, loving kiss.

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[jasontoddsbae]

Jason Todd smut alphabet!

(I edited it to make it a lil longer)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

I think Jason is most likely to run you a bath and change the sheets. He's also the type to cook you something if you are hungry. If you're both still horny and have energy after your round(s) then he'd give a few more rounds in the shower but he's mostly likely going to cover your body in kisses, rub areas he think he grabbed too hard and whisper sweet words in your ear telling you how good you are to him and telling you how much he loves you

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Jason like his arms, abs and thighs. He knows he's ripped in those places and they always leave you weak. On you I think he's an ass guy and he loves your neck. He loves spanking you in doggy style and loves to leave hickeys..he also loves your stomach. He loves to cum on it, kiss it and rest his head on it (he'd secretly love to see your tummy with a baby bump)

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Jason will eat you eat until you squirt. He loves when you squirt all over his mouth. He also loves when you suck him off..cumming in your mouth is one of his favourites. He likes to cum on your breasts 👀

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You and Jason have many sex tapes that you've recorded on his phone. Some as red hood and some as Jason Todd. He loves to watch them when he's horny and alone

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Jason is very experienced. He's had a fair share of partners when it comes to sex, he knows how to please woman with just the tip of his finger. When he was on a killing spree during his bad days as red hood he would use sex a stress relief and to help balance out his emotions/anger, he needed it often. Most were one night stands and some were few time flings

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

I feel like Jasons favourite position is spooning sex? Feeling you close to him drives him crazy but with your leg hooked over his hip and easy access to your clit while pounding in to you turns him on so much.

Also I feel like he REALLY loves doggy style. Your head buried in the mattress, your back arched and your ass up high for him while he fucks you balls deep 🌸( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Jason is serious in bed. He wants every experience with him to blow your mind. He's also cock too tho. He knows he makes you feel god and won't be afraid to say that to you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Jason is always trimmed. Never bald but never too hairy. He's a hygienic guy and the fact that you shave/wax for him makes him feel like he has to put in some effort too.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Jason can be a romantic when he wants to be..like if you've had a crap day at work or if you're feeling a bit upset he will treat you like a queen but most of the time he will fuck you non stop until you are a screaming and shaking mess

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Jason jacks off on patrol or when he's alone on a mission when he's horny and missing you (definitely expect some pics because he will send them). He will also jack off if he's stressed when you're not around.q

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Jason has a breeding kink. Fucking his cum inside of you makes him go wild but he always makes sure that you have taken birth control after.

Jason also has a kink for being caught. He loves watching their faces when they catch him fucking you..he doesn't stop his movements if they walk in.

Hair pulling. Jason absolutely LOVES to grip your hair while destroying your pussy. It makes him feel more dominant.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Although Jason prefers it to be in the comfort of his own home (couch, shower, kitchen, bedroom ect) he also loves to fuck you in public places (cinema, bar bathrooms, in a car)

He also loves fucking you in the Manor. He loves when people are able to hear you both having sex. Its a dirty kink he has.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You. When you walk around in panties and one of his big shirts. When you sit on his lap only to cuddle tho. Watching you clean. He loves when you get pissed off too.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Jason would never hurt you (during sex or anytime) he grew up with an abusive dad and saw his mother get beaten up too many times. He wouldn't dare hurt you in any way.

Big no to knife play too

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Jason absolutely loves eating you out. He loves it. He loves when you grip on his hair and loves when you grind against his face..he also loves when you lock your legs around his head. He is very skilled at eating pussy..his mouth alone can make you squirt but his fingers too? God damn he will make you cum over and over.

Jason also loves when you give him head. He loves gathering your hair and gripping it to take control of your head and movements. He loves when you take him all the way him. He WILL fuck your throat.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough most of the time. He loves hearing you scream (also secretly loves that most of your neighbours know his name).

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Jason loves quickies. He does prefer full rounds of sex but will give you quickies before patrol, before watching your favourite Netflix series, 5 minutes before someone visits your apartment. The adrenaline makes the sex better.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Jason is open to new ideas but not anything too kinky (such as him being handcuffed for too long).

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Jason has stamina. He can go up to 5 rounds if you push him but 3/4 at the very most. He wants to make sure that you are satisfied and wants to make sure that you won't be able to walk the next day

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You own a bullet vibrator (you like to tease jasons asshole even sometimes slip it in), a moulded dildo of Jason's penis (for when he's away on missions) and a regular vibrator.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Jason enjoys teasing you and doesn't mind you teasing him but if you don't give him what he wants when he wants it..you'll be left with a very sore pussy

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Jason is a moaner and a dirty talker. His moans are heavenly and will not hide the fact that he's enjoying himself if there are friends ect at your apartment. He will try and keep it down if his little brothers end up staying the night in your guest room.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Jason has an onlyfans. He doesn't show his face and blurs yours out too to protect your identities

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Jason penis is 7 and a half inches, it is thick (but not too huge) and vainy. It has a slight curve to it and it is also circumcised.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Jason has a pretty high sex drive but can and will control it if needed. He gets cranky if he doesn't have sex at least once a week (stress and all)

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Jason has never been much of a sleeper but sleeps better with you around. After a few rounds he's knock out straight away but always has to cuddle with you

#jason todd #red hood #jason todd x reader #jason todd headcanon #jason todd smut #red hood smut #i hope this is alright!

[hoodharlow]

Rollin with the Flow

AN: this is dedicated to my bby @kindahoping4forever ilysm and I hope you feel better 😌😌😌 pic credits to Bella Hadid and my main tater thot

Requested: nope :)

Warnings: smut this is Ashton and Marina lolll

Word Count: 1.9k words

Ashton walked in the house eating his breakfast sandwich and stopped his chewing. It was surprisingly cool. A few days ago, the AC had stopped working and being the forgetful man he was, he put it off. That was until his three year old gremlin, Max, bit him in frustration because he couldn’t take the heat. So he and Marina sent him off to Michael’s so he can play with Ethan and have some air conditioning. 

Marina's cackle filled their house. He waited a few seconds to figure out where her laugh was coming from. After hearing her laugh one more time, he pinpointed her to the backyard. He kept walking until he found her nodding along to whatever the unknown man said. 

He felt his jaw clench, seeing her only dressed in a blue and green bikini, oblivious to the man's oggleling. Unconsciously, he unbuttoned his white button up shirt and draped it over Marina’s shoulders. Ashton kissed her shoulder. He nodded his head to the man and asked, “Who’s this?”

“This is Scott. He came to fix the AC since someone almost made it explode.” Marina teased him, oblivious to Ashton’s actions. She slipped her hands in the sleeves and hugged the shirt.

“Is he almost done?” Ashton asked her. 

“Just about.” Scott the repairman said, crouched behind the giant box. 

 “I’m gonna go inside.” Marina mumbled. She squeezed one of Ashton’s hands and went inside. 

About five minutes later, Ashton curtly thanked the repairman and slammed the front door shut. 

“How’s our gremlin?” Marina asked him while stacked some vinyls. 

“Our gremlin is now Michael's problem.” Ashton said, tiptoeing his way to the green couch.

She sat on the floor of their living room, rearranging her vinyls that Ashton thought was a good idea to mix in with his. She had the best system for arranging her record collection. No could compete with rainbow order. She neatly gathered her pile of reds and got up to get her composition notebook to write the order she had. 

He laid on his back and watched her. “Why did you call someone to come fix the air conditioner?”

“I was this close to walking around naked.”

“Then my plan is going accordingly.” he smiled, leaning on his side to kiss her, but she swerved him. He scoffed and rolled back on his back. “What time should we go get Max?”

“Later, around dinner time. He’ll be tired from running around with Michael and Fiona's dogs.” She got on her knees and pushed her pile off to the side and grabbed the orange stack. She felt Ashton’s eyes on her so she tied the ends of his shirt, making it an oversized crop top. She bent over again and posed as if Ashton was going to fuck her from behind. She felt a sharp pain on her left ass cheek and looked over her shoulder. 

“You’re not very subtle.” Ashton commented, paging through a magazine that Marina was on the cover. 

“Neither are you.” She smiled sweetly at him before going back to her work. 

A half hour later, Marina finished organizing. She stood on her knees proudly looking over her neat color coordinated piles. Only she didn’t have anywhere to put her records. Before Ashton stole them and added them to his collections, she used to store them in a metal trunk that slowly turned into Max’s toy trunk. 

“You think building an IKEA bookshelf is at your skill level? Since calling someone to come fix the air conditioning wasn’t.” She asked him.

Ashton turned to her. His face read along the lines of slightly stunned and slightly insulted because she assumed that he couldn’t build a simple bookshelf. 

“It's my skill level,” he scoffed defensively. His face relaxed into an innocent smile. “I’m just afraid you’re going to jump me halfway and beg me to have my way with you like the time I built Max’s crib.” 

“Excuse you, I was thirty weeks pregnant. My hormones were all over the place. Pregnant me was a whole different person than the person kindly asking you to build her a lovely bookshelf.”  

“If you say so,” he grumbled. 

He pulled her into a quick, but knee weakening kiss and got up. He went upstairs to change out of his skinny jeans into some basketball shorts. When he returned, Marina was nowhere in sight and there was a giant IKEA box in the middle of the living room. Ashton mumbled a few colorful words about being swindled into building her furniture and grabbed his tool box from the guest room where he was installing new lighting fixtures. 

From the guest room he spotted Marina rubbing on sunscreen. He watched her push down his shirt and rubbed some on her shoulders. His shorts tightened as he kept watching her. He fixed the growing tent under his shorts and went back to the living room. 

Ashton grabbed one of her records, knowing she was going to come back inside and remind him that if he wants to play one of her records all he has to do is. He carefully placed it on the record player and turned up the volume as the first song played. 

Every so often he would peek out to the yard and check on Marina. It truly surprised him that she hasn't barged in yet. The record was almost ready to get flipped so it can play on the other side. He noticed that she had her headphones on while she drew on her notebook. Annoyed, he continued his work and stopped asking for her attention. 

***

Marina frowned and loudly shut her notebook. Ashton had been hard at work and he hadn’t made a snarky remark to her. She got up from the lounge chair and went inside. She made a show of parading in front of Ashton, but he didn’t even glance at her. 

She grabbed a homemade popsicle, courtesy of Ashton’s fruit trees and garden. She took off his shirt and pulled off her bikini top, putting back on his shirt. She grabbed one of her books off the counter and went to the living room. She sat criss-cross applesauce on their green couch and shamelessly watched him until he looked up. 

He didn’t.

The sticky substance slowly dripped down her hand. Marina sighed, the only sticky substance she wanted on her hand should be coming from Ashton ,but he was being a good boyfriend and building her bookshelf. She huffed, knowing that Ashton wasn’t going to give her any attention any time soon, she cleaned up her mess.

She slipped whatever was left on the popsicle in her mouth and sucked on it until she was sure there wasn’t going to be any dripage. She pulled it out and slipped it back once she felt a cold drop fall on her thigh. 

“You’re the most obvious person ever.” Ashton chuckled. “Just say you want to choke on my cock.” 

“What?” Marina blinked at him, confused. 

“What?” He mocked her. He laughed sarcastically. “But lucky for you. I’m done.”

Ashton sat next to her, taking her popsicle. He candidly ate her popsicle, reminding her of how masterful his tongue is. 

“And lucky for you, I’m feeling in a thankful mood.” Marina smiled sweetly at him. 

She grabbed one of their decorative pillows and placed it on the ground. She gently pushed Ashton back as she situated herself in between his thighs. She playfully spanked his ass, motioning him to drop his shorts. He gave her a pointed look and pushed his hips up, pulling down his shirts to his ankles. 

Marina giggled as his cock bounced off his stomach. She sat closer to his exposed cock and adjusted the pillow so it sat in between her thighs. She slowly kissed up its length. She greedily slipped him in her mouth. She moaned out in pleasure as he hit the back of her throat. Her hips followed the pace her mouth went. 

Ashton’s low curses became full-on grunts and moans. One of his hands gripped her hair, keeping her in place as he thrusted into her mouth. Marina let out soft moans. One of her hands was already playing with herself. Her other hand gripped one of his legs, nails digging into his thighs, keeping her up. Minutes later he gently pulled out his cock from her. 

Before she protested, Ashton patted the green shouch. “Hands and knees.”   

Marina nodded and knelt in front of one of the arm chairs. Her fingers shook in excitement as she tried to unbutton Ashton’s shirt. She was about to push it off her shoulders, but she felt his hand on her. He leaned forward and kissed up her neck.

“Leave it on. You know, I like fucking you with my clothes on you.” He whispered in her ear. “Ready?”

Marina nodded eagerly. She looked over her shoulder and pulled him into a kiss. But she pulled away before her back cramped up. She draped herself over the armrest and waited for him. Before she did anything, he yanked her bikini bottom to side and shoved himself in her in one satisfying thrust.  

Ashton pulled out and pushed himself in her once more. His hands gripped her waist as he slowly rocked into her. He twisted his shirt around his hand, using it so Marina could stay up right. As the minutes passed, his thrusts got rougher, and Marina couldn’t hold back. She begged Ashton to keep fucking her at that deliciously slow and rough pace she loved. He leaned over, his chest against her back. 

“Fuck.” Ashton moaned out.

His lips kissed all over her neck as he continued to fuck Marina. She rocked back against him, meeting his thrusts.

“That’s it, take me so good, angel.” He groaned in her ear. Ashton shifted his hips as he thrusted into her. The new angle hit her in that spot that made her beg for him. 

“Please, fuck—” 

She pushed back rougher to meet his thrusts. He gripped her hips with one hand while the other went back down to her clit. Ashton worked his fingers roughly as he pushed his hips into Marina. 

He buried his face in her neck, kissing her sweet spot. Her quiet praises filled the room, egging him on. She quietly whimpered his name, lazily meeting his thrusts before her orgasm took over. Ashton’s orgasm followed soon after. He cried her name and pushed himself deep inside Marina, spilling every last drop in her.

“I love you so much, angel.” Ashton mumbled against her lips. 

“I love you too,” Marina giggled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. 

They kissed like they had all the time in the world. Their giggles bounced off the walls as their teasing touches became playful. Ashton blew raspberries all over her stomach. Marina gasped for air, trying to make him stop. 

A low buzz came from the top of the shelf. Ashton cursed and pushed himself off the bed. Michael’s face appeared on the screen.

“‘Llo?” he answered.

“Your son and I are outside your door. Could you please—”

“Shit, give us a minute.” Ashton hung up. He pulled on his shorts. 

“You said you were picking him up.” Marina whisper-yelled. 

“I was.” He argued. Marina sprinted upstairs to change while he went to get the door. “Sorry, we were building a bookshelf and got really into it.” He said opening the door to Max and Michael.

“More like you got into Marina.” Michael teased. 

“My house is cold again.” Max clapped before taking off his shoes. He tossed them to Ashton and ran to the kitchen. 

“We were building a bookshelf.” Ashton argued.

Michael snorted and crossed his arms. “Yeah, and the moans that I heard were what?” 

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Kiro’s Culinary Date Translation [CN] (Season 2)

Hi, everyone! Just a couple of notes before you begin reading. I don’t actually know Chinese so this translation was done through the power of Google Translate and with help from @keliosyfan​. Thank you! 💛

This translation contains spoilers for a date that has not yet been released in the ENG server. This date is set is Season 2 but doesn’t contain any major plot details. If you wish to not be spoiled, please don’t read beyond the cut.

Hope you enjoy!~

*Spoilers below for future content!*

[First Part]

“Ding Dong!--”

I stood in front of a villa full of sunflowers in the yard and rang the doorbell.

Recently, in order to create a gimmick for the new show, the company intends to let Kiro participate in an observation variety show.

The stars in the show will experience different professions. The profession of this episode is to run a restaurant. To create more entertainment, a culinary competition is also set up.

Whoever makes the food that receives the most praise will win the final prize.

But I wasn’t so sure about Kiro’s cooking skills….

??: I’m coming!

The familiar voice interrupted my thoughts.

Accompanied by a rush of hurried footsteps, the door was swung open and golden hair instantly came into view.

Kiro: Good afternoon, boss! 

Kiro: I just saw your text message, why did you come to me so suddenly?

Kiro put one hand behind himself, his always-smiling face now even more enthusiastic.

A strange smell hit the tip of my nose. I seemed to distinguish something but kept it calm on the surface.

MC: I heard Savin say that you rarely go out recently and don’t answer the phone very often. So I just came to see what the situation was.

Kiro: So that’s what it was. That’s because….

Kiro moved his eyes towards me and smiled.

Kiro: I recently became obsessed with a new video game series so I couldn’t check my phone as often.

I nodded and accepted the explanation.

MC: There’s another thing; you’re going to be on a new variety show.

Kiro’s expression suddenly became very serious. I couldn’t help but want to tease him, pretending to be serious.

MC: You should have known already about your appearance on the show and how you need to show your cooking skills in front of the camera.

MC: But I don’t think this should be a problem for Kiro, right?

Kiro looked shocked. But not long after, he smiled confidently.

Kiro: Of course.

Kiro: I’m actually very good at cooking. 

MC: So confident--

Kiro: What’s up?

Seeing Kiro’s confused eyes still showing a hint of a guilty conscience, I couldn’t help but finally express my doubts.

MC: Kiro, were you really playing video games?

Kiro: Yes, I was….

MC: But why do I smell something weird?

Kiro: ….

Kiro: ….So you knew already!

After a while, he sighed slightly, and put down his hands behind his back like he had accepted his fate. He was holding a bear apron in his hands.

Kiro: Miss Chips, do you want to come and take a look at my kitchen?

[Second Part]

Although I was mentally prepared when I walked into Kiro’s kitchen, I couldn’t help but look on in shock.

The kitchen utensils are stacked in a mess, there are many broken eggshells on the ground, and the dishes were piled high in the sink. With that, there were also some “unidentifiable objects”...

Everything in front of me seems to show what kind of “messy” experience this was.

Kiro also looked a little embarrassed.

Kiro: Ahem, it went well at first, but I don’t know which step went wrong.

Kiro: The taste and appearance are a little bit different from what you may expect….

Suddenly, he turned his eyes to look at me.

Kiro: In order to find out which step went wrong, I plan to do it again!

Kiro: However, it’s best to have personal supervision next to you….

MC: I can help you. Also, I can show you some new things. *changed some wording*

As if he had obtained the answer he wanted, Kiro’s brows and eyes were curved slightly, and a smile appeared on his face.

Kiro: Great, then let’s get to work!

Seeing a glimmer of success in his eyes, I suddenly realized that I was fooled!

He had planned to bring me to the kitchen all along!

Twenty minutes later, with my help, the cooking was finally completed decently.

Seeing the steaming food on the table, Kiro couldn’t wait to pick up the spoon and took a bite.

MC: How is it?

Kiro: Hmm….

He blinked and then gave me a thumbs up.

Kiro: Super delicious! Miss Chips should really consider opening up a restaurant!

Although I knew his evaluation was exaggerated, I still breathed a sigh of relief.

MC: That’s good. 

Kiro: However, I’m afraid there’s no way I can make such delicious food for the time being….

He lowered his eyes and his long eyelashes cast a small shadow in his eyes.

Knowing that Kiro has always been a perfectionist, I thought about it and spoke slowly.

MC: Actually, to make delicious food in addition to certain cooking skills, you also need a special recipe.

Kiro: Huh? What is it?

I stretched out my hand, poked Kiro’s face lightly with my finger, and made a smile on his face.

MC: The chef’s mentality is also very important.

MC: If you put yourself in a happy mood, you will definitely feel it. And….

I also smiled at him.

MC: Enthusiastically greet every challenge, isn’t this what Kiro is best at? 

Kiro was taken aback for a moment, a strange emotion flashed in his eyes. After a while, he smiled and took my hand.

Kiro: Well, MC is right.

Kiro: By the day of the show recording, my performance won’t disappoint anyone’s expectations.

Kiro: However, I still want you to promise me one thing.

MC: What?

He leaned closer, his warm breath fell on my cheek.

Kiro: Can you come to the set on the filming day?

Kiro: If you do, I think the food will be better than perfect. 

[Third Part]

The sun was shining brightly on the filming day, and the temperature was several degrees higher than usual.

I arrived at the shooting location as agreed with Kiro. Seeing that it was still early, I walked towards the lounge.

(Cut to lounge)

As soon as the door was opened, I saw him sitting on the sofa alone and intently looking down at his phone.

Hearing the movement, Kiro raised his eyes to look at me with undisguised joy on his face.

Kiro: ….MC, there you are! 

MC: Well, I’m here to cheer for you.

He subconsciously turned off the phone screen. Although it was just a quick glance, I saw that he seemed to be watching a cooking tutorial.

Kiro: The sun is so nice today, it’s good weather to go out in.

Kiro: There should be a lot of customers in the restaurant later.

Kiro looked out the window, his face thoughtful.

MC: Well, you don’t have to put too much pressure on yourself. After all, this is a variety show, and cooking is only one aspect.

MC: So all you have to do is show your truest appearance and enjoy the process.

Kiro: I know, it’s just that I haven’t figured out what to do yet….

MC: Huh? You haven’t thought about it yet?

MC: Didn’t we practice a dish at your house last time?

Kiro: But….

Kiro paused. After a while, he seemed to have thought of something, his lips raised in a beautiful arc.

Kiro: But now I have changed my mind.

Kiro: I’m going to keep it a secret for now and surprise you later. 

Although there were some doubts in my mind, I also believed Kiro could handle it well. So, after a while, I nodded.

MC: Ok.

MC: If you have any questions, you can send me a text message and I will be there later. Also….

Kiro: Don’t worry, Miss Chips, I have my own coup.

Kiro took my hand and interrupted me with a chuckle.

Kiro: And have you forgotten? No matter what kind of food, I have my own “exclusive recipe”. *changed some wording*

As he said this, he poked my cheek lightly as I did to him before, and also sketched a smile on my face.

Kiro: I will get the best result while enjoying the process.

His eyebrows are curved and my figure is reflected in his clear pupils.

Kiro: So, please wait and see. 

(Cut to shooting location)

The bright sunlight passed through the leaves. *changed some wording*

The show officially started filming. Stars who usually have a certain distance from the public are now wearing aprons and running an ordinary restaurant.

I was sitting on a seat in the restaurant and found that the surrounding area was filled with people.

Seeing popular movie stars or idol singers passing by one after another, many guests showed surprised expressions.

Female Star: Hello, this is my chocolate cake.

The female star gave me a sweet smile and the dessert on my table. After thanking her, I took a bite and the sweetness instantly melted in my mouth.

Girl A: Wow, this cake is delicious!

Girl B: Is it? I’ll try it too.

The voices of the two girls from the table over fell into my ears. I glanced around and saw that many people seemed to be very satisfied with the food.

Girl A: The celebrities’ culinary skills are so good too!

Girl B: You’re so stereotypical. By the way, I heard that Kiro is also here. Our “Little Sun’s” cooking skills are guaranteed to surprise you!

Hearing the girl’s words, I couldn’t help but glance at my phone screen. The last text message sent was from Kiro ten minutes ago.

“I’m ready to play!”

I put down the spoon in my hand and couldn’t help but guess what kind of food Kiro intends to make….

After tasting different delicacies one after another, everyone’s expectations were getting higher and higher.

Initially, I just advised Kiro not to be too stressed out but I couldn’t help but feel nervous at this moment….

??: This guest, would you like a delicious mango smoothie? 

A familiar voice rang in my ears and I turned my face to meet a pair of sky-blue eyes.

MC: Ki-!

Everyone: AAAAAAHHH IT’S KIRO!!! 

The enthusiastic cheers drowned out my voice.

Kiro smiled brightly at them and the screams suddenly became louder. Immediately afterwards, he suddenly turned around, avoiding everyone’s gaze--

He gave a wink towards me.

I couldn’t help but feel my heart beat frantically.

The golden light shone on Kiro’s hair and the person in front of me seemed to be more dazzling than the sun.

Kiro: I saw that you’re sitting there all alone. Don’t you feel a bit lonely?

Before I could answer, he took off the bear doll from his waist and placed it on the seat opposite me.

Kiro gently covered the microphone pinned in the collar and whispered in a voice that only the two of us could hear--

Kiro: Let it temporarily replace me to accompany you.

As soon as his voice fell, he straightened up and looked at the people present.

Kiro: Does anyone else want to try a refreshing fruit smoothie? 

The sun was shining, and after tasting many dishes, everyone happened to be a little thirsty. So, they raised their hands enthusiastically.

Kiro: Just hold tight, I’ll come back right away!

Holding the tray, he walked towards the other table of guests. In the scorching afternoon, Kiro’s fruit smoothie became the most popular dish.

Looking at the blond boy walking through the crowd, I couldn’t help but curl my lips up into a smile.

It turns out that this is what he meant by “coup”.

Looking down, I saw Kiro with one hand behind him, making a “V” gesture in my direction.

My smile grew even more. I picked up the mango smoothie on the table and took a sip.

--The taste is really sweet.

[Fourth Part]

As the sunset slowly falls, the shooting is gradually coming to an end.

According to the process, the program team will determine the final prize based on the customers’ evaluation of the food. As a result, the awards were announced one by one with suspension--

Kiro didn’t win.

Kiro: MC!

I looked towards where the voice came from and saw that from not far away, Kiro was walking towards me through the staff surrounding him.

MC: Is it finished?

Kiro: Well, they’re checking out the shooting material.

I thought that Kiro would be a little disappointed if he didn’t win the prize but his face didn’t show the slightest bit of disappointment. Instead, his smile remained the same as usual.

A light flashed before my eyes and I realized that he was holding a golden trophy in his hand.

MC: What is this?

Kiro: This….

He followed my gaze and winked slyly at me suddenly.

Kiro: There are too many people here. Let’s talk about it somewhere else.

(Cut to lounge)

MC: “Most Popular Award….”

In the lounge, I took the trophy from Kiro and repeated what he said.

Kiro: That’s right. 

Kiro: They said that because of the popularity of “Kiro’s Special”, the program team made this award.

Kiro: I told you that I wouldn’t break my promise, right?

Kiro said somewhat proudly. I can’t help but smile.

MC: Well, I was a little surprised. But I know that Kiro never disappoints.

MC: By the way, something hasn’t been returned to you yet.

I took out the little bear doll that I had always taken with me. I wanted to give it back to him but he shook his head.

Kiro: This was actually a gift to you to thank you for teaching me how to cook.

MC: In that case, I will accept it without any hesitancy.

As I was talking, a question suddenly came to my mind.

MC: I don’t seem to remember you telling me why you suddenly decided to make a smoothie instead?

Kiro gave me a look and smiled helplessly.

Kiro: When I tell you, you mustn’t laugh at me. 

MC: Of course not.

Kiro: Actually, after we started cooking together that day, I practiced many times in private.

Kiro: After all, I’m going to be on the show. I hope that no matter what I’m doing, I can let everyone see my best.

Kiro: But that last time, I still felt that it was not enough.

Kiro’s tone was indifferent but I seemed to hear a little reluctance from it.

Kiro: But after coming to the lounge today, I saw the light outside was very strong.

Kiro: Thinking of everyone sitting in the sun all that time, it must’ve felt a little hot. So, I suddenly came up with an idea.

Those bright blue eyes lit up again and the corners of Kiro’s lips curled up slightly.

Kiro: I think if it were me in this hot weather, I would want a refreshing smoothie more than one of those meals.

Kiro: And this method was a very simple one--

Kiro: It was within the scope of my cooking skills! 

I couldn’t help laughing.

I saw that the name tag on his chest was a little crooked, so I stretched out my hand to fix it for him.

MC: So, our “Chef Kiro” decided to make a smoothie?

MC: It was indeed a great idea.

I nodded approvingly. Kiro’s eyes flickered slightly and he suddenly took my wrist.

Kiro: Speaking of which, you brought me this inspiration.

MC: Huh?

Kiro: Didn’t you say that if you put yourself in a happy mood, other people will definitely be able to feel it? 

Kiro: Because I was inspired by you, I gradually began to worry less about satisfying everyone and more about what to do to make myself feel satisfied….

Kiro: Therefore, this trophy is also yours.

Kiro winked as he spoke and his lips curled up softly.

Kiro: I wonder how Miss Chips would rate my performance today?

MC: Do you need to ask?

MC: Of course it far exceeds full marks!

Kiro: Even if I didn’t make good enough food?

MC: Even if you didn’t make good enough food.

I repeated it with certainty.

MC: Remember, because you have the most unique “recipe”.

MC: That is Kiro’s signature appeal.

I smiled at him.

MC: During the filming, many people including myself, were affected by your smile and enthusiasm--

MC: It was such a pleasant afternoon.

MC: I believe that this happy mood will be conveyed to all viewers when the show is broadcasted.

MC: Rest assured.

The light in Kiro’s eyes shook slightly and then the corners of his mouth rose even more.

Kiro: Is MC’s evaluation of me that high?

Kiro: Actually, it’s more than that.

Kiro: In fact, there are other “exclusive recipes” that I found.

He pretended to smile mysteriously, held my hand more tightly, and then went on to say--

Kiro: She not only taught me how to cook, but she also gave me great inspiration;

Kiro: And she also told me that no matter what challenge I encounter, I can solve it in Kiro’s fashion as usual.

Kiro: So, when I saw her at the shooting today, I felt confident and smiled uncontrollably…. 

The gentle voice fell in my ears and I felt my heart beat faster.

Those sapphire eyes looked at me for a moment. In the next second, a chuckle came into my ear--

Kiro: So….

Kiro: For me, she is the recipe that makes everything more perfect.

[End]

You can read the call that comes after this date here!~

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Kinktober D9: Listen Closely - Felix

Pairing: Felix x f!Reader

Warnings: Sensory play/deprivation, dom! Felix, like I’d say he gets a bit feral in this....., overstimulation, brat taming, bondage, Felix is just straight up a little shit in this, teasing, sex toys, sir kink (just to mix things up), angry sex? (kinda he’s a little pissed at the brattiness, but he also loves it so...take that however you want), Felix calls the reader kitten, dirty talk, light degradation, masturbation, spanking,mentions of squirting, implied sex (once again I gotta be a little shit and stop before we get to the good part, I’m just in a mood rn I guess).

Word Count:2,042

Tag List: @hyunsungcore​ 

You’d been caught red handed too many times at this point and you knew there would be consequences for it. If Felix wasn’t intending to intervene yet though, then it didn’t really matter to you. You planned on wholly misbehaving until Felix actually took action. Though there was an eerie amount of patience being displayed by Felix, not usually one to show restraint for so long, especially when you were misbehaving. Yet after two weeks of finding you touching yourself while listening to his voice through your phone, he hadn’t touched you at all. At least not other than chase kisses and some cuddling, and you’d fucking had it. You were ready to resort to begging if necessary, prepared for any punishment of his. You just couldn’t do without him any longer. Which is how you ended up in this position, with a vibrator between your legs and a playlist you made of Felix’s deep voice filling the room....again, just like every night this week. When you finally tore your eyes open again they met Felix’s figure leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed with a smirk.

“How did I guess that this would be what I found when I came home?” Felix’s tone is teasing as he moves to walk over to the foot of the bed for a closer look now that he knows you caught him staring.

“Hm...I have no idea.” You retort coyly before getting your own smirk as you decide to taunt back, “I’m gonna guess that you’re going to run off to the studio for some made up work now though, just like you did every other night. Let me guess...you’re afraid you can’t satisfy me as well as some little toy can sir?”

The way Felix’s face scrunched and eyes closed as he tried to control himself brought you more satisfaction than you expected. It was good to know the amount of control you still had over him though, especially when you decided to push his limits by condescendingly using the honorific he liked so much. When Felix finally meets your gaze again his eyes have darkened with lust and just enough anger that you knew there was no way he was going to leave you to get away with that tonight, which was exactly what you were hoping for.

Felix chuckles, “You know I’ve noticed how you seem to love getting off to my voice kitten. So every time that I left for the studio because of your little stunts it was to work on a special part of your punishment. Lucky for you I just finished it and brought it home though.”

You brows furrowed in confusion as you looked at him, “You worked on something there alone?” 

Felix nods with another deep laugh, “I did, didn’t think you’d want other people hearing what I made just for you.....told the guys I wanted to play around with some things for experience.” 

“Think they bought it?” You raise a brow knowing how hard it was to get away with stuff around the guys.

“For the most part, there was a little slip and someone may have found one of the clips I recorded..” Felix admits with a soft shrug, not too bothered by it.

“Let me guess....Chris?” You laughs a little as he nods in answer, “Well show me what you did then.”

Felix licks his lips, “Oh I intend to kitten, but first...what was that you said about me thinking I couldn’t satisfy you as good as some toy?...Maybe we should put that to the test tonight too? Only I’m in control now.” 

Felix snatches the vibrator out of your hands before you can argue and turns it off laying it aside, before going to the bedside table to get out some black ties. Your hands tied to the bed above your head first before moving down to your feet and tapping your ankles, urging you to spread your legs for him next. Tying each to one side of the bed, keeping you spread open for him. You can only watch as he settles the vibrator between your legs again, someplace he knows it will sit no matter what, before he’s pulling out headphones to place near the one remaining tie. 

“I think we should give the vibrator the best chance possible, don’t you?” Felix mocks slightly, “Make it so you imagine it’s me making you feel that good. Wouldn’t that be nice?” 

“Sir, I just want you.” You counter whimpering softly only for Felix to tsk you softly.

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have misbehaved so much kitten, you wanna be a little brat? Then I’ll treat you like a little fucking brat.” Felix growls out at you before he’s tying the remaining fabric around your eyes, the headphones next. Felix pressing play the same time he click the vibrator on low. 

“My little kitten thinks she’s so smart huh? Touching herself to the sound of my voice like it’s gonna get you something, well every time I find you like that this is what you’re gonna get kitten....you get to hear me touching myself to the thought of you instead of getting what you actually want.” 

Felix’s deep voice was already fucking with you through the speakers and then he had to go and add this to it. His deep moans and the way he’d grunt out little desires that filled his head as he got himself off through the headphones, about how sore he’d be sure to make your ass, how he’d manhandle you so easily due to how desperate you’d be just to cum around his cock, the way he’d feel stretching you out again. All of it almost unbearable at this point, having your vision cut off and the audio he recorded playing for you letting your mind run wild. Imagining him recording it while touching himself, then thinking about each of the things his smoky voice reminded you of or gave you thoughts about suddenly, until you had a small realization. You’d never seen Felix leave you like this....and you knew it he was at least within earshot in case a safe word was used. He heard each sound that left your mouth, even if you barely could in your current state and more likely than not he was watching and getting off to you right now too. You came once to the sound of him cumming, a low growly moan filling your senses. You weren’t done yet though as Felix moves to turn the vibrator up to the next level, as the audio kept going.

“Really kitten? Two days in a row? You’re gonna be that much of a little brat? And here I thought I’d trained you better than that. Oh well....I guess I’ll just be cumming in my hand instead of your tight little cunt again, and you won’t even be able to have a taste.”

Felix drank in your whines, not caring if it was from his taunting in the audio or from the overstimulation that the vibrator was putting you through. You’d challenged him and now you’d have to pay the price for it. You barely made it through the second recording, not without cumming twice more though. Felix turning the toy down again and gently rubbing over your quaking thighs, showing a small bit of mercy knowing you still had three more recordings to get through.

“Well day three hmm? Maybe I should have stuck around longer, could have counted up all your pretty little moans. Given you a spanking for each one. I’m sure you find this a lot more fun though, don’t you kitten? Unless....you’re ready to admit how much you love when I spank your pretty ass?” 

You feel the way your slick spreads making even more of a mess out of you and the sheets, knowing Felix knew just how much you loved spankings even if you wouldn’t fess up to that. That’s also how you recognized the fact that he mentioned the spankings on purpose. If he wanted to play though, you’d play.

“Are you counting my moans now sir? Is it gonna earn my a good spanking?” You mock, earning you a swift slap to your thigh in warning. Nothing too painful, just a little tingling sting to remind you who was in control right now. Felix rewarding the moan you make in reaction to it by turning the vibrator up a few settings. The toy drawing two more orgasms from you before the third day was done, there were two days left before you’d actually get what you wanted all week and yet Felix had already brought you to your climax five times, making you more and more sensitive. 

“Have you really not caught on to the fact that I have something big planned or are you just trying to rile me up more and more kitten?....you’ll learn after this experience pretty kitty, you’ll come crawling to me every time that desperate little pussy gets wet. At the very least you’ll know not to break this rule again....unless you want me to break you kitten.”

The growl building in Felix’s raspy voice only grows with each recording as he get more and more pissed off by your bratty disobedience and refusal to ask for what you want. Well that coupled with the fact that each day his hand was less and less satisfying compared to what he knew he’s left back at home. Your soaked cunt and bratty attitude, the one that makes him want to fuck you through the mattress every time it decides to make an appearance. Felix’s patience only winning out due to the fact that he knew how rewarding it would be punish you like he was right now. A perfect build up to what both of you had been anticipating all week long, coming down from your sixth high as the fifth recording finally begins.

“You’re about to be a very lucky kitty. I have a feeling I get the same welcome home tomorrow as I got all week, but I’m still going to give you what you want kitten. Only if you take you punishment like a good girl though, if not....well than maybe we’ll have to play this game a little longer....when you finally decide to behave for me though. Remember to thank sir for everything he so generously gave you kitten.”

Your relieve at finally being onto the final day is short lived though as Felix turns the vibrator all the way up now, wanting to push you over the edge as many times as he could before that final recording was over. Achieving three, before the day was over and he’s turning the vibrator off. Easing you back to reality one thing at a time; the vibrator first, then removing the headphones to whisper a few soft praises to you as he unties the blindfold. Next comes the blindfold, followed by him carefully untying you from the bed. His hands gently soothing over your form.

“You did so well kitten, made such a pretty little mess of yourself all for me.” Felix’s voice is still deep with lust, but its a little softer for the moment, “Still want the reward I promised you kitten?” 

“Don’t tell me you actually think I’m going to call it a night before we even get started.” You lick your lips smirking softly as your eyes rake over his form. While watching you he’d stripped to stroke himself, the tip of his cock an angry red and leaking precum, the rest slicked with a mix of his arousal and spit.

“I see there’s still some of that bratty mouth left kitten.” Felix chuckles eyes darkening again as his hands grips your hips.

“There certainly is sir. Why don’t you show my what you’re gonna do about it.” You taunt only for him to flip you over onto your hands and knees before you realize what’s even happening. Felix leaning forward, lips brushing your ear and cock flush against your ass, a smirk playing on his lips. 

“I guess it’s a good thing that I really did count all your moans tonight kitten, your ass will have a lot to be grateful for and besides that....I wanna see you squirt before I'm through with you.”

#kinktober #felix onshot #felix smut #stray kids oneshot #stray kids smut

[blackberry-gingham]

Can I request a cute Ringo x Reader where Ringo falls for the reader who’s just an assistant in the neighboring recording studio from theirs?😆❤️ and the reader is extremely shy haha

😂😂😂 I was actually referring to my very long list of drafts and requests, but I do appreciate the eagerness to help a bored girl out, so I’ll do this one now anyway haha. Besides, Ringo needs more solo fics on this blog and shy reader is always a good one 😌🥺 Thank you, and enjoy!

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The old florescent lights hum overhead, flooding the recording room with a bright, hot light. Ringo wipes the back of his palm across his forehead, vaguely listening to John, Paul, and George as they discuss some tweaks they should make to that last recording or so. Paul never seems to be satisfied, and now John and George have teamed up to start bickering with him. Their alliance does not matter however, as it would appear Paul has no plans to budge.

Their voices get louder and louder, and Ringo lights up a cigarette in the meantime, hoping it’ll help with the pounding in his head. Doesn’t he get a say in all this? The others may not say it, but he knows what they think. He’s the weakest link here, “Just the drummer, not even a very great one”, or some rubbish like that. 

John slams his guitar down onto its stand with a twang ad now he’s dangerously close to being up in Paul’s face as he continues to argue. George appears as though he’s about to fall back and mediate the situation he helped escalate, but before anyone can do anything, Brian slams the door open, “That’s enough now! Get out and cool off, the three of you!”, he shakes his head out and rubs it as though it’s hurting him, before taking his leave.

“Fine by me!”, Paul gives John a pointed look and storms off, with the other two making similar statements and following close, but not too close, behind.

And poor little Ringo is left alone. Forgotten. 

Suddenly the room feels cold, like the vacuum of space, and Ringo himself is the one feeling hot. He knows he’s not one of the star trio, but how about a little respect, eh? Maybe a “you’re doing great Ringo?” Or, “you can take five, too?”

But no, nothing of the sort.

Ringo’s face twists into a scowl as these thought swirl through his mind. He’s as much a member of this band as any of the other three! This isn’t fair! On that note, he smashes his cigarette into a nearby ashtray and jumps up from his stool as it clatters to the floor. You know what? He needs more then a break. He needs some fresh air.

With a head full of steam, he stomps down the stairwell and through the hall, all the way to the big, double glass doors. He only stops when the sound of pouring rain breaks through the fog of his thoughts. The rain is coming down in droves, thundering in a flurry of drops off of the sidewalk, and not a single soul can be seen outside. 

For a moment, he considers turning around and going back to the studio. Or perhaps finding an abandoned break room, away from the others, and blowing off steam there, but...

No. He shakes out his head and heaves the heavy door open out into the downpour. He’s had enough of this whole damn building, and he’s not going to let a little rain stop him from getting the break he needs.

Ringo walks and walks as the icy water soaks through his fine suit, to his skin, and down to his very bones. Perhaps this wasn’t the wisest decision, he thinks. He takes a few more steps, trying to tough it out, but after a window rattling sneeze he decides to duck into the next building he can. This whole street is made up of little recording studios, so it’s not as much of a change of scenery as he’d have liked... but at least it’s something.

A corridor filled with office doors stretches out before him and, rather then continue leaking a little pool here in the entry way, he decides to go find somewhere to take a load off. 

Ugh, he feels absolutely filled with water, like a damn sink sponge. Ringo tilts his head to the side as he sloshes along and bangs the side of his head, hoping to dislodge some water. It seems to be having some effect at least, and just as he’s about to switch ears, an unexpected collision knocks him on his back.

“Tsk, oh no no no...”

A timid voice mutters softly, and even through his waterlogged ears, Ringo can hear the sound of scuffling and paper shuffling. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry! Um, are you... alright?”

Ringo sits up, but his soaked mop top is completely obscuring his vision. He can only imagine how silly he must look to you right now, sopping wet and a full curtain of hair hiding nearly everything except, of course, his bulbous nose. Great. He huffs, and parts his bangs with both hands to see you.

You look about as shy as you sound, and perhaps even a little afraid. But also... kind, and sweet, and caring, and... Pretty. So pretty...

“Oh! Ringo! I um... I’m such a big fan...”, you laugh nervously, and despite the warm words, your face seems caught in some sort of a wince as you go about busying yourself with picking up your stack of papers and folders.

But he doesn’t want you to be scared. Or nervous, or intimidated, or stressed, or... or anything like that! He wants to see that concerned, but sweet smile he heard you wearing when you were first talking and didn’t know who he was. He sees the very faint little lines by the corners of your nostrils, and just by that he knows you like to laugh. He sees how eager you are to collect these things and go about your day, and he feels a connection to you through it. He knows what that’s like... running around and doing other people’s business. 

Hop to it! 

We need this done like that!

Don’t mess this up!

All of it.

Ringo hurries around to scramble onto his knees with you, “Oh no no, I’m sorry! Here, let me help...” He snatches up some stray pages into a nice stack, and as much as you want to tell him it’s ok and he doesn’t have to, you can’t bring yourself to say a peep.

The two of you work in harmony, and as you finally reach for the last sheet, it would seem Ringo has the same idea. Your hand touches down on it first, with his finding it’s way right over top of yours. It’s surprisingly big, particularly compared to yours, and while you blush at the thoughts it’s giving you, Ringo is thankfully too distracted by how soft and perfect your skin feels under his callused paw.

You come to your senses quickly though, forcing yourself to snap out of your daydreams. Nervous energy takes over and you jerk your hand away a little too roughly. “Ahem, sorry but I really mu- ow” You put the last paper on your stack and set the whole thing down to cradle your hand. A small cut has been made on your knuckle and a fine line of blood begins to seep out.

Ringo looks guiltily from your injury to his ornately engraved ring, the culprit of your little gash. He bites his bottom lip and adds his papers to yours, before scooting closer. “I uh, I-I’m so sorry. Uh here, here...”, he pulls out a handkerchief from inside his suit jacket and goes to apply it to your now freely bleeding cut.

“Oh, you don’t have to-!”

“No no, I insist! It’s the least I can do...”, he looks up at you almost pleadingly. Anything he can do to communicate to you how badly he wants to help.

With your go ahead, he gently wraps up your hand with a neat little bow underneath. He holds your hand in both of his, offering it timidly to show you his work,“...Better?”

Relived, you smile sweetly at him, and it’s even more wonderful of a sight then he imagined, “Yes, thank you... Still hurts a bit though”, you chuckle.

“Oh... I know a trick to help with that!”, Ringo smiles cheerily, gently grasping your fingers in one hand and slides his other down to support your elbow as he brings your knuckles to his lips. They’re thick and soft and warm... and as though a soothing fireplace has been lit beside you, suddenly it feels as though any rainy day chills or frayed nerves have been purged from your body. 

His lips linger on your knuckles for a few extra seconds, and when he comes up to the shy, but blissful smile you’re wearing, he thinks in that moment that nothing would make him happier then to see you happy... But knowing he was the one to give you that smile... He’s over joyed. 

And with a fleeting thought, he wishes he could give you a smile like that every day. He finds it that adorably endearing...

He brushes his hair out of his face once more, still holding your hand, and gives you a toothy grin as he huffs a nervous laugh of his own. His eyes are caught on yours now, and how sparkly and vibrant they are. He can’t bear to tear his gaze away, even as he asks, “I... uh... C-can I help you take your papers?”

You give a tiny, melodic laugh and the sound of it sends Ringo’s heart pounding with excitement. With your free hand, you return a stray loc of hair to the rest of his side swept bangs and when his face is all clear, you press a soft, timid kiss to the tip of his long, round nose. 

“I’d love that...”

#SKKSJFSDKLJFSDK SOFTNESS ALERT !!!!!!! #the beatles #ringo starr x reader #ringo starr #beatles fic

[blackstonesandtrapnest]

hello! I’m so happy to see a nana blog!! Do you wanna perhaps have any headcanons for yasu in a relationship? I’m rewatching the show and my thirst for him is unexpected but real 🥵 sfw and nsfw would be lovely~

Blogs about NANA are such a rarity aren’t they? :( But it’s good to know that there are still fans out there!

Ahhhh I see we have a Yasu fangirl ;) But I can definitely understand why! He’s so amazing and underrated! He needs more love!

~~SFW~~

Because of how he looks, Yasu has a bit of a hard time when it comes to women. He often finds himself being the chaser since the ladies are often intimidated by him and think he’s menacing. If a woman ever does approach him first, Yasu will literally not know what to do!

Yasu usually remains single because of how hard he works taking care of other people and he doesn’t mind at all. But Yasu has had his fair share of relationships and he definitely wishes to settle down one day with a wife and kids. Getting and maintaining Yasu’s attention isn’t too difficult and once you have it, you remain there like a nasty infection.

His family and friends have to meet and approve of you before you and Yasu become official. They’re very protective of him and don’t want him to get tangled up with some two-timing whore. It’s mostly Nana and Ren who have the final say since they’re the most significant people in his life aside from his adoptive parents of course. It goes without saying that if you wanna be in Yasu’s life, you have to get along with his friends and family. It’s not up for debate.

Yasu is very easy to talk to and likes deep conversations so don’t be afraid to talk to him about anything you want. To him, one of the most intimate things to do with his partner is to simply have a nice conversation while cuddling. Yasu doesn’t care what it’s about or how weird it is. As long as you’re talking, he’s as happy as a pig in slop!

Conversely, if you prefer silence or if you’re more introverted, Yasu will settle for cuddling with you while silent or talking less. Sometimes it’s nice to simply enjoy each other’s presence and take in the moment. Yasu just likes being around his S/O and prefers to have private time with them but make no mistake, there will be date nights aplenty in your relationship!

Although Yasu is a very busy man, he’ll always make time for you and is very reliable. If you ever need him for anything no matter how big or small, he’s there no matter what. If you’re the more independent type and prefer taking care of things yourself, then Yasu will respect that but he’ll still have your back regardless. Just from a behind-the-scenes perspective.

Yasu is quite serious as we all know but he does appreciate a good laugh every now and then. He has a healthy sense of humor and may or may not pull a prank or two on you so watch your back. Yes BLAST will definitely be his accomplices too. If you prank him back, Yasu will be laughing for days and it’ll be a great memory to look back on for him.

Yasu is pretty secretive and doesn’t really talk about anything that happened in his life before he met you. It’s not that he has anything to hide. He just doesn’t see why it matters. He kinda operates on a “need-to-know” basis and values privacy highly. He respects your privacy and wants the same in return. This can lead to many misunderstandings and arguments but they’re resolved quickly because of how mature and understanding Yasu is. If you want Yasu to open up, just ask!

Yasu isn’t one for taking risks and likes to play it safe and careful. Responsibility is a huge thing for him. This can make him seem kinda boring to people who are more lively and extroverted. Yasu does indeed have a wild side but prefers to release it in private which leads us to........

~~NSFW~~

When you and Yasu start sleeping together, he takes the slow, gentle, lovemaking route. He considers it the ultimate form of trust and therefore he wants to make sure you’re absolutely comfortable and feeling nothing but pleasure. Yasu doesn’t sleep with just anyone so if he’s having sex with you, consider it a privilege because he definitely values and trusts you more than he does most people.

One might assume that Yasu is vanilla in bed with the way he carries himself but he’s far from it. Deep down inside, he’s definitely a freak. But it takes a bit of coaxing to bring it out of him because Yasu doesn’t want to frighten you or make you uncomfortable. But once you convince him that it’s ok, oh boy are you in for some fun!

Yasu is definitely a dom and has a secret Daddy kink. He’s kind but firm with his Baby Girl and he always makes sure you’re left fully satisfied. Yasu loves to both give and receive praise so expect a lot of that! His voice alone will make you melt and he has a certain tone that he uses for damn near every occasion!

Yasu prefers to keep everything in the bedroom because it allows for maximum privacy. You’ll have to make the first move if you wanna do something risky. Yasu actually has some secret fantasies believe it or not! One of them is sucking him off while he’s working on his laptop or on the phone with someone. If you do this, Yasu will be flustered and will definitely return the favor.

While Yasu will definitely NOT have sex with you in the studio, he’s not against having sex with you in the dressing room or backstage after a concert! When that happens, expect the sex to be much rougher and faster. If you’re not having sex in the bedroom, you’ll be having a quickie. Sorry!

Having a safe word with Yasu is paramount because when he gets rough, he can get pretty brutal and ruthless. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you and respects your body and wishes to the highest degree. Yasu’s favorite positions include this, this, this, and this. He also loves spanking, bondage, sensation play, and body worship. You’ll never have a complaint in the bedroom with Yasu!

The best way to ensure that Yasu will be riled up is to tease and mess with him in public. Flash him discreetly, send him naughty pics and videos while he’s out and about, give him a handjob while he’s having drinks with his bandmates while you’re at it! When you two get home afterwards, Yasu will definitely be punishing you and when he’s done with you, you won’t be able to walk properly or sit for a week!

Yasu’s aftercare is amazing and will have you purring like a kitten. He’ll sing your praises, gently massage and tend to any sore areas, and make sure you’re feeling comfortable. But that won’t stop from leaving a mark or two on you that’s visible. If anyone asks, Yasu doesn’t know what they’re talking about and keeps his mouth shut. He doesn’t kiss and tell!

It’s rare that Yasu is the sub in bed but if he’s feeling particularly exhausted, he’ll let you take the reigns and pamper him for a change. Yasu will definitely appreciate it and love you even more for it! Sometimes he needs to be reminded that it’s ok for others to give to him too! Treat each other well and your relationship will be one for the record books!

#nana #nana anime #nana imagine #nana headcanons #Yasushi Takagi #yasu takagi #bringing sexy back #anime headcanons #anime imagines #Ai Yazawa #yasu takagi x reader

[bridgestorm]

Seven Wonders at Night Raven College [Part 1]

Warning: TreyxJade, Alternate Universe, OOC

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Disclaimer:

Disney Twisted Wonderland belongs to Disney

Art and Storyline belongs to Yana Toboso

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Trey walked among the crowds alone. With piles of books and papers almost covers his sight of the hallway. He lifted up his chin and continuously said “Excuse me!” along the way. Bumped into someone in this busy day was the last thing he needed.

The clock on the hallway showed his little remaining time. One minute late and he will get scolded by Riddle, The leader of Students Executive Board, even though Riddle was practically one year younger than him.

Suddenly, Trey stopped. He felt like have bumped into someone.

Trey: “A-ah, my apologies!”

Trey was ready to accept his first scolding when instead of a loud thundering anger shout of someone, instead, he heard someone’s soft laugh. He looked beyond his books to see a tall man stood before him, with one hand placed on his piles, preventing the piles to scattered on the floor.

Trey: “Ah, it’s you, Jade. You saved me, thanks.”

Jade, smiled casually: “No problem, Trey-san. By the way, why these mountains of papers?”

Trey: “Ah, you see, the last year will officially renounced their position next week, so we need to prepare the ceremony.”

Jade: “Ah, you’re right. It slipped my mind. Then, I must excuse myself. You must be busy and I was on your way.”

Trey: “No, not at all. You helped me, even. Thank you.”

Jade: “No problem. Need a hand, Trey-san? It seems you would be bumped into someone else if this keep up.”

Trey, awkwardly laughed. “Well … if you’re not troubled, please.”

Jade: “Not at all.”

Then Jade took half of the books and papers. Most of it was from years before him, must be from their seniors.

Trey, approached Jade: “What’re you looking at?”

Jade: “Our Senpai was really awesome, don’t you think?”

Trey: “Ah, could it be … you’re interested in joining executive board?”

Jade, carrying half of the piles. “I’m afraid I couldn’t do that, Trey-san. My brother and Azul had really used me to the utmost extent.”

Trey went silent. Their walked through the corridor with no one talking as Trey recalled that it was indeed true that Jade was almost absent in every club and activities outside campus. Only in Mostro Lounge, the only official café permitted around the campus, he usually seen by. But nonetheless, rumors about him spread fast like a wildfire. Most of it was proven as a mere hogwash, from the rumor that he was the son of a mafia, he had an erased criminal records, and list goes on. None of them were proven to be true. That was why, Trey was so confused as why students avoiding him in they had a chance and always stay alert around him, while in fact, Trey was occasionally being helped by his sudden kindness like this time.

Trey: “It must have been rough, to have friends like that.”

Jade, shocked. “What?”

Trey, sympathetically turned at Jade: “If you’re ever feel tired or need someone to talk to, come to me at any time you want.”

Jade, smiled: “Ah, if that’s what you mean, then. I’ll gladly accept. To be able to receive such an offer from a man like you….”

Trey: “I didn’t know you thought about me that way.”

Jade only smiled.

Trey: “Well … it’s true that even our friends that always been by our side, has some unexpected side on them. You’ll only know that once you’re in different terms on them.”

Jade: “Ah, now you talk about that. You and Riddle-san was coming from the same town, right?”

Trey, solemnly nodded: “Yes, me and Che’nya came from the same town. But back then, Riddle wasn’t slightest like he is today.”

Jade said nothing. He listened carefully.

Trey, coughed awkwardly: “What I wanted said is, you’re entitled to slip up. So, don’t be shy to brushed them off sometimes and have a free time for yourself.”

Jade, smiled casually like always: “Yes, I’ll put that in mind. Oh, look, we’ve arrived.”

Trey, opened the door slowly and carefully: “Yes, and by the right time. Thank you, Jade.”

Jade: “You’re welcome, Trey-san.”

They went in the Student Executive Board Room at the same time. But Trey didn’t noticed the expression Riddle gave him when he witnessed him return with Jade. Only Jade realized this and even he didn’t pay much attention to it.

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Riddle: “Trey.”

Trey: “Yes?”

Their duty for today have all finished. The books, paper, and every handover documents from their seniors have already been taken care of. Only Riddle and Trey left in the room.

Riddle: “I see you walked with Floyd’s twin.”

Trey: “You mean, Jade? Oh, it just coincidence. I met him on my way here.”

Then Trey realized the troubled expression on Riddle’s face: the frown on his brows and the way he glared to the floor.

Trey: “Riddle, what’s wrong?”

Riddle: “No, it can’t be overthinking. My judgment rarely miss.”

Trey: “Riddle? You troubled that much. Don’t worry, I didn’t talk about you.”

Riddle: “That wasn’t my only concern. Say, Trey, what else did you say to him?”

Trey, a bit confused, but completely honest: “Nothing much, actually.”

Riddle: “If you didn’t say anything about internal problem of Student Executive, then it should be fine.”

Trey, mumbled: “Seriously?” He shook his head. “You didn’t think all that rumors were true, did you?”

Riddle, confused: “What rumors?”

Trey, confused. If Riddle didn’t know rumors, could it be that he spoke the truth just now? : “Well … you see … there are rumors in every generation in this campus about seven wonders of NRC, right? And this generation, Jade was part of that rumor, it seems.”

Riddle, inclined his head. The way he stared at Trey seriously made Trey think about that warning once again. If Riddle really mean what he said then …

Riddle: “Well, I can’t hear such a rumors, can I? Seeing how much of works we need to take care of every day."

Trey, awkwardly laughed: “You’re right.”

Riddle: “Still, it wouldn’t be bad if we take precautions. So, Trey, what kind of exactly rumor you’re saying? Seven Wonders … I think I heard that names before.”

Trey: “Well….”

Then Trey told Riddle all of the story behind the seven wonders. It was all around the campus in every new generations arrived. The Student Executive Board was not missed either. In one of the seven rumors said that Student Executive Board has an irrational and unusual tea party, held secretly among them.

Riddle, scuffed: What a nonsense and baseless rumor! Who said that? We have irrational tea party? How could they say—

Trey: “Please calm down, Riddle. It’s just a rumor. Most of them didn’t know what they’re talking to. And besides, out tea party never got interrupted by anyone so far, right?”

Riddle, still angry: “As I said, it never been too careful. Then, what else rumors out there?”

Trey: “Well, in this generation, they said “You’ll get eternal bad luck if you’re mess with Leech Twins”.”

Riddle scuffed again: “Another baseless rumor.”

Trey, hesitated: “Is that so?”

Riddle, then corrected himself: “You really need to be careful around Jade, but not to that extent. After all, this is educational institute. One wrong move and you’ll be expelled.”

Trey laughed hesitantly: “Though, I’m afraid our director would say things differently.”

Riddle didn’t satisfied: “You’re right….”

Then the red-haired boy looked at the clock on the wall.

Riddle: “Come on, it’s already this late. We should head back too.”

Trey, also turned at the clock on the wall: “Ah, you’re right.”

They prepared to leave and the next thing they knew, they witnessed some groups of students walk on the hallway. Some familiar faces came around.

Trey: “Ah, it’s Jade.”

Riddle, hold him in his place. His face stern: “I don’t want to meet them, especially Floyd. Let’s walk slowly.”

Trey nodded and do as Riddle said when he spotted Jade was between the familiar faces. By his sides, the other Twin, Floyd walked and smiled cheerfully. They have identical face, with slightly different features: like Jade’s sharp eyes, the hair bangs, and the position of their heterochromia eyes.

Floyd: “New students are so funny this year too! They look like horde of mackarels!”

Jade: “Floyd, watch your mouth, please. They are still your juniors.”

Floyd: “E~h? But isn’t it better to teach them some little things, like whoever they must not disobey?”

Trey, whispering sofly: “Ah, he was forced again.”

Riddle, raised one of his eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”

Trey: “There, you see. He was being manipulated and pushed again, right?”

Riddle scorned. “I wouldn’t say that if I were you.” Then he turned to the groups once again. “You need to get a new glasses soon.”

Trey: “H-huh? But my glasses were just fine.”

Riddle: “If you can’t see simple things like this, those glasses are really useless.”

Trey: “What do you mean?”

Riddle: “Just watch.”

That time, slowly, Trey heard a familiar laugh from afar. He turned once again to Jade, who slowly let out a smirk Trey never seen before. A wicked smile. Trey’s eyes widened in surprised and he almost lost his posture, but he swallowed all of his shock and walked besides Riddle.

Jade: “Scared them the moment they entered this campus? I think we’ll have plenty of moments like that later, Floyd.”

Floyd: “E~h, but straightforward is more fun, you know?”

Jade: “Fear is an important factor, indeed, but what I desired the most was chess pieces that can be used on our behalf. That’s why, first impression was very important.”

Besides him, the glasses man smirked.

Azul: “As expected from you, Jade. You understand very well. The rumors that had been spread would be our obstacle, but depends on our way to handle it, they can be our advantages at the moment.”

Floyd: “I don’t get it~ both of you always thinking the most boring way to solve things.”

Jade, laughed softly: “Not everyone had a unique and amazing way to solve problems like you, Floyd. This time, we will present Azul as the leading actors. The rumors of us needed to be taken seriously, indeed.”

Azul: “Yes, a capable senior would be fit to any juniors that just entered this campus now, shall we.”

Jade, smiled wickedly: “We should be able to get as much attention as we want if they prostrate themselves to us without even realizing it. And we will become the reliable senior for their poor unfortunate fate.”

Both of the student’s executive committee watched everything in silence.

Riddle: “You think Jade was willingly accepts orders? You should really observe people more carefully before commenting on them, Trey.”

Trey, sighed: “You’re right. I guess … it was all on me.”

Riddle: “What are you talking about?”

Trey: “Never mind … it’s just … this is different from what I had in mind.”

Riddle: “I told you, you need to buy new glasses.”

Then Riddle told him that even in their junior year, Jade was always made his skin crawl. He didn’t get to know why before, but this time it was different. He already seen another sides of Jade that Trey incapable of seeing before. Trey thought Jade was a humble, hardworking student, but that was all just façade. The truth, Jade might be responsible for some of their fishy actions. Riddle reminds him of the accident in the previous year when exam’s grade was exponentially increased but the cases of violence in campus backyard was also rocketed. That was particularly because of them too.

Riddle: “I don’t want to go near him, as much as I don’t want to be anywhere near Floyd. Sometimes, I felt like he was the one who controlling them, not the opposite, and even enjoying it.”

Trey smiled, but the smile didn’t even touch his eyes: “You speak like he was some kind of a sadist.”

Riddle: “You still think that way?”

Trey, heavily sighed. “Not anymore. Still, to have such impact, even though they are just students … who are they exactly?”

Riddle, empathically looked at Trey: “Don’t worry, once our seniors renounced, you’ll know.”

Trey, confused: “Know what?”

But then he realized, Riddle was looking at his pen, the one he placed on his chest. The special pen that marked him as a part of Students Executive Committee. The mark of special one. Special Humans.

Trey: “I understand. It seems there are so much thing I need to learn from you, Leader.”

Riddle: “I won’t be in this position if I wasn’t competent enough, would I?’

Trey laughed awkwardly. The mistakes couldn’t be undone. He was almost digging his own grave by leaking some information on his own accord. His mistakes. His weakness. And his feelings, to someone he easily trust just because he occasionally helped him. When he thinks about it again, Jade helped him with nothing big. Most of them were simple tasks like bringing him a copy of a lost paper, helped him with piles of work just like today, nothing specific.

If Trey saw on the darker side, it was as if … Jade tried to slowly approaching him. He helped in with purpose in mind. Not that mattered, though. He occasionally did that as well to some people, but feeling that himself was a different thing.

Trey: “Well … I probably need to work up more next time.”

Riddle: “What do you mean?”

Trey: “So I can catch up with you.”

Riddle: “You are done enough already, Trey. On the other hand, our new member, is the opposite.”

Azul: “Well, well, if it isn’t Riddle-san and Trey-san.”

Riddle, calmly approached. Trey realized he walked faster so he matched his speed: “Yeah, excuse us, we need to get home soon. Let’s go, Trey.”

Trey: “A-ah, Yes.”

Trey walked fast passed them. Riddle didn’t event flinched and Floyd, with his brother and Azul around, behave more accordingly towards them, unlike his free and wild usual self.

Jade: “Trey-san?”

Trey stopped midway and turned to face a smiling Jade: “Yes?”

Jade, smiled innocently: “Congratulations on becoming Students Board Committee. Look forward to you this year.”

That smile wasn’t so innocent anymore in Trey’s eyes. It was a mocking smile, directly heading towards his recklessness and easygoing attitude. Then Trey smiled to himself and looked at Riddle. He really had a long way to go than his childhood friend.

Trey, reciprocated Jade’s smile towards him: “Likewise, Jade.”

 Then, they parted ways. Jade with Azul and his twin brother, while Trey walking away with Riddle to their home. While they were walking away, Trey could feel some of his inner magic leaked and evaporated to the air, but before it vanished, it triggered something. He saw sparks of light in the night, glittering around him and flew away to Jade’s groups. There, his magic resonates and burst in blue light.

The light he never watched before.

He then remembered what his father said, that magic of humans resonates with magic from the other sides. It couldn’t be resonating with magic from humans also. It only resonating with magic from the other side: the side that not human can ever enter.

The non-human side of this world.

“Don’t worry, once our seniors renounced, you’ll know.”

Trey remembered Riddle’s word, that he would know something once he joined thr Students Committee. He, unlike Riddle, who joined a year before, didn’t know anything. But, both Riddle and he came from the same roots of world. The only reason he could thinking of when Riddle said those puzzle words was ….

Trey shook his head. He once blinded by his own judgment, he can’t be fooled twice by his blinded visions.

Riddle: “Trey, what are you doing?”

Trey, realized he was left alone, quickly catch up with Riddle: “On my way!”

This was the Night Raven College, a college in another world where two kinds of world trying to coexist. Through rumors and gossip in the crowds, the coexistence remained on the neutral side up to this day, until the day they can finally coexist on the same stage, a Committee to watched over the border of the world was needed.

Who could’ve thought that the small step of that coexistence, began with one simple accident in the middle of a night?

But that was another story, for another time.

-

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[padfootagain]

The King And You (XII)

Part 12 : Heaven Sometimes

 Hi everyone! I'm back with a new chapter for this fic of mine! I know it's been forever since I updated it (and any fic for that matter) but my mental health is not great rn, so I'm struggling a little to write. Now, that being said, here is a new chapter and I hope you will enjoy it :)

Only fluff for this one! Tooth-rooting fluff all over the place! Enjoy ;)

Pairing: Caspian x Reader

Word Count: 2534

The light was perfect. One of the reasons why you loved your flat was the view from your window, down onto the busy streets and, in the distance, the skyscrapers tickling the sky. And this afternoon more than ever before the light that came in from your window was perfect. Yellowish and yet bright. Charged in dust just enough to create rays falling onto glistening rooftops. The sky still blue was starting to turn orange around the edges, a line along the horizon that became golden.

You let out a satisfied sigh as you mixed the pigments and the oil with a brush, studying the painting you had started a couple of hours before. You still had some work to do, but the shapes were beginning to change into what you wanted to represent, the buildings now for the most part recognizable by anyone who would look by your window.

A record was playing in your living room, an old hippie music filled with soft guitar ballads that breathed of sunshine and spoke of love. Soft, calm, sunny. The music felt like the light bathing the city that afternoon. And from time to time, the soft rhythms were disturbed by shuffling sounds coming from the couch behind you.

Caspian was sitting on your sofa, he was reading one of your books he had picked up from your shelf. But he didn't seem very interested in the story, as he spent most of his afternoon watching you.

The way you moved your pencil across the canvas, and the little frown that settled upon your brow as you focused on your task, the hues staining your fingers and your old t-shirt as you made a mess, the way the light danced across your features and changed the colour of your eyes as time ran by… Yes, his view from the sofa was much more interesting to him than the piece of fiction he had selected from your collection. A dreamy smile brightened his features as he studied you, as if he were in a museum admiring an ancient statue. Not only through your beauty was he reminded of the feeling, but by the peaceful feeling that settled across his chest too. This soft and quiet peace of mind and heart that creeps through anyone who looks at a piece of art and can't look away, wondering whose hands had carved the stone to create them, or bathed the brushes in the right hues. There is a ceremonial, almost holy feeling that hovers over art pieces of that kind, a sort of respect that both draws you in and pushes you away from their world. Caspian felt exactly this way as he stared at you, like he had found the piece that moved him to his bones and yet that was unreachable, a kind of beauty he longed for and echoed through his soul, and yet he would never deserve.

You knew he was staring at you, and had it been anyone else, you would have felt extremely uncomfortable if subjected to such scrutiny, but coming from Caspian, it merely brought warmth to your cheeks.

None of you were talking, hadn't uttered a word since lunch over four hours ago, but none of you were bothered by the silence that filled the room. It was a soft kind of silence, the comfortable one that could only appear in a room filled with people in love. Affection sometimes makes even nothingness beautiful.

A few days had passed since your confession in the park, and a few more remained before you would both travel to London, but the journey ahead of you was for now out of your thoughts. For now, all that mattered to both of you was to spend as much time as you could together. To the excitement and happiness that came along a new relationship slowly coming into blossom was added the knowledge that, no matter how happy the two of you were and how right being together felt, Caspian would soon be gone. Your days together being counted, you didn't want to waste away the time you had left together by worrying. Instead, you chose to live your love for him day by day, you would take whatever the wind would blow your way in the end. For now though, you painted the street you had drawn a thousand times before with a new softness showing in every shade you chose and every stroke of the brush that you applied. Love has a way of making art better, after all.

Caspian seemed to have chosen the same path as you, and had not mentioned again the trip to London, nor what would happen there. You were both locked in a bubble that you knew would explode soon, but protected you for now.

Eventually though, Caspian stood up and walked over to your spot in the room, wrapping his arms around your frame to press your back to his chest. He kissed gently the top of your head, before resting his cheek right above your ear. His gesture made you chuckle, a grin appearing across your lips.

"Do you need something? Or are you just being clingy?" you asked with a playful giggle.

"I guess I am clingy," Caspian admitted with a chuckle of his own that made his chest vibrate against you.

"You're a hopeless romantic, that's not surprising," you teased.

"Maybe I am. Or maybe you are turning me into one. Although, I should point out that so far, you have not protested against this part of me in the slightest, and have rather encouraged it, in fact."

"What are you insinuating? That I'm as sappy as you?"

"I'm afraid so, my love."

You hummed contently, forgetting about the subject of the conversation completely as you settled more comfortably into his embrace.

"I like it when you call me like that."

"My love?"

"Hmmm… yeah, I love it."

Caspian chuckled, kissing your temple.

"Who is being a hopeless romantic now, huh?"

"Oh, shut up!"

Caspian tried to fake outrage, but could only smile instead.

You checked your watch, for the first time in this afternoon, realizing at last that time had been flying by faster than you had realized. You heaved a sigh, but put down your brush.

"I'm gonna prepare dinner, what would you like?" you asked Caspian, who tightened his hold on you as a response.

"Wait for a little longer."

"Aren't you hungry? It's quite late."

"Yes, I am. But… If you move away, it will mean that the afternoon is over and… this moment is too nice to end just yet."

You rested your hand on his over your shoulder, intertwining your fingers with his and drawing silly patterns of stars and circles over his knuckles with your thumb.

"You're right. Five more minutes, then."

You closed your eyes, and were quite certain that you had fallen asleep when Caspian moved away from you, although not without placing one last chaste and tender kiss on the side of your head. He walked over to your shelves filled with books, and seemed to be bruising across your collection. You guessed that the one he had picked earlier really wasn't to his taste, and the thought made you chuckle as you shook tenderly your head at him. You left him to his search for a better story to get lost into in favour of preparing a meal, your stomach now painful with hunger. You were almost done when Caspian came to join you in the kitchen, helping you to set up the table.

"Did you find an interesting book?" you asked as you brought the pasta dish you had prepared to your tiny table.

A mischievous and yet saddened smile appeared on Caspian's lips.

"You can say that," he elusively answered.

He was standing by the table, and by now you were used to having him not sit down before you. Some kind of extra-politeness, you guessed. He pulled the chair for you when you walked to your side of the table, and you thanked him with an amused smile while he was sitting down himself.

"Why so mysterious?" you insisted. "What book did you get?"

"Oh… huh… something about… robots? It's some kind of… machine, that… lives? Very strange but… interesting."

You shook your head at him, surprised that he would be curious about something so different from the world he knew. But then, he kept on surprising you a little more every day.

Caspian glanced at the clock up on your yellow wall, that seemed to glimmer in gold as the sun was setting, ending its course beyond the tall buildings of New York City. He heaved a sigh before speaking again.

"I should go back to Agatha's after diner, it will be quite late already by then."

"Oh… you want to go back there?"

Even if you had spent most of your time together for the past few days, Caspian had always spent the night at Agatha's, and you were fine with that. After all, it had been but a few days since your kiss in Central Park, and a few weeks since the two of you had met. And despite your time together being limited, you didn't want to rush into things either. You wanted to take things slow, wanted to simply enjoy the moments you had with him.

And maybe, despite how abundantly clear Caspian had been, there was a little part of you that still held to the hope that maybe all of this was just a misunderstanding, that perhaps Narnia, despite the odds, wasn't real at all. And then, if that was the case, Caspian wouldn't have to leave.

So you wanted to take things slow, but still, things were going so well with him, and there wasn't any denying that your new boyfriend was extremely attractive. And maybe you were ready to do a little bit more than hugging him and talking with him for hours.

Meanwhile, Caspian stared at you with a puzzled expression.

"Well… I hardly have any other place to stay."

"You… you could… stay here," you hesitantly stuttered.

Caspian considered your offer for a moment. He did want to spend more time with you, but your sofa was really too uncomfortable, and he knew he wouldn't be able to get any sleep if he had to settle there for the night. And that was even without mentioning that the knowledge of having you sleeping down the hall would make it impossible for his mind to calm down enough to succumb to slumber.

He offered you a warm smile, a little teasing, with one end of his mouth turned upright and an amused glimmer shining in his brown, almost black eyes.

"Thank you for your offer. I do have to admit that it is tempting, we would spend more time together this way. But – and I hope you don't take this remark badly – your sofa is way too uncomfortable for me to stay there all night."

He was expecting you to laugh, maybe to shyly get a gulp of your water to hide this divine smile of yours. But you didn't. Instead, you were frowning at him, as if you didn't understand what he meant.

"The sofa? Why would you spend the night on the sofa?"

It was his turn to look at you with puzzled eyes.

"Well… where else would I sleep?"

"I meant… I meant to ask you if you wanted to stay the night… with me…"

It's only by the look in your eyes that he finally understood what you truly meant. And his reaction was to fiercely blush, all the way up to the tip of his ears.

"Oh… I… I…"

"It's okay if you don't want to or… if you're not attracted to me or…"

You let your sentence suspended in mid-air to hover over the room. You were all shy now, closing yourself from him, and Caspian could recognize the signs of your uneasiness. Maybe he wasn't reacting to this the way he should…

"I… I can't…"

He took a deep breath, remembering that you were from another world. And so, he adopted a different attitude.

"Is it normal in your world? To… be this… intimate before… marriage?"

You frowned at him again, but seemed to make the same realization too that, despite the two of you getting along so well and understanding each other to such a degree, you were not from the same world, and your two societies worked differently.

"Yeah, it is… not… for you?" you asked back.

"No. No, it isn't."

"Oh…"

"It… it would be… disrespectful if I…"

"I understand. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."

"It's okay. I… I just… I don't know…"

"Caspian, you don't have to justify yourself. I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable."

You seemed to be the one who was uncomfortable then though, and you stood up to clean your plate even if you hadn't finished your dish. Caspian followed suit though, not allowing you to simply drop the subject and flee so easily.

"Y/N… I…"

"It's okay, Caspian. I promise you, it's okay. I just… I guess I feel a little stupid to have offered to take a… a new step when it's not something your people does."

You seemed fragile then, your confidence quite shaken. Caspian heaved a sigh, forcing you to stop cleaning your plate as he took your wet hands in his.

"It is not our way. But I… I want you to know that… I… you are beautiful, Y/N. This is not the problem, here. But I was raised with the idea that being this intimate with a woman one is not married to is disrespectful. And disrespecting you is the last thing I want to do."

You nodded, notably relaxing, and when you looked at him again, there was a spark of mischief shining in your gaze.

"I understand. And I would never want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable or disrespectful to you. But… please, tell me your people don't condemn cuddling, because I love your hugs too much to give up on them."

Caspian let out a laugh, although he was blushing fiercely once more. He pulled you closer to him, capturing you in this brown stare of his you had quickly learnt to recognize like home.

"I cannot say that it would be… accepted without a few rumours and judging glances but… I will happily pay that price. To be honest, I could not resist holding you even if I wanted to."

You giggled in the most adorable of ways, hiding your face in his shoulder.

And as he breathed in the scent of your shampoo, sugary and delicate that reminded him of afternoons spent walking through the gardens, with the air filled with the fragrance of wildflowers, Caspian knew that he wouldn't have any rest tonight. How could he waste any minute he could spend with you?

His back would kill him the next day, but a few hours on your uncomfortable sofa were a small price to pay to have a chance to hold you close.

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[interstellar-changkyun]

boyfriend behaviors based on their zodiac signs: monsta x (ot7)

shownu | gemini ☀️ capricorn 🌙

• at first, very difficult to read

• hell you didn’t know he liked you back until he kissed you for the first time

• you had been trying to get closer to him, being kinder, softer, more caring but nothing seemed to work

• jooheon gave you tips and encouraged you since he knew they way to warm shownu up the best

• eventually you gave up and pouted and unbeknownst to you, he noticed

• when he kissed you, you gasped and then wrapped your arms around him, since his neck was too high up for you to reach

• his strong arms held you tight

• and that’s one of the things you love about your relationship

• shownu opened up to you and you can read him more easily

• and when he hugs you, you feel safe and protected

• he’s the best hugger in the entire world and you take FULL advantage of that

• he’s also jarringly straightforward about other things, so much so you get whiplash from his confessions

• “i need you, right now, can you meet me in my studio in ten?” you gulp and nod like a lost puppy

• the members treat you like momma bear and you have no problem with that although shownu does get jealous when you dote on jooheon

• it’s a win-win for you though because jealous shownu is also a dominating shownu

wonho | pisces ☀️ gemini 🌙

• from the first time you met till the moment you confessed you both were obviously enamored with one another

• wonho was obvious and you were too

• his jaw literally dropped and you weren’t any better

• but because of time conflicts and insecurity on both ends you took your time to get together

• when you finally did it was an explosion of skinship and sickly sweet couple cliches

• wonho insisted on matching outfits and although you tried to argue you couldn’t deny his excited expression

• so there you were wearing matching pajamas being teased by the members

• as fiercely as he loved he was also fiercely protective

• he knew you could take care of yourself but anyone that even THOUGHT of flirting would get stared down and scurry away because well have you seen wonho?

• kisses you and worships your body like it’s the first time and the last time he ever will

• overall a soft and loving boy who would give you the stars in the sky if he could

minhyuk | scorpio ☀️ gemini 🌙

• minhyuk didn’t waste time in confessing to you, he quite literally swept you off your feet and asked you to date him and you were so shocked from the question and being held like bride you only responded with “what the fuck?”

• it pretty much set the tone for your relationship

• he spends as much time as he can making your dates fun and well thought out and you love that about him

• no matter how busy he is he manages to make time for you

• your favorite date was a customized escape room that had clues about your relationship, each other, and random facts about the members

• it’s one of your favorite days

• as much fun as you have on intricate dates you also love lazing around with minhyuk

• usually the members find you with your head on his chest playing with his fingers

• you love how big his hands are and how one can wrap around both of yours

• most of the time when you’re fidgeting with him it leads to play wrestling or a different kind of wrestling....

• changkyun always ends up sleeping in kihyun’s room when you’re over

kihyun | scorpio ☀️ pisces 🌙

• your first impression of kihyun was that he cared about his members like family

• that’s what drew you to him, of course his strikingly good looks didn’t hurt

• kihyun was careful about his emotions, not showing that he felt the way he did about you until he couldn’t hold back any longer

• it happened at the dance studio

• the boys had been practicing and you were waiting for them to get done so you could get dinner with minhyuk and kihyun, one of their dancers came up to you and introduced himself and started flirting

• he was handsome and kind but you only had eyes for kihyun, and kihyun clearly hadn’t taken his eyes off you throughout the exchange

• just as you were about to reject his advances, kihyun walked up to you both and nodded to the dancer, “they’re actually here for me.” the statement could’ve meant a number of things maybe even innocent but kihyun’s tone suggested otherwise

• you didn’t even notice what the guy said as he walked off all you could do was stare in shock at kihyun who was watching the dancer walk away as if staring (read: glaring) down prey

• only when he looked to you did he realize the weight of his words

• the other members had filed out, you hadn’t noticed but it was perfect because you couldn’t wait any longer

• you kissed him and kihyun didn’t hold back in kissing you with fervor

• since then you realized just how passionate kihyun was

• passion and care in everything

• his love was intense in the best way and it washed over you

• he treats you like you’re the most important person in the world and you take care of him because you know he’s too busy taking care of others

hyungwon | capricorn ☀️ pisces 🌙

• hyungwon didn’t just jump into relationships, the members warned you on multiple occasions

• but you couldn’t just stop how you felt

• every day you spent with hyungwon you fell deeper and deeper in love

• one night you were playing truth or dare with the boys and minhyuk asked a pointed question, “what’s something you want most in this world but can’t get?”

• “love” the members clowned you for the deep answer but hyungwon was only forcefully smiling, you became afraid that you had been too obvious

• it was 3 am by the time you were done playing and the members insisted you stay the night instead of taking a taxi home

• hyungwon, like the gentleman he is, offered his bed

• you declined and he insisted and you went back and forth

• the members escaped the room as you continued to argue about who deserves the bed more

• “hyungwon i care about you too much to make you sleep on a sofa” you were almost yelling at this point

• “y/n there’s no way i’m letting the person i love sleep anywhere but my bed.” hyungwon fired back and you gasped

• you almost cried because it felt too good to be true, “are you just saying that to make fun of me?” and hyungwon’s heart broke right then and there, as he saw tears form in your eyes

• he pulled you to his chest and kissed the top of your head, “i mean it.”

• since then you’ve been the soft cuddly couple the members gag at

• cuddles and naps are your love language

• hyungwon treats you like a princess and reminds you every day that you’re his one and only true love

• “nothing comes before you my love.”

jooheon | libra ☀️ libra 🌙

• jooheon made you feel at home when you met him, he made you laugh and ease up

• you can never forget the way he welcomed you into the group

• the first time you realized you liked him was when minhyuk poked his dimples and you had an overwhelming urge to do the same

• since then you’ve been an emotional mess

• jooheon makes you soft but also inexplicably frustrated and you can’t contain it when he’s rapping in the studio one day

• you and changkyun are tracking his lyrics and he records it in one go, perfect on the first try and you think he can’t hear you from inside the recording booth but you’re wrong

• “how can he be so hot and cute at the same time? why are doing this to me lee jooheon??” you groan and changkyun laughs at your despair

• you’re both shocked when you hear, “i’m sorry i can’t help it,” from the speakers and you yelp as jooheon winks at you from inside the booth

• and then after you elbow changkyun as jooheon takes his headphones off to come out of the booth, he leaves the studio so you can talk to jooheon

• suffice to say, you got to kiss his lips until they were swollen and kiss his dimples until you were satisfied

• jooheon is as affectionate as they come

• you know he’ll be grumpy if he doesn’t get his daily cuddles and kisses and you don’t mind

• jooheon loves kisses but he also loves kissing and you lose track of time in his embrace

i.m | aquarius ☀️ aries 🌙

• he’s quiet and mysterious when you first meet, but over time you break him out of his shell and he becomes your best friend

• but changkyun is impatient especially when you’re sitting laughing with the other members and his heart aches at the sight

• he pulls you into his studio, demanding you help him with a new single hes working on and you love it immediately

• you’re completely biased because it’s changkyun but you really do love his rapping

• you close your eyes and listen and when his voice gets impossibly deeper as he raps you just whisper, “holy shit.”

• changkyun hears and pauses the song, “was that in a good way or bad way?”

• “good.... very good.” your mouth has dried up completely because he’s so hot and you’re THIRSTY

• changkyun makes a pained sound and giggles before playing it again

• after it’s finished you compliment him profusely and he’s shying away from you and rolling away in his chair and asking you to stop because he cannot take it

• instead of listening you grab his wrist and pull him closer and continue and his mouth just drops open

• you don’t let go as you finish complimenting him and changkyun kisses the smug expression off your lips

• from then on you’re making out and sneaking away to the studio as often as possible

• yeah you’re young and in love and it shows

• he always wants to try new things and will do anything to please you

• he doesn’t voice his emotions but the way he treats you tells you everything you need to know

• possessive in a cute way

• but also it can be annoying when you’re running out of concealer to hide his hickies and love bites

• he just smirks and admires his work as you complain about not being able to cover it up

• “people are gonna think i got attacked by a literal wolf.”

• “hmm why don’t we match then?” he leans down to whisper into your ear and then stretches his neck for you

• you end up late to work that day

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[perriewinklenerdie]

Hand in my hand (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Open Heart, Ethan Ramsey x MC

A/N: Hello, hello, hello! We back, how we feeling, fam? Everyone alive? When I say I got thrown into the writing pit after yesterday’s chapter, I mean I was *slammed* against the wall, not the first and certainly not the last time either. So, it is a rewrite of two scenes in particular, with my own twist and added touches cause I couldn’t help myself :D

Special thanks to my friend @strawberrwess for coming up with a line in here and letting me use it <3

AO3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24471001

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Enjoy! <3

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The administrative office is strangely empty and quiet when they enter, the artificial lighting making the white of the walls and furniture even brighter. After making sure that they were alone, twice, for the good measure, Claire strode towards the desk, leaning forward to catch a glimpse of the screen. It was unlocked, there for the taking

“Is it bad that I was expecting that to be the case? Amateurs.” she muttered under her breath, causing Ethan to let out a laugh that he had to stifle. Claire sat down on the chair, clicking a few buttons on the keyboard, her eyes scanning the information before her. Ethan walked over to her side, putting his hand on her shoulder to get her attention.

“Let me, I’m more familiar with their system.” He spoke gently, their eyes locking for a brief moment when she stood up to make space for him, their faces in close proximity long enough for his thoughts to get swarmed with all kinds of images that threatened to overwhelm him and make him throw all this inhibitions to the wind and just reach for her.

Claire moved to the door, leaning against the frame, watching the hallway for anyone that might sink their mission. Meanwhile, Ethan took the seat and got to work. He combed through the files, looking for the name of the senator, but it proved to be more work than he anticipated, for his eyes kept straying to Claire. She was keeping guard, but more often than not, he felt her gaze on him, and found it incredibly distracting.

“Is there something on your mind, Claire?” he smirked, directing his attention back to the task at hand.

“I like looking at fine things, Ethan. That’s all.” She shrugged her shoulders, looking back towards the corridor. “So how often do you come here?”

“Very occasionally. I’m consulting on a research project with an immunologist which requires me to come by a few times a year, but I largely try to avoid the place.” Ethan answered offhandedly, his tone neutral for the most part, sparking up only when he mentioned his research.

“Because of Tobias?” after receiving no answer from him, she carried on. “Ethan, Tobias seems to enjoy messing with you.”

“Oh, he does. He messes with everyone, I’m no exception here.” He nodded after a moment of consideration, without delving into the memories too much.

“Even when you were friends?”

“Of course. After all, we were both troublemakers. But while I was direct with challenging my authority figures, he always was a prankster.” A ghost of a smile appeared on his face as he recalled his first med school year.

“Challenging your authority figures, huh?” Claire grinned widely, looking back outside to make sure they were safe before walking towards him. “Do you mind me challenging you, Dr. Ramsey?”

“No, as long as I get to challenge you too, Dr. Herondale, I don’t.” he looked up at her, electricity humming softly in the air around them. After a long, intense moment, he continued. “We had one particularly uptight professor with some… very outdated theories. Tobias swapped out his projector slides with rude drawings.”

“You draw?” she asked, surprised, laughing when he nodded.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Is there anything you can’t do? Actually, don’t answer that, I don’t think I want to know. Don’t burst the bubble for me.” Claire held her hand up, looking over her shoulder to check on their situation. “What kind of ‘rude drawings’ did you do?”

“What makes you think it was me?”

“Was it not you?” her eyebrow shot up in a question. He held his breath, fighting to keep a straight face, before ultimately failing and laughing warmly. “Thought so. So, what was it?”

“Some women and men in very revealing poses.” He admitted, his cheeks reddening slightly. Claire giggled, her eyes widening a bit. Nodding her head, she brushed her hand against his shoulder.

“If you ever need a model, hit me up.”

“I’m going to pretend I understood the last part of that sentence and accept your offer. Anytime, Rookie.” He mused softly, his hand moving to brush his fingers against hers, twining them for a short moment. Wordlessly, they spent the next few seconds, reveling in the quiet comfort of each other’s closeness. Eventually, they fell back into the everyday world, him going back to searching for the senator’s name on the long list of patients while she retreated to her previous spot by the door.

“Anyway, the professor did the whole two-hour lecture without one looking back to notice why we were laughing. Me? I always preferred calling him an idiot to his face.”

“Sounds like you.” she teased him, moving her weight from one foot to the other. “It also sounds like you two were having a lot of fun together.”

All he did was hum quietly, then his attention was focused solely on the task at hand. His smile fell as he sat back in the chair, confirming what they both were afraid of. “There is no Farrugia anywhere in the hospital. Are we sure June’s tip was reliable?”

“I think so… Could he be under a pseudonym? Would a hospital allow that?” Claire’s confusion was clear on her face as she walked over to him, leaning against the desk, folding her arms over her chest.

Ethan nodded, deep in thoughts. “It’s possible. But that means we need to figure out what a senator neither of us has ever met would use as an alias.”

“But it may not have been the senator who came up with the alias at all…” she trailed off, the gears in her head turning. Letting out a deep breath, she spoke up. “Okay, what do we know about Tobias? He would have been the one to admit the senator, and it seems unlikely he’d pick a name at complete random.”

“No, almost nobody would.” He agreed, leaning forward, resting his head on his hands.

“Can you think of any name that might have popped into his head? A relative, or friend, or-“

“Dwight Theodore Lewis III.” He stated firmly, a spark in his eyes. Claire shifted in her place, turning to face him more directly.

“Who?”

A smirk lit up his face when he recalled that piece of information. “It was the name of Tobias’s fake I.D. He kept it framed on his desk as a memorial to ‘all the good times’ they shared. He used it any time he needed to avoid getting in trouble.”

“Great.” She drummed her fingers against the surface of the desk in excitement. “So is there a Dwight Theodore Somebody the Somethingth in the records?”

A few clicks later, a file popped up on the screen and Ethan turned fully towards her with a wide and satisfied grin. “Room 734. That’s in the V.I.P. wing.”

“Kenmore had a literal V.I.P. wing?”

“There’s more than one reason I despise this place.” He muttered under his breath, sharing a knowing gaze with her. He opened his mouth to say something else when the voice of a woman reached their ears, indicating she was approaching them. They both froze, uncertain what to do. Not enough time to run and nowhere to hide, about to be caught.

With no warning, Ethan reached from his seat for her, his hand grabbing the front of her scrubs, and pulled her onto him. She stumbled, her knees hitting the chair, hands grabbing onto his shoulders to keep her balance. He looked up at her, eyes locking for a brief moment, and she couldn’t find a sliver of hesitation if she tried. His hands pressed firmly against her back, pushing her onto him even more, and with one, small movement from him, his lips touched hers urgently, like he couldn’t wait a second more, like he’d combust if he had to stay away from her.

The intensity took her breath away. Her heart stopped beating, only to pick up its pace the moment it came back to life, her head spinning. She twined her fingers into his hair, pulling on the strands to pull him closer, even though it was humanly impossible to do so. Their faces were as close as they could possibly be.

“Oh! Uh… Sorry!” the same female voice rang behind them, but neither noticed nor cared. Retreating footsteps were barely acknowledged, for they were far too gone. The lady closed the door to provide them privacy, making Ethan grateful, mostly because it allowed him fully sit her in his lap. He grabbed her by the hips and hauled her into the sitting position, her knees locking him down in the chair.

A soft sigh slipped past her lips when Ethan directed his kisses down her neck, moving aside his own lab coat, a bit too big and hanging loose on her body, then the material of her scrubs, to reveal the skin on her collarbone, teasing it lightly with his lips. Claire shifted on top of her, drawing a strangled groan from him.

Ethan stood up and carried her onto the desk, stepping in between her legs, kissing her like there was no tomorrow. His hands were running up and down her back, holding her in place, closely to him, while her fingers combed through his hair gently. Claire’s heels grazed against the back of his thighs briefly, preventing him from stepping away at the same time.

When the kiss finally broke, they were both out of breath and out of mind. He leaned away from her, with no enthusiasm, wanting nothing more than to dive back into her and never stop kissing her. Knowing that they both had duties to fulfil, he reluctantly moved back, though his hold on her never lessened.

“We should… We need to…” he panted as he spoke, his eyes darkened with desire. Claire nodded, grinning widely at how certain he was in all his movements.

“Room 734. Yeah.”

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Her laughter ringed in the air as her and Baz ran out of the hospital through the main entrance, not daring to look back and see if Tobias was still following them. Just then, ever the savior, Ethan pulls up in front of them, slamming the brakes. He called out through the open window.

“Need a ride?” unsurprisingly, he was incredibly smug about it. Baz laughed, throwing himself towards the back seat.

“This is just like a movie!”

“My hero.” Claire giggled, opening and closing the door to the passenger’s seat hastily. She turned her head towards the building, just in time to see Tobias bursting out of the entrance. “Ethan, hit it!”

His foot slammed on the accelerator, the car speeding away, leaving Tobias far behind them. Looking back at his form that was getting smaller and smaller, she noticed his amused smirk. “Looks like this round goes to Edenbrook.”

She then turned back around, letting out a relieved laugh as her forehead fell against Ethan’s shoulder. He looked at her briefly, a soft smile lighting up his face. Claire leaned back into her seat a moment later, her breathing evening out.

“So, did our plan work?” he asked, relaxing when the tension left him.

“Like a charm. We should be expecting the senator to join us in the hospital soon.” She grinned, her heartbeat picking up when Ethan looked at her again, his eyes softening.

The silence was comfortable, a striking contrast to the adrenaline-driven events that took place just minutes ago. Ethan kept stealing glances at Claire, Claire kept on brushing her fingers against his, seemingly by accident.

“You two can hold hands, you know?” Baz’s voice rang from the backseat, causing them to freeze in their movements.

“We don’t-“

“Why would you-“

“Oh, come on. You couldn’t be more obvious if you tried. Both of you are flushed, your lips are bruised, not that I have any idea or want to know when you two found the time to make out on a mission. So, please.” He laid it all out for them, then leaned forward, grabbing their hands and joining them firmly. “Commit to it, dammit.”

Ethan fought the overwhelming smile, tried to bite it down, but ultimately failed and just accepted it, his fingers tangling with hers. Claire nodded, catching Baz’s eyes in the rearview mirror. He winked at her knowingly, then sat back in his seat with a satisfied smile.

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[callmefitz]

HomeBound, a TTP Fic

PSA- I don’t know how to do the “read more” thing and this is a long fic so, apolgies in advance for this long post. Also I wrote this at midnight in my notes app with absolutely no editing so, read at your own risk.

Summary: It’s been weeks since the Crown Prince of the Heartlands, Prince Wensclaus ran away from home. During his absence, he’s taken a spunky aspiring knight under his wing to distract from the pain of his disapproving parents. Although, anyone can tell it’s more than that. He genuinely cares for the kid. As for his own family, however, they are not content to lose him. Featuring aro/ace future Wensclaus, a non-binary TTP OC I made named Law, and an older, wiser, but generally unchanged Joan.

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Although it’s been years since Wensclaus has been to the Hinterlands, there’s something familiar about the way the wind whips at his hair, heavy with the promise of rain. There’s something familiar about the dull, incessant roar of leaves in the breeze, and there’s something familiar about the dry crunch of dirt beneath his heels as he bites his lower lip, drawing blood as he parries and ripostes a rather impressive attack to his left side.

This place definitely had never held the warm glow of home to him, but the landscape tugged at Polaroid memories all the same.

His assailant, far more used to the northernmost elements than Wensclaus, circled at a wide radius, letting limp their wrist in exertion and dragging the point of their sword in the dirt. Their face was leveled in an annoyed glare (it was rather early). Beneath their tunic, their chest rose and fell in quick succession.

“Careful,” Wensclaus muttered, “We just had the blacksmith sharpen that.”

His adversary lept back into action, once again assuming a rather bold offensive strategy, yet left their form with much to be desired. At any moment, really, he could send them toppling on their back, but this skirmish wasn’t staged for the purpose of an expedient victory.

Although they only employed a handful of successful attacks on Wensclaus, he couldn’t help but to find himself surpised by their skill level. That, or the fact that without the rigid background of swordsman training, they were afforded the ability to combine techniques in a fluid manner without so much as a second thought. It was a skill that he himself envied.

The sparring match between the pair often drawn a crowd of onlookers, as entertainment in the Hinterlands dwindled after Barrabas returned to the Midlands. However, the mist on the plains had yet to evaporate and the cock had yet to crow, so they were alone in their back and forth dance.

Or so they thought.

Through the mist, an imposing horseback figure drew closer and closer, regarding the fight with vague curiosity. She watched the epic climax, and subsequent end, as the younger swordsperson unexpectedly threw Wensclaus off balance and tumbling to the ground.

“Do you yield,” Law said with a false air of suave.

“Ah, I’ve been bested,” Wensclaus replied in a similar play of false airs, “I yield, I yield! Spare me, lest I suffer a worser fate.”

Law laughed and held out a hand to Wensclaus and pulled him up.

“Good work with your offense,” Wensclaus praised, “Your footwork has improved greatly.”

“While yours has only grown sloppier since you’ve been gone.” The mystery spectator cut in. Her horse drew closer in the mist, and with horrifying realization Wensclaus realized it was his Aunt Joan. She dismounted and strode towards the pair.

Wensclaus gripped his sword, unsure if he wanted a fight or a reunion.

The head knight in question stood with an innate intimidating posture that made Wensclaus feel like a child again. However, that clearly wasn’t the case; Wensclaus had grown into his gangly limbs and assumed a self-assured posturer, and the constant eroding factor of time had etched wrinkles into Joan’s face and dusted Grey into her hair.

“Look, It’s the no-fun police,” Law scowled, crossing their arms, yet hiding slightly behind Wensclaus. He only sighed.

“Your fathers have been worried sick for you, Wensclaus,” Joan said softly, “they miss you terribly.”

Wensclaus kicked a stone, “Thats very inconvenient for them. I hope they feel better.”

“Wen-“

“No.” Wensclaus shouted. He wanted to continue, but he then became hyper-aware of Law, himself over seven years their senior, ducking behind the heavy mass of his cloak and gripping it slightly. He sighed. Not here.

“Can we continue this somewhere else?”

——

After a whispered argument that warmed Wensclaus’s heart but ultimately convinced him of Law’s protective yet stubborn nature, he found himself seated across the table from Joan in the only tavern in town and Law sulking outside as they waited for the adults to finish up. A daunting mug of root beer sat in front of him, which was much more interesting than the steely grey eyes of his pseudo-aunt.

“I can’t believe they sent my babysitter to come pick me up,” Wensclaus began, deciding to skip the small talk and poke the sleeping elephant with a stick. Or whatever the idiom is about.

“Wensclaus,” Joan began.

“Like, ok, they have a kingdom to run, but I’ve seen my Dad pull holidays out of his ass so we could have a vacation. They could have come themselves-“

“Your fathers did not send for me, Wensclaus.” Joan cut Wensclaus off with an impressive gulp of definetly-not-root beer. “I doubt they even know where you are. Not that they haven’t been searching, of course. As far as they’re concerned, I’m farther up North to check up on a dwarf problem your Uncle Darling is having.”

Wensclaus’s face drew up as he straightened in his booth. “Wait, then how did you-“

“It just made sense,” Joan replied, “You experienced perceived rejection and to cope you returned back to the place where you first received rejection. The little knight you found, however, was a nice touch. They’re coming along quite nicely. I’m proud.”

The explicit praise did not fly over Wensclaus’s head, “I’m that predictable, huh?”

“You’re not predictable, just human,” Joan shrugged, then at Wensclaus’s face, continued, “That’s just what Cecily has been telling me. And for the record, I’m not telling them you’re here until you’re ready to be found.”

Wensclaus leaned back in his chair and stared down at the frothy mess of his root-beer.

“They all miss-“

“It’s just hard.” Wensclaus said, without emotion. Joan remained quiet this time.

“It’s hard when, you know, everyone is talking about you, like, oh look at Prince Wensclaus! He’s like, I don’t know, in his mid-twenties, and tied down to no one,” Wensclaus laughed dryly, “His parents, they were married by age eighteen. Basically invented love and all that shit. How massive of a failure do you have to be to not love anyone when those are your role models?”

“You must be pretty fucked up.” He wiped a tear from his eye. “God it’s just... it’s so hard. I’m nothing like them and... it’s so hard.”

“You love me, don’t you?” Joan said, “And what about your Aunt Cecily?”

Wensclaus regraded Joan strangely, “Well, yeah, but not like-“

“What about your Uncles up North, Darling and Percy?” Joan continued, “Or your little knight?”

“Joan, it’s not like-“

“Your fathers?” Joan pressed, “Do you not love them?”

“I do, Joan, but that doesn’t count!” Wensclaus snapped. A few patrons across the bar glanced over. Face flushing, Wensclaus lowered his voice and relaxed his clenched fists, “That’s not the point, it-“

“You’re right,” Joan said, “The point is that you feel angry because of the high expectations inadvertently placed on your shoulders by your fathers because you’re different. But to say you love no one is so... far from the truth. Love takes many forms, and they can all be fulfilling.”

Wensclaus gave no response, instead favoring the mug in his hands than making eye contact with Joan. He was holding himself back from lashing out again.

“When I came out to my father, as both gay and a knight,” Joan began, “He tried to fix me.”

This caught Wensclaus’s attention.

“He set me up with all kinds of guys,” Joan laughed, “even a pig farmer. Enrolled me in all these classes for lady-etiquette and had me fitted for a ball gown corset. I was so angry, I ran away.”

“But you and your dad get along great,” Wensclaus said, “He’s over at your and Aunt Cecily’s cottage almost every weekend.”

“Now we get along great,” Joan corrected, “But this was all when you were very young.”

This satisfied Wensclaus’s confusion.

“I guess in the end he was afraid for me and afraid for himself,” Joan said, “Everything I was doing he had never seen done before, and that was scary. When people are scared, they do dumb things, like threaten to estrange their children.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Wensclaus asked slowly.

“When Cecily found out about what my father had threatened, she marched her little sequined self down to the pub he was hiding out in and gave him a piece of her mind,” Joan continued, “After you left, that’s exactly what I did to your fathers.”

“What?” Wensclaus finally cracked a smile, “You yelled at my dads?”

Joan shrugged, “It’s not the first time. I love them, Wensclaus, I really do, but they can be incredibly thick sometimes.”

That sobered him up, “Yeah.”

“They reacted the way they did not because they didn’t love you anymore, Wens,” Joan reaches across the table and grabbed his hand, “They reacted that way because what you were describing was something they had never seen done before, and they were scared for what that meant for you.”

“That still doesn’t make it right,” he replied.

“You’re right. It was wrong, which is exactly why Rupert has written and rewritten his formal apology to you several dozen times, so you know that in fourteen different languages that he loves you no matter what,” Joan replied, “And Amir is currently drafting legislation to nationally recognize aromanticism as a romantic identity and provide funding to revise public service announcements to include it. It was wrong of them to react the way they did, and they only thing they want in the world is to take it back.”

“Wow, I-“ Wensclaus suddenly found himself speaking through tears, “I don’t-“

“I’m not going to force you to come home before you’re ready,” Joan said steadily, “But I want you to know that when you are, there’s a place for you.”

It was embarrassing, the way that Wensclaus began sobbing in the tavern like that. The eyes of half a dozen hitherlandians landed on his shaking frame as the head knight of the heartlands held him to her chest. She ran her fingers through his hair, just like she used to when he had nightmares about the Despair. But this was so much worse, because this was not about an enemy he could defeat; rather, it was the floodgates of relief mixing with the festering hurt that had been building in him ever since he stepped foot out of the palace gates. Dimly, he was aware of the soft reassurances his aunt whispered into his ear, but in his determination to speak through his tears it all was mush.

“I want to go home,” he said hoarsely, and he felt the same relief within Joan.

—-

As the door to the tavern opened, Law jumped up from the ground and ran up to Wensclaus. However, after they took in his tear-stained face and Joan’s arm on his shoulder, they stumbled back, as if flinching in pain and disbelief.

“So you’re going back?” Law seethed, “Just like that?”

Wensclaus made brief eye contact with Joan, who released her arm from his shoulder and walked off with a nod. He returned his attention to Law and wiped his eyes.

“Yeah,” he said, “I’m going back. I can’t hide here forever.”

“But they said-“

“And they realized they were wrong,” Wensclaus finished, “I want to give them another chance before I cut them off entirely. If Joan can do it... then I guess I can too.”

His rationalization only caused his mentee to spiral further, “A-And what are you going to do, huh? Just.... leave me here?”

Wensclaus’s face drew up as an emotional knife stabbed cleanly through his heart. This scene felt all too familiar, except never from this perspective.

“No, no, of course not. No. Never. You’re going to come with me and Joan,” he said, placing his arms in Law’s shoulders in an attempt to ground them, “I mean, only if that’s what you want.”

“I won’t fit in,” Law said quietly, “It will be... weird.”

Wensclaus laughed, “I didn’t fit in either. It’s not that weird.”

In a conspiratorial tone, he added, “Plus, everyone there is weird. Just wait until you meet my Uncle Darling.”

That caused Law to smile as they held their hands on top of Wensclaus’s on their shoulders.

“Wensclaus,” Joan called out from her horse, “Little Knight.”

The pair glanced up from their conversation as Joan trotted closer.

“You coming?”

Wensclaus straightened up, leaving a hand in Law’s shoulder.

“Yeah. Let’s go home.”

#the two princes #the two princes podcast #prince rupert #prince amir #prince Wensclaus #sir joan #sir Joan ttp #the two princes fic #wens and Joan call everyone aunt and uncle because I’m a baby for the found family trope and the og ttp gang all are a family #rumir

[mrsdobrik]

Inspired by your recent chapter, which was so good!! Can’t wait to see where this is going. Could you write something where you and David have been seeing each other for a couple months and your friend from back him is in town for a week so you hang out with him a couple of times and David’s convinced you’re seeing someone else. And you haven’t made it official so he’s really mad and stressed.

YES! Let’s make him jealous! 

Y/n’s office was a mess. Her desk was covered in paperwork, there were post it notes on the walls and the phone had been ringing non stop. It was always this way weeks before the release of a new book. Yet when she saw the text from Aiden, her best friend since the age of three, saying “Guess who is in town, bitch” she couldn’t help but jump up and down in excitement. Although they texted almost every day they hadn’t seen each other in quite some time.

After a few texts back and forward she was jumping straight into his arms in the lobby of her office building. They headed to a small italian restaurant nearby and ordered a huge plate of pasta each. They were catching up when Y/n’s phone started ringing and her favorite name popped up on the screen. 

“Hey baby” David said when she picked up. “How has your day been?”

“Hey Dave!” She exclaimed back “Pretty great.What’s up with you?” 

“Not much, about to record the podcast. Wanna come over later tonight?” 

“I’m sorry, Dave, I already have plans for tonight” She said sadly, not wanting to let him down. 

“Ohh... that’s okay, I’ll see you tomorrow I guess” 

“I’ll call you later, okay?” 

“Sure! Bye”

“Bye” 

She placed her phone back in her purse and was met by an inquisitive stare from her friend. 

“Who was that?” He demanded, a smirk playing on his lips.

“That was... David... the guy I’ve been kind of dating” 

“Ohh wow, I didn’t know we were keeping secrets now.” He pretended to be offended, taking a hand to his chest. 

“It’s nothing official just yet”

“But you like him” He teased.

“Well, yeah” She rolled her eyes. 

And with that they moved on to desserts. 

...

Y/n: Sorry, Davey. I can’t have lunch today, but I’ll see you tomorrow ;)

It was the third time that week that he had asked Y/n to hang out and she had said no. Lately it seemed like she was always too busy for him. He wondered if she might be mad about something he had done what he never expected was to run into her at a small cafe near his house with another guy when she had told him she was busy. 

He could feel the green monster clouding his judgement, he felt betrayed even when he knew he had no right to. After all they weren’t official and had never talked about being exclusive. In fact he had been the one who had been stalling on making it a done deal, afraid it would get to real, afraid of bringing another girl into his very public life. Still his heart felt heavy at the sight of her eyes glimmering at another guy, of her laughter when he hadn’t been the one to cause it. 

He just got in his car and drove away, he needed time to deal with his emotions before talking to her, before saying something he might come to regret. And, above all, he needed the advice from his friends.

Later that night he sat on his couch, still trying to compose his thoughts. Jason, Ilya and Nat were there with him, sporting surprised semblances as they heard David’s recollections of what had happened. 

“Maybe it was just her cousin!” Natalie said first. “You can’t just assume she is cheating when you haven’t heard her side of the story.”

“That’s the thing Nat, even if she was with another guy there would be nothing wrong with that because I never brought up exclusivity, I never asked her if she still wanted to see other people. She has every right to go out with whoever she wants, and that just makes it worse.” David explained completely frustrated. 

“Well, then I think that’s something you have too figure out first. Do you want to be exclusive with her? Because if you don’t then you don’t have any right to be upset by what she could be doing, which you still don’t know if she is doing cause you haven’t asked” Jase contributed.

“Yes, I think I do.” David answered. 

“No, man. There is no “think I do” here. Take your time and think about it before you talk to her because you need to make sure you are doing this because you think that’s what’s right for you both and not just cause you got jealous she was out to lunch with someone else.” Ilya said. 

“You all are right, I’m going to take sometime to think about it and cool off” 

And so he did. For the next few days he really gave the idea a lot of thought before finally talking to Y/n. Finally one night he drove to her apartment and rang her doorbell. 

She opened her door in sweatpants and a white crop top. “Hey Dave! What are you doing here?” She asked pulling him in for a hug. Before he could answer he saw there was another guy in her apartment, the same guy from the restaurant was sitting on her couch with a bowl of popcorn on his lap. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d have company” He said softly, even knowing there was nothing wrong with what she was doing he felt sad. 

“Oh, don’t worry about it. Come on in! I’ll introduce you two!” She said pulling him inside her house. “David, this is Aiden, my best friend from back home and Aiden, this is David, I’ve already told you about him so...” Y/n smiled guiltily. 

“Hey, man. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Aiden said getting up to greet David. 

“Likewise” David said, his head still spinning from the revelation. 

“I know I’ve been taking up a lot of her time this week, I would say I’m sorry but I’m not.” Aiden joked. “So I’m going to head out now and I will see you tomorrow for drinks” He said ruffling Y/n’s hair leaving it all messed up and tangled. 

“Fine, but you are buying. You still owe me for that time I cheated when we were playing spin the bottle so you could kiss Marissa.” Y/n laughed. 

“That was like ten years ago!” He complained. 

“And you still describe the event as the best two seconds of your teenage years, which is honestly very sad and untrue cause we were friends back then and I know for a fact the best moment was when I snorted coke through my nose at a party when I was talking to that hot guy from the swimming team” She recalled

“Oh my god! I had completely forgotten about that! You had such a fat crush on that guy and when you finally talked to him you covered him in coke. You win that was definitely better.” He chucked. 

After that they said their goodbyes and he was off. 

“So...he’s just your friend” David asked innocently once he was gone. 

Y/n smirked and gave him a satisfied look. “You were jealous, I saw it in your face when you saw he was here.” 

“Yeah, and I had seen you two together at a restaurant earlier this week.” he confessed.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” She asked, surprised. 

“What was I to say? We never talked about being exclusive so I just assumed...” 

“Ohhh...” Y/n said kind of disappointed at the thought of him dating other girls.

“So... you don’t like him like that?” He asked. 

“No, he’s like my brother... and he’s engaged... to a girl I introduced him to” She explained. 

“Well that makes me feel a lot better, because I wouldn’t want to ask you to be my girlfriend if you are hang up on some other dude” David smiled.

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” Y/n smirked.

“Are you saying yes?” Dave retorted. 

“Well, I’m not saying no, am I?” She answered pulling him down to kiss her.

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