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[shapard]

Feather of Fate🕊️

Lucifer x Seraphim!fem!reader

Soulmate arc

You're eating breakfast peaceful (are you?) and Heaven is a big mess

In pieces

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Heaven was a big mess. 

Nothing new. 

Since you’re gone Emily feels all the pressure that was on you. All your responsibility was handed to her like a silver tablet with no refund. 

It was exhausting. And it didn’t help that Sera was also a big mess. 

She never left Emily’s side, almost like a guard dog. 

She lost her daughter because of her dirty little lies. And is scared that Emily would leave her too.

The arch angels aren’t pleased for her doing. She’s not God.

Her Image now like a Hurricanes aftermath.

No one wants to deal with her not even her own daughter Emily. 

Emily was very distant towards Sera. She doesn’t want to be near her, not after what she has done.

Your Mother sent Emily away when you fell. 

She couldn’t be there for you. She wasn’t there when the most painful thing happened to you. 

She felt ashamed, like a failure. 

You always protect her from the vicious laws of heaven. Sometimes even taking her punishments to protect her. 

And when you needed her the most, she wasn’t there. 

She can’t deny that it’s probably her fault that you fell. Taking all her misleads and getting you into trouble after trouble.

So that she can be safe. 

Talking back towards Sera in the court was the final straw. 

Sera could’ve talked to them, but she didn’t. 

She agreed because of her Image. 

To Sera’s surprise, the upper angels weren’t Impressed.

It didn't help at all.

Not even the winners want to talk with her anymore.

…

Lucifer couldn’t believe his eyes. 

You were awake! 

But not in the state he’d hoped. You were covered in your own blood and the floor was all a mess.  Ceramic was soaked in with the golden color of your blood. 

“What happened?” You didn’t answer. 

Somehow, he knew you wouldn’t answer. Falling from heaven can be quite traumatizing. He talks out of experience.

You couldn’t even keep your wings like he did, the pain must be unbearable. You were definitely not used having no wings anymore. 

You were hiding behind a Blanket, Lucifer found it quite cute and adorable how you were hiding from him. 

But it also hurt him.

Ache.

“Are you hurt?” Lucifer asked you, not wanting to scare you away. You slowly peaked above the blanket. You have to say he is quite handsome. 

“I don’t know if I can trust you.” 

The handsome man looked at you and sighed. “I helped you when you fell out of heaven. You’ve been out for a couple of days. I can help you, please let me help.” 

“Why?” Your mere whispers made his heart squeeze. 

He couldn’t find an answer to your question. 

Was he helping you because he knows how it is? 

To get thrown out of your home, getting ripped apart from the elders. Family not even sparing a glance at you. But there was something else why, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

“I know how you feel, let me help you.” You nod, you don’t have anything to lose. 

You already fell from heaven and live now in hell. Getting thrown right infront of the bus. 

Letting the Blanket fall from your back showing the man your fresh back wound. 

“Again, the back?” He chuckled, “By the way, the name’s Lucifer.” The name rang in your ear. “The Lucifer?” your voice is kind of soar. 

He snapped his fingers and with a sparkling sound a cup of water formed infront of you. Muttering a small thanks, you grabbed the cup pf water and let it slide down your throat. You hummed in approval. 

“I’m Y/n.” His hands hover over your back and he pulled the ceramic pieces slowly out of your back.

“That’s a beautiful name, Y/n.” Your name out of his mouth felt like sweet caramel. You wanted him to say your name again and again.

You smiled a bit and winced at him removing the splinters. After he pulled the last pieces out, he hovered his hand again over your back.

This time his hands started to glow in gold. His hands radiant heat, it was like a warm summer breeze. 

After a while the feeling stopped, you turned around to take a look at Lucifer. 

“You’re Lucifer?” He nods but didn’t look you in the eyes, he felt ashamed somehow. “Indeed I am.” He finally looks back at you and you beamed a smile at him. 

“You don’t look creepy at all.” That surprised him and he blushed slightly at your sudden forwardness. 

“You should rest. We’re going to talk tomorrow.” He patted your head and walked towards the exit. Giving you a final smile, he went back to his couch. 

You sighed and laid down on the lightly soaked blooded mattress. “I should at least try to sleep.”

…

You didn’t sleep well that night. 

Your back was still hurting even after the treatment Lucifer gave you. 

The blood still sticked on your skin making it quite uncomfortable to stand up. You have to take a shower.

The red Sun lighted the room red. A quick reminder that you indeed are in hell. In comparison to heaven was Hell rather cozy. It was warm and more colorful, even though the colors are very vibrant or dark. 

It was exciting. 

It’s been so long since you felt that kind of Emotions. 

Everything in heaven was the same. You must do the same and be like everyone else. You have to work 24/7, and work 9 to 5 or even worse. Not even a single break, not even for you a Seraphim. 

You worked over night almost every day for your Mother Sera. It pained you when you saw her chilling the while day and Emily flying and playing around heaven. It is your responsibility as the bigger Sister. 

Well, was to be exact.

A knock echoed through the silent chamber making you snap out of your thoughts.

A couple seconds later Lucifer came through the door. Peering inside to see if you’re awake.

“I made you some pancakes.” Lucifer nudges his sharp clawed finger into the direction of the kitchen. 

On a table you see a plate with pancakes, Ice cream and a cup of hot chocolate. He sat down on the mattress. 

His pants started to soak in the semi fresh golden blood. He shrieked and sat up looking at his pants. 

“Are you still bleeding?” He franticly searched for any Injuries on your back. “I’m fine. It’s just the blood that spilled on the bed. Sorry for that.” He let out a sigh of relief, “Let me change the Mattress.” 

He held out a hand for you to take. With hesitation you took his clawed hand. With a pull he pushed you upwards, you gasp at how fast he was moving you. 

Your legs felt like jelly, your head started to spin, and it started to get dizzy. He held you tight before you could fell. “I got you.”

Without any second thought Lucifer carried you towards the kitchen. Your cheeks redden at this behavior. 

His touch was striking you like a lightning bolt. It was a warm comforting feeling. His Arm around your waist left a tingling almost sparkling feeling. The feeling almost made you smile like a fool. 

“Thanks.” It was a mere whisper, but Lucifer heard it very clear. The weird feeling on his arm was distracting him immense, though your voice brought him back out of his thoughts. And he smiled.

Lucifer realized how long he was actually holding your waist. Retrieving his Arm rather quickly he coughed out of distraction.  “Just sit over there.”

“Lucifer?” He hummed and looked at you, the way he chewed the food made you giggle slightly.

You smelled pretty bad. You didn’t want to ask him if you could take a shower, but you have to take a shower. His gentle gaze took your worries away and made her ten times more nervous. 

“Can I take a shower?” Lucifer nods hesitant. “Of course, you can.” He laid down his food and took your hands and walked slowly towards his bathroom. 

… Time skip…

The Shower was very relaxing, even though it was kind of creepy to know that Lucifer was waiting behind the door. 

The food was hellish good, heaven could never. 

In heaven it all tasted the same, very blunt and no emotions in it.  

Lucifer took your plate and cramped his sleeves up to wash your plate. You followed his swift movements and how smooth he washes them. 

It amazed you somehow, washing dishes isn’t something Interesting but how he washes them is just different. 

Then you saw it, his mark. Suspicious Identical like yours. Please no. 

Somewhere in Heaven:

Sera sat Infront of a U-shaped table looking up at none other than the arch Angels themselves. “Sera.” A rather deep voice said making her jolt in her seat.

“Michael.”

A/n: I know this chapter is kind of boring but trust me. It’s going to be good.

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ᴀ/ɴ: HERE I AM WITH ANOTHER SAM SMUT! I seriously don't know what happened here, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless. Just a small disclaimer: don't go around hitting people, kids. Use your big words for big emotions!

Thank you for your time and all your love!~

PS: bonus points to whoever finds the tiny easter egg.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam (SDV) x afab!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 4045 words.

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: weird, drunk guy hitting on the reader. Sam getting protective and physical. Guard dog Sammy. Mentions of blood, the taste of blood, and bruises.

Cowgirl position, making love bites, dirty talk, cream pie, Sam is a little obsessed in his fuck-drunken mind, cock-piercing, pierced tongue.

Believing in Sam had always come naturally to you. The moment he showed you his guitar and the way he could handle it, you knew he had potential. That is why you never minded coming to his band practice; you enjoyed cheering him on, giving his cheek a kiss after each session and smiling at him, praising him in a gentle voice.

Sam loved having you as an audience. Everything about you made him want to be better. He taught himself your favourite songs, just so he was able to see your face light up when you recognized the melody. Sharing his passion with you was easier for him than with anyone else. At first, he had thought your personality was the reason for that, but when you kissed his cheek after one of his practices and the first thing he had felt was the wish that you would kiss his lips instead, he began to consider that there perhaps was more than just the trust he showed you.

After all, whenever Sam had doubts, he would come to you.

Whenever he didn’t know what to play, he would come to you.

Whenever he felt like he had to show someone a new song he taught himself, he would come to you.

That is why no one was surprised that he would come to you once his band had landed its first gig in Zuzu City. Blue eyes glistening with excitement, his whole body trembling while he tried to refrain from jumping up and down as he relayed the news. You laughed with him, hugging the blond tightly to your chest. “I knew it was only a matter of time,” you told him. And he believed it.

That was also the reason you stood in front of a stage in Zuzu city, wearing your most adorable outfit you knew was one of Sam’s favourites, given the way his gaze lingered whenever you had it on. In fact, he had given you the expected reaction when you had stepped up to the bus; first squishing you to his toned chest, just to stare once you had pulled away. His voice had been hoarse as he complimented you, telling you that you were an absolute beauty tonight. You had smiled at him, your fingers running through your hair as you leaned towards his ear just to whisper some words that would spin around Sam’s head for the whole ride. “You look deliciously hot as well, Sammy.” 

Deliciously hot, huh? He had never heard you call anyone else like that. Did that mean something? That was entirely possible, wasn’t it?

The way you stared up at him while he was on stage definitely made him wonder. But he was not innocent, either, because he stared right back. Each song he announced, he announced for you. Each special solo was dedicated to you. Each look with hooded “fuck me”-eyes that seemingly danced over the crowd was dedicated to you. To Sam, this whole fucking show was for you. And you drank it all up.

In fact, you were enthralled enough you didn’t even notice the guy who pushed up to you as Sam thanked the crowd. All that mattered was Sam, and his voice whispering a good night to the crowd. His blue eyes landed on you again, and you took the chance to smile at him, blowing him a kiss.

“You alone here?” a voice next to you suddenly slurred over the noise of the crowd, which meant that its owner must have been incredibly close. You turned your head slowly, meeting a guy’s face. He seemed drunk already, and the grin he gave you certainly wasn’t one of good intentions. You cleared your throat and took a step back, scratching your neck. “No, no really.”

“Huh, that’s smart for a pretty girl like you.”

 You gave an awkward smile, not wanting to tempt the stranger into attempting any further conversation as you turned around, trying to make your way to the bar. You had exchanged two sentences, and you were already desperate to escape the situation.

You were able to make it to the bar and ordered a drink that you could down before finding Sam, when suddenly, a hand landed on your hip, using the leverage to spin you around. A gasp left your lips, your muscles tensing when you saw the drunken man again.

“Hey, I wasn’t done talking to you. Somebody should teach you manners.”

You grit your teeth, trying to squirm free of his grasp. His hands were sweaty and felt uncomfortable – disgusting - even through the fabric of your clothes.

You had never been in a situation like this, not in all the years you had lived in Zuzu. Your eyes trailed to the stage automatically, trying to make out the blond hair. Maybe he would catch your gaze and-

“I am talking to you,” the voice snarled, making your attention snap back to him. His hand was still on you, and you wanted to get it away from you.

“Fuck off,” you hissed, squirming again and finally being able to get rid of his hand.

“That is no way to talk to someone. Especially for a pretty girl like you. Maybe I should take you home and-“

“Didn’t you fucking hear? She told you to fuck off.” A familiar voice, a voice that felt safe.  Sam had emerged from the crowd, pushing past the guy to stand next to you.

“And who are you?”

“Her fucking boyfriend. Also telling you to fuck. Off.”

One of the blond’s arms was quick to snake around your waist, pulling you into his side with a quick tug. Again, a hand was on your hip, but this time you felt much more comfortable. Much better.

The happy glint that had been in his eyes while he was on stage had vanished and was replaced by something dark. Something you had never seen cloud those pretty blue eyes before. It almost seemed possessive.

The stranger cleared his throat, and for a moment, it seemed like he would retreat without any other word.

But then, everything went down fast.

“Fine. No one wants a cheap slut like you, anyways.” The drunk man hadn’t even finished spitting on the ground in front of his feet before a fist connected with his jaw. Sam, the man who played the SpongeBob theme song when bored and loved the minions had thrown the first punch, and a good one at that. The sheer power behind it made his opponent stumble backward, the blond using the opportunity to now step in front of you.

“Don’t. You. Call. Her. That!” he growled, his fist already lifted for the next hit. The guy, despite the level of alcohol that he probably had in his system, was fast, though. He shot back up and allowed his knuckles to meet Sam’s face, but his aim was off. His head knocked with a light cracking sound to the side. You let out a loud gasp, and desperately tugged on the man’s shirt, trying to get him away from your harasser. “Sam. Come on. Let’s go.”

But Sam had started something. And he would finish it. You were absolutely shocked as he aggressively shoved the guy, who now had blood on his knuckle. He used the distraction he had created to hit his face again, this time sending him to the ground with a grunting sound. Trying to defend himself while falling he scratched Sam, but it seemed the guitarist didn’t even mind. Instead, he straddled him and gripped him by the collar of his shirt, staring right into his eyes.

“Never. And I mean fucking never touch her again. I will find you. I will break your hands and shove them so far down your throat they will come out of your ass again.”

“Sam!” You cried, which finally got his attention. He let go of the shirt, dropping him in his own spit, giving the pathetic figure a snarl. Without another word, Sam gently took your wrist, leading you toward the backstage area where he had gotten ready. Once he finally turned around to settle you on one of the chairs, knelt down in front of you to make sure you were okay, you could see what the impact had done to him. His carefully styled hair was a mess; there were scratches on his cheek, and his pretty pink lips were busted open. You found it pretty unfair that he had just gotten into a fight and still looked hot. Maybe even hotter.

“Are you okay? What a disgusting-“

You couldn’t help but stare at his lips. They were so pretty. And he had gone all out just to protect you. You just had to kiss him, didn’t you?

You couldn’t resist anymore, your hands grabbed at the back of his neck and pulled him in. The blond winced at the sting when your lips collided, but by Yoba, did your hands feel good against the heated-up skin of his neck. He would have been stupid if he hadn’t kissed back; and who was he to deny your tongue entrance to his mouth, anyway?

It would have been a shame if he didn’t suck on your tongue like a desperate man, and fuck did your lips taste good.

Blood and saliva mixed together, but you didn’t seem to mind. In fact, you let your hands trace through his hair, giving a few blond strands a soft tug. Sam grunted, getting on his long legs without breaking the kiss, allowing himself to drop down on the sofa while pulling you towards him. You took the chance and straddled him, only pulling away to kiss down his jawline.

“You know how long I have wanted to kiss you?” The guitarist murmured, allowing his head to dip to the side to give you more access. “Ever since you first played that stupid song to annoy Sebastian and Abigail,” you answered bluntly, kissing down his neck. You knew Sam’s face would bruise up tomorrow, so what were a few more? You wanted this fucking man.

Fangs sinking in the flesh of his neck, you sucked on the newfound redness, shiver running down your spine when you heard the deep groan rumble through his chest. Feeling you react to the sound he made gave him a sudden boost of confidence, large hands trailing down your back just to grip the flesh of your ass with both of his hands. He gave it a good squeeze, not being able to help himself but moan. You felt so good already, and you weren’t even undressed.Yet.

“Sam…I…Fuck, I want you.”

That certainly was an understatement by now. You needed Sam. Given the pulsing you felt beneath you, you were pretty sure you would get what you needed, though.

His fingers were now clawing at your butt as he pulled you in closer, his busted lips smashing into yours again. This time he didn’t even flinch at the feeling; this time he was nothing short of greedy. Shoving his tongue past your pearly whites, he explored your mouth, trying to get to taste more of you. You moaned for him when he sucked on your tongue again, his piercing rubbing against the muscle. The heat that had begun pooling between your legs made you shift around his lap, only to be rewarded by the blond bucking up his hips in an attempt to chase the feeling. Both of you moaned into one another’s mouths, and you were sure you had never craved something this much in life. Sam’s hands had left your butt now, fingers working on unbuttoning your pants. His fingers were skilled, so the small button keeping the shorts together definitely wasn’t much of an obstacle. In fact, you could feel his fingers toying with the waistband of your panties faster than you could blink. Not that you minded. Quite the opposite; while still enjoying Sam’s tongue dominating yours, you lifted your hips so he could pull down the fabric that separated his slender fingers from your heat.

“That’s a good girl,” Sam cooed in your mouth, making you moan quietly. How could a man have you so wrapped around his finger without even touching your pussy yet?

That quickly changed when the calloused pad of his index finger found your clit, gently nudging the hardening bundle of nerves. “So wet for me already, aren’t you?”

You nodded, your brain not able to produce words that would even come close to explaining that he would be able to make you just as wet by only getting naked.

Your hips rutted against his finger, and in turn, his hardening cock. The blond sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, the need to get you naked and feel you against, scratch that, around his drooling dick growing in the pit of his stomach. But Sam, ever the gentleman, instead allowed his finger to slip through your folds, circling your needy little entrance with ease before dipping in just the tip.

Your reaction was immediate. You arched in your back and tried to press down your hips to coax him in a little more, but Sam, staring at you in absolute awe, removed his finger whenever you attempted. How could one person be so hot? How the hell could he have gone so long without touching you?

“Sam, please. Give me something,” you begged, licking your lips as you looked down at him. Sam, giving you a toothy grin, finally gave in and pushed a single finger inside of you, enjoying your lip being dragged in between your teeth to keep yourself from moaning his name out loud. His finger thrusted up inside of you, and just to give you a better idea of what was awaiting you he bucked up his hips.

The blond took his time, only adding a second finger after you begged him to, scissoring them within you to coax out more of the moans that sounded like music to his ear. He himself had to dig the nails of his other hand inside of the couch to ground himself enough as to not whimper and moan just from touching you. However, when your hands set into motion to remove your shirt and bra, allowing those fucking pretty tits to bounce free, it was game over. A low moan left his swollen lips as he stared at your chest, shamelessly ogling them. You could have sworn you saw his tongue loll out of his mouth, some drool dripping from the muscle, but a third finger stretching your drooling cunt distracted you.

“Sam, please. Can I ride you? Pretty please.”

He was dreaming, probably. Or he had smoked too much weed and was imagining this; how else could this be happening? But your hips rutting against his fingers that were coated in your slick were telling a different story. And even if all of this wasn’t real, he would enjoy it while it lasted.

“Sam? Please, baby. Please let me ride this cock…Fuck, you are so hard already. I can feel it through your pants…”

The whine that left you when he removed his fingers from you absolutely tore his heart into shreds, but he needed to free his dick. Otherwise, it would have ripped his pants apart, given that pretty begs that left your sweet mouth oh so easily.

He shifted you around in his lap, pulling down his pants and boxers just enough for his erection to spring free. The skin was hot, and you just had to gawk at him. Sam was big and girthy. And at that-

“You got your dick pierced?” You whispered, but it pretty much sounded like a whimpered moan. The blond grinned a little, tongue trailing over his teeth.

“Mhhhm…You like it?”

Fuck. You could have had an orgasm on the spot, by doing nothing else but imagining the pierced tip to bully into you.

Sam opened his mouth to tease you just a little more when he suddenly felt your fingers wrap around his shaft, guiding his drooling tip to your entrance. He was absolutely hypnotized, watching his tip kiss your sloppy hole and the way your thighs twitched. “Fuuuuck…” he breathed as you allowed the tip to enter you. You were insanely wet, and your cunt greeted him with another gush of juices.

The blond decided he could have died right then and there and his life would have been complete; that was at least what he thought until you pushed and pushed and pushed. He just couldn’t take his eyes away from his dick vanishing in your desperate pussy, centimetre by centimetre. His mouth was hanging open, and now you definitely could see his tongue hanging out, his chest heaving and falling quickly as the man who had fearlessly thrown punches before was now whimpering for you.

You yourself weren’t in much better shape.

The metal pushing against your wall the more you sat down on him; his sheer length splitting you open, it all had you a babbling mess. Telling him how good he felt, how big he was, how much you had wanted this. Sam’s hands were pawing at your hips, visibly straining himself from not just fucking into you, fucking everything he couldn’t say right up your cunt. But you needed a moment, he knew by the way your walls clung to him, the way you shifted around. You were so fucking precious, and he wanted you to know. His lips trailed along your neck, sucking onto your skin once he found your collarbones. His finger had taken its place on your clit again, flicking the bud gently as his blue eyes peered at you again. His eyes had the same look in them as they had before, just this time they were also filled with silent worship. This look alone gave you to strength to lift your hips, just to drop them down, allowing him to bottom out inside of you again. The two of you moaned in unison, and for some reason, you couldn’t imagine a life without this dick anymore.

Your hips rutted back and forth as your lips found Sam’s again, the kiss you shared desperate and wet. But neither of you cared as moans spilled from your connected lips. His pre-cum was mixing with your wetness, causing sloppy sounds whenever your walls completely wrapped around him. “You are so fucking pretty on my cock like this, baby. Does it feel good, huh? Like me filling you up? Like bein’ my good girl?”

You wanted to answer, you really did. But your open mouth only let moans of his name pass, so you resorted to a quick nod. You placed your hands on his arms, nails digging into the flesh as waves of pleasure hit you with every single movement of your hips.

“S…Sam,” you rambled, head thrown back. You started to full on bounce on his lap again, your tilted back position allowing him a full view of those jumping tits of yours. They were simply too hard to resist; his head dipped down and placed kisses all over the heated-up skin until his lips finally caught on of your nipples. He eagerly sucked on it, his hand carefully squeezing the other. Couldn’t let one of these pretty tits go without attention now, could he?

The breathless moan that entered his ears stimulated his brain in a way he couldn’t describe. Something feral was awoken within him; the events of the night flashing in front of his inner eye. You were his now, right? His pretty girl, and he needed to show you just that. His hips snapped up quite automatically, while his mouth switched to the other nipple. His finger was still massaging circles into your clit, making your vision go blurry.

Sam and you hadn’t ever done as much as hug, and still, he knew exactly how to touch you. Your nails this time found his chest through his shirt as you tried to keep up with the fast pace he had immediately picked up, your whole body bouncing with his tip bullying up into you whenever you sat down on him. His piercing was rubbing against your walls, massaging them just like they were sucking off his dick. You were pretty sure you had never been this wet before, and you were even more sure that Sam’s crotch was drenched by now.

Sam apparently tried to break you apart as his hips kept snapping up at a rough pace, neither caring about the droplets of wetness falling from your cunt, nor about the way he was whimpering and begging for you with his voice.

The sounds that his vocal chords produced became more high-pitched as his dick twitched and pulsed inside of you. His cock abused your cunt, and you were all for it. Honestly, you would have cried if he wasn’t fucking you like his name was written all over you.

Your orgasm was nearing, you could feel it tickling every nerve of your body, giving you the feeling you had to pull away. But he just felt so perfect. So right.

Trying to voice your nearing orgasm was definitely harder than you had expected. All that you could come up with was his name again. Your tongue felt heavy, like you were drunk. And in some way, you were. Drunk on his dick, his smell, the feeling of his tongue and mouth messing with your tits, him.

Sam didn’t feel much different. He could have sworn that he was about to burst at the seams. You felt heavenly, delicate, and yet like you needed to be pounded into oblivion. He just couldn’t get enough of your tits in his face, of the way you sounded. You were his favourite song now.

“Gonna cum, princess,” he breathed in the valley of your breasts, holding onto your waist to help you pick up your pace. You were sobbing his name as you felt your orgasm tearing at your insides. You wanted to warn him, you really did, but the cry that left you reached your tongue faster than any words – it was unholy. Lewd, and desperate, full of arousal as your orgasm made your body quake.

Your body was shaking on him, the release you felt paralyzing you, and yet it only turned Sam on more. His hips fucked into you ruthlessly, metal of his cock piercing bumping along you as his tip kissed your cervix.

“FUCK!” He snapped, teeth sinking into your tit as a violent orgasm made his cock twitch, spurts of cum painting your walls white.

But that wasn’t enough for Sam. He needed it deeper. He needed you to feel it on your way home. In bed. With heavy breathing, he put his feet on the couch and while holding you down, fucked up into you.

Strained sobs left your lips as your sensitive cunt was abused so mercilessly, but those whimpers that filled the room and came from those beautiful lips; they almost made you beg for more.

The blond only stopped when his hands on your waist began to shake, just like his legs. His thrusts became sloppy and less precise, hips stuttering and losing force until they completely halted. The two of you sat in silence, your head on his shoulder while his arms held you close and secure.

It took you several moments before you shared a silent gaze, your lips meeting in another kiss. This one was much slower, sweeter, even. You still could taste the blood on his tongue, and you still didn’t mind.

When you pulled away, you could see that Sam looked even more beaten now. The scratches had swollen just like his lips, and a bruise was starting to form on his jaw. His neck just looked as bad; love bites scattered all around the pale skin.

The blond’s hand reached out to gently tuck a strand of your hair back, a smile tugging on the corners of his mouth.

You gave a shy smile back, sighing slowly.

“You shouldn’t have fought with someone because of me.”

Sam snorted, shaking his head.

“For you? I’d happily get beat to smithereens.”

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[jungwonie-bae]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ secret admirer ˚.♡

Jake x fem!reader

genre- fluff, he fell first, she fell harder trope lmao, friends to lovers

word count- 2.3k 【2387 words】

warnings- awkward jake and clueless reader kissing, and shy reader

—a little someone keeps dropping off little gifts into your locker..

a/n- I wrote this on my phone so it had a lot of errors I think sorry .·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

Oh? For the third time this week, there’s a note in your locker. You open it, and the little paper has chicken scratch handwriting saying, “you’re so pretty today,” with a messily drawn heart. You smile to yourself, wondering who could’ve slipped this into your locker.

“ooh~ Your secret admirer again? I wonder who it could be~” eunchae teases. You look behind you to see eunchae looking over your shoulder at the note in your hand.

“It’s probably a prank right?” You question. “Come on, let’s go to the cafeteria now. Let’s buy some snacks after!” You loop your arm around hers and you both start walking towards the canteen.

—

When the both of you are at the vending machine, a shadow looms over you. You turn around slowly, and jump a little in your spot. Why was he so close? You back up a little, but he walks forward to you again. It’s jake, the popular guy that his so handsome that his face glows every time he walks into a room. Everyone loves him, he’s a teachers pet and is friends with almost everybody.

“oh hi Jake.” You say. He was really easy to talk to, from experience from a project you both worked on together in the past.

“uhm- hey.” He nervously chuckles. “I just wanted to give you this.” He hands you a soda, and walks away. “thanks…” you mumble. You have forgotten about eunchae next to you, that squeals. You jump in surprise, and look over at her.

“he could be your secret admirer! Doesn’t it make a little sense?” She squeals. You think for a bit.

“there no way jake likes me. We don’t even talk! Plus, he’s so popular with the girls. I could never be the one that he likes.” You defend. She just wiggles her eyebrows and says, “there’s still a possibility.” Then she wraps her arm around your shoulders and the two of you walk back to class.

before class, you put your drink into your locker. Then, you notice it’s your favorite sparkling peach juice.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

the next morning, as you go onto the bus, you plug your earbuds in. You choose one of your favorite songs, and watch the scenery outside. You were so distracted by your music, that you don’t even notice that Jake had sat beside you.

“good morning y/n.” He chirps, as you remove your earbuds. “Morning.” You say back. You two make small conversations until the bus arrives at your stop. You two wave at each other before going to your assigned classes. You think nothing about it, even though Jake had only stuttered around you, and you never noticed the slight blush on his cheeks whenever you complimented him.

he on the other hand, was talking to his friends about how he finally had a normal and long conversation with you.

—

When you had told eunchae at lunch, she squealed so loud that all heads turned to her. You had to send apologetic smiles to everyone. You see Jake walk into the cafeteria, so you wave. His friends go ooh, but you didn’t pay attention to that.

once you leave with eunchae to grab your water bottle from your locker, you see something sticking out. You hurriedly run to your locker to see what the item was. It was a tag. You open the locker door, and there you find a fluffy dog plush. Your eyes soften once you see it, and you hug it to your chest. This person really knew you, huh.

“it’s a new gift!” Eunchae squeaks. You nod and touch over the plush’s nose. You think it’s adorable, but then you look over at the side, and see a note. You quickly grab it before eunchae sees it.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick. I’ll be back in a second!” You say. You run off, and quickly hide in a stall. You open the note, and it says hint of who it was.

This puppy plush looks like me a bit! (from what my friends said) I hope you enjoy the gift <3

You stare in awe at the letter, and quickly fold it back up. Who looks like a puppy? Do you know them? You stuff the note into your pocket and run back out to go with eunchae. You don’t want to make things too suspicious.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

the walk to the bus stop was quiet. That was until a guy shouting your name broke the silence. You turn around, and see Jake. You wave at him, and pause so he can catch up to you. “Yeah? What’s up?” You ask.

“I just want to talk to you. Also my bus ride is going the same way.” He states, while panting. You blush at his words. Wait blush? No, you don’t like him like that, right? The both of you talk and talk, and you found out you and him had a lot of things in common. You surprised each other with your similarities. On the last few minutes of the bus ride. You stared at him. He played on his phone, concentrated on his game.

now that you think about it, he looks a little like a puppy. Could your secret admirer really be him?

Jake could feel your stare, and heat crawled up his neck and face. “Why are you staring at me?” He asked, turning to you. You quickly look away.

“oh-” quick!!! Make up an excuse! “uh there was someone that you looked like, and I was trying to think of who it was. I probably zoned out while thinking. Sorry.” You sheepishly smile. he nodded, and his focus went back onto his phone. You not the other hand, was super embarrassed that you got caught staring. You really didn’t mean to stare for that long.

—

a few weeks after you received the puppy plush, you always had Jake on your mind. Why? Because you figured that you actually liked him, though it was only a possibility that he was your secret admirer. You kept thinking about eunchae words, and how they made so much sense.

Jake did look like a happy puppy everywhere he went, and his friends would tease him every time you would walk past. You’ve never thought about any of these things.

today is Saturday, so you made plans with eunchae to go to the mall. She would then go to your house, and you two would talk about any new gossip you heard about, all night.

While you were getting ready, you get a text. You think it’s eunchae saying when she’ll pick you up, but it was from Jake. Jake rarely texts you.

Jake- hey y/n

Jake- do you want to hang out today

you quickly call eunchae. She picks up almost immediately, and asks what’s up. You tell her that Jake wants to hang out, and she quickly says she’s coming over. “But what about our plans?” You ask.

“don’t worry about that, this is Jake we’re talking about!” She excitedly says. “I’m coming over to help you by the way! Text him back that you do want to hang out!” Then she hangs up on you.

You go back to jakes texts.

you- yeah ofc

you- where do you wanna go

Jake- uh can we meet at the movie theater

you- yeah I’ll get ready just tell when we meet up

Jake- how about 2:30?

you- yeah sure

you screenshot the message, and send it to eunchae.

Now there’s a knock on your door. You let eunchae in, and she runs to your room. “Your not wearing… that.” She says while pointing to your outfit. It’s just jeans and a plain shirt. She rumbles through your closet, and throws a few outfits on the ground.

You try a few on, and none seem to match. Just then, there this one dress you’ve never worn before. Eunchae finds it and gasps. “You need to try this one!” She hurriedly presses it towards you.

when you try it on, you feel.. not yourself. The dress it pretty, and you feel pretty in it. And when you come out of the bathroom, eunchae is in love. She does your makeup, and picks out your shoes.

it not too fancy, and hugs around your waist just right. Your happy with eunchae decision, and you kiss her cheeks goodbye. She shouts a “goodbye! Have fun!” behind you. You hold your purse (or bag), and head out; not before texting Jake that you’re leaving the house.

once you arrive, you look around. Where was he? He wasn’t anywhere to be found. You walk into the theaters lobby, and look around again. No Jake.

Just then, a pair of hands cover your eyes, and a familiar voice says, “guess who~”

you gasp at the sudden gesture, and decide to tease him. “Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe sunghoon?” The mention of his best friend on a hang out of just the two of you, makes his smile drop. You turn around and giggle. He lights up again at your laugh, and the two of you buy tickets. When he looks at you, he just says “nice dress.” But he can’t stop staring. You don’t really catch on, but your know eunchae had picked the right outfit.

You want to split the cost, but he insists on buying. You two fight over who’s paying for a few minutes, and eventually he slides his card when you look into your bag. You whine at him, obviously disappointed. He just pats your head, and thought both walk into the movie theaters. You blush hard at the sudden action.

not far behind you, the old woman at the counter says, “what a cute young couple.” You hear it as a whisper, but don’t correct her.

—

as you reach for the popcorn, Jake sees the opportunity. He pretends to also reach in, so your hands touch. You don’t see it coming, and you look over at him flustered. You quickly pull your hand out, and put it on your lap.

you don’t even notice the jake was staring at you after you touch hands. A few minutes later, a slightly bigger hand touches yours, and links your hands together. You look at Jake who avoids eye contact, and he clears his throat. You smile and put your other hand over his. You run your thumb over it soothingly.

Jake doesn’t know where this boldness comes from, and neither do you. You two just stick with it, and hold hands even out of the theater. You never want to let go, a neither does he. You hand fit almost perfectly into his, as if it was meant to be.

As the two of you walk out, you see a little photo booth. “Oh! Look! Let’s go take some pictures!” You exclaim. He follows after you like a lost puppy, and you pay for it first.

the first pose is just peace signs, and the second pose is making random silly faces. The third pose, he wraps his arm around your shoulders, and your arm goes around his waist. You lean your head on his shoulder and his head is on yours. The fourth pose is in the same position- but Jake kisses your cheek.

your really surprised at his actions, and cover your face in embarrassment. You were blushing so hard. Slowly, you’ve fallen deep. So deep, you can’t get out of the hole you’ve made.

He removes your hands from your face. He holds them in his. You would be lying if you said you weren’t flustered. The two of you get the photo strips, and see which one looks good. Jake looks over at you, and blurts,

“Y/n, I’m your secret admirer.”

you look up at him in disbelief. “You? Oh-” you gasp, “really?”

“really. Y/n, I’ve liked you since the first year of high school with you. When I saw you were my partner for the history project, I tried to be natural. But I fell more for you. I can’t explain how much I like you. Please don’t reject me. I’ll treat you good and be the best boyfriend, I promise.”

You stare at him. Your eyes soften at his speech. And then you smile. “Jake, once I saw the gifts, eunchae thought it was you. I always keep them safe in my drawer. As for the puppy plush, I keep it on my bed. You do resemble a puppy.” You giggle. “Jake, I like you too. I could never reject you. I will also treat you well and be the best girlfriend you can ask for.”

He smiles so big, and then pulls you into a big bear hug. The two of you walk to a bench, and talk for a while. There’s a comfortable silence. Jake looks at you, and starts leaning in suddenly. You do the same until your lips touch his. You lips mold perfectly with his, and his mold perfectly with yours. There are fireworks in your stomach exploding with happiness. Once you pull away, he smiles at you, and pulls you into his arms. You watch the sky, and how the clouds move slowly. He whispers into your ear, “I love you.”

Jake was your happiness and you were his too.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

bonus!-

Jake walks you home that night, and you exchange goodbye kisses. You hug him goodbye, and walk into your home.

“soo how was it?” Eunchae asks out of nowhere. It jump in surprise, as you have forgotten eunchae was staying over. You look over at her a smile ear to ear.

“it was amazing.” You tell her you would take a shower first before spilling everything.

The two of you do face masks , and you spill everything that happened. In the middle of your story, you get a text.

jakey <3 - I love you, goodnight ❣️

you show eunchae, and you both squeal. “I finallly have a boyfriend now!” You say. Eunchae laughs with you. You respond to Jake a few minutes later.

you- I love you too, sweet dreams 💗

When jake reads the message, he kicks his feet in the air and hides his face into his pillow.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

a/n- sorry guys you can imagine the rest 😍

Thank you for reading!! I got a bit carried away.. I literally write fanfics every week, so make sure to look forward to them 😡 okay byeee ly guys and stay safe <3

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Wasted 10

Warnings: drug dealing/use, violence, noncon, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far.♥♥♥

The other girl in this one is from Black Light

Part of The Club AU

You stopped being surprised by men a long time ago. So it hardly fazes you when Bucky sends a picture of a tackily short red dress with the caption, 'make sure you show some ass for my guy'. You roll your eyes but find something suitably similar. A darker shade but just as short; just as demeaning.

You do your make-up and grab a light jacket and your purse. You have the address and upon Googling, you find it's for a rather upscale restaurant on the far side of the city. The area code well outside your bank account's depth. You can spare some of your cut for an uber.

Your vigilant as you sit silently in the back seat. As you approach the restaurant, you look up and down the street, and across it. You're not stupid. It feels like a set-up, more than just a date, but you see no other way to get this jerk off your back.

You step out and strut across the pavement. You pull out your phone and re-read the message; 'reservation under Rogers'. Great. You're really not feeling this.

You enter and greet the hostess curtly, giving her the name for the table, and waiting with your hands folding around your purse. She offers to take your coat and hand it over, happy to shed the extra layer. She leads you along the bar and towards the back of the place. You take in each face, perusing all the seats, searching for that slimeball. Bucky is nowhere to be seen. That's hardly a comfort.

As you approach a booth, a figure slides across the seat and your eyes fall to the slender man from the cafe. Steve. He runs his hand over his neatly combed blond hair as his cheeks glow red. You try to smile. You feel suddenly bad for him. You wonder if he even knows about the blackmail.

"You look gorgeous," he greets breathless, "er, I'm sorry, hi. I... let's sit."

You nod as he waves you towards the table. You glide over the seat as the hostess promises a server will be with you shortly to get you drinks. Steve sits and mousishly inches closer and closer as you grab the wine menu.

"Nice place," you remark as you look up at the light hanging above you.

"Yeah, I... I thought so," the nerves tremble in his voice chords, "you do look really nice."

"Thank you, Steve," you face him, "I love your tie."

He reaches to touch the bowtie at his neck, smiling broader, "really? Bucky-- I, my friend, made fun of it."

"Don't listen to your friend. Better yet, find better friends," you scoff.

"Yeah, uh, it's just... he's... I, let's not talk about him."

"Let's not," you agree and reach to still his hand as he fidgets, "Steve, chill. This is weird but not awful. Let's order some wine and try to enjoy ourselves."

"Okay," his voice peaks and he clears his throat, bringing it back down to baritone, "yeah, that sounds great."

He stares at you and a genuine smile breaks through. He seems genuinely awe-struck by you. It's flattering. Men leer and lurk and loom, but something about him is disarming in a very sweet way.

"Well, looks like we're onto the small talk," you chuckle, "so, I work at the transit commission. I sell bus tickets. It's not exciting. At all. And doesn't pay well. So, what do you do?"

He stares at you, marveling, eyes sparkling, like you just said something absolutely amazing. He stutters and combs his fingers through his hair again, a shank sticking up as he brings his hands down to grip his jacket lapels. He chews his lips and blows out a breath.

"I'm an artist," he admits as he lowers his chin, "it's not very exciting either. I do online commissions. Nothing revolutionary. Mostly portraits of dogs."

"That's adorable," you say as you reach over to smooth his hair out. He flinches and peeks up at you. He bring your hand down to your chin and tilt his head up, "I wish I was creative. At all. I'd love to see some of your art. I mean, if you'd like to share."

"Oh, um, as long as it doesn't bother you for my phone to be out at the table," he teethes his lip sheepishly. You shake your head and shrug. He reaches under his brown jacket and takes out his phone, "this one... well... I did a portrait of this cat. For a friend. Cat's a real jack-- meanie," he corrects himself, "but pretty."

He shows you a crosshatching of a white cat, dignified and defiant. You smile. Yes, you see the attitude. He's captured it so well.

"Wow, that's amazing," you lean in, "I have a friend, she's the same way. She just sees the world so different and I could never..."

"Everyone makes their own type of art. Maybe yours is people. You make them feel... safe," he suggests.

You laugh but quickly stop yourself, "yeah, maybe."

Before the silence can grow awkward, a server approaches. Steve seems shy even with her. He searches the wine menu rather cluelessly and you make a suggestion which he accepts. The server promises to return with the bottle and lean back into the seat. He's looking at you again.

"Can I show you something else?" He asks. You nod. He flips through his phone and turns it towards you, "I drew this that day at the cafe. After you left. So I'd remember your face." It's a drawing of you, you look radiant and not your usual skeptical self. "I didn't think I'd see you again.”

“Funny how things turn out,” you say, “so, I wanna know more about your art. Do you have like a super awesome project you want to do one day? Like the Sistine Chapel or Mona Lisa?”

“Uh, I wouldn’t compare myself but… yeah, I have a few ideas,” he seems to come alive as he takes your bait. It eases the mood and chips away at your own wariness. If you have to be here, you may as well try to enjoy it.

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #series #steve rogers x reader #drabble #wasted #the club #au #mcu #marvel #captain america #winter soldier #avengers

[sy-on-boy]

Okay, so Ch69 was a BOMBSHELL (and I'm going insane)

SSS appearing at the beginning makes me think Yuri might take on the case, meaning he might meet Anya (Anya's not supposed to know about Yuri's job) and Damian

It would also make sense since the Red Circus was taken on by Yor (Ch17.5) and it would be funny to see the two siblings deal with the same enemy while preventing the other sibling from knowing about it

Damian is sitting with George. You would've expected him to sit with Ewen/Emile, but he let them sit together. This is very curious to me because George literally tried to get Damian expelled, and only failed because Anya stood up for him (the teacher wouldn't believe E&E). Damian, sweetie, this is a boy who tried to frame you as a smoker and sent a spy to change your grades. Good for you that you don't hold it against him, I guess

I do think Ewen and Emile are very devoted to Damian (see the boys' field trip) but maybe Damian doesn't want them to fight over who gets to sit next to him?

Anya and Damian also sit in the same row on the two sides of the bus. Knowing how Anya wants to approach Damian (and how Damian notices Anya), it's probably intentional.

Bill makes a reappearance, which is a welcome surprise. Damian sounds like a classist (literally) with his comment that the school should've at least given each class their own bus. Huh, didn't know Damian liked his class that much (or hated the other classes so much)

"Shut up. Who told you Wald hall kids you're allowed to talk to me?" ??? Is Damian still salty about losing the dodgeball match?? Does he think Cecil hall is superior? Is there a hierarchy at school? Or does he just not like Bill?

"All you other classes are our rivals" Damian bestie your classes could change next year. According to what Becky said, they're going to be divided by grades. Damian sure has a lot of Cecil hall loyalty / pride for some reason

I love Anya's impression of Damian. He's a silly, snot-faced crybaby. Like, it's really evident from the artstyle that Anya thinks of herself as "totally adorable" (with Becky nodding in agreement, aww) while Damian is just a goofy scion.

NOTE: in Anya's imagination, the teacher says Damian is "an uggo on the inside". And Anya also says, "Sy-on boy isn't ugly, he's just a piece of crap"

So Anya doesn't judge from appearances, unlike Damian who repeatedly calls her an uggo and a runt, and it's possible Anya thinks of herself as "superior" to Damian because she doesn't think he's ugly, she just thinks he sucks in general LMFAO

So Anya doesn't think Damian is ugly. Maybe. She probably thinks he looks stupid though

By the way, Anya makes herself look prettier in her own filter. Damian also makes her look prettier in his filter

Anya throws a crumbled up piece of paper to get Damian's attention. This is exactly what Damian did when they first met and he wanted her attention

Damianya violence arc omg. Damian seems to be blushing less as the chapters go on, and they have a fun sort of semi-rivalry.

DAMIAN GOT THE CAKE FOR ANYA!! "I should just hand her the stupid cake and be done with it" Awww he genuinely got her cake! And it's the crunchy sort which she likes!

And Damian let E&E eat it (it doesn't look like he ate any himself) while being all flustered and annoyed. He's a good kid, deep down

A reference to the macaron arc! Lots of references to so-called Damianya (aka school) chapters, with 1) Bill + dodgeball, 2) George and the macarons, 3) Handkerchief + cake (+ Bond's kibble which was a gag in the handkerchief chapter)

Anya offers dog food to Damian. This is hilarious because she sounds so innocent and genuine, but Damian is furious.

"Cecil hall kids sure are noisy" Whoops, even Wald hall knows about Cecil's reputation. Damian and Anya probably argue every day at school. They're going to be Those Two

It's interesting to see that Anya isn't reading minds this chapter. She didn't realize Damian got cake for her and she didn't seem to have realised the driver was a terrorist? Missing Damian's thoughts is normal because it was a fleeting thought, but the terrorist was probably concentrating on the hijacking for like, the entire bus ride. Anya, you good?

And then the bus is hijacked. Woo! Action! Drama! Wow!

I'm super excited for this arc because of how much potential it as. It's giving me the vibes of Cruise Arc but with the Eden kids. It also feels like a fanfic to me, particularly my fic when Anya saves Damian from an assassination lol. Here's a dump of my thoughts:

Damian might be a main target. We know about his dad and his influence in the political sphere. Bill says "chairman's son Damian", which might be a nod to the fact. The terrorist guy also mentions "as the nation's elite, you've probably figured out what's happening", and Damian is an elite among the elite

This will focus on the subplot of Damian and Anya's friendship. As I said earlier, this chapter has multiple references to past Damianya chapters. There's also the theme of friendship going on currently, with Loid telling Anya to treasure her friends. Anya is also desperate to go on with Plan B because she feels threatened by her mom befriending Melinda. And Damian indeed buys Anya cake even if he never agreed to it in the first place lol, showing a bit of development. Anya also fantasizes about purposefully getting Damian into trouble and saving him, and now the entire bus is in trouble (and Anya can save him maybe?). So maybe we'll have scenes of Anya saving Damian (furthering his debt to her, which is mentioned in the chapter) or Damian saving Anya (paying her back since he never got to give her cake)

The adults might come in too. The possibilities:

Yuri, as I mentioned earlier, might be one because the SSS knows about this. I know this is a stretch but we might get Demetrius debut with Yuri (or after this arc). In a previous post I noted that the Forgers and Desmonds meet in pairs of fathers, mothers, and children. Demetrius is Damian's brother and Yuri is Yor's brother, so maybe the brothers might be a pair?

Yor was previously involved with the Red Circus, and I can see her coming back to tie up loose ends. And possibly going batshit because Anya is in danger. This might end up with Yor meeting Damian, which I think certainly makes sense after the Yorlinda chapters and Yor acting shocked that Melinda doesn't seem to care much about Damian.

Twilight would be interesting because of his dynamic with Damian. I analyzed the panels during the Twilight-Donovan face-off and you can just see Damian is standing with Twilight instead of his actual father. They get along fine and I think Damian likes Loid well enough.

Obviously, all three will have to conceal their identity from Anya (and the other Eden kids), so we might get one-sided interactions (such as Twilight saving Damian but Damian thinking he's just been saved by a random man)

And even funnier would be to have multiple adults on the scene (for Anya) and they have to hide from each other. Iconic Thorn Princess x Twilight teamup maybe?!

Anya (and the rest) might get Stellars. This time, if she saves them, she'll have an entire bus full of witnesses, unlike the Ken drowning incident. This could drastically affect Anya's reputation at school and her relationship with Damian. We might also get the Cecil 5 (+ Bill and George since they're sitting close to them) working together, which will be fun.

I do think Damian might give up the "our classes are rivals" thing if the two halls end up bonding / working together

And since I have the brain of a fanfic author, imagine if Damian is in trouble and Anya has to save him and vice versa... this is going to be the first real danger the kids have been in

I know this is a bit chaotic and messy but this chapter is scratching the itch lol. I'm going to be insane for the duration of this arc.

I'm so excited. I cannot wait for the next few chapters <3 Endo really went all out on this one with drama, action, humor, and there's so many ways this one could go!! <3

#spy x family #spy x family spoilers #sxf ch69 #anya forger #damian desmond #damianya #bill watkins #becky blackbell #ewen egeburg #emile elman #george glooman #sxf analysis #i guess #long post

[holdinbacksecrets]

boyfriend things: voicemails for mingyu

♡“i hope this voicemail makes you frown in the morning. you said you’d call, and i got my hopes up. i poured a glass of wine and ran a bath expecting to hear from you as i sank into the bubbles… make it up to me. something good… i love you. sweet dreams.”

♡“we’re not like those couples who meet in the airport after time away and make a scene. a scene bigger than one from a blockbuster film. that’s just not us… absolutely not. don’t expect me to run to you. don’t open your arms. don’t let me wrap my legs around your waist. it won’t happen. we’re nothing like that.”

♡“i set myself up for this. i took you home, and you wore your best sweater. i wanted to laugh when my mom complimented you because you got all embarrassed and red-cheeked. and you know what? my heart swelled. you drive me crazy no matter the situation. at least you didn’t change the light bulb in her bathroom. but oh, you took her dog on a walk instead, and all my neighbors gawked at you. should’ve changed the light bulb. it’s dangerous on those [suburban] sidewalks.”

♡“i can’t remember how many nights we’ve walked around the city in nice weather. it’s been years since i told you about my love for a sky when it’s dark and the clouds look nothing like they do beside the sun and tiffany blue. you told your friends we never would’ve dated if those night walks hadn’t happened. it’s like the sky is my liquor. i get drunk and unravel. i say too much or maybe not enough because you kept wanting more.”

♡“i decided to love you on a tuesday. i made breakfast, smeared homemade jam on toast, and boiled the last of my eggs, but i didn’t make coffee. i made love. it brewed and swirled all around me like steam. i drank the whole pot and felt it sink into my veins and swell my heart, make a home in me. i was on a mission, and you know what they say: breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”

♡“you can call me again. you can call me every time. you were crying on the phone last night, and you said my words weren’t necessary. you said there was comfort in my acceptance of your state. in my breathing. in my silent empathy, but i wanted to touch you. i wanted to speak. i stayed quiet, but i left my place. i took the last bus. i rode the elevator to your floor. i used my key. i said i can love you so much better beside you.”

♡“i met someone in the park this afternoon. i almost said nothing, but we shared a bench, and their lock screen’s you. i asked, who’s the handsome man? and she couldn’t stop talking about you. all her words grew from adoration and love and respect. i nearly cried. i wanted to tell her who i was, but i smiled instead. i said i’ll listen to the songs you recommended. i’ve written them all down. she told me, i hope you come to love him because the world opened up for me when i let myself have this joy. there’s peace built into the decision to root for another and i root for you, infinitely.”

♡“you’re asleep. you’re holding my waist with your head in my lap. i’m holding the phone with one hand, so i can comb my fingers through your hair. i love you. i’m so proud of you. you work so hard, and you hold me. you’ve held me so many times. i must hold you more. now is not enough because you’re fisting my shirt like i’ll let go if you do. i’ll hold you when you’re awake. please, don’t be surprised. it’s with all the love i’ve drank and made. it’s all the joy from you meeting my life, widening my world. you’ve done so much for me. the least i can do is smooth your hair and cover your body with the knitted blanket sprawled across the back of my couch, just for now… and over and over again until you unclench your fist. i’m not going anywhere.”

#mingyu scenarios #mingyu imagines #mingyu blurbs #mingyu fluff #mingyu reactions #seventeen scenarios #seventeen reactions #seventeen imagines #seventeen blurbs #seventeen fluff #seventeen drabbles #mingyu drabbles #boyfriend things

[crazyk-imagine]

The Keys

Pairing: (Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Mom!Reader

Characters: (Stepdad) Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Mom!Reader, Edwin, Maryanne, and Sarabeth (the kiddos), Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Reuben "Payback" Fitch, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Callie "Halo" Bassett

Warnings: The pilot crew stealing everything the Seresins pay for, drunk and pouty Natasha, Bob has a restricted candy “schedule”, Mickey just wants to take some photos, Maryanne and Edwin are adorable when they snuggle up beside one of their tgm uncles/ aunts, Bradley is not the best when it comes to sharing snacks, also Rueben was the one to make everyone keys (no one from the pilot expected that) 

Word Count: 670

A/N: This is a few weeks after baby Seresin #1 is born. It’s not mentioned here but her name is Sarabeth. (I have names for all the kids now hehe) 

Did I base this off of that one scene when everyone except for Monica is in her and Rachel’s apartment on Friends and Phoebe explains that the emergency was “they were out of Doritos”. Yes, yes, I did but then I added my own touch.

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You two barely walk through the door when you hear the TV playing and the chatter of the pilot crew. 

You glance over at Jake, who looks just as surprised as you. 

“I didn’t know they were coming over. I swear.” He continues to plead his case not wanting to have you be mad at him (as if you ever could… more like annoyed most of the time but you can make that situation better with a simple… “massage”). 

You shake your head, closing the door after your husband steps through the doorway. 

You walk towards the entrance of the living room with Jake a step behind you. “The keys are for emergencies,” you inform the group for the millionth time. 

“We were out of beer,” Javy adds, not looking away from the TV with Ice Age playing and of course, Edwin snuggled up beside (one of favorite uncle’s because if he says he likes one of the guys more than the others than a mini fight breaks out. 

Scratch that, the pilots do a dog fight in order to figure out who is the most superior [it gets rough out there when they play] it’s like a rough version of musical chairs). 

“And chips,” Bradley mumbles, whose mouth full of sour cream and cheddar chips with Callie grimacing beside him as she steals a handful, followed by Edwin. 

-

He karate chops Reuben when he tries to steal some chips, “no more. These are mine. I bought them.” 

Maryanne sits in front of his legs beside Mickey and Callie, she raises her hand up at him wanting more of his, now shared, snack. 

Reuben raises a brow, waiting for Bradley’s next move. 

The man in question shrugs, “what else am I supposed to do? She’s, their kid. I don’t want to deal with a crying young adult.” “Crying young adult?” Reuben repeats. 

“You try telling her she’s a kid.” 

The man who was denied some of his buddy’s snack glances down at the little girl only to find that you give everyone when they try to cross you. “No questions here.” He turns to watch the movie. 

-

“And candy,” says Bob who looks like he needs to go to the bathroom with how much he's jittering in the chair. 

“Who let Bob have candy?” You ask with your hands on your hips. “We all know he’s not supposed to have candy after three and it’s,” you grab Jake’s wrist, checking his watch,” three fifteen and look at him.” You release his hand, letting it fall beside him. 

No one does as you say. 

“I said look at him.” 

Javy turns, looking over at you, “what’s so different when he has soda at-” 

-

Natasha enters the house with two handfuls of grocery bags most likely full of snacks and drinks (for the kids and adults). She starts snickering when she focuses her attention on your stance. “Looks like we’re busted.” 

“Are you drunk?” 

She stumbles over her feet, having a minor problem with a normal thing called walking. “No,” she shakes her head, denying your question terribly since she extends the “O.” 

“But I did come from the bar… where Penny supplied me with a few drinks and then drove me to the store… and back here. Don’t be mad.” She pleads with puppy eyes and a lip pout. 

Oh boy is she intoxicated this evening, it’s not even dinner time yet. 

You can’t handle this right now. 

You shake your head and turn towards your husband, “you deal with this. I have to change,” you take the car seat from his grasp. “Our baby girl's diaper. Yes, I do. Yes, I do,” you say in a baby voice. “Bye hon,” you don’t remove your gaze from your little girl. 

Shoes clacking against the floor briefly enter your ears as you go further down the hallway. 

“We wanna see the baby too,” Mickey pouts, you know he’s lifting his camera. 

“Not right now, Fanboy,” Jake tells him, shaking his head.

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Taglist: @abaker74 @ebonyhogan24 @shanimallina87 @starkleila​ @kurtkunkle17

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[multifandomenjoyerr]

hihi!! i was wondering if you could do some caretaker headcannons for kel from omori!! specifically for a puppy little, thank you thank you thank you!!

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🍊 Caretaker Kel headcanons 🍊

🦕| ^^ CTKR!Kel flag 👉👈

⚠️| petnames, physical touch, leashes (even if completely sfw, I don't wanna make anyone unintentionally uncomfy)

🍊 ; loves to give you all of his attention! He loves to spoil you, baby you at times, and make sure he has everything for you to regress. He can also be pretty touchy since it's his love language. But if it's something that makes you uncomfortable he tries to tone it down the best of his ability

🍊 ; he carries around a separate bag other than his own, filled with things like toys, stuffed animals, little gear (if you like to use gear), stim toys If needed, and other things you may want/need

🍊 ; if you start crying, he goes through many stages within minutes. being surprise, fear/nervousness, comfort mode, crying (if fails to make you feel better), then goes back to comfort mode. He often is a crybaby when it comes to other people's emotions, especially negative ones

🍊 ; millions of petnames to go around! Which some being: pup/puppy/puppers and an ongoing one being "pubby" as a running gag. But he thought it was adorable, so he kept it on his list

🍊 ; he loves his pup! so if you're as active as he is, he will play with you with many of the toys he has collected overtime! Such as a tug toy, tennis balls and a small bell

🍊 ; and if you like to chase things, he will even kick his basketball around, letting you chase it and give it back to him.

🍊 ; has a puppy leash and a baby carrier. he gets worried alot, and doesn't want to have to get anxious when it comes to him taking you places. So, he usually has a leash so if you wanna do your zoomies, you are free to do so. If you're tired, or just don't wanna walk, he will keep you in his baby carrier

🍊 ; if you babble at all, he will always listen to your words. "Uhuh", "mhm..", "mm", "oh?", "Yeah?" He will just agree with you on everything you feel the need to say

🍊 ; it took him 6 months, but he saved up all his savings to get you a human sized doggy bed! In which he placed right beside his bed, so you can sleep near him at all times

🍊 ; he is protective over you because of his friends. He is used to being the middle child, and the more responsible one in his friend group. In so, he can be protective at all times. Not ever overprotective, but he has his moments in where he can be overboard at times with his paranoia

🍊 ; I have a headcanon he cried once because he made your stuffie "cry" and he was kicked out of the future stuffie playdates. He begged for forgiveness from your stuffie for hours, and he never really got over it (even if he eventually is allowed back into the playdates)

🍊 ; spoon cuddler. He loves cuddling you while you're laying down. Literally everytime you lay down he is ready to cuddle you and just.. take a nap with you

🍊 ; another random Headcanon, but once when he was waiting for a bus (and you were on the leash) he fell asleep standing up. He didn't even realize he was even asleep, and had a rude awakening. When your zoomies started to kick in, you ran. and since he has a tight grip on your leash, he might've took a tumble when you took off

🍊 ; he's okay though. even if he was very startled for awhile until he was fully awake that day

🍊 ; gets you endless snacks to mimic dog treats. Such as Scooby Doo crackers, gummy bones, yogurt melts, and pop tarts

#sfw agere #agerespace #safe agere #sfw interaction only #agere blog #headcanon #fandom agere #age regression #agere headcanons #omori kel #omori agere #Grey's Headcanons #sfw blog

[house-of-slayterr]

Three's a Crowd, but All Are Welcome

For: @myers-meadow

Hannibal let out a long sigh. He'd just had a long session with Chilton, and was about ready to skin someone alive. He was never an easy client, and Hannibal hated the rude. Hannibal walked around his desk, adjusting the paperwork into their proper folders. Until there was a light knock on the door. His head snapped up at the sound, not expecting anyone. He thought perhaps maybe it was Alaina or Beverly. They were always polite enough to knock.

He waltzed over to the door, gently opening it, and was pleasantly surprised by who was behind it.

"Meadow, my dear, what are you doing here so late?"

"I could ask you the same thing my love, are you alright? "

You walked past him into the room. You didn't need to be invited in, you were always welcome. You gentle pulled out a chair, sitting across from him like you had many times. He sat at his desk, trying to drop his Therapist facade, which was always hard for him to break out of. Bu tit was just you, he could be real with you, honest. It was something he adored about you.

"You're doing that thing again..." You started.

"What thing would that be, Love?"

"You're grimacing, and avoiding eye contact. It's unlike you, Hannibal."

"Tell me, who's supposed to be the therapist again?" Hannibal brushed you off.

You bit into the soft flesh of your lip, fidgeting with your hands. Your tell, Hannibal could tell he was making you nervous. He stood from his desk and made his way around to the couch, crouching in front of you, and placing his hand on your own.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you. It's nothing I can't handle, I promise."

He made sure to make direct eye contact with you this time. He could see the haze of sleep in your eye. You must have been exhausted after your shift. Paperwork could wait.

"Shall we go home?" He asked, standing and extending his hand to you.

"But your work-"

"Can wait, you came all this way to remind me to take a break, did you not?"

You bit back the smile growing on your lips, you knew how you defected him. He'd hate to admit it, but he would stop the world for you. One look from you could melt this man into a state of absolute bliss. Your eyes held that power. But not just for him, sometimes Will swore when he made eye contact, you could tell an entire story with one glance. It was a powerful thing, something you'd learned to use to your advantage.

Hannibal's hand was on the small of your back, as he guided you out of his office. He was always more cautious when you were out in public, it wasn't hard for you to gain attention. You had the type of looks that could stop traffic. Hannibal never blamed you for this, of course, it couldn't be helped, but the unwanted attention you garnered was sometimes unsafe. He opened the car door for you like a gentleman always should.

You drove in silence at first, watching out the window as the world passed you by. Hannibal was the first to break this silence.

"Difficult day at work?"

"I could again, ask you the same. But I doubt you want to talk it over, same as I."

"You don't have to hide from me, you know that right?"

"Yes, Hannibal. I understand that I can trust you, and I cherish you deeply, but now is not the time for such talk. I do not wish to be psychoanalyzed."

He let out a soft chuckle at that.

"You've been spending too much time with Will, I'm afraid, my dear."

"Is that so?" You finally turned to look at him.

"You even smell like his dogs." Hannibal quipped.

"It's not my fault, they are simply the most adorable creatures on this planet. Well, except for you."

"Adorable is not the word I would use to describe myself."

"Which is why you are not doing the describing. if I left that up to you, you'd paint quite a poor picture of yourself, Dr Lecter."

He loved moments like this, when you insisted upon defending his honour, even from himself. It made him feel worthy. Something Hannibal never diluted himself with, he never thought he'd care for what people thought of him until he met you.

"Perhaps the picture you paint of me is skewed by your rose-coloured glasses my dear, your kindness outweighs your honesty."

You rolled your eyes.

"Always the poet aren't you? You can deny how lovable you are, all you want, but it does not make it any less of a fact. You, Dr Lecter, are wholly intoxicating, and simply divine."

You placed a gentle kiss on his hand that was previously rested on your thigh. It was never a habit he intended to pick up on, but he couldn't help himself. there was something about your body that just made him lose all train of thought. Your heart sped up as you approached the house. You'd moved in with Hanibal only a month ago, he'd finally convinced you it was a good idea. As he escorted you into the house, you were quick to take off your shoes and coat, to be more comfortable. Hannibal paused in the doorframe.

"It's quiet." He pointed out.

You looked to him for confirmation. It was in fact far too quiet in your home. Something was off.

"We shouldn't jump to conclusions." You assured him.

He leads you through the house, into the beautiful kitchen. It was habbit to check there first. He didn't see their small stature anywhere. You were the first to notice it, a few drops of blood on the prisien white floors. Hannibal noticed your silence and followed your line of sight. He would have been more alarmed, but there didn't seem to be much blood there. He stroked the back of your hand, trying to clam you.

"I'm sure they're alright, Love." He reassured you.

You bit at the skin of your lip once more, accidenlty breaking the skin. Hannibal was quick to wipe at the blood with his thumb. He followed the small trail of blood, leading throughout the house. It led to the downstairs bathroom. He gently knocked don't the door.

"Frances, is everything alright?"

The two of you heard some shuffling before their voice came out strained and shaky.

"Yup, everything fantastic!" They called through the door.

You shared a look with your lover. They didn't sound confident in their response. You were first to try the door, it was locked. This spiked your anxiety slightly, but you didn't want to jump to conclusions.

"Frances, dearest, can you please open the door?" You asked.

They froze at the sound of your voice. It was so clearly laced with fear and worry. More shuffling was heard from inside the bathroom.

"No actually, I can not do that." They said frantically.

Hannibal let out a sigh. He had his ways of getting into the bathroom, it was his house after all. He reached for the skeleton key he always had at his hip. It unlocked every door in the house, besides his "room". He was the first to enter the room, attempting to shield you from whatever could be going on. Frances didn't have the best track record with their mental health, so, it was always best to be cautious around them.

The first thing you noticed was just how much blood there was. A lot more than the trail let on, meaning they must have run to get to the bathroom. Hannibal dropped your hand, reluctantly, and instantly ran to their side.

"What happened?"

Tears stung their eyes, and this worried the both of you.

"It was stupid. I didn't mean to!" They said, suddenly bursting into tears.

They were embarrassed. You were quick to grab a towel and hold it to their hand, attempting to dab away the blood. Your hands were soft and gentle. Not wishing to startle them, or cause any more pain.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I was just trying to help. You were both late, and I- I knew you'd be hungry when you got home..."

The mood lightened suddenly. This hadn't been an episode, just an accident.

"You attempted to cook for us?"

They nodded. Hannibal took over cleaning the wound from you, as you left to go get the first aid kit.

"You always keep your knives so sharp." They scolded, putting cutely.

"Dull knives are actually more dangerous, darling."

"More dangerous my ass." They huffed.

Hannibal grabbed their wrist, a silent warning. They locked eyes with him.

"What did I say abotu swearing?"

"That it's not polite."

He continued cleaning the wound, finally able to see how bad it was. You returned to the bathroom, raising your eyebrow at the tense position they were both in. Had something transpired while you were gone? You cleared your throat, gaining both of their attention.

"You really ought to be more Carful, Frances." You lightly scolded.

"Knife sharp, brian stupid." Was their only reply.

It confused Hannibal when they talked like this sometimes. He was used to his Meadow, being so eloquent and well-spoken. She could silence a room, in awe with a rousing speech. The way she spoke effortlessly reflected his own speech pattern. Two halves of a whole.

Frances wasn't dumb by any means, but it seemed they liked to play that way. Never letting anyone know just how smart they were. It was worse around the others, Jack swore they would lose their own head if it wasn't attached. Beverly found it endearing, and Will, Will was just as confused as Hannibal. Their actions didn't reflect their words, they'd even helped him on a few cases. Of course, he would never tell Jack that, since bringing a civilian into FBI matters was typically frowned upon.

"Brain stupid?" You asked, with a chuckle.

"Big, major stupid."

Hannibal rolled his eyes.

"This is quite deep, it's going to need stitches. How are you feeling?"

They turned their attention back to him. Something about the way he looked at them, made their heart melt. Like every thought was just sucked out of their brain.

"Darling? Are you still with us?"

They nodded slowly, but their brain hadn't fully caught up again.

"Hannibal, dearest, you know very well you can not make direct eye contact with them. It makes them all flustered."

"Right, my apologies. Frances, how are you feeling?"

"It doesnt hurt." They muttered.

Hannibal had noticed they didn't seem to flinch or wince once while he was cleaning the wound.

"Not at all?" You were quick to ask.

"Maybe at first, it just sort of caught me off guard. I didn't mean to get blood everywhere."

“We aren’t worried about that, you know I’m good at getting stains out.” Hannibal explained calmly.

You gently grabbed their other hand while Hannibal started the stitches. They may claim it didn’t hurt, but you always worried they were lying to comfort you. You wouldn’t put it passed them. Hannibal usually worked in silence, but your nerves got the better of you.

“So what we’re you going to make?”

“Chicken Francese and potatoes, I saw it in one of those old cooking magazines Han used to get delivered to the house.” They explained.

“I’m sure it would have been lovely.” Hannibal hummed.

You nodded in agreement.

“What kind of potatoes?”

“The Rosemary fondant one’s, extra crispy!”

A smile smile broke on Hannibal’s face, he always found it cute how excited they got about cooking. Even if they weren’t very good at it. He’d have to spend more time in the kitchen with them.

“Would you have based them in rosary and thyme butter?”

They nodded enthusiastically.

“With the little spoon!”

“You do love little spoons.” You admitted.

Before you knew it, they were patched up, and Hannibal was wrapping their wound.

“Alright, so it sounds like we have dinner planned out. I’ll get everything sorted, and pick up where you left off. Meadow, would you mind cleaning up?”

“It would be no problem at all Hannibal!”

They held their arm out to stop you from leaving.

“It’s my mess, I should clean it.”

“Not with your injury.” Hannibal interjected.

“It’s barley a scratch Han, Meadow, why don’t you go pick out the wine to pair with dinner. You’ve always had the best taste?”

They knew flattery would work with you, not so much with the resident cannibal though. He hated watching them overwork themselves, but he let it slide this once. You all set out to complete your tasks, you headed off to the wine cellar. It was vast and intimidating at first, but Hannibal had taught you a lot about wine. A nice white would pair well with tonight’s dish.

As you made you way upstairs, the house smelled Devine. Your heart melted at the sight before you. Hannibal was in the kitchen, showing off the proper way to use a knife, and Frances was on the counter top, swinging their legs back and forth as they watched in awe. It was simple moment like this that made you adore your makeshift little family. You came up behind your boyfriend and snuggled into his neck, wrapping your arms around his middle.

He gently took the wine from your hands and set it on the counter.

“Thank you my Love.”

“He’s letting me help with dinner” Frances announced.

“Yes, but their knife privileges have been revoked” Hannibal clarified.

You let out a joyous chuckle.

“Yes, I think it will be a while until you have unsupervised knife access again.”

They pouted in a joking manner.

“I’m not five, I just make mistakes.”

You ruffled their hair, playfully and they swatted at your hands. Hannibal gently grabbed their wrist to stop the action.

“You’re gonna injure yourself more Beansprout.”

They blushed at the nickname. It was something stupid Jack had said once, and Hannibal picked up on their reaction to it. They liked weird pet names like that, although he preferred more traditional ones for his Darling.

“Awe, you’re making them blush” You cooed.

It was all in good fun, the teasing between the two of you. It was almost constant, and it brought a smile to Hannibal’s face. Sometimes Frances even poked fun at Will or Beverly, which was always fun to watch. And their back and forth banter with Jack, was a little stressful, but Hannibal enjoyed it nonetheless.

“I’m not blushing you imbecile, it’s simply hot in here.” They huffed.

“Wouldn’t happened to be because a certain someone is cooking for you?”

“How he hasn’t skinned you alive yet, is beyond me Dow.”

Hannibal raised a brow at them, pointing the knife at them warningly.

“Yeah yeah, Daddy, I’ll play nice.” They joked.

Hannibal halted in his moments entirely, taken aback by their quip. You smirked, realising what they just started. You gave Frances a high five, lacing your fingers together and helping them down off the counter. You escorted them over to the table, a safe distance away from Hannibal, until his brain began to work again. The two of you could see the cogs turning in his brain, as he came back down to earth.

"Now you know very well-" Hannibal started.

"That that names reserved for the bedroom? Maybe I'm hungry, just not for dinner." they winked, riling him up.

He glared at them from across the counter and continued putting the finishing touches on the meal. You had already set the table, picking out the appropriate dining ware for the evening. You poured three glasses of wine, placing them at the proper spots on the table. Hannibal at the head, you to his right, and Frances to the left. Hannibal set the food down at the table and came to join you. He watched as Frances nearly gulped down their glass of wine, and put his hand on their cup to stop them.

"Are you sure you should be drinking like that?"

"What, afraid it will affect the adhesive properties and quantity of my platelets and I'll bleed out while we sleep tonight?" They sassed. "I know my blood alcohol limits, Dearest, trust me, I'll behave. Didn't I already promise you that much?"

They bat their eyelashes at him, flattery may not work, but those puppy eyes did the trick every single time. Hannibal let out a heavy sigh.

"I do not understand how you can say something like that when just an hour ago you said, and I quote 'Brain, major stupid" Hannibal chuckled.

They threw their head back in laughter, light and joyous sound that rang out like little witch bells.

"Hannibal, my Love, if you still don't expect this from them, then I'm afraid you don't know our dear Frannie." You mused, sipping your own wine.

"So this is how it's going to be, the two of you bullying me all evening?"

"Somebodies gotta check your ego, you know, other than Alana and Belinda. You really do have a thing for quick-witted women, don't you Dr Lecter?" Frances teased.

"I do not have a thing for Dr Bloom." Hannibal corrected.

You raised your brow in amusement as you ate, not believing a word he was saying. You knew you were his, and he was yours, your hearts declared for each other the moment you first locked eyes. But you didn't mind his flings with other women, you understood none of them could be you. The development with Frances caught you off guard at first, you noticed he was different with them than he was with most of the people she courted. It was more of a desire to keep them close, to protect them from the cruelty of this world, he explained that to you when you questioned him. Despite their many suggestive statements, they never really made any true advances on Hannibal, respecting your position as his lover.

Hannibal and you even speculated that sometimes their jokes were to cover up something darker. Some trauma they always refused to acknowledge. It was clear even to Will, that Frances wasn't actually interested in that sort of stuff. In all the time you knew them, they had never actually dated anyone, or even attempted to flirt legitimately. Hannibal even suggested, that perhaps they were asexual, all the signs were there. But it wasn't something he perceived as a flaw, something that needed fixing, so he never feel that need to call them out on it. Despite this, they still wormed their way into your life, spicing things up in the most unusual of ways. They would join in on dinners, and cuddles, and participate in romantic gestures like gift giving, to spontaneous acts of kindness. On the more intimate end, they loved to observe the two of you.

They always said watching romance with other people made them uncomfortable. Public displays of affection would make them cringe at themself. Once, when someone tried to flirt with them, with the actual desire to ask them out, they got so overwhelmed they ran to their car and called Hannibal panicking. But despite this, they enjoyed watching you both during your most intimate moments. Neither of you minded, of course, it was healthy for them to explore this interest. They'd even watch in the bedroom sometimes, Hannibal of course being the one to invite them. He liked showing you off, expressly to them. They could appreciate the aesthetics and the beauty of it all, despite not having the emotions to engage. You were brought out of your thoughts when Frances spoke again, the smugness in their voice gaining your interest.

"Oh really? Explain this then Einstien."

You were intrigued now, what were they up to? They had that look on their face that they got when they were determined to win an argument. It was sort of adorable. They slid their phone across the table to Hannibal, who put down his fork to look at it. Normally phones weren't allowed at the table, but even Hannibal was interested in what point they were trying to make. You couldn't quite see what he was looking at, but the expression in his eyes amused you.

"When did you take these?" Hannibal asked.

There was something slightly dangerous in his tone, but you weren't worried. He was never that way with them, his words more of a warning than an active threat.

"I'm asking the questions here Dr Lecter." They mimicked the tone of Jack Crawford, which nearly made you choke on your wine.

It was weird how accurate they could get their impressions sometimes.

"These don't prove anything?"

"Mmmhm, that's what they all say." They took the phone back from him and zoomed in on the photo.

"The placement of your hand on her right shoulder, is intimate, maybe in a friendly way, but combine that with your confident stance, and the slightly dazed look in your eye, with the intense eye contact. You my dear Doctor were swooning."

They flipped to another picture.

"Her hand on your knee, the wrinkle in your pant leg suggest she was squeezing quite hard. She smiling at you like you're the only person that's ever made her smile. She's leaning in as she speaks, and you aren't leaning away."

They swiped once more.

"And last but not least, the time you kissed her on the hand, and the time she kissed you don't he check. not to mention the way the two of you have been hugging in your goodbyes recently, it's different, more, sensual. She trusts you, Hannibal, she's starting to like you. But she knows she can't have you, veacsue not only is it unprofessional to have relations with a colleague, but she's Meadow's friend, and girl code says you can't that your friend's boyfriend."

You were impressed, to say the least, with their irrefutable evince. Hannibal simple rolled his eyes glaring slightly at them.

"How did you even get these photos, my dear? Don't deflect the question this time."

"Oh, so now I'm the one deflecting. Ok. You know I carry my camera with me everywhere. I save my photos to all my devices in case one of them crashes or gets damaged or stolen." They said as if it was the most obvious thing.

You came to the aid of your man, seeing him all flustered and at a loss for words for once.

"Don't be facetious Beansprout, you know what he means..."

"FreddieLoundsmayhavepaidmetofollowyouaroundafewmonthsback. I said yes 'cause I needed the money."

"What was that?" Hannibal asked, now completely forgetting the food in front of him.

"I said I love you." They lied.

It was your turn to raise a brow at them.

Hannibal crossed his arms over his chest, in a dad-like manner.

"Frances Morningstar, if you don't tell me what you said right now, you're grounded for a month."

"Grounded? You're not my dad! Since when has grounded me ever worked anyways, I just sneak out, you're too busy psychoanalyzing Will to notice anyway."

You chuckled at that statement. It was true, you're man was informally preoccupied with this particular patient. But you found him intriguing as well, so it didn't bother you much.

"Freddie Lounds wanted me to 'dig up dirt on you, so I faked some mildly interesting news so she'd get off your back and stop investigating you. Dating your coworker is a lot less newsworthy than eating your own patients, don't you think?"

He supposed he couldn't be too mad about this. At least you did it to try to protect him, instead of selling him out to his least favourite journalist.

"No... I simply embellished the relationship that was already there. It's not my fault you're the only one who doesn't see it, Han. You know for someone who's supposed to be so perceptive, you're being outdone by the dumbest person in the room. This is coming from someone who had a boyfriend for six months and didn't even know it."

This piqued your interest.

"When did you date someone?"

"High school, freshman year, he was a senior, he wasn't pushy about the must shit, so I didn't really he was pinning after me until he based me to prom. We still won King and Queen though, and then I broke up with him in a letter and moved schools so I'd never have to see him again."

"Language."

"Right, sorry. Forgive me Hannibal, but I don't think your relationship with eh Doctor is a bad thing, Meadow doesn't seem to mind."

He brought his attention back to you for the first time in this conversion. He scanned your eyes for any sign this wasn't true.

"Alana is gorgeous my love, I wouldn't mind having some fun with her myself." You said, tipping your half-filled glass to him.

He took that as a sign to fill your glass.

"Is that so?" He asked, now amused, no longer in denial about France's allegations.

"You know I love corrupting people, my sweet, the innocent doctor needs a little eye-opening, don't you think?" You said in your most sensual tone.

You rubbed your foot on his pant leg under the table, attempting to get him riled up. The wine was already starting to kick in, and you were having a good time.

"I suppose I would be a bad friend if I allowed her to remain so naive."

Frances rolled their eyes as you flirted in the odd way that you did. You could be discussing an active murder and be hornier than a herd of rabbits. Frances grabbed the wine bottle while you were both distracted and poured themself some more wine.

"I do good work don't I?" They mused, knowing neither of you was listening anymore.

Poor Alana Bloom would have no idea what hit her if the two of you were on her scent. Frances silently debated if they'd be getting a new housemate, or if the poor doctor would wind up a meal. This should be fun.

AN: Lol Meadow I literally love you, thanks for the idea, this was so much fun to write! Evil meadow for the win!

#self insert #bestie meadow #meadow <3 #hannibal lecter #hannibal x reader #writer insert #Fang x Hannibal #slasher #slasher x reader #request #fang writes #hannibal imagine

[pinkiepiebones]

Rain seems to really like frogs, do any of the other ghouls have an animal they've imprinted on?

Copia has spent more time with the band ghouls than any previous band leader. Papa Nihil had his ghouls returned to Hell after his EP failed to chart. Papa Emeritus I treated them the way the clergy always had- that is, like furniture. Papa Emeritus II would sic his dogs on them for amusement. Papa Emeritus III made an effort to be friendly with them, but they still toured in separate buses. Cardinal Copia had been dating a ghoul called Special for several decades when he was assigned the band gig. With Special's help, he learned about the band ghouls. Contrary to the assumptions of most of the church, ghouls did start to develop more individualistic personalities the longer they remained on Earth- whether this was due to proximity to humanity, or something more arcane, neither Copia nor Special were sure.

Copia liked the band ghouls. He sat in on the sessions where Special trained them in advanced shapeshifting, watched them develop their teeth and mouths and voices. They were fascinating creatures. And as time went on, they opened up to him, on their own.

He learned that the Air ghouls, well, two of them, preferred to fly at night, when they could follow flocks of bats and soak in the starlight. The newer one (which was actually the very same Air ghoul that had been in Nihil's band!) preferred sunrise flights, listening to birds wake and feeling the first gentle caress of sunlight on it's scales.

He learned that the Water ghouls liked to sink down deep in murky lakes and commune with fish and amphibians and whatever else swam by. Specifically, the ghoul called "Rain" adored frogs, and the one called "Swiss," though it expressed a desire to meet sharks, was fine with following schools of shimmery fish around, or letting crabs and eels explore it's long hair-like feathers.

He learned that the Aether ghoul, despite being connected to the cosmic, ethereal plane, liked to watch spiders spin webs and cicadas shed their shells.

He learned that the lone Fire ghoul would insist it cared nothing for animals, but on the tour but it would frequently construct origami animals, especially things like tigers and lions.

He learned that the lone Earth ghoul was perhaps the most "ghoul-like" of all of them. The fans had dubbed it "Mountain" and at some point late in the Prequelle tour, Special had placed a small plush goat on it's drummer sibling and said "hey look, it's a mountain goat!" Mountain had taken this fairly seriously and began collecting goat dolls. It gave them names like Cliff, or Rocky, or Canyon. One time Copia picked one up from Mountain's bunk on the tour bus and asked what it's name was.

//THAT ONE IS SPOT//, Mountain had replied with an air of surprise. //BECAUSE IT HAS SPOTS.//

#ghost bc #spooky ideas #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #the nameless ghouls

[sunstone-smiles]

Teamwork Between Two Treasured Friends

Oops, my fingers slipped multiple times on the keyboard and I made another fic with Arven. (With Mabosstiff this time!) It's not my fault he’s so adorable. I hope you all enjoy!

Series: Pokemon

Characters: Arven, Juliana, Mabosstiff

Words: 1,632

Summary: When Arven dodges a playful question from Juliana, the younger trainer turns to one pokemon pal who can giver her the answer. (Note: Slight spoilers for the pokemon of the False Dragon Titan battle, but nothing major to the story! Please enjoy!)

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The academy ball compresses the grass underneath it as it skips across the ground. Its soccer ball-like patches of blue and orange swirl together in a blur. Four big paws pound behind it in a chase. As the ball decreases in speed, Mabosstiff scoops the ball up in his mouth. He makes a sharp turn and runs back the way he came, his short ears flopping as he runs, until he reaches his trainer sitting on his knees in the grass.

“Good boy Mabosstiff!” Arven vigorously scratches his canine pal behind the ears. Mabosstiff drops the ball.

“Woof!” a deep bark is returned by the pokemon, a swishing tail behind them. 

“You know what that means?” Arven tilts the pokemon over with Mabosstiff’s cooperation, revealing the canine’s dark furred underside. He rubs his hands up and down across the pokemon’s belly, causing Mabosstiff’s tail to swish around even more. The dog lifts his paws so he doesn’t block his trainer.

“Aww, Mabosstiff likes belly rubs?” Juliana kneels down next to the two. Before she came over, she was at the picnic table where they were all taking a break from some berry hunting.

“Oh yeah! He loves them! Ever since he was a little Maschiff. Isn’t that right bud?” Arven increases the speed in which he rubs the pokemon’s belly.

“Bu-Woof!” the dark type’s tail wags around in glee. After letting out a chuckle, Arven moves his hands away and Mabosstiff lifts himself back to his paws. The dog pokemon approaches his trainer with an outstretched snout before raising his muzzle and licking the side of Arven’s face.

“Hehe! Bud!” the older trainer scrunches his shoulders and gently pushes at the dog. However, Arven flinches when Mabosstiff paws at his stomach.

“Ah! Bud! No belly rubs for me!” Arven releases another short giggle and the dog backs down for his trainer to pat his head.

Juliana softly laughs beside him. “Why? Is it because you’re ticklish, Arven?”

With a sharp inhale, Arven freezes, but his eyes continue to bounce around. “Uh…N-No. Don’t be silly! What would make you think that?”

Mabosstiff tilts his head and gives his trainer a puzzled growl. Arven returns a stern gaze towards the pokemon to silently say Shh! Surprised by his trainer’s attitude, the dog lets out a low, snarl-like grumble with a narrowed glare.

“You were laughing when Mabosstiff was licking you,” Juliana continues. “What else am I supposed to think?”

“Ah, right…that.”

“Arven,” Juliana isn’t buying his act. “You wouldn’t happen to be keeping any information from me, would you?” she says with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

“N-No! ‘Course not!” Another stutter. She’s totally on to him.

Juliana crosses her arms. “Uh huh…really. Okay then, let me ask someone else.”

“Oh please who are you gonna—”

“Mabosstiff, is Arven ticklish?”

Another muscle-tensing chill runs through Arven’s spine. That’s the one name he wishes he didn’t hear right now. The older trainer whips his head in the direction of his canine pal. 

Using subtle movements, Arven shakes his head to signal Mabosstiff to answer the same. The big dark type glances over at Juliana, who’s still waiting for an answer, and then back at an internally panicked Arven. A toothy, crooked smirk, bearing some of the pokemon’s fangs, curves on Mabosstiff’s face. That’s not a good sign.

“Bu-Woof!” the canine nods at Juliana with a gruff bark, sealing the older trainer’s fate. Arven gasps and darts his big eyes towards Juliana, who’s now wearing a smirk of her own. 

“Uh oh—” Immediately, Arven scrambles from his spot and makes a run for it.

“Mabosstiff! After him!” Juliana jumps to her feet with a smile. The dog pokemon barks in response and bolts ahead, the grass shuffling below their feet and paws.

Arven glances over his shoulder to see the distance of his pursuers closing in, but he skids to a stop when Mabosstiff swoops in front of his path. Before he knows it, Juliana catches up behind him and shoots her hands directly into his exposed underarms. He yelps and clamps his arms down, instantly breaking out into giggles.

“Gotcha Arven!”

“Wahahait! Lihihihittle buhuhuhuddy! Hahaha!” Arven twists around in Juliana’s hold to push her away, unfortunately allowing her even more access to scribble into his arms from the front. He steps back and loses his footing, crumbling backwards onto the ground. Not giving him a moment of escape, Juliana kneels down to the grass and darts her hands back towards his underarms and ribs, sending Arven once more into boisterous laughter. Mabosstiff grins and sits himself nearby, watching as his trainer is reduced to a puddle of pure joy.

“Now you’ll feel the wrath of the Tickle Monster Titan!” Juliana smiles above him while she pokes and scribbles at his ribs. Arven uses his arms as defense, but she turns her fingers into wiggling claws and easily finds open spaces to tickle him. “Bet you never heard about this type of Titan before!”

“Behehecause thahahat type dohohoesn’t exihihihist! AH!” Arven yelps as Juliana worms her hands back into his underarms. He frantically twists and squirms over onto his belly, kicking his legs behind him while he tries to nudge Juliana away. “And Titahahahans cahahan’t lehehehearn tihihhihickle!” He lets out another yelp and nearly collapses face down in the grass when she squeezes his sides, followed by her scribbling her fingers back to his ribs.

“Actually, it’s possible! Did you know that Dondozo can learn the move tickle? You’re lucky the False Dragon Titan we fought didn’t have it!”

“Julianahahaha!” Arven wriggles below her fingers.

The girl can’t help but laugh alongside Arven’s giggles. Suddenly, Mabosstiff barks to get Juliana’s attention. The younger trainer glances at the canine while still tickling Arven.

“Hm? What is it, Mabosstiff?”

With Juliana’s eyes now on him, the dark type rolls over onto his back, then points a paw at his stomach like he is asking for belly rubs. This time though, Mabosstiff quickly sits himself up, then tilts his head towards Arven with another smug, toothy smirk.

Juliana grins in response, understanding exactly what the canine was informing her of. “Good idea, Mabosstiff!”

“Nohoho Buhuhud! Dohohon’t give her any mohohore ideheheheas!” Arven pleads to his pokemon, who has knowledge of his weaknesses. Mabosstiff only replies with a low snicker.

Taking the pokemon’s suggestion, Juliana grabs the front of Arven’s shoulder and easily flips him onto his back, similar to how he rolled Mabosstiff over earlier, before darting her hands under his shirt.

“AHA! Julianahahaha!” Arven’s laughter quickly increases in volume when the younger trainer scribbles her fingers around his tummy.

“Mabosstiff suggested I give you a belly rub! Isn’t this a good idea?”

“NO! Nohohoho behehelly ruhuhuhubs!!!” Arven throws his head back, his bangs flipping with it, revealing even more of his giggly face. 

“So it is because you’re ticklish!”

“Wahahas that nohohot clear alrehehead-EEEYYYY!” Arven tries to snatch Juliana’s wrists away from his tummy when she reaches an extra ticklish spot on the side of his stomach. His heels pound into the dirt while he tries to perform a weakened sit up to curl his middle. Mabosstiff observes the two, seeing his trainer attempt to escape. The mischievous dark type wont let Arven get away from the fun that easily.

Mabosstiff hops over to Arven’s side, then pins his trainer down with his front paws. To join in, the gray canine brings his muzzle down and licks his trainer’s neck again, causing Arven to giggle even more, especially when the older trainer accidentally twists his head to the side for the pokemon to hit the back of his ears.

“Buhuhuhud!” Arven now uses his hands to try and pull the heavy mop of a dog off his chest. At the same time, Juliana makes sure he doesn’t forget that he still has her fingers scratching along his tummy.

“See Arven! Mabosstiff and I are working as a team, just like Dondozo and Tatsugiri!”

“OKAY! Okahahay! Okahahay! Stohohohop!”

With that request, Juliana and Mabosstiff pull away, removing the pressure off of his chest and the fluttering motion on his tummy. With heavy breaths, Arven lifts himself a little on his arms. Mabosstiff comes around behind him. The canine nudges Arven’s back to give him a boost into an upright sitting position as the trainer leans back on his arms.

Juliana sits on her knees and smiles. “Well, it looks like I found the answer to my question.”

“Unwillingly, I would like to add…” 

Mabosstiff licks Arven’s face again. “Ack, Bud! You know, you’re the one I should blame for all of this too!” the trainer uses both of his hands to energetically rub the sides of the dog's head.

“Woof!” Mabosstiff affectionately shakes his head with the movements of Arven’s scratches. The canine then runs off for a moment, before coming back to his trainer with the blue and orange ball in his mouth.

“Oh, so you think you can just play with me after all that?”

Mabosstiff swishes his tail and looks straight at him with his rounded, orange eyes.

Arven sighs. Lifting his head up as well as his hand, the older trainer scratches the back of Mabosstiff’s ear. “You’re lucky I can’t say no to that face,” Arven responds with a lingering smile. Mabosstiff barks again. He drops the ball into Arven’s hand.

“Go along, bud!” Arven holds the ball above his head before tossing it forward. With another deep woof, Mabosstiff takes off after the ball. Arven gets back on his feet and runs to catch up with his pal. 

“Hey! Wait for me!” Juliana chases after them with a giggle. The three play together once more, throwing the ball between each other with happy, and healthy smiles on all of their faces.

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon arven #pokemon juliana #mabosstiff #pokemon fanfiction #pokemon fanfic #sfw fanfiction #sfw fanfic #sfw tickle fic #tickle fic

[junhyukiscute]

(2:53 pm) it felt like a fever dream. tired of living as nobody, you wished to live a week in someone else’s life. one day, you had woken up in the body of a 17 year old high schooler named ong jisoo. pretty ordinary kid, except for the dry mouth and bandaged up knuckles. 

for some reason, a person like them had managed to be in a relationship with one of the meekest people you’ve encountered. 

yang jungwon was rarely acknowledged by his significant other (you), and craved love. however, he somehow fell in love with this twisted wannabe gangster who only gave him the time of day whenever they needed something. 

tired of how unhealthy this relationship seemed, you thought, why not give this kid the best week of his life? 

day 1 - you had started a conversation with jungwon and got to know that he really enjoyed making rice cakes with his grandma whenever he went to visit her in the country side. 

day 2 - you took jungwon out on a cat cafe date where you later learned that he had a slight allergy to cats even though he resembled one. you thought it was cute, especially when you told him that and his cheeks painted with a light peach hue. 

day 3 - jungwon surprised you with matching bracelets, which you accepted after jisoo often refused them multiple times in the past (the look of adoration he gave you was priceless). how could someone so lovely like him be with someone as horrible as you? oh wait, you’re technically not jisoo.

day 4 - you took jungwon to the beach at night, where you lied down and got to know about his ambitions to become a vet. you paid attention to how his feline eyes sparkled and the sharp bridge of his nose. he’s absolutely beautiful. you interrupted his story of his dog and asked if you could kiss him. he said that you didn’t have to ask. it feels wrong but so right, like this was made to happen.

day 5 - you think that jungwon has realized something was up with you, but he confesses he doesn’t know what’s happened to you. he says he is glad that jisoo has finally broken down their walls. he gives you a kiss on the porch of his house after you’ve walked him home. your heart feels like it’s been running a marathon.

day 6 - you’ve fallen in love with jungwon. after getting to know how amazing he is, inside and out, and how much he deserves- you realize that you don’t want to end this. but it has to. because you only have one more day to make up for this mess that you’ve caused because jungwon will meet jisoo in less than two days and be reverted back into the shell of what he was prior. there will be no more dates, no more skipping school or listening to music on the bus together. this hurts.

day 7 - 

“I have something to confess.” you started. you called jungwon to meet you at the beach. the sun was setting and your heart was beating fast- after tonight, there will be no more you and jungwon but jisoo and jungwon. 

“what’s up?” jungwon comes closer to you, but you take a step back, seeing this, jungwon’s shoulders slump. you see him becoming smaller and how he’s letting his thoughts get to his head. it takes a lot of self-determination to not crumble. 

you sighed, “i’m sorry,” his breath hitched, he still can’t get used to those words coming out of your- jisoo’s mouth, “i’m not the person you actually fell in love with, and tomorrow you’ll be back with the jisoo you’ve known for so long.”

jungwon bit his lip, “who are you then?”

“nobody you need to remember.”

your heart breaks as he looks up at you tearfully. stilled silence ensures and you’re absorbing all of his features in hopes that you won’t ever forget this boy. “you tricked me. you deceived me and made me believe that you- no, jisoo- whatever you are- had... you made me believe someone actually loved me for who i was,” by this time, tears were streaming down his cheeks. how badly you wanted to wipe his tears and say this was a cruel joke. you stared at him with a blank expression as he continued to cry. then he walked up to you and weakly punched your heart. one punch progresses into multiple before he clutches your shirt and cries into your chest. you hope that he can’t hear your quickly beating heart. his quiet sobs overpowered the soft waves, and you clenched your fists and looked down. 

“i’m sorry, but i dont regret it.”

“regret breaking my heart?”

“regret falling in love with you.”

jungwon’s cries became louder as he uses force to pull you down to his height, “who are you?!”

you look out to the ocean and see that the moon is slowly falling. you gulp as you try to blink the tears away. 

“answer me, you sick bastard!” jungwon screams. his face is distorted into various shades of anger and sadness. his cheeks are peach. before he could say anything more, you put your hands on his cheeks and kissed him fervently. he falters before returning the feelings. it’s bitter. you can taste the lattes and tears, the ocean air and slight floral cologne. once you couldn’t breathe anymore, you pulled away gentle and with your hands still cupping his face, you look at him one last time. 

“somebody who loves you for who you are.”

#yang jungwon #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen blurbs #enhypen fluff #nishimura riki #kim sunoo #park sunghoon #jay #park jongseong #sim jaeyun #jake #lee heeseung #inspired by every day

[woodworkzz]

Guard dog

(Based on @maestro-of-clockwork 's April fools event)

This is just a little drabble I wrote on the bus, because borzoi Tony lives in my head rent free. Please enjoy.

Antonio had recently found out that Sketchbook was going to a party with some close acquaintances. Nothing too great, just a house reunion with some snacks, it seems. As much as he'd love to accompany her, he recognizes it'd be a very inconvenient time for him to appear.

However, he still kept a close eye on her. Antonio would never forgive himself if something bad were to happen to his dear little Sketchbook. Something out of his control, that is.

After a few hours of chatting and eating tiny pastries (she ate so little... He wondered why), Sketchbook admitted her tiredness and said goodbye to the group. Many people offered to walk home with her, claiming that the streets could be unsafe at such an hour, but Sketchbook declined. Her house was near, it wasn't an issue, she claimed.

Now, Antonio could agree with her friends on that. It was dangerous for a young lady such as her to be walking alone late at night. He knew her to be a selfless and polite young woman, but she shouldn't ignore her own safety for others' convenience. That simply wouldn't do.

Luckily, he was there to take her home. But of course, Sketchbook wouldn't be pleased to see him, nor would she feel safe. It was a shame, truly, that she hadn't been able to trust him just yet. But he supposed he couldn't blame her.

That's when an idea came to him. Now, if there was something that he learnt during that silly April Fools stunt, is that humans seem to adore their domesticated animals. Even though his followers knew of his deeds and morale, he was appraised extensively the day he stood on four paws instead of two feet. He supposed "cuteness" could take him a long way.

Now, he couldn't say having his bare feet — or rather, bare paws — on the cold pavement was very pleasant, and having a tail was certainly a unique experience, but his daughter's safety was of utmost importance at the moment.

He waited until she got a good distance away from the house, and none of her friends were watching. Once the last person went back inside the house, Antonio leaped over the bushes where he hid and dashed after her, the night dead silent except for his claws tapping against the pavement.

As he approached her, he slows down to a trot. It was such a strange sight: Sketchbook, usually so small and frail compared to himself, now towered over him.

He reached a thin, blonde paw towards her. It was meant to be a gentle tap, but his lack of motor coordination made it into a halfhearted swat against her knee.

She looks down with an expression of surprise, and his ears perk up. Was his disguise lackluster? Could she see right through his facade?

"Oh, hello you!" She exclaims. "Are you lost? You don't seem like a stray..."

Oh, if only she knew. He sat down beside her, hoping that the message came across.

"Ah, I'm... Not your owner. You know that, right? Well," She sighs, looking around. "Seems like we're both alone... I can keep you inside for the night, and we'll find your owner tomorrow, alright? Come with me."

With that she resumed walking, and Antonio followed closely. The walk home was rather uneventful, and soon they reach Sketchbook's doorstep. She unlocks the door and he contently trots inside, watching as she enters her home and locks the door behind her.

He leaps onto the couch, resting his snout on the armrest as he lies down. He couldn't deny it, human furniture feels much more comfortable when one is smaller than the average human.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any food for you," She says, heading towards the kitchen. "But I could get you some water..."

"Thank you, dear, but there's no need."

Once she had turned her back, he had taken the opportunity to shift back to his original form. By the sound of something falling to the floor, it seemed she had recognized his voice immediately.

She spies out of the kitchen and stares at him in horror, clutching the doorway as if holding tight onto anything would make him disappear. It was a pitiable sight.

"I'm sorry for showing up unannounced and out of schedule, my dear," He stands up, dusting off his suit. "But I just couldn't let you walk home alone in the middle of the night. I'd never forgive myself if something were to happen to you."

His gloved hand rests on her cheek, and she flinches. "The dog... That was you?"

Antonio can't help but chuckle. She had always been so nervous... It wasn't without a good reason, though.

"Indeed, my dear. I know you aren't too fond of me just yet," He frowns. "So I thought I'd take on a more agreeable form to deliver you home. Again, I apologize for the intrusion, but I just wanted to make sure you arrived home safely."

His long fingers settle her hair down, tucking the pale white strands behind her ears. "I'll leave you be now, I'm sure you have plenty of things to do tomorrow. I'll come visit next week."

He places a kiss on Sketchbook's forehead. "Have a good night, my dear."

And with that, he vanishes into thin air.

#dhmis #tony the talking clock #dhmis sketchbook #dhmis fanfic #borzoi Tony my most beloved... #he's silly. to me.

[hattrickprincess]

Remember how you said Kylian got shier around Neymar after they got together in "recipe for a disaster"?

Now I need to know how Neymar reacted to that. How does he react to Kylian giggling at compliments instead of rolling his eyes and blushing to act like they don't affect him, like he used to?

How does he react to Kylian shyly initiating contact or sitting on his lap when he absolutely would not when they were just having sex?

I feel like it's a whole new sweeter part of Kylian that Neymar discovers, that is for his eyes only. And I just need to KNOW.

Can you maybe give us an example? Like "five times Neymar was surprised and endeared by Kylian's demeanor and fell harder in love?" It doesn't have to be a fic at all, just an answer to this ask.

Thank you! Love your work 💙

They're in the garden of Neymar's house, playing with the puppies, and the sun is shining directly on Kylian's skin, giving him a special glow. He looks insanely pretty, all happy and smiley around the pups, and Neymar can't help himself, he just has to tell him. "You're so pretty. The prettiest boy on earth, actually." Kylian's head shoots up, he looks at him for a second before his entire face turns red and he ducks his head down, hiding against the dog's fur. Neymar hears his muffled giggle, and his heart almost bursts from cuteness. He can't stop himself from reaching for Kylian's face and squishing his cheeks. The boy is too damn adorable, it's too much to handle. He can't cope. So, he channels these emotions through kisses pressed all over Kylian's face, with his boyfriend giggling the entire time. God, he loves him.

Usually it's Neymar who takes Kylian's hand, wraps an arm around his waist or shoulder, hugs him around their friends, and pulls him onto his lap. Now, they're on the bus that's driving them across France for an away game, sitting next to each other. They both have AirPods in, and the bus is pretty quiet in general. After about 40 minutes Neymar notices that Kylian's slowly scooting closer and closer, as if he's hesitant about it, but he decides to wait to see what he plans. Their arms touch, and Kylian tentatively rests his head on Neymar's shoulder. The Brazilian turns his head slightly and presses a kiss to his head, then takes his hand into his and rubs slow circles on the back of Kylian's hand with his thumb. "This okay?", Kylian whispers quietly, and Neymar gives him another kiss. "Everything you want, sweetheart."

Another time they're in a club, out with their friends, and they'd been dancing the past hour or so. Neymar, pretty unlike his usual self, is quite tired right now, so he sits down on one of the VIP lounge's couches with his drink in hand. Kylian comes over after a while, stops in front of him and thinks about something, before he very slowly gets into Ney's lap. The Brazilian immediately puts his drink away, wrapping his arms around his waist to secure him. "You good?" Kylian nods, then says "Just wanna be with you" against his neck, and Neymar absolutely melts. "You're so cute", he coos, and Kylian presses his face against his neck harder, whining. "Shut up." Yeah, definitely too cute to handle.

He brings him flowers, because he realised he'd never given him any, and Kylian's eyes grow wide upon seeing them. "For me?", he asks breathlessly, and Neymar chuckles. "Yeah, for you, my love." His boyfriend blushes, hard, and takes the flowers to bury his nose inside the petals, hiding his face. "You deserve all the flowers in the world." Kylian giggles quietly, and Neymar's heart bursts with love for this precious soul. God, he loves him.

"That's Kylian, my boyfriend", he introduces him to Rafaella, who smiles at Kylian sunnily. He feels Kylian's fingers slowly slipping into his, and he squeezes them gently. "Oi, Kylian. I'm Rafa." His sister looks so happy, so genuinely happy for them, and Neymar looks over at Kylian's face, who's smiling shyly, but also looks oh so pleased. Probably at being called his boyfriend. Sweetheart. "Hi", he says to Rafaella, returning the pressure against Ney's hand and leaning slightly into him. And Neymar thanks God he gets to call him his, that he gets to have this. He'd never go back to the way they were before, he'd miss this version of Kylian far too much. His love.

#royal snippets

[mywifeleftme]

212: Blaze Foley // Live at the Austin Outhouse

Live at the Austin Outhouse Blaze Foley 1999, Lost Art (Bandcamp)

I wept over Blaze Foley’s grave. I didn’t expect to. I was visiting Austin at the beginning of a roadtrip, and my friend asked if there were anything around the city I wanted to see before we set off west toward Big Bend and the Rio Grande. It occurred to me that maybe Townes Van Zandt might be buried somewhere in the area, and I thought it’d be nice to go say my respects. It turned out that Townes rests in Tennessee, but the subject of doomed country singers and their graves brought to mind a story I’d heard about Townes and his friend Blaze, how after Blaze was murdered in 1989 Townes had had him temporarily exhumed in order to get at the front pocket of the suit he’d been buried, where there was a pawn shop ticket for a guitar the dead man had hocked shortly before his passing. I figured I wouldn’t mind seeing the place, so we drove down to the little green cemetery in Manchaca where his small stone faces a pasture of grazing longhorn cattle looking like myths or advertisements, and then I sat there and cried. I cried over the magpie offerings on the stone, earrings and poker chits and an empty beer can (literal trash elsewhere, but respectful in this context and careful placement); I cried at the big cows; I cried over the inscription of Blaze’s face and a guitar with the titles of his best-loved songs; I cried because I was hungover, and because I had done a bunch of fucked up things in the preceding years, and I was so full of shame, overwhelmed by the weight of amends; and I cried because this man had been fucked up and he was dead and people still loved him. I guess at the time I needed a sentimental image of a damaged man who does right more than I’d known. And so, the tears came.

My Blaze fandom has always centered on Live at the Austin Outhouse, the low-slung 1988 two-night stand recorded barely a month before his death that first saw wide release (in excerpted form) on CD in 1999. (The full four-hour-long tapes just hit streaming platforms this year.) Foley’s discography is brief, and all of it worth the listen, but he was never in better voice, or more warmly recorded, than he was at the Outhouse. If you’ve heard Van Zandt’s Live at the Old Quarter, Houston, Texas, the experience is similar: amid clanking bottles and bar chatter, the most desolate, acoustic songs of yearning sit side by side with wry character sketches and a helping of the dumbest, most adorable stage patter yet recorded. The predominantly solo album is a showcase for Blaze’s remarkable abilities as a country blues picker, and that unmistakable worn, lorn baritone of his.

Though Foley lacked Van Zandt’s overtly poetic predilections (e.g. “Lungs”; “Silver Ships of Andilar”), at his best he was Townes’ equal as a romantic and his better as a wit. For my taste, there isn’t a more genuinely moving love song than “Oooh Love,” a song that sounds like an old junkyard dog surprised to find himself being stroked after years in the rain. There’s brilliance in the slow reveal of its opening verse, his lover complimenting this big hairy man on his “pretty blue eyes” rather than the reverse:

Blue eyes She said pretty blue eyes Said I had pretty blue eyes See me again She wants to See me again She's such a pleasant surprise

It puts the masculine speaker immediately in an unfamiliar, vulnerable position, the one feeling the wonder of being unexpectedly chosen. On the other side, there’s “Officer Norris.” Foley does the best job anybody’s done of lambasting the cops since Kristofferson’s “Best of All Possible Worlds,” dressing down the titular officer for everything from cribbing free coffee cakes to chasing after married women to being abandoned by his mother because he was an unlikable baby. Blaze gives us “If I Could Only Fly” too, a quintessential (and rendingly) sad country song, and “Christian Lady Talking on the Bus,” a wholly unsentimental look at faith and self-delusion. And above all, there’s “Clay Pigeons,” a song of disappointment and humour and endurance and crooked optimism that strikes something true in me like almost no other song has. As someone who’s started over quite a few times at this point, it’s become an anthem, and more than anything else, it’s why I convinced my pal to take me out there south of Austin to pay my respects in person. Music has never fixed anybody, but it can bring who you are into focus. Lord knows I needed that.

A note on the versions of this recording

Blaze played nearly 30 songs over the course of his two nights at the Outhouse. I’ve been going through the full tapes today (which contain at least as much audio of the Duct Tape Messiah goofing with his friends in the crowd as it does music). While of the original cassette that was passed around Blaze’s friends and fans in the late ‘80s contained 21 tracks, it’s now clear how much my sense of Austin Outhouse as an “album” comes from the work Lost Art Records did when they put out their condensed 12-song CD edition. Lost Art left in a smattering of the choicer bits of Blaze’s rambles and winnowed the tracklist down, turning what could’ve been a double-live record (or a for-true-maniacs boxed set) into a digestible introduction to the man’s work. In order to keep things on one disc, the 2020 vinyl issue (also from Lost Art) leaves out what stage patter had remained, which makes it a smoother repeat listen for those already well-familiar with Blaze’s bits. Still, the CD/streaming version remains definitive for me because it was how I “met” the man.

All that said, the chance to hear versions of other Foley classics recorded in the same space as the familiar cuts is a thrill. If you’re already a fan, I strongly encourage you to try out the live versions of the two studio cuts from the original, and takes on “Springtime in Uganda,” “Long Time,” “Oval Room,” “Someday” and many more. Be forewarned though; it is beyond eerie hearing Blaze talk with obvious affection about (and even do an impression of) his friend Concho January, the elderly pensioner whose son Carey would shoot Foley dead just a few weeks later. By Concho’s own courtroom testimony, the burly country singer died trying to prevent Carey from yet again robbing the old man of a welfare cheque. It was a squalid, hero’s death, and he deserved better.

212/365

#blaze foley #outlaw country #country folk #finger picking #the duct tape messiah #townes van zandt #tales from the tour bus #'80s music #'70s music #vinyl record #music review #texas country #texas music #austin

[rose-lord-of-simps]

One Last Kiss

Inspired by: I Love You Like an Alcoholic by The Taxpayers

Warning: self harm mention, death imagery and mentions, toxic relationship, addiction to another human, Dazai and Chuuya are not good for each other. Alcoholism mention in the lyrics. ANGST

Heavy humid night, corner of Park and Main

Dazai felt the muggy weather make his hair cling to his forehead, his whole body felt like it was clinging to his bones for dear life.

Cast that first glance : your smile, my veins

He missed his Chuuya.

At maximum capacity, blood pumping so fast

Chuuya made him feel like he wasn’t a walking corpse.

My girl, if looks gave heart attacks

Chuuya made him feel like he was falling into death without ever landing in his grave.

The dangerous men in shadows were like an audience

Dazai did not like to share.

And even the meanest among them has a special little shine in their eyes when we walked by

But even he remembered Chuuya’s perfectly created image.

Walked about twenty blocks talking about bars

When Dazai saw him again, looking like the prettiest piece of sapphire among a sea of diamonds that just couldn’t compare to a striking Chuuya.

And better towns than this one

Dazai knew he had to get Chuuya out of here as soon as possible.

Kisses that first night

And if possible, into his bed.

Then the rain opened up the sky to get…

And he felt luckier than if he were struck down by lightning when Chuuya wanted to lure him back just as much.

One last kiss.

They both thought it was all they needed.

I love you like an alcoholic

But it was like a relapse after finally getting clean.

One last kiss.

A self loathing burn.

I love you like a statuette

But a beautiful feeling of relief in the body.

One last kiss.

They thought they were stronger than this.

I need you like I need a broken leg

But if a little self care wouldn’t work, then self harm just might.

I was getting off the late shift

Chuuya was exhausted from work, itching to ruin something.

Attempting to recover

He wanted something destructive.

Crumpled up the bus pass

Self destructive even.

Tossed it into the gutter

But he thought he left Dazai to rot in the back of his aching mind for good.

Some handsome dark stranger

Chuuya wasn’t surprised to see Dazai after so long, but he certainly wasn’t pleased.

You were standing there in the corner

Dazai looked almost the same.

You had those compelling magnetized eyes you must have lost when you got older

Chuuya looked as perfectly seducting as always. But a shine that he once saw in Dazai, the thing to make him worthy to stand next to Chuuya had disappeared.

Seven blocks in, my fingers brushed your hand

Chuuya knew then he had broken Dazai.

I blushed and you laughed

Chuuya had been wanting a new ring.

But you seemed a little sad

Poor stupid Dazai who left him and came crawling back like Chuuya knew he would.

I ain’t one to jump a ship

Chuuya knew he was acting as if he wasn’t just as consumed by Dazai as Dazai was by him.

But I absolutely knew

He didn’t care.

I was six steps in

After all, it was only six feet he needed to dig for Dazai.

That was before Dazai wrapped his hands around the neck of his Adonis.

When I fell into you

Chuuya felt like he was dying, being suffocated by everything Dazai Osamu.

Maybe this is what Dazai saw in death.

One last kiss.

If it hurt tomorrow they didn’t care.

I love you like a broken pot

Dazai felt useless under Chuuya’s touch.

And Chuuya liked it that way.

A bit too much.

One last kiss.

They were almost done they swore.

I love you like a pack of dogs

Dazai always adored the idea of Chuuya with a collar.

One last kiss.

One more hit and they could separate for good.

I need you like I need a gaping head wound

Chuuya must of been crazy for feeling this way.

One last kiss.

That was all they needed from each other.

I love you like an alcoholic

But they were an addiction for the other.

One last kiss.

It was supposed to stop at the kiss.

I love you like a negligee

But Chuuya was so pretty and Osamu was so frustrating.

One Last Kiss.

They needed to stop.

I need you like I need a broken leg

But they also needed a reason to see each other. And if being addicted was the broken leg to excuse their crutch?

Dazai was weak to anything Chuuya.

Chuuya was weak to the escape Dazai brought him.

#bungo stray dogs #angst #soukouku angst #soukouku #dazai x chuuya #chuuya x dazai