#so i have some asks and stuff that i will reply to

[moonstruckme]

Hi there! I loveee your fics :3 I never read Y/N fics (they’re my guilty pleasure…) is it possible that you could write a Remus! X fem!reader (or even James, I don’t mind) and the reader has had a really bad day, then James or Remus comforts her?

I love your work!!xx

Thanks for requesting!

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 889 words

James stops speaking mid-sentence when he hears your key enter the door. He forgets what he was talking about entirely. 

“Oh, that’s pathetic.” Sirius smirks at him from Remus’ lap. “You’ve just perked up like a puppy. Try to retain a bit of self-respect, mate.” 

James is too chuffed to quip in reply. He only raises his eyebrows at Remus, who kisses Sirius’ shoulder and warns his boyfriend in a murmur to be good. Sirius is noticeably quiet when you come in. 

“Hey, angel!” James booms, spreading his arms for you. You drop your bag and walk straight for them. 

“Hi,” you say back, and it’s softer than James’, which isn’t unusual, but it feels even softer than normal. You lie down on the couch to hug him like you’re sick of carrying your own weight. 

“Hi.” James matches your tone, rubbing hesitantly up and down your back. “Alright?” 

“Yeah,” you say, with a breath out that clearly says the opposite. Sirius makes a face, and Remus taps his thigh, signaling for him to get up. They both retreat quietly from the room. You don’t seem to notice. 

“Funny seeing you here,” James hums, running his hand from the hem of your shirt all the way up to where baby hairs tickle the base of your skull. 

It’s a lame joke. You called to ask if you could come over. James said yes, obviously—what else does one say when their beautiful girlfriend wants to come spend the night—but he might have prepared a bit better if he’d caught onto your mood over text. Might have given you a better reception instead of goofing off in the sitting room with his friends. 

You make a low sound, a hum or a shapeless murmur, adjusting your arms around his shoulders to get closer. James takes this cue to maneuver you and pulls your bent knee across his lap so you’re straddling him. He mushes a kiss to your cheek. 

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” 

You sigh, heavy and tired. Again, there’s that weight you seem to be trying to leave behind. “Sorry. Nothing’s the matter.” You nose the collar of James’ shirt aside, touching your lips to his skin. “I just needed this.” 

“Nothing’s the matter?” he asks. James would never go so far as to call you a liar, but he doesn’t believe you even a little. 

“Just a bad day,” you amend. “I wanted to see you.” 

James’ heart heavies and swells at once. He’s upset that you’ve had a bad day, of course, but there’s also…you wanted to see him. At the end of a bad day, you came to him to make it better. That’s enough to set James aglow for weeks. He feels a renewed determination to do right by you. 

“I’m glad you’re here,” he says, heart pouring from his voice. “Do you want to talk about it? What made it bad?” 

“Just…I don’t know. Lots of stuff.” You sit up in his lap to look at him. There’s a weariness to your expression, and James brushes a thumb over your cheek with intent of smoothing some of it away. It works, a little. You soften. “Can we just relax for a while? Sorry to steal you.” 

“I love to be stolen by you,” James replies earnestly. “Honestly, Sirius and Rem are probably glad to be rid of me. I think they were working up to some, erm, stealing away of their own, you know.” 

Your eyes warm with humor. “Do you feel like a cuddle?” 

He scoffs, standing and lifting you with him. You squeeze your legs tighter around his waist instinctively. “Now I know you must’ve had a rough go, asking silly questions like that.” James kisses your nose, delighted at the little scrunch it does when your lips lift slightly. “Of course I want to. I haven’t turned to stone since you last saw me. Shall we stop by the kitchen first, though? Can’t promise I’ll let you go once we start, and we may get hungry eventually.” 

“Oh, are you a taxi service now?” you ask amusedly. 

“Taxi, weighted blanket, snack courier—whatever you need, angel. I do it all.” 

That little smile remains, but your eyes cloud with something James doesn’t like. “I don’t mean to come here and dump everything on you,” you say, your voice quieting. “My day really hasn’t been so awful. I’ll be alright.” 

“I know you will.” James nudges the tip of your nose with his affectionately. He makes the executive decision that snacks will be necessary, taking you into the kitchen. “It doesn’t have to be awful for you to come to me, lovely. I mean, I want you here all the time, no matter how you’re feeling, but I’m happy to drop my crucial plans of fucking around in the sitting room to have a cuddle with you instead. If you’ll still have me.” 

You watch him hesitatingly. James lets you see what you like—he knows there’s nothing but sincerity to be found, really all he wants is to spend his evening making you feel better. You can hang out with his friends another time. 

“Okay,” you say after a few moments. “Can you get me closer to the pantry? I’d have some digestives.”

“Course. If Remus asks after them, we’ll pin it on Sirius.” 

[fillthevoidwithwordsofgold]

Hmm mm. What would Danny be making i wonder? As much as a portal or something to the infinite reals is fun, i can't logic him doing it out of Tucker's spare tech (esp not all his tech just the stuff he can spare). And clockwork might interfere again.

Danny's project is uh.... no one can tell. Seriously. Full fledged engineers are having arguments over what the heck it is. The Batkids have taken sides. Danny's Project is trending and has been for a week. He announces he is done. The internet explodes as they try and put in final guesses, everyone logging on and telling everyone they know so they and their friends can see what it is. Even if it fails it's prime entertainment.

Danny fiddles with it for a bit and various places light up. A screen flashes with numbers, but only a couple are in view at a time between Danny's flitting around it and the other students watching.

"What are the numbers?" Several students ask.

"Our coordinates." Danny answers distractedly, continuing his flitting and fiddling. "'Course that's not the good bit, I've had those for ages. The actual bit is almost on and... There!" More lights turn on, several lights that were already on change color and several more shut off or start blinking. Danny circles the device, carefully examining the lights like they have any sort of sense to them.

"You know where we are!" Comes a screech.

"And when." Danny replies, still carefully examining the lights. "Knew the first night. Stars, you know." Before anyone can ask why he would be worried about When they were, Tucker elbows him.

"You gonna explain what it is dude? Haven't felt this left out since Overgrowth."

"Oh. Yeah." Danny looks sheepish as he explains. "It sent a message to my parents - well, the OP center, but they have a computer in the Lab connected to it - that says it's me. And gives them the coordinates. And it's continuously sending out a signal that they can track. And it's portable!" He presses a button and it begins to hover slightly over the ground. "In case we have to move camp or something."

The classmates accept this. There is grumbling, but it's all along the line of "Well the Fentons suck/are weird/are crazy but they are definitely gonna come for their kid". Several start betting on when they will show up. For some reason, the pools are split, one if his mom drives the other his dad. The 'jack drives' pool's times are significantly shorter.

There should be a dp x dc ver of Danny's class stranded in the middle of nowhere and they are unaware that they are being recorded live for the entire world, with the superhero communities pressured to find them.

[bratzray]

ᥫ᭡Forever Theirs ᥫ᭡

❥ Chapter 1: Introduction?

Warning: Obsessive behavior, stalking, mental tension, Baby is an iPad kid {saw this head-cannon and I loved it}

Synopsis: You finally made it to Korea, in your dream apartment and neighborhood. You decide to get to know your environment better than you do now when you meet them, The Saja Boys. They were singing their debut song “Soda Pop”, you watched for a little bit before continuing on your way, slowly forgetting about the performance. You finished your day by reading in the park before noticing something was off…

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Korea wasn’t the first option but it always was an option. Living in America and just making it by wasn’t ideal but moving to another country wasn’t something you saw yourself doing but you never downplayed the idea

You spoke to your family and close friends, saying your goodbyes because you don’t think you’ll be coming back, but at least you have one of your closest friends Ji-yoo coming with you. His mother’s family comes from Korea but his father was American, he wanted to come with you because he wanted to be closer to the other side of his family. 

The trip to Korea wasn’t all that bad, in fact it was kinda enjoyable, but getting settled in was the problem. You managed to find an apartment before moving to Korea but the problem was you had to get to it and with no car it was going to be a trip. 

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You finished moving into your apartment, it took a good while because most of the stuff you wanted needed to be shipped, but the apartment is finally yours’ 

You wanted to take a walk when you get a call, you look for your phone and end up finding it and picking up 

“Hello?” 

“Why are you speaking to me like you don’t know who’d be calling you this early?” 

“Hi Ji what do you want?” you ask, trying to find your purse to complete your outfit 

“You remember our little date plan right?” he ask with a slight attitude

“Yes I wouldn’t dare to forget, I’m going out right now to get some food to make.” you say, rolling your eyes at his attitude 

“Yea you better, because knowing you if I hadn’t called you would’ve forgotten.” he said as you hear a car door slamming in the background 

“Where are you right now?” you ask before rushing to your window and seeing him leaning on the side of his car

“Why the hell are you outside my apartment right now…” you ask him as you stare him down from your window 

“Girl stop talking and get your ass down here so we can go get this food.” he replied before looking up into your apartment building and flipping you off. You repeat the action back before finally putting your shoes on and walking to the elevator. 

You meet Ji-yoo at the front before he practically tackles you into a hug 

“You take too long, you know that?” he ask before letting go of you and fixing your frizzy hair, you roll your eyes before responding 

“Let's not talk about who’s taking too long because last time I checked, last dinner date we planned it took you almost 2 hours to even make it to my house…” you say looking at him annoyed 

“We turned a new leaf [✮], we don’t talk about the past.” he said snarky before walking away towards his car. 

You just huffed before making your way towards him, waiting for him to get what he needed from the car. You guys started walking towards the convenient store before you heard and saw a crowd of people, looking around you and Ji-yoo started making your way to the crowd when you heard it 

The Saja boys. That’s what this little boy group was called, or so you assumed since that’s what people were screaming. You watch their performance and for the most part they’re pretty good, but something in you was pushing you closer to them, pushing you to speak to them. You shove that feeling away and continue to watch, humming some of the parts that repeat itself. 

You try to find Ji-yoo before seeing him standing on the other side, practically salivating at the boys. You rolled your eyes before trying to shove your way through the crowd to make it to him, you almost made it when you saw him, or more so he saw you. One of the boys made direct eye contact with you, and he was holding it for a long time. It made you nervous, but you couldn’t look away. 

It felt like hours of just you and him staring at each other, before Ji-yoo snapped you out of it. 

“Come on before we get distracted again.” he said before pulling you out of the crowd and making it to the store. 

“Ji, was it me or was that boy staring mad hard at me?” you ask him before putting some ramen and kimbap into your basket

“No, I noticed but maybe it’s just that idol boy charm, probably nothing much really.” he said before he walked away 

You shake your head agreeing but there’s something in you telling you it was more than just that, that it wasn’t just an idol boy look, he looked like he was trying to find out something about you, like you stole money from him and he wanted to make sure it was you.  

You just shake away that feeling and continue with your shopping, getting snacks that you and Ji plan on scoffing down once you make it home 

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 On the other side of the city were the Saja Boys, they had just finished their debut performance before making it back to their apartment but something had been on Romance’s mind for hours and he just couldn’t shake it off. He finally build up the courage and asked 

“Was it only me, but did y’all feel her there too?” he asked before looking around the room at the boys 

Jinu huffs, “I did, but it was probably just nothing.” he replied shaking his head, but he knows deep down it wasn’t just nothing 

“No it wasn’t just nothing, I felt her and something’s telling me I saw her too.” Romance replied, huffing slightly at Jinu ignoring what he said 

“He’s right Jin, I felt her too.” Abby finally spoke up before looking up from his phone over to the two boys, while the other two were in their own world 

Baby laughed slightly before speaking up, “I found her, y’all are just useless.” He huffed before shoving his ipad into Romance’s arms. It was your instagram, it had nearly every picture you’ve ever taken, pictures of you and Ji-yoo, your family, and even you moving to Korea. 

“YES! That’s her, that’s who I saw, I bet you that’s who Gwi-ma was talking about!” Romance jumped up before shoving the Ipad into Jinu’s arms,

 “SEE LOOK FOR YOURSELF!!” he said, before dancing, feeling like he proved a point, just then Jinu looked at the Ipad and felt his heart pang even more than it already was, it was really you. 

“Now are we all just gonna sit here and do nothing, because I found her address…” Baby said before continuing to drink out of some type of bottle. The rest of the boys looked at him before finally deciding to go out and look for you, their soulmate. 

You and Ji-yoo were having the best night ever, just watching movies and eating the snack y’all brought earlier but it was getting late and he had work the next day. You lead Ji-yoo out to his car before giving him a hug and letting him go on his way. 

It was slightly warm and nobody was outside so you decided to just sit down at a bench that was near a small pond by the side of your apartment building. You were there for a while, kittens were just roaming around before one jumped onto your lap while you pet it. 

It was calming, with a slight wind and somewhat chilly air until you got this feeling, it was the same feeling you got when you were watching the Saja boys but this one felt different. It wasn’t that warm feeling anymore, it was more or so a feeling of being watched or even observed. 

This feeling never went away so you looked around, trying to find out where that feeling was coming from, but you found nothing. Not wanting to find out anymore you made your way back into your home, the little kitten that was on your lap followed you home. You’ll just keep in mind you’ll have to go shopping for your new companion. 

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The boys observed you, they watched how you pet the kittens around you, they watched how your body relaxed in the slight breeze that was around you. They loved everything about you and they weren’t willing to let that feeling go. 

“See, I told you it was her, just look at her.” Romance said with “heart eyes” as he followed your every movement

“I don’t believe it…” Jinu said looking stunned at your beauty 

“She’s…wow” Mystery mumbled to himself before leaning in closer from the corner to look at you better 

Baby and Abby were quiet, just looking and following the way you moved, slight obsession filled their eyes, they wanted to be closer, to have more of you. But before they could do anything everyone froze, as they watched you look around, slight fear on your face. That’s when they noticed you begin to leave, but Baby wasn’t going to let you go just yet. 

As you were making your way into your apartment building, baby followed right behind you, ignoring the constant protest from the others. He was silent, just following you until he saw you open your door and close it after the kitten that was following you got inside. That’s when he walked over to your closed door and took a picture of your apartment number. 

Some may call it stalking, but he’s just getting to know more about his soon to be lover. He finally makes it back outside before he was meant with four angry faces. 

“Why the hell would you follow her?” Romance said before grabbing Baby and pulling him into the rest of the boys as they surround him in a circle 

“What if you get caught then what?” Jinu said sternly before plucking Baby on the head 

“How were we supposed to help if someone saw you?” Abby said shaking his head before huffing 

Mystery stayed silent but by the look on his face, he wasn’t happy with what Baby did. Yes they wanted to get to know more about you and yes they might be a little obsessed with you, but following you home was a different topic. As the three boys continued to give Baby a stern talking that when he finally spoke up 

“Do you want her address or not? We can send her gifts now…” He said as he looked at the other boys, it took them a while to respond before Mystery spoke up 

“No gifts right now but soon.” He said before walking away, the boys followed after him 

“Do you really have her apartment number?” Abby asked as Baby pulled out his phone and showed him the picture of your apartment number. The other two looked at the photo and smiled, they finally found their soulmate, and they don’t plan on letting you go.

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❥ Chapter 2

[lumieraz]

Word count: 3.9k

Tags: Caleb x fem!reader, fluff, slightly subby caleb, he eats you out lol, creampies, slight body worship, some praise, dry humping, rough sex

Summary: Caleb and you end up having sex after he yaps about model planes lmao

Gentle was the way the light from the lamp to the side of his bed gleamed off the walls and settled lowly in the room.

Caleb sat next to you as you slightly snuggled up at his side, the both of you slouched against the wall and pillows as you listened intently to his ongoing, mostly one-sided conversation. It was kind of nice to just sit next to him like this and listen to him go on and on about his interests even if you didn’t really understand some of the stuff he was talking about. 

“There are some model planes that come almost pre-built, those ones are pretty convenient for some people, but I like building them from scratch, personally,” His voice was sort of giddy as he continued on with his explanation of the different components of model aircrafts. He seemed so passionate about this and you found that endlessly sweet. 

“There’s so much thought that goes into building one that a lot of people wouldn’t actually appreciate until they’ve tried it themselves,” He said before looking over at you to ask, “Are you actually listening?” His tone was sort of teasing.

“Oh! Yeah I am, keep talking,” You replied as your gaze traced his features. He looked so pretty right now, gorgeous with the way his lips tilted up into another soft smile when you gave him the go-ahead to continue talking. 

He started going over the various types of tools usually needed when building model planes and you realized that there is a lot more that goes into this than you originally thought, well, you honestly aren’t entirely sure what you originally thought anymore as you continue to listen to his voice — Your mind was no longer fully comprehending the strings of words coming out of his mouth as he continued to talk about different model aircraft supplies. 

Honestly, you really didn’t mean to space him out again, his voice is just so soothing and lovely that you couldn’t help but feel a little mesmerized as he spoke. Your eyes traced the arch of his brows, the way his eyes crinkled slightly as he smiled while talking about something that ultimately fell on deaf ears. Oh, he was so, so cute. 

“—And that’s exactly why those types are amazing to see fly for the first time! They just—” He raised his head slightly to look at you and his sentence trailed off. Why were you looking at him like that?

“Well, I mean… They’re just cool is what I’m really trying to say…” He said a little more sheepishly than before, looking away from you and your enamored gaze. 

You giggled lightheartedly at his sudden flustered behavior and sat up a little “No! No- I’m sorry, I’m listening, tell me more!” you continued. 

“I’m not sure what else to say,” He said, and it was technically a lie, because at any other moment he really would go on for a lot longer talking about these things… But right now it felt as though all of his knowledge on model planes had dissipated from his mind as he watched you continue to scoot in a little closer to him. 

“Okaaay… If you say so.” You said softly as your hand slipped down to take hold of his hand and intertwine your fingers with his. 

He huffed out a breath and his gaze followed your hand as you did so, just staring quietly.

You couldn’t help but laugh as his eyes returned to yours, a dopey smile gracing your lips. This usually happened when you were alone with him for a bit too long. You so easily slipped under that blanket of nostalgic affection for him, one built from years of just simply being there for one another. It made you want to smile and laugh, maybe pepper his face with kisses, or just hold him close until you fell asleep in his arms.

He tilted his head down slightly and sighed before raising it again to look at your face, his expression nothing short of fond. “Ah… Just come here already…” He said, gesturing for you to move closer.

Your smile widened as you moved to climb onto his lap and snuggle close. He sighed and closed his eyes as he wrapped two strong arms around you. “You know, if this is what you really wanted, you could’ve just asked…” He murmured softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck in return.

You looked into his eyes and a soft giggle escaped you. “Mmm no, I like listening to you,” You mumbled. The air felt a little more magnetic now than it did before. There was always this gentle, playful push and pull between the two of you, but it always felt stronger in moments like this, making your face a little warmer and your a little heart softer. 

“Then what was I just talking about?” He asked, a playful glint in his violet eyes. 

You huffed out a laugh before giving the most useless answer you could offer up, “Uhhh– Planes?”.

You watched as his expression once again turned into something softer, shaking his head as a small ‘tsk’ fell from his lips. He looked at you again and you both just sat like that for a few moments, admiring one another as the silence stretched on until it split in two. 

He was leaning in a little more now, you noticed. You couldn’t help but lean in a little more as well.

You felt him press his forehead to yours and then the faint brush of his breath against your lips, fleeting and warm before he pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was chaste and soft and then he pulled back, just merely looking into your eyes with a slightly unreadable look before pressing back in to kiss you a little deeper.

You slowly changed positions to straddle him and one of his hands started to rub up and down the side of your body, his touch was so gentle – almost reverent. You leaned in again and brushed your lips against his and he closed his eyes. You giggled softly against his lips and he did the same.

You felt his free hand snake up your body and towards the back of your head to gently hold it as the one rubbing your side came up to cup your chin. 

And you were being a little shy, so he used it as leverage to slowly prod a little deeper with the kiss until it was something not so soft and fleeting. 

You allowed him to take that initiative as he angled your face a little more to his liking and gently pressed in deeper. His tongue very slightly slipped into your mouth and rolled over yours in a way that had you falling pliable to his touch. He pulled his head back afterwards and you couldn’t help but lean in and subconsciously chase the warmth of his mouth, cute.

“Just follow my lead, okay?” He whispered against your lips and you listened, mirroring his actions as the hand he had cupping your jaw moved to gently cradle the side of your face. 

Here it was – that same push and pull again. The two of you always guided each other in the only ways you both knew best, something as simple and intangible as a kiss was no exception to that rule. You really did wish it could just stay like this forever, such a warm and comforting thing that only he was able to give you.

But you were only human, and your wishes of wanting to keep things soft and innocent like this were fleeting as you began to crave more of him. You didn’t understand how he so easily made you like this, your need for him so quickly becoming all consuming.

Pure warmth slowly bled into something more fevered and passionate between you and him as your hands slid up to cup his face in return.

You looked into his eyes again upon pushing back a bit and breaking the kiss, you noticed this intensity in them now that made heat curl up inside of you.

The shift in the air was almost palpable, a much too knowing moment of silence shared briefly between the two of you… And before you knew it – his hands were all over you. 

He was touching with urgency now, pulling you closer, palming up against your breasts through the fabric of the shirt that you happened to borrow from him earlier.

Yeah. He needed that off. Now.

His hands hastily moved to the hem of the shirt before he stopped in his tracks and looked to you again, silently asking permission, because your comfort was always first on his mind before anything else. You always appreciated this part of him, you really did… But sometimes you couldn’t help but wish he would be beside himself enough to just tear the offending clothes away without notice. 

But that wasn’t what this was, and you knew that. 

So you instead just nodded softly at him.

He lifted the shirt up over your head gently before tossing it somewhere haphazardly in his room. The lacy floral bra you wore underneath was much appreciated by him, but it also needed to be gone. He reached around and unclasped the garment and watched in awe as he used his Evol to toss it away with a flick of his finger. 

You suddenly felt too open and bare, and just a little cold too now that your breasts were on full display to him.

Caleb on the other hand though… 

He couldn’t help but reach out and cup them with his hands and sighed softly as you slightly backed away from the touch, his hands were warm though, and he was looking at you so dearly, so you swallowed back the shyness that often forced its way out of you during intimacy and decided to instead be more open with him. You brought your hands up to where his hands were and pressed your palms against the backs of his, forcing him to apply more pressure against your breasts.

He took that as about as much confirmation he needed to continue before he was leaning in and peppering your chest and neck with kisses.

You flush, his actions suddenly so bold as he stopped his kisses and lowered his head to graze one of your hardening nipples with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, you couldn’t stop the whine that escaped your lips and the sound did nothing but egg him on.

Your back arched slightly as his hands slipped down to your hips and gripped firmly to press you against the tent forming beneath his grey shorts. Fuck, he was getting hard, you could feel it pressing into you and liquid heat pooled in the pit of your stomach as you felt him start to use the hands on your hips to rock you against him. 

It was kind of lazy at first, just allowing him to guide your movements so as to feel that pleasurable friction. Well, it really didn’t stay that way for long as you pressed against him deeper, closer, and harder.

He pulled back from your chest and looked into your eyes with pink dusted cheeks and slightly parted lips. God, He looked needy, you almost instantly pulled him into a deep, hungry kiss, groaning into his open mouth as he resumed his earlier actions of grinding you down against his cock.

Your hands slipped down to his chest, pressing in softly and then skimming your fingers down against the cool fabric of his shirt until they found the hem and tugged slightly. He noticed what you were silently asking for and instantly moved to help you pull off his shirt without hardly breaking the kiss.

You gasped as he sat up and hauled you down onto the bed, your back hitting the mattress with a soft thud as he leaned over you.

You watched longingly as he began to fumble with the waistband of his sweatpants, slipping them down his legs enough that you could fully see the outline of his cock through his boxers before clumsily pulling them off entirely and throwing them to the side of his bed. 

He all but collapsed on top of you afterwards and started to grind his still boxer-clad cock against your thigh. 

“Please– Please, I need– need to, fuck– Need you,” He whimpered against your ear as his needy grinding quickly morphed into him essentially humping your thighs.

You felt heat sweep up and down your body at his behavior and the wetness between your legs suddenly became a little hard to ignore. 

Your hands moved to his head and you gently raked your fingers through his hair, you felt him rut against you a little more frantically at the action as he started to leave hot, open mouthed kisses against your neck, making you moan softly.

“Caleb, please,” You whined, you didn’t know what you were begging for exactly, you just knew that you suddenly needed him closer.

He sat back slightly and his kisses began to descend down your body now, kissing down between the valley of your breasts, and then down your abdomen, then finally down below your navel. His lips left a searing trail in their wake, leaving your hips to twitch uselessly in aroused anticipation.

He glanced up at you briefly before softly gripping the waistband of your shorts and pulling them down your thighs and then completely off to be tossed away as well. 

You gasped as he leaned in and nosed against the wet spot that had formed against your panties. He couldn’t stop himself from pulling them down frantically and leaning back in to press a soft hand to the inner parts of each of your thighs. You gave in so easily, spreading them for him like it was instinct and he felt his cock twitch at the sight of it, pretty. 

A soft laugh rumbled from him before he leaned in and began to leave soft kisses and bites against your inner thigh, leaving you dizzy and hot all over. He trailed them up until he was right at the heat between your legs. 

“Wait— Caleb–!” Before you could finish your sentence he was already licking a stripe up through the wetness that had gathered up down there, forcing a strangled noise from your throat and making your words die off rather quickly. 

His mouth began to worship you with unrelenting passion, forcing the air from your lungs as he lapped and delved his tongue in, humming in satisfaction at the taste of you. 

You couldn’t help but squirm and cry out as your thighs clamped at the sides of his head. You could tell he was taking pleasure in this with the way he was grinding himself against the mattress as he licked a languid stripe up to your most sensitive part before sucking on it harshly.

“Caleb– Hah fuck– please,” You moaned unashamedly as your hands moved to grip his hair and pull on it slightly. He fucking moaned at that, and you definitely weren’t ready for the way he started to eat you out even more hungrily than he was before.

Your body convulsed at the overwhelming feelings and tears blurred your vision as you started to cry out louder, “Caleb— Wait, stop, It’s too- too much I– I can’t” It was all happening too fast. That knot forming in your stomach was about to snap if he kept going, so you tried to pull his head back, but to your dismay he grabbed your wrists and forced them down at your sides. 

You thrashed and gasped out his name in a futile attempt to slow his movements as he licked up as much of your juices as he could, such useless attempts, If only you knew how sexy you sounded right now.

You could feel the tides of your arousal crashing dangerously close over the shore, just a little more and you feared that the string of arousal forming deep inside you would snap. 

In your pleasure hazed mind you had barely noticed that he had inserted a finger until he started to move it inside of you while still licking you up like a starved man. That was about all you needed now to finish at this point. You gushed all over his face and he drank it all in fervently, groaning at the taste before finally pulling back from between your legs and removing his hand to lick the taste of you off of his fingers.

He looked down at your spent form, taking in the sight of your heaving chest and tear stricken eyes, he was so hard now that it almost hurt, precum leaking out through his boxers at the tip, and the completely wrecked look you had now was doing absolutely nothing to help him.

“You’re so beautiful,” He breathed as he leaned in to kiss you deeply. You could taste yourself on his tongue and it made a strange sense of need swirl around inside of you. This kiss was hungrier than any of the earlier ones, it was like he was repeating the motions he had just been using down there in the kiss now, essentially fucking his tongue into your mouth in a way that had you whining and sputtering against his lips. 

He started to palm himself over his boxer as he continued to kiss you deeply, whining into your mouth as he pulled the fabric down enough to let his cock spring free from those confines, it was all wet and hot and hard in his hand. 

He broke the kiss and pulled back, a string of spit still connecting the two of you as he pressed his forehead to your. “Please baby,” He groaned and your gaze was quickly guided to where he was currently stroking himself with need. 

You quickly pushed him back a bit, stopping his movements. “Please! I– I can take it. Just fuck me already,” You begged, feeling way too empty all of a sudden. 

He stroked himself a few more times and lined himself up with your entrance at your request. He didn’t instantly do anything though, just lazily dragging the head of his cock up and down through your folds, teasing you even now. 

One of his hands came back up to your breast and began to roll one of your nipples between his fingers again, Your hips bucked against his cock at the sensation and he couldn’t help but slowly begin to press into you.

You and him both groaned in unison as you felt him press inside slowly, inch by inch. You let out a soft sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan once he bottomed out. Your eyes fluttered open to take in the expression on his face. His eyes were closed, lips parted, and eyebrows scrunched slightly in pleasure as he just kind of stayed inside of you like that for a few moments.

It was when he began to move that the air was pulled from your lungs once again, the drag of his cock against your walls was slow and almost deliberate. He continued to lazily thrust up into you a few times like that, just really letting you feel everything. 

His thrusts slowly began to speed up though, he was trying so hard to take his time with you, but he couldn’t do it anymore. 

He scooped you up in his arms again and fell back so that he was laying down against his pillows again, forcing you to straddle him much like you did earlier, only this time under slightly different circumstances. 

You cried out as his hands swiftly pushed you down onto his cock again and started to fuck up into you, Fuck you were so tight and wet. His hands moved to your hips again and started to guide you to fuck yourself on his cock and it took you no time before you started riding him needily. You cried against his lips and he hushed you lovingly.

“I know, I know… You’re doing so well baby,” He whispered and forced you down onto him a little harder, “Just take it, I know you can,”

The praise made you feel even more needy and hot and your rhythm faltered a little bit as that ache deep inside you started to resurface again. 

He began to leave apologetic kisses all over your face as he took the lead again, bucking up into you roughly enough to have you nearly screaming as his hands forced your thighs further apart and he speared his cock deeper inside of you. 

One of his hands came up to your face and he pressed two fingers against your lips until you readily parted them for him, you took them into your mouth and began to suck on them eagerly for him. His cock twitched inside of you at the sight and you could tell he was starting to come close to that edge. 

Wanting nothing more than to make him come, you started to fuck yourself on him as fervently as you could, being egged on by the soft whines and whimpers that began to escape his lips at it. 

“You– You’re gonna make me cum,” He groaned, trying to slow your movements. You didn’t let up though, trying to fuck yourself even harder on his cock until he gasped and couldn’t help himself fuck up into you sloppily. 

To your surprise though, you ended up orgasming first, convulsing around his cock with a sharp cry and literally squirting all over him.

He continued to fuck you deeply and you squirmed away due to the overstimulation until he clamped his hands down on your hips and forced you to take it, chasing that high of his own. 

“I– I’m gonna come inside, that okay?” He rasped out, “Please, please can I? Baby please” He continued until you nodded weakly, you were so fucked out that you’d let him do whatever he wanted at this point. 

He thrusted up into you, one, two, three times, and then he was letting go. White hot strips of liquid filled you up inside as he cried out your name, fucking you through the aftershocks of his orgasm until his cock started to hurt.

The two of you just stayed like that for a while until you both came down from your respective highs, chests heaving and skin slick with sweat. 

You laid next to him in bed and snuggled up in his embrace after the two of you had taken a bath together, changed his bedding, and changed into some new comfortable clothes. Sighing softly, you pressed your face into his chest a little more and he held you a little tighter.

You felt warm and spent and so tired, wanting nothing more than to just fall asleep in his arms and let the warmth of his body guide your dreams somewhere soft and sweet.

You laid like that for a while until his voice momentarily cut off your thoughts as he spoke softly and rubbed his hand up and down your back. 

“Hmm… Maybe I should invite you over to talk about planes more often,”.

[fuddsgf]

when it rains - juju watkins

summary 𞠬: when long-distance and growing silence wedge space between you and juju, what was once a passionate connection starts to fray under the weight of unspoken hurt. late-night calls turn to missed voicemails, and love becomes an echo you can no longer chase.

warnings:emotional neglect, angst, heartbreak, breakups, hints of emotional burnout/loneliness, unrequited feelings emotional themes throughout. lmk if i missed anything

tags: @patscorner @cherryswisherz @kmoneymartini @authentic-girl03 @bueckersverse @vamptizm

“i don’t know where you go, hard for you to share your home”

you sighed as you leaned your head back against the wall, phone pressed tight to your ear. ringing. then voicemail. again.

you hung up locking your screen, your exhausted reflection staring back at you. eyes half-lidded, hoodie too big, heart aching. you had a feeling that you knew where she was—some party in L.A., somewhere that screamed bright lights and blurred loyalty.

it wasn’t the first time juju disappeared on you like this. left you with more questions than comfort. promises drowned in the pulse of whatever club she let herself get lost in.

-

the texts became infrequent, rushed and distracted calls. you’d hear music in the background, sometimes laughter. she’d say something like, “sorry babe, i’m out with the team. you know how it is.”

but she never asked how you were. never listened when you tried talking about your day or how geno kicked paige out of practice because of her ankle.

the first few times, you brushed it off. juju was busy—so were you. the season was heating up, and uconn didn’t exactly hand out breathers. but eventually, your excuses for her felt paper-thin.

“Cause you don’t want it all, is what we have disposable?”

you’d stay up after practices, phone in hand, waiting for her to call like she promised. sometimes she did. most of the times, she didn’t.

the silence was starting to weigh down on you like any game loss.

one random night after a double practice that left your knees shaking and your chest burning, you sat in the locker room long after everyone had left.

aubrey sat down next to you on the bench, “rough day?” she asked grabbing her water bottle and handing it to you. eyes gentle as she scanned your red eyes.

you tried nodding but your chin wobbled instead. “i just… i have this feeling l-like im being forgotten in real-time you know?” you expressed looking at her tears starting to fall down your cheeks.

she didn’t push you to continue, didn’t ask who or what. she sat with you until the ache in your chest had softened.

the locker room was silent except for the low hum of the lights in the vending machine. rain tapped against the window like it knew what you were feeling. you watched the raindrops trial down the window blurring the outside lights like tears you were too tired to shed.

your phone buzzed.

juju💕: sorry babe. long night i’ll call you tomorrow, pinky promise.

you stared at it, thumb hovering over the notification. but you didn’t reply.

because tomorrow never really comes anymore. you placed the phone face-down on the bench, as if not seeing the words would conceal you from its existence. now it just felt like a delay. a stall. like juju was always out of reach—calling from noisy hallways, sending half-hearted messages between practices, classes and parties.

you used to be her world. now you’re just orbiting it. you grabbed your zip up hoodie, “i didn’t mean to cry,” you mumbled more to the empty room than to aubrey.

“you don’t have to mean it to need it,” she said barely above a whisper. it wasn’t deep or profound. but it settled in your bones like truth.

“let’s head back to the dorms before we get locked in here,” she said getting up and grabbing her duffel, you soon followed her lead grabbing your stuff.

“thank you for being here aubs you’re a great friend,” you said hugging her outside the gym heading towards your car before she could even get a word out.

-

“feels like im on my own, please don’t try to ignore that”

it was past midnight when your phone rang.

juju 💕 calling…

you stared at your screen for a beat debating if you should answer, but you did. “hey,” you said voice quieter than you intended.

static. laughter in the background. music. then her voice—a little slurred, all sugar and sunshine like if she wasn’t calling 4 days late.

“baaabe,” juju cooed “i miss you, im so sorry i’ve been like M.I.A. you know how crazy it gets after a win. team went out, we hit this rooftop bar— there was a DJ, you would’ve loved it!”

your silence must’ve stretched for a bit too long.

“baby?” she said again. you closed your eyes taking a deep breath “yea. i’m here.”

“good, i was worried you were mad.” she giggled. “don’t be mad, okay? i swear i’ll call you for real tomorrow morning. pinky promise.”

tomorrow. that damn word again.

you swallowed hard. “juju…when was the last time you asked how i was doing?”

she paused. the music dipped lower, or maybe she had stepped away from it. “what?”

“i mean it,” you said voice steadier now, sharper at the edges. “you talk about your games, your team, your wins… but you don’t ask about me anymore! you don’t call when you say you wil. you don’t even notice when i’m not okay”

“don’t do this,” she sighed. “you know how my schedule is–”

“no, juju. you don’t know mine. you haven’t asked. not once.” there was a pause. a longer one. you imagined her frowning, that defensive tilt in her voice building even before she spoke.

“look, i’m trying, okay? i’m just- i’ve got a lot going on.”

“yea,” you said, quietly “so do i.” you could hear the next words forming in her throat, some half assed apology or excuse dressed up for love. but you don’t wait for them.

“i have to go,” you quickly said. “i’ve got an early practice.” 

“oh. okay. love you” she said softly.

but you didn’t say it back. you ended the call. sat there in the quiet with the buzzing silence of everything that was left unsaid.

-

“help me remember that i want more, something beautiful”

you sent it without thinking. a voice message. no script. just the raw truth.

“hey. i don’t think this is working out anymore. i kept waiting for it to feel like it used to– like i was still important to you. but it’s just not there anymore. and i can’t keep shrinking myself to fit into the margins of your life. i deserve someone who shows up. so, this is me letting go.”

delivered.

read.

no reply.

-

the crowd was electric. the cameras are everywhere. this is the stage. the rivalry. but for juju, it’s personal now.

juju spots you in warmups. headphones in. eyes sharp. you don’t even glance her way.

you’re walking off the court when aubrey jogs up beside you, bumping her shoulder into yours playfully, handing you a towel.

you laugh, not forced. not hollow. it’s the kind of laugh that used to belong to her. but it hasn’t in a long time.

juju watches from across the floor. she watches the way you light up when aubrey leans in to say something only you can hear. the way your eyes linger on her a little too long. the way you don’t flinch when aubrey’s hand brushes against your lower back, steadying you as the crowd roars. and suddenly it hits her.

she lost you.

not because of one mistake, but a hundred small ones. missed calls. half-hearted “tomorrows.” apologies that never came.

and aubrey? she was always there. just out of focus, until now.

maybe uconn won. maybe they didn’t. but either way, the game wasn’t what stuck with juju.

it was the image of you in the tunnel. leaning against a wall, smiling as aubrey talks with her hands, animated and flushed from the win. you’re listening, really listening, with a soft look in your eyes.

the one juju used to know.

and when aubrey brushes your knuckles with hers, and you don’t pull away juju finally understands.

juju stood there, jersey soaked, hands clenched at her sides, watching the two of you disappear down the hallway.

she didn’t call your name.

she knew it wouldn’t change anything.

because this time, tomorrow came.

but it didn’t have her in it.

[kokii-omii]

i should really make my dialogues in advance so i dont have to make you guys wait whenever i ask who wants to get part 2 of flight fest

but I'll just say that Phoebe's emoji is gonna be this 🌼 for her dialogue

cuz she will be yapping, and also im gonna use some bgs from Hercules cuz my ass is NOT drawing all that, and I'll also be using some irl pictures (probably gonna put a filter on it) for some places cuz the cave system of Feather-Fair City is based on a real place ive been to and the vibes are just perfect to not use it

anyway let me cook for part 2 , it might be really long

but feel free to ask me some stuff down in the replies while i make the dialogue

[curlysswirlywirly]

WHO’S THE BIRTHDAY GIRL?

⋆ MAINSTREAM!MARK has been plotting since eight months prior. he’s the first one to wish you happy birthday, bc he remembered, he counted down, he has a post-it in his locker and he woke up with an alarm titled KISS HER FOR GOD’S SAKE. he acts nonchalant about it though, sitting on the edge of your bed, with his sneakers still on, birthday balloon bobbing behind his dumb head. asks, “you’re not one of those girls who cries when she turns a year older, right?” then he stares and he stares some more and then he shifts forward and kisses you too softly for someone who’s a biological weapon. it smells like whatever cinnamon body mist you sprayed under your shirt. he won’t stop kissing you for a while. your birthday gift is him taking a half-day from superhero stuff and letting you rant about your friends over ice cream. thrilling. he picks a piece of lint out of your hair while you talk and never tells you what it was.

⋆ MOHAWK!MARK shoves your window up with the butt of his fist at exactly 11:47pm a day BEFORE your birthday, he’s holding a paper bakery box, it’s tilted, and there’s definitely frosting on his hand. “don’t freak,” he mutters, balancing it with his elbow while peeling the blinds out of his face. “some old lady saw me in the street with this and called the cops. they might show up. just ignore it.” he pushes the box into your arms with a crooked smirk. “happy whatever.” inside is a vaguely round cake, a little dented from his less than gentle handling, but fully intact. your favorite flavor, dead-on. pink and white swirled icing, strawberries on the sides. and in the middle, in smeared red frosting written like a threat: “HOTTER THIS YEAR (BARELY).” you shove his shoulder and he snickers. you ask him if he made it himself. he pulls out a lighter and shrugs. “maybe. maybe i threatened a bakery boy to do it while i hovered. who knows.” then he lights a single candle and jerks his chin at it. “go on. do your wish thing.” you close your eyes and wish something stupid, blowing it out with a big smile. he remembered, awww! when you open them, he’s closer. right in front of you now, licking frosting off the corner of his thumb, watching your mouth. “so…” he says, “birthday kiss or what?” he drags you to the couch and mashes his mouth before you can reply. he kisses so rough, you’re nearly folded over the throw pillows, and his hand has already tugged your shorts halfway down your thigh before you even register the moment. he grins into it, then he tries to act smug when you’re breathless. he’s disgusting, but he’s also the best kisser you’ve ever had. he mumbles “tastes good,” into your lips, “gonna be hard to top this next year.”

⋆ SINISTER!MARK sits beside your bed in the morning. you wake up with your wrists marked up with faint red lines in the shape of his hands, red ribbon wrapped once, twice, knotted around your throat (his doing). the mirror he mounted across from the bed is tilted to reflect the imprint of his hand on your hip. your phone’s dead, but there’s no notifications to anticipate from it anyway. nobody remembered because he made sure of it. he’s vaporized every version of anyone who would’ve texted you. he kisses you while you’re mid-sentence. his mouth tastes off. coppery, maybe. he hums a little birthday melody that doesn’t exist in any human language. you whisper that you want space and he appears in your shower five seconds later. “do you really think you belong to yourself?” he whispers, “on your birthday? after the gift i gave you?” you cry once and he kisses your eyes and says “thank you for being born. i would’ve burned every planet just to find you.” but he gets you a tiara so :p

⋆ SHEISTY!MARK literally FORGETS. then he panics. then lies and says he “DID NOT.” then he sends a mass invite on a burner phone and ends up throwing a party in the back of a karaoke bar that may or may not have been legally shut down. there’s a stripper pole and there’s at least two girls named “vanessa” who claim they’re seeing him. one of them brought your gift. he invites exes, he invites people who think they’re dating you. he gets mad about the latter. has the audacity to act sulky when you get kissed on your birthday. but then corners you in the stairwell and presses his palm to your throat and goes, “you like all this attention? you want me to remind you who did it first?” he gifted you lip gloss, lingerie, and a star with your name on it. all stolen and all perfect. his best kiss is the one he gives you at 3am, when everyone’s gone and he just stares at you like you hung the sky. “next year,” he says, “i’m gonna do it right. promise.” you believe him for no reason at all.

⋆ OMNI!MARK gives no sign or acknowledgment towards your special day until you actually ask him if he remembered and he confirms with one singular nod of his stiff head. then turns around and hands you a tiny box. so blasé. is the rarest piece of viltrumite crystal in existence. “it took thirty years to form. i waited for it.” you and him blink simultaneously. then he reaches for you slowly, and when he kisses you, it’s unbearably tender. his mouth trembles. he makes a soft noise like he’s been struck. you feel him inhale you. finally. he doesn’t touch you again for an hour. you realize later it’s because he was overwhelmed. he gets flustered when you straddle him and say it’s your birthday and you can ask for anything you want. he complies. he says your name three times like a wish. it’s your best birthday yet. you think it might break him.

⋆ VILTRUMITE!MARK has established rituals for this. and traditions. an entire series of customs that he adapted from both his human half and his militarized nobility. your bed is strewn with flower petals. there’s a feast being prepped. his uniform is cleaned and pressed. he’s been practicing his little “human serenade” to make you laugh. he sings off-key and you fall into him giggling and he catches you before you land. he kisses you with two hands framing your face, happily lets your lip gloss ruin his collar. it is your special day, after all. he recites your favorite poem. then kisses the inside of your palm and places it over his heart. he doesn’t let you lift a finger all day. you take five bubble baths and he washes your hair in one of them. he carries you from room to room, just because it makes him happy. your birthday is a holy day to him, he treats it like sacred ground.

⋆ LENSLESS!MARK refuses to let anyone else acknowledge your birthday before him. he climbs in your window at midnight and licks frosting off your collarbone. he says “happy birthday, baby” with a giddy laugh and eyes that don’t blink. he brings you twenty-seven mismatched gifts. some are alive but one is breathing. you kiss him and he whimpers. he kisses back too long. he gets on his knees for a while. he makes you cry a little by saying “i would’ve still loved you if you were born wrong. doesn’t matter. you belong to me.” you slap his chest and tell him he’s insane. he tells you it’s your birthday and you can hit him harder :( you wouldn’t, he’s been so sweet. he writes your name in frosting across his chest to make you eat it off. he’s the only one you see.

[abbysreal-wife]

Dark paradise

Pirate!Caitlyn x Siren!Reader

Dark paradise

Im lying in the ocean singing your song

Aaa

That’s how you sang it

— Lana Del Rey

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Summary:: The icence seas. Dangerous places for pirates. Should’ve turned around when they had the chance.

Tags:: (kinda) Leading on, seducing

A/N:: listen yall….. I know ts is ass okay so stop talking……

Little notes!: Caitlyn and vi used to date, this takes place in the 17th century but I will NOT be writing how they talked back then (idk how to without sounding like an idiot), powder— is just jinx in the AU (duh…), Maddie is mentioned if you don’t like her disrespectfully leave😒 reader kinda gives off succubus vibes, and reader gets lowkey confident at the end, ALSO, the fumes you ‘give off’ is like idk??? Sexual stuff…. YOULL SEE….

ANOTHER THING, thank you @korn-dawg yk what for…..

Currently playing…

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The waves crashed against the shore.

The boat left a low croak in the air as it continuously sailed against the thick water.

“Well, we’re lost now.” Caitlyn’s thick accent spoke out to the other passengers, Vi, powder, & maddie. “It’s because of the storm, don’t blame yourself, captain.”

Caitlyn pulled away from the stained paper map “yes, I know Maddie but.. it’s easy to get lost out in these seas.”

Vi sighed “maybe if we turned around we could go back to our original path”

Powder shook her head “it wouldn’t work out, the storm travels in circles, no?” Her raspy voice spoke out to the others.

Heeled boots hit the ground as caitlyn made her way to the much larger paper map which was hanging on by rusted nails and other old tools.

“Well might need to go to the icence seas.”

Caitlyns comment made the room go silent.

The icence seas.

Also known as “siren seas” because the many sightings of sirens “Absolutely not!” VI’s voice protested

“Captain, I mean no harm, and I’m not trying be disrespectful or rude but, have you not heard the things the other treasurers see out there?” Maddies comment was filled with concern.

Caitlyns jaw clenched your jaw hearing the girls desperate cries.

“The people say—“ you cut off powders sentence by huffing loudly “I know what heard, powder. That’s why I’m gonna prove them wrong.”

Cait was always the brave type, but never this brave.

She was practically giving everyone’s life away, like a cross trade between two people.

“Let’s get to moving then, shall we?” Caitlyn bellowed.

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ��� ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

It was well after dark now.

“We’re here, ma’am” maddie announced to caitlyn and the other passengers.

The boat was low, dark, scary even, lighting candles the four all made their way down to the hull.

“We’ve made it to the icence seas.”

“Safely” Caitlyn added.

Powder sighed leaning back on the chairs back legs “barely, the storm almost caught up to us, again.”

“Don’t make a big fuss about it, we all still have our limbs and we’re all still breathing” vi replied to powders complain.

“Where do we go now, captain?” Maddie asked.

Her question was a question everyone had but didn’t wanna say aloud “I don’t know.”

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

Under the dark seas.

“It’s not fair how she gets to get babied and she hasn’t lured not one person!” Your sister complained to your mother and father.

Your sister; Anastasia has been complaining for the last few weeks about how you haven’t got not one kill but still gets “babied” which wasn’t true in your eyes.

“Enough whining, child, she’s the youngest here and she needs time” your mother told off the red haired girl sitting beside you.

Ivelle; your other sister came up behind you. You watched as Anastasia and your mother continuously talked about you and other things of some sort.

“Don’t worry, Anastasia has always been the jealous type” ivelles low angelic voice gave you chills down your spine. You spun around facing her “I don’t know, she’s kinda true. I should have a lure by now.”

She sighed softly “you just need to sing louder, your voice is very soft”

Louder.

That word caught your attention.

“Thank you, ivelle, i appreciate it”

“Arise you three, a ship has been spotted amongst our seas” your father’s voice boomed out to you and your two sisters.

“God bless these humans… they will never learn will they” your mother sighed playing with the pearls on her neck.

“Does [౨ৎ˚₊] have to come? She’s just wasting time” Anastasia coldly asked your father who was standing know the door way.

Your father’s gaze shifted towards Anastasia “Enough, Anastasia. You don’t need to criticize your sister, me and your mother will discuss the situation later”

You laid your head low while passing by everyone in the room.

“I’ll take north, you take east, and you.. Anastasia paused when she came to you “you can take south, it’ll be easier.”

“Storms are bigger towards the south, sister, I’m sure you’ll lure lots.” Ivelle softly smiled at you, her webbed hand resting still on your shoulder.

You just smiled back and started your journey south.

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪˚₊

“How on earth did we sail south?!” Vis voice was loud, a fright fell behind her tone, that’s not usual.

Caitlyn just rubbed her forehead with frustration, “no need for yelling, I’m sure we just forgot to put the anchor down”

Everyone’s head turned to powder.

“Guys, I told you that the anchor is too heavy for me to carry, multiple times.” Powder admitted, she sat down in a chair, legs in a manspread.

Vi slammed her cup down, causing a vibration to run through the table as it knocked a few other things down.

“Why didn’t you ask for help?”

Powder shyed away, face red from embarrassment “I tried to, none of you guys helped me..”

“God, you see, this is why we don’t bring young people on board, cause of stupid shit like th-“

“Enough, vi. — Caitlyn’s face was puzzled, like she was trying to hear something from a distant “do you guys hear that?”

An angelic voice cried out from the seas, it cause all of them to turn their heads, Caitlyn pointed two fingers to the stairs leading up to the deck.

Once on the deck the four women immediately drew swords.

Whispers and songs could be heard.

Then a tail flapping out the waters.

The dark skies made everything seem like it was just a hallucination.

Lighting struck afar.

The songs grew louder, stronger, all of their heads started to spin, “captain, sail west…” maddie urged to Caitlyn who was already making her way to the rear.

“Fuck, do you guys feel that to?” Vis words were slurred before she dropped to the floor, soon after Maddie, and powder followed.

Cait was hanging on by a thread as she heard everything in her body to keep herself from slumping over.

The moon began to blur.

Songs stung her ears.

˖ ⊹ ࣪ ˚₊ Hear my voice beneath the sea

Sleeping now so peacefully

Sleep for all eternity

Black washed over her.

Caitlyn awoken by the sound of jelwery clinging and clashing into each other.

The woman infront of her stood tall, taller than her.

A name in expensive cursive writing was written on the back of the women’s arm.

𝓘𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮

“I’m sure they’ll awaken soon, your songs shouldn’t be to strong, child.”

The muffled woman’s voice echoed through out Caitlyn’s head.

“Yes, I know Ivelle but, what if I actually did kill them? I feel so horri—“

A loud gasp arouse from Caitlyn caused you stop mid sentence, making your way over to the blue haired girl dressed in, ruffles, strings and nets of some kind.

“Human form, little one.”

Ivelle reminded you before disappearing into the darkness of mysterious waters.

Your legs weren’t always your strongest suit but, it was gonna have to work for now.

“Who are you? Why am I here?” The blue haired girl immediately began to panic as she tugged against the strong ropes that were binding her arms behind her.

You smirked “I’m [..], it’s nice to meet you captain caitlyn.” You hinted at the embroidered ’Captain Caitlyn Kiramman’ on her vest.

“Case your wondering, it’s August 4th 1730” your soft but somehow strong voice told her. “You haven’t time traveled” a giggle emerged from you.

Caitlyn, still confused, looked around her surroundings, noticing her other passengers weren’t there she started to panic “where are my friends at?” She continued to tug against the rope.

“no worries, we’re keeping them somewhere, safe.”

Suddenly something in Caitlyn came up.

The longer she looked at you, the prettier you got.

The enticing blue eyed stare grabbed your attention.

Your wonders finally started to work.

The ropes started to feel less tight and looser, a lot looser.

She tugged at nothing. The ropes were gone now. She stood, her figure was tall, her eyes were filled with despair.

Leaning in, she kissed you.

Perfect.

You got her right where you needed her, vulnerable, desperate.

There was no romantic connection between you and her, you could feel it.

It was the air. Your aura. It caused things happen.

You were alluring. Fascinating even.

You chuckled, kissing her back grabbing the back of her head pulling her in closer.

The floor, the floor felt as if it was melting beneath her, she didn’t care, she couldn’t care, she was trapped.

Once realizing what was happening she struggled, pulled, pushed, nothing worked.

She was trapped.

You whispered something in your language in her ear.

The floor was sinking her in. Litterally.

“You don’t belong here”

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

A/N: uhm idk what put right here…… also sorry for spelling mistakes and random typos and spacing, I’m lowkey half asleep rn

@graciedollie @grotesquevi @valeisaslut @look-me @mewl3tte @ellies-moth-to-a-flame @ellieswife4ever @yokedtablet @doodl3wr1t3s @lolitalovess @lluxentzz @kissedbykhloe

[unlikeable-female-character]

Old Man Logan x Nurse!Reader - the fight

to be honest, the nurse! part of nurse!reader has somewhat fallen by the wayside, but I am still having a lot of fun writing these two. Again, I appreciate that Logan is probably acting hugely out of character but I hope that there is enough of him in there for people to recognise.

No smut in this one, but they do have a bit of a falling out.

other warnings: mentions of pregnancy, implied suicide attempts, implied unprotected sex, Logan getting slapped, implied alcoholism, angst

****

‘Do you think you might be?��� You were in your bathroom, sitting on the toilet with your feet up on the seat, your knees hugged tightly to your chest. Logan was perched on the side of the bath, both of you staring at the unopened pregnancy test sitting on the vanity like it was an unexploded bomb. It might as well be. You shrugged. ‘I don’t know. I’ve always been pretty regular and we’ve been careful….’ You stopped and looked at Logan. He had the decency to look sheepish. ‘Yeah well maybe not so careful…’ you muttered. Logan put his head in his hands ‘And it’s not like your birthday was the only time lately either,’ he said.

You couldn’t explain it. Yes you had been careless when you fucked after your birthday meal but that had been a spur of the moment thing. Aside from the first time you slept together, which had been nearly two years ago, Logan had always come well prepared with condoms. After your birthday however, you’d both become a little more relaxed, reckless even. Maybe this was something you both wanted, without ever really discussing it. Or maybe you just really liked how it felt when Logan came inside you.

‘No,’ you said shaking your head, ‘work is stressful right now. We’re understaffed and management is being a pain in my ass. That’s probably why I’m late’ Logan nodded, eye flicking to the test ‘You’re not convinced?’ ‘You sound like you’re trying to convince yourself, sweetheart,’ he said You shrugged again and let out a weak laugh. ‘Maybe I am.’ Logan reached out and picked up the box. ‘There’s only one way to really know,’ he said. You sighed. Of course there was. You took the test from him and opened the box. ‘Do you want me to stay?’ ‘Do you want to watch me peeing?’ You asked quirking a brow at him. Logan smiled a little. ‘Baby, you barged in on me when I was taking a shit the other day so you could show me something online. I’m pretty sure we’re way past being embarrassed about this stuff’ He watched as you went red remembering the incident. He put his hand on your cheek and you leaned into it. ‘I’ll wait in the bedroom,’ he said kissing you on the forehead.

Logan was lying back on your bed when you finally entered the room. He sat up when he saw you and patted the bed next to him. ‘Well?’ You didn’t say anything, just handed him the test. Not Pregnant. Clear as day. By some miracle all that unprotected sex had not produced a little Logan. It felt like hours, days, empires fell before either of you spoke. ‘How do you feel?’ Logan asked , reaching out and taking your hand. You rested your head on his shoulder. ‘Relieved,’ you replied, ‘dumb for being so reckless. I’m going to the store and buying the biggest pack condoms I can find’ Logan chuckled and slipped his hand into yours. ‘Whatever you say, sweetheart.’

Your period started the afternoon of the next day.

So Logan was confused when he walked into your kitchen a few days after that to find you sitting at the table, sobbing your heart out. ‘Hey..hey darlin’ what’s wrong?’ Logan crouched beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest. ‘I don’t know..’ you sobbed, ‘I was just sat here thinking about the other day and I just couldn’t stop myself.’ You looked up at Logan, your eyes red, tears still steaming down your cheeks. ‘I think I’m disappointed’ Logan sat back on his heels and let out a small huff of breath ‘Disappointed? That you weren’t pregnant?’ You nodded. ‘I thought I was okay with it, more than okay. Like it wasn’t something I wanted but….’ You looked at him, ‘but maybe with you it is.’ You sniffed back more tears and went to stand but Logan stopped you ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Just that. That if I was going to have a baby with anyone, the thought of having one with you just feels…right,’ you immediately noticed the fear on his face, ‘that doesn’t mean I’m going to trap you I just wanted you to understand that you are it for me Logan. You’re the one and….’ ‘Sweetheart, I’m the last person on the planet you should be thinking about having a kid with,’ he said quietly. You hit him on the shoulder. ‘You keep saying things like that and they are not true!’ Logan stood. ‘Oh it’s true. More than true. I mean…it’s a miracle we’ve gotten this far without something fucking it up.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Just that. I’m not good for anyone and I don’t know why the hell you think I am. And I really don’t understand why you think having a kid with me would be a good idea’ You stared at him. ‘Because I love you, you idiot.’ Logan ran a hand down his face ‘Well you shouldn’t.’

Confused you stood up and walked over to him. Logan wouldn’t look you in the eyes and you had to grab his face to make him. ‘Why are you being like this? I’m sorry for saying what I did, if it upset you…’ You felt Logan’s hands on your shoulders ‘It fucking terrified me! Everything about this terrifies me.’ You stared at him. ‘It’s bad enough the thought of losing you but a kid…my kid…to lose both of you…to…I can’t…’ He choked on his words and let go of you, practically running from your apartment. You stood in the middle of your kitchen and heard the main door downstairs slam. You sat back down at the table and stared at the door. What the hell.

***

The formidable team of Charles and Caliban normally managed to wear Logan down to the point where he realised what an ass he was being but this time they didn’t seem to be able to get through to him at all. You’d not seen Logan for over a week but Caliban had been texting you regular updates -

‘came home from work and punched out a window because they gave him decaf at Starbucks by accident. Not effective coping strategy tbh’

‘Told me to go fuck myself with a rusty pipe because I asked him if he would take the dirty sheets off his bed so I could wash them. Bit of an overreaction’

‘After drinking what I can only assume to be several gallons of whisky is currently passed out on the kitchen floor. He’s in the recovery position. I know he can’t technically die but never going to pass up a chance to practise your excellent first aid training :)' and included a picture of Logan in said recovery position. You knew Caliban just wanted some recognition that he’d got it right but the sight of Logan sprawled on the floor like that just made your heart break even more than it already was.

With each text you simply grew more and more concerned. Every call to Logan went straight to voice mail and every text remained unread. With every day you didn’t see Logan you missed him more and more while simultaneously wanting to smack him. You needed to speak to him and it was clear he was not going to make the first move.

***

Logan was limping out of Charles’ tank one morning when he spotted a car hurtling down the road towards the compound. He stood and watched it, finally recognising it as yours. ‘Fuck..’ he muttered. Part of him wanted to run inside and lock the door (you had a key, such an act was useless) and a bigger, aching part of him just wanted to see you. He stood and watched as you finally reached him and stopped your car.

Logan shambled over and opened the door for you. He was taken aback by how fast you could move and how hard you slapped him, rocking him back on his heels. He was genuinely impressed but thought that telling you this might not go down too well. ‘Pleased to see you too, sweetheart,’ he drawled instead, rubbing his cheek. You reared back to give him another but he grabbed your wrist. ‘Come inside’ Reluctantly you dropped your arm and followed him in.

Caliban was in the kitchen, ironing, when you came in. You gave him a big hug as he stepped out from behind the ironing board. ‘Oh I’ve missed you,’ you said. Caliban hugged you back and glanced over at Logan. He was greeted with a murderous stare. ‘While I’d love to stay and chat, I think your boyfriend might decapitate me.’ He squeezed you one more time and swiftly made his exit.

‘He gets a hug and I get slapped?’ You turned to him. ‘You’re lucky I didn’t try testing out that healing factor of yours a bit more,’ you fumed. ‘I thought nurses were meant to do no harm?’ ‘That’s doctors.’ Logan raised his hands in defeat and sat down at the table. You sat opposite. ‘You reek,’ you said ‘Thanks.’ ‘You can just drink the whisky, Logan, you don’t have to bathe in it.’ Logan crossed his arms and leaned back in the chair, refusing to meet your eye. You glared at him. ‘You know the last thing I ever thought you would be was a coward, Logan,’ you spat You were taken back by the force of your anger. Not seeing or communicating with him for so long had only fuelled your ire and seeing him now did nothing to dampen it. ‘I’m not…’ ‘You are!’ You interrupted, ‘you’re a coward!’ Logan looked at you ‘Can I finish, Princess? I was going to say I’m not proud of myself and how I acted.’ ‘Oh…’ Logan stood and paced the floor. ‘You’re right. I am a coward. I have lived for so long, darling’. Too long. I have lost so many people, so many that I loved and so many people have taken so much from me. There is only so much loss that a person can take especially when you know there is no fucking end to it and you just have to keep on going and keep on losing year after year after year. When I can’t die but every single person around me does…’ You stared at him. ‘What are you saying? That you want to die?’ Logan was silent for a long time then said ‘No. But yeah, I did. I wanted to die every single day for years, decades, and even though I knew it was pointless I tried. A lot. And in so many ways.’ He stopped pacing and looked at you, ‘then I met you….for the first time in longer than I can remember I wanted to live. And that scared me more than anything else I’ve ever gone through.’ He knelt down beside you. ‘When you said that I was the one you would want a kid with…,’ he gripped your hand and you could see the tears glistening in his eyes. His fingers brushed the bangle he’d given you, ‘that Shakespeare guy knew a thing or two and those words…I mean every single one of them. But I don’t know how to stop being afraid of losing you.’ You didn’t know what to say. You knew Logan had lived a long life and you knew he had lost many. How did you reassure someone who’s known nothing but the fragility and finality of life?

You slid off your chair and knelt in front of him. You held onto his hand, and you both sat there in silence for a long time. ‘I don’t know what to say, Logan. I don’t know how to help you feel less afraid about losing me because one day you will lose me. And any kid we had. I will die and I can’t do anything about that.’ He looked up at you and you placed your hand on the cheek you’d slapped earlier. ‘You can’t keep running away from this. Because there is nowhere for you to run. You can’t outrun something that is inevitable. All I can do is reassure you that while I live - however long that is - I will love you. More fiercely than I ever thought and that scares me. And don’t think I haven’t thought about running. Every thing you’ve told me about your life, your past, should make me want to be a thousand miles away from you. But i don’t. I want to be here. In this…’ you looked around, ‘this temple to tetanus,’ Logan let out a small laugh. ‘I want you and every single second of your fucked up past Logan. Because that’s made you who you are. This man,’ you poked him in the chest, ‘and I want every second of our fucked up future as well.’

Logan leant forward and bumped his forehead against yours. ‘I’m sorry,’ he whispered, ‘I’ve been a fucking asshole.’ ‘Yes,’ you said, ‘you most definitely have’ ‘Can you forgive me?’ ‘I will…but not yet.’ Logan sat back and looked at you. ‘I guess I deserved that.’ You nodded ‘Oh yeah you deserve that,’ you said, squeezing his hand, ‘there was a better way for you to handle this.’ ‘I know.’ Logan looked down at where you held his hand. ‘Can I kiss you?’ ‘Do you have whisky breath?’ Logan pulled a face and stood up, pulling you up with him. ‘If I brush my teeth can I kiss you?’ ‘I’ll think about it.’ Logan smiled and nodded, heading off to the bathroom. ‘Hey,’ you called after him ‘Yeah?’ You stood by the kitchen table, fingers picking at some dried food on the surface. ‘If…you know..you wanted to try like AA or something…I could come with you,’ you looked at him. He was staring at his feet. ‘I know you were trying. And I’m so proud of you for that. But you don’t have to do it alone.’ Logan’s eyes flicked up to yours. ‘I’m here,’ you said, ‘I’ll always be here.’ Logan nodded and continued to the bathroom.

You still needed to talk. You still felt that dull emptiness from when the test came back negative. As you sat at the table and looked around, you wondered if you’d truly lost your mind, thinking about bringing a child into Logan’s world. The past weeks had shown you a side to Logan that alarmed you. Acting like this when it was just the two of you was one thing but what if he did the same if you had a child. You were still mulling these thoughts over when he emerged from the bathroom. You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around him. ‘Don’t take this as you being forgiven because you aren’t. I just wanted a hug and I don’t know where Caliban went,’ you said, your voice muffled by Logan’s shirt. Logan smiled into your hair ‘Whatever you say, sweetheart.’

[shikiii-skadi]

What is Wrong with being a little Bad? (Prologue: Part 2)

SUMMARY: After a potion incident caused by your three disaster-prone friends, you're now stuck with an accidental villain arc.

WARNINGS: evil!reader

NAVIGATION: Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

PARTS: Prologue | Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia

NOTE: originally I had planned to include only a short conversation with crowley and then get straight to the Heartslabyul part, but while writing, I got carried away, which is why it is now a separate part. otherwise it would have been too long.

Together with your minions, you were on your way to the Headmage. Not because you listened to Ace's instructions, but simply out of curiosity as to what Ace, Deuce and Grim would screw up next. It's going to be interesting.

You're not necessarily looking forward to seeing the Headmage, though. He was odd in your eyes. You were pretty sure he was still waiting for a Father’s Day gift from you. Even though it's been months. He probably didn't even want it because he saw himself as your father figure, but just to get something free. Which, admittedly, you could respect. But did you look like someone who has the money to give people free stuff? No. You live in a shithole together with ghosts.

You walk down the corridor, the other three trailing behind you in a disorganized cluster. Grim is muttering to himself about “fixing” you with a spell he saw in a comic book, while Deuce keeps glancing at you as if you might sprout horns at any moment. Ace, as usual, is walking around like he owned the place, whistling a tune that’s a little too cheerful for someone responsible for nearly burning down a classroom an hour ago.

You watched as Ace walked past you. For this transgression, you shot him a sharp glare, allowing him to correct his behaviour, but Ace didn't notice or maybe didn't think much of your glare. You couldn’t let that slide without punishment. No one was meant to walk in front of you, as if you weren't the boss of this group.

Ace’s whistling was cut off by a yelp as your hand connected with the back of his head. "Ouch! Why are you slapping me? It was pretty hard too...!"

You smacked him again for daring to question you, making him yelp again and stepping back so you couldn't reach him. "A minion is not supposed to strut in front of their master. Much less is said minion supposed to ask stupid questions after his behaviour has been corrected!"

Ace rubbed the back of his head, grumbling under his breath, but wisely kept his distance. Grim snickered, clearly enjoying Ace’s misfortune, while Deuce shot you a wary look, as if trying to gauge whether he should intervene or just keep his head down and hope for the best.

Eventually you reached Crowleys office. With a dramatic flourish, you pushed open the door, not bothering to knock first.

Crowley looked up from behind his desk, eyes lighting up the moment he saw you barge in with your entourage. He straightened his hat, smoothing his cloak with a hopeful expression.

"Ah! My, my, what a surprise!" he exclaimed, voice dripping with anticipation. "And with all of you here together… Could it be? After all these months, have you finally come to deliver my long-overdue Father’s Day gift?" He clasped his hands together, practically vibrating with excitement.

"No," you replied flat.

The hope in Crowley’s eyes crumbled like a poorly baked soufflé. "No? Oh, the cruelty! The heartbreak! To be denied yet again by my own beloved, nay, most cherished, student!" He sniffled loudly, dabbing at imaginary tears with a handkerchief he seemed to produce from nowhere.

Grim rolled his eyes, looking at you. "He’s even more dramatic than you."

Crowley peeked at you from behind his hand. "Are you certain? Not even a little something? A card? A drawing? Perhaps some heartfelt words of gratitude for your ever-doting paternal figure?"

"Doting paternal figure?" you repeated, "You do nothing but constandly dump your work onto me."

"Delegation is the mark of a great leader. I am simply preparing you for the trials of adulthood. Responsibility, initiative, the crushing weight of expectation!" Crowley answered.

"Don't give me the its building character nonsense."

While you and the Headmage talked, Ace whispered to Deuce; "Should we just leave and come back when they are done?"

"We can’t wait," he whispered back to Ace. His voice was low but urgent. "This is serious."

Deuce glanced nervously between you and Crowley before realizing that someone had to take charge before the conversation spiraled further into melodrama. He cleared his throat, stepping forward with a determined voice. “Um, Headmage Crowley? We actually came here because something weird happened in alchemy class,” Deuce began, "There was… an accident with a potion, and now, uh, the prefect isn’t acting like themselve."

"Oh? An alchemical mishap, you say?" Crowley repeated, stroking his chin. "And what, pray tell, does this have to do with me? Or, more importantly, with my Father’s Day gift?"

Grim groaned. "Forget the stupid gift! The prefect is acting all weird and villain-y!"

Ace snorted. "Looks more like they’re auditioning for a cheesy play."

You glared. "Silence, minion."

Deuce, sensing the situation spiraling, tried again. "Headmage, we think the prefect got hit with a potion that’s changed their personality. We need your help to fix it."

Crowley was thinking silently for a moment before coming to an utterly ridiculous conclusion. "Ah, yes, of course! That is why i have yet to receive my Father's Day gift from you. It makes perfect sense."

"I was never planning to give you anything. Stop bringing it up!" you answered.

Crowley clutched his chest as if your words had physically wounded him. "Are you sure a potion is the cause for this?" he asked, voice cracking with theatrical sorrow. "Has the scheming of the other students perhaps corrupted you this much? That’s not how I raised you!"

You crossed your arms. "Excuse me, you didn’t raise me at all. And I turned out just fine, thank you very much."

The Headmage sighed, shaking his head as if he’d just witnessed the greatest tragedy. "And here I thought my only concern was going to be Draconia, who whisks you away to wed you," he sniffed, dabbing imaginary tears again. "Oh, the worries only a father has."

"You aren’t my father, Headmage," you replied. "I already have one. And what are you talking about anyway?"

"Headmage, please! This isn’t about Father’s Day or… or marriage proposals!" Deuce said his voice firm but respectful, "The prefect was hit by a potion, and now they’re acting completely different. We need to know how to fix it. Before things get worse."

After that Ace, Deuce and Grim explained what had happened in the alchemy lesson with as much detail as possible, but it was hard to say what Grim actually put in the potion. They launched into a chaotic retelling the disaster. Ace was blaming Grim for tampering with the potion, while Grim protested that he was only fixing it. Deuce, meanwhile, tried to keep the story on track, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the bickering.

"Anyway, the potion exploded, and the prefect got covered in it. That’s when they started acting… well, like this." Deuce gestured to the spot where you had been standing.

Except… you weren’t there.

Ace blinked. "Wait. Where’d the prefect go?"

Grim spun around, eyes widening in alarm. "Eh? They were right here! Did they turn invisible? Did the potion do that too?!"

Deuce’s eyes widened in panic. "Did they sneak out while we were talking?"

"You’ve lost the prefect? My most cherished and responsible student? This is a disaster! What if they’re off plotting villainous schemes? What if they’re," Crowley gasped, "buying Father’s Day presents for someone else?"

Ace groaned, rubbing his temples. "Can we please focus? The prefect’s probably just wandering around being… weird. We need to find them before they get into real trouble."

TAGLIST: @chloemari-e @cupid73 @ddurandals @ceces-works @lucky-whispers @daeda21 @kikiarara @runu-chan @c0ralrubi

[scramjettracy]

OOC: Blog Stats

Some data re the first 2000 posts because I find this stuff fascinating - there were a lot more original posts than I thought! Clearly not done too badly on the ask answers after all!

By month:

I think these are the blog the OP posts comes from (rather than just directly replying to myself all the time):

Thank you to everyone who has been so kind as to play dolls with me the last few months and I hope you’ve had fun too whether that’s by RPing, submitting asks or just reading and liking Scott’s various ramblings. I hope I’ve done him at least a little justice and send my apologies for any deviations from your preferred headcanons! 😬🤭🥴 apologies so for not having managed to reply to all the excellent asks - still chipping away at the backlog!

It’s been a tricky time IRL and my confidence has taken a battering so I’ve been so grateful to have this little community to escape to and celebrate our favourite characters together. Again, thank you 🥰

The charts come from @jetblackcode which is an absolutely awesome site which as far as I am aware is still just a nice website with cool code apps rather than an evil scraping machine which obv only works if your blog is open to web. Thank you jetblack!

[darling-delusions]

"skate? skate?"

genre: non-idol au, figure skater! SH, a little bit of fluff, mostly just crack lol.

pairings: Sunghoon x Y/N

w/c: 1.3k

a/n: all images do not belong to me; in fact, I use them more for an aesthetic purpose and will gladly take them down if it is needed. I genuinely wanted to write a skate pun in here, but I have no clue how, so here's just...a/some skate(s)?

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Sunghoon’s really exhausted from practice—considering how he went through his routine three times under his coach’s supervision, he’s got nothing to do besides pass out at home and eat whatever leftovers are in the fridge. Then he catches a whiff of the most horrendous smell coming from his neighbour’s door. The scent is so pungent, it has him showering twice, thinking it was him who produced the diabolical odour.

Giving up, he walks over to his neighbour’s door with three face masks on—a measly attempt to block the scent from entering his nostrils.

Knocking on the door with a huff, Sunghoon is startled when it swings open, revealing a girl clad in a tank top and shorts, with a plastic poncho over her and ski goggles on. She takes off the goggles, removes the thick heavy-duty rubber gloves, and blows her nose into the tissues plugging her nostrils before looking up at Sunghoon with wide eyes.

“Hey, I’m so sorry to bother you, but could you please get rid of that smell from whatever you’re doing?”

“OHMYGODI’MLIKESOSORRY—” the girl chokes mid-sentence, then turns around to grab more tissues to stuff her nose. “Sorry. You’re right. The smell is too strong, and I’m so sorry it’s bothering you. Let me just prepare the skate really quickly—and hopefully, you’ll stay for dinner as an apology?”

Sunghoon stares at her.

“Sorry—I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Y/N, and I have two live skate fish my family sent over from Busan recently. I’m also struggling with the smell and preparing the fish.”

“...Right. Nice to meet you. And it’s okay—I wasn’t sure if you were, like… disposing of a body or something. And ‘skate’? Do you mean like… ice skating?”

“Skate? Like the fish?”

The neighbours stare at each other in pure confusion.

What snaps Y/N out of it, however, is a sudden slap on the floor behind her. Gasping in shock, she turns around, leaving Sunghoon in even more of a confused state than he was before knocking on her door.

“MY SKATE.”

Skates, Sunghoon thinks, as he peers deeper into the open apartment, growing more curious now that the weird girl before him is holstering up a rather… large stingray lookalike onto her kitchen table, which is covered in plastic and duct tape.

Okay. Now he’s even more confused.

“Um. Should I come back another time? I’m just going to leave—”

“Absolutely not.”

“Huh.”

“Grab yourself some tissues for your nose, and any old shirt and shorts if you don’t want to smell like this crap. Then you’re going to help me, neighbour.”

And that’s how Sunghoon found himself helping his neighbour hold down the once-live skate and fillet the fish with all the precision he usually saved for triple axels on the ice. Except, this skate wasn’t the kind he recognized by heart—nor was it on ice.

Half an hour in, Sunghoon was seriously questioning all his life choices. His hands reeked of fermented ocean guts, his eyes were burning despite the third mask, and his shirt—well, it was definitely going in the trash.

“How are you not passed out from the smell?” he asked, using the back of his gloved wrist to wipe a bead of sweat from his forehead.

“I am dying,” Y/N replied, eyes watering. “But if I don’t prep this today, my grandma’s ghost will haunt me. This was her recipe.”

“You’re cooking this?” Sunghoon said in disbelief, looking down at the gelatinous fish flesh that was now glistening with some weird milky mucus. “This thing smells like fermented despair.”

“Exactly! That means it’s working.”

Sunghoon stared at her, deadpan. “I should’ve just eaten cold kimchi stew and gone to bed.”

Y/N laughed through her mask. “Too late now, partner. Besides, I made side dishes!”

Sunghoon groaned. “If I die, tell Coach it was your fault.”

“You won’t die. Probably.”

Later that evening, after successfully preparing the skate and triple-wrapping the trash in five garbage bags, they sat down in her tiny kitchen, faces glowing from sweat, triumph, and slight trauma.

Y/N placed the final dish on the table—a plate of sliced fermented skate, glistening like jelly and radiating a smell that had Sunghoon leaning back cautiously.

“Smells... potent,” he offered, trying to be polite.

“It’s an acquired taste. You’ll love it,” she said, smiling brightly as she handed him a pair of chopsticks. “Welcome to the world of hongeohoe.”

He took a deep breath, reached for a piece, and braced himself.

“If I survive this,” he said, “you owe me samgyeopsal. For life.”

Y/N snorted. She grinned as Sunghoon’s facial expressions went from questioning, to a moment of pure bliss before it morphed into a confused look.

“What was that?”

“Did it feel like the last episode of SKY Castle?”

“No, but it definitely did taste really good for a moment there—and that’s what’s making me confused?”

“Well, what can I say besides you’re welcome~,” Y/N sang, as Sunghoon reached for another piece again. The smell was permanently etched into the grooves of his brain, but the taste… was definitely unforgettable.

Mid-chew, he realized he had completely forgotten to introduce himself to Y/N, who was now humming a familiar K-drama OST in a lighthearted manner beside him. In his rush to chew faster so he could finally speak, he ended up choking.

Y/N immediately grabbed the water bottle next to her and passed it to him without missing a beat. “Okay, slow down there, skate-slayer. You’ve got time.”

Sunghoon coughed into his elbow before chugging the water, his face slightly pink—not just from the spice of the dipping sauce.

“Thanks,” he rasped. Then, clearing his throat again, he set the cup down and offered her a sheepish grin. “I just realized we kinda skipped the whole ‘hello, I’m not just your concerned hallway stranger’ part.”

Y/N laughed as she sat back down. “Yeah, I figured. You did come knocking like you were about to call the police on me.”

“To be fair, it did smell like a crime scene,” he shot back playfully. “But uh, yeah—I'm Sunghoon. Park Sunghoon. I live next door… I’m a figure skater.”

Y/N blinked. “Wait. That Park Sunghoon? Olympic-team Sunghoon?”

His ears turned a deeper shade of pink. “Yeah, that one. I didn’t think I was that recognizable covered in fish juice.”

“I knew you looked familiar! I just assumed you were, like… a really conventionally attractive accountant or something.”

“That’s weirdly flattering.”

Y/N grinned. “I have a talent.”

A warm, easy silence fell between them as they returned to their meal, the odd smell somehow fading into the background now that they’d both become nose-blind—or maybe just too distracted by the company.

Outside, the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a soft orange glow into the cramped apartment. The mess on the kitchen counter remained, but neither of them made a move to clean it yet.

Sunghoon set his chopsticks down, stretching with a satisfied sigh. “You know, I thought this was going to be the worst part of my day.”

“And now?” Y/N asked, tilting her head.

He looked at her, her goggles now perched on top of her head like a makeshift crown, and her cheeks full from her latest bite.

“Now it’s probably the best part.”

Y/N raised a brow. “Because of the skate?”

“Because of the company,” he said, then immediately looked away, pretending to suddenly find her rice cooker very interesting.

She didn’t say anything for a moment. Then—

“Okay, that was smooth. Like, figure skating smooth.”

“I try,” he muttered, half-embarrassed.

Y/N giggled and reached for another piece of the cursed-but-magical fish. “Well then, neighbour… if you ever want to relive this traumatic bonding experience, my family’s sending over live octopus next month.”

Sunghoon groaned. “I’m moving out.”

“No, you’re not.”

He smiled despite himself. “Yeah. I guess I’m not.”

requests are open ૮ • ﻌ - ა ! until then, i'll be writing all my wanted topics since i haven't had a good night' sleep as of yet.,,

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[idyllic-affections]

sometimes i forget enjou exists and then someone posts about him and i'm like. I miss you you silly little abyss man

[orengejoshi]

Hello! I just remembered i liked paperhat bc i was going thru old pics of mine and found my flug cosplay from like, ages ago lmao and i am in love with your art ♥️ that is all, thank you 🤣♥️♥️🤣♥️ just felt compelled to say it, continue with your day 😆😆😆♥️♥️♥️♥️

Thank you!

there's so many great Flug cosplays tbh... I wonder if I've seen yours before without knowing, my eyes are everywhere in the tiniest corners of this fandom nonstop since 2017 (hmmmm is smth I should get on too, I've been wanting to cosplay him since years)

appreciate you, here's a recent doodle anyway

[raiiny-bay]

some WIPs from the 80s AU i never finished

[anbaisai]

Sorry about being so terrible at responding to asks btw 💀 I know I don’t have to draw something in response to everything but too many give me ideas and then I just take forever to get to drawing the reply 💥 including being distracted by other personal ideas in the process so if you sent one and I didn’t reply it’s highly likely just in my drafts still 😭