#[[ it looks like the gross cake from Sleeping Beauty ]]

[shunin-gumis]

Nagi Birthday(2024) SSR Story

Best Wishes Snap

Happy Happy Day! (1st part)

The Yellow and white marker is Toi, Red is Ryui, Beige over black is Yodaka, Neon Pink is Netaro, and the All-black is (probably?) oshisha-sama (iykyk)

Messages Toi: Happy Birthday Nagi-kun! We love you 💖 Ryui: Happy B Day, show some energy. 🐙 Netaro: Birthday Boy 🌟🌟🌟 Yodaka: All happiness on your birthday ✨ Oshisha: My pet ➡️ Fun fact the rat ears doodled on Nagi is in reference to his radio persona named 'Nure Nezumi' meaning Drowned Rat!

Nagi: Haa.....

Boy: Mama, that man on the swing set has been staring at the ground for so long now.

Mother of the boy: It's not good to stare, we should leave him alone.

Nagi: I couldn't tell anyone it was my birthday today in the end.

Nagi: The "Random Present System"... I wonder if I was counted in it too.

Nagi: I'm sure the person who was selected to gift me a present has been decided, but no one actually knows it's my birthday today.... Besides, it must have been a hassle to get me something when the system was only just implemented....

Nagi: ...... Well, I guess it's fine even if my birthday isn't celebrated.

Nagi: Sonia sent me off with a smile and told me to enjoy the party, so I can't just go back to the shop now. I'll just return to Hama House, take a nice hot bath and sleep.

Nagi: I'm ba...ck?

Ryui: Finally! Where the hell were you off to all this time? You're late!

Nagi: Huh? Um, I'm... sorry?

Momiji: Welcome back, Nagi-kun.

Yodaka: We were just about to set off to find you.

Yodaka: It wouldn't do for the birthday boy to be absent for his own party, now would it?

Nagi: But I thought no one knew my birthday...

Netaro: What a silly goose you are Gii~ Surely you must remember the fact that you had to note down your birthday on your profile.

Momiji: It was in the company's documents too.

Nagi: Ah... you're right.

Toi: Ushio-kun prepared the cake -"Blooming Happiness ⭐ Full Bloom Flower Cake"! The flowers on top of the icing are all edible, isn't that amazing?

Nagi: Not just that, the entire table is packed with all kinds of food...

Nagi: You prepared all this... for me...?

Momiji: Nagi-kun, I've prepared a ton of vases so I can receive as many flowers as you want to give me later, so enjoy tonight as much as you want!

Nagi: ....!!

Everyone at Hama Tours: Happy Birthday!!

Renga: As fellow team leaders... let's do our best to get along and hype up HAMA.

Renga: This pink rose is my birthday gift for you.

Renga: It's thanks to your advice that my roses grew so beautifully, so you can have this one.

Nagi: ....hic.....

Renga: ...Wait, huh!? Are you crying!?

Ten: Ah... look at those tears. Renga-san, how could you do that to him....

Renga: Is this my fault!?

Renga: It's not like it's something specia- I mean, I did put a lot of thought into it, but!

Renga: O-Oi, stop crying already...!

Nagi: ....hic, I've never seen such a beautiful rose before. It's the most beautiful one in the world, no, in this entire galaxy!

Renga: I-Is that so...!

Muneuji: Hachinoya-san, please accept this watering can from me. I hope you can make use of it at your store. I wish for 'Flower Laundry' to continue to flourish and prosper.

Nagi: I-I promise to make my store one that everyone loves for the next 1000 years.

Liguang: ... He keeps crying every time someone greets him.

Ryui: He's a pain...

Nagi: Liguang-san, and Ryui... Even the two of you prepared a present for me?

Liguang: That's right. Grease and cloth included, I've prepared a maintenance tool set that you can use on your beloved bike.

Nagi: Thank you very much....

Ryui: This is a little something to ward of bad luck.

Nagi: Band-aids? It's even got a nice design...

Ryui: It's because you keep getting hurt all the time and getting Toi all worried. And stop bawling so much it's gross.

Nagi: ... Thank you for getting someone like me a gift. It's the first time my birthday's been celebrated like this...

Chihiro: Oh em gee, isn't Nagipeko crying a lil too much tho? You'll shrivel up at this rate!

Nagi: It'll be ok if I drink water right after letting it out.

Raito: Haha, guess I should prepare a pitcher for you in that case.

Nagi: I would really appreciate that.

Nagi: I want to give back all this gratitude I'm feeling. So that all of you can smile just like I am-

Nagi: I'll do a stand-up comedy right now.

Momiji: Eh, all of a sudden?

Tao: That's not what I was expecting from that speech!

Nagi: Even if you feel like cringing, please don't look away. I'd like you to accept my honest feelings of gratitude.

Momiji: Huh, wait, Nagi-kun...!

Nagi: Presenting my short skit, "How I surprised myself on my own Birthday."

Part 2

[thedeviltohisangel]

“You’re mine.” “I’m yours. Only yours.”

with bucky being respectfully and consensually possessive of cass when harding or some random slimy gross man flirts with her on base or after the war. just her reassuring him that there is no man on earth quite like bucky egan and she'd be a fool to let him think otherwise

DROP TO MY KNEES BLURB PROMPT ERA

I went with slimy gross man after the war. I kind of wanted to do Cass' first time out post twins? Let us dive in...

Cass looked at the two snuffling little babies in their bassinets with a deep sigh. Was it really worth an entire night away from them? Could she really handle going out to dinner without them? Getting drinks and dancing all the while knowing they were at home and probably missing her?

"Baby, I know that look on your face." John came out of their closet adjusting his cufflinks. "Both Alice and Joan are staying with them and Butter is here as their guard dog. Everything will be fine." Butter nudged at her hand, Cass moving it to scratch behind his ear as he rested against her thigh.

"I know I can't stay cooped up forever but what if they need something that only I can give them? What if they think I've abandoned them for a martini and some music?" Her husband brought her into his arms and kissed her lips like he wanted to do more.

"We don't have to go if you aren't comfortable. You say the word and we put our pajamas on and dance to the record player downstairs and watch these two until we fall asleep." He meant it. The reservation would be forgotten and they'd have their date night right here in this house. All John really wanted was to hold her and tell her how much he loved her. Anywhere he could do that was alright in his book.

"No, you've been looking forward to this for days and I bought a new dress and we haven't had time with just ourselves in so long." He lovingly patted her bottom.

"You make me so happy," he whispered, "I love you so much, Cass. So much."

"I love you, too, my Johnny. More than words could ever really describe." Love had taken on a new meaning for them both since the birth of their children. It had expanded in a way to include the new additions and demonstrate what the love of a parent was but contracted to tighten around this inner circle. It was denser and covered more, provoked a new level of protectiveness in them they weren't aware even existed. And watching Cass become a mother to their babies and John become a father in kind...they didn't know there was another inch of the other to fall in love with but they were finding new ways every day.

"My beautiful wife going to let this old lad take her out for dinner and dancing?" It was so normal that it hurt his chest. Sometimes John had to remind himself the war was over and he could simply take Cass out to dinner or for a nightcap.

"And she wants dessert."

"My wife can have her cake and eat it too."

-

Dinner was perfect. They giggled and sat on the same side of the booth so they could kiss and cuddle whenever they pleased. John had her laughing so hard she couldn't breathe and he had buried his blushing face in her neck more than once with the way her tongue was playing with the straw of her drink.

They felt like little kids, lightheaded on love and drunk on their sips of cocktails, as he led her into the bustling club down the street. They could hear the band from outside and Cass ached to have John twirl her around on the dancefloor and kiss him senselessly while they were sweaty and their hearts thrummed.

"A reserved table? Lieutenant Colonel, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to get lucky tonight." She nodded politely as the host left, John holding her hand to help her up the tiny step of the raise floor that their table was on.

"Oh, I've gotten plenty lucky. Got the most gorgeous woman in the entire world on my arm tonight. The cutest little babies in the entire world sleeping peacefully at home. A mischievous dog who I sometimes have staring contests with but do love at the end of the day." Cass pulled him so he stood between her legs.

"Wait until I tell him you said that."

"He'll be indifferent." She giggled and kissed him. "You stay put, Mrs. Egan. I'm going to get you something to drink." Two pecks to her lips and he was slipping through the crowd to the bar. Her jaw dropped into her hand as she dreamily watched her husband from afar. She thinks he had a face that could launch a thousand ships.

"Aren't you a ravishing young lady." Her back straightened abruptly as she turned towards the unfamiliar male voice to her left.

"Excuse me?"

"Can I buy you a drink? Offer you a dance?" Cass looked down at her engagement ring and wedding band to be sure they were still snugly on her finger.

"No," she answered simply. In her mind she was praying this man took his leave before John returned. He never responded well to someone making her uncomfortable.

"Come on, sweets, it's just one drink." The man moved to touch her hand and she pulled it back quickly. Undeterred, he took a step closer. "Either you dance with me willingly or unwillingly. Your choice you little-"

"I beg of you, please finish that sentence." Drinks abandoned at the bar, John stood behind the man with a murderous tinge to his blue eyes. "Go ahead. Finish the sentence. Tell me what you were about to call my wife." Both John and Cass were aware that she could handle herself. He had seen it firsthand and heard the stories of just how capable she was at handling herself. But she couldn't help the soar of her heart whenever he was like this. Her shield. Her partner. Her protector.

"Look, man, I didn't know she was-" The rest of the excuse died in his throat as John palmed the back of his head and pushed until the man's forehead bounced off the edge of the table.

"Didn't know she was my wife? Because you don't respect her enough on her own?" John dropped the grip on his hair he had and the man folded onto the floor. He crouched down and looked him in the eye. "I belong to her. And it enrages me when people disrespect her. Even more when it's pieces of shit like you."

"I'm sorry, I-" John tutted his tongue.

"Not to me. You look her in the eyes and apologize and if I don't think you mean it, we'll do this song and dance until either I crack your fucking skull or I believe you. Got it?" The man nodded and nearly whimpered his apology to Cass. John looked at her, silently asking if it was enough or if she needed him to say it again. She tilted her head to the right to signal to let him go which John did so reluctantly.

"C'mere, my love," Cass beckoned until her arms were around his neck. "Thank you for protecting me."

"You're mine," he whispered sinfully against her lips, his kisses a featherlight touch as they traced her skin.

"Yours. Only yours," she whispered back.

John made sure to kiss her in a way where no one would question they belonged to each other the rest of the night.

[acursedworldofaus]

Dragon’s Blood (Part 1)

Yandere AFO x Oblivious (AFAB) Reader

CW: implied non-con, implied somnophilia, implied trespassing, implied stalking, implied impregnation/breeding if you squint.

Gray dawn light streams through your window. You turn away from the unwanted brightness, trying to eek out another morsel of sleep by burying your face in your pillow, noticing sleepily that it smells oddly sweet, spicy, and earthy, somewhat like dragon’s blood. The scent is like a ghost of an echo, though, and the more you chase it the less you smell, as if you imagined some phantom fragrance. You write it off as residual imprints of smells from your shop in favor of pretending you aren’t conscious. Unfortunately, hiding only works for a few minutes before the uncomfortable feeling of wetness between your legs drives you to the bathroom for another early morning shower. Ordinarily, you would shower once before bed, but now you find yourself showering twice a day: once after work, and once before to prevent yourself from walking around with slick fluids caked onto your thighs and labia. If you don’t, it’ll congeal, dry, then flake. 

Gross.

You glare at yourself in the mirror after you strip naked, wondering what the hell happened for your brain to have weird wet dreams every night this month. You keep waking up soaked with damp panties. The weird splotches dotting your skin from your collarbone to your ankles haven’t gone away either. If you didn’t know better, you’d think they were bruises, but that can’t be it. How would they get there after all? You sure as hell haven’t fallen recently. Maybe you have a blood disorder you don’t know about? Which, now that you think about it, isn’t random bruising a sign of that?

You decide to go see a doctor if it doesn’t change anytime soon, quickly washing away the night’s slimy residue before getting ready as normal and heading into work at your tea, herb, and spice shop. You grab a cinnamon roll along the way and make tea once you arrive, then sip and nibble as you prepare for opening. Hours pass normally as your regulars drop by for their orders. One of them, a gentleman by the name of Shigaraki, always comes by for something or other. He stops by today as well, all smiles and easy conversation, smelling faintly of something sweet, spicy, and earthy that seems oddly familiar, no doubt due to how often he visits. As per usual he has his charisma cranked to the max, and flirts with you nonstop as you package his latest order, aka the most recent tea you recommend he try.

“I can’t help but notice, Tea-chan, that you seem to be glowing today,” he comments in his lilting tone, just shy of purring.

”Really? I certainly don’t feel like it,” you murmur. “I haven’t slept properly for this entire month. I keep waking up feeling tired.”

And it was true, too. On top of waking up uncomfortably wet, you keep waking up feeling bone tired. Perhaps another thing to look into? All together, each individual observation sounds like a symptom cluster you really may be sick.

”Really,” Shigaraki-san insists. “You look even more beautiful than usual.”

His complement makes you blush. You finish wrapping up each canister and transfer them all into a colorful paper bag emblazoned with the shop logo. Your hands brush as you hand it to him, and he accepts it with a winning grin. His red eyes gleam like rubies in the brightness of afternoon sun, while his white hair shimmers with a golden tint. A halo of light surrounding his head lends to the illusion of an otherworldly being clothed in human skin standing before you. Something stops you from labeling this hypothetical supernatural creature as angelic. 

“Well, if that’s the case, then thank you, Shigaraki-san. I appreciate such kind words even if I don’t feel they’re true.”

”I’ve told you that Hajime is fine,” he says, waving away any future attempts at distance or formality. “And of course they’re true, Tea-chan, whether you believe them or not.”

He’s tried getting you to use his first name without an honorific for his last three visits, but it feels too informal, too forward. 

“Fine, fine,” you relent, reddening further. “H-Hajime. Thank you. Please take care.”

Triumph flashes in his eyes followed by amusement and affection before his features smooth out and return to normal. He tips his hat to you in lieu of a verbal response then departs for who knew where.  It’s not as if he shares much about himself besides once telling you he helps people with their Quirks. You assume he means he’s a Quirk counselor. It explains his bespoke suits considering how much those counselors make in a single week. 

You put him out of your mind as ninety-six year old Takeda-san hobbles in for an herbal mixture meant to help with arthritis pain. You have a duty to your clients to keep your head clear so you can meet their needs. You dole out teas and herbal remedies for upset stomach, for anxiety, for ear ache, for sleeplessness and headaches. You shove all thoughts of how handsome Hajime is, how good he smells, how soft his skin looks, and countless others down until they quiet, at least until closing. Unbidden memories of him spring to the surface as you lock up at sundown, ready to make the journey back home.

[romanarose]

Ive seen TF boys on your page and I wanted to know you thoughts on how the moonboys would comfort and help a bulimic reader?

Hi love! Happy to give you come HC's for this <3

My inbox is currently closed as im working through old requests/ working on writing fics, but I wanted to do this one bc its a very important subject to my heart, with how bad my bulimia permanently destroyed my disgestive system and teeth

Moon Boys with a Bulimic reader

Warnings: Bulimia, vomit, food restriction, binging and purging NSFW refernces (bc its jake)

Steven Grant

He had to stay late tonight at work, some of his students were a little lost on the subject matter, so he held a study session before finals to allow everyone a chance to clarify. He had felt bad for missing dinner, of course, but he brought cake back as an apology

When you didn't answer, he saw the bathroom door was closed, and just figured you were in there bathing as you often did after diner

when he comes to the door to say hello and let you know there's cake, he hears you crying, and quickly opens the door, knowing your history with mental health problems and worrying you hurt yourself or were going to. He saw you crying against the wall, not even looking at him, and saw remnants of throw up in the toilet that hadn't all gone down with the first flush, he initially thought you were sick

"oh darling, here, let's get you to bed. Is it your stomach-" He paused as he saw your hand, red and scratched knuckles covered in throw up. Oh.

"I'm sorry" you cry "I'm fucking gross"

"No, no darling, you're not, here" Steven gets a wet towel and gently cleans your face and hands, as well as any mess you might have made. He washed his hands, then went to scoop you up. "C'mere love, lets rest, yeah?" And carried you over to the bed, not mentioning the cake he brought. Laying you down with a blanket and your favorite stuffed animal, he brought you water and asked you to drink it, knowing how purges dehydrate. He had read every book he could find on eating disorders, the health effects and treatment. He knew your addictive personality made things worse, harder to break out of habits.

"How long had this been going on again?" he asked

"Today was the first relapse" you answered, but he gave you a look like he didn't believe you "I swear! That's why I was crying... all the progress went to waste" You lip quivers trying to get the last few words out

Steven sits down with you, holding you tight, assuring you that this didn't detract from your progress, that progress isn't linear, and you are still his strong, beautiful girl.

He holds you tight that night, they two of you whispering with the sheets pulled over your head like children staying up too late at a sleep over, whispering about how much you loved each other

Will keep a careful eye on you, and definitely takes over the cooking to make you nutritious food, oh you want to help! Even better, love

Marc Spector

When you first approached Marc about going to the gym with him, he was elated! He was so excited about showing you around, teaching you how to use equipment, and of course spending more time with you!

So you started going with him every time he went, he even bought you cute workout clothes. That might have been a bit selfish on his part. He like checking you out, and he liked the way men stared at you, until they realized you were with him. The caveman part of his brain loved posturing, and he especially loved how you only ever had eyes for him, no matter the stronger, fitter men and women there.

Then you got really into it. Marc thought this was a bit odd, but was happy to spend the time training you.

First warning sign was when you started drinking protein shakes in lieu of breakfast. Not the end of the world, you were never a huge breakfast person. But when you stopped eating lunch in favor of the shakes, he confronted you. You insisted they were just easier, and tasted so good, you just preferred it.

Then there was the day he had to take you home early from the gym because you weighed yourself and found you hadn't lost weight, and you began crying, no matter how much he tried to explain that you were gaining muscle, which is denser than fat, and he was so proud of you for how much you could lift now!

You stuck to the treadmill and elliptical from then on, which Marc hated. He'd run with you for a bit, but then opted to do weights. although he stayed nearby in case anyone caused you problems, he missed working with you. He couldn't even really focus, watching you strain yourself and look miserable

The last straw was when he went to bring you water, and you refused to stop or slow down. In the middle of a argument while you ran, he watched your eyes go blank. Thinking quickly, he pressed the emergency button and caught you as you fell, the treadmill only managed to give a few rug burns on your legs and knees.

When you came to in his arms, you were greeted by his angelic face insisting you drink the water he had. He spoke soft, but obviously very distressed. He asked you how long it had been since you'd eaten. The frown on his face was deep as you watched his eyes start to tear up.

"Don't cry, please" you ask.

"You really scared me" He smiled at you.

Marc drove you insane after that. "did you eat today?" "what did you have?" "did you eat all of it?" this man did not know the meaning of sublty

He babied, and I mean babied the shit out of you

Fucker wouldn't even let you ride him

You gotta sit this man down and tell him to knock it off or you're gonna scream

You make a deal. You start going to counseling, he has to start taking you to the gym again (he wouldn't let you go alone, that's fir sure)

He agrees. You focus back on the weights, less on weight loss. (marc took the scale out of the house. You may or may no have found it shattered in the dumpster when you took the trash out. Marc has beef with all scales now.)

You enjoy the weights, you enjoy feeling strong, and you definitely enjoy using it to bring out Marc’s subby side

Jake Lockley

It's hard not to feel sexy with this man

The pet names and compliments are none stop. You've began to wonder if he forgot your actual name.

During sex, he takes the term body worship to a new level. This man's mouth and hands are e v e r y w h e r e

Why are his hand's all over your arms? Why is he kissing your calves when he's got your feet over his shoulders? Why does he suck hickies between your thighs? Why does he bite and squeeze your hip dip? you'll never know, but you love it

But you and him both know that sometimes, eating problems aren't about body image, but about control, and compulsions. And a little bit of body image because fuck, who doesn't struggle with that sometimes?

When he sees the warning signs, you hiding your body from him, not wanting to eat with him, generally being distant again, he always asks. He doesn't come on as intense as Marc with his protectiveness, but he will mentally keep track of your eating, and try to coax you into eating something if he see's you sipping meals. He has deficiently taken your car keys once, not because he was trying to keep you home, but because he didn't think you were safe to drive the busy streets.

Buys you literally anything he thinks might help. If its not about your body necessarily, he'll get you whatever you think might help you feel in control. Wanna craft? He'll build you a shelf and buy you all the fucking yarn in the world. Wana have a lil world you can control? Every sims pack you can imagine. Cat? Plants? A lizard? Fuck it, yeah, he'll buy you a lizard. Coolest lizard ever. He'll take lil charizard on a walk with you if thats what you want

All the boys

You're getting vitamins

And water!!! If you're throwing up, you're going to at least stay hydrated.

Bathroom lock is either taken out, or there's a spare key. Not out of control, no, they know you'll find a way to do it if you really want to, but in case of emergency

Will encourage therapy and medication, if you think it's right for you, maybe at least to try for a bit?

Never, ever, shame you for how you feel or act. You can tell them if you are having urges, need a distraction.

Steven and Jake make sure to keep Marc's protective nature in check, to make sure you aren't deterred from talking to them.

constantly shower you in praise and love and compliments

Always always always tell you how proud they are of you, even if you relapse, bc look how well you were doing! That means you can absolutely do it again!

I hope this was nice! I really love these 3 and I feel they would all be so supportive (even if marc might be a lil much sometimes XD It's okay, we love him <3 )

not tagging anyone today, but please be sure to comment/reblog if you liked this!

[dawneternal]

Take the World in Your Hands | Eris x Elain | Seven

Summary: Eris's brothers catch wind of his proposal to Nesta. They plan to find and deliver her to their father as a gift, surely winning his favor. Their plan takes a turn when they kidnap the wrong Archeron sister and Eris finds her in the Autumn Court dungeon.

Notes: part one of the Hewn City escapade. Elain has a little spiral. Once upon a time I had a guy buy earrings from me and he said that him and his girlfriend always split earring like he would wear one and she would wear the other and I've been waiting to use it somewhere. New moodboard for the Hewn City!

Warnings: angst, anxiety, Keir is gross

Word Count: 2.7k

Ao3 link / Masterlist

Eris. He is on his knees, surrounded by darkness. Not the stillness of night, or the emptiness of death, but the living blackness that had embraced Elain in the depths of the Cauldron. Everything and nothing, breathing and throbbing around him like a heart pumping blood. It is the place where all life begins and the epilogue that comes after the end of time.

Eris is covered in dirt and blood. So thoroughly caked in it that Elain can't tell if it's his or someone else's. His breathing is ragged and every line and crease of his face is emphasized by the grime. It makes him look his age. It makes him look tired.

The moment is charged with anticipation. His face and body taut, stiffening with every passing second. Then, whatever he is waiting for happens. And he sags, all that tension releases, shoulders drooping. He takes a shaky deep breath and it looks like the first one he has taken in a long time. Perhaps the deepest breath he's ever taken.

His skin ignites into flame, beginning at the tips of his fingers and traveling up his wrists and arms. He lets his head fall back and tears fall down his face, sizzling as they meet the flames enveloping his body. There is a golden hue to the fire and a heartbeat like the one in the darkness. It consumes him, covering his face and circling his head like a halo or a crown.

It ebbs away as quickly as it began, leaving Eris alone in the nothingness again. But now, he glows. There is new power beneath his skin, left behind by that golden flame. The years of horror have burned away, leaving behind a being made of pure power and fire and light. It adds to his already aching beauty, the glow in his eyes before was nothing compared to this. Sunlight shining through amber, sparks dancing inside it.

His features convey a calm that Elain has never seen, a dazzling and terrifying combination with the power coursing through him. Rivalling Rhysand's. Rivalling every other High Lord's-

Elain woke with a start. She took in the dark, still room, and registered the feel of her own body pressed against Eris's warm skin. She glanced at him over her shoulder. His face was peaceful and his breathing deep and even. All was well.

Then she began to sort through the contents of her dream, replaying every moment in her mind. It felt like a punch in the stomach when she realized what she had seen. And now she had to decide if she is supposed to tell him, or if it had just been for her. To hold in the back of her mind until it happened. A kernel of hope. Sleep pulled her under again before she could decide.

Elain turned back and forth in the mirror, running her nervous hands over the velvet of her dress. Her brown curls were arranged in a messy style, adorned with the pins that Eris had bought her. Each pin had a dangling golden charm of Autumn flora. Acorns, maple leaves, pinecones, and mushrooms. In her ears, she wore one of the glass dragonfly earrings she had picked and one golden tear drop.

She had decided against a necklace, letting the exposed curves of her breast be the centerpiece instead. How very unlike her. She wore Eris's dagger on her thigh, the leather strap snug against her skin. She wore no makeup, but the natural blush of her cheeks and lips was a pretty shade of pink against the purple of her dress. The matching shoes were dainty, embroidered plum velvet with a small heel. Even through her nervousness she knew that she looked beautiful.

Eris's knock sounded against the bedroom door.

"Come in," Elain answered, cursing the slight tremble in her voice.

Eris appeared, eyes twinkling with his eagerness to see her final outfit. Eris himself had opted for deep brown leather pants and a mossy-green silk shirt, covered in deep purple embroidery. He wore his hair slicked back and the other dragonfly earring dangled from one ear. It was simple, but of course he managed to look handsome and powerful. Effortlessly beautiful. Elain began to worry she may have overdressed.

"Little dove," Eris purred, sensing her anxiety, "You look beyond beautiful. Lovely, exquisite. Perfectly wicked."

He stood behind her, dragging a fingertip across the beaded pattern of her bodice, following the motion in the mirror. Elain shivered and leaned against him. He bent to press a kiss to her neck, but Elain swirled out of his touch and pressed a hand to his chest to stop him.

"I can't smell like sex or they'll kill you on the spot," She warned, though her skin had flushed a deeper red. Eris growled.

"Then we'll just stay here," He said, eyes dragging over her neckline. She usually hated it, attention like that. But she knew his admiration and respect equaled his desire. So she basked in it instead of hiding.

"This was your idea," Elain laughed at him.

"Fine," Eris threw his head back and released a loud, dramatic sigh. Then he looked at her with a mock frown and a playful gleam in his eye. "Shall we then, sweet one?"

He reached out for her hand, lacing their fingers together, and winnowed them into the belly of the beast.

Elain inhaled the familiar scent of the Night Court and shivered. It was the same as ever, heightening her awareness of every change within her. Home may be the same, but she was not. Music drifted to her ears and she thought of Nesta, the Symphonia resting on her vanity as she painted her lips for some event.

The Hewn City was in fine form tonight. For all the talk of nightmares and horrors, the city under the mountain could be exceptionally beautiful. Every stone surface gleamed, warm fae lights casting their golden glow. Long tables had been arranged in the great room, centers adorned with candles, glass ornaments, and stars made of silver and copper. The High Lord and Lady sat at the end of the longest table. Elain felt a rush of relief as she realized no one else from the inner circle had come. There was no one else here for her to disappoint.

Rhysand saw her first, gliding into the room on Eris's arm. His fork fell from his hand and clattered to the dark marble floor, silencing the circle of guests around him. Feyre frowned at him and followed his gaze, face draining of color when she saw her sister. A servant scrambled to pick up Rhys's forgotten utensil and bring him a new one.

Rhys started to stand, fury painted over every feature, but Feyre grasped his arm and pulled him back down. She had recognized the glamour before he had, quickly calculating the consequences of an outburst.

It was the longest walk of Elain's life, through the great room and the sea of watching eyes as they approached the High Lord and Lady. Feyre's hand remained on Rhysand's arm, barely leashing the power that threatened to explode. Heads were turning, wondering who Eris had brought as his date.

"Rhysand," Eris purred, bowing low. Elain curtsied as though it were not her family before her.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Rhysand snarled, his voice low.

Impatient claws tapped at Elain's shield. She stayed firm, despite her surprise. She knew he would check and make sure she was not under some sort of influence but she had not expected it so immediately.

"That's no way to greet my guest," Eris tsked.

"Elain?" Feyre asked, brows furrowed, waiting for an explanation.

"I took a trip," Elain said simply, willing her voice to be steady. Confident. At the very least, it did not tremble.

"Indeed," Feyre rolled her eyes.

"A trip to the Hewn City?" Rhysand was not amused.

"It was more about the company than the destination," Elain drawled. Rhys's eyes narrowed, but Eris gave her hand a squeeze, pleased. The High Lord's eyes flickered between them, glancing from dragonfly earring to the other.

Eris and Elain had not come up with much of a plan between them, beyond deciding that the main objective was to grate on Rhysand's nerves as much as possible without pushing him over the edge. Whatever annoyed Rhysand would also annoy Feyre. Her temper was not as much of a cause for concern. It would be no fun, after all, if they did not make it out of this ordeal unscathed.

They also agreed that Eris would not leave Elain alone. She knew her sister and brother-in-law would try to corner her and talk to her alone. When they did, Eris would step away and let her have her moment. But until then, and after then, he would be glued to her side to ward off any questionable characters.

Currently, Eris held Rhysand's piercing stare, utterly unaffected by his fury. Feyre was studying her sister, as if searching for injuries. Her gaze found the dagger strapped to her thigh and her brows furrowed even further, puzzled. Shock still lay underneath her expression. Elain felt another set of claws, her sister's, tapping in her mind. She gave her nothing.

"Well, we're late enough as is," Eris said, feeling Elain tense beside him. "I suppose we should find our seats."

"Does Beron know of this?" Feyre demanded. Elain stiffened again, feeling incredibly stupid. How had she not thought to ask Eris that? Had his brothers told their father about her or was she to be a surprise?

"No," Eris said, firm. Certain. "He knows nothing."

He whisked Elain away before they could ask anything else, neither of them turning back. They did not need to be looking at the couple to know that they now stared at each other, sharing some infuriated internal conversation. Elain offered Eris a small smile and he grinned back, reassuring. The grand entrance was complete.

Their seats were in an ideal spot. Far enough away that Feyre and Rhys could not talk to them without shouting, but close enough for them to watch and seethe. Indeed, Elain could practically hear Rhysand's teeth grinding together as he looked at them. The rest of the party was seemingly forgotten by him. And what a shame, for the room looked lovely.

"Are you alright?" Eris murmured to her as they sat.

"I just feel foolish for not thinking to ask about your father," She answered in her own hushed tone, focusing on spreading the silver napkin across her lap.

"He will never know," Eris said, keeping his eyes on the little piece of paper that marked the spot as his, name scrawled in beautiful calligraphy. If he looked at her, it would be with too much tenderness. It would be her Eris. Someone that no one else knew and no one else could see.

"My brothers were waiting for his return to surprise him. They'll never speak a word of it because they'd have to admit that they failed. I promise, you were always safe with me."

Elain wished that his words helped, but her anxiety only grew. There were so many things she hadn't thought to ask. So many things she still wanted to say. How had he justified spending these days away with her? What would the cost be?

She looked at the paper at her own place setting. Guest. Nothing felt quite right. It was as though being here, surrounded by the jagged stone walls and marble floors made it all real. The reality of the last few days was crashing into her.

Her fingers trembled in her lap as a servant placed a plate of food before her. She stared at the roll on the edge of her plate and it reminded her of the moldy bread Eris's brothers had thrown at her. She had been so certain that she would not escape the Forest House without some new terrible memory. She then Eris had appeared in the dim light, hair shining like a crown of gold.

Elain glanced at him, at the mask of sneering cruelty he had put on. And it struck her that she would likely never see him without it, after this. The loss was sinking in, twisting her heart. Of course he had to pretend here, she knew that. He could not be her Eris here. He could not be her Eris ever again. But he was never hers to begin with and she knew that. So why did it hurt like this?

A strangled, sob-like sound escaped her throat and Eris's gaze whipped toward her, eyes immediately assessing.

"Eris," Elain heard a deep voice rumble in greeting, "You look well."

Keir stood beside their chairs, a wry smile gracing his features. Elain smoothed her expression, shoving her grief deep down.

"Never better, Keir," Eris smiled but his voice sounded a little pained. Elain wondered how many times he had heard such a greeting while healing from terrible wounds underneath his fine clothes.

"Who is your lovely guest?" Keir turned his attention to Elain, who tried not to shrink into her chair. It did not escape her how his eyes dragged over her low neckline just a little too long.

"A friend from the Night Court," Eris gritted out between a tight smile. His words were rushed, trying to get the king away from them as quickly as possible.

"What a beauty," Keir laughed, as if he had made a clever joke.

"Indeed," Eris's voice lowered to a near growl.

"Well, enjoy the feast," Said the king, oblivious to the annoyance of the Autumn heir. He ambled away, hands clasped behind his back.

Elain dropped her shoulders when he walked away and Eris pressed an apologetic kiss to her cheek. And caught a glimpse of Rhysand, red with anger at the simple gesture. So, he placed a hand on Elain's back, fingertips tracing soothing patterns, and stared back at the High Lord with a lazy grin.

Elain looked up at him and when he saw the worry and sorrow in her eyes his smile faded. His hand pressed flat between her shoulder blades.

"Come," He said, "Let's find the wine."

Elain tucked her arm into his elbow and followed him away from the grand table. But Eris did not head in the direction of the wine. He found a quiet alcove out of view of the High Lord and tucked them inside.

"What's wrong?" He asked, hands resting on either side of her face, thumbs sweeping over her cheekbones, "Was it Keir? I hate him."

Elain grasped two fistfuls of his silky shirt and drew in a shaky breath. Tears were threatening to spill over and she couldn't speak around the lump in her throat. How could she begin to explain the mess swirling in her mind right now?

"We can go," Eris whispered, full of worry, "We've already pissed them off. We don't have to stay."

"When do you have to go back?" She asked, voice trembling. Angry with herself for not asking this before.

This is not how she wanted to feel. She wanted to make a statement, to annoy Rhys and Feyre. But now they were here and all she could think about was Eris.

"Soon," He admitted, shoulders drooping a touch, "But don't think of that yet. We have one more night together. And right now is about you."

Elain nodded and curled her fingers around his, melting into his touch. She wondered if she should tell him her vision. If she should have told him before they left. Eris smiled so softly, so sadly. He kissed away the tear that fell down the side of her nose.

"Let's get tipsy and try to have a lovely time, yes? Be sad later, if you must."

"Kiss me," Elain whispered, her grasp tightening.

Eris glanced around, making sure no one important would see. Then he pulled her in and kissed her. Elain felt some strange relief. He had not been changed, somehow, by the facade of detachment. His lips were still soft and warm, his touch still tender. All of that had been real. Elain kissed him harder.

He pulled away breathless, still not letting go of her face, and looked at her. There were dangerous words hidden in the honey of his eyes. Words of ruination. Elain saw and she wanted them. To breathe them into her lungs and be drunk on them. She did not let herself think of what she might give up just to hear him say them.

"Wine?" Eris said, instead of one of those blasphemous things, his breaths unsteady. He pressed one last kiss to her lips.

"Wine," Elain agreed, "Or whiskey if they have it. Maybe shots."

[navree]

https://www.tumblr.com/navree/727281176414420992/what-do-u-think-about-zeglar-and-how-she-talks?source=share

Gotta agree with a lot of ur points. So many male actors out there that they didnt read/watch the source material of the character their playing and get no shit but the moment a female actress say that all hell breaks loose.

From what I have seen it seems like the problem most people have with her is how she spoke negatively about og snow white and its plot and themes and characters. And there was that whole thing with the drawfs (im not going into that rabbit hole).

Personally the girl seems nice. Its easy to see that shes new to the scene. And she seems to ramble (?) say things without thinking them through ( ppl call her a pr nightmare 💀) (apparently this has happened before). But overall she seems nice and lovely.

The only thing that i found a bit eye raising was her saying her costar on film who plays the prince can just be cut out of the movie which was a bit ??? Though i can tell she didn't mean this badly or negatively (atleast i hope).

The thing that's so baffling to me is we've had people actively hating the source material of the movie/TV show they're adapting and most everyone was fine with it. Robert Pattinson (my beloved) spent nearly his entire time in the Twilight franchise actively hating everything his character did and every plotpoint in the books and the movies, and nobody batted an eye. But now Rachel said something about this movie nobody's even seen yet and isn't even done filming and it's World War 3? What?

The thing to me is that, OK, she said something that was perceived as disparaging to the original movie. So? Maybe she said that the plot wasn't that interesting or that the characters are flat or the themes basic to nonexistent, beyond the fact that she wouldn't be wrong to say any of that because it's all true (no shade if you like that movie, but it is a bit basic compared to even other classic Disney movies like Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty, and it makes sense that it's flat because, again, it was the first of the Disney animated movies that would solidify its brand), but genuinely: who cares? Literally who cares if a Disney movie of almost a hundred years old is being lightly disparaged for two minutes? Why are you (not you anon, but the collective you, the royal we type of you) so upset about it? Is your identity so desperately and intrinsically tied into the concept of 1937's Snow White and the Seven Dwarves as created by the Walt Disney company that the lightest critique is tantamount to a personal attack?

Listen, I get having strong feelings about favorite movies, even favorite Disney movies. My favorite movie of all time is most likely The Lion King, I find it a practically perfect film and beyond my enjoyment, it is something that's fundamentally tied into my relationship with my father in a way only he and I share, I get having an emotional connection to these kinds of movies even as an adult. But if y'all are pitching a hissy fit because Rachel might be pulling an RPatz, that's for you to sort out with a responsible adult, or in therapy, not go and be gross on Twitter for no reason.

Also again, this movie has not come out yet, it's not even finished filming, we can't be doing discourse about something literally only partially completed, it's like complaining you know a cake is gonna taste bad because you put it in the oven five minutes ago and it still looks like mostly batter.

[neonlights92]

Night Changes: PART ONE

Jeon Jungkook has spent the last twenty years alone.  Single.  Solo. 

And that’s just the way he likes it.  That is, until he meets the supposed love of his life.  Suddenly he’s falling over himself at the chance of a real relationship with someone.

The only thing getting in his way? You.

genre: fuckboy!jungkookie, college!jungkookie, romcom, e2l (kinda)

A/N: my attempt at a college kookie story? enjooooy

--

Perhaps it is the universe telling him to stop drinking. 

Jeon Jungkook really needs to start listening to the universe, and stop listening to - well to put it bluntly - his penis. 

When he wakes up in another stranger’s bed, with a splitting headache, and lipstick marks scattered across his chest, he reckons he should start making better life choices. 

The young woman sharing his bed - a girl from the party last night, with legs that go on for miles - rolls over and blinks her eyes open sleepily.  She smiles at him.

“Hi Jungkook.” 

He racks his brain for her name.  Jisoo… Jennie… Lisa… Rose? 

He feels bad - he really really does - but what can he do?  He was seven tequilas in, when Taehyung convinced him that taking her home would be a good idea. 

“Hi…. You.”  He finishes lamely, smiling sheepishly. 

She blinks again, this time a little more furious.  Her eyes narrow after a moment. 

“You don’t remember my name, do you?”  She purses her stained lips, and Jungkook really does feel awful.

Or maybe that’s just the hangover. 

“I uh - maybe.  It’s.. Last night’s a little bit grainy for me, to be honest.”

She seems unimpressed, arching a well-groomed brow, “You’re in most of my classes at college, Jeon Jungkook.”

And really that’s when he feels like a complete asshole. 

“Shit.  I’m sorry,” He tries to place her - he tries so fucking hard - but he knows he doesn’t recognise her, and a worm of guilt starts niggling in the pit of his stomach.

She rolls her eyes and sits up, pressing a hand against her forehead and clicking her tongue, “Whatever.  Just get out.  Jerk.” 

Jungkook feels bad.  Seriously, he does. 

But he can’t help but share her sentiment.  

He scrambles out of bed, fishing around her bedroom floor for the jeans he so carelessly threw off, and the white shirt he’s sure is stained with something he’ll never be able to get rid of.  He stumbles into the clothing and turns back towards the nameless woman glaring at him from underneath the covers.

“Do you hate me?”

She rolls her eyes, “Get out of my house, asshole.” He winces.  He knows he deserves that.

“See you soon?” She shakes her head, and tugs a hand through her unruly hair, “Hopefully not.” Jungkook bolts out of there like his life depends on it but just as he pulls the front door open, somebody else blocks his way.  And suddenly everything in the world shifts, and he feels as though his heart has just split open right down the middle. 

Because standing in front of him, holding two bags of groceries, is an absolute angel.  

Jungkook thinks - no he’s certain - she’s the most beautiful woman he’s seen in his entire life, and now he understands the songs, and the sonnets and the plays.  This is what love at first sight is.

It has to be.

“Oh.”  She laughs a little, “Hi.” 

Jungkook’s eyes widen, “Hi.”

“You must be Y/N’s guest.” 

Y/N.  So that’s her name.

“Uh… Yeah.”

Her cheeks flush brightly, “I’m Soomi, Y/N’s roommate.” 

“Nice to meet you Y/N’s roommate.  I’m Jungkook.”

When she giggles, Jungkook feels like he’s ascended into another plane of existence.  

“Well it’s nice to meet you too.”  Her eyes lower to his haphazardly buttoned shirt, “Under the circumstances.” Jungkook feels stupid and wonderful all at the same time, and just as he’s about to do something crazy - like ask for her number, or ask her to marry him, even - somebody clears their throat from behind him.

In a moment, Jungkook remembers exactly where he is.  His heart drops.

Shit.

Y/N.

“I see you’ve met the asshole I slept with last night,” Y/N raises a brow and clicks her tongue, “You were just on your way out, Jungkook, weren’t you?”

“I… Uh…  Yeah.  On my way out.” Jungkook knows he has no right to feel dejected - after all he was the one who couldn’t remember Y/N’s name in the first place.  But he’s sure Soomi might very well be the love of his life, and he can’t possibly just walk out like this, can he? But when he turns to face Soomi he notices she’s already stepped out of the way for him… And there’s really nothing more he can do.  

“Well uh… It was nice to meet you Soomi,” He moves into the hallway and turns to give Y/N a half smile, “See you in class.”

“Like I said.”  Y/N pulls a face, “Hopefully not.”

Soomi giggles again and he feels like he’s been shot straight through the heart, “Bye Jungkook!”

The door slams shut in his face, and the moment Jungkook is alone he notices how quickly his heart is racing.  Oh god.

He’s in love. 

He has to be.

//

“Jungkook.  You’re being ridiculous.”  Jungkook’s roommate Namjoon rolls his dark eyes, “She is not the “love of your life.”  Stop being so dramatic, you sound like Jin.” Jungkook feels like his heart is about to burst.  It’s been less than three hours since he met Soomi and all he can think about is the curve of her smile.

“No.  I’m serious, Namjoon.  C’mon, when have you ever known me to feel this way about a girl?”

Namjoon sets his mug of coffee to one side and clicks his tongue, “Never.  I’ve never known you to feel this way about a girl.  Which only further proves my point - you’re being ridiculous.”

“You’re just made of ice,” He comments bitterly, “I’m serious Namjoon.  I’m in love.”

“Listen Jungkook you know I usually love to disagree with Namjoon,” This comes from Jungkook’s other roommate Taehyung who is slung across the couch lazily, “But I’ve got to say… This time he’s got a point.  You sound like a crazy person.”

“If you saw her you’d know exactly what I mean.” 

Namjoon rolls his eyes so hard Jungkook is surprised he doesn’t lose one to the back of his skull.

“It’s a girl Jungkook.  A girl you met for all of twenty seconds.” “She was an angel.”

Taehyung giggles, “You’ve really got it bad huh?” “My heart hasn’t stopped pounding since I left her.”  Jungkook feels himself deflate slightly, “I need to see her again.” “And how are you going to do that?”  Taehyung raises a dark brow, “Surely you don’t have any classes with her, or you would’ve seen her by now.”

“No but… I have classes with Y/N.”  Jungkook knows it’s a dumb suggestion.  

But he can’t help it.  He needs to see Soomi again. 

“Y/N as in the girl who you slept with and who’s name you couldn’t remember?”  Namjoon scoffs, “Even you can’t be dumb enough to think she’d help you out of the goodness of her heart.”

“No… Maybe not out of the goodness of her heart.”  Jungkook agrees, carding a hand through his cherry red locks, “But I can figure out something she wants.  Y’know… Mutually beneficial.”

“I hope you’re not talking about your penis,” Taehyung pulls a face. 

“Have you not been listening for the past hour Taehyung?  I am in love with Soomi - I’m not about to sleep with her roommate...Again.  I’m a one woman man.”

Namjoon pushes himself to his feet, “Your only hope is that she’s in love with somebody else.  Somebody you could potentially help her seduce.”

Jungkook stands too, “That’s brilliant.” “What about Hoseok?” Taehyung cocks his head to the side, “Everybody’s in love with Hoseok.”

“Do not drag Hoseok into this Jungkook.”  Namjoon gives his friend a pointed look, “I’m serious.  He’s still heartbroken over Alexa.”

“Alexis,” Taehyung corrects, “Why can’t you ever bother to get the names of our girlfriends right?”

As Namjoon and Taehyung argue over Namjoon’s inability to remember names correctly, Jungkook starts thinking of all the ways he can convince Y/N to help him with Soomi.

It’ll be a piece of cake.

Or so he hopes.

//

Monday morning rolls around and Jungkook spends practically every minute from the moment he leaves his dorm scouring the campus for Y/N.  She isn’t in his first class of the day - or even the second.  By his third class of the day he starts to wonder if maybe she’d confused him with someone else.

Maybe there’s another Jeon Jungkook on campus who sleeps with attractive women and forgets their name in the morning.  Somebody else is stealing his game.

But then - like a vision from heaven - she walks into his political science class as if she isn’t the key to all his happiness. Her eyes flit across the lecture room and when they land on Jungkook she glares.  He wants to sink back against himself but he refuses - instead he smiles widely and gestures for her to sit in the empty seat beside him.

She shakes her head as if he’s crazy (and to be honest, he might be) and instead moves towards the very back, sliding into a seat all on her own. 

Jungkook grunts.  He can’t really blame her. 

Still.  Does she really have to make things so difficult?

He grabs his books and shuffles over to where Y/N is sat, engrossed by something on her phone.  When he looks closer he realises it's one of those pimple popping compilations on Youtube.

Gross.

Jungkook clears his throat and when she looks up her expression morphs from surprise into annoyance.

“What are you doing?”

“Sitting beside my new friend,” He grins wider, “Y/N.”

Her eyes narrow into slits, “What do you want?”

“To make amends,” Jungkook answers immediately, “I kind of feel like an asshole.” “You should.”  She gives him another look of annoyance, “But I’m also not stupid.  You’ve got the hots for Soomi, haven’t you?”

Jungkook feels his stomach drop.  Is he that obvious?

“Everyone has the hots for Soomi,” Y/N waves her hand noncommittally and gives him a once over, “Though not everyone has slept with her roommate.”

Jungkook winces.  It’s clear Y/N despises him.

“Would it help if I said I was sorry?”

“For forgetting my name or for giving me the worst head of my life?” The insult sears him.  Jungkook may be a little bit of a lady’s man but he’s always been determined to please his lovers.  He wishes he could remember any part of their tryst (to prove her wrong, more than anything) but once again he draws a blank.

“I can make it up to you.” She raises a brow, “I highly doubt that.”

Jungkook opens his mouth to argue with her - before Y/N’s attention is stolen by the figure that has just walked through the double doors of their lecture room.  Jungkook follows her gaze and smirks when he realises who she’s staring at.

“So you have the hots for Park Jimin then?”

Y/N’s eyes snap up to meet his and she seems flustered, “What?”

“You just looked at him like he rearranged the stars to spell your name,” Jungkook’s smirk widens, “You like him.”

Y/N looks ready to smack him across the face.  

“Shut up.”

“I’m not wrong though, am I?” When her eyebrows dip into a scowl, Jungkook knows he’s won this battle.  He leans towards her, conspiratorially. 

“I know Jimin well.”

That’s kind of a bold statement (and kind of a lie.)  Jungkook knows of Jimin.  He’s on the same dance team as Taehyung and Hoseok - two of Jungkook’s closest friends.  That’s enough of an in, isn’t it?

“No you don’t.”  She mutters with a roll of her eyes, “I can see where you’re going with this.”

“No seriously.  He’s best friends with Kim Taehyung,” Again a slight overstatement, but Jungkook doesn’t correct himself, “And Taehyung is like my brother.  We grew up together.”

“So what?  You help me out with Jimin and I have to do the same for Soomi?”  She scoffs, “Soomi and I are best friends.  I don’t want to lie to her.” “It wouldn’t be lying.”  Jungkook’s voice pinches a little, “It’s just helping fate along.” “Fate?”  Y/N’s expression morphs into one of disbelief, “Oh my god.  You really do have the hots for her.” “If cupid himself descended to earth and shot me in the ass with an arrow, I’d feel exactly the same for her.  Seriously.”

Y/N seems to contemplate the suggestion.  Her eyes move to meet the back of Jimin’s head - where he’s sat in the front row - and she sighs heavily.  Jungkook tries to read her face. 

Is she softening up to the idea?

“Let’s say I agreed to help you.”  Her voice is flat, “How can I be sure Soomi won’t just be another notch on your bedpost?”

Jungkook feels his chest constrict, “I resent that.  Just because I have more experience than others doesn’t mean I’m an asshole.  I don’t pursue women with the intentions of fucking them over.”

He won’t admit it but that assumption kind of pisses him off.  

When Y/N is quiet a moment longer, Jungkook sighs and tugs a hand through his hair. 

“If I do fuck her over…. Which I won’t.  I give you full permission to start a rumour that my penis is the size of a cocktail sausage.  I won’t even deny it.”

Y/N’s eyes widen and Jungkook notices (but doesn’t comment on) a red flush to her neck.

“Alright.  Fine.  I’ll help you out with Soomi, if you help me out with Jimin.”

Jungkook has to force himself not to punch the air in triumph.  Instead he grins - nice and wide - and nudges Y/N playfully, “I think this is the start of a very beautiful friendship.”

She groans.

“I’m already regretting this.”

//

Jungkook sends Y/N a text message the next morning, bright and early.  He doesn’t expect a response from her - he assumes she’s more of a night owl than an early bird - but then his phone pings in response and he has to say he’s a little surprised.

Jungkook: good mornin’ y/n… this is cupid calling 

Y/N: y’know..  I knew giving you my number was a bad idea 

Jungkook: oh c’mon don’t be like that, now that we’re friends you should definitely start warming up to me

Her reply takes a little longer but Jungkook isn’t worried.  Despite what she feels towards him, Y/N thinks her only way to Jimin’s heart is through Jungkook.  So she’ll just have to put up with it.

Y/N: I just puked in my mouth at the thought of warming up anywhere close to you.  Gross

Jungkook smiles at her response.

Jungkook: I think you like me more than you're willing to admit.  Anyway we need to get on with our…. Agreement.  Want to come round this evening to discuss arrangements?  I’ll even throw in some pizza and beer.

Y/N: I only like hawaiian.

Jungkook: Disgusting.  You and Namjoon will get on fantastically then.  Alright hawaiian it is. 

He sends her his address and when she replies with the puking emoji he laughs despite himself.

Maybe she’s not all that bad.

//

“Pineapple on pizza is a cardinal sin.” Y/N glares at Jungkook as she tucks into her third slice, “Why are you hating?”

“I just - I don’t get it.”

Y/N had arrived at his apartment earlier that evening with a six pack of beer in what Jungkook had assumed was a begrudging olive branch.  The two of them had spent the last hour discussing the delicate intricacies of mario kart, and Jungkook had found himself enjoying her company more and more.

He hated to admit it but she was kind of cool.

Only kind of, though.

“You don’t get it because your taste buds are subpar,” She moves her mouth into a small smile and Jungkook almost gasps at the gesture, “Hawaiian is the only acceptable way to eat pizza.  Period.”

“Y’know you look much cuter when you smile,” He quips, watching as she chokes on the last piece of crust, “You should do it more often.” Her eyes narrow into a glare, “I smile at people who bother to remember my name.”

“I thought you’d forgiven me for that.  I’m helping you out with Jimin aren’t I?”

Y/N laughs - and Jungkook is surprised at the warmth in her tone, “At a price.  Or are you forgetting I’m setting you up with Soomi?”

“Which reminds me,” He scoots closer towards her, pushing the pizza box out of the way, “What’s our plan of action?” Y/N seems to pause for a moment, her eyes flicking nervously across his face as she tucks some of her hair behind her ear.  Jungkook doesn’t comment on her sudden shift in behaviour, but he notices it. 

Man.  Girls are weird.

“I thought maybe… You could come over one night, to watch a movie or whatever.  And you could ask Taehyung and Jimin to join, too.”

Jungkook nods emphatically, “That’s a good plan.  Something intimate to really plant those seeds of love.”

Y/N laughs again and he notices the crinkles at the sides of her eyes when she does so.  Weird.  Why hasn’t he seen those before?  Admittedly… It’s kind of adorable.

“Plant those seeds of love,” She pulls a face, “You really are a wordsmith, Jeon Jungkook.” 

“Is it any wonder when my major is English lit?”

“Me too,” She cocks her head to one side, hair falling out from behind her ears, “Makes sense why you’re in most of my classes.”

Jungkook feels kind of (very) guilty as memories of their morning together are brought back.

“I really do feel like shit for not remembering you.”  He rubs the back of his neck in that universal boy sign for awkwardness, and clicks his tongue, “I wish I had.”

She shrugs, her eyes darkening a moment as she looks away, “It’s alright.  I’m kind of used to it to be honest.  Always been more of a... Background kind of person.” 

Jungkook clucks, like a mother hen disappointed at her chicks, “Hey don’t say that about yourself.”

When Y/N moves her eyes to meet with his own again, Jungkook notices she doesn’t seem angry or bitter.   Just resigned.

“But it’s true,” She licks her bottom lip and smiles almost sadly, “Soomi’s always been the centre of attention everywhere we go.  And I’ve known her… Forever, really.  So it makes sense.  Someone always has to take the back seat.  I don’t mind it.  Suits me just fine.”

Now Jungkook really feels like an asshole.  When she was prickly, it was easy to shove everything under the carpet, and pretend that not knowing her name wasn’t sort of horrible.

But now she was being nice, it made everything a hundred times worse.

“I’m sorry Y/N.  Really.”  

She meets his gaze again and smiles - this time a little lighter, “Don’t worry about it.  Now you know who I am… And you’ll never forget it.  Not least because I’m the love of your life’s best friend.”

Jungkook feels kind of awful right now, but he knows that apologising again will probably only annoy her.  He tucks his guilt somewhere into the back of his mind and smiles widely, trying to ease the mood.

“Right.  And I’m the person who is going to help you snag the man of your dreams!” 

She laughs at that, taking a final chug of her beer before setting the empty bottle to one side.

“Park Jimin here I come!”

“You’ve got a one way ticket to Bonetown and Jimin is flying first class!”

She laughs louder, this time snorting, “That makes no sense, but I’ll take it.”

They spend the rest of the evening hanging out in a way that feels strangely familiar, and it’s only when Y/N’s head begins to lull to one side that Jungkook realises it’s past three am.  And as he orders her an uber home, and insists she takes the final slice of pizza for the journey home, Jungkook realises that Y/N is more than just kind of cute.

She’s kind of great.

//

Later on that week, as Jungkook fills Namjoon and Taehyung in on his progress with Y/N, the former seems less than impressed.

“This is only going to end badly.”  Namjoon shakes his head, “Haven’t you ever seen a romantic comedy?  Shit like this only ends in tears.”

Jungkook takes a swig from his beer and rolls his eyes, “Have you ever tried to be positive a single day in your life Namjoon?  Y/N agreed to help me.  It’s progress.”

“But you dragged me into it,” Taehyung seems unimpressed, “And I told you me and Jimin aren’t even that close.”

“Okay so I might have embellished slightly….”

“Slightly?  You called us the best of friends,” Taehyung groans at his friend’s stupidity, “I’m not sure Jimin even knows what major I’m taking.”

“This is the most Jungkook problem of all time,” Namjoon guffaws at the situation, “How the hell are you going to sort this out.” “Tae - I just need you to convince Jimin to come on one date.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, “I don’t know him that well, Kook.  What exactly am I supposed to say?” 

“I don’t know but you once convinced your mom those nudes of you that got leaked senior year of high school were actually for an art project,” Jungkook pleads with his friend, “I know  you can do this.” Taehyung laughs at the memory and pulls a face, “If he says no though, there’s not much else I can do.” “Fine.  But at least try.”

Jungkook knows that the universe is working in his favour.  It has to be.  The moment he laid eyes on Soomi he knew he’d never be happy again without her.

“Alright Kook I’ll try.  But I’m not making any promises.” Jungkook grins, “You’re the best.”

“I know I am,” He leans further back into the couch and grabs a slice of the pizza Namjoon ordered, surreptitiously picking off the pineapple, “Now what are you going to do about Y/N?” Jungkook raises a brow, “What do you mean?” “Well you described her as a she-demon,” Namjoon snorts, choking on some of his beer, “How exactly is that going to seduce Jimin?” “Remember everyone loves him,” Taehyung tacks on - less than helpfully - his smirk growing, “She’s going to have to get in line.” “Everyone does not love Jimin.”

Taehyung scoffs, “You’re kidding right?  I once watched him turn down three girls in one night.”

“Yeah.  This girl from my psych class says he’s still heart broken from his ex,” Namjoon seems to be enjoying Jungkook’s predicament a little too much, “Says he won’t even give anyone a chance.”

Jungkook refuses to let his friends’ pessimism get in the way of his elation.  He’s one step closer to Soomi, and if Jimin thinks he can be the one to stand in his way he’s got another thing coming.

“I’ll make it work.”  He answers with more confidence than he necessarily feels, “Besides, Y/N’s not that bad.  In certain lights she might even be considered kind of… Cute.  She’s just a little...brash.”

“Could her brashness towards you be due to the fact you forgot her name after an evening of vigorous love making?”  Taehyung gives his friend a knowing look, “I mean that would probably even hurt you Jungkook.  And you’re the master of not giving a fuck.”

“I apologised.”  He says it like that should fix everything, but in the depths of his heart Jungkook knows forgetting her name was kind of (really) shitty, “Besides.  If I really do set her up with Jimin and this all works out perfectly she’ll have a lot to thank me for.  Might even forgive me.”

Taehyung laughs and Namjoon pulls a face.

“We live in hope.” “That we do Joon.” Jungkook grins, “That we do.”

//

[ragemuses-moved]

♡ –} “ Hmm...I wonder what went wrong... ”

She followed all of Birthday Cake Cookie’s instructions! Why did the cake look like this? She can’t take this to Ritsu!

[yakumtsaki]

Alright, time for the FOR REAL last spare update because ffs. Brit Brit and Reginald move Downtown in this beautiful Eaxis shack, reminds me of generation 1♡ How you doing, Brit, I know this isn’t really your scene.

-Oh it’s great, I’ve never been better!

Are you sure you’re not maybe a little bit in denial?

-Of course not!

Are you really sure??

-Oh hi, Wanda! Just wanted to let you know your daughter is a homewrecking slut! :D -Didn’t you homewreck her first? -That doesn’t sound like me.

-Ah, cereal for every meal! Nutritious! I don’t miss Gunther’s lobster at all! I’ll find another lobster! Bigger and without freckles!

GROSS.

Brit Brit wanted to get a dog and I wasn’t gonna do it because we are BROKE, but then I’m like hmm what if we put it to work.. So we got Dakota the beagle and Brit LOVES her..

..unlike poor Reginald, who has to rely on Trent Traveller’s charity.

Every single update this generation has featured some questionable parenting, but allow Brit to take the cake as Reginald grows up a) in the bathroom b) while the nanny takes a crap c) in this haircut. Over before it began. 

From what I can tell Reggie is a Brit clone other than Gunther’s BUSTED AF JAW, which you guys might remember I discovered is somehow sharper on one side than it is on the other?? Thanks for literally nothing Gunther.

So there are a ton of sims out there who are competent and hardworking and can handle single-parenthood with no problem. Unfortunately it’s becoming clear that Brit is not one of them, so the time has come to remarry, and I know just the hapless moron we’re gonna trap..

..hello again, Castor!

-Can you believe Melody took from me what I had rightfully stolen from her?? Such betrayal is unforgivable, we’ll never be best friends again!! -Of course, especially when there’s a child involved! -Thankfully the child isn’t Gunther’s, I wouldn’t want those genes near me! -It’s not? Whose is it? -Well yours, of course! Why do you think I called you here! 

-WHAT?? I’M A DAD??? :D -Yes you are, baby! -Oh Brit, that makes me so happy! Why didn’t you tell me before? -I’m sorry darling but I couldn’t, it would cause such a scandal due to my immense fame after the Monty Farms Orange Soda commercial! -That must have been so hard on you, Brit. 

-It was, but it’s all better now, and we can finally be a family! -I’d love that Brit-

-WAIT WAIT WAIT, HOLD UP. WHAT? WE HAVEN’T HOOKED UP IN 20 YEARS, HOW COULD THIS KID POSSIBLY BE MINE?? -EXCUSE ME??? YOU DON’T REMEMBER SLEEPING WITH ME 3 YEARS AGO?? WHAT THE FUCK, CASTOR -I slept with you 3 years ago??? Where??? -At the alumni-undergrad mixer!!! -I never go to that thing! -OH MY GOD. You seriously don’t remember? Do you have a drinking problem?? You know what, I didn’t dump one drunkard slut just to get with another one, Reginald deserves better! If you don’t want to be there for your child that’s fine! -No, I want to be there for him! I’m so sorry, Brit, I guess I was drunk.

-It’s ok baby, I forgive you. Why don’t you go meet your son?

-Hey Reginald, I’m your daddy! You don’t know each other well yet, but I can feel that you’re 50% my DNA and my primal paternal instincts are starting to awaken. 

Man, Brit and I are truly of one mind, they’re not even in love yet LOL. I see you, girl!

-Castor, will you marry me and take responsibility for this child you sired? -Of course I will, Brit! Let me just drop out of college, brb.

-Bye, dude! -Good luck! -I don’t need luck when I’m marrying an angel like Brit!

Ah, what a beautiful wedding. It’s Castor’s look of perplexment for me.

With Castor’s (disappointing) cash infusion we move to this bigger but equally fug house next door.

The career flopage around here is unreal. Et tu, Dakota??

Fml for real. It’s time to grind like never before!!! I change Castor’s ridic knowledge aspiration to popularity and now he wants to be a Celeb Chef, how nice and high paying!

I can’t believe we’re using money trees, I didn’t even resort to that during Vic-Komei early years. Oh how the mighty have fallen.

Shockingly, pseudo-intellectual himbo Castor has really grown on me, he’s very good at taking care of himself (unlike Brit whom I have to chase around to make sure she doesn’t die)-

-and since I kept his knowledge aspiration as a secondary he just skills for his career uncomplainingly-

..plus he loves Reginald!

And let me tell you, that’s a hard feat, this brat’s personality is classic Union aka super active, super neat, super mean nightmare.

Thanks solely to Castor, Reggie grew up well! I really didn’t see that coming. LOL @ this hippie outfit.

-Change me right now!!!

Ah, much better! Boy, he might legit be the snootiest looking child I’ve ever had, he even beats out Jojo.

So Brit immediately wanted to get Reggie into private school and the headmaster came while Castor was at work. But since Brit has like 5 cooking points by now I was like it’s gonna be fine, and she of course burned the food. It looked like a lost cause, until Castor returned from work and singlehandedly saved us..

..by SCHMOOZING. WHAT. Bro this interaction always flops for me but I guess Castor was ~the cool man on campus~ for a reason! I can’t believe I’ve come to stan Castor Nova, what can I tell you, he’s been great.

We finally catch a freaking break financially when the matchmaker leaves us a much undeserved genie lamp.

-UGH, DON’T YOU PEOPLE EVER CLEAN THIS CRAPHOLE

Blame Melody and Gunther for kicking our garbage can 50 times a day because Brit kicks their garbage can. It’s a vicious cycle.

-Hmm let me think.. Beauty? Already got it. Longer life? I’m gonna be an immortal Icon. Peace of mind? Never had it, don’t need it. 

-Bags of cash so I can finally fuck outta here? Do I have to tell Castor about it and ‘share’?🤢 -NO🧞 -You’ve got a deal. 

-I got an A+ I got an A+!!!!!

Sorry Reg, unless it comes with a cash reward I’m not interested.

OH MY GOD FINALLY

FINALLYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

YAS. WE DID IT BRIT!!!!!!!!!

-‘We’? All you did was have me top the wrong career.

It was confusing ok?? 

So on the same day Castor gets promoted to lvl 9 via chance card, and when he comes back that thing happens when he still has time to go to work in his new schedule-

-AND HE GETS PROMOTED AGAIN.

AND HE GETS A 10K BONUS

I STAN AN INDUSTRIOUS KING

Time to fuck off!!!

But not before Reginald grows up into an even snootier teen-

-and ROLLS THIS. I am straight up cursed but I guess we know who’s gonna be taking care of the spare pets once Daniel dies.

With our hard, HARD earned money, we finally move into this Brit-appropriate abode, which I of course didn’t build hence it looks great.

Birthday time for Brit Brit! You’ve had a tough go of it babe, time to enjoy life with your boy-toy! 

-Oh, the places I’ll go! Twikkii Island to be exact!

And that’s it for Kween Brit Brit and a wrap on the spares! Back to the main house now, and we’ll be taking Reginald with us to college!

[stucky-starnes]

Gleam and Glow

Chapter 3

Pairing: Grey! Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader

Word count: 2,924

Description: There’s nothing like the cold cold comfort of brick and mortar, southern comfort isn’t supposed to mean south of the surface.

General warnings: This story contains dark elements and various dark characters!! Do not read if this makes you uncomfortable!!!, kidnapping, violence, language, angst, whump, for the purposes of the story the reader has 70ft foot long hair that glows gold- this does not change regardless of hair color or texture, inspired by the movie Tangled. This list is subject to change and develop as the story continues

Chapter warnings: soft Loki, neglect, Walker is really gross ew man, death threats, soft Wanda, very very subtle hurt/comfort, this is a pretty easy going chapter

A/N: Finally chapter three! This took absolutely forever as I had little time this season but i hope you enjoy this chapter none the less! This chapter has not been beta’d so feel free to point out and confusing grammatical errors that may pop up! I have opened requests temporarily as well!

DO NOT REPOST FOR ANY REASON, REBLOGS ARE WELCOMED AND MUCH APPRECIATED.

It was almost impossible to tell what exactly was drawing you closer to sleep. It had been three days in the prison cell and winter was drawing closer. You were freezing cold, exhausted, and thirsty beyond belief. In the time spent here since your unfortunate kidnapping only five people had come to use your “gift”. They never spoke, never introduced themselves or said thank you once they’d been healed, they simply came and went. Once a day, a woman would bring you food, usually some sort of broth and a torn chunk of buttered bread. The woman never spoke just like all the warriors who would visit, she kept her eyes trained on the length of your hair or on your cuffed hands. With your wrists chained to your waist you couldn’t feed yourself alone, in the first two days the woman hadn’t noticed or maybe hadn’t cared but recently she had taken to helping you eat. It was a little embarrassing to be fed by someone else, even mother hadn’t helped you eat like this at least not since you were a baby. Despite the embarrassment you were far too weak to refuse the help, the food helped a lot but without sleep it was practically useless and you refused to fall asleep here. If you were asleep you were vulnerable and you wouldn’t be any wiser if some warrior came by while you were out. So you stayed vigilant, never closing your eyes for more than a few moments, always waiting even though you weren’t exactly sure what for.

The woman who comes to visit and bring food was a sharp contrast from the warriors you usually met. The warriors were always dirty, caked in blood and dirt, their clothing always dark and made of thick fabrics or plated with metal. They always wore their sheaths but their weapons were always missing, likely to keep you from trying to take them. The woman however was clean. She was never coated in blood or dirt and her nails were well kept, lacking the dirt many of the men had beneath them. She was pale, long copper red hair pinned out of her face by beautiful maroon pins designed to look like intricate twigs or horns. Her clothing was very practical, warm and protective, dark maroon colored leather over a black, wool-lined tunic and trousers donning protective leather guards in the same maroon shade and leather wrist gauntlets looped around her middle fingers protecting the back of her hand. She was one of few people you’d seen wearing red, you could only gather that the color signified a higher status but you couldn’t begin to understand why someone of a higher status would be coming to feed you. In the beginning the woman almost seemed afraid, utilizing the wider slot in the cell door to slide the tray of food through and taking a few steps away to monitor you. She still hadn’t opened the door and came into the cell like most of the men did, she managed to feed you through the bars even though it was quite a reach and very inconvenient.

Today was different, when she came by the tray seemed to be fuller though you couldn’t tell what else was on it from your place on the floor. The woman pressed her palm to the locking mechanism of the cell door, it emitted a red energy similar to that of the man who relinquished your freedom and the lock clicked, the door opening with ease. She grabbed a chair that had been hidden to the side of the cell and brought it in with one hand, the other balancing the tray of goods. She set the chair across from you and took a seat, playing the tray in her lap. While the tray contained the regular cup of broth and bread, it also had a small bowl of steaming vegetable stew and a goblet that you pray is full of water. She started with the stew, carefully spooning it to your mouth in silence. It was far more delicious than you had expected and the warmth it brought was more than welcome. After feeding you a chunk of bread she carefully lifted the goblet to your lips. For a moment you were cautious, you’d never had alcohol but you know it causes dehydration and at this point wine might figuratively kill you. The moment the liquid hit your tongue you could tell it was water, your hands jerking up to try and hold the goblet tugging on the shackles in the process, you tipped your head further gulping the water down hastily. You almost didn’t notice when the woman laughed, more like giggled at your haste. You pulled away from the nearly empty goblet and looked up to the goblet.

“What’s so funny?” You whispered, voice gruff from days without speaking.

“You are very eager. It’s a nice change.” Her accent was thick but her voice was gentle all the same.

“I haven’t had water in some time…” you looked down to the cuffs encasing your wrists. Her eyebrows furrowed but she remained silent, continuing to feed you.

When you finished the food, feeling more full than ever before if that was even possible, the woman didn’t stand to leave.

“What’s your name?” You asked. And she almost hesitated.

“Wanda. And you’re Y/N.” She replied.

“Are you the same as that man? Loki?”

“Our magic comes from different places. He and I are not the same. He is much older. I am sorry for what he did to you. I assure you he is just as much a prisoner as you are.” She stood from the chair. You scoffed.

“You’re never a prisoner when you do others bidding so willingly. He isn’t powerless. He did this to me because he wanted to.” You were almost angry.

“I cannot make you understand.” Wanda shook her head and used her power to open the door, removing the chair with her.

“Wanda-.” You stopped yourself. It was a stupid question but she turned to your regardless.

“You can let me go, you have power too, you can undo this and set me free!”

“I- I am sorry but I can’t. There are things here that you do not understand.”

“Then help me! Help me to understand please. Please Wanda.” You were begging, groveling at her feet regardless of the fact that you didn’t have a choice.

“I cannot speak of such things in company, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She left quickly, struggling to remove the tremor from her voice.

The room was silent and cold again. The smell of burnt lantern fuel lingering in the air the way it always had. The silence was almost healing to your aching heart, this is the way it must be and you’d have to grow accustomed. Laying down as much as possible, partially in a bed of your own hair, you allowed yourself to fall asleep. It consumed you, your body more than exhausted from just trying to defend itself from the incoming trauma. The sleep was dreamless but fulfilling, you would have slept for the rest of the week if the slamming of the cell door hadn’t woken you.

Your eyes snapped open, bleary from sleep, you struggled to focus on the man entering the room until he was close to your face. John Walker. His face was bloodied and his eye was swollen shut, he stumbled, falling down next to you only to turn his head and spit blood onto the cell floor a foot away. While you had been taught not to take pride in others’ pain, you couldn’t help but be glad he was hurt so severely, it meant he was only here to heal. Without a word he snaked his hand to the back of your neck, scooping your hair closer to him roughly from its base. There were several braids still tied into your locks from previous warriors and each time one got in his way John gripped it roughly, nearly ripping it from your head as he threw it away from him. You struggled to stay silent, refusing to give him the satisfaction. He roughly began to braid a chunk of the hair, albeit very badly but the magic didn’t discriminate, the green energy wrapped around his injured face and body as he worked. John gasped when he finished and the green energy disappeared with a small gust of wind, leaving him freshly healed under the remains of the blood.

You breathed out a sigh of relief when he stood, expecting him to leave the room, instead he kneeled back down into your space and grabbed your jaw, smashing your cheeks with his fingers as he squeezed.

“If you ever - and I mean fucking ever - heal Laufeyson I swear I will kill you.” He was furious.

“I don’t get to choose” you barely mumbled out.

“Well you better fucking figure out how to hold it in princess because if I ever fucking hear even the slightest whisp of a thought that maybe he came to visit? I’ll treat you like the meat your really are, slice you open and use you up like god intended.” He threw your face away from him and stormed out of the cell, locking it quickly.

You were speechless, unsure if the feeling on your jaw was from the heat of his palm or the developing bruises. There was no way of knowing what happened, how John became so injured or why you’d die for saving a specific person. It’s impossible to prevent someone from using your hair to heal themselves, especially given the spell Loki had placed on you, the only way out would be cutting it all off but there wasn’t a sharp object in sight and no one ever entered wearing their weapons. Once or twice you heard the men argue over relinquishing their sabers and daggers to the guards at the door of the prison complex, they always gave in and you never heard anything more.

From what you could tell, you were the only prisoner they had. This wasn’t completely surprising, though you’d never understand the point of having an entire prison building to only house one person, you always just assumed they killed those that cross them instead of going through a judicial system. It was difficult to admit that the isolation of being alone in a cell and used without control wasn’t what broke you the most, it was the lack of people. The isolation of knowing there wasn’t a si glow other person in the building in a somewhat similar position to you. There would never be someone on the other side of the wall, hoping for an escape or a quick death in the same way you sometimes find yourself hoping. This was it. You barely had a side in this, standing completely alone with this curse as the Vikings rejoice in ravaging your mind and arguably your body. Letting out a breath you carefully lay back down, concentrating on your fingertips that look so much different than they had just a few days ago, dirty and broken in some aspects. Exhaling you tried to force yourself to accept the facts and to find a middle ground, hardly a solution but some twisted fantasy you could hide in for safety. Moments later something cold graced your hand, thinking it’s part of the chains you don’t look until it happens again.

A small lizard carefully nudged at your thumb and for the first time, you smiled. It was a tiny little thing, it’s head far too big for its scaly body. It was so pretty, with shiny dark green and blue scales. You turned your hand over, opening your palm as an offering to the little guy. The lizard climbed on without hesitation, settling down to use the heel of your palm as a pillow.

“Gotta keep warm huh little guy?”

The lizard curled its tail into itself, relishing in the warmth your hand provided in the cold winter. Moments later the lanterns in the hall outside the cell doors were burnt out, the same way they are every night, leaving the room to be lit by the small window near the ceiling that led outside. The same window the lizard probably entered from. The extinguishing of the lanterns seemed to be some sort of cue for the lizard, who quickly left your palm and ran towards the door. You expected it to leave, to scuttle through the bars and live the rest of his life warm on a rock in the woods with a little baby lizard family, but he didn’t, he stopped at the gate and seemed to poke his head out to look around.

It was strange behavior for a lizard, something not totally unheard of but slightly uncanny and you couldn’t help but watch. Once the lizard had deemed the hall safe, he ran over to a clearing before you. You offered your hand to him again but quickly pulled it away as the lizard began to glow a brilliant green. The green glow spread to encompass him, turning to a sharp energy. Just as quickly as the lizard had come into your life, he disappeared in a mirage, turning into a rather large dark haired man who quickly clamped his hand over your mouth as you gasped.

“sh, sh, sh, it’s okay I am not here to harm you.” He moved into the light as he spoke in a hushed whisper.

It took a moment for your memory to catch up with you as you stared into his blue eyes. He removed his hand from your mouth slowly.

“Loki?!” You tried to scoot away from him, limited by your chains as you struggled.

“Calm down it’s okay, it’s okay” he held his hands up to show he wasn’t a threat.

Despite his harmless façade, you knew better than to trust him, settling to keep a close eye on him from afar. Loki slowly lowered his hands to the clasp of his cloak, slipping the metal apart to remove the thick material. Lifting it for you to see both sides, he turned it in his grasp, shuffling closer on his knees to settle the cloak around your shoulders. You held eye contact as he fastened the clasp, he wasn’t trustworthy by any means but the warmth of the cloak was far too enticing to not be a little grateful.

”I never wanted this to happen to you, I had no idea they would leave you in such conditions.” He cupped your cheeks, despite your agitation, closing his eyes and muttering as he healed your wounds and bruises.

He sat back with crossed legs, resting his wrists on his knees as he looked you over for any other injuries Walker may have caused.

“If I had predicted he would take his aggression out on you… I can’t apologize enough I am deeply sorry. I do believe he has learned some type of lesson.” Loki vaguely confirmed the origin of Walkers injuries and threats, attempting to make conversation.

”You hexed me.” You whispered.

”I had as much of a choice as you did in the matter” he shook his head.

You scoffed, bringing his attention to you as opposed to the stone he’d been concentrating on. Loki’s eyes looked incredibly distant, almost distraught as they dulled, face paling even further is at all possible with his ghost-like complexion. He couldn’t form the right words, unable to explain.

”I didn’t have a choice.” he whispered, turning his gaze to his left arm.

Loki pulled the laces of his forearm gauntlet, untethering them to remove it and lift his sleeve. He stretched out his fingers and exhaled, exposing his inner forearm to your gaze. The skin at the crease of his elbow appeared to be volcanic rock, pulsing as it feathered out to blend with his tone. Archaic Futhark runes seemingly carved into the stone overlapped into the flesh, glowing a brilliant blue as it pulsed along with the spreading veins.

”I didn’t have a choice.” He emphasized.

”You’re a prisoner too? They praise you as if you’re a God”

“Not in many years. These runes-“ he ran his fingers across the carvings. “They hold me captive, similar to your chains, inhibiting my magic. I am but a puppet. There are moments when the abrir of the runes weaken, allowing me to perform petty tricks for a short amount of time.”

“That’s how you changed forms? Became a lizard?” You questioned, becoming more comfortable as he shared.

“Yes. But I cannot hold it for long, although weakened, the spell has a form of security that is always enabled. When I perform magic or divulge information that is not in favor of the puppeteer, this stone spreads, burning through my veins. It may encapsulate my entire being with time.”

”You’ll become a statue.”

”Indeed.” He nods, pulling his sleeve back down but neglecting to replace the guard.

“Why? Why choose you and not someone like Wanda? Or any of the other sorcerers in the city?”

”I’m afraid my story is far too complicated to answer such a simple question. I am not a sorcerer, they didn’t need one. They wouldn't be able to help.” he paused.

”I cannot free you, I’m sorry. But I can ease your strife in these conditions. With time you may earn better accommodations, some leniency with the council.”

The heavy creak of the prison’s doors sounded, torchlight flashing against the walls in the distance as footsteps approach, accompanied by muffled voices.

”Leniency? Loki, they will drain me dry here, I cannot survive with leniency!” You whispered harshly.

”You have to.” he whispered back, reverting to his reptilian form and taking his leave as the men in the hall neared the cell door.

Leaving you with a thousand questions and a dark shadow to settle within.

[blu-joons]

DAD NCT A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Yuta Nakamoto

A ⇴ AFFECTION

He was cuddly before your pregnancy, but during Yuta will not be able to get enough of you. He loves to hold you close and remind you how amazing you look, especially when you’re feeling a little insecure about the way that your body is changing.

B ⇴ BUMP

Yuta knows that your bump is something you fret about a lot, so he’ll always try his hardest to make you feel as confident as you can with it. His hands would often be around it whilst he whispers into your ear to try and make you feel better about yourself and realise what an incredible thing your body is growing as you continue to grow your child inside of your bump.

C ⇴ CRAVINGS

You’d often try and sneak into the kitchen when Yuta wasn’t paying attention when you were craving something. He’d often wake up and see the other side of the bed empty, knowing exactly where you were. When he turned the kitchen light on, he’d always let go of a laugh as he usually found you tucking into a tub of ice cream on the floor besides the freezer.

D ⇴ DUE DATE

His main priority as your due date neared was making sure that you felt no pressure at all. Yuta knew that your due date was an estimate, but your labour could begin before or after it too, and so he’d try not to focus too much on the day himself. Instead, he’d keep himself much more alert a few days before, and if needed, a few days after too so that he was right there with you whenever the time came, and nice and composed too.

E ⇴ EMOTIONS

Throughout your pregnancy, Yuta was sure that he’d experienced just about every emotion that was possible. Some days his smile would be wide with excitement, other times he’d be a bit more concerned and worried about was to come. He never really knew how he was feeling for most of your pregnancy, it all felt like a slightly surreal dream for him most of the time, struggling to believe that it was actually happening.

F ⇴ FAMILY

Being away from home, the two of you were very much in the journey together and relying on one another throughout all of the ups and downs. The two of you had many emotional nights when things began to feel like they were getting too much, knowing that you didn’t have your family down the road or in the city like many other couples did, and most of all the support that you knew many other couples were so grateful for.

G ⇴ GENDER

There was no way Yuta could get to the end of your pregnancy without knowing what you were having. He was far too excited to know, and also keen to plan a theme for your nursery, and your baby shower too. When you found out you were having a girl, ideas swirled around his head immediately for things that you could do.

H ⇴ HEARTBEAT

You ended up receiving a gift from Johnny that would allow you to hear the beat of your baby’s heart in an instant, which Yuta ended up using most days. He’d appear most evenings with the equipment in hand and a wide smile on his face, silently letting you know what he wanted to do whilst you relaxed.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

During those tougher times when you were struggling, you both made sure to remind each other that you loved one another. Perhaps it was the heightened emotions that you both were feeling, but you always made sure to remind one another that you were in this together and totally supporting each other too.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

You both often got jealous of other couples that you met at classes and appointments who bragged about having their families around. Although you both understood that it was the direction that life had taken you in, you still often had to smile through the pain of listening to other’s stories and pretend to be excited for them, when really all the two of you wanted was to be able to experience those kinds of moments for yourselves.

K ⇴ KICKS

Any time Yuta felt your baby kick at night, he would wake up instantly. His eyes would immediately flicker to you, usually ending up relieved to see that you were still asleep, but if you were wide awake, then he’d lay up with you and feel the kicks against your stomach until they stopped, and you were able to sleep again.

L ⇴ LABOUR

You were terrified of labour, and so Yuta decided to organise the best surprise that he could for you to make you feel more at ease. He managed to get your parents to fly across so that they could be in Seoul for when your baby arrived, and most importantly, you could have your mum with you to ease your nerves as only a mum could before your labour, and during too, with Yuta supporting you at your other side as well.

M ⇴ MORNING SICKNESS

More than anything Yuta wished that he could switch positions with you whenever you were sick. He knew just how much you hated such things, and how horrible you felt whilst you were being sick too. Whilst he would always try and comfort you the best that he could, it always still left you feeling pretty gross after.

N ⇴ NURSERY

Yuta took complete control when it came to your nursery, he didn’t let you take a look at it at all until it was done and he was completely satisfied with what he had done and the beautiful theme he’d created too.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He was obsessed with your figure, even if you didn’t feel as confident in your own skin anymore, Yuta loved to see how your body changed and made sure to appreciate everything that it did every single day.

P ⇴ POST BIRTH

The day after your labour Yuta’s family arrived too, finally creating the network you’d both dreamt of. The two of you were very much in a bubble with those around you for the first few days and having your baby with you too was the icing on top of the cake in completing everything that you’d wanted for nine months.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Knowing that the two of you were going through this all alone, a lot of staff at the company would often message and see if there was anything that they could do for the two of you or offer time off to Yuta if he felt that he needed to be at home with you.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Yuta loved to give little updates to the fans on fan cafes and let them know how you were getting on. He loved to mess around with them too, giving them the chance to guess the gender or try and predict what name the two of you would come up with, often taking a little inspiration from the suggestions that came in too.

S ⇴ SCANS

Your appointments were usually the time when you’d see Yuta at his most emotional. No matter how many times he got to see your baby on the sonograph, it would still make his eyes watery and his smile wide. You’d often be beside him, reminding him that there were tissues in your bag if he felt like he needed to use them.

T ⇴ TEST

It was Yuta who came home with a test one day when you’d been complaining about feeling under the weather for a few days. At the time it was just precaution, with neither of you thinking that it would actually come out as positive.

U ⇴ ULTRASOUND

Yuta always made sure he was with you for every appointment, the company were incredibly accommodating in giving him all of the time that he needed.

V ⇴ VISITS

Your parents both stayed with you at home when they arrived in Seoul, and so they became your permanent visitors. They were constantly there helping with whatever was needed whilst also making sure to dote on your little one.

W ⇴ WAITING

There were definitely moments in your pregnancy when Yuta would barely be able to contain himself, keen for your baby to arrive as soon as possible.

X ⇴ XXXX

When you were feeling a little insecure, Yuta would always try and reassure you with a fluttering of kisses around your baby bump to remind you how amazing your body was and how amazing he thought your bump looked too.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were Yuta’s teammate, the two of you were very much on the journey together.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Yuta couldn’t remember the last time he got a full night’s sleep whilst you were pregnant, he was often more awake than you were, stirring at even the slightest of movements out of fear that something might not be right.

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Masterlist

[soldmysoultootomeboys]

Obey Me Brothers Wedding HCS

Just some wedding headcanons for the boys bcuz i’m soft for them, Gn MC

Thinks about marrying Asmo => 😡💕💕

Lucifer

I can not stress how much this man would be a bridezilla

He’s probably the MOST high maintenance demon when it comes to this, even over Asmo

He gets so stressed over it too and when he's stressed he gets extremely snippy

It takes you knocking a little sense into him to get him back on track

He just wants your day to be perfect and with his brothers causing trouble it's hard to really focus on choosing a tablecloth

He won’t be any nicer to his brothers but he will try to avoid causing fights at this time simply because it's really important to him that ALL of his family is there. 

The night after proposing you find a beautiful envelope on white paper with gold trim in your room you realize it's a congratulation note from the celestial realm, presumably from the big man upstairs, it's still a heartstopping realization when you realize who your father in law technically is

Are you committing a sin marrying a fallen angel? Do you care?

It’s easier to ignore it than do anything else, although you do appreciate them registering for the coffee maker you had on your registry. You needed that. Mammon broke the last one.

Kindly begs asks you NOT to do anything crazy in the week leading up to it

Please MC his heart he's about to explode from stress please don't add to it, just for one week

Diavolo plans his bachelor party at the Fall with Barbatos. Invites you along and you have to explain how bachelor parties work

If it’s up to him the wedding will be all black with red accents eDgY mUcH?

At the altar he kisses you twice, first to show everyone that your his, the second time is just for you two, he hides you away from sight curling his black wings around you and holding you as close as he can bear

In the end it's a very happy celebration filled with good food, family, and friends

When you cut the cake feel free to smash a little bit in his face, this is your only chance, he'll be in too much of a good mood to retaliate...much

Mammon

Luxury luxury luxury

He wants solid gold altars, diamond encrusted bouquets, jewels imported from every corner of the world

He has so many plans (as well as a ridiculously long wedding registry)

But the moment you say you want anything he abandons them 

Whatever you want he wants, but if you wanted some diamonds too that would be great

He absolutely would be down for a wedding bouncy castle

He gets you the biggest diamond ring ever that he buys with his own money from a lot of shifts at Hell's kitchen and modelling gigs

He totally believes in the tradition of not seeing you until your wedding day but he also forgets so he walks in and as soon as he realizes you're getting ready he shuts his eyes and tries to run out. He'll only talk to you from behind the door. 

When he sees you walking down the aisle he falls in love all over again. And he feels like that a hundred different moments. It doesn't matter what you're doing, playing with your veil, wiping cake off the corner of your mouth, yawning, he loves you and loves that you’re his.

He could get married to you in a ditch and still be the happiest man in the world.

He's an absolute goofball and is smiling the entire time

The couple that during their wedding night end up jumping on the bed and having pillow fights while play wrestling

Levi

You really want to marry a gross otaku like him??? Why??

Not that he's complaining! He just doesn't get it. His brothers are so cool and Asmo is so much prettier than him and he doesn't have anything to offer.

It takes a lot of reassuring to convince that this is what you want to do

You two have this same conversation about a million times before the wedding. He just doesn't get why you actually like him. Once it finally sets in that this really is happening and it's not just some big joke he gets really into it and definitely puffs up around his brothers to show off

His first thought is a cosplay wedding and he'll beg for it to be Ruri-chan themed

Good luck getting Lucifer or any of his brothers to agree to dressing up, as funny as it may be

If you shoot that down it's pretty easy to convince him to do something else since mostly he's just excited to be with you

He still has a little Ruri pin on his suit collar and cufflinks

When you walk down the aisle he feels like he’s going to faint from nerves and when it’s time for vows he pulls out a huge list of all the reasons he loves you and why your his Henry, although about half of it compares things you’ve done to things in TSL

He only makes it through a quarter of the way before he gets embarrassed

When he lifts your veil he panics because your so pretty and he can’t handle it

You have to initiate the kiss and when you do he turns as red as a tomato

He tries to play it off but keep a strong arm around his waist unless he really does decide to pass out

He cools down once you guys are at the reception and gets especially excited the little custom made toppers of you two in cartoon form

Satan

He's a bridezilla but in the lightest sense of the word

He won't get upset over mix ups or even really wedding stuff like Asmo or Lucifer but his temper will be extremely fine during this time, especially when it comes to his brothers.

Throws an entire table through the window when Lucifer asks him if he knew where Mammon was

It’s a lot of stress to create the perfect wedding and he buries his nose in different books that can help him

He’s a bit of a perfectionist

The most classic and elegant wedding ever and he’d want to be involved in every step of the way

Very interested in your opinion and if it compares to human weddings

He flushes with pride whenever you compliment something he picked out

Includes casual literary references in his wedding but only so people who really know will realize

Wears a navy suit 

Asmo

Also a bridezilla and a petty one at that

There will be drama, there will be tears, there will be a part where he cries off his mascara because Andrealphus of the damned brought the white bouquets and he wanted the PINK ones. This is HIS day why is she trying to ruin it.

It’s a lot of work trying to keep the damage to a minimal

Part of the reason he gets so upset is because this is your day too and he wants it to be perfect. 

Prepare for a million dress rehearsals.

He wants to help pick out your outfit and makeup! But he also doesn't want to break human tradition...But he wants to help pick out your outfit and makeup so bad!!

If he manages to restrain himself he picks out the makeup artist and the stylizer because he knows what makeup you like and what looks best on your skin.

Most likely tho he'll want to see anyways and bugs you to let him in

You compromise by going shopping with him as he tries on a million dresses and suits

MC the suit on the right or the one on the left?

They both look exactly the same.

"...Left love." "That's exactly what I was thinking. I knew I could trust you to pick out the right answer!"

Even though he's very good at fashion your opinion matters a lot to him. Sure he could make himself look perfect but he wants to look perfect for YOU. He wants to be your version of perfect and if that means he picks the high cut dress instead of the low cut which flatters his waist better then he'll do it. For you.

He's the type to want to have all the spotlight on him so if you're walking down the aisle he's going to do it too! He does it first. HE says for the attention. In reality he wants to be able to see you the moment you step out the doors and down that hall.

Looks super perfect as he waits for you at the aisle but the moment you get married he starts ugly crying. He throws his veil back on so no one can see it but you just lift it up and kiss away his tears.

Even though it's a lot of work it's worth it to be with the demon you love...but if you shove cake in his face he'll seriously kill you, MC do you know how long this took?!!!!! :'(

Beel

He’s more than happy to do whatever you want

Whatever vision you have he's willing to make happen

He does his best but feels a little useless since keeps having to break for snacks

Wonders why you’d want to be with him when all he ever does it eat but he tries not to bring it up in case it would upset you

He honestly does have a lot of fun planning with you and his favorite part was when you got to taste test different cakes because he got to impress you by explaining all the little differences between each one

He ends up being in charge of everything food related and it helps him feel a bit better

Barbatos ends up cooking the dishes 

During the rehearsal he falls in love with you all over again and doesn’t want to let you go the entire time

He gets especially nervous during the month of the wedding

He starts stress eating, going through even more food than normal, but then he gets worried about fitting into his suit and starts working out even more than normal, which makes him hungry again. It’s a terrible cycle

Belphie manages to break him out of it by reminding Beel that you love him more than anyone else

Even though its his wedding he starts setting up just to get out some of his nervous tension until the others shoo him back inside

A huge 20 layer cake each tier a different flavor

He has his own personal cake that's even bigger than the other cake but he’s more than willing to share with you

You two do the cute bit where you smash cake in each others faces

Beel still eats it tho

As much as he loves his family he's so happy to be able to steal you away at the end

Belphie

Planning a wedding is sooo much work

He lets you choose whatever you want as long as you let him sleep

if it was up to him he'd want a small informal celebration with his family but if you want something bigger than he guesses it's fine. As long as he doesn't have to talk to anyone like Diavolo 

He uninvites Lucifer like three times, each time using extremely formal paper with beautiful cursive that must have taken hours. When Lucifer confronts him Belphie just says that it’s too late because he already gave away his seat. 

He only brings him back when you make him

He sleeps more than usual in the weeks leading up to the wedding. You think it’s because of the stress but in actuality he’s trying to save up his sleep so he’s more awake for the ceremony

As much as he may act like he doesn’t care, he really does want to marry you and it makes him happy to think that you’re going to be all his

Beel is obviously his best man and while Belphie waits for you to come down the aisle he leans against him to take a small nap. Or that's what he had planned. The moment the music starts he perks up and finds himself unable to even close his eyes, too fixated on the doors about to open. 

Feeds you the first bite of cake and then just...doesn't stop

He’s so in love with you all he can do is stare

Gives his slice of cake to Beel he'd much rather pay attention to you than eat

However he does smash a little in your face but it’s out of love <3

[beigehearts]

The adult trio getting embarrassed- drabbles I was wondering what would make them embarrassed and I was gonna make hcs but I thought that it would be more immersive and make more sense if it was a story . Also I feel like only verbal affection and emotional affection could affect illumi and hisoka so they have fluff stories but since Chrollo is somewhat more stable- verbal and emotional affirmation doesn't get him embarrassed so his is a bit nsfw fem!reader

Illumi (fluff)

He's been gone for weeks, leaving his girlfriend behind at their quiet and lonely apartment. Illumi doesn't live with you- he lives in an absolute mansion so why would he? But he spends a lot of time with you, in your apartment. Some nights after a long day at work, you'll come home and he will be sleeping in your bed or staring out the window, waiting for you.

Though you haven't had those fun surprises lately, he's taken on a big mission and you've learned you'd rather not know what it is he doing so you don't ask. It's getting quite lonely and your job as a secretary hasn't been letting up. Your boss just got a big contract so work has been hectic.

You push the door closed behind you with your foot, dropping your bag at the door and groaning. What a day, your fingers hurt after typing non stop today. There's no time to make dinner, there's no time to get dressed in pajamas, there's no time when you have the dire need to sleep. As you walk towards the bedroom, you kick off your shoes, shed your shirt and skirt. Once you reach the bedroom you see the line of clothes leading to you, but you don't really care at the moment. You throw the pins from your hair into the darkness of the room.

That beautiful bed is only steps away, the oasis from the desert you've been navigating all day. You crawl into the bed, eyes closing before you even get under the covers, but once you are you wonder if heaven is real and if it's your bed. Your eyes shut with a mind of their own, and only seconds later you're dragged into the dark depths of your mind.

It must have been hours, it's still dark out so not too long though. You force your eyes open as if there are weights holding them down. You immediately recognize the unusual warmth around you and a smile pulls at your lips.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming home today?" You ask sleepily.

He kisses your forehead, "I didn't think about it."

You nuzzle your face into his chest, and he holds you closer. "You know, I missed you. A lot." You try to dig further into his chest but you're as close as you can be to him. "I was worried, you didn't message me the whole time you were gone. Do you know how lonely I was?"

His brows furrow though you can't see it. "You were lonely?"

You nod, "It felt like part of me was missing. I was worried I would be left empty forever. You said it would be a week and it's been eight." A sigh escapes you, "It's hard to not be around the person you love most Illumi."

It goes silent, and you look up at his face to see if he has anything to say. His face is flushed, you can even see it in the dark. It's such a contrast to his pale skin. He always acts weird when you say you love him or imply it.

Your small smile grows into a large grin, "I'll wait for you to say you love me back."

Hisoka (fluff, slightly sexual)

Classes have been difficult, you failed your big test and you practically got on your knees and begged your professor to let you retake it. You already know you're in for a long night of studying. Which means you're also in a night for a moody boyfriend. You will have to make it up to him later though, this test is too important for you to be worried about anything else.

On the way home your friend asks you to come over to help her with some problem with her laptop. You went and helped even though you really already should've been home. Your old beat up car scrapes through the coffee shop drive through at 5 pm, and you grab yourself a super caffeinated coffee to help you through the night.

The house is quiet when you get home, which is perfect, that way you'd have a little while to study without a whiny boyfriend. An hour or so later, you're sitting cross legged on your chair, leaning forward and highlighting things in your book. One leg bounces with the energy of caffeine, though half of you is ready to pass out.

The front door creaks open but you pay it no mind. You're beginning to connect ideas to one another and you can't let anything stop you. The clicking steps towards your chair are nothing but background noise at the moment. Long, muscular arms wrap around you from behind. "Pet, I had a long day, come lay with me." He whines in your ear.

You don't say anything, the squeaking of your highlighter against the paper says enough.

"I can give you a massage, I'm sure you need it." His hands roam your form but you continue doing what you need to.

While still highlighting and writing things down on a piece of a paper, you say, "Tomorrow night, I'm really busy Hisoka. I need to pass this retake tomorrow. It's important."

Obviously that isn't a good enough answer when he grabs you by your hair and pulls your head back. You know he isn't being mean, he knows you like your hair pulled and hopes it gets your attention. Obviously it does but you don't show it.

"Oh come on baby, just lay down with me for a little bit."

You pull your head forward even though he still has a tight grip on your hair. His lips wander your neck, sucking at random spots on your skin, leaving blossoming red marks.

You stand up abruptly and drag Hisoka to the couch. You push him on it and straddle him. You sigh and lean towards his face, "Hisoka Morrow- I am trying to do work."

He grins and his hands travel down your back until they end up holding your ass, and bringing you closer to him. He begins grinding up into you, and he holds down your hips. You try your best not to react and you end up groaning and grabbing his face in both hands. He pauses when you bring his face close to yours, sharing the same breath.

"Hisoka Morrow." You say in a commanding voice. "Do you know how much you mean to me? I think of you every moment and it's hard to think about anything else. The restraint it takes to not hold on to you every time I see you is immense. Can't you understand that you're controlling my every single waking moment? I will love you forever and forever is a long time so give me one night of our forever for me to study."

His eyes widen, and his lips are parted slightly in awe. And for the first time ever, you've seen him look vulnerable, a blush of his you've never seen before. Sex was one thing but all of this emotion and promise at once is so overwhelming. Butterflies flutter in your stomach and he speaks up.

"I suppose once night is okay if it's part of our forever."

Chrollo (sexual, nudity) 

It’s been a lonely few days, and Chrollo’s birthday is coming up. He has been really busy with what he calls work, and you’ve been sitting at home, working remotely since you wanted to watch over the house. You never know when you’re dating the leader of the phantom troupe, someone might try to rob you or worse.

For your lover’s birthday you want to do something special, something that’ll make him really happy. It’s hard with Chrollo because he can have anything he wants in the world, so what do you get him? He’s always appreciative of anything you give him and is very sentimental- but you always feel inadequate. What’ll make him happy that he can’t just go steal?

Two hours until he gets home. You have the cake on the table that you decorated to the best of your abilities. (He always says he prefers home cooked/baked goods to bought ones.) The entire house is lit up with nothing but candles. Each of the candles being his favorite scent, Beachwood. He always talks about how you guys need to go on a trip to the beach, and is a sucker for anything ‘beach’ scented. Chrollo is such a romantic as if it weren’t obvious so you laid out rose petals on the dining room table and around it. 

It’s already dark and kind of hard to see, but you settle yourself down on the table, sitting next to the cake. You try to find different poses you think you would look good in until you hear the jiggle of door knob. A dose of panic shoots through you. Is this too much? Is he even going to like it? What if he’s grossed out? 

The door opens and a tired Chrollo enters, closing his eyes and sighing, “What a long day.” He sniffs the air, “It smells good in here y/-” He’s cut off at the sight of you.

A beautiful figure resting on the dining room table, covered by nothing but red lingerie panties and stockings, your bare breasts exposed. His mouth is agape just from looking at you, he shuts the door behind him with his foot. He kicks his shoes off and shrugs off his jacket, leaving it on the floor as he stumbles towards you. 

He places himself between your legs and pulls you closer to him on the table. “What’s the occasion?” He asks oblivously.

You chuckle and run a hand through his slicked hair, “It’s your birthday darling.” You can barely make it out but his pale cheeks become slightly rosy in the dim light. “So are you going to stand there or what?” You ask sarcastically.

He wraps your legs around his waist and picks you up, not missing his chance to hold your ass as he carries you. Your lips meet his feverishly, and desperately, you part only to ask, “Do you like your present?”

He lays you gently on the bed with a flushed face and devious smile, “It’s perfect darling.” 

[cloudywithachanceofanime]

Brothers React To MC Grabbing Their Butt: Luci, Mammon, Levi

I’ve had to write this 2 times now. If Tumblr deletes this post, I will be fighting someone. 

TW: Drunk character, use of phrase KMS

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Lucifer

You just left your room to go down to the kitchen for some quick snack when you bumped into Lucifer. He gave you a nod which you return with a simple wave.

You were about to continue walking when a something white on the back of Lucifer’s coat. You glanced at it and saw it was a sheet of paper. “Lucifer has a flat ass  -Mammon”.

That was not Mammon’s handwriting. You recognized it as Levi’s since he always left notes in the manga you borrowed. He must be trying to get revenge on him. 

But, will you let your first man get hung up. He did buy you your favorite treat yesterday, even if he denied it. 

Turning around, you tiptoed behind Lucifer while you gained distanced on him. Your hand reached out towards the paper. 

“MC, why are you-”

Why was a slice of Lucifer’s cake in your hand? You froze up as you realized the situation you were in. 

You just groped one of the strongest demons in hell. Dear Diavolo, please make sure my funeral is fun. 

“MC?” You didn’t have the strength in you to look into Lucifer’s face. You weren’t ready to face death. No matter how thick he was.

“MC.” You knew that tone. He was getting angry. You should really let of his cheek, but you so overcome with fear that you can’t move. 

A blink of an eye. That’s all it took for you to have you back against the wall with Lucifer’s arm trapping you. Heat seems to be radiating off of him in thick rolls.

“MC, look at me,” he growled out. Your eyes briefly flickered up before dropping down once you saw that fire in his eye. 

A gloved hand traveled from the base of your neck up to your chin where it gripped it tightly before tilting your head up. You were met with the sight of Lucifer’s smirking with his red eyes slanted in mischievous.

“Looks like someone’s being disobedient. I want you in my room by the time I return to it. You better be ready to be punish.”

With that, he let go of your chin and walked away. The sign balled in your fist seem to go unnoticed by him. 

“Got in trouble for this dang lie,” you growled out, throwing the paper in the wastebin. Even if you tried to act disgruntled about what happen, the butterflies in your stomach on what was about to happen told a completely different story. 

Mammon

It was a complete accident. Mammon was out most of the night drinking and stumbled into your room about 3 am asking you to hide him.

You got out of bed and helped him sit down on it. His clothes were strewed haphazardly on him. Guess someone had a good time. 

“MC, MC, MC, MC,” he whined while kicking his feet around. He was making so much noise that it would be so easy for Lucifer to know he was here. 

“What?” You asked in a quiet voice. He stopped calling your name and instead held his arms out and made grabby motions towards you. 

“You haven’t talked to me in foreverrrrrrrrr.” You literally talked to him at school. He’s the one who’s been gone most of the night. 

You made your way over to stare at him. His brown skin had a heavier red tint underneath it with his bluish yellow eyes glazed over. He really got wasted tonight. 

Mammon lean up a little and wrapped his arms around you. Yanking you down the bed next to him, he cuddled into you. “Wvndoisnvf”

“What?” you asked, leaning away from him. He made a low groan in the base of his throat before pulling you down into him. 

“Warm. You’re warm... but I’m hot... too much clothes,” he slurred. You navigated your head so you could get a view of him. He was staring at the wall behind.Then like a light bulb going off, his eyes widen. “I can- I can teleport to my room. And change... Be right back.”

He unwrapped his arms from around you and started rolling off the bed. The dumb idiot.

Shooting up, you grabbed whatever you could get your hands on. Which was his upper back.... and an entire handful of his butt.

“Mammon, you can’t teleport,” you growled out. You pulled at him to try to get him to get more into the bed. He was literally on the edge of the bed, tilting. If he fell on the floor, it would definitely make enough noise to wake up Lucifer. 

“Mmm, harder,” he grumbled. Remember, MC, he’s drunk He doesn’t know what he’s saying. 

“Mammon, if you don’t get in the bed, I won’t cuddle you,” you threaten. He let out a small whine, but he scooted into the bed. Relief filled you as you released your grip on him. Now, you can go to sleep. 

Mammon’s arms found their way around you and pulled you down again. You didn’t fight against him or the warmth he provided. 

“Wait,” he mumbled. His hand wrapped around yours and pulled at it. You allowed him to move it lower. He placed it on top of his butt and released your hand. 

You were too tired to question him. So you fell asleep with one arm wrapped around him and the other on top of his butt. 

Leviathan

“Hey, Levi, I was wondering if I could-” 

Your words died in your throat as you stared at the scene in front of you. You knew you should’ve knocked, but you didn’t think it was a big deal. Boy were you wrong. 

In the middle of his room, in a pink and white maid costume was Levi. His hands were froze in the midst of pulling up some tight pink stockings. 

“I can- um- Are you busy?”You didn’t know where to look at him. You tried to look at his face, but the pink eyeliner was causing you to stare. His neck was a no go with the bell choker on it. 

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” You jumped at the ear piercing screaming coming out of him. His face was the deepest shade of red you have ever seen it get. 

“Levi?” a voice downstairs called out. Followed by the sound of footsteps. 

“Sorry, scared him. Everything’s fine,” you yelled out. Yet the footsteps kept coming. In a fit of panic, you entered the room and shut the door. You were quick to lock the door behind you.

“OMG OMG OMG OMG KMS KMS I’m such a disgusting otaku,” he cried sinking to the floor. His hands covered his face as he started crying. 

“No, Levi, sweetie. You look amazing,” You comforted walking over. He let out a small sniffle, but seem to be slowing on crying. “Is that the limited edition Ruri- chan maid outfit you were telling me about last time?”

His head lifted up with a giant smile on his face. His nose was a little red from crying, but it blended in with the blush on his cheeks. 

“You- you remembered,” he croaked out while wiping the tears. He pulled his legs together and rested his chin on it, allowing you to see his entire beautiful face. “I got it in the mail today. And I was just going to put it on the mannequin and take some pictures. But-”

He trailed off for a little as the blush returned again. He let out a groan. His head dropped in embarrassment. “I can’t believe I forgot to lock the door. You probably think I’m some gross otaku who like to dress up in maid costumes all the time.”

“I mean, you look hot while doing it, so I don’t see a problem with it,” you admitted, glancing at his figure. He was a little muscular, but his shape seem to accentuate the outfit in the best ways. 

“Hey, is everything okay in there?” Lucifer’s voice rang through the door. You glanced at Levi to see his face still red and his pink gloved hand gripping the sides of the costume. 

“I locked the door. Don’t worry, he can’t come in,” you whispered. Trying to comfort him some more, you ran your fingers through his hair. 

“Y-yeah, I’m okay. MC scared me while.. I was playing a game. Sorry for screaming,” Levi mustered out. Lucifer let out a long sigh before his footsteps disappeared. 

You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Levi visabily relaxed too. 

“Sorry for bargaining in. I was trying to asking to borrow a new manga,” you explained. Levi let out a cough as he stood up. Your head lifted up as he grew in height. 

“Sorry for showing you this gross side to me,” he grumbled, pulling the bottom of the skirt down. Guess it wasn’t made wit hhis long legs in mind. It showed so much legs. Not that you were complaining. 

“You’re just cosplaying, nothing wrong with it. Plus as I mentioned earlier, you look hot af in the maid outfit. I mean damn,” you growled the last word. A dark red blush exploded over his face as a low whimper slipped out of him. 

“Well, if you like it. Would you mind-um- roleplaying a little.” 

You took a step forward and wrapped your arms his waist. You looked up at him with a innocent smile, but in each hand was a butt cheek. “Serve your master, Levi.”

I apologize for stopping here, but Tumblr just didn’t seem to like this curse post and I’m so tired that I can’t force myself to write the other brothers only to delete it again. I do plan on doing the other 4 brothers.

[dinamitae]

i'm yours | ksj

part of the life goes on series

pairing: seokjin x f. reader genre: modern/quarantine!au, established relationship!au, fluff, slice of life word count: 2.5k+ girl what happened to drabbles??! rating: pg15 warnings: set during quarantine, talk of the pandemic, mentions of sex, suggestive comments, a gross amount of affection, literal tooth-rotting fluff summary: this is the second birthday you’re celebrating in quarantine and your boyfriend, seokjin, vows to make it even more memorable than the last.

a/n: uhh surprise!!! i planned to have jungkook's out next but i somewhat spontaneously got inspiration for this one and ended up cranking it out in about a week. but tbh this was so fun to write and i hope it shows :))

one more thing - this is the ring i used for reference ;) happy reading!

The lingering warmth of your boyfriend beside you slowly dissipating is what wakes you up this morning.

Previously beside you, actually, and you’re only about half awake at the moment. You’re vaguely aware of the comforter being pulled back, the chilly morning air tickling a sliver of your now-exposed back. You roll fully onto your stomach and fold your arms above your head as you listen to the soft rustling of fabric, your boyfriend quietly getting dressed. “What time is it?”

Seokjin chuckles, voice deep and still a little rough with sleep, and ignores your inquiry. Instead, he puts one knee on the bed so he can lay his head right by yours, nose centimeters from brushing your own. “Good morning, birthday girl.”

“Morning,” you rasp, eyes still closed. “What time is it?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he mumbles softly, tilting his head up to kiss your nose (you scrunch it almost reflexively, and he chuckles again). “Go back to sleep, angel.”

You pout at that. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Yeah, I need to...run an errand.” You manage to pry one eyelid open to glare at him suspiciously. “Since when do you run errands?”

“Okay, your first birthday gift from me is that I’m not going to retaliate to that. I’ll be back in a bit.” The one eye you have open rolls ever-so-slightly at his wit before fluttering shut.

“Whatever,” you playfully sigh, reveling in the way his soft lips feel on your forehead. Completely oblivious to the adoring expression that your boyfriend wears, the last thing you hear is his receding footsteps before sleep overtakes you once more.

You wake up again about an hour later to the aroma of coffee wafting into your bedroom.

After slipping one of Seokjin’s big t-shirts and a fresh pair of panties on, you pad into your bathroom to brush your teeth, blankly staring at yourself in the mirror and watching the minty foam collect around the corners of your mouth. You’re turning 25 today. This is the second birthday you’re celebrating in quarantine, which at this point just feels...normal. You remember how sad you felt during your 24th birthday, how uncertain you felt about the state of the world around you. It almost felt wrong to celebrate anything, even your birthday, while there were people out there dying. Luckily, Seokjin was there to very level-headedly remind you that the same can be said for just about any point in time, and that you deserved to celebrate your birthday regardless of the circumstances. And so, albeit a little reluctantly, you did.

Honestly, being with Seokjin has been your saving grace during quarantine. The two of you had only recently started living together when everything shut down, and you’re both fairly busy (you recently started your last semester of law school, Seokjin is the co-editor in chief at a local newspaper), independent people— needless to say, there was definitely some trial and error when you first had to work from home. But you eventually fell into a nice rhythm that suited both of your work and solitude needs, and for that you are so, so thankful.

You finish the rest of your morning routine before heading downstairs, where you’re greeted by a box of pastries, two cups of coffee, and your boyfriend leaning his hip against the counter. He looks up from his phone with a smile when he hears you approach. “Good morning...again.”

“An errand, huh?” You eye the baby pink and white stripes lining the box on the counter, indicating that they’re from your favorite local bakery. You raise an accusatory eyebrow at Seokjin and mirror his stance.

“Yup,” he gives you a tender kiss on the lips. “Only for you. Happy birthday, babe.”

You smile and thank him softly, standing on your tippy toes to peck him on the lips again before grabbing an apple turnover. Seokjin takes that as an opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder. You sink your teeth into the pastry that’s still warm on your tongue, then you blindly try to offer your boyfriend a bite. Giggles escape both of your lips when you miss entirely and some jelly ends up on his cheek— you dutifully turn your head to kiss it off of his face before actually putting the treat in his mouth.

“As much as I love my apple turnovers,” you loll your head to the side so your face is half buried in the crook of his neck, “I’m a little disappointed that morning head wasn’t my first present.”

You feel just as much as you hear his rumbling laugh behind you. “Don’t worry,” he plants a kiss on the side of your head with a smirk, “I’m saving that for later.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

So far, the day has consisted mostly of responding to a gracious amount of birthday text messages, phone calls, and even a few brief but heart-warming facetimes. At around noon, you and Seokjin pick up some fried chicken takeout for lunch, talking and laughing and eating in the safety of his car, before making a brief trip to the grocery store to get some ingredients for dinner along with a small birthday cake.

Evening rolls around, and Seokjin’s stomach grumbles impatiently while you’re cuddling on the couch— with a laugh you take that as a sign to start making dinner. As you’re opening a can of tomatoes for the vodka sauce you both love, your boyfriend puts on some music— more specifically, the playlist he curated for your birthday last year. You cook in comfortable silence alongside each other, save for the occasional “‘scuse me” when you maneuver around one another and the sound of your voices softly singing along to the lyrics. You’re just about to turn the heat down under the sauce so it doesn’t burn while the penne finishes boiling when one of your favorite sappy songs, Sunday Morning by Maroon 5, comes on shuffle.

“Awe, ‘cmere,” Seokjin coos and gently tugs you into his arms with the hand closest to him, holding it right above his heart while his other arm wraps around your torso. You snake your free arm over his broad shoulders and rest your cheek on the other side of his chest. The two of you resume your comfortable silence, basking in each other’s presence as you sway to the jazzy tune.

Sometimes you can’t believe that this is your life. Slow dancing in the kitchen with the love of your life was something you honestly thought was an exaggheration— just one of the many ways people romanticize love and all that it entails. Finding someone that understands you like no one else and loves you for all your flaws was something you merely dreamt of, something that seemed so unattainable. But here you are, dancing in the kitchen with the love of your life, feeling understood and loved and cherished in every way imaginable. And it’s all because of Seokjin.

In light of your thoughts, you let out a blissful sigh. “I love you, you know that?”

Your boyfriend peers down at you fondly, taken aback by your seemingly random proclamation. “Gee, after dating for three years I would hope so.”

You smack his shoulder with a tsk despite the warmth creeping onto your cheeks. “Shut up, I’m just feeling...soft. And it’s your fault, by the way.”

“Is it, now?”

“Yeah,” you mumble into his chest, before looking up to meet his eyes. “You just...make me feel so loved— so special, even when it’s not my birthday. And I hope I make you feel the same, because I really do love you, Jinnie. So much.”

Seokjin rubs a soothing hand on your back as he sucks in a breath and gives your hand, still in his, a reassuring squeeze. “Well, I hope you know that you make me feel the same and more, y/n. You make me so happy and I— I fall more and more in love with you everyday.”

You struggle to find the words to describe just how greatly you reciprocate his sentiment, so instead you pull him impossibly closer, your lips meeting in a languid kiss. Seokjin moves to deepen it, his hand gently cupping the side of your face while one of yours slides into his hair, when the timer set for the pasta rings through the air.

You reluctantly pull away, a faint smile on your lips. Seokjin huffs in mock annoyance as you wipe some lip gloss off of his bottom lip. “Sorry, I love you but I love properly cooked pasta more.”

After finishing your delicious homemade meal, you find yourself sitting at your kitchen table once again, your store-bought cake with mismatched candles lit on top sitting in front of you.

(“There are only five in here!” Your boyfriend calls to you from the kitchen, as you’re currently in the bathroom.

You bark out a laugh, unable to contain your amusement. “Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah, leave it to us to forget to buy candles while we’re literally at the store getting a cake.” A pause. “Don’t worry, each candle can count for 5 years!”

“...Fuck off!”)

Seokjin hurries back from the light switch to sit across from you so he can properly sing you a happy birthday before the wax melts onto the cake. You listen intently, mesmerized by your boyfriend’s singing voice that’s just as beautiful as everything else you love about him. When he finishes, your eyes flutter shut, both out of serenity and obligation.

This is the part where you usually pretend to make a wish, but this year you feel like there are some important matters to be wished for. World peace, maybe? The pandemic ending soon would be nice— for everyone but especially for you being able to kick some attorney ass in person and not just on a zoom call. Happiness...is that too basic? Oh, also—

“Yah, are you writing an essay to the birthday fairy in that head of yours?”

You open your eyes to shoot him a glare that’s met with an amused smile from Seokjin. “That hardly makes any sense,” you weakly rebut, though you concede that you did have your eyes closed for longer than probably necessary. You extinguish all five candles in one blow.

While you cut two generous slices of your cake (red velvet with cream cheese frosting, your favorite), Seokjin goes into your bedroom to fetch your gift, flicking the lights back on as he exits. He returns with a small purple gift bag that has white tissue paper peeking out of the top and hands it to you, sitting beside you this time instead of across the table.

You open the card first (like the polite person that you are), which reads “Happy Birthday to my main squeeze” with lemons wearing sunglasses on the front. You’re still giggling at the pun when you unfold it completely, a few slips of card stock falling out as you do so.

“Coupons…?” Your voice trails off as you read the hand-written tickets. “One free chore, one free tickle attack— ooh, a free kiss! I think I’ll cash that one in now,” you wiggle our eyebrows comically at your boyfriend. He lets out a hearty, window wiper-esque laugh before leaning in to give you a peck on the nose, positively endeared.

You bite your lip in excited concentration as you flip through the remaining ones, before releasing it into a fond pout. “Thank you, bubs, these are so cute.” You’re still admiring your boyfriend’s doodles while he takes a deep breath in lieu of a response. “There’s one more thing in there.”

Your eyebrows pinch a bit in confusion at his sudden nervousness, but you don’t question it just yet. You put your hand back into the bag and fish around in the sea tissue paper until your fingers land on a small, velvet box. You freeze, wide eyes immediately flitting to meet your boyfriend’s. “Jin…”

“This is not a proposal I promise,” his words jumble together in his rush to calm your nerves. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in, before pulling the box out of the bag. Opening it up, a small gasp escapes your lips at what lay inside. The ring is delicate in every sense of the word; a thin, gold band holds a total of seven gems, three small diamonds on either side of a stunning, oval-shaped emerald. “O— oh my god, this is beautiful, I’m— Jin, I’m at a loss of words…”

“I’m glad you like it,” he hums, taking another deep breath. “I know we agreed that we don’t want to get married just yet, but I...I also know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Like I said earlier, y/n, you make me so happy— happier than I’ve ever been— and living with you during this stupid pandemic only solidified that.” He looks up to see you already admiring him through teary eyes, the enamored smile painting your features giving him the confidence to say his next sentence. “So this can be your reminder that I promise to marry you one day, and that I’ll do anything in my power to make you just as happy, if not more.”

You sit up a little straighter, caressing his cheek lovingly. “God, you already make me so incredibly happy...and you remind me every day that we’re in this for the long run— all the little things you do for me, every time you’re patient with me, constantly talking about getting a dog,” he lets out a watery chuckle at that. “I love this...so much, don’t get me wrong— but I don’t need a ring to remind me, you know?”

“I know, baby,” he turns to kiss the palm of your hand, “but I’m also tired of fending off guys at the bar. Now you’ll have a pretty little ring on your finger to let ‘em know you’re mine.”

The combination of his words and the playful, yet sincere grin on his lips strikes a chord within you, and not just in your heart; he is yours, and you are his. This isn’t exactly news to you— you’ve had this conversation with him a handful of times before, where you both agreed that you weren’t ready for marriage just yet. And while you were truthful in saying that you don’t need a ring to remind you that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, it’s still one of the most thoughtful gifts you’ve ever received (it also makes you want to jump his bones...and soon).

Despite your racing heart and your thoughts that are far from innocent, you opt for rolling your eyes and inching closer until your faces are mere inches apart. You feel your eyelashes brush his cheeks as you briefly look down at his lips, then back up into his warm, inviting eyes. The same warm, inviting eyes that you’ll happily gaze into for the rest of your life.

“Yeah, I’m yours.”

a/n: if anyone happens to recall, this one was originally titled "a promise" on the series masterlist, but i decided to change it after writing that last bit :,) i hope you enjoyed reading, & feedback/comments are always appreciated!!!! <3

[queenlucythevaliant]

💕✨create the illusion of hanging out with your mutuals tag game✨💕

Tagged by @nothinggold13 and @awfullybigwardrobe44!

are you a morning person?  This is highly context-dependent, I think. Punctuality is important to me, so I’m often up earlier than family members or friends if we have places to be. On vacations I’m all for getting up at 5am to watch the sunrise or read alone on the porch. However, during the normal day-to-day grind, I tend to sleep in as much as possible.

ideal breakfast?  Homemade waffles (soft waffles, NOT Belgian) with real maple syrup, sausage patties, chocolate milk, strawberries.   

favorite warm drink, and how do you take it? I’m all about the seasonal beverages. Hot apple cider with spices in the fall, stovetop hot cocoa in the winter.

sit in the sunshine or the shade?  In the shade. I don’t like to feel like I’m being baked alive.

favorite baked good? Mmm, so many options! Ultimately, though, there are these butterscotch brownies with this dense fudge frosting that my mom makes and brought to like a million church events when I was little. Delicious, rich, chocolatey, and tastes like home.

a song or album that makes you feel at peace?  I do so little album listening these days, I’m going to cheat and list a handful of songs: Tchaikovsky’s “Hymn of the Cherubim,” “On the Street Where You Live” from My Fair Lady, “Gold (A Capella)” from Once, “Moon River” by Audrey Hepburn, “Tundra” by Ola Gjeilo, and any decent version of “Great is Thy Faithfulness.”

take a walk with your friends or read a book next to a friend on the sofa? Walk with a friend. As a rule, reading is better curled up alone and walks are better with company :)

what tasks do you gravitate to when making a meal with others?  It varies. A lot of times I end up stirring or sautéing things on the stove.

a chore that if someone completed it for you you’d love them forever? Cleaning the bathroom. I have a sensitivity to bleach, plus it’s just gross.  

favorite board/card game to play with friends?  Telestrations! Puno (power-Uno, which I’ve also heard called Spicy Uno) and Exploding Kittens are up there too.

what kind of snacks/candy do you want at a movie theater? I really like those little cookie dough bites! 

bar with live music or bar with a pool table?  I’ve hung out at bars exactly twice, once for a trivia night and once for a colleague’s birthday (everyone else got margaritas and I got a lava cake! I was past drinking age, I just wanted lava cake). That said, music and dancing sounds like fun :)

go-to wine/cider/beer/cocktail?  I’m slowly trying to cultivate a palate for wine at social gatherings, but so far unsuccessful. I do enjoy a little Godiva chocolate liqueur in my hot cocoa sometimes, though!

go-to bar food?  Chili-cheese fries, as long as the cheese is shredded and not that gross liquid stuff. Otherwise, just chili fries.

are you tending the fire, looking at the stars, or singing campfire/folk songs?  All of the above? I’m not really sure how to answer this one. I adore all of those things. Actually, one of my hallmarks among both family and friends is that I can roast the perfect marshmallow!

a favorite Scripture verse or prayer?  “The LORD is my chosen portion and my cup; you hold my lot. The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places. Truly, I have a beautiful inheritance.” From Psalm 16.

are you the person begging to go to just one more bar/sing one more song, the person staying up late talking about love and the universe, or the person who fell asleep hours before anyone else? With family and really close friends, stay up late talking all the way! With people I know less well, I’m usually one of the first asleep. I’m trying to break myself of that habit, though!

No pressure tags: @laurelin-of-valinor @holbytlanna @raspberryzingaaa @accidental-spice @saxifrage-wreath @citrussunrises and anyone else who's interested or that I missed!