#But I wanted to try and improve it (and he had also asked for coloured terrain to better depict the general climate of each area)

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Day 131 - Map Madness

"...how the hell should I make this look??"

[20-th-centurygirl]

bribery

jude bellingham x fem!reader

warnings: smut, fluff

a/n: another fic inspired by the beloved hey jude tag on @judeswhore 's account because it means the world to me <333 inspired by this ask. i used a gif for the first time and i'm really liking it so far 🤭 also the ending for this is very very rushed and i'm abit :/ about it so i can only apologise if it's cringe

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Jude let out a rather frustrated groan as you led him into yet another store. You'd dragged him out shopping, he had the day off and you wanted to spend time together so you decided to take him out to get advice on new clothes. "babe seriously? another one?" He'd stopped dead in his tracks and consequently stopped you as you were holding his hand. "this is the last one i promise jude" you tried your best puppy dog eyes at him and jude hated the fact they worked. "You said that like 5 shops ago" he grumbled under his breath. you said nothing, instead taking his hand and pulling him in.

jude had wondered off and found somewhere to sit down with the multitude of bags while you carried on looking around. You'd eventually made your way back to him. "need you to come with me so you can tell me what you think of them all" you said, nodding towards the changing rooms. "i'm sure you'll look stunning in all of them, and i love you but please please be quick so we can leave" He'd tried to sound nice but you detected the slight annoyance in his tone. "Oh stop pouting. I need to grab a bottle of perfume after this and then we can go" jude groaned loudly and threw his head back. "Promise?" He mumbled, holding out his pinky finger and you bit back a laugh. "Pinky promise baby" you linked your fingers together and your favourite smile adorned judes face.

"Right, I'm gonna go pay for these then we'll go and get my perfume, okay?" You asked sweetly. "no, I'll pay" jude said, putting emphasis on the "i'll". you shot him a glare. Of course you were incredibly grateful to have jude in your life but you also treasured your independence. "Jude, I know you mean well and I'm always insanely grateful but-" He put his index finger on your lips "nope, princess treatment only for you" He tapped your lips a few times before walking over to the till.

"so what we doing now?" Judes mood had improved at the promise of going home. "Need to grab some perfume and we can go home yeah?" He nodded as you both walked in. What was supposed to be a quick dash in and out instead ended up in you begging jude to hold his arm out so you could swatch makeup and perfumes. "baby you said we'd be quick" He whined, glancing down at his arm that had multiple colours of lipstick on it. His other smelt strongly of at least 5 different perfumes. "jude, if i promise to give you head when we get back will you stop pouting?" You groaned and his eyes lit up. He nodded feverishly and held his arms further so you could carry on testing.

Once you were finished jude practically dragged you back to the car. "babe hurryyyy" he groaned, half hard already just at the thought of getting head. "God you're so needy." You teased but you couldn't deny the butterflies you got knowing just how much jude wanted you at the drop of a hat. "And what about it? Not my fault you're so good" you rolled your eyes as you both got in the car. His hand immediately gravitating to your thigh, his thumb stroking it gently. His leg bobbed up and down and his eagerness both made you want to laugh and scream.

The moment you got home jude basically dragged you over to the sofa where he sat down, his legs spread wide and his bottom lip caught between his lip. You decided to keep up the irritating just a little longer "you want something?" You questioned, trying desperately to keep up the facade that you knew nothing about what he wanted. "I think you made me a promise babe" He said, convinced you were just teasing. "Huh?" You tried your best to sound as confused as possible and it seemed to be working. "You said that I'd get head if I was patient and I think I have been so" you rasied your eyebrow at him "hm, well you can stop being so vulgar first before I even think about it" "but it was a pinky promise" jude sounded absolutely betrayed and you burst out laughing. "Stop laughing and come here" He grumbled, pulling you into his lap by the backs of your thighs and you swiftly straddled him.

One of his hands trailed to the back of your neck, pulling your face impossibly closer to his as his other pulled your hips down, grinding softly against him. He let out a small moan on one roll of your hips, the pent up desperation getting to him. "Please" He mumbled against your lips. "Please what?" "Please just keep your promise baby"

You said nothing, instead shuffling off his lap and sitting on your knees, jude handing to a pillow to rest on. You stroked your hands up and down his thighs agonisingly slow, letting out a groan of frustration. You brought your fingers to delicately unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. Jude lifted his hips up so you could pull his jeans down but you left his boxers on, choosing to lightly stroke him through them instead. "You've put up with alot today jude. Think you deserve this hm?" Jude nodded rapidly, letting out a deep grunt when you squeezed him lightly. You smirked at the sight of a wet patch already forming and you pulled his boxers down lightly.

You took him in your hand, slowly rubbing up and down a few times and placing faint kisses just to his tip, dragging out small, barely audible moans. You stopped your hand movements and just took his tip into your mouth as he pulled your hair into a messy makeshift ponytail. Jude let out a deep groan when you swirled your tongue around him, one of your free hands squeezing his thigh. "Oh fuck. So good at this angel". You gradually took him deeper into his mouth until your nose reached his abdomen. Your other free hand moved to roll his balls in your palm and the way judes head fell to the back of the sofa gave you butterflies. His mouth fell open, a string of moans falling from his mouth.

The grip his fingers had on your scalp was getting tighter. Tears began to pool in the corners of your eyes and the gagging noises were outright pornographic. You pulled off to catch your breath, instead choosing to stroke him quickly whilst maintaining eye contact with him. "I love you baby. Don't know what I did to deserve you" He moaned out, his head falling back again when you took him back in your mouth. You knew from the way he was gripping your hair and the way his moans had gotten more high pitched that he was close and you were determined to get him there. You allowed him to start bucking his hips up into your mouth "fuck i love it when you met me use your mouth like this. So good for me aren't you?" He whimpered, his head back facing you. His mouth was wide open as a string of curses and your name fell out snd his eyes rolled back. "im nearly there" you just smirked around his cock, fondling his balls and teasing shapes on his inner thigh with your nails. His breath hitched suddenly "fuck fuck fuck" and you felt him release in your mouth.

You pulled away slowly, sticking your tongue out to show jude you'd swallowed everything. His pupils were blown and he had small beads of sweat on his forehead. You helped him to pull his clothes back up. "You okay?" You giggled at his still mind blown expression. "Yeah. That was the best head I've ever had" He chuckled, his breath still slightly uneven. "So was me dragging you round shopping worth it?" You smirked. "If I get that again everytime then yes" He breathed out, helping you back up and grabbing you by the chin to pull your lips back to his.

[russellsppttemplates]

From the start, it was you (George Russell)

The heart doesn't seem to choose by team colours

Note: english is not my first language. This is the first driver!reader I've ever written, so I hope I've done a good job. Also, I did not plan to post this piece specifically now, but seems fitting with the whole shitshow that has been going on the past couple of days. Also, this is a plot I've seen written a lot, so I know there are many other pieces that are way better, and hopefully my take on it isn't too bad!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: race collision, medical exams, curse words, gender inequality comments

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog

Your purple race suit made you stand out amongst all of the other kids as you walked back from the podium, proudly smiling at your trophy, "Y/N! We're here!", you heard your father as he waved so you'd know where they stood, "congratulations, darling! That was an impressive overtake you did there in the last lap!", he praised, scratching your head before placing a kiss there, "I was trying to get first, but I couldn't get it", you admitted it, looking sideways at the boy who you couldn't take the first place from.

George Russell was a tall boy, same age as you, so you often raced against eachother. While you had become friends with some of the other kids, Russell wasn't one of them. It began when you tried to congratulate him for his P3 a few years ago, stretching your hand out politely, a smile on your face as he turned his back to you, mumbling something as he walked towards his parents. So, you weren't the best of friends if anyone asked.

"Y/N, darling, go stand next to the boys so I can take a picture of you! It will be such a good memory for when you're older!", your mother said excitedly, making you, George and the boy that finished his race behind you on each of your sides, smiling at the camera and hoping it would be as quick as possible, not wanting to stand next to him for a second longer than you should.

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"I have your media day schedules here", Mary said as she handed you and Oscar your respective schedules, "Y/N, you're going to get interviewed with Charles, Yuki, George and Fernando", she stated as she then moved on to Oscar, explaing a few things to him since he was going first.

"And Y/N, while you're in there, try not to kill George, even with your eyes, okay?", she advised, tapping your shoulder softly as you looked at her sideways, "last time you were both in the same panel, you managed to be out of qualifying", she nodded, "only because our car wasn't that reliable, and we all know how theirs is", you pointed out, smiling sweetly and hoping to get on her side, "you're lucky you don't annoy me too much, Y/N", she smiled back.

The team had made many improvements to the car, granting you and Oscar the possibility to aim for higher places on the grid, and since you were a nerd about all things engineering, too, you loved when you were asked about the topic. But lately, the questions about the car seemed to get asked to your teammate Oscar, leaving the excuse that "the journalists already have the information they need", and because they didn't want to be accused of not asking you questions like it had happened before, it seemed to divert to other topics.

"Y/N, here", one of the journalists waved, grabbing your attention, "With the recent events and new propositions from the F1 Academy, do you think the sport is going to suffer from having a bigger opportunity that's being given to women in motorsport?", your heard him say, making your blood boil.

Despite the constant raised awareness for gender discrimination and discrimination in motorsport, especially in the last couple of years, some people still had it pretty engraved in their system, and while sometimes it came out looking a little bit more subtle, this one didn't even bother to soften the edges.

You'd be lying if you said this was the first time you heard these comments directed at you, or that you thought it would be the last, no matter how much you wished some sort of disciplinary measure was taken, "I woul-", you began before you heard a loud clash on the floor and felt water on your legs. The trousers you were wearing were soaked around your thighs and knees as George got up to grab the bottle that belonged to him, "I'm so sorry, Y/N", he apoligised as he put the lid back on, "I think it's best if we call it a day, hm? The next group needs to have this cleaned before they come in here", the Mercedes driver said as everyone seemed to agree and get up, bidding goodbye as Charles and George stayed until the end.

"Careful, don't slip", the monegasque driver said, making sure you wouldn't fall and walking out of the room with you, "figures the guy wouldn't even be here to check if everything's fine", you muttered as Charles chuckled, "you two really are like the cat and the mouse".

"He's not even here! He just flew off to his fancy room to delight in the joy of making fun of me", you grumbled, bidding goodbye to Charles as you found yourself by the entrance of Ferrari.

Walking the distance to meet your team, Mary was the first to get you, "I'm sorry they asked that", she said, "it's a good thing Russell spilled his drink", she teased, knowing you wouldn't want to dwell on the comments for long. It hardly solved the problem and you'd look into it in the team meeting when the time called for it, "promise you won't take him out in the race?".

Laughingly at her assumption and the fact that she had managed to pull you out of your misery as you walked to you driver's room, "don't worry, and tell the guys downstairs to now worry either, they're not going to have to build me a new car either", you flashed a smile before closing the door, changing into another pair of trousers you had brought with you.

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"You're starting P4, Y/N", your race engineer said over the radio, "we are going to give it our all to support you and help you".

"And I'm going to drive the beat I can for you guys. Today, we get orange flying around and its going to be because of the Papaya team", you smiled under your helmet, "Oscar is P6, so I think we can even aim for a Podium, depends on how things go", you said.

As soon as the lights went out, you reacted quickly and passed the car that had been sitting next to yours, your race engineer confirming your third place and giving you a run down of all the grid changes.

"Do us proud, you're doing well, good pace", you heard on your speakers. You were enjoying the drive, analysing the data without team and looking for the right opportunity to overtake Charles, "go after the next turn, Y/N. Charles' tyres are not looking so good, so we think you have the upper hand there. George's car seems to be having some issues, too, he won't go after you", the pit wall channeled in your radio.

You looked in your mirrors as you were about to make the overtake, having patiently waited to reach the specific turn and going with it, confident that you would be able to overtake the red car.

A fraction of a second, you would always say, was game changing in Formula One. A decision to overtake or stay back, to accept the call to the pits or a new strategy, sometimes all it took was less than a second. And it also took less than a second for your car to start spinning, making you remove your hands from your steering wheel and brace yourself for the collision that would soon enough happen.

The impact wasn't as hard as you had expected, having felt most of it in your hips and shoulders. Groaning, you opened your eyes to see the damage, hearing "Y/N, can you tell us if you are okay?" over the radio.

Pressing the button, you heard the equipment's buzz, "I'm okay. I'm sorry about the car, guys", you gulped, adjusting yourself, "another car tapped me, right? Are they okay?", you asked, "George's fine from what we've heard".

After the marshalls confirmed you were free to go with the medical car to get checked over, you were back in the hospitality as the race continued, "doctor said I'll have some bruises, nothing too bad though", you gave them the report as you apoligised and thanked everyone on your side of the garage.

"Turns out they'll have to build you a new car after all", Mary offered as she hugged you, "if Russell had been more careful, this could've ended differently", you groaned.

"From what I've heard, he was trying a risky move and the car had an issue and locked up. He lost control of it and his front wing tapped your rear wheels just about enough to cause the crash", she explained, "it's not like he purposefully wanted to take you out", she reasoned.

"I know, it's just not ideal", you sighed, "we could both be in there". On the screen, Oscar was sitting P2, having successfully overtaken Charles a few laps in after the race resumed.

Even though George was far from your friend, you still wanted to check if he was okay, specially after seeing the impact the crash had on his car, too.

Walking to the Mercedes hospitality, a few people stopped you on your tracks briefly to express their relief on seeing you up and about and wishing you well before you found yourself by the glass doors.

"Is George here? I'd like to see if he's doing alright, but only if that's okay, I'm sure you're busy", you asked one of the media girls, Holly, recognising her from previous encounters.

"He's in his driver's room, yes, let me walk you there", she smiled, walking with you and knocking on the door, "George, may I come in?", she asked before he gave a positive answer, "Y/N is here, she wanted to talk to you", she stated, backing up so you could be seen, "yes, that's alright", the tall man said as Holly held out her arm, gesturing you to walk inside the room as she closed the door behind her, most likely going back to work on the race content.

"Hey", you waved awkwardly, "I don't have any other way to contact you, and asking your team how you were didn't seem... right? So, yeah, I came here", you gulped, suddenly feeling a weird pressure to act properly, whatever that meant.

"I'm good, barely got a scratch since I was able to stop the car before it hit the barriers", George explained, "and you? It looked pretty bad", he checked.

"I have some bruises, I think the adrenaline is slowing down now, so it's a bit painful, but nothing major", you clarified.

"The car had some issue and there was not way to control it, I just let it go because there wasn't anything I could do. I'm very glad you're okay", he half smiled as he looked at you.

In all the years you've known him and interacted with him, there had never been a time where he was this relaxed and smiley around you, not even when he had overtaken you in the last lap of the race. And while it was new, it was also comfortable.

"Me too, it looked scarier than it felt, though", you offered as he grabbed his water bottle to take a sip from it, "Oh, close the lid properly on that one", you chuckled playfully, not imagining the backlash and reaction it would have.

The new and comfortable mood turned back to the old and expecting one.

"Do you really think I'm that clumsy to drop a bottle like that? I wanted to get us out of there, to get you out of there because they were asking sexist questions", he stated, "and I didn't do it because I thought you couldn't defend yourself, because you sure know how to stop your foot and put it down, but because they don't deserve your time like that. Hell, I wish you spent that little time with me instead!", George yelled out, not missing your shocked expression, "maybe there was a time that I didn't like how you just showed up and got things done, but in the end, it's not because it's you, or because you're a woman. I wanted to be the one to show up and get things done, because I admire you so much", he gulped.

"So you're saying it's my fault that I've been labelled a bad sport because we constantly fight out there? That's why you've hated me?", your defensive side turned up, not dwelling on his kind words.

"I'm not saying it is either of our fault! I'm just trying to explain to you that I don't hate you like you think I do", he put his hands on his hips, walking around his room, "you might hate me, and that's fine, you know? I'm not going to be the one to tell you how you should feel, that's not how it works, but I have never hate you.

"I might've said I hated you when we were little, but that's because you probably stole my place on the podium, and even that was probably well deserved. I never thought I'd feel like this about you", he concluded.

"And what is it that you feel about me? Because I would like a warning should you want to beat me up to deal with all it is that you're feeling...?", you gestured to his stance. Was he saying he didn't hate you? Did he have other feelings that were actually in the happiness section of the emotion wheel and not near the anger section?

Chuckling, he approached you, "I have had feelings for you since we started driving in F2. At first I thought it was just the thrill of the competition and of having someone to challenge me, and when you got the Mclaren seat, I was so happy that you'd be racing against me", he further offered, "I don't know when it came out that we hated eachother, and when you didn't seem to feel otherwise, I tried to hate you, or at least dislike you, and it wasn't working, so I just let it go however it went, and it's led me here. And I'm being honest with you, so laugh all you want, or deal with it however you want to", he raised his hands as he excused himself.

"George, I nerve said anything because I can't afford to say those things. How many rivalries have you seen in motorsport? So many, and many more that are not written in books and shown off in videos. And none of them have apoligies to offer, or rather, the very few that have done it, turned out okay. But if I was the one to talk about it? A female driver talking about how she cares that her colleagues and her have a good relation and that they don't hate eachother like the press wants people to believe?", you scoffed, "That's not on my books, that's not something I can consider.

"And I don't hate you, George. For Goodness' sake, I came here to see of you were alright. Any other person would've yelled that you ruined their race, but I understand that there are things we can't control and shit like this happens. It sucks, but that's how it is. Like Charles says all the time, 'sometimes it's like this'", you giggled, "I actually think you're a pretty decent guy", you blushed.

Over the years, the bickering had only spurred you on even more, and maybe it wasn't just the thrill of seeing him so on edge that made you continue to do so.

"So you're saying you've never hated me?",

George said as he offered you his chair to sit down as he prepared tea for both of you, "Maybe I didn't like you so much when we did karting, but that was just because you were really tall and actually gave me fair competition", you winked.

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paper rings.

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࣭genre: fluff

featuring: Ranpo x Female reader

word count: 0.5k

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ranpo was determined, determined to make your day better by gifting you something special. well it all started when he saw you post this one song called paper rings on your story and that's when he knew that you would love this little gift of his.

never did ranpo ever think that he'd end up so frustrated while making a paper ring, his desk littered with colourful sheets and a pair of scissors, going through all the difficulties just to create a simple yet a thoughtful gift.

after hours of work and countless mistakes he was finally able to make one using his own creativity and skills, though it didn't look as good as he wanted it to, he was still satisfied by whatever he had created.

"i hope she likes this" was all he could think of as he secured the ring in a small box, he couldn't wait to reach back home and see your reaction.

he felt a tingle run down his spine as he looked at you. he didn't expect himself to react in such a way—he could feel the warmth inside his chest, the beating of his heart, and the sudden rush of emotions.

looking down at the paper ring in his hand, it wasn't that he couldn't afford anything better, he knew that you deserved more than just a poorly glued paper ring but he also knew that the ring was a gift like no other.

without wasting another moment he called you out, holding out the small box where he had placed the ring earlier.

"what's this?" you asked with a tint of excitement in your tone.

"find it out yourself" he said as he placed the box in her palms. though his face showed no signs of nervousness— the boy was shaking inside, watching you nervously as you opened the box.

as you opened the box revealing whatever was in there, your eyes lit up with joy and surprise. you were overwhelmed by the feeling of love and gratefulness.

"did you make it?" she asked, she knew he did it and she couldn't find a way to express how good she felt at ranpo's sweet gesture.

"you like it?" he asked, scratching the back of his neck.

"i love it!" you exclaimed, your heart melting just by the thinking about the amount of hardwork he must've put into creating this ring for her.

"i know this isn't much but i tried something new" he chuckled.

"isn't enough?" she gasped "honey this single handedly has raised the bar so high— i love it"

her eyes sparkled with joy and happiness as she went about how much this meant for her and how thoughtful it was to gift her such a thing.

your reaction was enough to fill him with pride as he listened to her admiring the ring intently, adding his own remarks and how it wasn't so easy to make one in between.

"i like shiny things but I'd marry you with this paper ring on the spot if i had a chance to."

"who is stopping you?"

moo's note!:

(THIS WAS SO RUSHED)² LIKE i was writing a rindou fic but well i couldn't stop myself from writing this. I hope you enjoyed this one! Thank you for reading this and please forgive me if this wasn't up to the mark! I'll try my best to improve as fast as i can!!!🫶🫶🫶

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Helmeppo - Blondy and Scissors

Helmeppo (netflix) x fem reader

warning : fluff, comfort, kiss, no use of Y/n

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Info : So not only Buggy, Mihawk, Sanji are hot in the netflix series Helmeppo is also. So with just some hours of sleep and a hard school day behind me I have writen this. Have fun reading ;)

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The well-known only son of Morgan was known everywhere, or so he thought. Enough for the naval base and the surrounding city. The blond son, with his purple suit and light-coloured shirt, was a style not everyone dared to wear.

But to talk to him about it was something no one dared to do because of his father. A truth he did not admit to himself. Something he always tried to suppress in the form of new clothes, alcohol or the odd gun. Until he met her. Learned to trust and see other sides.

The only person he trusted or at least felt a strange bond with was his hairdresser and seamstress, a nice but stubborn young woman. A woman who did not lie to him, did not tell him what he wanted to hear and did not show him the respect he deserved in his eyes.

All due to a wrong upbringing, too much money and no taste in fashion. But none of that mattered because the bond he held in his heart was worth more to him than his father, he realised.

A fact that had confused him since his father had introduced them to him after his son had not let up. He desperately wanted a new suit and a haircut. An improvement in his appearance and his father could no longer listen to his son's whining. So he got him the best local hairdresser who seemed to be more at second glance.

But neither Morgan nor his son did. ,,Sit down if you keep shouting I'm going to stick you with a pin" was the first thing she said to him after he asked her to get a warm cup of tea before anything happened. It was a simple request, he thought to himself, and he already wanted to say something back.

To nag her about how she dared to speak to him like that. But one touch on his tie was enough to pull him towards her. He took in her smell of fabric, flowers and leather, which now seemed to surround him. A certain freedom he did not have, being too caught up in his own prestige.

Her gaze was punitive and reminded him almost of a strict mother or something else. ,,,Understood...Ma'm" he murmured then and almost made himself small on the chair. But his gaze did not leave her, fascinated by her, he continued to look at her. He liked her somehow.

Her way she made less fun of herself than the others. Didn't do it behind his back and apparently said it freely. Not least, his heart had gone a step faster when her hand had tightened on his tie. His air had been tied up for a moment and his life was in her hands.

Only when she let go of him did the blond seem to be able to breathe again and let his hand rub over his neck did he still smell her scent. The very leather reminded him of something he knew.

As if he had already seen it somehow. Before he turned back to the front and in front of him was the large oval mirror. He watched intently as she picked out her clothes, her trained eyes going from his face with the bright eyes to his blond slightly dull and matted hair.

He flinched in surprise then as her fingers suddenly raked through his hair. ,,Careful," he said quietly, indignant, trying to adjust himself in the chair or stand over her. Still aware of his place She's just a hairdresser he thought, sounding clearly more surprised than he thought he was.

His reluctance was somehow confused. The touching of another was unfamiliar to him. Apart from the one or two paid women who also dumped him. His kind was repulsive something that had hurt him but she. Not her.

She did her job and didn't mind it. ,,I'll give you a new haircut and start designing a new suit" she announced as she took her fingers off him. Letting go of his blond hair, he spun around in the chair in surprise. Not knowing that to her he looked like a cute naive dog.

He woke up from his stupor when he had her in his field of vision again. The tingling sensation that had spread over his body was woolly and new at the same time. Even though he tried to forget it later with a little alcohol, he did not.

The wine and beer did not seem to help as they usually did. ,,A hairstyle and a suit should look stately," he said, and for a moment he seemed to have recovered his haughty manner. He saw her give him an incredulous yet slightly amused look as she returned with the cutting utensils.

Everything ready for his new haircut, their eyes met one last time before she pushed him into the chair and ordered him to hold still. To his amazement he did, he held on and let her work on him with the metal objects.

But his blue eyes remained on her, not leaving her for a moment. In the end, he almost didn't care what his hairstyle looked like. ,,What do you say Helmeppo?" she asked as she started to gather her things after looking at him.

She saw him flinch as if she had caught him doing something. Something forbidden. She saw him wondering whether he should scold her and threaten his father.

Instead, he almost jumped up from his chair, grabbed his suit jacket and shouted effusively, ,,Thank you, Miss.Hairdresser!" before fleeing from her shop, leaving only the crashing of the door. The last thing he heard from her was a hearty laugh.

A laugh that made him go mad as his heart beat faster. For the two of them it seemed to be a connection that lay between them. A connection that was so much more on his part that she gladly returned with some behaviour.

They met a few more times after that and after the blonde had gathered all his courage to ask her for a meal together it happened. The next meeting was one that no one really expected. Shortly after the pirates arrived, his hairdresser had disappeared and left the island. Left without a word.

Their date as he had hoped would not happen. Now he was stuck in the navy with Coby, who wasn't much help - at least he had resumed his snooty ways. Although he actually wanted to get rid of it, it seemed like a protective shield because he knew exactly that he could hardly do anything.

But he got a chance to serve with Coby as a cadet under Garb, the legend of the navy, a man of honour, not like his father. A man he also respected. But as the ship sailed on across the sea in search of the straw hat, they passed another ship.

A naval ship on which there was a certain woman. ,,Flotilla Admiral Scissors!" someone announced to the admiral, who came on board the ship with some of her men. ,,I don't believe it," the blond blurted out as his eyes looked at the woman who only a few weeks ago seemed to be his hairdresser and dressmaker. ,,Well, if it isn't blondie. How are you? Is the old man treating you well?" she said and giggled when she saw Garp's eye glare, which he had long since resigned himself to.

Even though she had the lowest rank as Admiral, she was a valued member and had been personally assigned to look out for corrupt Navy people. One she found in the form of Morgan and pulled her strings. ,,No, I have an ugly uniform," he immediately began to complain, but was interrupted by a hug she gave him.

Even though he was aware of her worried look because of his hair, ,,I missed you, pain in the ass," she murmured, smiling at his tension because he was afraid she would hear his heart. But the smell that surrounded her again. He recognised it as a uniform from his father's room the evidence had been wafting in front of him all along.

But there was not much time for a greeting before they all had to go about their tasks. Something that bothered him but the thought of being able to join her again was tempting. It's been ages since I've seen you, he thought as he cleaned the deck with the mop.

But the more he wiped with it, the more he seemed to fall into a little dance. A dance with her. It would be a scandalous relationship, a cadet and an admiral. But after a few more turns, he heard a smirk and feared the worst, but only saw her.

Leaning against one of the masts, she had been watching him. ,,You've changed a bit, and I don't mean the haircut," she joked, watching him further, her badges on her uniform flashing in the moonlight. They let him know what she had already achieved, even if it was mostly in the field of the hidden.

It suited her, he thought. ,,Yeah, well, the haircut is a bit strange, a pirate...but-but changed what do you mean?" he asked, slightly confused, and slowly moved back to the railing against which he was leaning, looking out to sea.

He heard her approach him and lean beside him, deliberately bumping her shoulder against his. ,,Well, you're no longer, to put it crudely, the stuck-up son...now you're just a little stuck-up" she joked and smirked, seeing that it made him think and yet something like relief showed in his gaze. She was glad that he was no longer under his father. Of course she knew that the blond wasn't perfect.

But with her and Coby it seemed to be going in the right direction. ,,Less stuck-up sounded good, besides, I'm-I'm glad to see you again," he confessed, and in surprise her gaze turned from the sea to the blond. In the moonlight and the lamps on deck, she saw the slight flush on his cheeks. Cute. ,,Come here, Goldilocks!" she called and pulled him into another hug before tousling his messy hair.

Before she could get past that certain something between them, he grabbed her hand and wouldn't let go before she gave him a short but heartfelt kiss.

He felt himself sighing, finally having what he had always wanted. Love. He continued to hold on to her as if his life depended on it before she pushed him away slightly as the blonde seemed to almost take her breath away.

Laughing, she pulled him behind her and said, ,,Let's give you a proper haircut first!" before they disappeared into the admiral's cabin to give the blonde a decent haircut. As good as it could be. But in the end, perhaps their influence led them to get Helmeppo and Coby's group to look for the straw hat.

A victory for Helmeppo who, with the help of his friend of sorts, tried to get closer and closer to the admiral. He wanted more than just the kiss and she wanted more from him. The blond preppy realised that there was also friendship and love in the navy.

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@naiolah

[fungalittleweirdo]

ROTTMNT 60s AU !!!

UHHHH JUST WANTED TO PUT THIS OUT THERE WHILE I'M STUCK IN DENIAL ABOUT MY WRITER'S BLOCK

raph

please this man has SOUL

he sings in clubs in new york, he has a record coming out in '67 with his band Raphael and The Digg

his brothers didn't feel like joining the band, so it's up to some talented musician girls he met without a trained main vocalist (digg, with prairie dog, honey badger, and groundhog)

they're super popular in harlem and they make it to charts

raph meets other motown records signees and they always find he's the gentlest of giants

he and his band DESERVES a grammy

leo

he's a surfer !!!

he loves competing in surfing tournaments in long island

the boy's a legend, other surfers think he's a fish at first

if he didn't have separation anxiety for his brothers (a post-kraang headcanon) he would have gone to the west coast where the real competitions are (they never feel like leaving new york for very long)

for now he's happy surfing the coast of long island

he loves when todd surfs with him, his favourite part is the lemonade he gets afterwards

donnie

donatello is OBSESSED with the space race

he managed to hack nasa for rocket blueprints

he got caught and they asked him if he was a communist but there was no found evidence that proved he was so he was let go and his name was cleared

he managed to improve the blueprints he got his hands on and built more efficient rockets, then he used computing tech to make his very own battleshell

he has a super-powered telescope he nicknamed shelldon

donnie predicted the states would win the space race in 1965 because it had something to do with the war, i myself don't know how he used that data point to draw a conclusion

mikey

mikey is such a hippie he has mugshots of his charming smiling face framed to prove it

very anti-war, very pro-civil rights movement, pro-dope and lowkey anti-united states government

he was at the stonewall riots !!!!!

he not only fought for human civil rights, but for mutants too, so that he and his brothers could be acknowledged as citizens

humans turned into mutants are already citizens, but the mistreatment they get is unfair and mikey chose to be a leading pioneer for mutant rights

leo (hesitantly) opened portals for mikey in the south so that he could stand with people of colour in their trying times

misc notes !!

lou jitsu was popular in golden age hollywood, he won many accolades for his films until big mama made it look like he was signed to stay in the battle nexus

jupiter jim films are actually westerns, his name is junebug jim instead

big mama is a big mafia boss woman regardless of the era she's in, though her battle nexus is televised for all ages

instead of becoming criminals, mutants follow mikey's lead protesting for mutant/yokai rights and new york is the first city to acknowledge it

the turtles' beach parties are insane, there's always some people other than the siblings lingering around at midnight

april is the best reporter out there, she reports on the turtles' exploits all the time and she makes mad BANK over it (successful 60s black woman slay)

the foot clan is a cult a lot like the manson family, the turtles hate their guts

baron draxum does the same thing he always did, brood in his lab trying to destroy the humans (that is until mikey gets through to him)

sr. hueso's run of the mill pizza is still the turtles' favourite pizza spot, though the establishment is beachside because he's on good terms with his brother, who mainly does imports

casey jr. is a star hockey player, he also avoids the draft because he's from the future, so the government doesn't have his records

but cass protests against the war with mikey whenever she can, she's also anti-war

donnie also managed to be the first mutant on the moon by his own means, it's been a childhood dream since he saw laika's launch in sputnik 2

aight that's all i have for now, i hope you enjoyed !!

[oneatlatime]

The Library

Ground hog pipe organ. That's really quite twee.

Since when is Sokka concerned about the time crunch? Although he's right about the whole 'no plan' thing.

Katara is such a little sister sometimes.

Is an ice spring a thing? I feel like we wouldn't have invented refrigeration if ice springs were possible. What a cool idea though.

Dentists aren't a thing in the avatar universe.

Does sword guy sterilise those swords between drinks? How clean are the insides of the sheaths? Why is someone so overqualified working as a blender? How boring is this town that master swordsmen resort to being Magic Bullets to pass the time?

Has it ever occurred to Aang to try to maintain a little mystery around his identity? At the start of the first season, people's first thoughts when seeing an airbender were probably "wow! the fire nation missed one!" but by now it has to be well known that the airbender ping ponging around the earth kingdom is THE avatar. It's not like he didn't have other options. He could have waterbended the smoothie away. He could have asked Katara to waterbend the smoothie away. If I were feeling angsty, I'd say that a child of peacetime just doesn't have it in him to be sufficiently suspicious/cynical to feel the need to disguise himself. But I'm not feeling angsty, so I'm gonna say that Aang had a moment of dumb. Understandable, given he's twelve.

Nevermind! Aang accurately assessed how little he needed to hide himself because this professor is a dumb too!

Cool it with the phrenology.

Finding lost civilisations all over the earth kingdom is apparently a worthless accomplishment. You know, I don't like this guy.

Clam lamp. Coconut lamp?

That fox joke did not land.

This is the Taj Mahal.

Toph's still on probation. Gotta work six months* before you get the benefits package! * or until the world ends with the comet, whichever comes first.

Sokka wants to vacation in a library. I love how unrepentantly nerdy he can be.

Hey. Professor idiot. Wanna find your unfindable library? Go recruit Zuko. That kid finds so well it gives me flashbacks to Hufflepuff jokes.

Not sure what this implies re: the sapience of sandbenders.

The sandbenders have to have learned that move from airbenders. Also isn't that really inefficient? Rotational force goes 360 degrees but they only want force in a single direction. They should have modeled their sandbending on waterbending instead and created a giant wave behind their sleds for them to surf along.

That chin needs scritches.

I hope they're bringing lots of water rations with them. How much water do you thing Appa needs in a day?

Would Sokka, who lives at the South Pole, know what a fox is?

Everyone keeps forgetting stuff this episode. Library is buried? You have two earthbenders and two airbenders.

Love the attitude.

This has been bugging me for a few episodes now so I might as well mention it. I know it's an artistic choice, but: having fingernails the same colour as fingers squicks me out.

Sokka's turn with the dumb. Why would you climb up to the library when three of you can fly? Appa can hover. Just walk down his tail to the window.

That's twice now they've forgetten Toph's blindness. I love her attitude towards them forgetting.

Sokka's boomerang is one hell of a multitool. Whatever it's made of, it's indestructible.

"Don't worry buddy. I'm not making you go underground ever again." I hope that's not ironic foreshadowing.

Stuffed head of anthropology might be an improvement.

The vocal effect on this owl is neat.

Dammit. Now stealing from the pirates is justified.

Why do you even have that? Why did you stuff it down your shirt? Just why?

*Heroically refrains from going on a rant about the value of non-written sources, oral tradition, and pejoratively labelled 'folk' knowledge.*

The Ears!!! Those cute little ears. They have no business being so floppy. Appa & Toph, the duo I never knew I needed.

Appa is a very good listener.

LEFTY SHOUTOUT!!!

Sokka has not only forgotten that he's after a map of the fire nation; he's also stolen the declaration of independence.

Two things: First, this is the best boy. Second, Sokka seems to be a cat person.

You think the Fire Nation, a Nation that knew enough astronomy to correctly predict, plan for, and harness the power of a comet to complete a very successful genocide, doesn't know there's an eclipse coming up and has planned accordingly? Like come on. They named the comet after their Firelord. They obviously know how astronomy works. It would take literally one eclipse, depriving them of their bending once, for the whole nation to become suddenly very invested in predicting the movements of celestial bodies. They know this. I promise you they have safeguards in place. Pick a less obvious time to attack.

So is the owl gullible as all hell or did he let them in to give them enough rope to hang themselves?

Badass line about justifying war. Although equating protecting the people you love with hoarding library books does not hold water.

This owl has far too much neck.

HOW strong is Toph?

This owl sure is destroying a lot of his books.

Sokka doesn't know that Toph is holding up the library right? And there's no way for him to know how quickly/slowly the library is sinking. So this date checking montage makes no sense. Maybe he will find out the date, but if he's sealed underground then it doesn't matter that he learned it.

Do not like.

Very much DO NOT LIKE.

Did they just kidnap Appa?

Should have told him to yip yip. Does Toph know Yip yip?

I am a big fan of Sokka style. Although I'm glad this show aired a decade before Gangnam Style came out, otherwise the memes would have been insufferable.

The owl is going to eat you as soon as it wakes up. Did you see a cafeteria? A water source? Even if you hide from the owl you'll be dead in a week.

Massive points to Toph for holding that up as everyone inside was delaying for stupid reasons.

No.

No you have to give me back Appa before the episode ends. That's the rules.

Final Thoughts

Unacceptable.

This episode felt contrived, everyone involved except maybe Toph had some epic moments of dumb, and to top it all off they stole Appa. I am not amused.

There was lots of setup and little story here. At least that's what it felt like. There were some fairly lame lines that came off as ham-fisted exposition. The ground hog choir was about the only funny bit. Maybe it's the utterly unacceptable ending bleeding backwards and staining the rest of the episode, but I did not like this one. It honestly would have benefited from a Zuko b-plot, and I do not say that lightly.

[emeritus-fuckers]

papa's x asexual reader hcs?

Primo

When you first told him you were asexual, he made a pot of tea from scratch. You then sat all evening and talked it all over.

He completely accepts it. He is very understanding and open. You find it really easy to talk to him.

He picks flowers for you from his garden. The flowers change with the seasons, but they are always colours you love. 

If you've had a bad day, he’ll put an arm around you, and listen to you. He'll give advice if you ask for it.

He enjoys the deep romantic connection you both have. 

He is very secure in himself, so he never pressures you or anything. He knows its just how you are, its not because you don't want him in that way.

One evening he sets up a large screen for you to watch films in the garden. There are fairy lights everywhere, and a blanket on the grass covered in cushions and blankets.

Secondo 

He sees you around the ministry. He notices that you always pause to look at his paintings.

Something about you just makes him want to get to know you. 

He approaches you and asks you out for a drink. You tell him you are asexual. “Yes, I know." He replies with a smile "I would love to get to know you, if you want.”

He makes sure he knows what your boundaries are. He also checks consent on anything he thinks might be near them. 

If he even hears anyone so much as try and invalidate your sexuality he’ll appear next to you in full on terrifying papa mode. 

He gives the best hugs ever, and he saves them just for you. 

He offers to teach you how to paint, or improve if you already know. He would be so happy to share it with you.

Terzo

When you tell him you asexual he thinks for a moment. “Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me, to be yourself with me.”

He’s honestly slightly surprised you wanted to go out with him, what with his reputation... But you do want to! This makes him so happy, he realises you see him for who he really is. You see past the front he puts on while onstage. 

He relaxes completely around you, he is just Terzo not Papa Emeritus III.

You love his warmth, his quick wit and flare when he tells a story. 

He will ask a lot of questions to make sure he understands right. 

He’s still jokingly flirty but never does anything that would make you uncomfortable. 

Copia

He shows intimacy in so many different cute ways. 

He'll leave cute notes around your rooms for you to find. "I am so lucky Amore, I get to be with you."

He’ll make you playlists for you to listen to of his favourite songs or anything he thinks you would like.

He also loves it when you play him songs, that you enjoy. He'll make a playlist of them to listen to when he misses you.

He honestly thought when you took him aside, saying you needed to tell him something, that he'd done something wrong or upset you. You looked so nervous. You told him you were asexual.

You were rather surprised that he started grinning “but cara you do not need to worry about telling me such things sÌ? I love learning more about you! Just tell me what I can do to make this relationship work for you? To make sure you comfortable and happy.”

Old Nihil

It doesn't matter how you identify, he'll still stare at you lovingly and simp.

He would never judge you, he's just happy to be with you.

When you go in to see him he greets you with a wide grin and says "Yello?"

You try your best to explain it and he just happily nods along. "Yesss sibling... you are looking very well."

If you have the patience, and explain it enough times, something will eventually click. He'll actually respond "Wooow, I see sibling, asexual, that is good! I'm glad you told me."

Even though he is old and struggling to understand most things, he realises this is important to you. So he makes sure, as best he can, to understand what your boundaries are and how he can make you feel safe and comfortable with him.

Young Nihil

"Sorry babe, come again?" He's not really listening at first as he tries to work out the chords to a song on his guitar.

You tell him it doesn't matter, slightly annoyed after it took you so much courage to say it the first time.

He realises from your tone and puts the guitar down apologising "no, please, tell me again, I'll listen."

So you patiently explain again and he replies "Oh, that's not a problem, in our religion all sexualities are accepted!"

You explain to him that you're worried since he seems to very much enjoy having people in his bed.

"I prefer to be with you, I made a mistake once before, never again." He takes your hands in his and kisses them. He looks you in the eyes and says "I love you."

Then after he thinks for a second, the questions start. It might take all night, since Nihil can sometimes be a little slower to catch on and he wants to make sure he knows exactly what you need from him.

~

Written by Nyx.

Taglist: @sirlsplayland @firefirevampire @mamacarlyle @thatoddboy @ouijaboardemo @lightbluuestars @mybotanicaldemise @emo-mess @copias-fluffy-asscheeks @lunarsromantichomicide @randodummy @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @natoncesaid @igodownjustlikeholymary @strawberriiblossoms @spicyshortsimp

[bangtaninborderland]

JHS- Twisted Feelings (5)

Summary: After working at an award show for 2 years everything had become normal, idols were no longer exciting to see, performances became dull and every day blended together, that was until an unexpected man asked for your help.

Genre: idol!jhope × fem!reader, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers, ongoing series

Warning: none for this chapter!

A/N: I have another chapter nearly done, im going to miss hobi sm. I hope you’re all still ready to enjoy this story. Also, fun fact - I got accepted to 4 universities :)

Ch.04 < Series Masterlist > Ch.06

You shuffled around one another for a few minuets, your earlier excitement bubbling down to a mere nervousness as you watch him take a seat him not quite opposite but not quite beside you.

You glance over him quickly, you weren’t up to date on all the luxury brands but you could tell his shoes alone probably cost your entire rent for a month.

“Is everything okay?” When he laughs it’s light, soft as though not to startle you from wherever he believed your thoughts had escaped too.

You wave your hand dismissively. “I’m fine, where do you want to start?”

“Wherever you think, you’re the teacher after all.”

Oh yeah, I’m the teacher.

“How about we try to have a simple conversation with the English you know? That was I could grasp what stage you’re at and where we need to focus to help you improve.” You suggest, leaning against the backrest of your chair.

He nods enthusiastically, you weren’t sure wether it was done to help quell your own worries, that you were sure you’d put on display within the past few minuets, or because unlike the majority of the population he was genuinely excited to learn.

Either way you were grateful.

Being bilingual you had always been asked what it was like to switch between languages, people never understood it was something that could just happen. You’d definitely made mistakes before, integrating Korean and English into a conversation without meaning too.

Switching to English was easy. “Can you introduce yourself?”

He took a breath clearing his throat. “I am jhope of BTS.”

“Can you tell me your favourite colour?”

“Colour?” You nod and he Humms. “I like green.”

“Great, now ask me something.”

He thinks for a moment before responding, stumbling a few times before successfully asking. “What is your favourite food?”

“Samgyeopsal, what do you like about being an artist?” You decide to make the question a little different, something more difficult.

“I like connecting with our army, producing too. I like my art and to dance.” He finished with a smile and for a moment it felt as if you were almost one of those ghastly English interviewers.

You make a few notes on the words he takes longer to respond with before continuing an array of questions for the next hour, most of which are simple enough for him to understand and respond too even if it takes him a second to think or act the word out, something you were sure he had done to help you understand more. He had a basic grasp on English and that was an amazing place to start, much easier than it would have been had he have known nothing.

You make a small list of things he had told you he finds useful in terms of studying, flash cards and bright colours being two of them.

It made you laugh just how similar your study patterns were, he was someone who likes organisation, a different colour for a different thing. You were the same.

You agreed to end the lesson, having all the information you needed for the day to construct a much better plan for the future.

He fiddles with his hands as you clean the room, his voice almost insecure when he asks. “So how did I do?”

You turned on your heel to face him, sending him a reassuring smile before telling him he had done well.

He waited at the door for you, holding it open.

Such a gentleman.

Due to the company being mid move renovations weren’t complete, tools had been left around in various locations so you had been keeping an eye out, you’d done so well throughout the day to not create any issues.

Until now at least.

By the time you noticed you had knocked the open pot of paint over it was already too late, the grey staining the expensive material on Hoseoks shoes.

Shoes you couldn’t even afford.

You scrambled around to grab a packet of wipes that had been left beside the door frame, pulling out more than necessary before you drop to your knees in a rush to try and salvage the footwear “Fuck I am so sorry, god I didn’t see.” Your hands are already scrubbing and scooping as much paint as possible, you weren’t sure if it was helping at all but you couldn’t give up. “Who leaves a pot of paint in the open, actually who leaves an open pot in the open. I’m so sorry, I-“ you pause for a second, humility befalling you as your head drops to face the floor, your hands resting in your lap, paint soaked clothes still clutched between them. “I can’t afford to replace these, I could pay you back out of my pay check every month until you have enough for a new pair. I’m so sorry.” You bargained with a pay check you weren’t even sure you’d still be receiving after this mess.

You felt your heart die inside of you when he began to speak. “They were expensive shoes, that’s all. Nothing worth stressing over. Besides I got them for free when we were at a photo shoot. Don’t worry about it. Besides you didn’t put the paint there, you aren’t responsible.”

Oh.

“I really can pay you from my pay check, I should have been more careful. It’s principle.” You look up, an action you regret instantly when you realise the compromising position you’re in.

You on your knees, in front of him, your face almost equal with his crotch. Great.

He extends a hand to you which you take, using him to pull yourself up.

“Let me take these.” He slips the soaked clothes from your hands before walking across the hall, throwing them in the trash.

You don’t know what else to do, wrecked with humiliation and guilt you give him a small bow whispering a meek. “Thank you.”

“Don’t be so formal with me, I said it’s okay. You, however, are not. Your shirt is covered I should have a spare one in my studio if you’d like it?” He offers, pointing down the hall at one of the doors decorated in bright colours.

You nod, you hadn’t even noticed the state you were in. “If it’s not too much of a bother that would be great, I can wash it and return it then next time I come.”

“That’s fine don’t rush.” He guides you down the hall, meeting in the code to his studio before stepping aside and letting you in.

You were unsure how but this room seemed to captivate the very being you had understood Hoseok to be in the limited time you had with him.

You looked around careful not to touch anything, if the shoes weren’t meaningful you were sure the kaws bears definitely were.

“Here.” He shouts, throwing the shirt in your direction.

You grab it before it can fall, it’s orange, bright orange. “You like bright colours?

“Is that even a question?” He retorts playfully, signalling a hand around his studio.

You laugh. “I guess not, thank you again and I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t be, I’d let you ruin my shoes every day as long as you keep teaching me English. It really helped.” He says with a deepened sincerity.

It was nice to know you’d done something right, you still couldn’t beat the guilt and humiliation though. “I should probably get going, our class was supposed to finish thirty minuets ago. I’d hate to make you late for something.”

“You wouldn’t be a bother, I could show you the rest of the building if you’d like?” He offers.

You nod in agreement, it’s not like you had anything else to do. “Sure, that would be nice.”

“Let me just change my shoes and then I’ll show you where you can change your shirt.” He explains, heading towards a small shelving unit in the corner.

You shuffle awkwardly for a few seconds, with nothing to do it’s easy for your gaze to linger on him as he moves around. He slips his shoes off shoving them in a plastic bad before replacing them with some slippers.

He jumps up, landing softly on his feet. “All done, let’s go.”

You laugh, mumbling a thanks as he holds the door open for you. He guides you to the restrooms, where you promptly switch your shirt for his. You’re thankful there’s no cameras so the image of you smelling his shirt will never resurface, besides so what if you sniffed it, it smelt nice.

You didn’t rush per se but you did move quicker than you would have had Hoseok not been waiting.

It was rude to make others wait, nothing else.

You throw your ruined shirt in the trash before washing your hands, you didn’t look too bad considering you tossed and turned for half of the night.

You were greeted with a warm smile as you opened the door.. “Is Samgyeopsal really your favourite food?”

“Yes it is, my eomma makes it all the time.” You follow behind him a few steps, not wanting to get lost.

He holds a door open to you, leading to a staircase. “My eomma cooks a lot too, she always tells me to bring the members so they can put on weight.”

“Thank you, do you get to go home a lot?” You ask.

There’s a sullen look across his eyes as he shakes his head. “No, I try to but work is busy.”

“Forgive me if this is too forward, don’t answer it if it bothers you but what is it actually like to be an idol?”

He leads you upstairs, once again allowing you to go first. “It has its ups and downs, I enjoy it for the most part but when fans become too intrusive it can become hurtful. It makes it harder to have moments where it’s safe for me to see my family. That’s the downfall. Stress comes with every job, so does exhaustion not to mention overtime.”

“Tell me about it.” You scoff, remembering all the nights you’d been held back due to some internal issue.

He laughs, opening another door for you. “Bad experience?”

You cross through it quickly, this hall much different to the last. “My last job wasn’t great, a lot of things and people depended on me.”

“I hope it’s better here, I’ll try to be a good student. Scouts honour.” He holds up three fingers, a very American thing to do.

“You weren’t a scout.” You laugh.

He raised an eyebrow. “And how do you know?”

“I don’t know much about you behind the screen but I did once see a compilation of you screaming at bugs.” You admit, gouging him a pointed look.

He side eyes you. “You watch bts compilation videos?”

“My cousin does, she’s 9.” You explain, not wanting him to get the wrong idea.

“I could sign something for her if you’d like?”

It was safe to say you were touched by the gesture. “Oh, no that’s okay. I couldn’t afford it and I wouldn’t want you to put yourself out.”

He laughs, pulling a pen from his pocket. “It’s my signature, not an appearance at a birthday party.”

“Unless you want to sign my hand…I don’t have anything for you to sign.”

“I do, come in here”. He tilts his head to the door behind you, his key card having full clearance to enter.

You didn’t know much about collecting Kpop albums, let alone BTS albums but you knew that the items in the room were worth a pretty penny. The walls had inbuilt shelves, albums, DVDs and other various merchandise all displayed on it. Multiple copies of each seemingly dating back to the day bangtan debuted.

“Wow.” You breathed, genuinely taken back.

He laughs, grabbing an album off the shelf before signing the front page. “It’s something the company did for us as a surprise when we changed buildings. There’s stuff in here I had no knowledge of even existing.” He hands you the album. “This is for your cousin. I left a little note inside.”

You take it slowly, afraid to somehow damage it. “She’s going to cry.”

“Adorable.” He chuckles. Pulling some things from the shelves. “Give her these too.”

“Thats too much.” You decline, eyeing the two DVDS and 3 BT21 plushies he shoves into a Hybe bag.

He shakes his head. “Nonsense, we get it all for free.”

“You really do want to see her cry don’t you?” You laugh, you truly meant that he had already given you so much.

You were slightly worried about everyone getting the wrong idea, you didn’t want anyone to think you were using him.

Before you could voice your objection once again he was already opening the door, bag in hand. “Let’s take all this back to my studio, there’s a few more things I think you’d enjoy.”

He’d already done so much, the least you could do was accompany him.

So you did.

You spent another hour exploring the Hybe building before he announced that he had in fact ordered food, insisting you eat with him.

The conversation between you both was easy, floating from one topic to another. The conversation never becoming too serious or invasive but personal enough for you to both understand each other a little better. He shared things about his time as a trainee as you did about studying abroad and your childhood.

By the time dinner was over it was already 6pm, 4 hours past the time you were supposed to wrap up the day.

Still he didn’t complain as he walked you to the private exit, waving to you as you were driven off.

It may have been a messy first day, but it was a first day you were sure you would remember forever.

[angstyaches]

Could u do another similar to the Valentine’s Day Drabble were it’s very fluffy and the person is embarrassed by there gas. There blushing and excusing themselves as there stomach rumbles also phrases like goodness! excuse me dear

or just excuse me or pardon. And my stomach is upset or disagreeing with me please.

I love ur blog have a gd day ♥️

Ahhh, I'm so nervous about this one because it's different and a little silly.

I wasn't sure how I felt about this request but I took some parts and combined when with an idea I already had brewing, I hope that's okay, anon!

Early(ish) Days Felix.

CW: vampire blood-drinking, fantasy elements, overindulgence, bloating, stomach noises, burping, embarrassment, intentional burping, mentions of previous nausea and lack of appetite etc.

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“Hello,” Elliott said as he walked through the bedroom door.

“Hi,” Felix called out, hoping he didn’t sound as strained as he thought he did. He wanted to be excited that Elliott was finally home, but he wasn’t sure his body would let him.

The bed jostled as Elliott sat down to take off his shoes and, in turn, so did the warm, heavy lump of pressure in Felix’s belly. He felt his stomach walls tremble with the effort of holding that pressure in place, but instead of cramping or churning, it continued to just… sit there beneath his rib, but not before letting out an audible groan from under the duvet.

Elliott paused and straightened his back at the edge of the bed. An amused half-smile crossed his face as he turned his head. Felix’s belly didn’t exactly have a reputation for going about its day without making a peep, but more commonly, it was wracked with twisting pleas for sustenance, or the watery gurgles of nausea.

“Was that your stomach?” Elliott asked incredulously, as though part of him wondered if the sound had come from his own.

All the blood – his own blood, that is – in Felix’s veins felt like it was rushing to his face and neck.

He nodded. "Pardon me."

“Are you alright?”

“Yes. I just… I may have pulled a you today.”

Elliott’s smile dimpled his cheeks. “A me?”

“Yes,” Felix said, savouring the chance to be cryptic for once.

“And what, pray tell, does that mean?” Elliott chuckled, bending at the waist again to continue unlacing his shoes. “More to the point, should I be flattered or offended right now?”

Felix winced as he watched his partner; Nancy had assured him it was almost impossible, but if Felix tried bending like that right about now, he would surely projectile vomit across the room.

He swallowed carefully at the thought, feeling a tiny bubble of pressure deep in his chest.

“I may have… over-indulged.”

Elliott sat up and glanced over his shoulder at Felix again – first, twisting to get a look at the swell of his belly, and then turning towards his face. He undoubtedly noticed the improvement in his colour; even Felix himself had noticed in the mirror earlier. Vampire starvation apparently took a while to take its toll, but could be remedied fairly quickly under the right circumstances.

“Over-indulged on…?” Elliott raised an eyebrow.

“Blood. Yes.”

“On a hunt?”

Felix nodded.

“Oh. Nice. Where did you go?”

“The woods.” Felix gave a light shrug. “You know geography isn’t my strong suit. I’m certain Ryan can fill you in the details…”

At the emergence of another deep, sluggish rumble, Felix flinched, an inexplicable shyness washing over him. He wasn’t sure if it was the relief that sparkled in the amber of Elliott’s eyes, or something else, that sparked a warm glow in his chest. He didn’t dare to hope that Elliott might be… proud of him? Or, at the very least, less worried about him than he usually had to be.

“I’m assuming Nancy gave you something for the nausea, then?”

“Yes,” Felix said, trying to brace himself for the wobble in the mattress as Elliott moved again. “It was incredible. Like night and day.”

Elliott finally kicked off his shoes and placed them to the side of his dresser. “Oh?”

“She gave me a tonic, which…” Felix paused as he listened to his own stomach churn, feeling its gently burbling movements inside. He smiled in Elliott’s direction to assure him he was okay. “I’m not quite certain, but I think it relaxed the muscles in my stomach. Have you heard of that?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“She and Ryan must have developed it recently then.”

Elliott scoffed. “Or I just never had need of it.”

“Fair enough, I suppose,” Felix grimaced. He was both very attracted to and envious of Elliott’s seemingly indestructible digestive system.

Then again, if there were any stories from Elliott’s transformation days that painted him in a less-than-indestructible light, Felix was sure he’d gone to lengths to make sure those stories were kept airtight.

“So, it worked?”

“Yes. Once everything relaxed, it…” Felix almost didn’t want to admit that today’s hunt – the adrenaline, the euphoria, the feeling that he was the strongest creature on the food chain – aligned uncannily with how Elliott had described it all along. “It felt… the way I assume it is supposed to feel.”

Instead of hitting him with an I told you so though, Elliott leaned on his elbow, bringing his face closer to Felix’s. His bergamot-heavy cologne made Felix’s head swim in the most delicious way.

“Amazing,” Elliott whispered, with an almost relieved warble to his voice. And maybe a touch of excitement, too? He looked like someone who had been the only one to know a secret for years and years, only to finally have someone to confide in about it. “Right?”

“Incredible, Elli.” Felix wished he had it in him to sound more enthusiastic about it. “Once my body was relaxed and I was in the right headspace, it was… honestly astonishing how hungry I ended up feeling.”

“Not that astonishing.” The spark in Elliott’s eyes dampened slightly. “You didn’t keep anything down for almost a week, boo.”

Felix chewed the inside of his lip at the pet name. Elliott must have caught himself using it too, because he lowered his chin slightly to hide the smile that twitched across his face.

He hummed low in his throat as he reclined into place on the bed, turning to place his head on the pillow beside Felix’s.

All of the movement made Felix’s weight shift on the mattress again, earning yet another groaning vibration from his stomach. Nancy had warned him that along with easing any potential nausea or cramps, the tonic would also slow down the digestive process, meaning he was in for a long night of lying on his back, more or less immobile, as he had been all evening.

He hadn’t been prepared for how exhausted he would feel once his stomach was satisfied. His muscles felt like cotton wool. It was an effort even for his arms to work against gravity right now, so he’d spent most of his horizontal time with his arms placed neatly by his sides.

Felix swallowed. He was just thinking about how nice it would be to have a hand on his content-yet-confused belly when Elliott reached out and placed – no, braced a hand gently on his side, as though in apology for all of the movement.

“Felix,” Elliott exclaimed as his fingers edged up the gentle swell that pushed through the duvet. “Jesus. How much did you drink exactly?”

“Gosh, like I said…” The tips of Felix’s ears burned with indignance, and he found himself gulping drily again. “I believe I experienced something similar to your… frenzies.”

If he was offended or perturbed at all by that, Elliott didn’t say or indicate so.

He peeled the duvet back, exposing the t-shirt that Felix’s abdomen was doing its best to escape from. Its rumbling was even more obvious – and consistent – now that there was no thick blanket to muffle it. His t-shirt had gotten bunched up as he’d gotten comfortable in bed, leaving the lower half of his abdomen exposed.

Felix pressed his lips together and swallowed harshly, his tired lungs shuddering just from holding his breath for a couple of seconds.

He frowned and watched the curve of his belly lift and press even harder against his clothes as he inhaled, hands slumped by his sides. His stomach felt like a sentient water balloon struggling about inside of him.

The warmth and the weight of Elliott’s hand was pleasantly reassuring, though.

"Pardon," he murmured when his stomach shifted noisily again.

Elliott shook his head in mild distaste. "You don't have to pardon yourself every time your stomach makes noise."

Felix disagreed with a silent grimace to himself.

“I am so delighted for you,” Elliott insisted. “The fact that you finally got to enjoy feeding? Felix, that is everything.”

A flutter in his chest allowed Felix to relax into a proper smile. “It is?”

“Absolutely.” Elliott paused to let Felix’s belly grumble into the silence of the room. He waited for a particularly high-pitched, bubbly gurgle to break up the deeper sounds before he frowned and asked, "Are you feeling alright?"

"Oh, gosh." Felix gulped. "Yes. Sorry. Pardon all of the... disturbance."

Felix squirmed as much as his lethargy would allow him. He found himself wishing his stomach would give it a rest now. Sure, maybe it’d been endearing at first – Elliott certainly seemed to think so – but this was getting ridiculous. It was also getting a little difficult to breathe without becoming painfully aware of his stomach pressing on his lungs.

He wasn’t in pain; in fact, there was something satisfying about feeling his stomach churn and groan and process such a huge amount of blood. He’d been empty, or close to it, for so long, his body so starved for blood that regular food was digested at an accelerated rate, leaving him with hunger pangs mere hours after having a full meal.

But this was… lingering. Satisfying. Something he’d started to doubt would ever be possible for him.

His train of thought was de-railed as Elliott put a single fingertip against his side. The soft, stretched-out flesh barely reacted as he applied the pressure, but as he pulled his finger back and released it, Felix’s tummy wobbled from side to side, acting a lot like the water balloon it felt like.

Felix hummed under his breath, feeling everything – everything – as his stomach trembled inside.

Another trickling gurgle ran through his belly. The impulse to swallow washed sluggishly over him, but before he could do anything about it, a soft burp tickled at the back of his throat, rolling out over his tongue.

"Oh... gosh," he squeaked.

Elliott’s hand splayed over the top of Felix’s stomach, stiff with surprise.

Eyes watering, Felix pinned his gaze on the ceiling. He wanted to cover his face with his hands, but his silly arms felt like jelly. It felt as though the world had shifted on its axis, landing him in an alternative reality where he held even less mystery in Elliott’s eyes. Besides the queasy ones that always found their way out during a vomiting session, he had never burped in front of Elliott before.  

This wasn’t fair. There was very little spasming in his belly or throat, so the gas had simply slipped out of him like it’d been pressed out by an outside force. There was just no room left for it.

“Par – pardon me,” Felix murmured as an afterthought.

“Sorry if that was my fault,” Elliott said. He lifted his hand from Felix’s belly. “Should I stop?”

Felix turned his head to look at Elliott’s idle hand and let out a resigned sigh. He was in for a penny, now; what difference would a pound make? “Do whatever you want, darling. It’s not as though there’s much I can do to stop you.”

“Wait. Are you angry with me?”

“What? No.”

“Something is wrong,” Elliott observed. “Are you sure you're feeling well? Are you in pain?”

“No.”

“Well, then, talk to me.”

“I had never…” Felix mumbled off the rest of his complaint, face blazing with heat. He was kind of grateful for the blush; at least Elliott would be able to tell that he was ashamed of what he'd done.

Elliott just stared blankly at him. “What?”

“Oh, my gosh. IhadneverburpedinfrontofyoubeforenandnowI’membarrassed,” Felix blurted out. “Alright?”

It was a half-truth; Elliott had heard Felix expel gas from his mouth more times than Felix was willing to recall, during his many vomiting sessions over the past few months. But this was different. He wasn't nauseous. He should have had more control over himself.

“Embarrassed?” Elliott chuckled like he'd been told an amazing joke. He smoothed a hand over Felix's arm. “Fee, you don’t ever have to be embarrassed with me. Especially not over this. I’ve burped around you lots of times.”

“No,” Felix complained miserably, “you haven’t.”

Elliott’s lips parted, as though he were about to give an example of a time when he had, but his eyes glazed over slightly as the gears turned in his head. “Well… perhaps I haven’t.”

Felix hummed in disappointment. He would have liked to be proven wrong.

“Give me a moment.”

Elliott raised his shoulder from the bed slightly, as though he were halfway into a sit-up. His defined stomach clenched visibly under the fabric of his shirt. He took the hand from Felix’s belly and curled it over the inward curve of his own. Then he inclined his chin and he pressed a little harder…

A low, swishing gurgle made Felix’s ears prick up.

Elliott opened his mouth to release a low, controlled belch, snapping his jaw shut as soon as he was done. Then he relaxed his shoulders into the bed again.

“There,” he said breezily, brushing his fingertips over his stomach muscles. “We’re even now.”

Felix could only gaze at his partner's face. His head didn't feel like it was going to burst into blame anymore, and the strained grumbling of his stomach didn't snag his attention quite as abruptly now.

There was just the two of them.

[bellasx]

01-Discovering cupid

Bam!

Your door bust open as Yeri stood at the entrance of your room.

You were unaware and was still deep into your slumber.

Yeri saw that up on though the loud banging from the door you still didn't wake up.

It was know to your roomates that your a very deep sleeper and nothing I mean nothing could wake you up that easily.

Meaning Yeri had to think of lots of plans to wake you up.

She smirked to herself as she thought of a plan that there was no way you weren't going to wake up.

She bounced on you bed and on top of you making you groan.

"Ouch!" You whined.

"Wakey wakey baby!.....Chaeyoung wants us to come to a meeting room at the company in 20MINS!! SO GET UP!" Yeri yelled in you ears.

"5 more minutes" you said in a sleepy voice.

"No 5more minutes even 20mins isn't going to be enough for you to get dressed....now get up!" Yeri instructed.

"Me and the rest are going....you'll come meet us right?" Yeri asked you saying the right a bit louder.

"Right! Now get off me" you said and Yeri got off you before leaving your room.

"And don't go back to sleep!" She Instructed before closing the door behind her.

Was that instruction meant for yn?

I don't think so because she went back to sleep right away.

10mins later....

"What's the time?"

"I know Chaeyoung unnie said not to curse but Holy Molly Shit!...I have just 10mins left!" Yn said grabbing her hair infrustration.

She immediately got put of bed and did her morning routine.

Jiheon tapped her feets nervously on the floor as the look on the ceos face was impatient.

"God why didn't I wake her up and soon as I woke up" she mumbled to herself.

Knock knock.

Everyone's attention directed towards the door as the knock was heard.

The person walked in...yn

"So sorry I'm late..." she said with an apologetic look bowing down.

"No worries...but try to improve on your time management...have a sit" the ceo said and motioned for yn to sit down.

She sat down next to Yeri.

Looking around were camera.

They were here to record them.The video was probably going to very edited and uploaded.

The ceo started to speak.

"The lineup consists of 6-members, Yeri,Chaeyoung,NingNing, Jiheon,Yuna And yn,the six of you" the ceo stated.

Your eyes widened as he mentioned you debuting as part of the girl group.

"Well the concept is going to be Y2K and maybe teen crush something similar to newjeans but with much differences...." the ceo added.

"But the thing is I haven't come up with any name yet" the ceo sighed knowing that a group without a name would be stupid.

He started to zone out maybe he was thinking.

Everyone in the room also started to think.

"How bout CUPID?" You said quite excited about your idea.

"Cupid? Why cupid?" The ceo asked raising an eyebrow.

"I dunno either,Cupid is the name of my favourite song you know the song made by fifty fifty and besides our concept has teen crush in it!" You explained and the ceo nodded understanding.

Chaeyoung was about to nudge yns shoulder to keep her shut but got caught off guard when the ceo suddenly said this.

"That's cute...and it's a good idea! The name fits the concept!,You have a good reason" the ceo said smiling widely.

The managers eyes widened as it's their first time they're seeing the ceo smiling this much.

"So the groups name is cupid what about the fandom and official colour?" He asked curious to see what the teenager had in her mind.

"Umm the fandom should be something that's correlated to cupid so maybe loves,The official color should be pink and red like valentine" you explained and the ceo smiled.

"Wait! Would you guys like to have your own Instagram like individually or you're not okay with that?" He asked.

"I'm fine with that so we can have a way to communicate with fans,What about you guys?" You asked the other members.

They all agreed.

"Well lastly The positions?" He asked Instrested in the conversation.

"Umm how bout we vote,there will be six bowls for each members so when we say the positions all we have to do is vote for who suits the position more" you suggested and everyone agreed.

The staffs got six bowls and papers and you all started to vote.

Leader-Chaeyoung (5 votes)

Main vocalist-NingNing(4 votes)

Lead vocalist-Yeri,Jiheon(4 votes)

Main rapper-Chaeyoung (5 votes)

Lead rapper-Yn (5 votes)

Main dancer-Yn (5 votes)

Lead dancer- Yuna(4 votes)

Centre-Yn (5 votes)

"Great so we'll be taking video teasers tomorrow and plan the debut mayhe next week?" He suggested mot wanting every thing to be rushed.

Everyone agreed and they all bowed down to leave the meeting room.

Oh boy were you about to revive the lecture of your life from Chaeyoung when you get home.

Cupid || Next || Masterlist

[snowcandyz]

Random Obey Me! Headcanon #4

Genre: Fluff and a little bit of angst for Simeon's

There are TONS of Belphie HCs in this :3

Everyone has to take turns waking up Belphie every morning. Belphie's favourite morning wake-up call is MC. If MC woke him up, he'd greet the day with a huge smile plastered on his face. But if it's his brothers, or more importantly, Lucifer, he'll most probably frown out of annoyance until he sees MC at the dining table for breakfast. Only then would his mood lighten up a little bit.

However, the brothers aren't really offended by Belphie's double standard. In fact, they find it cute. He may not seem like it, by a sulking Belphie is the cutest Belphie that the brothers can all agree on. Of course, never tell him this, or else the House of Lamentation will be engulfed in flame the second they turn away from the seventh-born.

Since Mammon is used to sneaking up and around the house, looking for anything to sell, he's also used to eavesdropping on his brothers. Most of the time, it was intentional, but there are times when it's purely accidental. And every time he heard that his brothers lost something important to them, Mammon would take it upon himself to try and search for it. Anything to make sure his brothers are okay again. Though, sometimes, they interpreted it as Mammon stealing their items in the first place. Poor Mammon...

Anytime Beel has something important going on in his life, like exams or interviews or fangol matches, he'd wear something gifted from each of his brothers: a wristwatch from Lucifer, a belt from Mammon, a pen from Satan, a cologne from Asmo, a notepad from Levi and a self-sewn handkerchief from Belphie. He thinks of these items as a lucky charm.

Aside from working as Diavolo's virtual petsitter, Levi also has another side income where he'll offer electronic device repair services. He has made fortunes with it. He's even RAD's official Head Technician once, but Diavolo had to let him go because Levi became too occupied with his jobs to even study properly.

To improve Beel and Belphie's horrible art skills, Lucifer asked Levi to 'tutor' or teach them the basics of drawing and colouring. Though it wasn't really an important thing to improve on, Lucifer wanted them to at least pass their art subject because that's the only subject that both of them failed in.

And Belphie's horrible drawing skills affected a tiny bit of his test mark (not enough to bring his grade down to A- or anything, though), but Lucifer still wants Belphie to improve his drawing skills.

Simeon adores the brothers so much that when they fall, Simeon has to cope with the sadness by writing letters to Lucifer and his brothers. Of course, he could never afford to send the letters to them, so he had to keep them in a small box under his bed. The content of the letters was just him talking about his days and wishing that someday, a miracle would happen where those letters are suddenly being replied to. (Good for him, he'll meet them again in the future)

Since Belphie sleeps almost every time of the day, he will wake up after midnight to finish his homework. If he's still sleepy, he'll do his work faster with messier handwriting (which didn't affect his marks AT ALL!), but if Belphie's wide awake from the excessive napping, he'll do his homework properly.

On certain occasions that the brothers had the chance to witness Belphie doing his homework like this, they would want to give something to him. Whether a hot drink, a snack, several pats on his head, a blanket or just a pen, they'll find absolutely anything to indirectly say, 'Good job, Belphie!' to the seventh-born.

What am I if not writing family fluff, right? uwu

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[imtrashraccoon]

Hello! It's me again with another drabble! This is the first of five or six planned bonus chapters (?). For a slight change of pace, I wrote this one from Papyrus' POV as it seemed a bit more entertaining, but let me know if you liked this or not?

Timewise, this takes place a little over a month or two after the humans fell into the Underground, somewhere between Day 7: First Kiss and before Day 10: Dress Up.

First Day, Previous Day, & Bonus Two.

Bonus 1: Scarfs Part 2

Papyrus finished buckling the last strap, securing his chestplate to his person, before turning to the dresser to put on his gloves and scarf. He was rather proud of his armour, especially because it was unique, thanks to Sans helping him model it after a character from a comic book. Over the years, he'd had to improve it or do repairs whenever someone got a lucky hit on him, however, certain elements had always remained the same like the colour scheme and his favorite red scarf.

Speaking of which, his scarf was missing. He knew he had it yesterday after getting home from work, and after changing out of his armour, he'd put it on the dresser with his gloves like he always did. Had he misplaced it?

As unlikely as this was, he couldn't rule out the possibility all together, despite how meticulously organized he always was. He was of the belief that everything had its place and that was where it should be.

He started looking around just in case. He did remember being rather tired last night so maybe he'd just slipped up? He frowned and shook his head. As if... He didn't mess things up, he was the Great and Terrible Papyrus!

His scarf wasn't in the washing machine or dryer. It didn't seem to be anywhere in his room or in the bathroom either. It didn't make sense to be downstairs, but it was the only other place he could've left it.

Had someone stolen his scarf?

Sans would often try to pull pranks to mess with him, but he should know better than steal his favorite scarf. Usually his pranks were more obnoxious or messy though. Like there would be a ransom note demanding some stupid fee in exchange for seeing his scarf in one piece again or something.

He wouldn't put it past Frisk to take something without asking as they were a child. They may not know better or may not realize this was a big deal to him. Still, they were a smart kid and seemed to have a decent sense of social cues, plus, you were very proactive in taking care of them. There was no way you wouldn't notice if they'd stolen it.

That left you as the only remaining possible culprit. Unlike the other two, you had a more believable motive. He remembered that you really liked how soft his scarf was and had even called his armour cool. Still, you were also smart, as evidenced by how quickly you'd managed to convince him and his brother to spare you and Frisk. He liked to think you were smart enough to know stealing from anyone, let alone him, was a pretty bad idea though.

He found you and Frisk where he expected you'd be - in the living room. Frisk was playing with Doomfanger by teasing her with one of those feather wands he'd bought her. The cat was absolutely fascinated and he couldn't help but smile at how cute they both were.

You were huddled up on the couch with a blanket and a book. Normally that wasn't suspicious, however, you were practically cocooned in the blanket like you were freezing cold, despite the temperature in the house being rather warm. You also hadn't acknowledged him like you usually did whenever he entered the same room. He hadn't exactly been trying to be quiet either.

He narrowed his eye sockets suspiciously and stalked up behind you. He was an expert at moving silently when he wanted and despite how much you hated it, he found it quite funny to sneak up and startle you. Maybe it was slightly cruel, but he really liked how you sometimes jumped from the shock and how your surprise would morph into anger. You were especially cute when annoyed at him and he really couldn't help teasing you about it.

That was his intention this time as well and he was just about to hug you, when he spotted the reason you were this huddled up in the first place. Hidden underneath the blanket was his red scarf, although it was mostly covered save for a gap where the blanket had bunched weirdly by your neck.

"Oh You Did Not..."

You let out a cute little gasp when he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, crossing over your chest and gripping your upper arms firmly. He was careful not to dig his claws into your skin too much but it was a bit tricky as he hadn't put his gloves on yet.

"Thought You Were So Sneaky, Huh, Precious?" he whispered in your ear.

He could see how quickly the realization that he knew what you'd done dawned on you. It was slightly cathartic to watch your eyes widen and your cheeks turn pink with embarrassment. He wasn't content leaving this here though, no, he was going to take this even further.

"Yeah..." you murmured. "I'm sorry for taking it, but I really like your scarf." Glancing up at him over your shoulder, you asked, "Any chance I could borrow it for longer...?"

He didn't miss the way your blush deepened slightly and he couldn't help the smirk that now graced his skull.

"I Do Not Take Kindly To People Stealing From Me..."

He could hear your heartrate steadily increasing the longer he kept you trapped like this. It was a bit strange that you hadn't even tried to get away, even if you were completely trapped, he had expected you would at least try.

You struggled to speak for a moment, opening and closing your mouth as you tried to say anything at all. "...I didn't actually steal your scarf..." you finally muttered. Although it was apparent that you knew how weak of an excuse this was when you couldn't make eye contact with him.

He hummed softly and shook his head. "Then, What Do You Call This? Because 'Temporarily Borrowing Without Asking' Is The Same Thing At The End Of The Day..." He loved the shocked look you gave him when he said that. It seems he'd taken your next excuse right out of your mouth.

You squirmed a little bit but predictably, couldn't get out of his grip, even if you weren't currently tangled up in the blanket on top of everything. "Look, you can have it back if you care that much..." you grumbled.

He clicked his tongue at how quickly your tone had gone from embarrassed to annoyed. That wouldn't do... You were the one in the wrong here and it seemed he would have to subtly remind you of that fact.

"Oh I Care A Lot, Precious~" he purred. "There Are Consequences For People Who Cross Me...And I Happen To Be Quite Creative When It Comes To Punishments..." He could hear your heart skip a beat at that.

"Oh This Was Turning Out Deliciously."

You glanced at where Frisk was still playing with Doomfanger, they didn't seem to have noticed the exchange somewhat surprisingly, but he tilted your head back to look at him again. You seemed worried about something but not actually scared, thankfully.

"Tell You What," he whispered. "I Know A Way To Make This All Go Away..." He could see the curiousity flicker in your eyes and couldn't seem to wipe the smirk off of his face.

"You do?" you asked softly.

He nodded in an admittedly smarmy kind of way. Moving his hand from your chin, he cupped your cheek and leaned closer to your face. He paused for a moment and when you gave him a slight nod, pressed a slow but gentle kiss to your lips.

He was fully aware that his sharp teeth could seriously hurt you if he wasn't careful. Still, this wasn't a new issue, although some of his previous lovers had actually preferred if he was rough, you were much softer than anyone else. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you afterall...

Your skin was absolutely addicting to touch, even if he'd only had limited contact so far. You were squishy and yet there was a certain firmness at the same time. You'd explained that you had a whole skeleton that held everything together which was more than a little mind blowing for him.

When he finally pulled away from the kiss, he took an unbridled amount of satisfaction in seeing how flushed and out of breath you were. It just gave him a small thrill whenever he could see the effect he had on you.

"Positively Adorable..."

He finally let go of your shoulders and drew back slightly, but not before whispering one more thing. "Could I Have My Scarf Back Before I Have To Leave For Work, Precious?"

You were apparently stunned speechless and could only nod in response. There was a hint of a frown on your face though, but he wasn't about to leave the house without an important part of his uniform. Not even if you begged him...

Probably not anyways.

[ranticore]

hello... 5-15 of those asks if you'd like for John (any iteration!) and Nico... hehe

yay 🧡

5. Is there any significance behind their hair color? 

not really lol. john's hair is brown because it's the most common hair colour, nico [pascal's object of obsession from 2017 inver] has black hair because i wanted to further visually distinguish him from bowman. both have visible grey streaks because it's an easy way to help define the shape of the hair when drawing it

6. Is there any significance behind their eye color? 

yes but only in that they (and all my characters) have brown eyes because i got tired of ppl seemingly on purpose avoiding brown eyes for their interesting characters. so i only make brown-eyed characters on purpose. the only exception is cuinn (harpy) because he has albinism but typical members of his species have dark brown eyes.

7. Is there any significance behind their height? 

yes, john is my height on purpose (5'4") and nico is 5'3" because i'd unintentionally made my previous trans man characters pretty tall so i thought well let's make one who is short hashtag representation

8. What (if anything) do you relate to within their character/story? 

i relate to john because i'm also a beautiful brunette who sucks so much. nico is unrelatable to me because he's a cop (he's not really but the plot does follow a buddy cop format)

9. Are they based off of you, in some way? 

john from long long ago (2011, my first major setting) was a direct self insert thus the similarities in appearance. he has some parts of me in him because he's my main dnd character and it's hard not to project when doing 5 hour improv sessions once a week but he has never been less like me tbh. nico ehhh not really, we don't align personality-wise because i would not tolerate pascal for more than 5 seconds without wanting to hit him with my car

10. If they have an LI, how much of their character is tailored to be compatible to that person? 

for john yeah 100%, they were made for each other. the angle i'm going with for their arc is a "perfectly synchronous" relationship being no protection for some bad shit going down between them, showing that if two people are SOO perfectly made for one another, it can often lead to one person taking the other for granted, assuming they can predict how the other person will react in any given situation, and ultimately it all results in a messy breakdown of communication.

for nico i meannnnnnnn he is a horse trainer and pascal is a horse so there is that, but in terms of personality they are intentionally very opposed and clash frequently, get on each other's nerves, fight, and not always smooth over those incidences. they are not very compatible.

11. Did you know what the OC’s sexuality would be at the time of their creation? 

yep

12. What have you found to be most difficult about creating art for your OC (any form of art: writing, drawing, edits, etc.)? 

I'm going to be real with u I could draw and write John in my sleep. Nico i find difficult to write, I have a hard time finding his voice. The ranger uniform also annoys me.

13. How far past the canon events that take place in their world have you extended their story, if at all? 

john as a dnd character has no future whatsoever aside from a planned multiclass, he could fall off a cliff next session and die idk. Nico is one of the few characters i haven't thought much about post-canon, i don't feel like it's relevant.

14. If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be? 

john: 1. literally just say the first thing that comes to mind, always. 2. keep em guessing

nico: 1. hes scared of boats and this is surprisingly relevant, i keep forgetting it lol. 2. i try to keep in mind my studies of horse trainers & their work, how they interact with their animals and what subtle body language they might use; these are people who frequently have to convince giant frightened animals that they are in charge here, this translates into how they hold themselves, how they speak, how they approach conflict etc.

15. What is something about your OC can make you laugh? 

john's secret fear which we have discussed in dms (iykyk)

nico let himself get tricked into going on a theme park date with pascal while on duty and didn't even realise until afterwards that it was an elaborate setup of fabricated evidence all so that pascal could get him in the tunnel of love

[writingbyshiloh]

Cheese Cake

Raymond Reddington x fem!Reader

Warnings: Mention handcuffs for arresting someone.

AN: No beta! First time writing something close to an action scene. I put the Red tag list at the bottom :-)

Word Count: 905

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You flip your wrist to check your watch before looking at Reddington a frown forming on your face. 

“Honestly, you should try acupuncture! It helps improve sleep, digestion, your mood” Reddington said, the last part is a dig at you and your bad mood. 

You couldn't help it. Your unsure feelings solidified into a massive crush on the man. And rather than let him figure that out you decided it was best to put up a wall. 

“A source” you lock your eyes with him, trying to hint that he was the source, “said that there would, uh, be a guest at this restaurant. A very important guest”.

“I’m sure the guest will show up. She has a fondness for the cheesecake here. It is also possible this source as you call him, wanted to spend the evening with a gorgeous lady” he murmured. 

You felt butterflies in your stomach as a result of the complement, which you tried to push down. You were sure he was flirting to keep cover and tried your best to believe it. 

A small smile crept over your face, not able to hide how the compliment made you feel. This made him lean across the table closer to you. If anyone was watching the two of you they would have assumed you two were on a date. 

“It's true,” he said gently “Where did you get your dress? The cut and colour suit you perfectly” 

“Thank you” you smoothed a non-existent wrinkle on your dress. “You look nice as well”. It was true, he was in one of his three-piece suits, hat and jacket in coat check. 

His lips turn upwards in a smile. You take a sip of your water, racking your brain for more conversation topics. 

“I do wonder where you’re keeping your gun though,” Reddington said eyes wandering your frame shamelessly. 

“Purse,” you said, nodding to your bag with your head.  

“You may want to get it ready my dear, your guest just walking in”. 

You subtly glanced around the table, trying to spot the reflection of the criminal behind you. 

“I’m going power my nose, gimme two minutes,” you said, grabbing your purse. As you left the table you saw Reddintion smile at your mix of formal and slang. 

You hung back a few steps but followed the woman to the bathroom. In the large mirrors, you fished around in your bag, pretending to look for lipstick, subtly looking under the stalls to see if you were alone. You noticed the criminal at the sink, fishing around her bag too. You notice her rub her lips together. 

“Want to borrow mine?” You ask, testing the waters to see if she suspects you as an FBI agent. 

“Really? Thank you so much, Honey.” She replied, holding out a hand to receive it. 

As quietly was out could you pull out a set of handcuffs, swiftly clasping half around her dainty wrist. Her face switched from confused to angry in a matter of seconds, realizing what you had done. 

Swiftly you moved to cuff the rest around part of the bathroom stall as a place holder until you got back up. You suspected Reddington had already told them that you saw the criminal but decided to call anyway. 

In a matter of seconds, Liz burst through the door, apprehending the woman and escorting her out. You followed behind, ready to cover Liz's back if something went wrong and to get your coat from coat check. As you passed the table where you and Red sat, you glanced quickly. 

Seeing the table empty sent a wave of disappointment into your stomach. You pushed it aside and prayed that Liz didn't catch you looking. If anyone on the team were to discover your crush your money was on her. 

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Signing you rubbed your hand over your face. The integration was not going well. She was refusing to give any answers related to her brother or her whereabouts for the past few weeks. While thankful for the tip from Reddington, you wished he would have given a tip about someone more related. 

Getting up from your desk, you made your way to the break room. Once the criminal was back at the post office you changed out of high heels into sneakers but still had on your dress. 

“Any progress?” Cooper asked from behind. His voice made you jump - you thought everyone else left for the night. 

You let out a sign before answering. “Nope. I figured I’d review what information we have and try again in a few hours”. 

Cooper nodded and you topped up your mug with coffee. 

“I’m going to head out, call if you need anything,” he said, making his way to the door. “By the way, someone left a box for you in the fridge”. 

You turn around to ask for more information but Cooper was already gone. Opening the fridge, you see a take-out box. Your name is scrawled in cursive on the front. Questions filled your mind. Sure, Aram, Liz, and the others were nice but you didn’t see them leaving you a gift. 

A slice of cheesecake lay on the bottom of the box. On the top was a note

Good luck with your interrogation. I didn’t want you to miss the cheesecake - Red x

A small smile crept over your face. Maybe tonight won’t be all that bad

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Tag list: @rhepworth

[thewolvesof1998]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️

Okay so @exhuastedpigeon and @disasterbuckdiaz also sent me this but seeing as I only have 8 fics I thought I would just tag you guys in this answer!

This was sooo hard but I think I've narrowed it down, so here is my favourite five fics that I've written in no particular order:

Tapping Morse Code into your heart 

Buddie || Explicit || 2.7k

Buck can’t keep still. It was a known fact that some part of Buck’s body will be in constant motion, and when it wasn’t? You should be concerned. A bouncing knee, an elastic band wound around his fingers, head bopping, fingers tapping Morse code he had learned on a whim after Eddie told him that he knew it. So Buck can’t stay still even if his life depended on it. Or in this case an orgasm. And Eddie-well Eddie is annoyed. or Buck and Eddie use Morse Code to communicate when words can't be said.

You with the dark curls, you with the watercolour eyes

Buddie || Mature || 1.7k

Blue eyes meet his, washed out in the morning light, he's like the watercolour paintings they had seen in the museum with Chris last week, soft and fuzzy around the edges, with just a hint of bright colours. Blue like the sky, splashes of pink at his eyebrow and lips. Those lips, that still looked bruised from last night. Or The morning after Buck and Eddie finally get together.

Alright, Cowboy, Go Get 'Em

Buddie || Explicit || 16.9k

“What can I get you?” The bartender asks as Eddie slides up to the bar. “Whiskey, neat, thanks” “Make that two” A voice says from beside him, Eddie turns and takes in a black leather protection vest that’s undone over a bright blue button-down shirt. He drags his eyes up, over pale skin, an adam apple and stubble to blue eyes a shade or two lighter than his shirt. His white cowboy hat is back on, it makes the pink mark on his eyebrow stand out. There's a small smirk on his lips that Eddie does not linger on. “Evan Buckley,” He says, holding out his hand. Eddie clears his throat, “Eddie Diaz” He says shaking the offered hand, noticing the callous and firm grip before pulling back. OR What if Eddie had never left El Paso? What if Buck became a bull rider after being a ranch hand? After Eddie gets back from Afghanistan and Shannon divorces him some of his high school buddies decided to drag him to the rodeo to cheer him up. I don’t think they had in mind Eddie getting blown by a rodeo star behind the stable but it sure did improve his mood. Now Eddie can’t get Buck out of his mind and he might just become a rodeo regular.

I want you to be selfish with me

Buddie || Mature || 4.6k

When Eddie gets the call is 12.24 am. He’s lying awake in bed, trying to avoid spiralling but failing when his phone lights up, vibrating and blaring out the stupid song Buck had changed his ringtone to. “So you know it's me calling.” Eddie didn’t say that he always knew it was Buck calling even without the ringtone. Buck’s the only one that calls him this late at night, it's also the only time Buck calls since he prefers to text during the normal hours of the day. Eddie sighs, dragging a hand over his face, looks like trying and failing to fall asleep is going to have to wait. His other hand reaches for his phone, answering. “Buck,” He says, he can hear a lot of background noise, voices and music, so it’s not an ‘I woke up from a nightmare and I needed to make sure you're still alive’ call. “Eddie,” Buck slurs, drunk, “Eds, Eds, did I wake you?” or Buck called Eddie while drunk and Eddie ends up using some of his military training to save him.

and the fic that started it all:

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown

Buddie || Teen || 826

Rage, like a broken window to an oxygen-deprived room that’s already in flames, explodes within him and almost takes him out. He resists the urge to slam the phone’s receiver into the wall until it's just fragments of plastic that dig into the palm of his hand, drawing blood. He breathes through his nose and then out of his mouth and repeats that until he gets himself under control.

or Eddie's in Jail and he almost calls Buck.

Thanks for your asks! xxx