#and I am glad hes being normal about it and was incredibly gentle with me but :( yknow?

[bucket-o-slime]

fuckfuckfuck

[coffeelovesdramasalatte]

LITA Ep 3 Rewatch Thoughts Pt. 2

Part 1 here!

Ok I am HERE for this encouragement - I love that Phayu is always supportive of Rain's academic talents

Apparently Rain is not immune to Phayu's pout either. Good, a relationship should be built on equality

pls observe this cutie omfg no wonder Phayu can't take his eyes off him

i genuinely feel like this shot did something to my brain chemistry. i kid you not one of my main goals in life is to have someone do this to me (by which I mean I want to be in Rain's position). I would also ignore homework and all my responsibilities if someone looked at and held me like that pls

P'Aon so true, Boss WAS smiling like an idiot (in love)

Poor Rain, these were famous last words :( (I too have uttered them many a time until I realized I am not a nap-taker)

ETHEREAL

Is this a rock cover of flight of the bumblebee playing in the background??? POOR RAIN HE STAYED UP ALL NIGHT TO DO THIS :((((

Ok but this is actually a very important lesson that I'm glad they included. It's true that Rain finished the work on time, but he also should have ensured he got enough sleep and made it to the presentation on time. He's still in his first year so he has a lot of time to grow. The actual important line is this one below.

It was a harsh way of phrasing it, but it's true. Setbacks are a very normal part of life and everyone makes "mistakes" (missing deadlines, not being able to finish a project, etc). I put that in quotes because sometimes, these things are at no fault of the person. It is possible to put 100% of your effort into finishing something and not get it done (which, aside from Rain's poor time management, he actually did put in a lot of effort to this project). Failing at something even after putting in a lot of hard work sucks, but being able to pick up after that and still work hard is what makes a person successful. I related extra hard to this scene because I failed a class in my major during my first year of college even though all I did was study, and it put me back a full year bc it's only offered certain semesters and was required to move forward in the degree. I took it again the following year and was smarter about how I studied and even still, I almost failed again. But I liked my major enough to keep at it and somehow still managed to graduate on time and now I'm in grad school, so... (that was an unnecessary story but to reiterate, failure is normal and ok)

AWW look at him putting on a facade for his friends... I think it's interesting that he doesn't confide in Sky here

but instead flies to the garage... Even I questioned this

P'Saifah is a good bro, calling Phayu immediately to come comfort his in-law. Phayu is good here too, immediately grabbing his things to come running

I think I speak for all of us when I say watching Phayu ride in the heavy rain was nerve-wracking bc we were expecting an accident or something

OK this scene. THIS SCENE. Utterly perfect in every way, from the moment concerned Phayu walks through the door to see a drenched, teary Rain waiting for him. Something blue-yellow is going on here too methinks

There's something so incredibly intimate about the way Phayu crouches down to Rain's level, and then beckons him into his arms. His words too are so gentle, and he just holds Rain as he cries.

As opposed to many other sweet scenes, this sequence + the one after Rain comes out of the bathroom is actually the one that makes me most jealous of PhayuRain. There is nothing more valuable than having someone you can fall apart into and trust that they'll hold the pieces of you together. And honestly, in the grand scheme of things Rain didn't mess up horribly - it feels monumental to him bc it's probably the first time he's missed a deadline. It's important that Phayu still treats the situation with the gravity of something more serious, bc it shows how much he cares. And after Rain has calmed down, he advises him on how to do better next time without sugarcoating, but also sharing that he experienced similar things during his days as a student.

I'mma need Rain to zip it bc he looks perfect, as usual

I really like the framing in this scene where he's looking into the mirror and then introspecting "why did I put up a front with other people and then cry in front of him? idk but I'm thankful" - he's reflecting mentally and physically!!!

Can't believe a drama is out here giving important life lessons but I'm here for it. I also like that Phayu shows a bit of vulnerability by sharing that he got criticized too, and that Rain will be able to recover from it.

HEADPAT x 2

This is another set of shots that altered my brain chemistry. Who taught them to look at each other like this, hm? Rain looks so vulnerable and Phayu might as well be cradling Rain's soul in his hands ft. headpat

The way Rain tilts his head up? Exquisite

I'd also feel very motivated if I was in Rain's place. Phayu actually makes another few interesting points here - he says what's done is done, and then tells Rain to not dwell on it and take care of himself. Interestingly enough (story time pt 2 you can skip if you want). I watched this scene very soon after I missed a paper submission deadline for a conference. It's not the biggest deal, especially because my professor knew it was a big ask to finish an entire research project in the timeline he gave me and he wasn't even remotely upset about it (long story short I only had 2 weeks notice to flesh out the idea, get the data, analyze the data, and write the research paper - but you can't really control how long things take you when you do research bc the point is that it hasn't been done before). So even though no one reprimanded me, I still felt really upset bc I had made up my mind that I was going to do this impossible task and couldn't. To hear Phayu's reminder that I can be upset but I shouldn't spend too long being sad to the point I neglect to take care of myself was honestly nice. It also helped to put things into perspective that yes, I couldn't submit to this particular conference, but there are so many that happen all the time so it's not like the research is wasted - just pull yourself together and try for the next one. Anyways, I'm done treating y'all like my personal diary now <3

Yay, Rain feels comforted and finally smiles! It's like seeing the sun after a storm (literally) AND something yellow-blue is happening here

Post-credits garage brothers content!! This exchange is hilarious bc P'Saifah goes 'ah [Rain] is in the palm of your hand' as Rain's leaving, but then the show makes it literal bc Phayu's holding a picture of Rain in his palm via the phone screen, which also signifies to the viewer that Phayu is also in the palm of Rain's hand. Again, we love relationships built on equality hehe

I love that they let us see the moment Phayu decided to pursue Rain (he's looking at the picture of Rain on his phone for the first time - though I do question why the senior just randomly sent him a photo of Rain? Like at this point Phayu is an alumni of the frat so why just send an isolated photo of a freshman to him?? we'll never know I guess)

And that's episode 3! If you made it this far, I hope at least some of this was entertaining! Have a lovely day or night, whenever you're reading this <3 See you in the next one!!

[beaker1636]

G is for 'Guy'brator - Ryan

A/N: This one is a dosey, but I personally found it to be hot. It is not very often that you see sub Ryan in a smut fic so that is kind of the route that I took and I won't lie, I found it incredibly sexy. This is freshly typed and unedited like always but enjoy the next segment of The Alphabet Game!

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“Vin asked that we all leave him and Carlotta alone for a few days, but he told me what your letter is Ryan,” Rick sends through the group chat, knowing that Vinny has already muted it so that he won't receive any messages until he is ready.

“What’s up with them, everything is okay hopefully,” Justin responds back rather quickly, despite not being as close with Vinny he is worried about him.

“She had a bit of a breakdown last night about everything.  Her stress from work, the comments on the photos of her yesterday, family shit… anyways he decided to make her take a couple sick days and they’re going on a mini getaway trip to help her reset.  Which I agree is probably a good idea.  Anyways, Ryan your letter G is for ‘guy’brator, he said they dropped the device off to Ari already so….” Rick responds, not sure what else he should say.

“I am glad he is helping her with everything, he seemed really worried about her yesterday when I talked to him.  Let him know if they need anything I will help with whatever,” Chris responds back, wanting the message to be given to Vin.

“Same from me Rick, anything they need at all.  And thanks for my letter I guess?” Ryan responds back with, not sure what else to say.

“I will let Vin know you guys said that, he did mention she finally agreed to move in with him last night so I am sure that they will need help with that soon.  He felt it would help her a little bit if they were together and shit, and I agree.” Rick responded back, nobody else sent a message unsure what they should say next.

Later

“Hey baby, how was work today?” Ryan kisses your forehead quick when you step towards him in the kitchen before turning back towards the stove where he is working on dinner for you both.

“Hmm, not great, not awful.  The meeting did not go how I wanted to at all, but it could have been much worse too,” you answer, wrapping your arms around his back in a hug as you press your face against his back.  You are craving the closeness of being near him, wanting that touch and comfort after a long day of work.

You both continue to talk as he finishes cooking, and as you both eat your dinner on the couch, not being bothered to sit at the table tonight.  

Your plates are both on the coffee table in front of you and you find yourself on his lap sideways, your face pressed in his neck as you just curl up with him, finding comfort in his gentle touches and you leaving a couple soft kisses on his neck.

“I’m not sure what is making you so clingy tonight but this is honestly kind of nice,” Ryan murmurs in your ear softly, a hand resting on your thigh while his other arm is wrapped around your waist, holding you on his lap closely.

“I don’t know, I just want to be close to you tonight.  If it becomes too much just let me know,” you answer softly, moving to look at him, catching his eyes with your own.

Something changes and you find yourself moving to straddle his lap, looking at him in the dim lighting of the lamp in the room, before deciding you want to kiss him.  The kiss is soft, gentle, neither of you rushing it because in this moment it just feels right to enjoy this quiet moment without the normal urgency that is between the two of you.

His lips lightly part, along with your own as it becomes slightly needier but still gentle, his tongue slowly meeting yours, in no hurry to move things forward.  The two of you continue like this for several minutes, like the first time the two of you did something and were scared to move things too quickly.

His arms moves, resting on your lower back to hold you in his lap while the other threads in your hair to hold you in place as you kiss, not wanting you to break the kiss.  It starts to get more heated and you find yourself rolling your hips against his, both of you gasping at the friction that it creates between the both of you.  You continue to slowly move against him, building until his hands find your ass under your skirt, helping you continue your movements against him along and quicker, both of you much needier.  

“Why don’t you go to the room, we will lose our clothing,” you suggest, pulling away from him. “Lay down on your back and close your eyes for me, I’ll bring our new toy in for us in a second.”

You move to slide off his lap, letting him get up as he eyes you slightly suspiciously for a moment before you turn your back.  You feel the shark sting of his hand on your ass making you jump, and then hear that he is stepping away down the hallway towards your bedroom.

You know that he more than likely is going to fight you big time on what you are planning to do but you hope that it will be worth it for him when you do it.  Grabbing the toy out of your bag you give him a few moments before you make your way down the hallway.

When you step inside your bedroom you are happy to find that he has the lamp on rather than the harsh overhead light. He also has done as you asked and was laid down naked, his eyes closed on the mattress.

Reaching into the night stand where you two keep your toys you pull out the metal handcuffs smiling to yourself, knowing that he is going to be pissed at you the second he realizes that you are putting them on him.  You gently grab one of his hands, putting the metal around it and closing it.  His eyes fly open when he realizes what is going on, fighting you as you put the other one around his other wrist.

“What the fuck are you doing? This is not what we use them for,” he exclaims, fighting you but giving up once the second one is on, glaring at you.

“Lay still, I have decided I am going to be in charge for once.  The ‘guy’brator they gave me was a vibrating cock ring and I would enjoy getting to mess with you for once.  Let me blow your mind tonight Ry,” you say softly as you step away from him, showing the little piece of silicone that is in your hand. 

“You are so in for it when you let me out, I hope you know that,” he spits at you.  His annoyance is showing, he isn’t overly dominant with you but he still likes calling the shots, being in charge of the scene so giving that to you is really annoying him.

He watches you closely as you begin to strip yourself of your shirt, slowly sliding it up over your head as you keep your eyes on him, watching his reactions.  When you are satisfied that he is enjoying the show you slip your skirt off, making sure that you bend down with your back towards him, giving him a good view of your ass in your panties as you do so.  

“Come on baby, take the rest off for me,” Ryan whines, enjoying your show but ready to see all of you.

You slip your bra off, moving your hands to cup your breasts, moving to play with your own nipples as he was forced to watch you enjoy yourself while he can’t touch you.

“You’re fucking cruel, you know that?” He asks, watching your movements closely.  Wanting you to touch yourself and growing frustrated that you aren’t.

“You talk like that and I’ll leave you handcuffed and just fuck myself with the dildo, not touching you at all,” you fire back, hoping that he will lose the attitude. “But good, you are hard, why don’t we put the ring on and see what you think.” You ask teasingly, moving to sit on the bed in only your panties.

You give him a couple soft, slow, teasing strokes with your hand taking full advantage of being in the position to bother him before you slip the ring on his base, giving him time to adjust to the foreign feeling.

“It doesn’t hurt does it?” you ask him softly as you start to stroke his cock again, still on the slow side while you wait for an answer.

“It’s tight but no, it’s different,” he answers, eyes on you as you pick up your pace.  Grabbing some lube from the drawer that the handcuffs came from you spread it on him, allowing you to work your hand better on him as you bring him close to the edge, stopping when he is close. 

You stop, moving to slip a hand in your panties between your folds as you give him time to calm back down, knowing that the show is going to drive him nuts.  

“Fuck Ryan, it’s too bad that you can’t feel how wet it is making me to watch you helplessly lay there, knowing that the ring is making you harder and more sensitive than you have been before,” you say, making eye contact as you slip the damp article of clothing down your legs.  Spreading them to give him a good view of the wetness of your folds as your run your fingers along your clit.

“Should I turn the vibrations on, see what you think of that?” You ask as you lean forward to do just that, smirking when you see his head roll back for a second at the sudden new sensation on him.  You move to start stroking him again, while continuing to tease yourself with your own hand until you can tell that he is close yet again.  You shut off the vibrations and stop moving your hand yet again, him groaning and cursing you out when the feeling goes away yet again.

“Baby, this is the hardest I have been in my life.  Please, I need to be inside you, I need to cum, please,” he begs you as he watches you start to finger yourself, giving himself a show as you thrust your own fingers inside yourself, getting off on knowing that he is watching you so close right now.

“I don’t know, you we’re getting pretty mouthy with me, maybe I need to teach you what happens when you are mouthy,” you say back, making eye contact as you let out a breathy moan, getting close yourself as you continue to work your fingers inside yourself.

“Fuck, I’ll be a good boy just fuck, please ride me,” he whines, looking at you closely hoping that it will be enough to get you to agree.

His words leave you speechless for a moment, he has never spoken to you like that, in fact he usually makes you beg for it, calls you a good girl.  It takes you a few seconds to process his words, and you decide that rather than answer to just climb on top of him.  You line him up with yourself before you sink down on him slowly. 

Both of you let out moans, you because he feels even bigger than he has ever felt inside of you and him because you feel so tight and wet, he is so needy that you feel better than he remembers.  Starting to rock your hips on his you both let out gasps, both of you giving up as you start to really work yourself on top of his cock.

“Fuck baby, let my hands go please.  Let me play with your clit, get you to cum all over my dick as you ride me,” He breathes out, hoping that you will agree.

Without thinking you do, reaching down you take them off of his wrists.  That was a mistake, the second you have them off of him he grabs your hips and flips the two of you over.  One of his hands settles around your throat, applying pressure while you watch him shocked. 

“And you thought that you we’re in charge, baby.  Maybe I should edge you now, let you get close but not close enough as I toy with your pretty pussy, make you beg for it,” he grunts out, feeling you get wetter at the suggestion. He knows that you can’t answer him and he enjoys that, wanting to see you struggle a little just like he did.

He lets go and you take a few rapid breaths, but quickly throw your head back as he himself reaches down to turn the vibrations back on knowing that if he does it just right that it’ll hit your clit and push you over the edge.  Within a couple thrusts it does, you cum hard with a moan that he is pretty sure the neighbors could hear.  

He pulls out of you, ripping the aggravating piece of silicone off of you before he plunges back inside of you, this time a lot harder than before and without giving you time to come down from your orgasm before he plunges you back into another one, you tightening around him as it hits.  You throw your head back, unable to think properly as he finally cums inside of you with a loud groan of his own, your body milking him for what he has.

The two of you stay there speechless, unsure what to say and coming down from what may have been the strongest climax that either of you have experienced in your life.  He slowly pulls himself out of you, moving so you are laying on your backs next to each other while catching your breath.

He gives you a soft kiss as he brushes your now damp hair out of your face.

“I have no clue what came over you but that was fucking hot, you can gladly restrain me again,” he teases, knowing that now that you are out of the moment that it will make you shy.

You blush and hide your hands in your face. “I think that I will leave you in charge, I enjoyed it but I enjoy it more when you lead me.  How did the ring feel?”

“That was easily the strongest it has ever felt for me before, we may have to use it again,” he says chuckling, standing up to grab a stray towel to help you clean up the mess of your thighs before moving to sit by you again.

“Can we go back to cuddling though, I really was enjoying it earlier and I could still use it today,” you say softly, glancing at him.

“That sounds nice,” he responds, handing you your pajamas, both of you getting dressed before curling up together in bed, a movie on the tv as your head lays on his chest and he plays with your hair. 

[kellyvela]

It always seems impossible and it happens again, I love Sophie Turner and now even more.

Sophie is an incredible person. A difficult interview, but I am glad that she is now happy and thriving.

It would be interesting to have a more recent interview, because it was at the end of February.

And Sophie is a much better person than me, she spoke so normally about the rat (I'm sure she knows that he was behind the slander campaign and it hurt her), I wouldn't have been able to do that. She once again proved that she is an adult, intelligent and strong person, and he is a little selfish rat.

I just wish that Sophie was more confident and less critical of herself, so that she knows that she inspires many people and is an example.

I hope she knows she is so much loved and admired. She endured and prevailed over so many difficult situations since she was a young girl. She's stronger than she thinks.

In the end, she's being the better person. In a future her girls will read all the good things she said about their father, meanwhile there's just silence on his part.

In her Vogue interview she said: "I’m always drawn to the characters that have gone through so much in their lives that come out of it so strong, resilient." And that's because she is that person in real life, even if she believes she's not that strong.

It's like when Ned said to Sansa: "Sweet one," her father said gently, "listen to me. When you're old enough, I will make you a match with a high lord who's worthy of you, someone brave and gentle and strong." Becaused she's brave, gentle and strong, and only someone as brave, gentle and strong, will be worthy of her.

[ikeromantic]

Entwined, Ch. 5

Part 5 of a multipart series. Mai has been reborn in the modern age after a full life in the Sengoku. The warlords as spirit animals find her again after 500 years of searching for her soul. This chapter contains some heavier topics including attempted sexual assault, misogyny, and sexual harrassment. Approx. 3700 words.

Part 1

Previous: Chapter 4

Mai woke early and packed all of the costumes for fitting into clothing bags. She felt surprisingly good after spending the previous day down with a headache. The events of the day prior were foggy to her though. There couldn’t have really been a smart squirrel handing her medicine. Though she did not doubt Mitsuhide had come by. The soup in her refrigerator and the medicine in the kitchen were proof he had.

His motivations were a mystery to her. Mitsuhide made it clear he thought of her as a coworker. Why would he do all of this? Mai thought about it as she walked over to a cafe to grab breakfast. He was so strange. Teasing one moment, and incredibly sweet the next. If she was being honest with herself, she -

“You.”

The voice was as cold and crisp as frost on a winter morning. 

Mai looked up, startled from her thoughts. There was a man in her path on the sidewalk. He was standing too close for comfort, and staring at her face as if he were studying it. As if that wasn’t awkward enough, the guy was probably - no, scratch that - definitely the prettiest man she’d ever seen. He had porcelain skin that practically glowed, a cupid’s bow mouth with lips the perfect rose-petal shade, long, delicate eyelashes, hair like spun gold, and his eyes - they were each a different shade. One was as blue as a clear sky, the other was emerald green. 

“I - ummm, do I know you?” She blinked, trying to find her big-girl words. It was hard to think in the face of so much pretty. He looked too gorgeous to be real and her brain was just not getting past that and into acting-like-an-intelligent-human mode. 

He reached out and grabbed her hand, pressing two fingers to her wrist. “Your heartrate is elevated.” He glanced behind him. “Sasuke, you told me she was recovered.”

Another man stepped out from behind the glamorous guy. This one was more normal, enough that Mai was able to take a regular breath anyway. He had glasses and a slight smile on his serious face. “Kenshin, it’s impolite to grab hold of women you don’t know.” 

The pretty one - Kenshin - released her wrist. “I am Kenshin. You are Mai, correct?”

“Yes?” She pulled her hand back and took a step away from him. 

“Good. I know you from -”

Sasuke, interrupted. “From your work, of course. My boss wasn’t expecting to see you this morning but we are both so happy we ran into you.” 

None of that sounded remotely convincing to Mai. Still, in case it was even remotely true, she couldn’t be rude. “I see. Well, good to meet you. I’m not in office today, but if you like,” she pulled a business card from her purse, “my contact information is here.”

Kenshin took the card, his lips twisting for a moment into a grimace. “I’m afraid I’ve frightened you again.” He sighed, something softening in his gaze. “I . . . apologize. Thank you for the information. I will meet with you another time.” 

Mai felt instantly terrible for making him feel bad, which was ridiculous of course! He’d accosted her on the way to breakfast but . . . there was a sadness about him that she could not miss, and it called to the gentleness in her. “It’s ok. I’m a little grumpy today. I’m not scared of you - just surprised.” She smiled. 

He froze for a heartbeat, his eyes narrowing. And then, he smiled back. It was a slight, tender curling upwards at the corners of his mouth. Barely there, and yet it changed his whole expression. “Always so kind,” he said in a voice so quiet that Mai was certain she wasn’t meant to hear. Then he brushed past her, striding away as if in a hurry.

Sasuke stayed where he was a moment longer. “I’m glad to see you’re feeling well today.” 

“How do you know I wasn’t well before?”

He scrubbed a hand through his hair. “I uh, know Akechi. He mentioned you. To me and my boss.” His grin was sheepish, though the rest of his expression did not shift. “Sorry. I didn’t even introduce myself properly. I am Sasuke Sarutobi, and the man you just met is my boss, Kenshin Uesugi.”

Mai frowned. “And you’re friends with Mitsuhide?”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Sasuke scuffed his foot. “But we know him. And he mentions you frequently, so I feel like I know you too. It probably is pretty weird to meet people who know about you when you don’t remem-ah - know them at all.” 

“It’s a little unsettling,” she agreed. “But you seem nice. Kenshin too, though he’s a little intense.”

Sasuke laughed. “He is. I’m glad you aren’t too offended. I’d hate to get on your bad side.”

Mai found herself laughing too. There was something about Sasuke that eased her mind. He felt like an old friend, though they’d only just met. For some reason, he made her think of storms. And stars. And . . . “Ninja?”

“What?” His expression went completely blank. 

She flushed, embarrassed at speaking a thought aloud. “N-nothing. I don’t know why that popped out. Ninja.” She laughed weakly, trying to think of some excuse that would make sense.

He shrugged. “Well, I do love the real history of ninjas. Maybe you just picked up on my secret obsession.” He blinked at her. Not a normal just-wetting-your-eye blink. It was an awkward, intentional, double-eye wink that made him look like he didn’t quite have control of his face. 

Mai wasn’t sure what that was about so she politely said nothing about it. “Haha, maybe? Just a guess. You have that, erm, look? The ninja look?” Which was complete nonsense. He was wearing a mid-grade business suit, one with a flattering cut, neatly fitted to his athletic frame, but the fabric was nothing special. Not even real wool . . . and - Mai cut off her seamstress-brain as she realized he was talking and she was just standing there grinning like an idiot.

“. . . so you aren’t completely wrong. But mostly I just fetch coffee, take notes, and stop my boss from going homicidal.”

“Ahahaha yeah . . . umm . . . by the way, I think he’s getting away from you. Is that ok?” She glanced back to see that Kenshin was completely gone from view.

Sasuke’s brows lifted slightly. “Oh no. I’ve got to go. But it was great seeing you. Really great.” And then he was gone. 

Mai felt strange as she continued to the cafe. She’d met so many odd people the last few weeks. People that were so comfortable to be around, as if they were already friends. There was a sense of pressure in her head as she mulled the familiarity of these strangers. Images and feelings surfaced just enough for her to be aware of them, and then were gone. 

She sat down with her chocolate croissant and coffee, barely tasting either as she pursued those . . . memories? Imagination? The worst was Mitsuhide. When she was around him, her emotions responded to him as if he were an old, precious friend. Or more. She felt vulnerable. Excited. Happy. 

Then Hideyoshi. He made her feel safe. Comforted. As if she knew she could ask him for anything and he’d do it. Which reminded her . . . she needed to text him. She pulled out her phone and sent him a quick hello. He replied so fast she wondered if he’d been in his messages already. 

‘Was thinking about you just now,” he wrote. ‘Want to go for a bike ride with me Saturday?’

She grinned at her phone. It was just like him to ask her out before she had a chance to ask him. ‘Sure. Where are we going?’

He sent her the information for a lakefront park not too far from her neighborhood. It was close enough to just ride a bike from her flat. More thoughtfulness from Hideyoshi. He really was great. 

With breakfast done, she went arranged a ride to the theater and went back to pick up the costumes. It was still early but she wanted to get there and have time to take all the outfits from their bags, smooth the fabric, and do a check for any issues like weak seams or misaligned patterning. 

Hopefully the fittings would go well and then she could focus on the remaining ‘special’ outfits for specific scenes. Tamamo had to look her best, afterall. 

Mai rang the doorbell at the theater but noone opened the door. After a second ring and five more minutes of waiting, she tested the handle and found it unlocked. The facility staff were probably there cleaning, and might have headphones on. Or someone was in the office ignoring her. Or . . . as she entered, she heard music coming down the hall that led to backstage. 

It got louder the closer she got to the dressing room, loud enough that it was kind of unpleasant. She struggled up the steps with her arms full of clothing bags. Whoever was rocking out back here would need to turn it down a bit while she got set up, she thought. 

She shoved the door open with her hip and then stopped, frozen in place. Mai couldn’t understand what she was looking at for a moment. There was Mr. Keiki. And there was an actress. He had a grip on her wrists and was leaning over her, though she was trying to pull away. 

Mai’s body moved before she finished thinking about what she was going to do. The costume bags fell to the floor and she grabbed up a prop sword. It was made of aluminum and brass and didn’t weigh much, but Keiki noticed when she slammed it against the side of his head. “Stop!”

He let go of the actress to grab for Mai. “You!”

She smacked him again, side-stepping his swipe.

The actress picked up a ceramic pot and threw it at him. Her teeth were bared in an angry snarl, cheeks smeared with dripping mascara, her hair wild. She looked feral and furious.

Mr, Keiki ran. Right past Mai and out the door. 

Mai set down the sword just in time for the actress to fling herself into Mai’s arms. 

“Oh. Oh my god. Thank you. I thought . . . I thought he was going to . . .” Her snarl had dissolved into sobbing.

“Are you ok?” Mai hugged her, though she didn’t even know her name. 

The actress nodded. “He - he didn’t - he tried but - but you came and - oh my god. I can’t believe he . . . I didn’t think he would - would really -”

Mai let her cry it out, patting her back gently until she calmed down enough to sit. “What happened?”

“He invited me for a private audition. I thought he wanted to give me a role but . . . he just wanted . . . he said if I -” She was starting to tear up again.

“I’m going to call the police, alright? We can’t let him get away with this.” Mai went to the pile of dropped bags and pulled out her purse. 

The actress waved her hands. “No! Don’t! Please. There’s no point. It’ll just mean no one will work with me.”

“Are you crazy? We can’t just . . .” Mai stopped, thinking about what the actress said. She was right of course. This wasn’t the first time Keiki would be accused. There had been a scandal less than a year ago. The woman involved disappeared and Keiki was still here, still in charge.

“It’s fine.” The girl wiped her face with her hands. “I’ll just make sure I’m not - not alone with him.” She gave Mai a tremulous smile. “Thank you for coming when you did. And for helping.”

Mai nodded. “I’m glad I came when I did. My name is Mai, by the way.”

“Sachie.” The actress stood up. “I should probably go. I want to get home. Clean up. Figure out . . . what to do next.”

“Alright. Here.” Mai handed her a card, jotting her personal number down. “If you want to talk, call me ok? And if you change your mind, I’d be willing to be your witness too.”

She took the card and tucked it away. “Thank you. Again.” Then she left.

Mai felt emotionally drained after all that, and still uncertain. She couldn’t stand the idea that Keiki would get away with this, but she couldn’t file a report if Sachie wasn’t willing. It was infuriating and depressing all at once. She hated that it was like this for women. That some guy with money could just - just -

“You look like you’re about to bite the head off a flower, little mouse.” Mitsuhide’s smooth as silk voice cut through her anger like cool water through coals. 

She turned from where she was hanging and prepping the costumes. “Sorry. It’s been a - a rough day.” 

Mitsuhide nodded, then frowned. “You have mascara stains on your shirt. And your sleeve is damp.” He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing as he inspected her more closely. “What happened?”

“I really don’t want to talk about it. I need to focus on the fitting. Besides, it doesn’t involve you.” Mai couldn’t imagine how Mitsuhide would react or if he’d even care. Sachie’s situation wasn’t unique, and he was an employee of the theater too. It would be hard for him to go against Keiki. Better to just leave it alone for now.

“I’ll leave it alone for now,” he said, echoing her thoughts as if he could read her mind. “But you will tell me about it later.” He touched her sleeve lightly, tracing the tear-stains. “Even if it doesn’t involve me, I can’t let my favorite seamstress carry a heavy burden all alone.”

She sighed. “Ok. Sure. But first, let’s get through the fitting and then I’ll think about it.”

The fitting went as well as could be expected. A few of the actors would need some hemming done or sleeves refitted, but not many. And despite herself, Mai was able to focus on the job and not on her worries. By the time everything wrapped up and the last actor left, she was almost relaxed. At least, until Mitsuhide fixed her with his gleaming eyes. 

“That went well, little mouse. Now. You will tell me why you were in such a state when I arrived.” 

“It’s not really my story to tell but . . . maybe you can give me some ideas. I guess. I just, I don’t know what to do.” Mai laid it out for him. What she’d heard before this, what she saw, and Sachie’s request. 

Mitsuhide listened quietly, sitting on a crate across from her while she spoke. He was silent when she finished, his expression distant. 

“So. What do you think? I can’t just let Mr. Keiki get away with this! He’ll keep doing it. Harassing girls, making our lives miserable.”

“Sachie is right though. There are a lot of men like him. Too wealthy and powerful to file a report on. Even in this era, money has a louder voice than justice.”

Mai frowned. “That’s it? That’s what you have to say?” She crossed her arms. “What if it was me? What if he grabbed me and held me down and forced himself on me? Then what? You’d shrug and say, oh, sorry Mai. Nothing we can do?” She felt like she might cry with frustration.

Mitsuhide grabbed her hand, squeezing it tightly. “I’d kill him.” 

The way he said it, the easy certainty of it, sent a chill through Mai. Guys made all kinds of boasts about how they would do this or that to protect a friend or a sibling, and there was a sort of . . . almost guilty undertone. Like that’s what they would wish to do, but they knew it wouldn’t really come to it. Not so with Mitsuhide. His tone was nonchalant, his expression the same as if he’d promised to pick up lunch. 

He saw the way she looked at him and turned his head to look away. “Sorry, little one. I’m not a gentleman. I forget how kindhearted you are. But it’s true. I would kill him. And he would deserve it.”

She sighed, letting out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding in. “Yeah. Well. You aren’t wrong. But I still don’t know what to do.”

Mitsuhide was silent for a few breaths, then he faced her again, his lips curved in a sharp smile. “I have an idea. It will take a little time, and you’ll need to stay away from the theater.”

“Okay?” Mai lifted an eyebrow, curious.

“Don’t worry, little one. I’ll come visit while you’re banished.” He touched her cheek gently. 

“Pffft. I’m not worried about that,” she snapped, trying to hide how his light touch made her heart race. “I need some time to work on the sizing adjustments anyway.”

“Good. Because I don’t want you caught up in anything. And I don’t want to have to kill him. That’s much harder to get away with in this century.”

She laughed at his ridiculous phrasing. “In any century, Mitsuhide. Any we lived in anyway.”

He grinned. “Of course. Now . . . let me take you home. After hearing all that, I don’t like the idea of you getting in a car with a stranger.”

“Ummm, I hate to break it to you, but I can handle myself.”

“I know. But I’d rather you not need to.” His finger caressed the line of her jaw. “I knew a girl just like you a long time ago. She faced down a daim- a very wealthy business man and was almost assaulted. The pain it caused her hurt me to see, even though she handled herself just fine. I would prefer you not experience such a thing again.”

Mai leaned into his touch without noticing she was doing it. “Mm, well I never have so it’s not again. Not really. I am careful. Except -”She paused, considering him, sitting so close, touching her in a way that was really more intimate than a co-worker ever should. “Except with you, I guess.”

He smiled at her and there was a terrible vulnerability to it, one that sent images cascading through her mind. Yoshiaki, and Kyubei. Those names . . . who were they and why would that come to mind now? Why could she remember him holding her as she cried into his chest? That had never happened. Yet she could recall the feel of his muscles beneath the fabric, the smell of him, the light circles he’d made with his hands on her back as he comforted her.

“Mai, are you ok?” Mitsuhide’s smile was gone, replaced with worry. 

“Hm? Yeah. Yeah. I was just . . . you know how sometimes one thing reminds you of something else? Something that isn’t really real but . . . you know. Like a - a movie or something?” That had to be it. Her tired, emotionally drained brain was smooshing together some ex-boyfriend and movies and maybe a book she’d read. “Crazy, right?”

He tilted his head, studying her expression. “If you say so, little mouse. What were you thinking of?”

“Yoshiaki? I don’t know where I heard that name. And Kyubei.” She gave a tired laugh. “My brain is really fried.” There was no way she was going to tell him she remembered crying on him. Or that he smelled like crushed herbs and gunpowder. Nope. No way.

Mitsuhide didn’t laugh or even smile. His brows rose in surprise. “Yoshiaki?” He took her face in his hands, getting so close she thought he was going to kiss her. “Did you remember something?”

“N-no! I don’t, I don’t think so.” She tried to draw back but couldn’t move much. “Would you let me go?”

“I know when you are lying, little one.”

Mai sighed. “Fine! I remember crying on someone. And smelling gunpowder and - and some kind of spicy herbal smell.” There was no way he would know she meant him with such a vague reference. “Just random, right? I mean, what does gunpowder even smell like? Probably not rotten eggs and hot metal.” 

“That is exactly the smell.” His gaze was intense, like molten gold. Bright as sunrise, hot as a summer day. He let go of her and sat back. His hands were shaking as he clasped them in his lap. “A ridiculous thing to lie about.”

“Well, it’s kind of a weird thing to recall right now.” His reaction mystified her as much as those strange thoughts did. Maybe this was what it meant to have a nervous breakdown. 

Mitsuhide stood, his teasing, cynical smile back in place. “We should probably get you home. Or your office? Whatever you prefer.”

“The office. I think I’ll get some work done on the resizing before dinner. Tomorrow will be packed with wedding appointments so . . . yeah.” Mai smiled up at him, trying to banish the awkwardness. “And hey . . . thanks for offering to help with Keiki. I wish I knew what you were up to, but for some reason, I kinda trust you know what you’re doing.” 

“I appreciate your confidence.” His smile widened. “I know just how to deal with men like him. I am only sorry I didn’t decide to go ahead with it sooner.”

“You know I’m dying from curiosity, right?”

Mitsuhide chuckled dryly. “You’ll find out soon enough. I promise. Now, which of these bags should I carry out for you?”

“These and that one there and -” She remembered quite suddenly something she wanted to ask. “Hey, who the hell are Sasuke and Kenshin anyway? They said they knew you.”

He went still for a moment and then shook his head. “I do know them, yes.”

Mai put a hand on her hips. “And? Where do you know them from? Are they crazy weirdos I should watch out for? How well do you know them? Come on! You can’t just give me half an answer.”

“A long time ago through . . . work. Maybe. And as well as I can.” He grinned at her. “Good enough?”

“You are infuriating. Seriously.” She hefted the last of the costume bags and her purse. “I’ll just have to find out for myself, I guess. If that Kenshin guy calls me.” Then, in a stroke of pure evil she added, “I hope he does. He was really gorgeous. Like idol-level.” 

There was a slight tightening of Mitsuhide’s jaw before he replied. “He is a lady-killer. But I’m not worried, little mouse. I’m afraid I already know what you like, and he’s not your type.”

“What? Mitsuhide! You don’t even - hey! Where are you going? You can’t just say that and walk off!” But he could and he did and Mai chased after him with her questions. He was obviously teasing. Right?

Next: Chapter 6

[the-witchs-archives]

[MINI ARC 2 - The Holiday Cheer]

[SCENE 1]

It was a wintery night, the finest layer of white coating all where it could reach. Spreading far and wide, a grand forest even felt its gentle touch.

A simple cabin, encased in roots, stood warmly against the cold air, the sound of boots crunching through fallen leaves and freshly laid snow. Their body was covered in a coat with a logo, one that represented where they were housed for now.. but with the season, they came to visit another place. A rap-rap-rap on the door, and a familiar voice.

"Mom? You there?"

They questioned, only for someone else to open the door.. one with red eyes and villainous horns.

"Oh, Kiwi. Your mother is inside, currently attending to your room."

"Hi Aunt! Sorry I got here so late, y'know travel and all.."

"-Yes yes, now get inside."

With the drag of a gloved hand, the biker was pulled inside by the former evil of Earthbread, who now took her time to enjoy luxury. The home was decorated softly with elements of holiday cheer, a warm smell of hot cocoa wafting through the abode, drawing Kiwi's attention. He missed home, and he was so glad to be back.

Kiwi's mother was none other than the messed up one of the evil sisters, Matcha Cookie, who was affected by the Fall but didn't get much horror from it, no, instead she was improved by it.

The tall plant covered and cloaked cookie exited Kiwi's room and saw him standing there.

"Hoohoo!... my son!.. you came home!"

She was excited to see him, even if it could only be shown by the eye that shines through the shadows shrouding her face, she was intimidating to those who encounter her in the dark but in reality, she's sweeter than a magical sugar cube!

Matcha rushed over to hug him, grabbing onto him so tightly that if his dough and sugar bones were a roll cake tree, they would be shattered into splinters.

"GH- M-Mom, a L-Little Less?-"

"He's asking you to tone down the hug, Matcha."

Dark Enchantress commented, the cloaked female easing her grip as she held him close, a happy smile to her face.

"Hoo... It's been some.. time, my child!"

"I was going to be here sooner, but we had a lot happen at Sugarcane, so there wasn't much time.. but now I'm here! I'm really glad to see you again!"

Matcha finally released after being satisfied with the hug, holding her son's hand in her own. The so called Aunt rolled her eyes at this, though, and went to grab the cocoa for the family to share.

"A bit more pressure and you would have snapped him like a twig. Now, how about we cut it with that lovey dovey family stuff and just relax with some of this... uh, drink."

"Hoo... this stuff is hot cocoa, Enchantress!... hehe.. Kiwi and Herb.. used to always beg me for it!.. every winter.. hoohoo!"

Matcha was smiling despite everything going on.. she was happy to help her sister get used to a normal life after her days of evil.. even trying to help her find her old army of evil.

"How's life? Hoo!... Sugarcane seems tough.."

"It is, Mom, but it's so worth it! I mean, we helped this really big dude find a missing person, and now we're even helping a prince, isn't that incredible!?"

Kiwi spoke, his eyes glittering with excitement as he spoke. Rambling on and on, he would pick up even small details and talk about them, all in a way to help his mother catch up with lost time. Dark Enchantress would listen too, curious at some points as Kiwi continued to talk his lungs dry of air. Her eyes watched subtly as she drank some of the so called cocoa, enjoying the atmosphere.. for once.

"So, seems like you've been up to a lot, Biker boy. Glad to see you're finding yourself in good company."

"Oh boy, I definitely am! I even made friends with someone where named Seaweed; They're a seaborn, and they seemed to be really happy too when they found out I'm part seaborn!"

"Reminds me that your father still needs to attend this gathering, he'll be here shortly."

"Hoo!... thanks for reminding me.."

[shaperaverse-brainrot]

43 with Lloyd and Raven? If you're writing is even as half as good as your art then it will be incredible

"I'm staying here, and I'm not moving. I do not care about your empty threats! Hey-- wait-- what are you doing?"

682 words (It's silly and domestically fluffy I promise) (I'm not gonna dramatically angst on an innocent asker who's being very very very nice to me)

(Ao3 link)

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Lazy mornings were always a delight, no matter the narrative, or how many occasions time itself seemed to slow down for the two of them to enjoy the small joys of early morning drowsiness. One of the beauties that came with the lovers archetype, Lloyd supposed, was the way the metaverse itself seemed to bend to let them relish in cliche contentments, tropes that, despite being cheesy and overused, brought bubbles of excitement to his chest that he struggled to find elsewhere.

That day, however, was not one of those lazy mornings. Lloyd wanted to set off, and soon. It was always better to be safe than sorry, especially on occasions such as this, where he was unsure of the narrative's exact goals. Did it want Lloyd's plan to work? Or did it not care, and was simply content to let time flow relatively normally in this narrative?

"Ravey," Lloyd said softly, laying a hand on his still-sleeping boyfriend's shoulder. "Come on, love, we need to get ready soon." Raven's eyes flitted halfway open, casting a bleary look at Lloyd.

"Come back to bed. We've got time." Raven murmured, pulling the blanket over his head and Lloyd's shoulders, in an attempt to stop any more shoulder pokes while he tried to fall back into sleep. Lloyd let himself give a small chuckle.

He didn't answer, and gently manoeuvred himself out of the tangle of limbs. Raven frowned slightly, and curled in on himself, trying to retain the warmth of another person, but didn't open his eyes again. Lloyd didn't try to wake him again until he had his shirt on, and had carefully tied his tie in the mirror.

"Ravey," He repeated, a little louder this time. "You still need to get ready."

Raven's eyes opened, wider this time, and Lloyd got the impression that he hadn't truly fallen back to sleep. It didn't matter, the warmth of blankets and pillows was just as tempting as sleep was.

"Or you could come back to bed." Raven challenged. "It's warm. And too early."

"The bird's already on his 21st spin of the moon, or however it is they measure time in this place," Lloyd said. "My point is, you're going to spend ages getting ready-"

"I can do my makeup quickly." Raven twisted to bury his face in the pillows, and Lloyd rolled his eyes, giving him a less-than-gentle poke in the back. "What was that for, Lloyd?" He protested.

"Up, and I'll make you breakfast." He offered a bribe. Raven seemed to ponder it for a moment.

"...And you won't complain if I spend an hour in the bathroom?" Raven tried his luck.

"Not a chance."

"Then I'm not moving." He said with a grin. Lloyd raised an eyebrow.

"So it's going to be like that?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Lloyd. I am the picture of innocence in every situation."

Lloyd spared a glance at the clock. Any longer, and they probably were going to be late. Then he looked back at Raven.

It really was nice, in the moments they were together like this. Free to laugh and joke and live as themselves, now the gnomes were gone. Even if archetypes were creeping in, archetypes they didn't quite understand, they could still steal moments of bliss like this.Moments of annoying bliss, as Raven's shit-eating grin was staring back at him.

"You know, Ravey, I'm really glad the homes here have running water," Lloyd said, faux-sweetly. Raven's grin faltered slightly at that.

"What?"

"Cold water, too. I bet you wouldn't want that to wake you up, would you?"

"I'm staying here, and I'm not moving. I do not care about your empty threats!" Raven crossed his arms behind his head, very much awake, but it was the principle of the thing at this point. "Hey-- wait-- what are you doing?" Raven's eyes went wide as Lloyd started to leave the room. They went even wider as he heard the sounds of the tap.

"I'm up! I'm up! For the love of the angels don't pour water over me!"

[blog-name-idk]

Everything Falls (Into Place) | 20

*Banner by the incredible @bangtansmauyeondan

Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

Word Count: 2930

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You

JIN

HELP ME

I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO WEAR

Jin

Lol it's so cute how you always freak out like this

Whatever you choose will be fine

You

That's not helpful!

Jin

I know my beautiful wife will look good in anything

You

Your beautiful wife might end up going naked at this point

Jin

I mean, they might be a little surprised

But they're surprisingly progressive

You

Ew you're not suggesting swinging with your parents right?

Jin

Omg NO wtf

You

Lmao

Seriously though

What are you wearing

Jin

Ohhh you want to know what I'm wearing, huh? ;)

You

Kim Seokjin I am this close to losing it

Jin

Ok ok want me to come help you decide?

You

Please!!

Just let me get dressed

Jin

Lol are you STILL in your PJs?

You

Uhh in a manner of speaking

Jin blinked at his phone, glad that you weren't there to laugh at the way his ears were blazing. He had almost forgotten that little tidbit you had casually thrown out in the group chat so long ago. He tried not to dwell on your sleeping attire - or lack thereof - but it was fruitless. Were you wearing a shirt? Or just underwear? Or… nothing at all? While texting him?

Jin

Oh

Oh fuck, he was getting a boner and he was supposed to go to your room to help you pick out dinner clothes for tonight. You room, where you were currently - no no no don't think about her naked in her room. He wasn't a hormonal teenager anymore, why couldn't he control these intrusive thoughts?

Well, he knew why. The conversation with his housemates had been necessary, but now he couldn't stop hoping that the dreamy scenarios he had of you by his side would become a reality. And yet he was conflicted - he liked to think that he was a big enough person to be satisfied if you felt the same way he did, whether the others were involved or not. But he couldn't tell if he would really be fine with it in reality.

He had never really been a jealous person, but it was hard to predict how his feelings would go in that type of situation. On the other hand, if you did end up with only him, wouldn't he then feel guilty for causing his best friends pain? At the same time, it also seemed pointless to ponder too long on these theoretical questions, since he had no way of knowing how he would react until something actually happened.

He acted confident and nonchalant around the others - in a way he felt like he had to, being the oldest. But this situation had a part of him terrified. While he normally didn't have a problem asking people out, this was you, a real, flawed, wonderful person who had somehow become the girl of his dreams. And at the end of the day it wouldn't just affect the two of you, but a whole slew of the people he cared most about in the world.

Still, he knew it had to be done. They couldn't live in this state of limbo forever, no matter how cozily domestic everything currently felt. If you didn't feel the same way, you would be kind about it (which was almost worse, because if you were the type to be cold then none of them would like you this much). Things would eventually return to some semblance of normality. Though it could mean the potential loss of your teasing banter and gentle touches, since you would probably feel uncomfortable continuing to do so.

Jin's phone dinged, making him realize he had just been standing, lost in thought, for the last several minutes.

Oops. Well, at least his dick had calmed down. He sighed. One way or another, tonight was going to be an experience.

You

You coming?

Hellooooooooooo

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"[Y/n]! It's so wonderful to finally see you again!"

Gee, it's great to see you too mom," grumbled Jin, crossing his arms and jutting his plump bottom lip out into a horribly cute pout. You were torn between the desire to kiss it and strangle him for making it so hard to control yourself. Instead of either option you smiled at his mother, who had come to greet the two of you at the door. She smiled back, also ignoring her son, and pulled you into a hug.

"Come in, come in," she urged, stepping aside so you could enter the impressive foyer.

"Wow, it's even lovelier inside than outside," you said in awe, hoping you didn't look like a complete bumpkin as you gaped at the lush interior. You would have felt like an out-of-place peasant had Jin not taken that moment to set his hands reassuringly on your shoulders.

"That's because they spent an unnecessary amount of money contracting an interior designer and an interior decorator," he quipped. You nodded, pretending you totally knew there was a difference between the two.

His mother led the two of you to the sitting room - you weren't actually sure what differentiated that from a living room, either - where Jin's father was lounging with a tumbler of what was probably some very expensive whiskey. As soon as you entered the room, he grinned and stood up to greet the two of you.

"[Y/n], we're so happy you were able to come," he said, giving you a quick one-armed hug before doing the same for Jin. He then made his way to a gorgeous, well-stocked bar-cart complete with a swanky ice bucket and tongs, and asked if either of you wanted anything to drink.

"Could I try what you're having?" you asked. You weren't normally one to drink liquor without a mixer, but that was more because you were a cheap college student who wasn't going to spend money on something expensive. You wanted to know what something actually nice tasted like. Jin echoed your preference and his father complied, pulling a beautiful crystal decanter from the cart.

"Ice?" he asked, and you shook your head, curious about the unaltered flavor. He raised his eyebrows and flashed a smile at his son.

"She might be a better whiskey drinker than you," he joked as he put ice in only one of the glasses. Jin rolled his eyes good-naturedly before directing you to sit next to him on a plush couch.

When his father came over with your drinks, you took a cautious sniff, expecting harsh fumes. Instead you were met by a more mellow, almost sweet aroma. It still burned your nose a little, but it was actually pleasant. The amber liquid seemed to glow in the light of the room, and when you took a tentative sip you gasped at how smooth it tasted.

"Wow," you breathed, stunned. So this was why people got so snobby and annoying about fancy alcohol. A small noise from Jin caught your attention and you turned to see him smiling at you.

"You're so cute," he teased. You couldn't tell if the heat you felt rising in your cheeks was from the whiskey or the unabashed fondness in his gaze. He shouldn't have been allowed to smile at you like that.

"Ah, young love."

That brought you back to your senses and you snapped your gaze towards his mother, who was whispering to her husband with a grin that was bordering on a smirk. Embarrassed by how obvious you were being, you took another sip of whiskey, then almost spilled it onto the dress you were wearing when Jin set his hand lightly on your knee. The fucker didn't even look at you when he did so, instead just laughing and redirecting the topic to summer plans.

You found it increasingly difficult to concentrate with his large, warm hand on your bare skin, but you did your best to look attentive and pay attention as his parents told you about the trip to Paris they planned to take soon. And then his thumb began tracing soft circles that left goosebumps in their wake and you knew you were in trouble.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but could I use the restroom?" you asked, desperate to escape that innocent yet horribly tantalizing touch.

"Oh! Of course!" Thank god, freedom.

"Jin, could you show her the way?" Fuck.

"Of course."

Your oh-so-loving not-boyfriend stood up first and gallantly held out his hand to help you up. Suppressing a hysterical laugh, you took it and let him lead you through the house, which was more like a manor. Because you couldn't leave well enough alone, you opened your big stupid mouth.

"Why were you doing that?"

"Doing what?" He looked confused, and you wanted to die at the realization that he hadn't even been consciously trying to fluster you.

"I… er… nevermind," you stuttered. He stopped walking and turned to face you completely, and you cursed yourself for being so unconvincing.

"Is everything alright?" he asked, concern shining in those gorgeous eyes. He was still holding your hand, and your heart began to speed up.

"Youputyourhandonmyknee," the words spilled out and you cringed at how juvenile you sounded. Couples did that kind of thing all the time, and you couldn't handle it because you were an idiot.

Jin's eyes widened and he let go of your hand, looking distraught.

"Oh God, I'm sorry, was that crossing a line? I just felt so comfortable that I didn't even think about it."

He looked genuinely ashamed, which in turn made you feel horrible because the problem wasn't that he had crossed a line. It was that your evil brain wanted him to. The longer he had innocently stroked your skin, the harder it had become not to imagine that hand inching its way further up. Ugh, he was about to hate you for this, but anything was better than being the cause of the distress on his face.

"That's not it, exactly."

"Is this too much for you? I'm sorry if I pushed you into seeing my parents again, I'm sure it can't be easy pretending to like me - "

"Oh my god," you groaned, cutting him off and covering your face with your hands. "Please shut up and stop being sweet for a second, Jin."

You watched his face go confused (and slightly offended), and he cocked his head to the side. Why did he have to be so perfect? Fuck. Well.

"It was just… really distracting…" you said through gritted teeth, hoping you wouldn't have to elaborate. Unfortunately the world hated you, because your beautiful not-boyfriend was looking at you expectantly, still bewildered. You closed your eyes so you wouldn't have to see his reaction, and let the life-ruining words come out.

"I'm not pretending to like you."

You waited in agonizing silence for his response. When none came, you opened your eyes to see him staring at you, lips slightly parted in shock. Your heart sank. He was probably speechless at the way you had completely broken his trust. You looked down at your feet, ashamed to realize your eyes were starting to burn.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. "I didn't mean to take advantage of the situation."

A hand cupped your chin and forced you to meet his gaze. His eyes were wide, with an almost wild light shining from them.

"You - you like me?" he asked, a tightness you'd never heard before permeating his voice. You gave a tiny nod, sure that if you opened your mouth you wouldn't be able to keep your tears at bay.

"As in, romantically?" You gave another nod, brows knitting slightly. What exactly was so hard to grasp about -

His lips descended on yours, effectively shutting your brain up. Before you could fully register what was happening, he pulled back, ears bright pink.

"Um," he started, but by then your shock had worn off. You grabbed his shirt, dragging him back towards you. Your mind was still reeling and you weren't exactly sure what was happening, but fuck if you were going to let that be how your first kiss with him ended.

Jin's lips were just as soft and full as you had imagined, and he gave a very satisfying little shiver when you nipped his bottom lip. He brought one hand to thread through your hair, angling your head for better access, and the other to your lower back, bringing you flush against him.

You gave a contented sigh at the way his warm body pressed against yours, and he took the opportunity to trace the sound with his tongue. Not to be outdone, you met it with your own, feeling the blood in your veins simmer more and more with each swipe. Your hands left his shirt to tangle into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer, and the hand on your back began to creep lower.

"And you're sure you don't want the guest room?"

The two of you sprang apart and you stared wide-eyed at his mother. Oh god, she had literally just caught the two of you making out like teenagers.

"Mom, uh -"

"Dinner's ready," she said, cutting off Jin's squeaky attempt at an explanation and looking like she was trying very hard not to laugh. "Jin, I thought we taught you to save dessert for last."

You both spluttered at the innuendo, and she gave you a wink that made your face burn even hotter before prancing - prancing! - away and out of sight, leaving the two of you in utter silence.

"I-" the two of you began at once, then stopped.

"Sorry, go ahead," you both said, again at the same. You finally made eye contact then burst out laughing, and the awkwardness dissipated.

"So… you like me?" His eyes were sparkling and he was wearing a big, goofy smile. He was so fucking pretty.

"I think we established that," you confirmed dryly, also unable to keep the grin off your own face. "I'm assuming you feel the same?"

"Nah," he said nonchalantly, his lips twitching even wider. You scoffed and punched him lightly in the chest, and he grabbed your hand and brushed his lips against your knuckles.

"Of course I do," he said softly, dropping his teasing and gazing at you earnestly. The look in his eyes turned your knees into jelly, and it was all you could do to pull him back down for another kiss.

~~~~~

The dinner went by smoothly despite the earlier… indiscretion. Besides some veiled teasing, Jin's mother thankfully didn't bring up the event. By the end of the night, though, your giddiness had faded into apprehension. It was incredible that Jin appeared to be just as enamored as you were, but it didn't remove the little issue of your still existing feelings for your other friends. His best friends.

You managed to keep your composure through goodbyes with his parents, but when you buckled into the passenger's seat of Jin's car, you felt the full weight of apprehension settle into you. You couldn't do this to him.

Your eyes burned at the thought of throwing away this happiness so quickly, and a sniffle forced its way out of you. Jin immediately took your hand, eyes wide.

"What's wrong?" He asked frantically, his consideration making it even harder for you to maintain your composure.

"I-I have to tell you something," you managed to choke out, and before he could ask what you meant, you let it all spill out. That you didn't just have feelings for him, but every single one of your roommates. You took multiple deep breaths, trying to calm down. God, what must he think of you now?

"Huh, hearing that actually didn't bother me as much as I thought it would."

Your head whipped to look at him, and instead of looking angry or disgusted, he just looked thoughtful. And maybe a little relieved, which made zero sense.

"Uh, what?" The weak question escaped your lips before you could help it, and Jin laughed. The look he gave you was gentle, and his hand moved to stroke your cheek. What the fuck was happening?

"I'm not upset," he assured you, and astoundingly there was complete sincerity in his gaze. "I'm actually fine with it."

"What do you mean?" You asked, and he gave you a reassuring smile.

"I mean, I still want to try this. With you."

This had to be a prank. You half expected one of those douchey prank Youtubers to pop out of the trunk and yell "surprise!" When nothing of the sort occurred, you were forced to accept the fact that this was actually happening. Sensing your confusion, he continued.

"I don't mind if something develops with any of them," he explained. "As long as you're honest with me about it. And considering this conversation right now that's not really something I'm worried about."

You stared at him with your jaw in your lap as you processed this information. Uncertainty flashed across his face at your silence.

"Unless I'm getting ahead of myself? If you don't want - "

"How are you so amazing?" You blurted, cutting him off. His shoulders relaxed and he laughed again.

"I could ask you the same," he responded shamelessly, making your heart pound. Could this really be happening? Was this real life?

"Sooooo?" He looked at you hopefully, and you finally felt a smile take over your face.

"Yes, fucking yes," you breathed, and his grin was everything that was perfect in the world.

"Oh thank God," he sighed, and crashed his lips back down onto yours.

~~~~~

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[onecanonlife]

In which Tommy has a nightmare, and enderwalk!Ranboo is of the opinion that grass blocks make everything better.

(word count: 1,413)

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Tommy jolts out of a nightmare that he doesn’t want to remember, and a few seconds later, finds himself hyperventilating outside on the grass.

It’s not on, is what it is. He hardly asked for this, for these awful dreams and this inability to sleep for more than a few hours at a time at best, for this creeping certainty that Dream is breaking out, is going to come for him, and that it’s only a matter of time before something awful happens. He didn’t ask for any of this, but he has it, and he’s not moving out of his house, because that would feel like a concession, but on nights like these he wakes up and the dirt walls press in around him and he can’t breathe, and it is completely and utterly the worst.

So. Outside. Grass. Hyperventilating.

Calming himself down is old hat, by now. He figured out how to do it a long time ago, around the time when he realized that there wasn’t going to be anyone holding his hand anymore, that he was well and truly on his own, without a friend in the world. Other than—but no, he doesn’t go there. He knows better, now, even though his brain still tries to play tricks on him sometimes, tries to convince him that Dream is the only one who actually has his best interests at heart.

The point is, he knows how to do this. He’s used to it. And frankly, he’s glad that he is, glad that he can do this on his own, because he doesn’t want anyone else around him when he’s like this. Doesn’t want anyone else to see, doesn’t want anyone else to know that this happens, doesn’t want anyone else to be able to point at him and go, look, the great TommyInnit brought low.

So when he regulates his breaths and swipes the tears from his face and unclenches his fingers knuckle by knuckle, he looks up and most definitely does not expect anyone to be crouched in front of him. When he sees that there is, he scrabbles backward and lets out an incredibly manly scream, and he doesn’t think he can be blamed for it, because what the fuck?

“Holy shit,” he wheezes, “holy shit, you can’t just—” And has to stop, because it’s not just any weird crouching person. It’s his fucking—what’s the word for when a very irritating and terrible person marries your best friend? What’s the title for that? Annoyance-in-law?

In any case, it’s Ranboo.

“What,” he says, “the shit are you doing?”

Ranboo makes a sound that is not words at all. In fact, it sounds very similar to an enderman vwoop, which, alright, the guy’s half enderman, that checks out. Except, his eyes are also purple, and he looks rather taller than he normally does, even crouching down, so something is weird here. Something is very, very weird.

“Fuck off,” he says. “Go and, go and raise your shitty child or something. Sing ‘im a lullaby. Go on.”

He makes shooing noises with his hands, like one might do to a dog, or a persistent crow. Ranboo tilts his head very slowly, like a complete fucking weirdo, and then rises in one fluid motion, and goes walking off somewhere. Tommy stares after him, because he hadn’t really expected that to work. But alright, he’ll take it.

“That’s right,” he mutters. “Just fucking, fucking leave, go on.” He stares down at the grass, running a shaking hand through his hair. He is, maybe, not quite as recovered as he’d like. He’s usually not, after the initial panic, usually can’t make himself relax until the sun has crested the horizon and the sky has begun to lighten. He’s ruined for sleep tonight, that’s for sure.

But it’s alright. It’s alright, he’s used to it. He can do it. He can do this. He’s a big fucking man, and he can survive on a few hours of sleep a night, and he can avoid looking at himself in the mirror and remembering another face, eyebags just as dark, hair just as wild, eyes only slightly more desperate. He doesn’t have to remember things. Not if he doesn’t want to. He’s great at not remembering things, him.

Footsteps. He jerks, looks up again, and Ranboo is standing over him, and why is he so fucking tall?

Ranboo makes another vwooping sound. And then a little trill, almost like a bird, if a bird gargled gravel and then turned into an eldritch monstrosity. He crouches again, and then holds out his hands, and there is something in them, something that he is offering him, and—

Tommy squints. It’s a grass block.

“What am I supposed to do with that?” he asks.

Ranboo vwoops.

“Could you just stop being so fucking weird?” he demands. “For five minutes? I don’t think that’s too much to ask, really. God, you’re just. The worst.”

Ranboo shifts a bit closer, still holding out the grass block. Like he wants him to take it.

“I’m not taking your stupid block,” Tommy says, and accepts it.

Ranboo vwoops.

“Why would you even—” he says, burrowing his fingers into the dirt. A bit of it crumbles to the ground. He doesn’t understand how endermen manage to do this, keep these blocks in perfect shape, grass and all. “Why would you even give me this? What are you trying to pull on me, eh? It won’t work. You can’t pull the wool over my eyes, pal. You’re up to something. Why are your eyes all purple?”

Ranboo vwoops.

And then—Tommy remembers something. Something he wasn’t particularly trying to remember, and usually, that’s not such a great thing, but it’s not so bad this time. Because this memory is from just a couple of weeks ago, in Snowchester, one of those times that he was trying to hang out with Tubbo, but Ranboo was just there and wouldn’t leave, and Tubbo wouldn’t make him leave, so Tommy spent the entire time being vaguely pissed off. And he was trying not to pay attention to Ranboo, really, he was, except he remembers him saying something about how he gets anxious, and how holding blocks of things and putting them down places helps him. At the time, he made a point of not acknowledging him, because Tommy’s not an idiot. He knew what he was trying to do, and he didn’t appreciate it.

But—

He stares at the block in his hands. And then back at Ranboo.

He wants to be angry, at the idea, at the presumption, because who the fuck does Ranboo think he is, trying to patronize him like this? But Ranboo keeps up his soft warbles, and he finds his eyes filling with tears instead.

“Are you,” he says, and his voice is not choked, it’s not, “are you trying to help me?”

Ranboo vwoops. Chirps. And then reaches out, slowly enough that Tommy doesn’t feel the urge to flinch, and runs gentle clawed fingers through his hair.

“Oh,” Tommy says. And doesn’t lean into the touch. He doesn’t. But if, hypothetically, he does, that’s between him and Prime on high. Or at least, it would be, if all his muscles didn’t go lax a few seconds later, and if he didn’t accidentally on purpose tip forward against Ranboo’s chest.

The dirt slips through his fingers. But that’s alright, because one of Ranboo’s arms wraps around him, and the other keeps carding through his hair, like Wilbur used to do when they were younger and things were better and they were two halves of a whole rather than puzzle pieces that got bent out of shape. The way his head is, he can feel vibrations running though Ranboo’s chest, like the purr of a cat, and it’s going to lull him to sleep if he’s not careful.

He can’t let that happen. He has more dignity than that.

Except he’s very tired. And Ranboo is clearly—sleepwalking, or something. Not all there in the head at the moment. So maybe he won’t remember this in the morning, if Tommy makes sure to wake up first. And that would be alright.

“You’re still terrible,” he mumbles, but the words are slurred, and Ranboo’s arms are very warm and comforting, and he’s drifting. He can feel it.

So he lets himself. Ranboo’s warbles follow him into sleep, and he dreams of stars.

[mywritingonlyfans]

One Shot with Ethan Torchio // It's a bit Fluffly, Smut and Angsty

prompt: in which, ethan always need/visit you when he's not in tour + casual sex(?) with ethan tying you up so you don't touch him i'm telling you this but isn't a hardcore smut

warnings: it's smut. a fluffly kinda sexy(?)maybe it's just sexy bc it's ethan smut ig fem!reader

(he is so hot. i'm crying all my tears, and that's fucking pathetic.)

Your head hurt, you knew your face was probably red due to your desire to go home and cry, but yet, your friends convinced you to go out for a drink. According to them nothing was too bad that a beer couldn’t improve, you doubted it.

Somehow, you found yourself happy to have accepted.

You didn’t know Ethan was back in town, you briefly wondered why you didn’t know, since he always contacted you when he was near (or at least that was what it seemed to be). Still, you were glad to see him. He was always able to make things better, even if only for a short period of time; which in your case was very short one as he wasn’t yours to have.

Ethan complemented your friends, they were all too familiar to him. He hugged you, giving a small kiss to your head while sitting next to you. Suddenly, you felt like a stronger drink would do you good.

It wasn’t hard to tell what was going to happen in the next few hours, after a couple of years going through that, you knew the time you spent together would always be the same. You guessed that you were able to put his head in place, just as he did with yours; and that's why he always came back to you. You'd never be able to tell if it was luck or mischance.

“Was it too hard to find me?” You asked him.

By now, your friends had moved to another corner. “I mean, I’m not complaining, I’m glad you did.” You offered him a weak smile. He did the same.

He looked tired, yet deadly cute.

He shuffled his chair closer to yours, letting his leg touch your bare knee. “Not really, Victoria said she called you in the morning, then told me that you intended to visit here for the night,” he mumbled, signaling to the bartender that he needed a beer, and so did you.

“She’s a gossip,” you wrinkled your nose, causing him to provide offer you a nasal laugh that you had learned to find lovely over the years. “But what has been happenin’ in your life lately? You’re good?” You tried to sound casual, but deep down you knew he wasn’t there entirely for you. Something was bothering him, he was looking for someone to rest on.

“Pretty much the same,” he sighed heavily. He wasn’t tired just physically. “We finished the last album, I feel exhausted.”

He looked at you like a lost puppy, watching your face, analyzing if you were in the mood to listen to him, or even if you were okay with having him around. After all, he came to you out of nowhere.

He’d never make you uncomfortable around him, maybe he hadn't noticed that yet. “C’mon, let it all out. I haven’t seen you for too many months for you to deprive me of the details.”

“If I tell you,” he pondered, “ you’ll tell me why you have a runny nose to match your watery eyes?” He poked your cheek, dragging his fingers so he could put some strands of hair back in place.

His seat was now so close to you that you'd be able to rest your head on his shoulder if you wanted to without creating any bodily discomfort.

“I guess life just hasn’t been all that gentle with me lately.” You giggled at him. “I lost my job last week, the same life shit is goin’ on as usual, and when I finally managed to move to a decent place, I’ll now be actually going back to sharin' apartment with strangers, because, y’know, I can’t afford bein’ in there anymore.”

Ethan was quiet for a while, you needed him more than he needed you. Listening to you made him realize how his worries were nothing at all. He knew that you didn't mind sharing an apartment with someone, but the loss of perspective was always tough.

Without further thinking, he pulled you to himself, fluffing your hair and holding you tight in his grip. You didn’t cry, yet it was possible to read your emotions. It was little, but Ethan knew you.

You took your head off his chest while he still had his arm around your waist. Taking a deep breath, you stared at your laced fingers, feeling it slow down. “I guess it’s all happenin’ at the same time, I’m just not sure how to handle it at the moment,” he held your face in his hand, his mouth close to yours as he ran his fingertips over your chin, until his lips were on you.

He was soft and wet, he had the same taste you still had etched in your mind, at that moment it seemed to be all you needed. He let go slowly, distributing pecks on the corners of your mouth, letting his forehead rest against yours.

You two stayed like that for a few minutes and you could bet that anyone who passed by could see how much of a fool you were for him. You tried not to think about it too much, it was better to have little of him than to have nothing. “Ethan?”

“Huh?” He murmured with his eyes closed, giving your lips a tickling sensation.

“Kiss me more,” and then he did. Ethan was holding you in place while your hands intertwined around his neck. You played with the chain of his necklace, savoring the touch of his tongue on yours, focusing only on him while pulling at his hair to hear his soft moans.

It didn’t take long for the bartender to come get your attention. You laughed nervously against him, you were embarrassed because you didn’t even remember where you were, still Ethan seemed untouchable about it. He wasn’t one to be embarrassed over small things like that, at least not with you. The bartender was quite irritated with the two of you and just now you noticed that your drinks had arrived and hadn’t even been touched; he was rightly pissed.

Ethan stood up, lifting you up with him. You looked in your pockets for your money, but then Ethan said it was okay and that he’d pay. You would argue, yet any money left over would be welcome. You held both beers in hand as he paid, thanking the old lady for the service, still feeling your skin burning with embarrassment, and then headed outside to wait for Ethan.

“Are you drivin’?” He asked, laughing at your state of awkwardness.

You bumped into his shoulder slightly, laughing along with him. “I am not, I’m living nearby,” you whispered as he put his hand inside your skirt pocket, bringing you to his side for a walk. “In the apartment that soon won’t be mine… how ‘bout you?”

“Not drivin’, I thought about staying somewhere to spend the night.”

He was close to home, but not that close, it would take about 3 hours to get to where he lives; it seemed plausible that he wanted to stay. “Are you only here because of me?” You risked asking.

“Yeah,” he took his hand out of your pocket and ran it through his hair. “I didn’t think it‘d be a bad idea.”

There was a silence, but it was far from being uncomfortable. “You know you can stay with me.”

——————-

Considering that you were in the process of moving to another place your house was a bit of a mess. Ethan wouldn’t be bothered by that, somehow your instinct of wanting things always in place - aka Monica from Friends - made you wander around the space in an attempt to make Ethan at home.

“What ‘bout the new album?” You asked, dragging one of the boxes away from him. It wouldn’t even bother anyone, but the thought that it would be in the middle of the room while someone was at your house bothered you.

“I don’t really know, I feel anxious about releasin’ it. It’s not that I don’t want to release it or am afraid of doing so, far from that, it's just, I don’t know… ” His voice fell silent, lost in his thoughts.

You turned to him, wanting to ask him what he had said, after all, that didn’t sound like Ethan, you felt as his hands touched your hips, pulling you on his lap. “Y'know I don’t care about your mess, right? Just, please, stop walkin’ 'round the house dragging boxes.” He said with his face close to your neck, hugging you from behind. His warm breath was in contact with your soft skin, providing heat to your body. Well, there was a minimal percentage chance that you were trying to make the place look good for Ethan, just because he made you a little nervous.

“Okay, fine. I’m fine,” you exhaled, turning to face him. He was smiling with his eyes almost closing; he still looked tired, but at least you were improving his mood. “You know you’re good at what you do, Ethan. You shouldn’t worry 'bout those things.” You held on to his shoulders, breaking something that could turn out to be a pity silence.

He squeezed your thigh at the same time as he laughed humorlessly at your words. “I know that. I guess that this is the short time they gave us to finish the album – it was drivin’ me crazy. The album isn’t bad, not at all, it’s honestly very good. Dami did a incredible job, still if it weren’t for the time it could have been even better. That’s crazy how I’m still letting myself get stressed over this, don’t you think?” He vented, moving his hands up your skirt.

“I know it’ll be good, I can’t think of anything you did that ended up bad!” You ran your fingers over his covered shoulders, down to his chest, going to the first open button of his t-shirt. “But if it’s just stress I can help you.”

He lubed his lips, nodding assiduously, putting you properly on top of him. That way, you were stuck to his body, feeling the rough of his jeans along with the zipper against your underwear. You gulped as he held your face, sealing your lips with his. You were relieved he always guided you through that; the leading up part was way better when it came from him.

You unbuttoned the rest of his shirt in middle of sloppy kisses and grips. Running your hand over his belly, tracing your fingers to the back of his neck while moving your hips lightly. You lugged on his hair, pulling him away to catch your breath. You opened your eyes to find Ethan with a deep pink mouth and brown eyes more intense than normal, at that moment you could have sworn that he was the most beautiful thing you had ever laid eyes on. You spread his shirt to the sides, sensing your body getting hotter, when Ethan smirked at your rush, managing to hold both of your hands behind you; stopping you in place.

“No need to rush, we have plenty of time,” he clenched you in his hands. You arched your back, breathing heavily at each touch of his fingers on your wrists.

He ran his nose over your neck, placing kisses and bites on the way to your collarbone, leaving wet tracks that would later turn into dark marks.

Your legs ached from that position, the couch wasn’t the best, but feeling Ethan getting hard under you as you writhed yourself against him, made you want to stay there for as long as he wanted you to. It was crazy to think that at the beginning of the day you were sure that the rest of it would be a pure disaster, and now being spoiled by Ethan’s lips your worries seemed to fade away.

Temporary as that would be, you were determined to give him your all, making his and yours next hours one of the best escapes from both of you. Unnecessary to say that you were lost in your own mind by now, craving for having his strands in-between your fingers, wanting him tugged into you furiously, causing you to ache. Your mouth was ajar, your vision was just white dots as he played with your sensitive skin, driving you insane. Ethan paralyzed when his grip became too strong around your fists and you got louder than usual.

“D’you like that?” He did it again, but this time pushing your body backward. He kept his devilish grin on his face, watching you from top to bottom. You bit your lips, containing your noises to yourself. Such an angel in his eyes. “Up, babe. I need to see something.” He didn’t let you answer, not as if he needed to. You stood up in front of him, legs shaking with your head definitely not in the right place. “Undress.” He rested his elbows on his knees.

His face was serious, and you didn’t see any problem in obeying his voice, but perhaps, due to the lack of his body being glued to yours, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it when I tell you what to do,” He caught you by the hem of your underwear, helping to take it off while you got rid of your blouse. “Especially, when I just got you off my lap, almost unconscious 'cause of some kisses to your soft neck, pet.” He added, drawing circles on the inside of your thigh, smoothly going up to your center.

You felt your breath come to a halt. “You’re just too bossy.” You teased, confirming that your breathing was faulty.

He patted his nose over the damp stain of the fabric, placing a kiss there. “And you love it.” He pecked you a few more times, teasing you by running his fingers on the edges as putting the cloth to the side; never touching you where you needed him.

Almost involuntarily you took hold of his hair, bringing him closer to your core. And then, you understood his previous question, it wasn’t just about not being able to touch him, but also about the power he was having over you.

He cut his actions short and got up, hovering over you. “Tonight, you won’t be allowed to touch me, all right?!” He whispered, tossing your hair behind your ear.

That’d be comical in any other situation, yet with his body and eyes fixed on your frame you felt in his domain.

You nodded, diving into the way he pulled at the hair on the nape of your neck firmly so that you were looking at him. “Go on, babe,” He insisted on having the words he wanted.

“Yes, it’s all right, Ethan,” it was far from all right, you couldn’t do that. How could you go without touching, making a mess of his hair or marking your nails on his back?

“That’s my girl,” he praised you in between sighs.

He was excited while your face was overflowing with nervousness; not out of fear, but out of curiosity. He finished removing his shirt and indicated with his fingers for you to lie down on the couch.

You shut your eyes tight, with his voice echoing 'my girl’ in your mind, Ethan was lugging your wrists above your head as you did what he told you to do. He tied them with his shirt. “Is this hurtin’ you? Are you comfortable?” He tightened it in a knot.

Your head and elbows were on the arm of the couch, only your hands were unsupported. Although you weren’t uncomfortable, it was to be expected that pain would appear the next day; it’d be worth it. “No, it’s fine. I’m good.” You assured him as he knelt beside the couch, running his hands down your torso, making you squirm.

He went down to the hem of your underwear, taking it off with the help of your legs kicking the lace away. “Good then,” he warbled, pattering lines on your pubic hair. “Needy and in your proper place.”

“Bastard,” you swore through clenched teeth.

He grinned, admiring how your breast rose and fell in a quick but punctual rhythm while your hips fidgeted at his touch. You looked like a piece of art he had just created, swollen lips, filled in lovely marks on the collarbone. He found himself in need to concentrate on his breathing while watching you, to control his pulse as he reached his fingertips to your pussy.

“Ethan” you breathed out, forcing your fists. “Go on, please,”

With that, he held your hands, forcing them down and slid a finger inside you. Your lips opened in a sigh and he took the opportunity to kiss you, running his tongue over your bottom lip and nipping it to his mouth, keeping things on a slow pace.

You wanted to hold his hand, make him go faster or be able to pull the locks of his hair until he understood how much you wanted him, but you had no way of doing that, and you knew he was just doing that to provoke you.

His lips traveled over your neck again, this time giving light kisses, blowing air on the soft fresh he had left in there.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he said without even opening his eyes, delighting in your skin as he sped up, now rubbing his thumb gently over your bud.

You whispered something almost inaudible that Ethan recognized as his name. He raised his head, coming face a face to you. “Right there, huh?” He asked, focusing on the spot that was blurring your vision.

You groaned. The satisfying delight running through your veins. You closed your legs, wishing you could hold on to his body, but all he did was laugh, shoving his fingers leisurely into you.

“No, no Ethan,” you looked at him properly, thinking that if you hadn’t been with your wrists tied you’d have slapped his chest.

He wiped his hand on your thigh, and stood up slipping his jeans down his legs along with his underwear. You sighed at him, stretching your arms, staring at the ceiling to disguise yourself. Not that it was necessary, Ethan was already too much of a show-off when it came to you for your liking.

“You good? How’s your arms?” He doubted, getting on top of you.

He had his hair damp, falling over the spots on his forehead. Some of his locks was glued to his chest and his golden pendant dangled in front of your eyes. For a split second, you though about saying that you missed him, but you were wise enough to know better than doing such a thing.

“If I say that I’m not good. Are you goin’ to untie me?”

He pressed his chest to yours, your body sticking to his since you were both sweaty.

“Not even a chance,” He stroked your neck with his thumb, up and down, with a silly look on his face.

You grunted as soon as you felt how solid hard he was against your thigh, he aligned himself in-between your knees, holding on to your shoulders, and without hesitation he filled you up. Your body tingled and your voice failed, causing a silent moan to slip from your lips. His head fell over the crook of your neck and you could feel how dysrhythmic his breathing was. His warm body along with his breath hitting on your neck added a pleasant feeling in your stomach, leaving you dizzy under him.

“Move Ethan,” you tried to sound understandable, embracing his waist with your legs.

He thrusted deeply in you, leaving a breathed sigh of relief in your ears. You stretched out your arms, tightening your thighs around him. He held the shirt in your hands, preventing it from coming loose.

“No, I wanna touch you,” you whined.

“You will, just be patient, babe,” he squeezed your wrists in his hand.

Closing your eyes, you enjoyed the way his body was over yours, every movement and every delicate touch.

He went slowly at first, making sure you were taking all of him before going faster. Once he felt your walls clenching around him, he murmured a breathless 'fuck’, letting go of your hands so that you could finally feel him. You dug your nails into his back, kneading your body against his at the same time as he hugged you.

As you opened your eyes, he was already looking at you, with an intense gaze, building you up to feel sexy and wanted.

Both of you were a mess; sweaty and sticky. You felt a tingling ecstasy take all over your body, your toes twitching as you emptied yourself into him. He kept working on you until his body collapsed into yours, filling you up to perfection.

The last thing you remembered was having your fingers entwined in his hair, patting at it slightly as he whispered sweet nothing against your skin; just like a lullaby.

———–-------

You woke up to the noise of the television, trying to adjust your vision to the brightness of the daylight. Failing to stretch, you felt how sore your body was.

Your eyes searched for Ethan, finding him sitting opposite to you with a lazy smile and a cup of tea in hands, his attention was all on you. Friends was playing on the television, but you doubted he was really watching it.

“Good mornin’ babe,” his husky voice echoed through the room. It was the best thing to hear in the morning. “How’s it? Hurtin’?” He asked when you started examining your marked wrists.

He was fully dressed and although you weren’t, he had managed to get a sheet to cover you.

“Good mornin’. It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt,” you mumbled, scratching your eyes, curling up on the sheet. “How long will you be stayin’ in town?”

“Not long,” he paused thoughtfully. You already expected that he wouldn’t be with you for long, still sometimes you liked to think that it’d last longer than just a few days before he disappeared to another continent. “I need to go home in a few minutes, I’m going to take a flight at night to adjust the final details of the album.”

“Sounds nice,” you wanted to have the courage to tell him how he made things in your life look just right, as if he were some kind of piece missing from your puzzle. “I can’t wait to hear it, hear what your great fingers are capable of.” You ignored your thoughts. He laughed.

However, you truly believed that not saying anything was a wise move.

He lifted a cup from one of the boxes next to him, holding it out to you. “I made one for you too, I hope you don’t mind.”

You didn’t mind it, in fact, you loved the way he made himself at home so quickly. The home that soon wouldn’t be yours anymore. You wished Ethan could remedy your worries for more than just one night.

“Thank you,” you took the still warm drink in your hands, looking at him as if he were part of your decor. “You can smoke in here, I don’t mind that either,” you spoke up. You couldn’t even imagine that he’d have gone without lighting a cigarette all morning.

“The place is all clean, and smells nice. I bet you never lit one yourself, I wouldn’t do that.” He was right.

“Well, y'know that I don’t care about the smell, I just don’t see the need to leave the house impregnated with it.” You explained, remembering that Ethan’s house was a perfect description of that smell, yet you loved his place.

“I know this is going to sound strange,” he started. “But if you can’t find a place in time to live in… you can stay at mine, I mean, you know I am never home and as I’ll be travelin’ you could make yourself at home.”

He said it casually, and you knew he wasn’t lying, if you wanted to he wouldn't even think twice about letting you stay at his.

“No need, I’ll be fine. I do appreciate it though.” you took a sip of your now cold drink.

He bobbed, checking what you thought could be the time on his phone.

“You have to go, I guess?” You asked, your soft voice revealing you didn’t want that.

“I need to,” he gave you a small smile, getting up. “It’s gettin’ a bit late for me.”

“I see,” you went to him, adjusting the sheet on your body, feeling ridiculous for still being undressed. “I guess I’ll see you, right?” You added it while he picked up your stuff on the couch; keys, wallet and the pack of cigarettes. There was no answer for your question.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, heading to the door. “You could come and visit, spend a few days with us. It’d be nice.”

“On tour? Like a groupie?” You wrinkled your nose. His arms wrapping around you. You’d miss it.

He squeezed you into his chest, his tiny beard tickling your cheek. “You know you are much more than just a groupie for me, Y/N.”

You didn’t answer that. He pulled away and for a second you thought he was going to kiss you, but he didn’t.

“See ya Y/N,” instead, he kissed the top of your head. “Think about it, both about comin’ to visit and also about needing a place to stay for a while.”

“I’m sure I will, thank you Ethan,” you watched him, from his rumpled shirt to dark circles under his eyes. He’d always have a special space in your heart. “I guess I’ll see ya then.”

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If it's okay could I request how the dr3 boys would react to their s/o being accidentally shrunk during one of Miu's experiments or something? I thought it would be a good opportunity for lots of fluff and protectiveness hehE

this was actually very fun to write, thank you for requesting anon!! also, i apologize if some of these scenarios sound repetitive, i wrote the ones i had instant ideas for first, and then sort of left myself stuck trying to think of something for the others that didn’t sound exactly like everything else i’d already written...

also, just for fun, i decided to write a little scenario for Miu, too! i hadn’t planned on it at first, but her involvement in this particular request made me want to write for her and i couldn’t help myself,,,, this is my first time writing an imagine-type thing for her so i can only hope i did her justice aha~

warnings: a little bit of swearing

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Shuichi Saihara

— VERY CONCERNED!!! VERY VERY CONCERNED!!!

— you’re so small!! what if you get lost?! what if someone steps on you?! what if you fall off something and die?! what if-

— you’ll have to calm him down before he gives himself an aneurysm lol

— somehow he’s more worried than you are. Miu says she’ll be able to get you back to normal in no time, so why shouldn’t you trust her? Shuichi could give you about a thousand reasons but that’s beside the point

— if it were up to him he would hold you and not let go unless he absolutely has to in order to make sure you don’t get hurt or stuck somewhere but obviously that’s unrealistic

— to an extent, it’s cute how worried he is about you, but it does get annoying from time to time

— i mean, you’re shrunk, not stupid. you know to stay away from edges of tables and other things you could fall from, not to wander off, etc.

— but as frustrating as Shuichi can be you really can’t get upset with him because dammit he’s so cute when he gets protective and you love him so so much

Rantaro Amami

— honestly he’s not super concerned at first

— he trusts you to be careful and not get yourself killed, and he trusts Miu to get you back to normal somehow, so why should he be worried?

— though he’ll still be pretty chill for the most part, he will start to be more protective of you when he starts to fully process the sheer number of tragic deaths you could succumb to in your current shrunken state

— this protectiveness takes the form of him offering you way more assistance than you need

— it’s nice that you want to help out, rantaro, but your s/o doesn’t need you to help them find something to sit on, c’mon now

— he kind of enjoys the way you literally fit right into the palm of his hands

— additionally, there’s now a very small, feral urge in the back of his mind to brush and style your hair like his sisters always used to do with their dolls

— he’ll probably never mention it, but don’t be too surprised if he all of a sudden takes a strong liking to playing with your hair once you’re back to normal

Kokichi Ouma

— did you expect him to treat this situation with the proper concern and caution it deserves? because if so i have bad news for you-

— he thinks it’s so funny how small you are

— like, so funny Miu has to physically intervene to get him to stop cracking up at your tiny form

— obviously you don’t think it’s as funny as he does

— right away he’s thinking of ways he could use your size to his advantage to mess with somebody

— at one point he decides it would be really funny to pretend he’s going to step on you which essentially translates to pretending he’s going to murder you but once you chew him out and explain to him how mean that was he actually feels really bad for upsetting you

— while he’s nowhere near as small as you are now, Kokichi is a rather petite guy, so the size difference between the two of you isn’t quite as drastic as it is between you and the taller guys

— since he’s a little less likely to accidentally smush you, he’s able to sorta cuddle you as if you were a small stuffed animal

— and btw being gently held and all snuggled up in his arms like that??? HEAVEN. LITERAL HEAVEN

Gonta Gokuhara

— if i had to choose someone who’s the least likely to accidentally get you killed while you’re shrunk, it would be Gonta

— i mean, he handles bugs that are much smaller and delicate than you are now, and if he can take such good care of them, obviously he’ll be able to take care of you no problem!

— you draw the line at him putting you in the little bug box he carries with him, though. you’re a human being, not a beetle!

— he likes to have you sit on his shoulders! they’re so broad that there’s plenty of room for you, too

— his hair is long enough for you to hang onto it to keep your balance if you need to!

— being so tiny also really puts into perspective just how gentle Gonta is

— yes, you’ve seen firsthand how he’s able to handle delicate little insects, and he’s always gentle with you, too, but being in the position of an insect in the palm of his hand, so to speak, is so much different

— you’ve never had anyone touch you with so much care, solicitude, and just pure love before and it’s honestly the most incredible feeling in the world

K1-B0

— another very concerned boy

— (s/o) is tiny???? how??? WHY??? HUH??

— at he’s pretty concerned about his knowledge of how humans work and fears he knows much less than he thought

— nobody ever told him they could shrink!!! he didn’t know humans could do that!! that’s because they can’t, kiibo, but i appreciate the concern

— once you explain what happened to him - how you were helping Miu out when her current experiment decided to malfunction and go apeshit, making you the size of a doll in the process - he’s a little less confused but also a lot more angry

— he makes sure to give Miu a thorough lecture on lab safety! he can’t have his s/o getting hurt just by being in the same room as her!!

— don’t worry, he’ll simmer down once you assure him that you’re okay!

— similar to Gonta, Kiibo is very careful with you! he knows you’re much more fragile than he is under normal circumstances, but now that you’re so little he’s even more worried about how susceptible to injury you are

— when he holds you or touches you, he does so with the utmost precision and care, as if you’re made of glass and would shatter if he laid his hands on you incorrectly

— he won’t tell you this, but he’s really looking forward to the day Miu is able to get you back to normal just so he won’t need to be so anxious about your safety anymore

— it’s hard work worrying about the person you love!!

Kaito Momota

— another one who’s probably not as phased by the situation as he should be

— but when Miu told him that she’d accidentally shrunk his s/o, he didn’t think that meant "i shrunk your s/o and don’t have a way fix it at this point in time"

— so when he realizes that now he has to help make sure you don’t, idk, die, he’s a little annoyed. not with you, though!

— i mean, technically he doesn’t *have* to help you out, but it would be a real dick move if he didn’t lol

— he lets you sit up on his shoulder, or in the pocket of his jacket!

— at first he doesn’t totally process that you’re a little more fragile than usual, so he may accidentally manhandle you from time to time

— just be sure to tell him if he’s holding you strangely, or if you’re starting to get uncomfy

— his priority is making sure you’re taken care of and he's not about to let himself of all people get in the way of that!!

Korekiyo Shinguuji

— he’s very worried about you, but he’ll try to hide it

— the last thing he wants to do is make your situation more stressful than it needs to be by fussing over you to no end

— it’s not that he doesn’t think you can take care of yourself anymore! he just doesn’t think the world is safe enough for you anymore!

— if you catch on to his anxiety and decide to question him about it, he’ll most likely go off on a tangent about how ‘humans are at the top of the food chain’ and ‘there’s a reason most predators are large and most prey is small’ and ‘in nature small creatures are naturally put in constant danger" or something

— while you may not necessarily appreciate him comparing you to a small prey animal, you know his heart is in the right place

— he just wants to protect you!!

— Kiyo has pretty large, slender hands, and you fit in his palm rather comfortably

— under normal circumstances, he’s incredibly gentle with you, and his delicacy of his touches increases tenfold now that you’re so tiny

— in a strange way, it almost feels like he handles you the same way he would handle some sort of fragile, ancient artifact that could be destroyed with just the smallest slip of the hand

— frankly, it’s a bit of an unusual sensation, albeit in a good way!! it’s nice to be touched so gently, y’know?

Ryoma Hoshi

— he’s glad to have a chance to be the tall one in the relationship... lol i’m jk... or am i?

— unlike the other guys, Ryoma doesn’t really dote on you and assume you need his help for everything, mostly because he knows firsthand what it’s like to be so much smaller than someone

— he doesn’t really like being treated like he’s helpless, or needs constant aid from taller people, so he’s mindful of the way he responds to the situation as not to end up behaving exactly like those who frustrate him to no end

— of course if you need him for anything, whether it’s helping you go from one place to another, or just wanting some love from your boyfriend, he’s always right there for you!

— however, sometimes he needs to go get someone taller than him to help you out with something, which he really Does Not Enjoy™️, so before you ask him to help you get something from up high (by your current standards, ofc) be sure to ask yourself if it really can’t wait until you’re back to normal lol

— like with Kokichi, the size difference between you and Ryoma isn’t all that drastic compared to some of the others, so he also manages to cuddle you without much issue. it’s a little awkward at first, but at least there’s no fear he might accidentally lay on top of you and squish you to death

— perks of having a boyfriend who’s 3’5", y’know?

Miu Iruma

— you’ve always enjoyed helping Miu out in her lab, and it isn’t uncommon for her to request your assistance with something, but up until now nothing has ever really... gone wrong in there, at least not majorly

— somehow, whatever shrinking device she’d been working on decided to have an absolute freak attack and target you, not the watermelon she was about to test it on, and now you’re about ten times smaller than you should be

— at least it works... right?

— she’s very apologetic and honestly feels so incredibly guilty that she could have possibly let something like this happen to you

— you’re honestly not very upset at first. she can fix it and you’ll be back to normal in no time, right? ...right?

— now is not the best time for Miu to be telling you about how she hasn’t yet developed a way to reverse the shrinking properties of her latest invention, but unfortunately she doesn’t really have another choice

— in the meantime, she takes it upon herself to whip up a few things to make your new life as a tiny person easier until she can dedicate her time to finding out how to get you back to normal

— you’re a little surprised at the sheer amount of robotic tools and gadgets provided to you that she just had laying around, as well as how quickly she’s able to throw together little devices to help you get around quicker, or reach things up high

— if there was any doubt that she was truly upset that her experimentation could have gone so wrong, it all vanishes the second she places her lips on your head (you may be small but that’s not going to stop her from kissing you!!) and says she’s never going to let herself put you in harms way ever again

— she loves you more than anything in the world, and would spend the rest of her life trying to undo the damage she caused if she had to! that’s how much you mean to her <3

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Million Dollar Man | Chapter Five

18+

summary: Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

Content warnings: sugar daddy!spencer, age gaps (14 years), daddy kink, blow jobs, handcuffs, thigh fucking, public sex, exhibitionism, edging, vibrators, dirty talk, dom spencer

word count: 4.6K

a/n: updates on Wednesdays and Saturdays

Chapter Five | Masterlist

He’s ripped from a peaceful slumber by his work phone ringing on the night table. Y/N asleep on his chest, he tries to reach for it without waking her, successfully he answers with a groggy whisper, “hello?”

“Morning sleepy head?” Emily laughs, “it’s 10 am, Reid, why are you whispering?”

“I’m with my girlfriend, she’s still asleep,” he realizes he’s never told the team flat out that he was seeing someone, they all guessed but none of them had really asked.

“Oh,” Emily seems just as shocked that he said it. “We have a local case, I need you here for the geo profile and then you can go back to your mandated break.”

“I’ll be in, in 30,” he replies before hanging up.

“Can I come?” She whispers against him, obviously awake from all the commotion.

“Sure,” he shrugs, “if you don’t mind seeing and hearing about whatever horrific thing happened this time.”

“I don’t,” she sits up and stretches, “come on Mulder, we’ve got a case to crack.”

He laughs, “sure thing Scully.”

—

He’s nervous in the elevator on the way up to the BAU, Y/N on the other hand is so excited she’s practically vibrating. She’s dressed for the part, with her little visitor's badge and Spencer’s hand held tightly in her own, she basically drags him towards the bullpen when the doors open.

“Spence!” Luke calls for him, Tara and Matt turn around with big smiles to see him. “Who’s this?”

“Uh,” Spencer swallows sharply, “this is my girlfriend, Y/N this is Luke, Matt and Tara.”

She lets go of his hand to shake theirs, he watches as they all smile and introduce themselves to her, causing the rest of the team to notice the new person in the room and rush over. They have a lot of questions, they’re all very surprised she’s as young as he was when he started at the bureau and that he’s actually bringing her around.

When he finds out what’s going on, he’s really glad he brought her in. There’s been a few bomb threats in D.C, one of which is the building across from Y/N’s apartment. They’re trying to keep hysteria to a minimum, he knows he wouldn’t have been able to tell her if he didn’t bring her, he also knows he would have broken protocol to get her out of there.

She sits at his desk while he works, looking through all his things for a while before Spencer hears a familiar voice in the bullpen. Penelope was called in for backup, making eye contact with Y/N as soon as she walked in and cheering. “Oh! You’re here!”

Spencer leaves the briefing room, abandoning the geo-profile to introduce Penelope to the girl she helped him find, he runs down the stairs and wraps his arms around her.

“Spencer,” she relaxes into his embrace and holds him close, “I’ve missed you so much.”

When Spencer pulls away, the smile on his face is remarkable, “Penelope, this is Y/N,” he says her name and Penelope automatically knows who she is.

He told her right after he bought her whole Wishlist, Penelope has known about her the longest and yet she’s never been able to meet her. She turns to Y/N with a smile, “are you a hugger?”

Y/N stands and wraps her arms around her, “I think I owe you a very big thank you,” she whispers in Penelope’s ear.

“For what?”

“Teaching grandpa over here how to use the internet,” she teases him, “and for your helpful tips, he was the nicest one I met on there.”

“You’re very welcome,” Penelope pulls back with another smile, holding Y/N’s face in her hands, “and thank you.”

Y/N pulls her into another hug and now everyone is watching, Spencer knows he’s going to be bombarded with questions eventually but for now, Y/N is going with Penelope to her office and Spencer has a map to look at while he stresses himself out.

Matt, Tara and Emily head to the scene to join JJ, Rossi and Will, leaving Luke with Spencer in the briefing room.

“Can I ask?”

Spencer nods, “go ahead.”

“How did you meet her? Was she one of your students?”

He doesn’t know how to answer, not because he’s ashamed of it or of her, rather because he doesn’t know if she’ll want people to really know. “Penelope helped me get online to meet people, I made an account on a sugar daddy website thinking it would be easier to pay someone who doesn’t know me to hang out rather than try and make a new friend.”

“That’s smart,” Luke nods along as he listens. “She seems really cool.”

“She’s the best,” he smiles. “She’s really smart and talented, she’s an author actually, her books coming out in January.”

“I’ll have to get a copy,” Luke smiles right back.

“Her publisher and I have actually planned a big birthday party slash final draft party, if you and the team want to come and have drinks and get to know her more, that would be really nice,” Spencer offers, knowing it’s about time they all celebrated something together.

“I’d love to come, and I’ll bring Penelope,” Luke’s just as excited as he is.

“I’m a little surprised you didn’t know already, being with Penelope and everything?”

He shrugs, “we don’t talk about work or really gossip about the team now that she’s not working here, it makes her a little sad that she left but she’s doing a lot better just coming in occasionally.”

“I didn’t think I’d like my months off at first, either, but now I’m also debating leaving,” he knows it's a lie. He’s already written his letter of recognition, he’s just waiting for the go-ahead from Y/N that they’re moving to California.

“16 years is a really long time to be doing this job,” he agrees, “I’m sure if you wanted to leave the bureau would offer you your full retirement package early, given everything you’ve been through for this country.”

Spencer nods, “don’t let this job take your spark, you’re very wonderful, Luke, and I’d hate to see you lose it for the greater good.”

“My greater good is just down the hall,” he smirks, “I make the world a better place for the woman I love, she’s the reason I get up every day and come to work because I can’t wait to get home to her safely.”

Luke has always loved Penelope, it’s been very obvious, and yet she didn’t want really anything to do with him until Derek advised her to be nice. She was so busy thinking about all her other babies leaving the nest after Derek that she didn’t take the time to consider bringing in Luke to the nest for warmth and love as well.

“When are you asking her to marry you?”

Luke turns bashful, a slight blush on his cheeks as he stares at the table, “Christmas, it’s her favourite time of the year.”

“Have you talked to Derek?” Spencer only worries slightly, after what happened with Kevin he doesn’t want to see it happen to Luke.

“Nope, I’ve talked to her brothers though, we’re going to California again this year for Christmas and they all said they’d love to have me in the family,” Luke smiles, “the Garcias are my favourite.”

Spencer isn’t normally a hugger but he walks around the table and wraps Luke up, “I’m asking Y/N in a week.”

“No way?”

He nods, “she’s the greatest good I’m ever going to get.”

“Amen, brother.”

—

Penelope’s job was incredible, she was in awe as she watched her tap away at her keyboard and answer a million and one questions. She reminded her of Ned from Kim Possible and she knew if she said that to anyone she’d give away just how young she is.

She’s gotten a lot of looks, she knows people are talking about it and yet she doesn’t really care. There isn’t any malice behind the stares and the whispers, they all seem genuinely surprised that Spencer has a girlfriend over the fact she’s in her 20’s.

There’s a single dull moment and she turns to Y/N, “can I please have the juicy details, please,” she begs and it makes her feel giddy.

She’s never really had any girlfriends like this, and she certainly didn’t have anyone to tell about Spencer. “He’s the love of my life, I’m completely serious.”

Penelope squealed, “that’s all I’ve ever wanted for him, ugh this is so exciting! Are you guys serious? How long has it been?”

She nods, “not long, uh he got me this necklace a week or two ago and we’ve been moving pretty slow for his sake. In the last 10 months he’s become my bestie and I’ve convinced him to move in and he sleeps in my bed now and I love waking up beside him… he’s a real gentleman.”

“That’s good, he’s never been able to take the scenic route in life… I know you’re only here cause he trusts you and if he trusts you that means you know everything and if you know ever—“

“Yeah,” she cuts her off, “I know about all of it and everyone who’s hurt him and how he’s hurt himself but what’s more important is that it doesn’t phase me, he’s just a person trying to deal with the life he’s been given, we all are.”

Penelope wraps her up in a gentle hug, “he’s always needed someone like you.”

It makes her heartbreak just a tiny bit thinking about how as long he didn’t have anyone. Sure, he was surrounded by his friends at work and loved enough that they all brought him back home but he was never cared for the way she would have done it. There’s a weird maternal instinct that comes over her with Spencer and she knows exactly why, all she knows is she wants to love him and care for him for the rest of his life.

If she lives to be 100, she hopes he lives to be 116, because there isn’t a day she wants to spend on this earth where Spencer Reid isn’t alive and beside her.

She’s not going to cry in Penelope’s arms after just meeting her so she pulls back with a smile, “but what kind of juicy details are we talking? Cause I can’t embarrass him too bad…”

Penelope’s laugh is evil as she rubs her hands together, “a little birdie whose name rhymes with shmerek said he knows how to use that mouth for more than just talking…”

It makes her laugh almost a little too hard and she starts to feel her face heat up, she simply nods, “yeah, we haven’t gone all the way but from what’s happened so far, I can agree.”

Penelope turns in her rolling chair and laughs, “ugh that’s so great, I’m glad you’re having a good time— I mean I always thought Spencer would be good in bed after all the chats we’ve had about kinks and shit, he’s really educated, obviously, but I always knew that it would translate from paper to real-life very easily.”

“Oh totally,” she nods feverishly, “we talked about that before actually, virginity is simply a construct used to control women and make them feel pure or dirty, to feel like they can take something from a woman and yet virgins are so sexual and in tune with their needs and wants that they typically are good or at least know what to do from whatever porn they’ve consumed when it comes down to it. How the more in tune with someone's sexuality that they are the better they are in bed because they apply what they want to their partner and almost get off more on the fact someone is enjoying them than the fact they’re being pleasured.”

Penelope shakes her head with a loving smile, “you listen when he talks, you love every part of him and you’re beautiful… he really hit the jackpot.”

She brushes it off with a laugh, “I got pretty lucky with him too.”

Her phone rings before she can agree, answering with a cheerful tone, Spencer is on the other end, “do you have my beautiful girlfriend with you still?”

“Present,” she answers for herself, “are you still here, dad-Spence?”

She bites her lip and closes her eyes, fuck.

“Yeah, uh, I am, we think we got the actual building with the bomb, they’ve sent the team down there to clear it and check it out.”

“I’ll head back to the bullpen, then,” she stands and heads to the door, not wanting to face Penelope after almost calling him daddy right in front of her.

“Hey,” she calls to Y/N, “don’t be embarrassed. I get it, believe me, I’ve answered some calls in here with the dirtiest remarks to the completely wrong people. But, I’ll see you later?”

She smiles, “yeah, I’d love to see you again.”

In the bullpen, Spencer’s by his desk all alone. His teams cleared out and now it was just the office staff wandering around. She wraps her arms around his waist and rests her head on his back, “ready to go home?”

“Uh, not yet…” he turns to look at her, “I don’t want to bring you back to D.C unless the case is closed.” He looks nervous and she understands it perfectly.

“Okie Dokie, she smiles, leaning in for a hug to get close to his ear, “can we fuck in a storage closet to pass the time?”

He laughs but he takes her hand and he pretends to take her on a tour, he leads her down the hall and towards the filing room where he knows no one will be. “No one has really used this room in ages, since we went digital, and Penelope had all this stuff put online anyway.”

“So you can bend me over that table and rail me next time we come back?”

“Or?” She hears his playful tone and smirks to herself, letting him manhandle her hands behind her back as he bends her over a table, “I could fuck these big beautiful thighs of yours?”

“So only you can get off? Please,” She scoffs at him, wanting to piss him off to see where it gets her, wiggling her ass back against him as she does so.

He unbuttons her pants and drags them down her legs to leave her in just her thong, taking a handful of her ass and squeezing before laying a hard slap against her, she gasps at the feeling but also at the fact it was so loud.

“They’re going to hear you?!” She whispers with a disappointed tone.

“Isn’t that what you said you wanted? You wanted everyone to know only daddy can take care of you?” He uses her own words against her and she whines. “That’s what I thought.”

“No, but seriously,” she turns her head to look at him, “check my pocket.”

He does exactly that, finding one of her little bullet vibes in the front pocket of her jeans, “you planned this?”

“I knew we’d be having some kind of sex somewhere in this building,” she smirks. “Also my safe word is red but keep going.”

“Alrighty, then,” she can hear the smirk on his face as he thinks it over.

He takes his handcuffs out of his back pocket and cuffs her, “you know, it’s public indecency looking like this in here, technically it’s a federal offence and it’s my duty as a federal officer to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

She swallows sharply, pushing back against his groin and gasping when her bare asscheek meets the cold metal of his gun in his holster. Sometimes she forgot he was a real FBI agent, sometimes it didn’t feel real to her because he was just her nerdy boyfriend and he never had any of his "cop props" with him… suddenly they weren’t just accessories to her anymore, he was actually a cop who just bent her over a table and cuffed her and now he’s going to fuck her "big beautiful thighs" as he called them.

“What’s the sentence, agent?” She plays along because damn he’s hot like this.

He presses his chest to her back as he leans in close to her ear, “It’s doctor, and you know that.”

He turns on the vibrator and rests it inside her underwear, right against her clit at the lowest setting, her thighs twitch at the feeling and all she wishes is that she had something to hold on to.

She whines again when she hears his belt buckle dangle and his zipper open, he grips his cock at the base and drags the head between her cheeks before slipping between her things with a sigh, “and it’s taking my time, you’re just going to have to, rather impatiently, deal with it.”

“Yes, doctor,” she closes her eyes and waits for the feeling of his cock between her legs but he doesn’t push in.

He places his feet on either side of hers so that she can't open her legs any further and finally, finally breaches her thighs. He groans at the drag of his cock against her skin as the vibrations from her panties continue to make her legs quake. She lets out a shaky breath and reaches for his shirt as he presses against her once more. Grabbing his tie instead, she pulls on it and he gasps for air.

“Sorry,” she mumbles with a smirk, not sorry at all for slightly choking him as she continues to hold his tie.

He swats her hands away from his tie and grips the cuffs to separate her hands, pushing them further up her back until it’s almost uncomfortable. The most uncomfortable thing about this was the fact he wasn’t inside of her, she felt so empty as she clenched around nothing. The stimulation on her clit was nice, the feeling of him taking her from behind is ungodly and yet he’s not in her. It’s the worst punishment in the whole world.

It was nowhere near enough to get her off and he knew that she wanted so much more that she wasn’t going to get, whining as he kept his thrusts at the same slow pace. It was agonizing, she squeezed her legs together more to tease him but he ended up liking it. There was nothing she could do for more, she was just going to have to let him take her, and that thought was what brought her closer.

“Please?” She begged, sounding just as desperate as she thought she would and not giving a single fuck.

“Please what?” He snaps his hips against her just a bit harder with each thrust.

She gasps again before biting her lip to hold back a moan, “finish in my mouth?” She begs once more, “please?”

He pulls off of her and yanks her off the table, turning her around, she drops to her knees without being told and opens her mouth immediately. He grips her by her hair and guides her towards his cock, slipping it past her lips and right down her throat.

He groans at the feeling, she closes her eyes for a moment to enjoy the feeling of his heavy cock in her mouth. Taking him more forcefully than ever before, he’s too caught up in the moment to realize he might be a little too rough but she also doesn’t mind. Breathing through her nose to stay calm she takes him as far as she can, pressing her nose to his pubes he can feel how hot her breath is as she struggles to breathe.

“Such a good girl,” he pulls her off so she can breathe for a moment, “you want my cum so bad don’t you?”

“Yes please, daddy,” she replies with a rasp in her voice that makes it obvious where he’s been.

She takes him in her mouth once more, sucking earnestly to get him closer and closer to the edge. He’s whining, pulling her hair and doing everything in his power not to thrust against her face, even though she’s okay with it.

She knows when he’s close because his cock always twitches in the same spot, it’s a tell-tale sign that he’s going to cum in a second. She applies more suction, running her tongue along the underside before taking him all the way once more just in time for him to cum right down her throat with each swallow.

He’s not quiet, anyone walking past the door will hear him panting and gasping, muttering good girl under his breath, he’s more fucked out by this blow job than she’s ever made him before. She can’t help but smirk as he pulls away and leaves her there on her knees, covered in spit and drool and unable to wipe her own mouth due to the fact she’s still fucking handcuffed.

She rests against his shoe, pressing the vibrator against her clit a little more, she twitches at how good it feels but it’s still not enough to get her off, and a part of her doesn’t want to.

He pulls her up to her feet and sits her down on the table he was just pretending to fuck her against. He attempts to spread her legs and get between them but she stops him, “leave the vibe where it is and let’s just go home?”

“You want to walk out of this building with a vibrator in your panties, and say goodbye to my co-workers and friends knowing you could cum anytime?”

She smirks, “yes, but I won't cum cause this pathetic toy isn’t as good at you.”

He clicks the button to turn it up a speed and she gasps, pushing against the feeling and moaning into it, “I’d like to see you try that.”

—

He takes her on the rest of the “tour” with that vibrator in her panties, she’s getting more and more flustered the more they look around. Eventually, he shows her the library, getting her alone in the back corner where he can talk to her without the risk of people knowing what’s going on.

“I can’t,” she whines as he presses her against the shelves, “please?”

“Please what?”

“Turn it off, daddy, I can’t take it anymore,” she grips his suit jacket tightly as she looks up at him with the eyes he can’t say no to.

“Mmm,” he hums, reaching into her pants to free her from the stimulation, she relaxes finally. “What do you think you deserve now?”

“Don’t wanna cum till we’re at home,” she whispers, “but you’ll have to make it quick because we have a flight to catch at 8.”

“Fuck,” he whispers like he forgot. “I hope we can get back into the apartment in time.”

“Why?”

“The bomb was in the basement of the building beside yours,” he admits and the whole facade fades, “that’s why I’m not taking you home yet.”

“That’s why you wanted to fuck me,” she whispers with a giggle. “You could have at least told me this was a ‘you almost died’ rush for you.”

“I didn’t want to say it like that,” he admits and a depression washes through his blood, he feels the low settle as he drops, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she takes his face in her hands and makes him look her in the eyes, “I love you, I’m glad we’re both safe. Everything in there is replaceable, you and me aren’t. This is a really good thing, Spencer.”

He nods, doing what she’s told him so many times she wants him to do, telling her his thoughts so that he’s no longer haunted alone, “when I told my friend Derek about you, he said dating a younger woman means I’ll never have to worry about you dying of old age before me. That’s one of his fears being the same age as Savannah, but I’ve lost so many people I never even thought about getting old with you I’ve just wanted to keep this version of you safe and with me forever.”

“Penelope said she always wished you’d find someone like me, and my only thought was If I live to be 100, I hope you live to be 116 because there isn’t a day I want to spend on this earth where Spencer Reid isn’t alive and beside me,” he whispers with a smile, “but now I’m thinking if you live to be 100, I don’t want to go past 84.”

“You can’t say that,” he whispers, tears bubbling in his eyes, “what if I die tomorrow? I need to know you’re going to be fine and not end your wonderful existence because I’m not here anymore. You’re too wonderful to put all your worth on me.”

She doesn’t want to cry, she already looks like she’s been fucked and now she’s a mess, she pulls him into a kiss so he’ll stop talking and they can just be together, it was hard enough for her thinking he was going to die eventually, let alone him hypothesizing dying tomorrow.

She rests her forehead against his, “we always do this.”

“What?”

“It’s like orgasms open the emotions or something,” she snuffles which turns into a laugh, “do you think our kids are going to find it weird that you’re so much older than me?”

Everything takes him for a loop, “uh,” he struggles to find the words, pulling back and looking at her as her face drops, “I um—

“You don’t want kids anymore?” She looks genuinely saddened and he doesn’t know how to answer.

“I do,” he nods, “just—“

“Not with me?” She puts the words in his mouth.

“With you, just not yet,” he holds her by the shoulders, “I need more time with you before we have a kid, I need to love life and be in a good place and somewhere where I can focus all my attention on them, and I can’t yet.”

“I want a baby by 30,” she whispers before pressing her lips together awkwardly, “46 isn’t too old to be a dad, I’ve seen men become fathers at 80.”

He laughs as the anxiety leaves him, “a little California surfer baby wouldn’t be too bad.”

“Well, we fuck like rabbits, we might get there sooner than you planned,” she nudges him, “you’re a wonderful boyfriend, and if you don’t mind, I’d like for you to stay my boyfriend for a little longer? I’m not ready to be a wife or a mom and change my name when I just got it put on a published book.”

“I’ll change mine to yours,” he replies like it's nothing, “or keep yours and we’ll hyphenate the kid's names.”

“It’s plural now?” She teases him once more.

“Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you,” he assures her, “forever.”

“You’d pluck a star from the sky for me wouldn’t you, Doctor Y/L/N?”

He laughs at how it sounds but he kinda likes it. Her word choice is even funnier to him, however, because he’s actually gone out of his way to pluck a star for her. She has no idea, but her last present is a big one.

She struggled to get her own name on a book for so long, now there’s a star named after her, in the sky for everyone to see for the rest of time.

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SEVENTEEN- REACTION: THEIR S/O GETS INJURED (PART 2)

(PART ONE)

part two of @honeyylin ‘s request!!! sorry it took so long honey ㅠㅠ

also check out honey’s acc!!! they’ve recently started writing fic so give em a visit!! <3

today’s photo theme is green green green green green green green green green green

(I didn’t proofread this I will when it’s not 5 am lol)

tw: food, injury

SEOKMIN

• *insert terrified screaming*

• yikes. this man. this poor fellow.

• he’s so worried about you!!!

• like. you’re fine. it’s not a big deal you just won’t be able to walk without crutches for a while

• but this man PHYSICALLY refuses to go to work

• Jihoon even comes to your apartment to beat Seokmin’s ass gently request he come to work cuz they kind of need him

• but no, because “y/n needs me more!!”

• please you’re fine. you can walk and you work from home already. you’ll live. You’ve been injured before.

• this goes in one ear and out the other!

• he will stay home and baby you and peek in your room every ten minutes like “hey are you ok???? do you need anything???”

• it’s kind of endearing

• the calls you keep getting from Seungcheol and Jihoon are not though because SOMEONE keeps forgetting to “call in sick” to work!!

• it’s just part of the whole shebang. he calms down eventually and gets over the anxiety of you getting even more hurt or struggling and goes back to the others

• but you bet your ass when he comes home at night you’re not going anywhere and he’s gonna baby you until he deems you all better

• also he definitely just likes babying you because he doesn’t declare you better until a week after the doctor does, “just to be safe!!!”

• he loves you very much and if anything we’re to happen to the love of his life he’d like. Evaporate on the spot

• 10/10 man right here

MINGYU

• ok so we know how clumsy this man is

• he technically knows how to take care of injuries

• also the injury was sort of maybe his fault ):

• he tripped over a damn rock and made you stumble too, falling and scraping up your leg

• and this poor man is apologizing faster than he raps

• you’re not badly hurt, and when the pain wears off you’re laughing

• and Mingyu’s all pouty lol

• and though you assure him that you’re ok and everyone trips up sometimes, he just wants to make it up to you

• he is also one of the other mfs who would make soup. him and Josh r gonna open a soup kitchen s2g

• but he’s also super cheesy and you wake up from a nap and see that Mingyu’s gone out and gotten flowers and made some nice food and made a little mini date in ur apartment

• and he just feels so bad !!!! please help this man

• once you joke that maybe you should get injured more often so you guys have more dates like this he finally really calms down

• but like I said, he’d know how to treat any injury

• maybe not well, and I’m sure this man’s instinctive response is “I will put a bandaid on it and move on with my life” but how focused he is when he is just wiping off dirt from your arm or leg or whatever and making you sit still while he gauzes it up is just really sweet he cares so much

MINGHAO

• this man does not know anything.

• I mean don’t get me wrong he’s incredibly smart and emotionally intelligent but also. there’s nothing in this man’s brain except for dastardly ideas

• and you nearly breaking your arm is not exactly a dastardly idea

• so he kinda just shuts down

• he wants to help !!! So bad !!!! but he can’t do anything !!!

• like he’s genuinely such a kind dude and always willing to help even if he teases about it and just always there

• and this is the one thing he can’t help with!!!

• so frustrated ):

• so he spends his time with you by lurking with a pout, ready for any request you had

• he definitely looks like a lost puppy ㅠㅠ

• maybe you act a little more helpless than usual so he can feel better about himself. just maybe

• seeing him brighten when you ask him to get the pasta from the top shelf or help with the laundry is completely worth getting hurt for!!

• eventually he cheers up and goes back to his normal and teasing ways

• and once you heal up he’s so glad he can hug you super tight again (:<

SEUNGKWAN

• Ah, Seungkwan.

• be prepared for lots of passive-aggressive scolding

• I mean when it first happens you can see the panic in this poor man’s eyes

• ok well technically you texted him about it but his reply was violently misspelled and he showed up at your house within 15 minutes

• tbh you should be scolding him because he definitely was speeding to get home that fast

• but he was scolding you!!!

• like wtf you’re already feeling shitty and then Seungkwan comes over and is acting like your mom

• but this man is emotionally mature!!!

• he notices how frustrated and snippy your replies get and calms down, hugging you tightly where you sit on the bathroom counter as he cleans you up

• complains about getting blood on his shirt tho the bastard

• but he definitely hangs out with you for the rest of the day and you catch up and eat ice cream while you lie around on the floor and it’s just. aju nice. (lol)

• he does his best to keep your mind off of any pain or struggling, and we all know this man is a master of distraction so it goes very well

• he’s a very home-y person and you always feel safe with him (:

VERNON

• his literal response is “well that’s not good”

• you fuckin call him like “hey sol I’m in urgent care kinda like. broke my arm” and he’s just like “Yeah that’s a problem”

• thank you Hansol “Sherlock” Chwe

• he is just. out of his element please this man will just stare at your cast or whatever with wide eyes like “yo you broke your arm” yes Vernon

• he’s kinda just fascinated ngl

• he lets you tell your story with wide eyes, beaming proudly when you said you didn’t cry

• he’s like “yeah that’s my partner (:< so cool and badass”

• he’s just very silly about it and doesn’t treat you any differently

• which is nice because you kinda hate people bringing attention to it cuz it’s annoying as shit already ):<

• and he’s already so helpful and willing to do chores or whatever so you don’t have to worry about carrying things or washing dishes or whatever cuz Vernon’s got it!!!

• plus it’s adorable how literally every night he’s just like “it’s so cool how you have a cast” like it’s the dumbest thing ever but he finds it so entertaining. like not even the fact you got hurt just like “holy shit like. it’s cement they basically cement your arm in place you have cement on your arm y/n you could knock someone out with that”

• he’s a cutie lol

CHAN

• ok contrary to popular belief I think he would handle it very well!!

• don’t get me wrong this man is PANICKING under the surface but like. he’s so calm about it on the outside??? hello????

• you call him during practice like “hey so I kinda got hurt I’m ok tho, at the doctor rn” and he’s just like “yes ok are you ok?!”

• little dude lol

• and even though you are, in fact, completely fine, he’s gotta worry smh it’s his job!!

• he comes home and listens to the story as he helps you change the bandages with the most gentle hands ))))):

• and being near you definitely helps calm him down

• he’s back to teasing and being goofy in no time

• this man also definitely knows some medical shit idk what makes me think that but he knows how to like. deal with an injury.

• he definitely is very medically aware idk man I feel like he listens to doctor speak cuz it’s cool and is like “oh yeah go ice that you don’t want it cramping up” whenever one of the other guys complains about something minor lol

• he’s very caring ): I love he sm (:

• he can be a little rat but he knows when to stop and be an ally and what an excellent ally he is!!!!!!!!!

I’m so sorry I’ve never done an after note like this before but seeing all the green and plants makes me think of this damn tweet and I can’t stop laughinh

“he has pollen allergy” I’m sobbing please

[oneyeartoparty]

The brothers react to discovering they’re MC’s biggest fear

Wow the last few weeks have been hectic for me. Been feeling incredibly alone and don’t have anyone to talk to and found out I need surgery which will happen sometime soon. I’m glad to have gotten to motivation to get this out for you guys. I’ve a request coming next so keep an eye out. This one is based on how MC has been through so much and what if this affected MC greater than they realized? I hope you all enjoy this =)

WARNING: This react has spoilers for all of Obey Me up to Chapter 60

This story contains: Blood, mentions of death/murder, traumatic experiences.

Lucifer

Lucifer is cautious as he enters the room the bogeyman is hiding in with MC in tow.  Few things scare him, but what does are things he’d rather MC not know about.

Still, above all else he wants MC to be safe. If that means they find out something about him he’d rather them not know about, then so be it. Their safety and happiness are his priority.

As the bogeyman before them begins to warp its shape, he puts up his guard. With their combined power, Lucifer is sure the bogeyman, no matter which form it takes will be a triviality to deal with.

MC is too consumed by fear to see the shock and guilt consume Lucifer as, surprisingly, the bogeyman turns into him.

“Did you think you wouldn’t face consequences for your actions, MC? You’ve broken so many rules, interfered so much, that it's time you paid for your insolence with your pathetic human life!”

The real Lucifer was quick to banish his fake as it pounced on them. With it gone, he focused his full attention on MC, who was completely still, gazing at where the bogeyman once was.

He knelt, taking their hands in his own, rubbing them gently to slowly calm MC down. He told them he was sorry he’d scared them so badly. He would do whatever it took to fix his horrible mistake.

With a kiss to the back of their hand, he promised for as long as MC loved him, he would never do something to make them so scared again.

Mammon

Mammon was already terrified at the thought of facing the bogeyman again. Even a fake Lucifer was terrifying, and it was something he didn’t ever want to see again.

Still, with some gentle coaxing from MC, he followed them to face down the bogeyman. Once they enter the room, he moves behind MC to hide, while simultaneously bragging about how unafraid he is.

A rumbling begins that causes Mammon to jump. He sinks behind MC, awaiting the appearance of Lucifer, but to his surprise, nothing happens.

At first, Mammon is ecstatic! They’d easily banished the bogeyman without a scratch or scare. He is soon brought back to reality when he hears MC’s panicked cries.

“Mammon? Mammon can you hear me? Please don’t leave me again. Lucifer said you’d look after me and I’m confused and scared. Please come back, I won’t be annoying anymore. Please.”

At that moment Mammon comes to the horrible realisation that his abandonment of MC during their first few weeks in the Devildom when he saw them as nothing more than a burden had taken its toll.

He hugs them desperately, telling MC over and over that he is here and that if they wish it, he will never leave their side again. He tells MC that he’s sorry and that he loves them.

From then on, Mammon sticks to MC like glue. No matter where they go, he’ll follow unless they say otherwise. He promises to always be there to make sure they know they’re adored and never, ever alone.

Leviathan

It takes a lot of convincing to get Levi to accompany MC to confront the bogeyman, but he decides to go because the thought of MC going alone is something far worse than a fake, albeit horrifying copy of Lucifer.

Instead of Lucifer, however, what appears is another version of him in his demonic form. It looks furious, its tail flicking back and forth, knocking over lamps, leaving holes in the wall and smashing the window.

Levi though it would target him. After all MC had protection right? But it became clear and the creature turned to MC, its rage only increasing as it began to shout at the scared human.

“YOU CHEATED MC! I’M THE BIGGEST TSL FAN, NO ONE CAN BEAT ME IN A TSL QUIZ WITHOUT CHEATING!”

His copy keeping screaming at MC, looking ready to pounce at any moment. The real Levi for his part wanted to scuttle out of the room and forget what had happened. But he was spurred on by his love and need to protect MC.

Using his considerable power, he banished the bogeyman, the false version of him fading with a shrill shriek, leaving only MC cowering in fear.

Levi rushed to them, hugging them, peppering them with kisses (something that will later bring a blush to his face) and promising them he’ll never do anything to make them that scared again.

He keeps his word and is also careful to manage his temper when it comes to his passions while MC is around. He also does his best to work with them to help them overcome their fear.

Satan

Satan isn’t fearful of the bogeyman as he entered the room with MC. He wants the creature gone, especially after it scared his brothers so badly. Upsetting his brothers like that is not something he will let go of so easily.

He wonders what the creature will become when they encounter it. He doesn’t have any fears, at least any he will admit to himself, and MC has the blessing of Luke. Would it even be able to do anything against them at all?

As the door closed behind them the creature begins to morph. Satan decides to take this moment to banish it, wanting to be rid of it before it caused them problems. He pauses though when what appears before him is none other than himself in demon form.

“How DARE you compare me to Lucifer MC! How foolish I was to expect anything more from a sniveling, weak human. Now you’ll pay fo-.”

Before the copy has a chance to do anything more, Satan acts, banishing the creature from sight to some distant unknown realm.

The threat gone, he turned his attention to MC. They were still as stone, still scared of the image of him. Guilt floods him, and he rushes to MC, profusely apologising and begging them to forgive him. He has done so much damage to his love that he can’t forgive himself until MC is happy again.

Being the Avatar of Wrath, he will always have an angry side, but he does his best to calm down and refrain from getting out of control while MC is around. He also becomes far more affectionate, often snuggling with them as he reads them stories or watching cat documentaries.

Asmodeus

Asmo is worried about how ugly the bogeyman will make him. He knows that his greatest fear is being ugly, and it brings him genuine fear thinking of all the horrible, ugly versions of him the bogeyman could conjure.

The form the creature creates is of him, but he’s his normal, beautiful and dazzling self. He thinks it’s a trick for a moment, and he waits for the form to shift. Instead, it speaks, looking directly at MC.

“Why would I love someone like you? I’m perfection incarnate. You’re my plaything, someone I’ll discard like the rest. Don’t think my affectionate words are anything more than sweet nothings.”

Asmo turned to MC, who was now backed against the wall, their hand covering their face, but doing nothing to hide their sobs.

Asmo rarely becomes as enraged as he did at that moment. He isn’t one to not get angry, but true rage from his is rare. With all the fury and power he can muster he summons a portal and forces the bogeyman through, sending it somewhere it will never return from.

With the bogeyman gone, he turns his attention to MC. He approaches them slowly, moving beside them. He isn’t sure how to proceed. His heart is aching at seeing MC so upset and he wants them to smile that beautiful smile again.

He starts to name each and every part of MC and why he loves it so much. From their nose to their toes, he doesn’t stop until MC is smiling again.

From then on he showers them with affection and love. Every morning starts with a compliment and a loving kiss, and he always makes sure MC knows he couldn’t live without them.

Beelzebub

Beel enters the room first, wanting to shield MC from anything the bogeyman might decide to do. He’ll gladly endure whichever one of his fears the creatures summons if it means MC stays safe.

Despite his effort, as the bogeyman warps its form, what appears is him in his demon form. This form is angry, its stomach loudly growling also drowning out the angry words being spoken by the creature.

“WHY DID YOU EAT MY PUDDING, MC? THAT WAS MY PUDDING AND YOU’VE GONE AND EATEN IT. NOW WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO EAT?!?”

As the creature screamed and shouted the sounds of shattering plates and crumbling brick echoed around, though nothing in the room was touched.

MC was terrified, backing away until their back touched the wall, too overtaken with fear to move any further.

Not wanting MC to suffer any longer Beel focused on banishing the creature. Focusing his power, the creating began losing shape. It fought him, but eventually, it faded from sight, banished back to where it had come from.

After the bogeyman is defeated, Beel approached MC. They’ve calmed down now the bogeyman is gone, but it has affected them. He apologises for allowing his hunger to overtake him so much that it caused them to fear him so much.

He gently hugs them, promising he’ll do whatever he can to help them overcome their fear and to never let his hunger overtake him so badly again, two promises he seals with a kiss.

Belphegor

Deep down Belphie knows what he’ll see if the bogeyman targets him and shows him his greatest fear. But he doesn’t want to admit it. The reality of admitting it is too much for him.

He accompanies MC regardless. He knows that together they can overcome whatever is waiting for them.

But Belphie didn’t fully realise exactly what the bogeyman would become. It began to take shape the moment the door shut behind them, forming into him in his demon form, fresh blood dripping from his hands and tail and splattered all over his clothing.

“Guess you are just a stupid human, huh? Falling for my silly trick you deserve to suffer and die like this.”

MC is petrified, begging him to not hurt them. It was MC’s fear that inadvertently spurred on their magic, banishing the creature without them realising.

With the bogeyman gone, Belphie could only stare at MC. He didn’t realise how much what he had done hurt them, and now that he did, he feared no matter what he did he would only make it worse.

Everyone waiting outside bursts through the door after hearing MC’s cries, and goes over to comfort them. Belphie decides to leave and return to the mansion and begins avoiding MC, thinking it better he stayed away.

It takes MC approaching him with Beel for him to talk with him, rather than leave the room. They talk and both agree to work together and heal so they can move forward, starting their journey with a hug and a kiss.

[houdinicorbini]

Movie date

Hisirdoux x Gn! Reader

Trigger warnings// fluff

“Come on, Douxie!” You call out to your boyfriend with a playful smile.

“We are going to be late if you don’t hurry!”

“I’m coming!” You heard him yell back with a slight chuckle in his tone.

You were waiting for your fashionably late boyfriend in the doorway of the apartment the two of you shared.

You were kinda curious on why he was taking so long. He doesn’t normally take this long ;especially when it comes to the two of you going on a date.

You were about to say something else when you saw him exit the bedroom with Archie on his shoulder. It was a rather adorable sight actually.

You were always curious on why Archie had glasses but you assumed that it was just a cosmetic and that they weren’t real glasses.

It sounded like he was talking to someone else while he was in there, but you decided to brush it off and not overthink it.

“Are you finally ready?” You asked while prying yourself off of the doorframe you had to wait so long that it felt like you were glued to it.

“Yes I am.” Douxie said before intertwining his fingers with yours. A part of you wanted to pull your hand away as punishment or taking so long, but you also wanted to hold his hand so you let it slide.

“Good, because another two minutes and I would have been walking out by myself.” You said in a joking tone ;even though sometimes it can be difficult to tell when you are joking. You’re glad that he knows you well enough to know when you are joking.

He put his hand on his chest before doing a dramatic gasp. “You would leave us behind just to go and see a movie?” He said with fake shock.

“Yes, especially if you are going to make us late.” You said before giving a him a boop and leading them out the door.

You heard a him chuckle as you continued to take the lead. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” You mumbled quietly.

Archie jumped off of his shoulder so the two of you could leave. You didn’t see this but Archie gave Douxie a quick wink before the door was closed.

You two decided to watch a late night movie so it was already well after dark when the three of you finally left.

There weren’t that many people out right now given how late it already was.

You didn’t really mind it though, you sometimes preferred it to be like this instead of the usual sea of people.

When you the theater was in sight you let go of your lover’s hand so you could grab your wallet.

“I thought we agreed I’d pay.” He said as he watched you go ahead and get some money out.

“I changed my mind when you decided to take three hours to get ready.”

“It was not three hours.” He quickly pointed out.

“It definitely felt like it.” You shot back.

Normally the two of you didn’t care who pays, sometimes you’ll goof and “fight” one another to see who can pay first, but you quit your job recently because of the unbearable amount of stress.

So you both decided that it might be best to let Douxie pay for a little bit more lately, though, you still felt incredibly bad for it.

“I don’t mind.” He said while placing his hand on your back. It was though as if he could read your mind, though your face was clearly giving away how you felt right now.

You felt him give you a soft peck on the forehead, as a way to try and reassure you that he didn’t mind.

You let out a small sigh before putting some of the money back into your wallet. “At least let me pay for the snacks and drinks.” You at least wanted to do that.

Douxie chuckled and nodded. “Alright.” He said before giving you one more peck.

After getting to the theater, you two bought your tickets and some snacks before the movie started.

Since you didn’t get there exactly when you wanted so the ads should have already started playing by now. You’d be surprised if they hadn’t started yet.

When you entered the room where your movie was playing, you were surprised to see no one there. “It looks like we have the place to ourselves!” You say excitedly before going up to the top to choose the seats.

Douxie just laughed as he followed you up to the top of the seats, one of the many things he loved about you is how excited you were about some of the smallest of things. It really did bring a smile to his face every time it happened.

He took his seat next to before you gave him his drink and selected snacks because you refused to let him carry any of it.

“Thanks, love.” He said before opening up a bag already. You always smiled when he referred to you with any kind of name like that. Even though you two have been dating for a while, it still made you feel all bubbly and giddy on the inside. Which is why he’ll continue to do it.

Eventually the movie started to play, it was supposed to be a horror/thriller but so far you both have been disappointed.

It’s only halfway done and the both of you are determined to sit it out until the movie is over. Though that might be difficult with how boring the movie is to you.

Douxie could tell by looking at you, he also was getting quite bored with the movie. An idea then popped into his head that brought a smirk to his face.

He brought of the armrest that was dividing the both of you, you assumed he only wanted to get closer so you scooted as much as could to him.

You felt him place his arm around you so he could pull you against him. You were about to cuddle up to him when you gently grabbed your chin so you could look at him.

The light from the movie illuminated his face enough to show him looking at you with gentle eyes, but you also quickly noticed a mischievous smirk.

He slowly leaned in, slow enough so you could back out if this isn’t what you wanted, but you learning and filling the gap had him smiling even more.

You placed both of your hands on his chest and tilted you head slightly so you could deepen the kiss. You definitely thought this was better then the movie.

You suddenly felt a pair of soft and warm hands being placed on both of your cheeks before you were gently pushed all the way back onto the seats.

Douxie was the first one to part, both of his cheeks flushed with a rosy red and he was panting ever so slightly. Though, you assumed you probably didn’t look any different.

As he got closer, you assumed things were about to get escalate even more, but it surprised you when switched positions so now you were laying on top of him.

You felt yourself starting to smile as you cuddled your head into his chest and you could feel his arms wrapping themselves around you once more.

You had to admit, this was nice.

After the movie was finally over, the two of you grabbed your things and headed straight home.

It was a rather enjoyable walk back, wasn’t too hot out, the two of you goofing off while continuing to work on your drinks and snacks. Just a pleasant time overall.

You were about to unlock the door to your apartment when it sounded like you heard that same voice from earlier. But it was like they were screaming.

Douxie seemed to get worried because he grabbed the keys from your hands and immediately opened the door.

It was a rather unbelievable sight, what used to be a cat is now a furry dragon running away from a strange creature you’ve never seen before.

The only reason why you knew it was Archie is because of the same glasses.

You saw Douxie run in and help deal with the creature while you were still there standing in complete and utter shock.

After everything was dealt with, Douxie came back over to you with a worried look. “Y/n, are you alright?”

“Maybe they just need some time, Douxie.” Archie said.

Well this has definitely been a very interesting night.

[dizzydennis]

Sonic x Cream & Cheese Cover Story - English Translation

Translator note: I am not fluent in Japanese. I did my best to bring these translations for Sonic fans to enjoy. Constructive criticism is absolutely welcomed, but please be kind. I hope you enjoy this sweet little story!

It’s the popping and colorful, “Music Plant.”

Tubes of brass instruments weave and wind around the bouncing path of a piano keyboard. This area is entertaining to anybody who listens to  the music within it and it’s become somewhat of a famous attraction for some animals.

In such a cheerful place like the Music Plant, you can see two energetic shadows chasing after something. The blue hedgehog, "Sonic" was ahead of the other two with a large gap between them.

Just behind was the little rabbit girl, "Cream" and her chao friend, "Cheese.” Due to the Music Plant being full of various musical instruments and gadgets, even if they thought they had caught up, they'd be pulled elsewhere soon again. The race between these characters allowed the scales of music to play beautifully like a duet.

Looking back, Sonic couldn't see Cream. Sonic tried slowing to walk to assess the situation, but... Cream then came down softly from the sky and blocked his way.

“Mr. Sonic! Please let us go on an adventure together!”

Cream can fly through the sky by flopping her big ears. She could never beat Sonic in terms of foot speed, but she was always able to catch up with some clever shortcuts. Sonic smiled and sighed.

“Like I said, ‘that’s no good!’ The place I’m heading towards is pretty dangerous.”

Sonic carefully chose his words. As he continued on forward he gave a wink to express an all-too-simple: “I’m sorry.”

Sonic then slipped and said “...for a kid.”

Upon hearing this, Cream puffed out her cheeks in frustration and clenched her fists.

“Urgh, Mr. Sonic! Don’t treat me like a little kid! Hmph!”

“It’s not like that, Cream! It’s not that at all. It’s just a bit...”

-ZUUUUUUUUUN-

Just as Sonic tried to find the right words, a terrifying rumbling sound was heard from a distance that shook the Earth. Sonic gave a serious look. Apparently he had a bit of an idea of what that sound was.

“I gotta go fast! Cream, you get home safely, OK?”

“Ah, Mr. Sonic! Please wait!”

Sonic, who flew off at full speed this time, disappeared from Cream’s view as he ran towards the horizon.

For a few seconds, Cream stared at where Sonic had ran with a frazzled expression, but she soon got blown forward... or rather, she started walking again with a much more excited expression.

“Teehee, we should probably go check out that loud noise. It’ll surely shock Mr. Sonic!”

“Chao, chao?”

Cheese seemed to be questioning why Cream wants to keep up with Sonic so badly.

“Is it alright, Cheese? Wherever Sonic goes, there’s bound to be lots of fun adventures! Of course, there are times when our adventures get tough, but Sonic is strong, kind, and knows all about how to adventure. Everything will be just fine!”

“Chao! Chao, chao!”

Cheese seemed to agree and the two went off!

-BANG!!!-

The air shook from far away, and suddenly a loud roar broke through the air. A very large clump of iron flew towards them while it emitted a thick black smoke. It quickly slammed downwards.

CRASH! CRASH! The keyboard bridge and instruments around it were totaled and collapsed.

“Th-Thi- This is bad!”

It must have come from that dangerous place Sonic mentioned just before. Cream, who had fallen over due to the first impact had gotten up in the chaos of everything and saw the miserable, destroyed surroundings. She tried to dust herself off.

Crumbling bridges, animals fleeing for their lives... is this what constitutes as an adventure?

Meanwhile... on the other side of the Music Plant.

“You wanna play me a number? Heh, this is just a robot from Eggman’s Incredible Interstellar Amusement Park; I guess he won’t play.”

A mass-produced Death Egg Robot about the size of a small mountain had stopped moving and was leaning against a trumpet-like facility. It stopped with black smoke shooting out all over the place.

Through it all, Sonic was making a fool of himself while gleefully playing the trumpets.

The truth is, Sonic came here to take down this mass-produced Death Egg Robot when he had heard it was attacking here. The owner, Dr. Eggman, was nowhere to be seen as this seemed to be a “stray robot” that rampaged at complete random. Even so, it was still strong and dangerous. Sonic had to be careful getting Cream involved.

The robot was defeated without much trouble. Sonic was in a good mood because he had made sure the collateral damage was minimal. With this, fixing things back to normal would be fairly easy. The beautiful scenery of the Music Plant and the beautiful sounds that people loved would soon be restored.

Suddenly...

Sonic noticed black smoke rising from the overpass which was only a short distance away. It seemed like the last explosion from the destroyed Death Egg Robot may have caused a huge clump of debris to fly off. It must have flown far and struck that bridge.

“Oh no!”

There were probably many tourists there and Sonic felt it was the exact area where he split up from Cream. He ran with all of his might and had an absolutely serious look on his face.

Sonic traveled at the speed of sound as he overcame colorful hills, spin dashed through a tunnel of brass instruments, and more to arrive at the scene.

A group of animals seemed to be relaxing after having safely evacuated the dangerous bridge area. Cream and Cheese flew down as she flapped her ears.

“Cream!”

“Mr. Sonic!?”

Cream made an expression that shined brightly as she flew to Sonic. But in the shadows of her shining smile, she was tired... but still happy. She went to rescue the many animals and others who were too slow and left behind on the bridge. She took care of the children who had been separated from their parents.

Sonic talked for a while and noticed that Cream was safe, the damage to the surroundings was not as catastrophic as it first seemed, and there were no major injuries. Cream felt relieved and put her hand to her chest. However, Cream’s expression seemed off.

She then said, “I’m so glad that everybody is safe.”

Cream looked downward and continued to speak in a sweet voice.

“I really wanted to defeat that bad robot and go on an adventure with Sonic.”

Just then, Cream stomped on some pebbles at her feet and turned away from Sonic. She continued to look down at the ground. Sonic spoke softly to Cream with a gentle smile.

“That’s not it at all, Cream.”

Sonic stroke the back of Cream’s head and she slowly looked up. Sonic then took to one knee to be at Cream’s eye level.

“An adventure like today... well, it requires both ‘strength’ and ‘kindness.’ We gotta make sure we have both of them.”

“...?”

“Today, you helped me out entirely with your kindness. It was honestly a huge help if I do say so myself!”

“!?”

“Sure! I defeated the robot that was attacking the Music Plant, but half of this adventure was entirely you, Cream!”

“!!”

Like a soft breeze floating by, Cream’s heart shined.

There are times when things get really tough, but if you have strength and kindness, it will be okay. Isn't that the ideal form of an "adventure" for Cream? Today she had an adventure with Sonic!

For Cream, today’s excitement, her hard work, and the way things turned out are all a shining part of her adventures.

Happiness and pride filled Cream’s heart.

“I... really had an adventure?”

“Yeah!”

“I really used my kindness well?”

“Sure!”

“So... will you... take me on more adventures?”

Of course! Sonic gave a thumbs up as a promise, but as the sun started setting, he thought for a moment and answered:

“That’s fine by me, but... it’s getting late. Isn’t it time to go home? Your Mom must be worried. So, how’s tomorrow sound?”

“Hmph! Please don’t treat me like a kid again.”

Sonic ran off with an expression that showed he knew he hit a nerve. Cream and Cheese gave chase.

Music scales filled the air as they ran through the Music Plant; their performance echoing through the sky.