#and at the very last second we see that the person who is fast asleep is kate

[chaossmagic]

i am once again asking for kate and yelena to kiss each other on the mouth

[simplyholl]

Happily Never After Pt. 1

Summary: A marriage proposal from Prince Loki is every princess's dream come true, except for yours.

Pairing: Asgard Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY. Loss of Virginity.

W/C: 3.4K

A/N: This will be two parts!

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"Married to Prince Loki?!" You shriek. It was the most absurd thing you had ever heard. "Stop being dramatic, dear. You two are very close. Since Prince Thor is already promised, this is the best match we could secure. Your father and I thought you would be happy considering he is your friend, and not a stranger."

"We used to be close! That was ages ago! I loathe him, mother. This is unfair. I would rather marry a stranger." You protest, wiping your sweaty palms on your long gown as you pace the room. "Why do you hate him? We just visited them last week." She tries to reason with you.

"You said yourself he was your best friend. Do you not recall the tears you shed when your father forbid you from spending time with him unchaperoned?" She pours herself more tea, waiting for your reply. "Yes, well he was my best friend. He's a different person now. I barely know him." You look out of your window, the palace in clear view of your own estate.

Your father was king of a neighboring realm, when the ogres attacked, forcing your family to seek safety in Asgard. You were welcomed with open arms. Frigga and your mother became fast friends. Odin relied on your father's knowledge of the other realms' customs, so he became valuable to him. Frigga invited your mother for tea every day. She insisted your mother bring you along since she had two boys close to your age you could play with.

Thor was older, more focused on playing rough with the other boys. He never paid attention to you. Loki was only a year older than you. You often found him reading under a tree instead of playing. He didn't notice you at first until you insisted the older boys let you play. Volstagg accidentally knocked you to the ground.

When Loki heard you crying, he stood up for you even though Volstagg towered over all of you. He was an unusually large child. Loki brought you to his favorite hiding place. Deep in the woods behind the palace there was a treehouse. He explained that he often came there for solace. It was built for Odin thousands of years ago when he was a child.

Thor didn't like to play there because it was too far from the palace. He thought he would get in trouble. One evening, Loki lost track of time and fell asleep in the treehouse. When he was finally found, Frigga had the place cleaned up, so it wouldn't be dangerous. Ever since that day, you and Loki were inseparable. You used the treehouse as a secret lair for you two to spend time alone.

The other children didn't play with you. They only played with Loki because they were scared of Odin. You understood each other completely. You would make up stories and put on one person plays to share your creativity. You grew up together. It went from playing as children, to hiding out in the tree house after mandatory appearances at balls. You despised when your father wanted you to meet other royals. He would force you to dance with their sons. After two dances, you and Loki would slip away to your private place.

You would laugh about the cheesy things they said to impress you. You would never forget the first time your heart skipped a beat. You were laughing about the visiting prince who told you your gown was lovely. It was the most hideous shade of lime green the seamstress could find. You had requested it that way, so you could hide your beauty. You wiped tears of laughter from the corners of your eyes as you told Loki your reasoning for the unpleasing color.

"You should have known you couldn't hide beauty like yours even in that atrocious gown." His sentiment made you blush, your heart stopped beating as he held your gaze. His eyes lingered on your lips for a few seconds too long. You were sure he was going to kiss you. You closed your eyes in anticipation, feeling his face draw closer to yours. Then you were interrupted by Thor bellowing down below. Your father was looking for you.

You wouldn't be allowed out of his sight if he caught you out there. When you got home, you wrote everything down in your diary. How Loki had made you feel beautiful for the first time in your life, how you wished Thor and your father would have waited moments longer. The next day your father called you into his study, your diary in hand. Oh, how you wished the floor would open up and swallow you whole.

"I forbid you to see him ever again." Your father's stern words instantly made you cry. Loki was everything to you. You couldn't lose him. You told him it was just a silly crush. That what you had written was just a fantasy you made up. He finally believed your lies, but now you couldn't be with him unless you were chaperoned.

Hundreds of years went by, you were as close as ever. You still found your way around the chaperones. You would sneak out at night meeting at the treehouse. You would stay up half the night together laughing as you did when you were children. He would have you back in your bed before sunrise. You always thought it was unfair that you had to be chaperoned, but Loki could do as he pleased.

Then came your first heartbreak. A visiting prince had met you at one of Frigga's balls. He immediately asked your father to court you. You were devastated. You didn't want to be courted. You were happy with your life. But your father couldn't wait to marry you off. But the more time you spent with the prince, the more you liked him. He had dark hair and blue eyes, sometimes you pretended he was Loki.

But he wasn't and there was your whole problem. No one would compare to Loki. But if you had to marry someone, at least the prince was nice. The prince would often find you with Loki going on strolls through the gardens, eating, and reading in silence. One evening, he visited your estate. He said he wanted to end this courtship. You couldn't think of anything you did wrong. He explained that he was certain your affection lied elsewhere, and he wanted to be the only man in his future bride's life. You didn't understand what he had meant, but you thanked him. You were free once again.

Then the latest scandal sheet was delivered by your maid. It mentioned how you and the prince were getting close. You rolled your eyes, thankful that was over. But when you reached the last paragraph, your whole world shattered. Prince Loki had been seen at the brothel three times this week. Not only that, but he had been caught with an unnamed maid in his mother's garden.

It wasn't uncommon for royalty to fuck around like whores, but this truly wounded you. You cried for a week after it came out. Your mother thought you were upset over the prince ending your courtship, so she explained there would be other princes. You didn't visit Loki for three months after the scandal sheet came out.

Another one hundred years passed, and you had grown used to Loki's womanizing. You were at the market, Loki carrying your basket filled with trinkets, winking at the unsuspecting maidens. He made note of the ones he wanted to bed later. You rolled your eyes, as you handed your coins to the shopkeeper, peeling the orange you just purchased.

"Really Loki, can you go one minute without finding four new lovers?" You joked. "Jealous?" He smirked. "Of course not, don't be ridiculous." "The only reason you are not overcome with jealousy is because you do not know what I am capable of carnally." The bite of orange you had just taken lodged down your throat causing you to choke. Loki smiled, pleased with himself.

"Of course, I wouldn't know that, or care to find out. You shouldn't speak of such things so loudly. What if someone heard you?" You looked around, your maid, Greta had her eyes on the ground pretending she wasn't listening. Loki walked over to her, dropping a few coins into her hand, and whispering to her. You watch as she goes to the next vender looking at the silks.

Loki grabs your arm, leading you behind a tent. "Aren't you curious? Your parents keep you in the dark, only for the bumbling fool you end up marrying to spill his seed in a matter of minutes." You would be like the other princesses, not knowing what to expect on your wedding night, if it wasn't for Loki. He had told you all about the act some hundred years ago, so you would know what to expect. You were thankful for that, at least.

But now, when he was looking at you like that, and speaking of such things, you wished you didn't know. "You won't experience pleasure with them. They just want to produce an heir, and once that's taken care of, he will get a mistress. I don't want that for you. I hope that you find a love match, but that is highly unlikely considering your father allows anyone with a title to court you."

You consider Loki's words as he leans in, his breath tickling your ear. "Let me show you what you are missing. I'll make it good for you. You deserve to experience mind blowing sex at least once in your life." He was the devil himself; you were sure of it. He was so tempting. You knew he was experienced, and women threw themselves all over him everywhere you went. He had to be good at it.

"I - I'm not sure. I would be ruined if anyone found out. My father would kill you.” You whisper, just in case someone was listening. "That's not a problem, I would just marry you before your reputation took a hit." He smiles as if what he said wasn't crazy. "Loki, I couldn't ask you to do that. To be honest, I am frightened. Not of you, but of the act itself. It doesn't sound like it would be pleasurable. Oh, but it must be if every eligible maiden in the kingdom lets you have your way with them."

You continue your ranting until Loki grabs your hand. "I would be gentle with you. We could start slowly. We would only do what you are comfortable with." You agreed to meet him at the treehouse that night. When you're back in your chambers you call Greta in to question her.

"Greta, have you had sex before?" She gasps, looking everywhere but at you. "My lady, that is not appropriate." You sit on your bed, gesturing for her to sit beside you. "Oh, spare me, we have known each other since we were girls. So out with it." You fold your arms across your chest waiting for her to answer.

"Yes, there was one man." She answers, her cheeks turning red. "Greta! Who was it?" She smiles, "Bart, the baker's son. We had a lovely couple of months together, but then he married the butcher's daughter. You see, men are fickle creatures. They use you until they find someone else. So be warned, my lady, keep your heart out of it. Men can have sex without emotions, and us women, well we often times end up heartbroken."

Greta's words repeated in your head all afternoon. You had known Loki for centuries, so you didn't think he would hurt you. But you were tempted to turn around, go back to your chambers and pretend like none of this ever happened. Luckily, he was in the treehouse waiting for you, so you couldn't leave now.

"It has been brought to my attention that men will do this with anyone, so I know it will mean nothing to you. And apparently, it will mean everything to me. I just don't want to regret this." You confide in Loki. "My darling girl, this will mean everything to me too. You are far too precious to me for it to mean nothing. We don't have to do anything if that is what you wish."

"I think you are right. I deserve to feel pleasure, and I trust you. I'm just nervous." Loki cups your face in his hands, bringing himself closer to you. It was so similar to that night when you were teenagers, your stomach erupts in butterflies. You never imagined the cute, gangly boy you knew so long ago would grow into the devilishly handsome man before you.

He kisses you, and it is exactly how you had always imagined. It was as if no time had passed between the moment when he almost kissed you centuries ago and now. You felt exactly the same. When he finally breaks the kiss, you look at him with wide eyes. If just his kiss could make you feel like this, you were in trouble.

Loki sat you down on the old mat you used to read on as children. It had fresh linen on it. Loki must have put it on before your arrival. He pressed kisses to your neck, sharp teeth nipping at your exposed skin. He had you sit up so he could undo your dress, nimble fingers working quickly on your corset until all your clothing was sat aside. You were bare for the first time in front of a man, but you were not ashamed. You should have attempted to cover yourself, but when Loki looked at you like you were a priceless painting, you felt no need to.

Loki took his time kissing every part of you. He toyed with your nipples, and you felt yourself growing wet. When he lowered his head to take one between his lips, you finally understood why all those maidens would jump at his beck and call. He kissed his way down your stomach, nipping your upper thigh. He spread your legs apart, pleased with your arousal dripping down your thighs.

"May I?" He asks, pink tongue poking out to lick his bottom lip. You aren't sure what he is asking, but he knows what he is doing, so you give your consent. His tongue envelops you, sliding from your slit to your most sensitive part. "Loki!" You shout, as he continues exploring you. His tongue flicks your clit as your hands weave through his messy locks.

You never imagined it would be like this. And you suppose if it wasn't for Loki, you would never know. He slips a long finger inside you as he continues licking you, He stretches you, placing another finger inside. You jolt at the intrusion, his fingers curling to caress your walls. You feel like you are about to explode.

"Loki, I feel so wonderful." You tell him. His lips suction around your clit, tugging while his fingers work their magic. Stars explode behind your eyes as your first orgasm rips through you. Loki waits until you finish writhing on his face before coming up for air. He wipes your arousal off his face with the back of his hand.

You think that has to be the most attractive thing you have ever seen. But you are proven wrong when Loki undresses. He has filled out since the last time you saw him shirtless, when you were swimming as teenagers. He drops his trousers, hard cock springing free. You gasp when you see the size of him. You were beyond thankful he told you about the differences between men and women so long ago. What a surprise this would be if he hadn't.

"You still have time to change your mind, love. Just say the word and I will stop." He stalks toward you, lowering himself to the mat. "Please do not stop." You say breathlessly. Loki chuckles, settling between your thighs. "This will hurt, but only for a moment. Tell me when you are ready for me to move."

Loki sinks into you, pressure and pain causing you to cry out. "I'm so sorry. I can't help it. It will feel better soon, I promise." You grit your teeth as Loki bottoms out. He stills inside you, waiting for you to give him permission to move. You take a minute, adjusting to his size, before you tell him you are alright.

Loki slowly removes himself before filling you completely again. After a few thrusts, it starts to feel good. "Faster, Loki, please." You beg, clawing at his back as he ravishes you. His hand comes down between your joined bodies, skilled fingers swirling against your clit. The feeling you had earlier comes back full force, another orgasm sending you soaring. Loki pulls out, finishing on the fresh linen on the mat. You lay there, breathing heavily, looking at Loki. He truly is beautiful. "Shall we go again?" He asks, his signature smirk returning.

Loki laid with you three more times before the sun rose. He walked you back to your estate, making sure you made it inside safely before walking back to the palace. The next day, you were excited to see Loki. You secretly hoped you would spend the day in the treehouse.

"Mary was looking for you." Fandral tells Loki, raising his eyebrows suggestively. "Well, you can tell her I never wish to see her again. She is of no use to me anymore." They laugh in unison, walking away as you round the corner. "Has someone finally caught your eye?" Fandral smiles. "Actually, I plan on asking the princess to marry me." Loki shocks Fandral who places a hand over his heart.

"Did you hear that, Greta?" You ask your maid, unwanted tears filling your eyes. "Yes, my lady." She answers. "Repeat what you heard please."

"Prince Loki said "You can tell her I never wish to see her again. She is of no use to me anymore." She looks at you with pity. "That's what I heard too. Oh, Greta." You collapse into her arms, sobbing. "Let's go home, my lady. We mustn't let the prince see that he has hurt you."

From that moment on, things were very different between you and Loki. He demanded to know why you avoided him now and why you never had a kind word for him. You never answered because he knew what he had done. He just didn't know you heard him talking about you. That was five months ago. Now, Odin was ordering him to marry and they had chosen you of all people.

If this happened before you would be ecstatic. Now, it makes you sick thinking about being alone with him. You had no choice. Your father had been trying to marry you off for centuries, and you always got out of your courtships somehow. You suspected Loki had a hand in it. But now that he wanted to marry you, there was no getting out of it.

You were expected at the palace by noon tomorrow. You paced the floor so many times, your footprints were probably embedded into the floor. Then you had the perfect idea. You would run away.

The next day everyone awaited your arrival. Your mother and father sat with Frigga and Odin having tea while they waited. Thor patted Loki on the back. "Finally, brother. Everyone saw this coming. I am very happy for you." Loki brought his cup to his lips, when a timid knock on the door interrupted them. He jumps up, rushing to let you inside. Instead of you, he is greeted by Greta. "Forgive the intrusion, your highness. It's the princess she ran away." Greta hands Loki the letter you left.

She sniffles, worried about you. While he reads the note, your father and Odin start planning on sending knights to find you. Frigga comforts your mother. "What does it say?" Thor asks, peeking over Loki's shoulder.

Greta, I cannot marry that pompous ass. I would rather live amongst the pigs. Do not bother looking for me, because you will never find me. Tell mother and father I love them dearly. Thank you Greta, for everything. I wish I could have taken you with me. All my love.

"No need to create a search team, father. I will find her myself." Loki states, leaving the room.

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[ukulelevillainwrites]

who follows the rules anyway?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

final part

pairing: anthony lockwood x reader

word count : 6.3k

note: so here we are, some 8 months later this series is done! having mixed feelings rn but anyway i'm so glad i got to share this with you guys and there's a lot more to come

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[from Lockwood’s pov]

It was still early when he started to emerge from his dreamless sleep. The few hours of rest he managed to get weren’t enough to drown out the confusion that had taken over his thoughts ever since Barnes had showed up yesterday. The sun wasn’t up yet. Time stood still and everything was quiet. He tossed and turned trying to fall back asleep but the blinking of the ghost lamp around the corner kept lighting up his room in a soft fluorescent light.

After y/n had gone up to the attic yesterday, he had stayed with George discussing new plans. They had spent dinner going over their notes from the previous weeks, their scribbling blackening the white cloth with new ideas. The problem was that they needed to take on new cases and planning for the party had already exhausted them. He didn’t have the heart to tell her that Dufour would have to wait a few more weeks until they were ready to strike again. The plate George had prepared for her was going cold and not seeing her come down, Lockwood had tried to bring it up for her. He had been relieved to find her fast asleep and not brooding about Barnes’ news. Even though she had woken up late after the night they spent at the fundraiser, she hadn’t seemed to be doing so great. He really hoped it was the champagne and not something else.

Thinking back to the night before, it was a miracle she had talked to him at all that afternoon. He had tried from the very beginning to separate work from his personal life. Whatever was the nature of his feelings towards her, whether it be hatred or otherwise, they had to have each other’s back in the field and that was all that mattered. Somehow, she still managed to tear down his walls of defense. Saying he had lost control at that party would have been an understatement. From the moment her lips stained his cheek red, all logic flew out the window. Between his proximity, his jealousy and the few terms of endearment that had slipped his mouth during the night, he had turned their working relationship into a minefield without a doubt.

She had rolled over, interrupting his train of thoughts. He had looked at her with fondness while she stretched in her sleep before settling back on her side. He then had gone back downstairs, thinking that rest would probably do her some good. He hadn’t had the opportunity to bring her even more bad news that night. But now here he was, the following day, with this unpleasant discussion still ahead of him and it certainly wasn’t going to let him fall back asleep. He reluctantly pushed his blanket away and pulled his grey hoodie over his head.

After his usual breakfast tea, and a second mug for comfort, Lockwood paced around the library while he waited for y/n to wake up. He had to tell her she wouldn’t get her revenge any time soon, the sooner the better. But did he really have to? The last time he refused to help her they had one of their worst fights. He certainly didn’t want that to happen again. All he wanted was for them to get along. That was a lie. What he really wanted was for her to look at him with the same fondness she had the night before, even just for an instant. He wanted her to tell him what she had meant when she’d admitted she had let her feelings get the best of her. He wanted to hold her in his arms again. What a mistake this had been. The three of them would go under if they didn’t take on new cases soon. And they would all have him to blame, just because he let his feelings get in the way of his work.

When he looked back at the clock on the wall, it was already 8:30. y/n had been supposedly asleep for twelve hours now. Granted she didn’t look too well yesterday, she still should have been awake by now.

For the third time, he went back to the kitchen for another mug of tea. He ran towards the door when he finally heard footsteps coming that way. He was greeted with George’s disheveled look instead of the person he was expecting to see. His smile faltered and he went back to standing next to the counter without saying a word.

“Good morning to you too…”

He poured his friend a cup of tea as a form of apology.

“Sorry,” he said while handing it to him, “I thought you were y/n”

George stared at him with a torn expression, hesitating between a snide comment or a sarcastic joke. He took a sip of his tea and sighed.

“She’s been asleep for a while now.”

Before Lockwood could share his worry, a knock on the front door interrupted him.

“Did we have any appointments scheduled today?”

“No, the last one I scheduled is tomorrow at 10”

He frowned and went back up the few steps and answered the door. Lucy and Norrie smiled at him, brandishing a dessert box from the corner shop.

“Lucy, you shouldn’t have. We owe everything to you. I should be the one buying you doughnuts.”

“It’s not too late for that!” She winked.

“Did everything go well with DEPRAC?” Norrie asked.

“Well…” He hesitated. “Not exactly. Come in.”

He ushered them inside, explaining the talk they had with Barnes the day before.

“How did she take it?” Norrie asked about y/n.

“I’m not sure…”

Lucy placed the box of treats on the small table in the hall to take off her coat and knocked over some of the items lying there.

Apologizing, she bent down to retrieve them. She put them back and handed Lockwood a camera film.

“You shouldn’t let that lie around out of its wrapping paper, the dust could damage it.”

“What’s this?”

“I don’t know I knocked it over just then.”

He put it in his pocket, wondering where it could have come from, and looked nervously at the clock in the living room. Lucy hung her coat in the hall before taking back the box they had brought and making her way into the kitchen. It took him a second to realize that her coat was hanging in the spot where y/n’s usually was. He looked down and noticed her shoes weren’t there either. Either she had gone to bed with them, or something was wrong. And he had a hunch it was the latter. He didn’t think twice and climbed the steps two by two in a rush to the attic. As he had suspected, her bed was empty. It had been a long time since she had bailed on them, and he thought he wouldn’t have to handle this kind of situation anymore. But apparently, he had failed to see how much this issue affected her. Barnes had told her explicitly to not go look for evidence herself and she had done the exact opposite. Though it would be unfair to blame her for it, he probably would have done the same thing. He rushed back downstairs and stormed into the kitchen.

“y/n is gone.”

The serious look on his face was enough to make the room go silent.

“Where could she be?” Lucy asked, worried.

“Considering this,” he tossed the camera film from earlier to George, “I’m going to guess she went to get evidence herself last night.”

Another silence stretched as they all considered his words. George seemed to shut down. He stared at the table without a word. When his eyes came back into focus, he asked

“When do you think she left?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t hear anything. Did you?”

“I thought I heard something, but I figured it was you. “

“When was it?” Lockwood pressed.

“Around three?” He stood up and pushed his chair back. “Or four maybe?”

She had been gone for over five hours and still hadn’t come home. She could have gone anywhere, she could have met anybody… before he could spiral any further, George got up. He didn’t wait for Lockwood to answer and headed towards the hall.

“Where are you going? We need to think! Where could she have gone?”

“I don’t know but I’m going to find her.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’ll figure it out.”

Lockwood had to put himself between the door and his friend to keep him from taking a step further. George looked back at him defiantly.

“George, no. I’m not losing you too because you wanted to play hero.”

“That’s rich coming from you!” He yelled back. “I’m doing this. She’s only going after Dufour because I shared my suspicions in the first place. This is all my fault and I need to fix it.” He mumbled.

“We,” he emphasized, “need to be smart about this.”

“We don’t have time! The last time she wandered by herself at night she got chased by relic men, she could be-”

“I know!” Lockwood shouted.

They stared at each other, considering the unspoken words. The air was thick with tension and panic started to clutch his chest tighter.

“Someone needs to go after her.” George insisted.

“And someone needs to get DEPRAC.” Lockwood stared at his best friend with an unspoken plea. George looked back at him with a furrowed brow, fidgeting with the zipper of his orange parka. Lockwood was used to the researcher’s passive expressions. Sometimes, they could barely be called expressions at all. But now his eyes were filled with worry, a genuine please begging to let him go.

“I… I’ll take care of DEPRAC.”

George sighed in relief and reached for the door once more.

“But you are not going there alone.” Lockwood said, resting a hand on his shoulder before he could run off.

“We’ll go!” Lucy intervened.

“Are- are you sure?” Norrie asked, surprised by her girlfriend’s sudden interest for dangerous missions.

“She’s our friend too, and she needs our help. Where do we begin?”

---

[back to reader’s pov]

The sound of a window breaking jolted her awake. Her head was hurting, an ache pressing on her temples so much her vision was blurry. She released a pained sigh, barely noticing the girl getting up from her fall through the back window who was shaking the last remnants of glass out of her wavy auburn hair. She only noticed she was there when she took her by the shoulders, shaking her awake. It took her embarrassingly long to realize that Lucy was the one coming to her rescue. Before she could open her mouth, the girl slapped her across the face, hard enough to make her lose balance and trip over the edge of the chair she was sitting on. The ties at her wrists and feet kept her in place and the sudden pain from tugging on them woke her up for good. Through heavy eyelids she turned her head to see the back window intact and the room she was in empty.

The sun was up now. She wasn’t quite sure how she had ended up here but clearly her suicidal plan, if anyone could even call it that, had backfired in the worst way. She vaguely recalled leaving the house in the middle of the night with nothing but a camera in her bag and heading towards Fittes. The rest of the night was a blur. She guessed from the ache at the back of her head that she had found who she had been looking for but they had found her too. Their identity became clear when she heard voices coming from the corridor leading to the room she was held in. She pretended to be unconscious and listened as their steps echoed closer.

“I’m not in the business of knowing what he’s up to. I sell him the sources he asks for and move on. But with that DEPRAC audit, I’m losing my biggest client.”

“What do I care?” A man’s voice asked dejectedly.

“No clients for me means no payment for you, you idiot. We need a new buyer and we need them now!” A door slammed, making her jump. She kept her eyes closed, listening to the voices becoming less muffled with each step.

“Can you find me a contact in the Society, or do I have to ask someone else?” Dufour asked, as pleasant as she had known her when she got fired.

“I’ll take care of it.”

“Yes, you will.” The two of them entered the room she was held in. “And watch her, make sure she doesn’t cause any more trouble. You know what to do if she does.”

Despite the shudder running down her spine, y/n remained still. She would not let the ominous threats break her spirit. She would not give into her fear. Time stood still when the door closed, leaving her alone with who she could assume was a relic-man armed to the teeth. She listened to his footsteps pace the room while trying to keep her breath steady. However, she could not help flinching when the footsteps stopped a few steps away from her, the sound of heavy boots resonating in the room before stopping in an even louder silence.

“You can stop acting, you’re really terrible at this.” Said a familiar voice.

She had expected a low, menacing voice but instead it was El’s sardonic tone that made her open her eyes. To her surprise, the first thing she saw was in fact a relic-man standing menacingly a few steps away from her. El was leaning against the wall on her left, playing with a pocketknife.

“So… I see you’re still terrible at making decisions.”

“You really think you’re better when you have me tied up in a basement?” The pounding in her head made it hard to think.

“This isn’t a basement and we wouldn’t have had to if you had just minded your own business.”

“Where are we then?”

“You really think you’re that clever? You’re not subtle. The only thing you can do is mess things up!”

“You mean keep you and Dufour from dealing relics you stole from your clients? I won’t let you get away with it that easily, no.”

“You ruined everything.” Their voice sounded final, decisive. A few nights ago they had threatened her without shame. Today, it was a death sentence.

“What did I do to you El? We were friends. Then, out of nowhere you trick me to get me fired and you get murderous tendencies?”

“It must be nice remaining so unaware all this time.” They sighed dreamily, however their face remained stern.

“What are you talking about?”

“Before coming to Fittes, you worked at Tendy’s, correct?”

“How did you-”

“My uncle died seven years ago. My cousin took it hard, and I’d always been close to them, so it wasn’t easy for me either. He came back, and they had to hire someone to fix it. Tendy’s agents came by, messed up the case. They couldn’t find the source so we had to watch them take every last thing that belonged to my uncle to burn it in the furnaces. Grieving wasn’t easy after that. Those stupid kids took every last memory we had of him because they were incompetent. Then, a few years later, guess who happened to be my new roommate?”

y/n stayed silent.

“Not only did I have to live with you but I had to see you succeed and get promoted above me when we both knew perfectly well how unfit you were for the job.”

“I was thirteen. I followed what my supervisor told us to do.”

“You didn’t get any better at making decisions later on! Listening to you and your amazing cases working with Kipps, saying how much you wanted to climb the corporate ladder of the Fittes organization. Not on my watch. You didn’t deserve it then and you certainly don’t deserve it now.”

“And getting me fired wasn’t enough?”

“Of course not! When I applied to get the spot I deserved all along I got denied because Kipps took your side! I had to work with Dufour because of you!”

She eyed Dufour’s arm man, wondering if El’s words were going to put them both in danger.

“Believe me if you had worked with her longer, you would know that Rasler won’t stand up for her.”

She sent them a sorry look. Despite the ties around her wrists and ankles, she couldn’t help the guilt that rose in her. She vaguely recalled the case El mentioned but not enough for her sympathy to sound genuine.

“It’s not too late. I can put in a good word for you with Kipps, you can join his team!”

“None of it matters now. All I want is to make sure you won’t cause any more trouble.”

They turned their back to her and nodded to Rasler. The man loomed over her with a menacing stare, taking out a knife to execute orders.

“El please! I swear I can make it up to you!”

They ignored her, only turning around to enjoy the view with a sly smirk.

“Please!” She begged, tears filling her eyes.

Rasler was upon her, the blade resting against the crook of her neck, the cool of the metal sending shivers down her spine. She shut her eyes, waiting for the fatal moment. Before her executioner could finish what he had started, the sound of a window breaking resonated in her ears. She didn’t know if she was hallucinating again or not, but one moment the knife was pressing down her neck and the next it was gone. She tentatively opened an eye to see if she was dreaming. Lucy was holding the man down, disarming him of his weapon. Behind him, Norrie and George were keeping El from escaping.

They tripped Norrie who cried out in pain and used the distraction to slip out. George ran after them. In the commotion, Lucy lost focus long enough to give her adversary the advantage back. He reached for the knife he had dropped. Lucy lunged to reach it before him, tackling him in the process. y/n couldn’t do anything but watch the scene unfold as she pulled on her ties to try to help her friend. She should have known that her previous hallucination meant Lucy was coming to her rescue. It had been right before. The least she could do was return the favor, but her ties wouldn’t let go. She yelled at Lucy to watch out when Rasler caught the knife that was inches away from his fingers. He swung the blade at her face making y/n flinch. When she looked back up, Lucy had gotten away. She grabbed the first thing she could find, in this case a steel chair lying around, and hit the relic-man with all her strength. The man went down instantly. She grabbed his knife and cut y/n loose. Her wrists were burning from the tight rope that had almost cut all circulation in her hands. She thanked Lucy, tears filling her eyes again, but before she could hug the girl, she shouted

“Come on! We have to catch the other one!” and left the room in a hurry. y/n followed closely to find El stuck, their back under George’s knee. He had a tight grip on their arms and was holding them down on the ground. The look they sent her way made her blood run cold. Norrie came rushing back, saying how she had lost track of Dufour. Her friends were already planning their next move, but she still hadn’t registered the fact that they were here. They were all here to save her even though she had walked into a death trap of her own volition. She was still dizzy from the blow she must have received on the head and the adrenaline wasn’t mixing well.

“Are you okay?” Lucy placed a hand on her shoulder, stabilizing her spinning head. y/n wrapped her arms around her shoulders, hugging the girl close and taking her first deep breath in almost an hour.

“Thank you for coming.” She said between tears.

Caught up in the moment, she didn’t realize the commotion and the noises getting closer to them. The doors flew open and five or six DEPRAC agents stormed in, relieving George and handcuffing El. As soon as he stood up, she hugged him tightly too without letting go, even when she spotted Dufour in DEPRAC’s custody in one of their vans. George had never been one for physical affection, but he didn’t let her go either.

“How did you find me?” She mumbled, her mouth half smashed against his shoulder.

“Don’t ask me it was all Lucy. She led us to you in record breaking time.”

“Really?” She parted from him and looked at the girl with a questioning stare.

“I don’t really know I just… had a hunch.” Lucy replied. They exchanged a complicit glance.

“You know,” George added in a lower voice, “I think she could be a great addition to the team. You two seem to complement each other quite well.”

“I agree.” y/n smiled.

“I’ll talk to Lockwood once this is all over.”

“Wait, speaking of, where is he?”

George didn’t have to answer. She spotted him outside the warehouse, right at the entrance, talking with inspector Barnes. The discussion seemed to be heated. She threw another glance towards her friends, thanking them again for saving her from her idiotic mistake.

“Don’t worry about it.” Norrie said. “We all make mistakes.” She paused, noticing y/n’s insistent stare somewhere above her shoulder. She looked back and smiled.

“You should go see him, he’s been really worried.”

y/n smiled back at her before heading towards him.

“This is not what we agreed upon!” Lockwood retorted, losing his usually impenetrable composure.

“Keep complaining and I make it three.”

Lockwood sighed, looking away in anger. Whatever they were discussing, he did not seem pleased. He crossed his arms, his jaw clenched. Suddenly he froze, noticing her approaching. He did not hesitate and walked over to her in two short strides, holding her close before she could say anything. She hugged him back, his familiar scent enveloping her in a comforting embrace. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, but she could feel his was too.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“I’m so sorry, Lockwood.”

He held her closer at those words, leaving a kiss on her forehead. She closed her eyes and leaned into him. One kiss turned into a second, then a third at the corner of her eye, on her cheek, her jaw. His nose was practically touching hers. She thought she might start to levitate further and further away from the ground. He stared into her eyes, determination highlighting his sharp features. Her heart sank to her stomach and took flight at the same time. The sudden feeling surprised her yet made her feel light as a feather. She smiled so much her cheeks hurt, and she couldn’t help her eyes dropping to his lips with anticipation.

“I can’t blame you for being a little reckless now, can I?” He smiled and everything was right again, nothing else mattered now.

“Lockwood!” Barnes shouted after shutting the door to the van taking El to Scotland Yard’s headquarters. He straightened up and took a step back, startled by the inspector calling his name. “I’ll see you three on Monday. Don’t be late.”

He looked down and frowned, frustration slowly turning to resolution.

“What is that about?”

“Let’s get you home now.” He defiantly ignored her, his usual wolfish grin proudly trying to win her over.

“Lockwood…”

“I’ll make you tea!” He added to convince her.

She would let it go… for now. The only thing she wanted more than honesty was going back to Portland Row, back home, back to safety.

The five of them went home and settled around the Thinking Cloth to finally enjoy the treats the girls had brought earlier that day. The tea tasted particularly sweet now that this whole case was finally put to rest, relieving everyone’s mind. The group was cheerful, happy to share a moment of peace. After the first round of doughnuts, a comfortable silent fell over the kitchen, the only noises coming from the clinking of mugs.

“I need to thank you all again.” y/n said.

They all smiled warmly at her.

“I wouldn’t be here without you, you saved my life. Lucy you came in just at the right time.”

“And I’d do it again.” The girl answered without a trace of doubt.

“I thought you wanted to stay as far from the field as possible?” Norrie asked, surprised.

“Well, that wasn’t really a case…”

y/n sent a look to George who was already staring at her, the same thought probably crossing his mind.

“George, thank you for giving me a home.”

“I’m the one who got you in this mess… I’m the reason you got fired in the first place.”

“El would have found a way to get me fired no matter what you did. None of it is your fault.” She reached out and squeezed his hand.

“And Lockwood, thank you for letting me stay.” She concluded. She looked back at him. He simply smiled. The intimacy of the moment they had shared a few hours prior brought heat to her cheeks.

When the box of treats was finished, the girls got up and y/n hugged them again, still overwhelmed and grateful. The five of them walked back into the hall, agreeing to spend a day together soon to get their minds off work, whatever it may be. When y/n opened the front door to usher the girls out she found herself face to face with Quill Kipps.

“I just heard about Mrs. Dufour!” He said, panting. “I’m glad you’re okay! This is all behind you now.”

“Yes, it is. Thank you for checking up on me, it’s very sweet.”

“Well, actually I come with news. Dufour’s arrest means that Fittes is considering offering you your job back. As your team leader the final decision is mine to make, and I think you know what I’ve decided. The question is, would you like to?”

“Come back? To work at Fittes? With you?”

She couldn’t help but look back into the hall, where George and Lockwood stared at her expectantly, waiting for her answer. She looked back at Kipps who waited with the same anticipation.

“Um I-I…”

“I’ll give you time to think about it. We can always discuss it over coffee, you still owe me one.” He winked. “I’d love to work with you again.” He climbed down the few steps in front of the door before turning back into the street.

This offer was the last thing she had expected that day. She hadn’t even considered the possibility of Fittes wanting her back if she managed to prove the truth about Dufour. But now the dream she had pursued most of her life was rising up from its ashes and Kipps had dropped this on her like it was a regular everyday decision. Norrie and Lucy smiled as they walked passed her, patting her on the back before leaving her to it, not uttering a word as to not disturb the tumultuous contradicting thoughts flooding her mind. She shut the door and turned around to see George still staring at her. Lockwood was gone.

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t… know. I mean… It was my dream until a few months ago. But I’ve moved on. I’m happy here with you guys. But if I don’t take it am I missing out? What should I do?”

“I can’t tell you what to do, but I’ll support you no matter what you decide.” He looked up towards the landing. “I’m sure Lockwood will too.”

She looked in the same direction he did with a sad smile and slowly went up the stairs. On the first floor, she heard shuffling coming from Lockwood’s room. She got closer and saw him pacing around his bedroom. He stopped when he caught her eyes looking through the half-open door. He tried to smile at her, but Kipps’ offer definitely had an effect on him.

“I don’t know what I’ll do yet.” She tried to reassure him.

“You should take it.” He said, his tone definitive, like he had made the decision for her.

“I’m not sure.”

“Yes, you are. It’s what’s best for you. I can’t offer you what he can. Not the same wage, not the same reputation, not the same freedom…”

The last criteria made her chuckle slightly.

“I’m pretty sure I’m still more free here than at Fittes.”

“Not anymore…”

“What do you mean?”

He stayed silent.

“That conversation with Barnes…” She understood. “What did he say.”

“Lockwood & Co. is under a tutelage of sorts. We can’t work on any case that Barnes didn’t assign and without his supervision…”

The terms seemed extreme. She couldn’t understand why all of a sudden the inspector would apply such restrictive conditions to the small agency.

“Why would he do that?”

“Because otherwise he refused to help me.”

“Help you?” It took her a moment to register. “Oh… Oh! I am responsible for this?”

“No! This isn’t your fault.”

“But if I hadn’t gone through with my mediocre plan and gotten into that much trouble then none of this would have happened!”

He took a step closer and looked down at her with a stern look.

“This is not your fault. His terms could have been twice as bad and I still would have agreed to them.”

She looked at him with a matching intensity, unable to argue. No matter how much she wanted to apologize again, promise she could make it right, she couldn’t find the words.

“The next two months will be hard, but it’s worth it.”

The sentiment was sweet and the intention behind his words was enough to make her heart leap but laughter was all that managed to escape her mouth.

“Two months? You’re being that dramatic for two months of supervision?” She laughed harder, holding on to his arm. “I’m sure you’ll be alright.” She smiled at him, softened by how ridiculously attractive he looked when he took offence.

“I still think you’d be better off with Kipps.”

“No, I don’t think so.”

With a confidence she had never expressed before she closed the gap between them. Her hand was still on his arm, her grip tighter to bring him close. His lips were soft against hers but she could feel how he froze at the unexpected contact. She didn’t insist and drew back, apologizing for her sudden inappropriate behaviour. He caught her hand before she could take a step back, his intense stare still set on her with a determination she had only seen him exude in the field. It was his turn to close his hand firmly around her arm to bring her back to him. His other hand found the back of her head. The awkwardness of her apologies was quickly forgotten when he brought his lips down to hers, the need to be closer to him overpowering everything else. She brought her hands up behind his head, fingers buried in his hair while he wrapped his arm tighter around her waist. She forgot where she was, barely noticing the wall he was pressing her up against. Nothing in the world mattered anymore. The lack of sleep, the hostage situation, Kipps’ offer, everything seemed a mile away. All she wanted was to feel his breath and his lips against hers as long as possible. They didn’t want to let each other go. When he pulled away for air, she barely gave him time before kissing him again and when she pulled away, he chased her lips like it was his reason to live. Each kiss grew hungrier and more passionate than the last. She bit his bottom lip on a dare and the response she got made her want to do more. The noise that escaped his throat as he breathed into her made her knees buckle and she sighed with desire. He slid his tongue against hers, his hand holding on to her neck tighter, his strong fingers making a mess of her hair. Just like he had done earlier that day, he drifted from her lips to her jaw before kissing down her neck, leaving marks here and there.

“Please stay.” He begged. She had rarely heard him so vulnerable.

“Of course I’ll stay.” She said. “I could never leave you.” She wanted to add, but he was already kissing her again, thankfulness mixed with something more.

“Lockwood-”

He looked up into her eyes, leaving her neck for a moment.

“Please, call me Anthony.”

She was caught off guard by the request. She had never used his first name, not even once. It felt strangely intimate using it. She kissed him softly, touched by his trust.

“We should probably discuss how we’re gonna work together if we’re a thing…”

“Yes definitely.”

There was a silence, neither of them knowing where to start. He was still holding her close and her arms were still around his neck, the proximity filled with unresolved tension.

“Maybe we could… take it slow? Sleep on it and see how it goes tomorrow?” She offered hesitantly.

“Yes that’s… that’s a good idea.”

They remained a while longer, gazing into each other’s eyes. Reluctantly, she slid her hands down, stroking his shoulders and chest before letting go. He unwrapped his hand from her waist and she instantly missed his touch.

They didn’t look away from each other as they walked out towards the door to his room. They must have looked ridiculous but she didn’t care.

“George will probably call us down for dinner any time now.”

“I’ll see you then.” She said with a small smile before heading towards the attic.

None of it felt real. Once in her room she realized that she didn’t even know why she went there. Mechanically, she picked up her hairbrush to untangle the mess done by Lockwood’s hands. Anthony’s. She corrected herself. Her lips were still tingly and soft purple marks started to show on her neck. George would have a lot to say about that. George who was probably preparing something delicious downstairs and who would call her any minute now. She wasn’t hungry though and didn’t know if she could eat anything after a day like that. Guilt crept up on her when she realized she would probably skip dinner, but it was quickly replaced by an overpowering feeling from deep inside her. A different kind of hunger.

She climbed down the stairs leading to her room and opened the door to find Lockwood already standing there.

“I don’t want to take it slow.” She said and he smiled instantly. He obviously had similar ideas.

She led him up the stairs in a hurry. The few minutes they had spent apart felt like she had been stuck underwater and she was finally coming up for air now that his lips were against hers again. From the moment they first met she had loathed his confidence and how pretentious it made him. But now that he slid his hands under her shirt, their warmth spreading across the skin of her back, she had to admit that she was rather fond of it. She traced his jaw with her fingers and lowered them down his neck until she reached the collar of his shirt that was getting in the way. Slowly, she untied the knot of his tie, and she could have fainted from the noise he made. His tie hit the floor and was quickly joined by her shirt, the two of them collapsing on her bed blissfully unaware of the warm plates waiting for them three floors below.

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She poured George his tea and prepared it the way she knew he liked it, trying desperately to make up for the night before. She was sorry they had left him eat by himself, but she wasn’t that sorry if she was honest with herself. She had not stopped smiling since she had woken up next to Lockwood and she couldn’t help it, not even with George insistently staring at her.

“So… I guess you’re staying with us then?” He tried to ask innocently but his smile betrayed him. “Where’s Lockwood?”

“He’s taking a shower.” She answered a little too fast.

“He probably needs it.” George mumbled to himself.

She threw the dish towel at him, making him laugh. She was not going to hear the end of it. But her smile hadn’t left her lips. When they sat down in their usual seats, they heard Lockwood in the hallway speaking on the phone. A few moments later he joined them, his smile matching hers. He kissed the top of her head before sitting next to her.

“So, what do we do now?” George asked.

“Well, inspector Barnes just called to assign us our first supervised case.”

“You seem oddly happy about that.”

Before he could make any other comment, he understood his friend’s good mood was not coming from work but from the girl he was gazing at.

“Is this going to be a problem? We have work to do!”

“No, you’re right.” y/n said, putting distance between her and her now boyfriend. “Please continue.”

With his usual grin, Lockwood settled back into his role as agency leader.

“George, do you know anything about Kensal Green cemetery?”

[thespiritssaidso]

Happy Birthday to Psych!

Summary: It’s midnight when Lassiter is woken up to the sound of someone breaking in.

Notes: AHHHH HAPPY BURTHDAY TO PSYCH!!! IT’S OFFICIALLY 18 YEARS OLD NOW!!!

@sothisiswhoiam @arrowheadedbitch @obsidiancreates @blueskiesandstarrynights

Lassiter woke up to the sound of floorboards creaking. This wasn’t unusual, what with there being three people living in this house. There was bound to be someone awake.

But he looked to his side and saw Marlowe fast asleep. And down the hall he could just make out Lily’s door, which was still shut. Someone else was making noises in his house.

Reaching under his nightstand, he grabbed his pistol that was taped to the bottom. He grabbed the cane beside his bed as well.

As quietly as someone still recovering a stroke can, he scooched himself out of the bed and tiptoed to the source of the sound — the kitchen.

In the dim moonlight coming from the window, he could see a figure hunched over one of the cabinets, rooting through its contents.

Lassiter didn’t say a word. He recognized that figure anywhere. Sadly.

Letting his arm fall to his side, he shuffled to the light switch. He flicked it on, startling the person going through his stuff. They hit their his against the top of the cabinet, letting out an ‘ow’ and a groan.

Shawn shot up, hand still holding the back of his head. “Lassie! Happy- put the gun down- happy anniversary!” Surprisingly, Shawn managed to keep his tone down so as not to wake up the other occupants of the house.

Lassiter responded in an equally quiet voice, but one that was still nonetheless full of anger and indignance at having his been broken into. “First of all: no, I will not be putting my weapon away. Second: what do you mean, anniversary? Marlowe and I got married in April. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but it’s currently the seventh of July.”

Shawn put a dramatic hand over his heart. “Lassie. I’m shocked and frankly very offended you don’t remember. Today marks the 18th anniversary of you threatening to arrest me and also inadvertently starting Psych!” He grabbed a cake that Lassiter hadn’t noticed from off the counter.

In very, very, tiny writing was ‘Happy 18th anniversary of the time you tried to get me arrested and also accidentally kickstarted the Psych detective agency!’ The last part seemed to have been squeezed in, circling around the curve of the cake as the top ran out of room.

“What is this?”

“It’s chocolate cake. I didn’t know if you were a vanilla or chocolate kind of guy, so I guessed. I do know that you’re not a mint guy, that’s for sure-”

“Wait, hold on.” The meaning of the last part of the cake hit him like a truck. “You’re saying that… I’m the reason you started Psych with Guster?” Lassiter leaned against the wall. This- no, he wasn’t…

“Well, yeah.” Shawn set the cake back down on the counter. “If it wasn’t for you I’d probably be halfway across the country in a diner scrubbing tables.”

Lassiter, after shoving his gun in the waistband of his pajama pants, ran a hand down his face. Great. The very thing that annoyed him for 18 years was only there because of him.

“Okay- well- nevermind. Why are you in my house at 2 in the morning? Without having been invited in either.”

“Lassie, I am not a vampire. I do not need to be invited to places to be able to enter them. Also I used to live here, I still have the key.”

“I had all the locks changed the moment we moved in.”

“And I noticed, so I made new keys.”

“This is breaking and entering, Spencer. Do you not realize the gravity of this situation?”

“No. Anyways. This is an important celebration! Jules and Gus even came. They’re outside in the Dualberry right now, hopefully still awake.”

‘O’Hara was here?’ He looked out and, sure enough, there was the dual-steering-wheel car, and inside was Gus in the passenger seat and Juliet in the back.

“Well…”

“Can I come?”

Both men startled, and whipped their heads toward the person who spoke. It was Lily, sitting on the counter and stuffing her face full of chocolate cake. No fork or knife needed. Only her hands, which were covered in cake crumbs and frosting.

Lassiter sighed. “No, no no. We’re not going anywhere tonight, young lady. But we are going to go to the bathroom to wash yourself off. Again.”

“But Daaaaad-”

“But Lassieeeee-”

Lassiter groaned. “When did I get two children?”

“Lily, show him the super sad face.”

“The what-?” Lassiter stopped and watched as his daughter gave him puppy eyes. Something she had never actually done to him. However, it looked practiced. “Nope. Not buying it.”

“Do it with the paw.”

Lily started fake whimpering, and licked her hand to further sell the sad-puppy act. Lassiter felt himself crumbling.

Finally, he gave in. “Now that’s not fair.”

She immediately lost the act, donning instead a look of giddiness. Shawn reached out a fist, which she eagerly bumped with her own.

A soft grin made its way on Lassiter’s face. “Wash off before you leave, I don’t want you covered in food for longer than necessary.”

Lilly mock-saluted him. “Aye aye, Captain Chief Dad.”

Soon they had all piled into the car. Shawn and Gus in the front, Juliet and Lassiter in the back with Lily squeezed between them.

“First stop: the old Psych office!”

Lassiter looked outside at the night sky, they pulled out, Shawn and Gus starting to bicker over who was steering, Juliet talking to Lily about her summer break. How had he gotten roped into this?

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Notes: thank you psychos discord for coming up with this

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[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●JD McDonagh x Reader●

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*Y/N's POV*

Laying in a hotel bed scrolling on my phone, I get a random message from a strange number. I open it and it comes up with a few pictures and videos of Damian out with a bunch of people. Especially women. There is a few photos of some woman and him making out. The video is of her dancing with him very closely. A tear rolls down my face as I look over at Damian sleeping next to me with his back to me. I slowly get up, throw everything of mine into my dufflebag, grab my backpack and quietly walk out the door. I walk down the hall a little bit and walk up to one of the hotel doors where I know someone else is staying. I knock on the door and wait for someone to answer. Couple of seconds go by when the door finally opens.

"Y/N?"

Finn Balor is standing in the doorway looking at me confused than sees the tears rolling down my face.

"Oh my gosh. Come in."

I walk in and see Jordan laying on the other bed fast asleep. I look back at Finn.

"What happened? Why are you crying?"

"Damian cheated on me."

"What? How do you know?"

I pull out my phone and show him the photos and videos. He stands there wide eyed.

"I left early from that party because Dam said you were invited but I couldn't find you anywhere. And because Jordan got drunk quickly and I had to take him back to the hotel before he started a fight."

I look over at him, smile a little than look back at Finn.

"Would it be okay if I just stay here with you guys?"

"Like old times?"

"Oh no."

I roll my eyes knowing that I will have to sleep in the same bed as Jordan like we did when we were traveling together as kids. I toss my bag next to Jordan's bed and climb under the covers with him. Finn gets back into his bed, turning his lamp off.

"He is gonna be in for a shock when he wakes up."

I giggle at Finn's comment, curl up under the blanket and start falling asleep.

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*next morning*

I move my head a little feeling some hair against my cheek and I open my eyes seeing Jordan's face shoved into my boobs. His arm is around my waist squeezing me, my leg is over his body and my other arm is around his head. I smile a little moving my head more onto the pillow. I start playing with his hair and he pushes his face into my boobs some more groaning a little. Finn walks into the hotel room with Dominick and Dom gasps seeing me and Jordan. I look over at Dom, smile and wave at him.

"How is sleeping beauty over there?"

"Who?.... me?"

Jordan sits up a little looking over seeing Dom and Finn standing at the end of the bed. He starts moving his hand and grabs my side making me laugh. He slowly looks over at me wide eyed recognizing my laugh.

"Wha... wha.. what are you doing here? In my bed? What happened last night? Where is Damian?"

I sit up looking at him than at the other two sighing.

"Finn already knows but I'll tell you two. Damian cheated on me last night at his party."

Dom gasps and Jordan looks at me wide eyed with his jaw dropped. Finn pats my shoulder looking at them.

"So she came to me and stayed here the night like old times."

Jordan smiles looking at me and I smile back at him. Finn shakes his head looking at us both.

"Okay you two. Time to get changed and head over to the arena to get prepared for Raw tonight."

Dom and Finn grab the stuff they need and head out of the room. Jordan looks back at me with a little smile on his face.

"I had a really good sleep last night."

I scoff rolling my eyes and get up grabbing my bag. He chuckles, gets up grabbing his bag as well. I go into the bathroom and change real quick. As I walk out, I see Jordan in nothing but boxers and I gulp. I never realize how good looking he really is. I just always liked to be around him for his personality and the comfortablity I felt. I shake my head, walk over to the bed and put my bag down. He finishes getting ready and looks over at me.

"Ready to go Mo storirín?"

"Umm yeah."

"It means my little darling in Irish."

"Oh! You should call me that more often."

"Will do!"

He walks over to the door, opens it and lets me go first. I walk out than he follows closing the door. We start walking down the hallway not hearing a hotel door open and close behind us. Jordan puts his arm around my waist, keeping me close to him. He suddenly gets ripped off of me and shoved against the wall.

"Hey! Get your hands off my fiancé!"

I quickly turn around seeing Damian holding Jordan against the wall by his shirt.

"Damian! Get off of him now!"

He looks over at me pissed off still holding him against the wall.

"Where have you been? I called you twenty times! Did you sleep with Jordan? Tell me!"

He slowly lets go of Jordan and gets in my face. Finn runs over in-between me and Damian pushing him back. I cross my arms looking up at Damian.

"I don't wanna hear shit from you. You are a cheater. So I'm doing to you what you did to me."

I grab his hand and slam the engagement ring in his palm.

"Let's go Jordan."

I grab Jordan's hand and we walk off as Finn tries calming down Damian.

_________________________________________

*near the beginning of Raw*

I am sitting on the couch with my legs across Jordan's lap while leaning against the arm of the couch playing on my phone. He is slowly rubbing my leg with one hand while on his phone in the other. Dom is sitting on the other couch looking at his phone not paying attention to us. Jordan runs his hand closer to my heat and I slowly look up from my phone at him. He smirks not even looking at me knowing I'm looking at him. I lean forward lightly blowing on his ear as he looks over at me biting his lip and whispers to me.

"You better behave or I will deal with you later. Like old times."

"I should behave? What about you?"

I whisper getting closer to his face but we hear the locker room door open causing us to move apart from each other. We both look over seeing Damian and Finn walk into the room. I roll my eyes and look back at my phone leaving my legs on Jordan's lap. I feel his presence hovering over me as I slowly look up to meet his sad eyes.

"Y/N. Can we talk real quick? Please."

I look at Jordan and he pats my leg looking at me. I sigh, get up and follow Damian out to the hallway. I lean on the wall looking up at him as he puts his hands on both sides of my cheeks.

"Y/N. I am so sorry about everything. I swear I invited you to that party. I really wasn't thinking straight. I'm sorry! You shouldn't have to put up with my shit. I promise I'll be better for you."

Tears start to prickle my eyes as I listen to everything he is saying. I take a deep breath and keep looking at him in his eyes.

"You are right. I shouldn't have to put up with your shit. I shouldn't have to put up with you cheating on me either. You were making out with another woman Damian. I'm supposed to be your fiance. You are supposed to be making out with me. You made me feel so stupid and embarrassed. I shouldn't feel like that. I should be with someone who loves me and respects me even when I am not around. You obviously can't do that. So I think it would be better if we just stay friends and keep it civil for the sake of our jobs. Goodbye Damian."

With that, I turn around and walk down the hallway towards the bathroom to go cry my eyes out in the stall.

________________________________________

*about 20 minutes later*

There is a knock on the bathroom door and I sniffle trying to cover up my crying.

"Y/N? Are you in there?"

I hear a familiar Irish voice saying from outside the bathroom door. I get up off the toilet and walk up to the bathroom door taking a deep breath. I open the door slightly and look at Jordan standing next to the door waiting. He looks over at me, walks through the bathroom door into the bathroom and locks the door. He turns around and looks at me.

"What happened? Have you been in here crying?"

"Yes I have. I told Damian my true feelings about everything that has happened. Than I came in here to cry it out."

He wraps his arms around my head as I wrap my arms around his waist starting to cry again. He holds me tight to him while starting to rub the top of my back.

"Y/N. Honey. It will be okay. I am here and I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

I sniffle pulling back from him a little to look up at him as he wipes the tears off of my face.

"Remind me again why we aren't dating?"

"Ummm well when we were younger, you told me that if we dated and got married, you were scared to have my child because in your words, the child would have a big ass head like mine."

I giggle looking up at him and he smiles leaning in and kissing my forehead.

"But seriously, I have wanted to date you and marry you since we were young. Finn thought I was crazy because of how in love with you that I was. I just respected your wishes of us being friends with benefits. Than when I got moved to Raw from NXT and found out you were engaged to Damian, I'll admit, I was crushed. You are the only woman I want to be with. And I mean that with everything in my heart Y/N. You can ask Finn. I....."

I cut him off by wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down and kissing him hard. He kisses me back grabbing the sides of my face. I pull back looking at him and he has a big smile on his face.

"You should have told me this a long time ago because we wouldn't be in the mess we are in right now."

He laughs causing me to laugh with him when the doorknob jiggles than someone bangs on the door.

"Hey! Is someone in there?"

The woman's voice sounds very familiar. I walk over to the door, unlock it and slowly poke my head out seeing Rhea standing on the other side. She looks at me smiling.

"Y/N! There you are! Everyone has been looking for you. Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Just having a little conversation."

She grabs the door and pulls it open revealing Jordan on the other side. He waves at her and she laughs looking at us.

"Oh we finally are airing out our feelings for each other. About time."

Me and Jordan both give her confused looks and she laughs at us.

"When Jordan went looking for you, Finn told me and Dom about you two. Don't worry. I won't tell Damian so he doesn't kill you Jordan. Now, both of you get out so I can use the bathroom. Go on a date or something."

She pushes us both out of the bathroom causing us to both laugh holding onto each other. Jordan grabs my hand making me look over at him.

"She's right. Let's go on a date."

"Let's go!"

[07-bilin]

high-school love pt.2

₊˚ପ⊹ summary: a slowburn of sorts in which you and akaashi meet as manager and player, slowly becoming close as the only first-years on the team

₊˚ପ⊹ wc: 2,369

₊˚ପ⊹ warnings: none!

₊˚ପ⊹ chapter one

the little details about you

Bag, check.

Uniform, check.

Lunch, check.

Ready to face the volleyball team? A maybe on that...

Walking to school whilst the birds were still fast asleep was a peculiar feeling, it's like you were the only one in the world. As you approached the school's entrance, you saw a familiar figure. Closing the distance, you approached the boy who seemed to be having an early breakfast.

"Good-morning Akaashi-kun," you chime as you slip into the position right by him with a skip to your walk.

Akaashi lets out a muffled hello as he continues to chow down on his remaining rice ball. Once the two of you enter Fukurodani, you both enter different locker rooms. As you change into your track suit, you consider what you could get for the blue-haired boy that day, a sign of forgiveness from last night's accidental run-in. As you scrutinize over the apology gift, you exit the locker room to see Akaashi outside of the boy's locker room reading a book. Calling out to him, he stiffly looks up from his book before bobbing his head slightly acknowledging you. As the two of you wait for another player to come and unlock the gymnasium, you try and take this opportunity to get closer to the only other first year on the team.

"Soooo, what class are you in Akaashi?" You question peeking over at the taller boy.

"Class 1-1"

"That means we're right next to each other, say, Akaashi, if you don't mind why don't we hangout together sometime during break," you inquire as you study his features hoping to see more of what type of person he could be. To your suprise, he gently places the book to his side before fixing his gaze onto your's.

"L/n-san."

You tilt your head confused by the sudden name spilled out of his mouth.

"AKAASHI!!!"

The two first-years quickly focused their view onto a certain second-year known to be the star of the volleyball team as he approached the two of them quickly with the gymnasium key swinging crazily in his hand. Before you knew it, he had tackled the boy into a bear hug, almost causing the freshman to tip over and fall onto the dirt floor. Two seconds pass momentarily before there seems to be a mood change all of a sudden.

"Bokuto-san."

The energetic owl loosens his grip before taking a good look at the setter before him to see a very tired look painting his face. Glancing over at you, he opens his mouth to say--

"L/n-san, here are the keys, you can head on inside and prepare everything, I'll take care of Bokuto-san."

Once finished with his instructions, he peels off the junior on him before dragging him along into the boys locker room to get him prepped for the early morning practice. You stand there registering what happened before bursting out in laughter. It was truly a sight to behold, the second year and first year duo seemed to be getting along quite well despite only being connected to one another for a mere two weeks. The prior events fogged up your mind but you snapped out of it as soon as you heard a girl calling out to you.

"Ouuu, Y/n-chan, your here quite early today huh?" She exclaims as she walks over to you with a notebook in hand.

You give Yukie-san a smile and she seems to notice your giddy mood. You explain to her what you found to be so amusing-- an owl showing affection to it's friend but solemnly getting rejected and dragged along to do who knows what. She lightly shoves you laughing about how you have weird taste as the two of you prepare for the rest of the players to show up and practice.

After morning practice ended, it meant you had to face your friend.

"Yah, Y/n, explain." She exclaimed as she cornered you in the classroom.

You raise your hands in defeat as you give a summarization about the events that had occurred the previous day. You have to admit, the rate of change on your friend's emotions on her face changing was quite a feat and was a sense of entertainment for your high-school life.

"You mean to tell me, that you joined the BOYS volleyball team as a manager instead of joining the soccer club with me???" She shouted as you finished your story.

"Basically"

"Y/n, what am I going to do with you.." she mumbled as she chewed on her fingernails. Watching her fiddle around, it reminded you of a certain someone, bringing a thought up to the surface of your mind.

"Ah, I forgot to ask, what should I get for someone as an apology?"

It's okay Y/n, you've got this, you've walked by this classroom multiple times!! What different could it be by walking into it??

Standing there idly, fretting on what to do, the door slid open in an abrupt manner, revealing a certain student that didn't seem to be in the right hall. From the corner of his eye, catching a sudden movement, his line of sight follows the figure. Standing there was a girl, clearly startled by the actions caused previously by his upperclassmen. Sighing he scolded his senior---

"Bokuto-san, you scared L/n-san."

The setter watched the wing-spikers color drain from his face momentarily as he apologized to the young manager repeatedly. He shifted his gaze to the girl and watched her features as she gave out a soft chuckle at the boy. As he analyzed her features more, he noted that you look much more livelier than the first few encounters oddly enough, he felt relieved that you seemed to settling in quite nicely.

Before he could dive into his thoughts even further, he was pulled out of them when he heard a faint whisper until it became the only thing he could hear at the moment.

"Akaashi"

Focusing on her, he hummed, giving her his undivided attention. He watched you, looking at the way you swayed back and forth, seemingly nervous all of a sudden. He watched as you brushed strands of hair out of your face. He watched as you hesitated before pulling out two rice balls from the pocket of your zip-up, unexpectedly, they were offered up to himself.

"I just wanted to say sorry and I was just going to leave it at your desk but since your already here--," you rambled, stiffening at the sound of a sweet sound.

Was he laughing? Was the situation really that funny. He looked at you once more, the two of you locking eyes before bursting into laughter. Taking the rice balls from your hand, he thanked you and told you not to worry about it too much and that it was an unavoidable situation. Before the break ended, you asked him one thing before retreating back to your class.

"Soo, about that thing I asked earlier," you mention unclear if the end of the conversation was a rejection or just an I'll think about it moment.

He smiled at you before expressing that he didn't mind hanging out with you leaving a smile on your face as you returned back to your class. "See you later Akaashi-kun!" You yelp as you skipped happily a few feet away back to your own classroom.

During the entirety of the event that had just occurred, there was a certain owl that seemed to be confused on what was going on, did his setter just get stolen by one of the managers? Was Akaashi always this open to meeting others? Did she peek his interest? But the main thing that really concerned him was the items that his fellow kohai was holding. Glancing at the rice balls, he salivated, he knows he just had lunch but c'mon, he was too broke to get enough that could fill his needs, maybe a small push could---

"Bokuto-san."

"Yes Akaashi?" Bokuto looked up expecting good news.

"If your thinking of consuming these rice balls, don't think of getting any sets today."

Hearing this almost made Bokuto switch into his emo phase, Akaashi noticing this decided to calm him down.

"After practice, I'll buy you a few pork buns at the convenience store."

The ace sprouted up just like that attaching himself quickly to his kohai before being told off once more due to almost being late to his class and shooing him off.

A couple of weeks later

As exhausting as it was being Fukurodani's volleyball manager, it was also rewarding. Not to mention, you got to see how the team worked to become one, pouring all their souls into each ball set, spiked or received. Despite getting to know the team more, your curiosity still lingered around a particular setter. As you scanned the gym watching the boys practice, you watched as the second years all crowded around the first year. You were in awe, to be a starter in your first year, especially at a power-house like Fukurodani Academy amazed you. 

Enamored by the boy, you watched his every move, noting down that he was a blunt person but never meant any harm by it, always honest and precise with his words. Although it seemed like Akaashi was constantly baby-sitting Bokuto, you could tell that he greatly admired the ace, a spiker who could easily raise the momentum of the opponents, he was the ace of Fukurodani, carrying their team all the way to nationals in the previous year and likely in the upcoming fall tournament. Of course, there were days when Akaashi wasn't top notch, causing him to be all fidgety, but somehow, he was always able to get back on track through certain means which led to his disappearance unbeknownst to everyone until he showed up once more calm and collected.

Everything you learned about him just made you want to learn about him more. Although yes you did know these few factors, it was hardly anything compared to what you had learned compared to the rest of the team which led you to believe that Akaashi was just someone to not open up. Even through meticulous interviews with his classmates, you had barely learned anything about the first-year leaving you stumped.

Before you knew it, practice had come to an end, although exams had just finished and it was time for a short break, the volleyball club had planned something during your break causing you to say good bye to your much needed alone time.

There you were, at Fukurodani Academy, at 6 in the morning. Despite the training camp being held in Tokyo, it was on the other side of town, which forced the volleyball club to have an early start to their day on a Saturday. You yawned so much that the other managers wondered if you had gotten enough sleep to the point that they suggested you to sleep at the training camp as soon as they got there, not having to worry about watching over the team and that they got it taken care of. You said it was alright and that you'd eventually sober up when the time came for it and that'd you just rest your eyes for a bit on the bus. Stepping onto the bus, you gave a quick lookover taking note that it seemed like everyone was already in the vehicle. Since the two second-year managers were already partnered up, you took the row behind them, positioning yourself to make yourself comfortable. Once settled, you slowly drift into a dreamland.

Ten minutes earlier

Ah, I seemed to have forgotten something as his frowned.

"Bokuto-san, go ahead, I forgot something in my bag."

The older boy drowsily nodded his head with a yawn slipped his eye mask over his eyes shooing the younger one away as he was disturbing his peace and quiet. The younger one quickly rushed off the bus to go search in his luggage for a certain item he was missing. He rummaged around in his bag before fishing out a small device and a pair of headphones for the ride. Bowing to his coach and saying a quick thank you, the young boy rushed back onto the bus.

Present time

Once he got back on the bus, the coach followed him on which declared that they were leaving now. Before Akaashi could get back to his original seat he was told to hurry and pick a seat as they had already begun moving. Not wanting to cause trouble he entered into a row and sat down whilst catching his breath. Peeking over to his right, he took a glimpse of his sleeping seatmate. To his shock, it was none other than the spontaneous L/n. 

Blinking his eyes slowly, he sunk further into his seat. He once more observed you while you were deep in slumber. Your eyelashes trembled slightly, looking around in the small closure, he pinpointed the cause of distress. Leaning over slightly, Akaashi slides the curtain over the window in hopes of easing you back into a peaceful slumber. Sighing in relief, he sees you settle in once more. He smiles as he watches you, plugging his headphones into his device and slipping the electronic into his ears hitting the play button.

With the music in his ears and your sleeping form next to him, he sat in awe, almost like everything stopped in time for the two of you.

Eventually, Akaashi decided on the action of sleeping as well as he knew he had a long day ahead of him so he made himself comfortable and rested his eyes for a bit.

"L/n, L/n-san-"

You blinked your eyes slowly, taking a second to remember where you were. Once you realized you looked down slightly, huh, thats weird. You were slightly tilted, and if you were seeing things correctly, you were looking at someones lap. Slowly looking up, your met face to face with a boy who seemed to have just woken up as well, a slight tinge of pink at the tip of his ears staring straight at you. 

"Did you sleep well L/n?"

POSTED FROM MY AO3 ACC!! catsahoy

next chapter --->

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

OMG I FORGOT

I dreamed about me and Ruggie scamming Azul BAHAHHAHA

It was almost a nightmare because the tweels started chasing us and looking for us😭 they came to Ramshackle in the middle of the night and started "playing hide and seek". I was about to call someone while I locked myself in the room when I hear a "back off" and they BROKE the door. I got so scared when they started SLOWLY coming towards me that I woke up.

Idk if it gives you inspiration but it was an EXPERIENCE for me 💀💀

As much as I love those silly twins, that sounds absolutely TERRIFYING.

I've used, like, all of the currently available gifs of Jade and Floyd (oops) so take this diver cuddling a moray instead :)

Warning(s): nothing really this time, yandere-ish

You and Ruggie are two peas in a pod, as they say. You two both grew up in poor neighbourhoods, and you had very similar personalities. You know, despite the fact that you were from an entirely different dimension.

You would often work jobs around the school together, you'd even both worked in the Mostro Lounge to 'help' Azul out of the 'goodness of your heart' (in reality, it was just to get money)

That was how you came up with your next 'brilliant scheme'... you two were going to scam Azul.

Long story short: it didn't work.

Azul was pissed. And in his anger, he yelled at Jade and Floyd to chase you and Ruggie, and to not let you escape, no matter what.

Have you ever had two practically identical six foot tall men chase you through an otherwise peaceful cafe? It is not a pleasant experience.

You were able to successfully make your way back into the hall of mirrors, and in the short moment of peace you had, you came up with a plan.

"Knowing Floyd and Jade, they probably just wanted to chase us out of Octavinelle to scare us..." You said. "Or alternatively, Floyd will get bored soon enough and Jade will also decide to stop chasing us."

"You're probably right." Ruggie said. "C'mon, let's retire for the night... it's pretty late. We'll deal with the consequences tomorrow."

"Yeah. Night, Ruggie."

"See ya tomorrow, (Y/N)."

Ruggie entered the Savannaclaw mirror, and you exited the hall of mirrors to make your way back to Ramshackle.

You fell asleep on the couch last night.

You woke up to knocking at the front door. When you checked your phone, you saw it was midnight exactly.

"Who could... be here so... late...?" You asked yourself.

When you walked to the door, your hand just above the doorknob, you heard a voice from the other side of the door that immediately woke you up.

"Little Shriiiiiiiiiimpyyyyyyyy~! You awaaaaaaaake~?"

"The floorboards in your dorm are quite loud, (Y/N), we know you're at the door."

"Ohhhhhhhh... I just had a real fun idea, Shrimpy!" You heard Floyd say. "Let's play... hide and seek."

"My my, what a fun idea." Jade said. "You have five seconds to hide, (Y/N)."

FIVE SECONDS?! THERE'S NO WAY THAT'S FAIR!

No time to think about whether or not it's fair, you only have five fucking seconds to hide from these two.

Ugh, why did you and Ruggie have to do that?! If you two just didn't try to scam the scam artist then these eels wouldn't be visiting you in the middle of the night!

"Five."

Ohhhhh no he's actually counting down. Ok, ok ok ok! So, where can you hide? Where can you hide?

"Four."

Your bedroom! It's one of the only doors in Ramshackle that has a working lock! It doesn't matter if they realize you're hiding there, if the door's lock you've got an iron defense!

"Three."

You ran as fast as you could through the halls of Ramshackle, up the stairs, through more hallways...

"Two."

You slammed the door shut behind you and locked it, and put your enitre body weight onto it to hopefully keep them from opening it if the lock doesn't work. You should be safe...

"One."

"Ready or not, we're coming for ya, Shrimpy~!"

You pulled your phone out of your pocket. Crowley gave it to you for emergency calls, and this probably counts as an emergency!

But, who can you call to help you in this situation? Who's stronger/taller/more intimidating than the leech twins? Tsunotaro probably is but you don't have his phone number...

Jack's about as tall as them! Maybe he can help you?

Just as you were about to dial Jack's number, you heard something.

"For your sake, please back away from the door, (Y/N)."

You felt pounding on the door. The pounding became more and more intense as it continued. You decided to back away from the door, and considered jumping out the window, but then... you heard something horrible.

The wood of your bedroom door cracking and splintering apart. The old wood broke apart.

They just... broke the door...?

"AhahaHAHA! Did you really think that old door was gonna stop us? Idiot!" Floyd laughed at you.

"Now, (Y/N), please just comply. We will bring you to Azul, and you will have to answer for your actions." Jade explained. "We'll deal with Ruggie tomorrow."

"Yeeeeaaaah, just come quietly, Shrimpy, and we won't have to hurt you."

They walked towards you. Slowly.

You were frozen in fear. Even if you wanted to run away, you couldn't.

They got closer, closer, closer, and then-

You were... in your bed? It's morning outside, what just happened?

"Oh, hey you're awake." Ruggie said, walking into your room.

"What... happened? Why does my head hurt?" You asked.

"Basically, you tripped and fell in the Mostro Lounge and smoked your head on the floor and were knocked out the rest of the night." Ruggie explained. "I carried you back to Ramshackle and camped out here for the night rather than dealing with the twins."

"Oh. So that was all... a dream...?" You asked yourself. "Huh... strange."

But if that was a dream, then...

Why does your door look like it's been... broken...?

[bird-inacage]

1 YEAR WITH PRAPAISKY / FORTPEAT

My first post about Love in the Air was published on 1 September 2022, where I started speculating on what the Prapaisky storyline may have in store. But it was really when I shared my first meta 'Love in the Air: Sky’s Desire to be Loved' that I realised just how many others were invested in the Sky/Prapai story.

LITA was the first thai BL series that was on my radar before it aired, that I avidly followed during it's weekly release, and then far beyond. In those very early days, there were probably less than a dozen of us posting about Prapaisky here. And once LITA finally did start, it quickly dawned on us that the Prapaisky episodes wouldn't begin until the second half. The sound of crickets and the occasional sighting of tumbleweed would continue before we got some substantial content to feast over. Let me tell you, the wait was trying. Fast forward to just over a year later, and it's absolutely incredible to see how much this show and pairing has blown up since then.

I'm extremely grateful for how much joy both my mutuals and followers have brought me throughout this fandom. Even if this blog does shift to other shows or pairings, this couple will always have a particularly special place in my heart.

How did I come across LITA, was it love at first sight?

I happened upon the trailer, and these two immediately caught my attention. Sky entranced me with his big doe eyes, much like how Prapai was drawn to him that fateful night at the race track. I swiftly fell in the love and the rest is history.

What do I love about Prapaisky?

There's something I find very compelling but also comforting about the Prapaisky relationship. A story is more likely to stick with me when there is really poignant character development - something that can be found in both Sky and Prapai. Their relationship is a healthy union that makes them both better people. Prapai is humbled by Sky's love, and Sky is empowered by Prapai's.

(ABOVE: My full video edit "this is how you fall in love" is on youtube HERE)

Favourite Prapaisky scene?

I think the episodes I have rewatched the most are probably Episode 10 and Episode 13. But just to mention some of the scenes which I find most memorable: Sky holding back tears after his one night stand, Prapai coaxing a feverish Sky during a nightmare, Sky falling asleep in Prapai's arms during Last Cheer, Prapai's imaginary kiss whilst Sky is sleepy, Prapai's utter devastation when Sky breaks up with him over the phone, Sky's affectionate back hug when Prapai comes to him, Prapai begging Sky to cry, Sky wiping away Prapai's tears.

What do I love about Fortpeat?

My favourite aspect of this partnership is Fort being a hugely affectionate and clingy person, whilst Peat is smothered by his love. Peat tends to be the more quiet and measured one within the LITA foursome (probably due to being the oldest) but Fort brings out his inner child. I still can't get over the fact Fort calls him 'baby' because he acts like one when he's with him. You wouldn't have known this in the early days when Peat was considerably more reserved. Fort comes across as an unfiltered, energetic, massive softie. Peat is the grounded, silent assassin of a tease who is unapologetically himself.

The future of Fortpeat?

I desperately hope these two get a new series as a couple. LITA really put them both on the map, and I'd be incredibly shocked if they don't get cast in something new, considering their enormous popularity now. But please, please give them a decent script. We know what they're capable of and I want to see their talent given the material it deserves.

[cyanightmars]

F7 eating habits headcanons!

So after seeing this wall of text, a friend of mine asked if i could make one for their eating habits, and who am i to say no U_U

I humbly apologize for the fact that this one won't be as long as the previous one, there aren't that many eating habits headcanons to get ideas from so about half of this will probably just be what i think some of their favorite foods would be- 😭

Anyways, here we go

Merlin

- i feel like he'd be a picky eater, but maybe not the most picky eater out of the group - he'd be the type of guy to divide the food on his plate in "food i like more" and "food i like less" and eat the former for last - it'd be pretty funny if he couldn't handle spicy food like at all - i actually don't know what his favorite food could be- - we've seen he likes carrots in the movie but that isn't really a dish i don't think- - carrots are probably one of his favorite vegetables tho - i feel like he'd have a preference for savory foods (not spicy however, just salty) - probably doesn't ask for seconds very often, but he's done it a few times in the past - always leaves some amount of food on his plate (usually not that much however)

Jack

- SO picky - refuses to eat bird meat - saves his favorite food for last - has called food bad just because of how it looks at least once - "I don't have a sweet tooth, don't be ridiculous" he says, eating his fifth marron glacé of the day - i honestly don't know what his favorite food would be, something fish based maybe- - eats rather quickly, but not like "scarfs his food down" type of quickly, does that make sense- - hates beans - apples are his favorite fruit (yes, even after all that happened with Regina; he avoids eating them in front of Merlin and Snow for a while after the movie's events) - barely ever asks for seconds, you REALLY need to make something amazing for him to ask for seconds

Arthur

- the least picky eater on the planet - scarfs his food down, but he doesn't do it too often and even then he doesn't look like a wild animal when eating - you'll be hard pressed to find a food he doesn't like - probably always asks for seconds - has probably asked for thirds a few times - the group trash bin (aka all the food that everyone else leaves he'll gladly eat) - i don't think he's the type of person to not finish all of his food, the few times it's happened he was probably really tired and fell asleep before he could finish everything - his favorite food would probably have meat and vegetables in it, me thinks - i don't think he'd eat vegetables unless paired with something else, like fish or meat

Hans

- not picky in the slightest - tries the food before calling it bad - always eats less compared to everyone else (because of... reasons..) - probably doesn't have a favorite food, likes most things he eats honestly - takes his time to savor everything, but doesn't take forever to finish his food - always finishes his food - has a slight preference for sweet food, but only slightly - only ever asks for seconds if he's not the one cooking, and even then he doesn't ask that often

Pino, Noki and Kio

- don't ask them their favorite food, it changes every month - not super picky, but sometimes it is hard to find something they like - favorite vegetables are carrots (onions are close seconds) - usually eat everything that's on their plate (or at least they try) - super fast eaters, they can be done eating in 5 minutes if they want to - don't really have a preference for sweet or savory foods, both are equally good in their eyes - usually ask for seconds - have a bad habit of eating so fast that while they're done eating everyone is still halfway done so they either leave the table or they remain seated and talk a bit, either to each other or with whoever wants to - they really don't like it when fruit or vegetables are really ripe, they don't like how squishy they get

[cazzyf1]

Quotes I wrote down for my dissertation from the book 'Mon Ami Mate' by Chris Nixon

"When Mike phoned he was asked if he was going to England to see his father. Mike said 'No I am going to Le Mans. Why should I go to England?' Then the Reuters man told him that his father had crashed and was badly hurt. Naturally, Mike was in a terrible state, but I took him to orly and the journalist Bernard Cahier managed to get him a seat on the last plane for London. While we were waiting, Mike called the garage at Farnham and was told that his father had died." - p87

"He had a tube up his old man, draining into a bottle and he told me it was very painful 'because every time you walk into the room I get an erection. It's agony!"' - p104 (this had no relevance to my dissertation I just found it funny)

'Mike was never short of visitors and Moi (partner at the time) was one of the most frequent. "I had long hair in these days and Mike would spend hours brushing it while I sat beside his bed'" - p104

'"He was tottering'", Macklin told Mark Kahn, 'He stood behind me at the table, put his arms on my shoulder and said, 'oh my god Lance, I'm terribly sorry. I bloody near killed you and I killed all those people. I'm really sorry. I'm certainly never going to race again." - p127

'Mike was, indeed, taken to the caravan, where he was looked after by Rob Walker and Tony Rolt's wife, Lois. Rob's memory of Mike's arrival is still vivid. "His first words - and I'll never forget them - were 'It's all my fault, It was all my fault! I wanted to get into the pits before Fangio went by!" Lois and I said "Don't talk such nonsense!" And we put a large brandy down him." - p127

"Mike returned to England and appeared on BBC-TV to talk about he disaster with Rudolf Whlenhaut of Daimler-Benz, the telecast was an unhappy experience for Mike. As Moi Kenward recalls - 'He had to face the music. He came round to my flat afterwards and he was really in a terrible state - he was in floods of tears' - p131

'Leslie Hawthorn blamed himself for all of Mike's National Service troubles. "Will you help me about Mike?" He asked Cardew. "The boy is miserable and pretty bitter. He is never really happy abroad and we have got to settle this call-up trouble, will you write an article in the daily express and let people know the whole story. Blame me for this mess, I advised Mike all along from the time he was sixteen. The boy was always keen to do his national service but I have spent my life in racing - motorcycles in the TT and sports car races - and I thought his future lay in that direction, rather than driving lorries for the army" - p203

"At London Airport he bravely faced the press and TV cameras and gave his eye-witness account, tears running down his face, as the Daily Mail recorded. 'There was a dip' he said, 'we went into that. There was a sharp, short right-hand bend and Peter took it a little too wide and didn't turn into it soon enough. I don't know how fast he was driving. There was just a bunch of us. Tony Brooks was in front. Peter was second. As a driver he was the best, definitely. As a friend...he was my best friend, and that is that." - p227

"Hawthorn could hardly speak. He was asked 'Will you race again?' 'If Ferrari wants me to I will. I am due to race in the Portuguese GP in two weeks, but personally I am not very intrested' Massive, fair-haired Hawthorn crammed a handkerchief against his mouth, 'Dam silly of me' he said, 'So sorry...' He walked blindly along the corridor, took Louise Collins by the hand and drove away." - p228

"The doctor pulled back the sheet and there was Peter, like he was asleep. Mike took one look, turned and went out into the corridor, where he leaned against the wall and slid to the floor. He just sat there, saying nothing." - p336

"For the man who had just become world champion, Mike was decidedly lacking in excitement immediately after the race 'He was quite strange - he didn't want to know anyone,'" - p348

In the future I will either buy this book or rent it from the library again and copy up more quotes because this book is a gold mine for information on Mike Hawthorn and Peter Collins. But for now I am going to try and reread some of my Mike Hawthorn books and copy up quotes from them.

[elizabethrobertajones]

A Dragoon's Work Is Never Done part... three? four? I did not caption the first in this series with that and so I can't even find it now.

Anyway the important thing is this seemingly completely normal diplomatic mission from Radz-at-Han where the Satrap has brought his sister for Fete Day over to visit the dragons in the other city state perched on a rock with a long history of dragon relations for good or ill. Estinien is refusing to dress up as a diplomat, which he is now when it comes to dragon things, whether he likes it or not. He claims he's just here for the Fete food. G'raha is here because he's glued to Frog and likes witnessing history happening in nice ways.

Day 6: Celebrations | Holidays

Oh, wait the above images were a spot the difference

#I'm so interested in Estinien's and Frog's relationship (platonic) and how he fits into the puzzle now that she and Aymeric are A Thing @lilbittymonster

OKAY this will be unnecessary long to explain why Aymeric is getting so smirky.

So way way way back I did actually ship Estinien and Frog a bit, because I'd done dragoon 50 before HW and was therefore Completely Normal about the Estinien/WoL relationship. But I couldn't quite make it stick in my heart, and for whatever reason despite Estinien actually being, I personally think, the character with the closest bond to the WoL on the deepest levels bar the characters who are literally part of the WoL (you know, like, the 3-5 of them we cram in there), it ended up feeling more like just an unbreakable platonic friend bond. *shrugs* sometimes your heart just decrees stuff.

In Frog Canon this translates to the Stormblood 70 Dragoon quest being a moment where after sharing the dragoon eyeball tether for the first time, Frog and Estinien are riding an absolute high of connection and feeling really good about accomplishing Good Dragoon Things (and the reason I keep captioning Estinien and Frog doing dragon stuff as "work never being done" is them chasing that high again by tying up loose ends like taking Vrtra to visit Hraesvelgr or Middy, or taking Azdaja and Middy out for curry together).

That night on the steppe, they camped out together and shared a drink and the spoils of a hunt, Orn Khai was asleep by the fire. And completely unprompted Frog and Estinien both decided at the same moment to swoop in for a kiss, which lasted roughly 3 seconds and they broke apart like "woah, no, that was weird. We don't need to do that again. Nope. Sorry." and they instead solemnly vowed their friendship, and then laughed about it and decided to take that incident to their graves.

(At this point Frog had no idea Estinien had literally ever had a relationship in his life, never mind having been with Haurchefant as well and technically at the same time as her since Haurche had only nebulously mentioned "other partners"; Estinien did know she had been madly in love with Haurchefant, and Aymeric, who in turn Estinien had his suspicions was madly in love with Frog since like, seeing them interact once even in early HW. So it was a bit of a shock to her but he'd been idly contemplating her place in all this now for a while. But since he, Frog and Aymeric were all technically single or on a break or whatever Estinien thought he was doing while ghosting Aymeric for his own mental health SB > ShB patches, there weren't any of those connections to actually like. Build anything on.)

Fast forward to Endwalker, and I'm fully on the "Ysayle needs to know she won and Estinien has gone full dragonfucker" train, because he and Vrtra are an incredible power couple and it really represents to me a sort of final stop on Estinien needing to come to terms with everything that happened to him ever in his life and having accepted all sides of both the grand scope of history and also his own relationship to dragons, Nidhogg, and relations with dragons. He returns to R-a-H post-EW very very intrigued by what Vrtra wants with him, and they pretty much immediately get together.

I think by this point he's also encountered Aymeric enough times to have started to realise they never really broke up so much as stopped seeing each other, and Aymeric is exactly as devoted to him as he was last time they met, and Estinien only actually feels guilty about avoiding him so long, and mostly because Ishgard itself gives him the heebie jeebies immediately after HW and nothing to do with what Aymeric has done or not. So he's completely ready to resume that and just needs an excuse.

Which of course is Vrtra suggesting gently that there's a valuable connection there for Estinien and for the future of the two cities. AND Frog is on his case about seeing if Vrtra wants to meet the Dravanian dragons. Which he does. And then it only belatedly occurs to him when standing in Ishgard with Aymeric that maybe Frog also was manoeuvring. (I actually credit more G'raha machinations that Frog enacted, if you dig deeper :P)

Aymeric sort of ends up the orbiting twin star to the centre of the Frogicule, since he's the connection to all that and brings this whole side in, and considering all the pining on Frog's side to others, he's really got the more stable side of it all somehow...

She's glad of it because most of why she broke Aymeric's heart in the first place post-HW is because she thought it was cruelly unfair how little time she could spare for him and that he would only be mistreated by her coming in and out of his life at random.

The solution? A SECOND partner who comes in and out of his life at random and has very little tolerance for being in Ishgard! \o/ Between the two of them, maybe they add up to one full time partner?

(cue both of them getting on ships to Tural without consulting each other)

I don't think she goes out of her way to avoid seeing Estinien and Aymeric at the same time or finds it at all uncomfortable (low boundaries between them after all), but also she and Estinien are mutually uninterested in each other romantically and only passingly physically so aren't really interested in anything more than perhaps sharing a bed for platonic sleeping with a nice comfy buffer of Aymeric. It's easier just to enjoy spending time with them doing fun things like hanging out in the Firmament chatting to dragons and eating fair food, then take her catboy and leave. To the catboy's eternal disappointment. (Sorry G'raha, now this post isn't about you and we're talking Estinien today!)

Aymeric is here at this party realising he'd bed literally anyone there including Big!Varshahn (jury out on how he'd take to actual dragonfucking but it's like. A Catholic guilt loophole meeting a dragon who looks like a guy.) I don't think Vrtra and Aymeric are quite ready for anything but the simple fact of his existence is like an accessory that's making Estinien 1000x hotter in Aymeric's eyes I guess. Ser, that's a fellow head of state, please stop objectifying him.

Aymeric can not believe his luck that in a matter of months he's gone from staring forlornly out of a window alone to glancing between his hot girlfriend and his hot boyfriend, and is suddenly thrilled to go down in history as Ishgard's most eligible bachelor (never married, so many close friendships, all his letters and diaries spontaneously combusted on his death, how sad).

... as stated before, I am such a fan of Aymeric being a messy bitch who lives for drama and also is full of Secret Yearning and Weird Thoughts and would do wildly unstable things while projecting an aura of control and calm. Literally who knows if five to ten actual years down the line he and Vrtra end up publically married to unite their countries forever or something, but for now, this is where we're at.

Frog is just happy everyone is happy, and lacking the Ishgardian upbringing had given zero thought to Vrtra as a sex object and actively restricts herself from patting big!Varshahn on the head like he is still tiny. Little-brother-gender dragon snares another big sister. Estinien's love life remains a blissful mystery to her except for occasionally comparing calendars with Aymeric and swerving around the weekends he's blocked off for Estinien.

[lemmetreatya]

Your local jojo simp sliding in once more :3

Dilftaro X black!fem reader NSFW👀

6789998212 — Dilftaro X Black!fem reader

contains: mentions of sex, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, penetration (f! receive)

YKW??? ik i can always count on you for these requests like you always pull through and tbh you’re an OG for that. I love u man Also: props to anyone who guesses the title’s meaning 😁

You weren’t really a late night call typa person, and in all honesty, neither was Jotaro. But there was something about hearing his voice so raspy and spent over the receiver in the latter PM hours that made you contemplate your innate dislikes.

“I want you here with me. Right now.”

You could practically hear him pouting through the phone. It was amusing because you know he’d never be brave enough to show you this side of him in person.

Rolling onto your back, you laid an arm over your forehead as the other held your phone to your ears.

“But Jojo, you know I have work early in the morning. I can’t just jump out right now.”

Without a beat, the man replied.

“Then let me come over. Jolyne’s fast asleep and won’t even know I’ve popped out. I won’t be gone long enough for her to notice.”

With a faux gasp at his willingness to disregard his parental activities, you giggled into the receiver.

“Jotaro! That’s not a very responsible adult thing to say.”

“Doesn’t matter.” There was the muffled crackling sound of movement on Jotaro’s end. “Right now, I’m not thinking of being a responsible adult, I just know I want to do adult things with you.”

If only the man could see your current expression. It was rare enough to get much out of the man about how he wanted to spend his time with you let alone words like these.

Let it be anybody else and it would have been classified as mild but the fact that it was him?

“Adult things?” You teased. “Like what?”

“Don’t make me say it. I’d rather show you than talk about it.”

His tone was gruff, as usual, but there was an edge to it that you couldn’t decipher. With a hum, you decided to test that edge.

“If you don’t say it out loud then how will I know you’ll actually mean it when you come see me? I need confirmation that you’ll keep your end of the deal.”

“Woman, I—” He couldn’t even finished his words. All he could do was sigh and it amused you because you could even imagine just how done he looked.

But for a few seconds, Jotaro didn’t say much else. You knew the things that made him tick weren’t necessarily the same as your own and sometimes were unexplainable. However, it’s when you heard him warmly hum underneath his breath, that you knew he wasn’t mad.

Oh no, Jotaro was anything but.

“I really want to make love to you but seriously make love to you.” His voice was low but in a very smooth and easy way.

With an upwards hum at his daring words, you encouraged his behaviour.

“Oh? Like ‘put a baby inside of me’ make love or ‘let’s keep going until the AMs’ typa make love?”

The man made an unsure sound.

“Both? I dunno. I just wanna be deep in you — Definitely cum inside you. I haven’t done that in a while.” Hearing him work through his thoughts definitely burned a fiery passion within your heart.

“No, you haven’t.” You softly clarified as you snagged your bottom lip between your teeth, your arm now coming from covering your head and just over your stomach on the blanket.

“In fact…” There was another shuffling sound on the other end of the receiver but this time it was the thick flickering of pages. “It’s been 9 months and 27 days since the last time we fucked raw.”

“You’ve been keeping count?!”

“No, I’ve been journaling it. But yes, I’m aware of how long since it’s last been.” He reinforced.

With a shocked but amused face, you couldn’t help but laugh at the bizarre notion of Jotaro having these intricacies about you archived.

However, it was nice to know he was getting more comfortable with telling you these things. Jotaro could be quite reserved at times, and say things in a way that seemed strange to you, but over the years he’s opened up to you a lot more. His tendencies were so recognisable to you now and if anything, they only turned you on more.

“What’s so funny?” The man asked. He must have heard you snickering.

“Nothing, Jojo.” You ensured. “I’m just thinking that’s the same amount of time it’d take to have a baby so if I wasn’t on anything at the time—“

“I would love to impregnate you multiple times over.” He darkly noted.

Now it was you who was stuttering to find the right words. With your skin growing hot, you tried to ask for clarification.

“Y-you… What, you want more kids?” You muttered.

Jotaro made a thoughtful hum. It was then followed by an even more thoughtful statement.

“No, I don’t think I do. I’d definitely like to see your belly swell with child and your breast leak with milk, but I don’t know if I want the repercussions of a child.”

Surprised at his new found bravery but enticed by his imagined plans for you, you continued to tread icy waters. Bringing your hands underneath the blanket, you probed the man.

“So.” You sultry purred. “You’re saying that if I let you come over you’d knock me up?”

With a deep chuckle the man disagreed.

“No. I’m saying that if you let me round then i’d come to fuck your beautiful pussy, split it open with my cock and then pour my semen into your womb with the intention to bear you with offspring. I’d plug your cunt with my fingers so none of my seed spills but I’d do all of that again and again and again and again till you’re so utterly spent and so full of my come that you wouldn’t even know which ways up — the only thing you’d know is that you’d have to wait those nine months until you see the fruits of our labour.”

Speechless at his words, you could only inhale deep unsteady breaths.

The lewd activities Jotaro had spoken out loud for you was driving you crazy. Knowing he must have been thinking about doing this to you for so long — enough for him to keep count of the days — sparked an unbridged lust within your chest.

Speaking up first, Jotaro broke the silence. His voice didn’t have a hint of amusement in but you knew he felt smug knowing he’d already won you over.

“So? If I knock on your door in 30 minutes time, you’ll open up, yes?” He deadpanned.

With a rather exasperated sigh you had to momentarily close your eyes in order to regather yourself. You know you had work in the morning and you really should advise Jotaro to stay home but there was just no way you could deny him this.

“Don’t worry about knocking.” You breathed. “It’ll already be open.”

A satisfied hum sounded from the other side.

“Good. I’ll see you then.” Jotaro’s voice was a lot more softer before he ended the call.

Removing the phone from your ears, all you could do was stare up at the ceiling in shock, albeit a shock that continued to flame the warm feeling that was circulating around your body.

You know he said to give him half an hour but you also knew Jotaro would find a way to make it in much less.

Finally deciding you should get ready for him, you slipped yourself out of bed and made your way to put something a bit more revealing on.

With a coy smile, your lips turned up at the corners.

Maybe late night calls weren’t so bad after all.

[mirisss]

But I Love You

Wordcount ≈ 2.1k

Warnings: Angst, food, I think that’s it, 

Pairing: Lee Chan (Dino) x reader

Genre: Soulmate au, angst, fluff, 

Summary: Imagine a world where soulmates exist and you know exactly who your soulmate is but a curse lays upon you keeping you from understanding them or touching them. This is the reality of Lee Chan and his soulmate (Y/n). 

Loosely based on “I Don’t Understand but I Love You” By Seventeen’s performance unit. Anything written in italics is part of the English-translated lyrics. 

When they speak and words are bolded, the soulmate can’t understand it. Anything marked with ** is things they write. 

I did not intend to write for the entire performance unit first, lol, but it happened that way. 

Please reblog! Requests are open! 

Chan’s POV

The world can be very cruel. People speak of fate and destiny as miraculous beings who have given us the greatest gift of all, soulmates. Every person has one fated soulmate somewhere in the world, a person they are bound to meet and spend the rest of their life with. But I say it’s a curse, at least for me. For I can’t speak with my soulmate nor can I touch her, it’s like she’s so close yet so far. (Y/n) my lovely soulmate. We found each other last year in our dreams, a normal way to meet your soulmate. I thought it was only because of the dreams that we couldn’t come closer than 1 meter, or speak with each other. 

The first night that we dreamt of each other I was so excited to finally meet my soulmate. However, my excitement was quickly ruined when I tried to speak with her she just looked at me with confusion clear on her face and when she tried to answer me I couldn’t make out a single word except her name. (Y/n). I tried running over to her, to at least hug her, hold her, but as I came upon the 1-meter mark, I ran into an invisible wall. I punched, kicked, and screamed at the wall hoping it would come down. (Y/n) looked back at me and put her hand on the wall, as you’d see in a movie, and I put mine ajar to hers, hoping this curse would end fast. I wished every night before falling asleep that I would finally understand her or be able to hold her. However, my wishes never came true for each night was the same. 

Through some miracle, we managed to communicate our home countries and cities to each other and so (Y/n) is moving here today. She’s moving to South Korea, to me. We’re hoping that maybe the curse will be broken once we’re actually in front of each other.

When I only see you, my heart gets jealous of my eyes. 

I was waiting at the airport, I knew when and where to wait thanks to us figuring out how to somewhat communicate through writing. It wasn’t perfect but it was a start. The second I saw her my heart began beating quicker, she was even prettier in real life. “(Y/n)!” She looked up at me from where she was walking and waved to me. “Chan!” I looked around us and saw that it wasn’t that crowded so I decided to run to her, ready to envelop her in a hug. I ran without a second thought but just as I seemed to be able to reach her, I met a wall. “No, no, no. This can’t be happening,” “Chan,” I kept punching at the wall, hoping I could break through it, I felt my eyes watering. “Chan! Pull yourself together, hey,” I finally looked back into her eyes and found that she too was fighting to hold back her tears. We still can’t understand each other nor can we touch one another. At least we’re closer now than in our dreams, I’m only a few centimeters away from her compared to the one meter in our dreams. It’s one step in the right direction but it’s not enough. I want to be able to tell her how beautiful she is, how much she means to me, and how much I love her, I want to learn more about her, I want to understand her. 

It makes me desperately wish again, but I'm more afraid that it will get erased in between thе confusing words.

“Come,” We figured out that saying just one basic word in either of our languages allowed us to understand each other so saying ‘hey, come, yes, no,’ things like that would have to do for now. Writing worked for simple sentences but nothing too complex, it would just become a blur, only allowing us to see the basics. For 1 year I have seen her in my dreams, yet I know almost nothing about her because of this stupid curse. (Y/n) walked beside me as I led her out toward my car so I could drive us home. Home, to my apartment, I hope she will like it here, especially with me. She gave up everything to come be here with me even though our situation is complicated. I looked down at our hands, dreaming about how it would be to hold her hand, interlacing our fingers, yet as I tried reaching for her hand I was once again met with the invisible wall keeping us apart. “I know, I want to hold you too,” (Y/n) looked so sad as she too stared at our hands, I think I understood what she meant just from her eyes, but I’m worried that the barrier between is too grave. “I’m sorry,” “Don’t be, Chan,” Once we reached the car I loaded her luggage into the trunk while she sat down in the passenger seat. I got in the driver’s seat and looked at (Y/n) before starting the car and driving home. The drive was silent except for the music that played in the background. Just as I parked the car (Y/n) asked a question that surprised me. “Is it your song?” I hadn’t been paying attention to the radio bus after her question I tuned it back in and realized that it was in fact a song by my group, Seventeen. “Yes, my song,” “It’s good,” “Thank you,” That was one thing I had managed to tell (Y/n) about myself, that I was a kpop-idol but I couldn’t tell her of which group but maybe she had managed to figure it out and that’s how she could tell it was my group’s song. “How did you know?” “Your voice,” “You recognized my voice?” “I don’t understand,” “My voice?” I tried to show her through body language what I meant but it wasn’t great. “I know you,” “Amazing,” I smiled brightly at her and felt my hand twitch, wanting to raise it to caress her cheek. But I stopped myself, knowing it wouldn’t work. “Let’s go,” And so we went in. It wasn’t a big apartment but it was enough for the two of us and with this, we didn’t have to share a house with my 12 groupmates. Once we were inside I showed her which room would be hers and where mine was, she seemed to like the apartment because she was smiling the whole time. “Pretty,” “Like it?” “Yeah, I do,” I pointed to her luggage and to her room to which she nodded and went inside it. I let out a sigh before texting my hyungs that (Y/n) and I had arrived home, to which they answered with a question regarding when they get to meet her. 

While (Y/n) was unpacking her things I began preparing the meal that Mingyu had pre-prepped for me, I’m not the worst cook but I’m also not great so I asked if Mingyu could help me with the first meal (Y/n) would eat here. I prayed that (Y/n) would like it, if not we could always order takeout. “Channie,” I turned around shocked, so lost in my own thoughts that I hadn’t heard (Y/n) coming out of her room. My heart also skipped a beat at the nickname, it was the first time she had used something other than ‘Chan’. “Hmm?” “What are you making?” “[insert food]” “Sounds good,” (Y/n) took out a pen and a little block of paper before she began writing.

      *Are you good at cooking?* 

“I’m okay, you?” “Pretty good,” She smiled so brightly, she was so cute. “Cute,” (Y/n) looked at me a little shyly as she blushed before she pointed to herself with a questioning look and all I could do to answer was nod my head. (Y/n) began writing again. 

     *What’s the name of your group?*

“Seventeen,” I thought she would look at me like she did all those times in our dreams when I had tried to tell her but she couldn’t understand, but this time she didn’t. 

     *Can you play some of your songs?*

“Sure” I started a playlist of our songs before the food was ready and we sat down to eat. “It’s good,” “Food or the song?” “Both,” For the rest of the evening we just sat by each other as close as the stupid invisible wall let us, listening to music and occasionally writing a question to each other.

You don't have to understand 

“I love you, (Y/n). I really do,” (Y/n) looked up at me sadly because she couldn’t understand what I just said. That’s what hurts the most, no matter how many times I tell her I love her, she can’t understand me. Nor can I understand her if she has ever said those words to me. “It’s okay,” 

     *You don’t have to understand* 

I wrote and (Y/n) answered by writing back: 

      *We’ll overcome this, Chan. We have to,*

After that, we decided it was time to go to bed so we said good night and went to our separate rooms. 

All the words that exist in the world, It's enough for just the two of us to know. With the growing wave of emotion. You know, there are more important things than words between us. 

For the first time in a year, as we slept we didn’t meet each other in our dreams. Perhaps, because we didn’t have to meet there anymore now that we lived together. That morning as I woke up, I yearned to see (Y/n) because I missed seeing her in my dreams. I hurriedly got dressed and went into the kitchen to find (Y/n) standing by the stove making breakfast. I walked up to her and without thinking stood behind her before wrapping my arms around her. (Y/n) was quite startled and jumped as my arms encircled her waist in a tight hug. It took me a few seconds to realize that I was in fact giving her a back hug, a real back hug. I could touch her, I can actually touch her. “Chan!” “(Y/n)!” She moved the pan away from the stove before turning around and throwing her arms around my neck bringing me into a tight hug. “We’re hugging,” “Yeah, finally,” We kept our arms around one another for 15 minutes, and we ended up sitting on the floor, neither one ready to let the other go in case it was a one-time thing. What if the curse was playing a trick on us? “I love you, (Y/n), I love you so much,” (Y/n) began crying and hugging me tighter. “I don’t understand,” At that, I began crying too, the curse was still there, we were finally allowed to be close to each other but we still couldn’t understand what the other said. “I don’t understand but I love you, Chan. I really love you,” “I don’t understand but I love you, (Y/n), I really do,” I gently put my hand on her cheek, moving my thumb back and forth slowly before leaning in and kissing her. (Y/n) kissed me back as soon as my lips landed on hers. “I love you, we might not understand each other but I love you. We’ll find a way,” “Chan,” “I know, you don’t understand,” I said sadly, but as the words left my mouth I noticed the happy smile on her face. “No, Chan, I can understand you,” “And I understand you, (Y/n), I actually understand you!” “Just like a fairy tale, a true love's kiss removes the curse,” “Just in case it’s not totally lifted, we should kiss once more, right?” “Yeah, you know, just in case,” I leaned in once more, this time with a smile, and kissed my soulmate who I finally understood and could touch. Maybe the curse was there to make sure that we could love each other no matter what, whatever it was I don’t understand but I know I love you my dear soulmate, my (Y/n). 

[sgt-morgan]

Riddle Me This 🎀

Summary: Matt’s daughter is a quizzical child, and those questions are always very interesting. Part of the Robinverse.

Warnings:Allusions to cannon typical violence, pregnant reader, AFAB! Female identifying reader.

A/N: Based on this ask. Really really fun, keep them requests rolling, I love answering them.

Daredevil Masterlist

Jackie is a quizzical child, with two lawyers as parents how could she not be. Her eye for detail even at the ripe old age of four was a force to be reckoned with, and it showed in her everyday conversations with her parents.

“Why do I gotta nap mommy? Daddy doesn’t nap!” The girl huffed as she rubbed her eyes and settled down into her parent’s bed anyway. She always naps in your bed, Matt almost insists on it, because then his bed smells like his whole family, and it helps him sleep.

“Daddy is a crazy person who thinks sleep is for weenies, and when he doesn’t nap he gets grumpy and falls asleep while we watch Encanto, daddy is a bad example.” You huff and Matt scoffs from the kitchen and mutters about ‘Not needing sleep,’ and ‘I don’t need to hear we don’t talk about Bruno for the 400th time.’ But continues to listen to the exchange.

“What about you? You don’t nap!” Jackie huffed triumphantly.

“Oh kid, I nap all the time, I just nap while YOU nap so you don’t see me do it. I’m growing another of your daddy’s super babies, I nap A LOT!” Jackie is stumped by that one. Mommy naps? Mommy doesn’t nap. Unless she does nap while she naps…

“Ok, then you nap too!” She grins triumphantly, throwing back the covers with her dad’s signature ‘cat got the canary’ grin. She wants to prove a point. Your face goes blank, before an evil grin creeps up on it.

“Okay Jackie, I will take a nap.” Then you snuggled down next to her and promptly fell asleep.

Matt had been waiting for you for about twenty minutes before he went to look for you. When he found you, you were curled up next to your daughter… fast asleep.

“Psst- Robin!? What are you doing?” He whisper yelled, and you stirred awake. “I thought we were gonna fold laundry?”

“Your daughter asked me why she has to take a nap, then she said that you don’t have to, and I told her that you were a bad example because you don’t nap, and then I told her I nap, so she said we had to do it together.” You summarized between yawns. “I thought I would just lay here until she fell asleep, then I fell asleep, because your active ass devil baby didn’t let me sleep last night.”

Matt rolled his eyes and left the room for a second and you shrugged and laid back down, eyes dropping closed. He came back a second later carrying your over stuffed laundry basket, and you looked at him blearily confused.

“What are you doing Matthew?” You chuckled as he plopped down on his side of the bed.

“Well I’m not gonna sit out there and fold laundry all alone, go back to sleep Robin.”

He huffed, pressing play on his ‘Princess Bride’ audio book and proceeding to fold clothes.

“Okay Bats, nighty night.”

Another such instance of curiosity came in the form of Frank and Peter passing out in your living room.

“Mommy,” whispered Jackie, sitting on Peter’s back watching cartoons and playing with his hair while he slept. “Why are Petey and Uncle Frank sweeping in the living room?”

“Because, they went out last night, and they were too tired to go home.” You whispered back, trying to quietly make pancakes for your house full of exhausted vigilantes. (Matt and Wade were still asleep, Matt in your bed, and Wade on Jackie’s floor curled up with the unicorn plush she gave him last night when she woke up after a nightmare. He took care of threatening the monsters in her closet with his katanas.)

“Okay, did they fight bears?” She whispered and you stoped what you were doing to stare at her incredulously.

“What?” You chuckled, staring at your daughter in wonder from across the room.

“Well, Uncle Frank had a biiiiig scratch in his side, and Uncle Wade had bear spray.” You did a double take at that one.

“Uncle Wade had what!?” You spoke at full volume and Frank and Peter began to stir, you fixed your volume and asked again. “What do you mean?”

“He threatened the monsters in my closet with bear spray and his swords.” She shrugged and you guffawed.

“Good lord, no, they didn’t-“ you stopped, trying to figure out how you would explain that her favorite uncles, who brought her candy, and gifts, and let her paint their nails, were actually brutal crime fighting vigilantes. “Uh.. yeah. They fought a bear. A big grizzly with nasty teeth and terrible claws.” You shrugged as Matt wandered into the kitchen, with his hoody unzipped and pajama pants slung low on his hips. He kissed your cheek softly, and settled down on the floor in front of Jackie and Peter on the couch. He leaned back, using Peter as a pillow, and puckered his lips. Jackie leaned down to kiss him, and she noticed he had a gash over his eye, nodding grimly as she placed her little hands on his cheeks.

“Oh, Daddy helped fight the bear too.” She Said, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning her head on top of his. Matt turned his head in your general direction with an eyebrow raised in skepticism.

“Yeah baby, daddy helped your uncles fight a bear last night, and they came back and stayed here.” You shrugged and Matt nodded his head in an ‘Ah, got it.’ Kinda way.

“Awe, Dada.” Jackie cooed, kissing him again. “It’s not good to fight bears, you gotta let Spiderman and Daredevil do it.” You snorted and Matt chuckled a bit and let his chin drop to his chest.

“You got it bug, next time we will leave the bear fights to the professionals.” He conceded, pulling the little girl over his shoulder and on to his lap as he heard Peter start to stir.

“MmmmBanana pancakes.” Peter groaned as he sat up, plucking Jackie back from her father, who looked scandalized to be robbed of his baby. “Mom? Can mine have chocolate chips?”

“Yeah mommy!” Jackie squealed, “chocy chips for Petey and me!”

“Ooh!” Wade shuffled into the living roof, stretching and groaning. Matt winced, his joints sounded terrible after sleeping on Jackie’s floor, and he almost felt bad for the guy. “Can I have chocolate chips too mommy?” Aaaand his sympathy was gone. He kicked Wade in the knee, knocking him into Frank who awoke with a start.

“Wade, you call me mommy again and I’ll be wearing your nuts as a necklace.”

Jackie asked some tough questions too, some that really took time and effort to explain. The nature of these answers could sometimes be incredibly testy, and you never wanted to scare her or not put enough effort into your answers, so things could get really difficult.

“Dadda?” The little girl asked one night, curled into Matt’s side while you cooked dinner. “Why can’t you see my pictures?” Matt took a deep breath and heard your knife pause in its work in the kitchen before picking back up again.

“Well princess, daddy’s eyes are broken.” He said, turning his head towards his little girl, letting her take off his glasses to look into his blank stare. “Daddy can’t see anything. That’s why I read special books with dots, and why I can’t drive a car, and I can’t paint your nails. You see, daddy got in an accident when he was a little boy. There was an old man who was crossing the street, and a big truck full of extra special chemicals had an accident and it almost hit him. So I pushed him out of the way, and the chemicals got in my eyes, so now I can’t see.“ Jackie seemed to ponder this for a second, debating on what to do with this information.

“Daddy, you’re not broke! You’re special.”

She snuggled into his side, and then she did something he didn’t expect. “I have red hair, and brown eyes. Im missing my front toof, My hair is curly like mommy’s, and my fingernails are blue. Your hair is brown and kinda short, you’re very tall, and your eyes are brown like mine. You have really big hands, and they have these thingies on your knuckles. They make you look tough.” The little girl proceeded to describe all of your close friends and family, and her momma, who was quote, ‘The prettiest lady she had ever seen including Elsa.’ Matt felt himself tearing up the longer she went, and he could hear you sniffling in the kitchen.

When she finished, he asked her why she did it.

“Now you don’t need to see! You know what we all look like! If you ever want to see, you let me know. I’ll be your eyes dada.” Matt hugged the precious girl closer, and he thanked every Angel and saint and the good lord in heaven that they blessed him with such a perfect little girl.

Then there were those hard nights. Nights when Matt wasn’t home, and the only thing that could soothe her is her beloved dada, and he wasn’t here. Those questions were the toughest, because you really didn’t know how to answer. Sure, Jackie is a clever kid, but telling her her dad is a superhero? Expecting her to keep it under wraps? That’s tough. So, you don’t tell her, and you deal with the nights that all she can do is throw a tantrum, because she wants her daddy and he’s not here.

“BUT WHERE IS HE!?” Jackie screamed, almost choking on her sobs, while you were struggling not to sob yourself. Jackie was sick, terrible fever, she wasn’t keeping anything down, snotty, the whole nine. The poor baby was absolutely miserable, and to top it all off her dad had been gone all day. “Why is DADA GONE! I WANT HIM!” She sobbed again, her whole little body trembling with them as she heaved out cry after cry. She hadn’t really slept all day, and she couldn’t seem to sleep unless you were holding her, or she was in your bed.

“Jackie, please don’t cry bug, he’s working and soon he will be home ok?”you tried again, sitting on the floor by the crying toddler’s head while she continued to throw a fit.

“Why? Why can’t he be here mommy?” It broke your heart, and you were at a complete loss for words. She wept, and then, thankfully, you heard your husband at the door. He stooped low, practically crawling to the little girl, whose fevered body was pressing into the cold tiles of their bathroom floor. When he got to her, he plucked her up, and once her arms and legs were securely wrapped around his neck and waist, he pulled you to lay your head on his knee. In that moment, no other words were needed, Matt’s presence was enough. His exhausted girls

We’re sated having him right where they needed him, at home. When Jackie’s furious tears subsided, he began to explain.

“Jackie, what is my nickname?” He says, stroking her back in calm circular motions, while he ran his fingers through your hair.

“Batman, mommy calls you Batman.” She sniffs, as if the answer was obvious.

“That’s right. Momma calls me Batman and there are two reasons why. Do you know the first one?” Jackie shook her head, frustrated, and Matt nodded assuringly.

“That’s ok Jacks,” he soothed, “you don’t have to know the answer. Mommy calls me Batman, and I call her Robin, because we’re a team. Me, you, and Mommy are like Batman, Robin, and Batgirl. We’re a team. We work together to take care of each other. Part of being on a team, is being able to tell each other when we’re upset, and when we need something. So are you upset little bug?” The little girl nodded, and your eyes closed, content to let Matt parent for a moment. “Okay, can you tell me why?” Jackie shook her head, and Matt nodded. “That’s ok, is it a lot of things?” She nodded. “Okay, that’s fine, it’s okay to be upset about a lot of things. Is one of them because I wasn’t home when you needed me?” Jackie nodded. “Okay, that’s fine, I get upset sometimes when you and mommy aren’t with me. Can I tell you my second reason mommy calls me Batman?” Jackie looked up at him quizzically and he smiled encouragingly. “Mommy calls me Batman, because when I’m out working, I’m helping people.” Jackie looks confused, so you but in.

“Right, he’s helping people. Do you know what mommy and daddy do for a living?” You ask gently, reaching a hand up gently to rub her leg, the only thing you could reach from your cozy spot on the floor. “We’re lawyers, that means when bad people hurt someone, we fight to get the people that they hurt help. Your daddy though, your daddy is extra special, because he also does his best when he’s not at home to stop people from getting hurt in the first place. He tries to make New York a better place. Just like Batman tries to save Gotham.”

“That’s right,” Matt nods, squeezing your hand gratefully, “That doesn’t mean that your feelings aren’t important. Daddy can get carried away sometimes, so it’s important that we talk to each other so I know when they need me. I never want you to feel neglected baby girl, and I’m so sorry I made you upset, that was no good, but I won’t know how to help if you don’t tell me.” He draws back and meets his daughter’s tired gaze, caressing her curls and kissing her forehead. “So, can you accept my apology? Will you let me try to do better?” Jackie nodded and threw her little arms around Matt’s shoulders.

“It’s okay daddy, I love you.” She sniffled, burying her little face in Matt’s neck.

“Thank you sweet baby, I love you too.” Matt sighs, content to just hold his little family for a while. He listens to Jackie’s breathing settle, and soon she’s fast asleep.

“Alright Robin, she’s asleep, wanna go to bed?” He says, standing gently and offering you a hand.

“Oh lord Bats, if you think I can pull myeslf up with limited help while I’m growing another of your rosemary’s babies? You’re delusional. Go put Batgirl to bed and come back for me. I’ll wait right here.” You huffed and Matt chuckled. “I love you Batman.” You grin up at him from your spot on the floor and he grins, bending to press a kiss to your lips.

“I love you too Robin, there’s nobody I’d rather have devil babies with.”

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Marcovaldo family x Reader

A/N: Massimo with a Feminine S/O, takes place after Massimo adopts Alberto.

My masterlist is -> here

Massimo (Luca)

Massimo is a kind man, we all know that.

He likes to hold your hands in his larger ones. He is a softly for the ones he loves.

Cooking together and walks are things he enjoys doing with you.

He isn't the jealous type, he trusts you completely.

He is a big guy so he gives you ever bigger hugs that last a few seconds unless he's in a hurry. Then it's just a quick hug.

He adores the things you do. Even if it is simple as doing something right. He treats you like you are the only person in the world.

Massimo may be a tall man with little words but his eyes and hands tell a different story. His light touches are gentle and love is always shown in his eyes as he looks at you. It's obvious that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

His daughter, Giulia, felt indifferent about you at first.

She wants what is best for her father and wants him to be happy.

But she also doesn't feel like he needs another potential spouse after him and her mother.

She felt like her father and mother would get back together but gave up on that hope after a while.

Giulia slowly warms up to you after seeing how happy you make Massimo.

She told her dad and admitted to you that she'd never call you "Mama" or "Mom".

You gently reassured her that it is completely okay if she never does. And you also told her that you'd never replace her mother which she greatly appreciated.

Massimo does plan things between the three of you to try and bond.

The man is a giant sweetheart when it comes to you and his daughter.

If he ever saw you and Giulia sleeping beside each other due to her accidentally falling asleep by you... Mans has an overload of emotions.

Of course he doesn't show it all that much but you can tell that he enjoys seeing you and his daughter getting along.

On the other hand, Alberto kinda liked the idea of having a mother figure in his life.

He thinks it is nice that Massimo found someone who loves him.

Alberto was hesitant at first during your first encounter but very soon he warmed up to.

He'd be protective over you if anyone came around you for too long.

He wouldn't admit it, but he enjoys moments when you run your fingers through his curly hair while he's in your lap. Instantly knocked out 'cause of it being so relaxing.

He would call you "Mama" or "Mom" at one point in yours and Massimo's relationship.

Alberto would want to show you everything he is proud of. How good he swims, how he can ride a bike, how fast he can climb, etc.

Moving on to tiny oneshot...

"Giulia! Alberto! Dinner is ready!" You yelled from the kitchen. When you received no response, you went outside and yelled it again towards the beach.

Giulia and Alberto looked at each other and big smiles broke out onto their faces. Giulia stood up before he could. "Race ya home!"

The boy quickly got up and laugher erupted from the both of them. They were both out of breath when they reached the house. Alberto put his hands on his knees and swallowed as he panted. "I won."

You smiled and rolled your eyes seeing the two of them compete against one another. "Come on you two. Eat before the food gets cold." You sat plates down onto the wooden table for everyone including yourself.

Giulia threw her hands in the air. "Yes! Trenette al Pesto!" Her and Alberto stuffed their faces with the pasta that you cooked.

You chuckled softly at the display and shook your head. "Woah woah, slow down. You're going to choke if you eat that fast."

Alberto shrugged and put more of the noodles on his fork. "It's alright Mama, I won't." The boy stopped mid bite with the fork close to his mouth; his mouth wide open. He was frozen as he realized what he had said. Giulia looked at him with big surprised eyes and her cheeks looked like a chipmunk since she was eating when he spoke.

Massimo raised one of his thick eyebrows while you tried not to tear up. Alberto put the fork down and finally looked at you. He cleared his throat and nervously met your eyes. "I'm sorry, it just slipped out."

You weren't mad or weirded out by him calling you 'Mama'. You found it sweet and made your heart swell. You leaned forward and put a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder. "Don't be sorry. I don't mind if you call me that. If you want to, you can."

Alberto smiled. "Really? I-I can?" He immediately jumped down from his seat and hugged you tightly. You blinked down at him but then happily smiled and wrapped your arms around him. Giulia was now smiling softly at the scene with her head tilted. Massimo cracked a smile and put a forkfull of pasta in his mouth.

[xandraspalace]

Icing Sugar

----- Icing Sugar || Mysta Rias [NIJISANJI EN] Birthday Fiction 2023

Summary : Birthday without a birthday cake is not a birthday at all. You and Mysta messed up the kitchen a bit to bake a cake and celebrate his birthday. Without you realizing it, the sweetness of sugar has exposed your sincere feelings for each other.

WC : 1746 Words.

Warning : Grammar errors, teeth-rotting fluff, suggestive, etc.

Featured Characters : -

Story Notes : This story is written in second-person point of view and the reader is gender-neutral. The personas written here are based on the avatar of the characters as vtubers, not the person behind it. Enjoy.

A/N : HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO OUT FOX BOI!! YEAYYYY!!!!!

Other Platforms : [MEDIUM] [TWITTER]

     YOU sat there for a bit longer. You were still trying to collect the remnants of your consciousness that were still left in the dreamland. It was already late and the sun was already hanging very high.

     A sniffling snoring sound and a slight movement caught your attention. You turned your gaze to the side, finding your lover, Mysta Rias, still fast asleep. You gently brushed his hair away from his face, making him slightly lean to your touch.

     You decided to let him sleep a little longer. Mysta went to bed very late last night because of the birthday countdown stream. With that reason, you wanted to let him rest for some more. You could celebrate his birthday later, after his today's birthday stream.

     After going to the bathroom to prepare yourself for the day, you went straight down to the kitchen to get your brunch. You daydreamed while making a mug of coffee for yourself. Until suddenly something crossed your mind. “Birthday without birthday cake is not a birthday,” you mumbled to yourself. After making sure the ingredients you need were available, you decided to bake a cake.

     Unfortunately to you, your mood were breaking into pieces when you realized something. Here you choose which cake recipe you will bake when you remembered, “Mysta is a picky eater,” you stated while standing there, dumbfounded, eyes blinking a couple of times. You almost forgot that your lover is very sensitive with his food.

     You sighed, going back to scrolling down through the internet to find the right cake to bake. “Mysta likes chocolate, right? The allergy was not true, no? Oh!” You found a recipe and read it quickly.

     "Do we even have any strawberries?" Once again you asked yourself. Your smile widened when you find a bowl of strawberries in the fridge. "Alright, let's make a strawberry chocolate cake, then!"

     After finishing your coffee and brunch, you started to prepare the ingredients you need. While occasionally humming a song, you mixed your cake batter. Carefully, you poured your batter into the pan and put it in the oven.

     You sighed and smiled. At the same time, the sound of footsteps was heard coming down the stairs. "You're awake?"

     “Not really,” he mumbled, barely audible from his lingering sleepiness. If his chat hear this, they will get tskr-ed by him. Mysta walked straight to get a drink. "What are you doing?"

     Smiling, you answered, “A cake. It’s your birthday, babe, remember?”

     Mysta gulped down his water. He approached you and kissed you. However, something managed to surprise you. “Hmph!” you jumped a little when you felt Mysta's hand grab your butt. You instantly pulled away from him. “Mysta, what the—”

     “I prefer this cake more,” he joked, effortlessly seductive with his morning voice. Mysta leaned down and rested his face on the crook of your neck.

     You were lucky that Mysta couldn’t see the blush on your face. “Shut up! Not now, okay?” Your voice sounded panicked and flustered.

     Mysta got up and lifted his face. He looked at you with his sleepy eyes. "Later, then?"

     “If conditions allow us to do that, of course." You kissed his cheek softly. Mysta hummed before he took something to eat. "Anyway, want to help?" you asked out of the blue.

     Mysta who was biting his brunch came to a halt. He stared at you in disbelief. "You know you shouldn't trust me with the kitchen, you know it best." His accent sounded thicker when he sulked. “Even my new Mystakes know it.”

     “Yeah, but it doesn’t mean you cannot help, though,” you laughed. “I won’t force you but feel free to join me if you want to.”

     Mysta was silent for a moment. He glanced at the oven. Inside his brain, he was debating whether he should help you or not. On one hand, he wanted to help you, but on the other he knew that he will mess the kitchen up as soon as he touches the icing knife. After a long silence, Mysta sighed. "I'll help you with the icing and decor."

     With a smile, you answered, “Sure!”

     While waiting for your cake, you prepared the ingredients you need to decorate the cake. You mixed up the syrup that you'll use to sweeten the cake. You also whip your own icing cream. Lastly, you cut the strawberries and melted some chocolate.

     After a while, your oven beeped, indicating your cake is baked. “Mysta, the cake is ready!” you yelled. Carefully, you pulled out your cake from the oven.

     Mysta, who has been relaxing in his studio, immediately got up from his gaming chair when he heard your voice.

     “Here!” The moment he came to the kitchen, you shoved a strawberry that you've previously cut into his mouth.

     Mysta let you feed him. “Ooh, sweet,” he commented, munching the strawberry happily. The detective of Luxiem also washed his hands before helping you.

     “I will cut the genoise first. After that, can you add the syrup before we do the icing?” you asked.

     “Sure.”

     You gave him the brush. "Careful, and add it just enough." You made sure he didn't mess up the cake. After Mysta added the syrup on the first layer of genoise, you took your icing knife. "And now the icing." You neatly started spreading the whip cream you made over the cake that Mysta has covered with syrup.

     Every now and then you will poke your whip cream with your finger and feed it to Mysta. You tried your best to avoid the detective's antics who wanted to smear your face with the icing.

     “Now add the strawberries,” you pointed the bowl on the counter. Mysta did what you asked and put the bowl in front of you.

     “Oh!” You were a little surprised when Mysta's hands suddenly caged your body. As if it was nothing, Mysta took a piece of strawberry and fed it to you. "Wow, you're right. It's sweet."

     With Mysta's help, you put the strawberries on the genoise and coat them again with the whip cream. You did the same for the next two layers with Mysta's hands that were still caging you. He seemed very comfortable helping you in a position like that where your back and his front are touching.

     “Now the cover icing!” you stated happily. “Oh, Mysta, could you get me the bowl of chocolate from the fridge, pretty please? I've melted it down for decoration."

     The detective complied with your request. "Here you are."

     "Thank you, baby." As a gift, you kissed him briefly on the cheek. You could see the smile on his face. Carefully, you pour the melted chocolate onto the cake. With the remaining strawberries, you put the final touches on the cake. "It's done!" you cheered. "But there's left over whip cream."

     In the end, you took a spoon and eat the cream. You melted with the sweet taste of the sugar. “Mysta, try this!” You gave the next spoon to your lover. The fox-like man immediately eat the cream that you fed him.

     “It’s so sweet, right? Woah—Mmph?!”

     You were surprised. However, that surprise was drowned out by the sweet taste you felt from Mysta's lips. You voluntarily opened your mouth, letting his tongue to explore further. Getting the green light from you, Mysta immediately pushed the whip cream that was on his tongue into your mouth.

     Mysta noticed that your weakened knees. He lifted you up and placed you on the counter. After you swallowed all the sugar through his kiss, Mysta pulled away. With any crazy thoughts on his mind, he once again leaned over your face and licked the remaining cream at the corner of your lips.

     “W-what the heck?” You were too flustered to form a sentence. You ended up stuttering as you cussed at him—not complaining, of course.

     Meanwhile, Mysta was smirking triumphantly. To be able to pull that flustered expression off of you boosted up his ego. “Good lord, look at your face. It's as red as the strawberries,” he flirted, wiping the corner of your lips that he previously licked.

     “Shut up!” Too embarrassed, you pulled him closer to you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in the crook of it.

     Mysta returned your gesture by wrapping his arms around your waist. For a few moments, you and Mysta were very comfortable in that position. Mysta's fingers gently rubbed your waist. He enjoyed your warmth in silence.

     “Mysta,” you whispered, breaking the silence.

     “Hm?”

     “Happy birthday.”

     Your voice was muffled by the crook of his neck. However, Mysta could hear your clearly.

     To him, you are his everything. As a person who is very difficult to get along with other people, he really appreciates you being able to always be with him and loves him for who he is. He doesn't want anything from you, but he swore to himself that he would give everything for you. Spending another year with you isn't a bad thing. In fact, he was very grateful for that. He wants to spend eternity with you.

     You are safe in his arms. You will always be safe with him. No harm can ever touch you because he has sworn that he will fight heaven and earth just to protect you.

     Mysta turned his head to kiss your ear sweetly. He took a bit of time to inhale your scent, to feel your warmth, to feel your presence. “Thank you,” he whispered so softly.

     You pulled yourself from him. Gently, you cupped his cheeks and kissed his forehead. “I’m so glad that you were born as you are.”

     If Mysta didn't know any better, he would have cried. It was just that he wanted his birthday to be a happy day without the slightest tears.

     Mysta turned her head, looking for something to divert the subject of your conversation. “So,” he started. "What should we do with the cake we made?"

“Let’s enjoy it with some drinks, something that’s not too strong, of course, or we will get drunk” you smiled. “Also, maybe you can share it with your chat too for today’s birthday stream.”

     Mysta’s beautiful eyes lit up. “I will brag this to my Mystakes! I will brag about how I didn’t blow up the kitchen while decorating the cake!”

     Seeing your lover’s excitement, you could only laugh. “My, my. Be grateful because you're the birthday boy today." ----- [FIN]

Icing Sugar A Fiction by Author Xandra January, 2023