#and the conversation just gets perfectly stuck there cause as it turns out you can like

[marklikely]

and i have zero answers about this but i feel like we as a collective need to figure some stuff out bc we cannot keep having these constant threads about how all lgbt media is sanitized and boring these days in between callout posts for how every new lgbt media that isn't sanitized and boring is irredeemable problematic media you can't blog about

[ihave-atummyache]

whipped

Stray Kids Imagine

Summary: the boys are whipped and reader is spoiled rotten.

SFW, fluffy and cute (,:

-OT8

4k words (got carried away on hannie’s >_<)

Bang Chan:

"Mmm," you hum lowly watching a cooking video on your phone. You didn't even realize you were hungry until you got stuck scrolling on some random cooking page.

"I'm hungry now," you mumble quietly to Jisung beside you, turning your phone to show him the video. He nods before you even turn the phone, your phone screen had caught his attention earlier and he had been watching over your shoulder.

“I’ve been watching since that chicken parmigiana,” he admits and you laugh but Chan’s voice speaks up before you can reply. Neither of you had realized he has pushed one of his headphones back and heard the whole conversation.

"Here, princess. Go get something to eat," you feel the plastic hit your leg before you even realize Chan had been getting his card out of his wallet.

“Don’t go too far without telling me where you’re going,” he adds on, turning back around towards the track he had been working on.

"I'll just go to the vending machine. Do you want anything?" you ask, standing and tucking your phone into your back pocket. He turns his head towards you as you start inching towards the door.

"No, I'm okay. Thank you," he replies with a soft smile and eyes you while you turn and walk out of the room. He doesn't turn back to continue working on the track again until you are completely out of his sight.

"Oh my gosh. You are down bad," Changbin speaks up from beside Chan and Jisung bursts out laughing behind him.

"He took the nickname 'princess' literally," Jisung laughs out and Changbin agrees with vigorous nods.

“She’s got you like this,” he holds up his pinky towards Chan and he swats his hand away, a blush rising up his neck at the teasing.

Changbin pokes Chan’s neck, catching Jisung’s attention at the blush and Chan swats his hand away again, slightly embarrassed because he knows his friends are right.

"W-what did I do now?" He stutters out, looking between the two before you walk back into the room, a bag of chips in your hand.

"Thank you, Channie," you smile as you walk over to him, handing him his card back. He grabs the card from you but before you can retract your hand, he pulls it back towards him, pressing a kiss to the top of your hand and then flipping your hand and placing one to the inside of your wrist.

He never breaks eye contact and you’re in a trance when his chocolate eyes meet yours. He looks like an adoring puppy, and it seems you’re his owner.

You smile and retract your hand, pressing your own lips to the same spots that he had. He smiles at the indirect kiss and you blow a kiss at him before walking back over to your spot beside Jisung.

"He is wrapped around your finger," Jisung says after Chan replaces his headphones, causing Changbin to start laughing again and holding his pinky up towards you, like he had done to your boyfriend earlier.

Lee Know:

You and your boyfriend, Minho, arrived back at his house, ready to start your weekly movie night with him and his three other roommates. Minho had come and picked you up, like always, and that alone got the boys riled up.

"Why does he always need to go pick you up?" Felix asks when you sit next to him and you laugh and shrug.

"I don't know. He says I don't need to drive if he is perfectly capable of driving. I just chose to let it be," you smile and look over at Felix noticing chills on his arms, "You cold, Lix?" you ask and he nods. 

"He is so sweet to you," Felix replies and you let out a chuckle, nodding in agreement before you feel the couch sink on the other side of you.

"Mm I guess so,” you agree, letting a smile make its way to your face.

“Honey, can you go get Lix another blanket?" you lean over to him, stopping him from getting completely comfortable in his seat.

"Why do I have to do it?" he complains, but stands anyways and makes his way over to the spare blankets. He picks up the one he knows is Felix’s favorite, and tosses it into his lap.

"Wait! Can you also get me a glass of water?" you ask, tilting your head back on the back of the couch to look at him. He groans and turns towards the kitchen.

"Yes, princess. Anything for you, your highness," he grumbles, sarcasm dripping in his tone.

"I kind of want my snacks," Seungmin speaks up towards you, a grin on his face. You grin back at him before turning in your spot to face the direction your boyfriend had just left in.

"And Seungmin's snacks!" you yell behind him and hear him whine. You sit up and smile at Seungmin.

"That means yes," you translate his complaining.

"We know. He never says no to you. It must be nice," Jeongin speaks up from the floor in front of the couch and you laugh. You know your boyfriend is absolutely whipped for you. There is no way to ignore it.

"What is so funny?" Minho's voice sounds from behind you, his steps approaching the couch.

"Oh, nothing," you smile up at your boyfriend as he leans over and tosses Seungmin's snacks into his lap. He places your glass of water on the table in front of you.

"You're so whipped," Felix comments while Minho settles into the couch next to you. You shift your weight slightly to lean into him, his arm slinging up to the couch behind you.

"I have to be. I spoiled her too much in the beginning and now I'm stuck," he says and you slap him on his chest lightly, causing the boys to laugh before starting the movie.

Changbin:

Changbin reaches across the table and grabs the pitcher of water. He grabs your glass from in front of you while you are deep in a conversation with Hyunjin across from you.

He refills it before turning back to Han to finish their conversation. He sits the pitcher back where he got it.

"My glass is more empty than her's was," Han complains and Changbin laughs, shaking his head at his friend.

"Then you might want to refill it," he replies but before Han can give a comeback, the food comes to the table.

"Mmm. This looks so yummy," you inhale deeply above your bowl, "And smells so yummy too," you comment and start blowing on your hot meal, waiting for it to cool down.

When you lean forward, your hair almost falls into your food but Changbin notices and quickly pushes it over your shoulder before it can.

"Careful, baby," he says quietly to you and takes your hair elastic off his wrist, tying your hair into a makeshift ponytail. You smile and place a hand on your boyfriend's thigh.

"Thank you, Binnie," you smile at him and he smiles back.

"Whipped," you both hear Seungmin say it under his breath but it seemed like he wanted you to hear it.

"Shut up," Changbin points a finger at him, squinting his eyes. Seungmin puts his hands in the air in surrender and you turn back towards your still hot food.

"Here. Have a few bites while your food cools down," Changbin offers and slides his dish over to you, which you gladly accept and take a bite.

"Mm! This place is so good!" you exclaim, a hand covering your full mouth. You move it after you swallow and Changbin reaches over, swiping his thumb at the corner of your mouth.

"Messy," he teases at you and you stick your tongue out at him.

"Really? Right in front of my salad?" Seungmin speaks up again and you snap your head towards him, causing the table to erupt into laughter. Neither you or Changbin had noticed that the entire table had fallen silent while the two of you were in your own little world.

"Oh hush!" You exclaim, laughing, feeling the blush rise to your face.

Hyunjin:

“Baby, do you love me?” you ask from your spot on the floor, glancing at your boyfriend through the mirror. Hyunjin immediately turns to you and nods his head, placing his phone down on the bed beside him.

“Of course but what do you want?” he raises an eyebrow, he has grown quite keen of your little tricks.

“Can you pretty please grab my phone from the kitchen? I left it in there to charge earlier but now I want it,” you whine a little bit and Hyunjin stands, walking over to you and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"Your wish is my command," Hyunjin smiles and you roll your eyes. Your boyfriend had started this joke a while ago but as your relationship progressed, you realized it really wasn't a joke.

He really does get you whatever you desire. Most of the time he gets you what you want without you even having to ask him. If he could, he would quite literally worship the ground you walk on.

Hyunjin returns with your phone and the charger it had been plugged into a few moments later. All you asked for was your phone off the charger but he always goes above and beyond.

"It was only charged to fifty, so I brought the charger too," he replies and leans down to press a kiss to your lips. He always gets a kiss after you ask him to do a task, almost like a payment.

"Thank you, my love," you mumble as your lips meet gently. You are sat on the floor, doing your makeup and Hyunjin being the perfect and patient boyfriend that he is, is waiting nicely for you.

"Mhm. You know I can never say no to you," he confesses and presses another kiss to your lips. He walks over to the bed but instead of laying back down, he grabs his phone and makes his way back over to you. He squats down and sits behind you, placing his knees against your back and laying down on the ground.

"You can lean back if you need to, love" he says nonchalantly and pulls his phone out to keep himself entertained while you continue getting ready.

You lean back against his knees and stare at yourself from afar in the mirror. You place both hands on Hyunjin's knees, prying them apart and letting your body fall on top of his before flipping over.

"You spoil me," you whisper, inching closer to his face, he drops his phone to the ground beside him and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your body flush against his.

"I can't help it. I always want you happy," he replies and you lean down, letting the kiss linger longer than the previous two had.

Han:

"Stop acting like a spoiled little princess," Jisung teases at your pouting face. He had dragged you to this fair and insisted you don't need to bring your bag out wallet then when you got hungry, he refused to buy you any food.

"Sungieeee..." you know you're whining but you also know it always works. Your boyfriend is extremely soft when it comes to you. He rolls his eyes at you and throws an arm over your shoulder.

"What do you want?" he sighs out and you smile, practically jumping up and down and pointing to the stand you want. He starts walking towards it when you get distracted by a game right next to the stand.

It is one of those dart games when you have to hit the balloons and the big prize is a giant stuffed dragon. You open your mouth to speak but Jisung interrupts you before a word can leave your mouth.

"You want the dragon, don't you baby?" It's a question but it comes out of his mouth more like a statement. You nod fervently, a huge grin plastered on your face. Jisung sighs and reaches into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. He hands you a twenty dollar bill and you bound over to the stand, handing it to the man.

It is $5 a round and by the beginning of your fourth round, you know you won't be able to get it. You pout a little bit when the man working the stand hands you a tiny puppy instead, mumbling out a quick "thanks" then heading to the stand you were originally going to.

"Hi! What can I get you two?" the kind man at the stands asks you and Jisung as you walk up, your eyes never leaving the menu.

"Get what you want, baby," Jisung encourages you and you half smile at your sweet boyfriend, still a bit sully that you didn’t get the dragon, before going on to list quite a few things off the menu. Jisung laughs and leans towards the man in the stand.

"And a corndog and a water bottle for me," he adds on, reaching for his wallet again and the man laughs, obviously amused by your huge appetite.

"Happy wife, happy life," he jokes and Jisung nods at him, agreeing. To which you elbow him gently as he pays the man.

"You don't want to see her when she isn't happy. You ever seen Hulk?" he jokes with him and he laughs, handing him back his change.

"It's always the cute ones you have to look at for! Your order will be out in one moment!" he exclaims and Jisung nods, turning to face you.

"Go find a seat, I need to go pee," he kisses you on the temple and you nod, going and sitting at one of the tables that was set up only a few feet away. You hop on your phone while you wait for your boyfriend to return, going through some pictures he had taken of you earlier. You feel a bit bummed out by the fact you didn’t get the dragon and the pictures all seemed bad since you weren’t in a great mood.

"Wow y/n. You are so pretty," you hear Jisung before you see him. He was using a strange voice and you turn around to be met face to face with the giant dragon from the stand earlier.

"Oh my gosh, Jisung! Did you just win this!" you exclaim, grabbing it from his hands and he laughs.

"If by win, you mean paying the guy an arm and a leg for it, then yes I did win," he chuckles and you hug the dragon to your chest, taking a step closer to Jisung. You let the dragon be the only space between the two of you as you lean in, pressing your lips to his.

"You're the best. You know that right?" you question and he nods, pulling away when your order number is called out.

"Happy wife, happy life," he yells out to you as he walks up to the stand to get your food.

Felix:

"Oh my gosh, y/n!" you hear a loud voice, not coming from your boyfriend, yell through the house. Your eyebrows drop in confusion since you were only expecting Felix to come over today.

"Innie?" You question, making your way towards the foyer. He walks towards your dining room table and plops down a few handfuls of bags.

"You have Felix wrapped right around your finger, y'know?" he questions, holding his pointer finger in the air while he plops down in your dining room chair. You let your eyes graze over every bag on the table before the subject that was just brought up makes you realize you haven’t seen Felix.

"Where is he? And when did you learn the code to my house?" you reply and sit across from Jeongin, barely able to see him over the five or six bags that he had sat down on the table.

"I didn't, Felix put it in then went to get his own bags out of the car. These,” he pauses, motioning to the bags on the table, “are all for you," he blinks at you, eyebrows raised. You laugh and look around at the bags.

Felix excels in everything he does, especially when it comes to loving you. Gift giving has become his favorite when it comes to you for some reason. He just always feels the need to make sure you have everything you could possibly need or want.

You glance at each of the bags until your eyes fall to one that had been hidden behind a Sephora bag. It was a small blue Tiffany and Co. bag and you can't resist the urge to rip it open.

"Baby?" you hear Felix's voice right before you start to take the tissue out the bag. He rounds the corner and sees you before you can reply, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Don't let me stop you! Open it," he insists and sits the bags in his own hands down by the doorway. You grin and start pulling everything out of the bag until you come across a box inside. You pop it open quickly.

Inside is the small "Please Return To Tiffany Co." heart necklace and you smile, running your finger tips over it. You had been wanting this necklace and silently pining in your phone browser over it.

"Is it the right one?" Felix asks and comes up behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders. You look up at him and hand him the necklace.

"Can you put it on me?" You ask and he immediately nods, taking the necklace from you.

"How did you even know I wanted this?" You asks, giddy in your seat at the new necklace. He clasps it behind your neck and lets his hands run down your shoulders, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head.

"You left the browser on your phone open the other day. When I got on it, it was the first thing I saw," he replies and you turn your head to connect your lips with your boyfriend's.

"I'm sick. I have to go anywhere else but here," Jeongin speaks up, you had honestly forgotten he was there and you let out a laugh as he gets up and makes his way towards your living room.

Seungmin:

"You're cute," you say quietly and walk into the room. you could see your boyfriend, Seungmin, from his spot but you didn't see his friend sitting a few feet away.

Seungmin had his eyebrows furrowed and his tongue poking out of his lips in concentration.

"Gross," you hear Jeongin mumble under his breath. You chuckle and walk in the room, laying eyes of Jeongin, and sit next to Seungmin, watching a video on his phone.

You lean over, trying to look at what he is so focused on but you can’t. You tap him on the shoulder and he takes his headphone out to hear you.

"Watcha watching?" you ask and he turns the phone towards you, but not before disconnecting his headphones. On his phone is a video review of the new Hermès Birkin bag that a Hermès representative had posted. The bag hadn’t even been officially released yet but it was so pretty. It was a big bag and it drew your attention because it looked so well made.

"Oh! Is that the bag I have been looking at?" You question and grab the phone from his hand, rewinding the two minutes he had already watched. He lets you have his phone and turns towards Jeongin, knowing that you would become completely invested in the video, probably muting out whatever else was going on in the room.

"You just let her do whatever she wants, don't you?" Jeongin jokes at his friend, who shrugs in response.

“She deserves the world,” he says, nonchalantly. This statement throws his friend off because he doesn’t often get soft around him, even when talking about you. He offers him a soft smile then glances over at you.

You had pulled your feet up onto the couch, cozying under the blanket that Seungmin had been under. Seungmin unfolds the blanket and lets it rest over you a bit more comfortably, careful not to obstruct the screen of his phone or distract you.

"What kind of bag, Y/n?" Jeongin's voice speaks up, capturing your attention. You had been completely engrossed in the review.

"Oh, it's the new Hermès Birkin. It hasn't come out yet. I don’t even know if you can preorder it yet,” you say quietly and continue watching the video.

"Yeah the preorder line was insane," Seungmin nods in agreement and Jeongin's eyes open wider, his jaw falling open.

"You bought it?" He exclaims and Seungmin nods.

"Yeah. It's almost her birthday," Seungmin shrugs and Jeongin laughs again.

"Yeah. In six months. How much even is that bag? Like 20,000?" he questions, falling back into his chair.

"It was 40,000," Seungmin laughs when Jeongin sits up abruptly. The video ends and you are aware of the conversation going on again.

"Dude, you are so down bad. She's spoiled rotten," Jeongin laughs out and you shake your head.

"No-"

"Oh shut up, Jeongin. You're just jealous," Seungmin intterupts you, "Let's just start the movie," he grumbles, now annoyed that someone found out just how much he loves to spoil you.

I.N:

Jeongin is used to being the one getting spoiled. Being the youngest in the group comes with its perks and he got used to always being the one being taken care of. Until he met you.

Whenever he is around you, he feels like he needs to be the one taking care of you, instead. He refuses to let you do practically anything. If he had it his way, he wouldn't even have you working.

"Innie, let me pay. You always pay!" You complain but he taps his phone against the card reader before you can even get your wallet out.

"What kind of a boyfriend would I be if I let you pay for anything?" he asks, signing the screen and turning towards you, "Besides you paid last time," he shrugs and walks to the end of the counter.

"Buying a 25¢ gum ball from a gum ball machine doesn't count!" you object and cross your arms over your chest. He wraps a hand around your wrist, uncrossing your arms, and pulling you into his body, making you wrap your arms around him.

"Shh. Let me keep taking care of you," he insists and you tighten your grip around his waist, letting your head fall back to look at him.

"You always spoil me. Buying me food every where and always getting me gifts," you speak quietly and Jeongin releases his grip on your wrists, bringing his fingers up to brush stray hairs from your face. You smile at the sweet gesture.

"Mhm. Princess treatment," he smiles at you and roll your eyes. He presses a kiss to your forehead and you let go of him when your name is called for your drinks.

"Speaking of gifts," Jeongin speaks up as you sit down at a table by the window. You chuckle, already knowing where he is going with this.

"What did you get me?" you grin at him. You always object when he gets you things because you get a bit of a guilty conscience. You feel like you never get the chance to spoil him back but he really doesn't mind.

Although you object, you can't help getting giddy when he mentions getting you gifts.

"I got you those shoes you have been wanting! I joined a list so they would text me when they restocked. They'll be here Thursday," he says and smiles at you over his cup of coffee.

"Innie! You're seriously the sweetest. I have a love hate relationship with your spoiling habits," you grin at him and shake your head. He laughs and reaches across the table, grabbing your hand.

"Just appreciate me, dear," he replies sarcastically, letting his thumb run across the rings in your hand, most of which he bought for you or are his, before bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing it.

"I feel like I live in a fairytale," you say quietly when he removes his lips from your hand, looking over at you

"Am I Prince Charming?" he asks, bringing his other hand up to hold yours in both of his. You let out a chuckle at his question.

"You might be more like the animal side kick," you joke and he drops your hands, trying his best to hold back a smile. You let a fake pout fall on your lips.

"I want to keep holding hands," you whine and he laughs, quickly taking your hand back in his.

"How can I be fake mad when your fake pout is so cute?" he asks and brings your hand up, giving it another kiss.

[flipidifloppody]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 & 𝐦𝐞 / 𝐜.𝐬

summary: you and chris where best friends and he was invited to a party and since matt and nick don't do that stuff he invited me.

blue- chris

pink- y/n

warnings‼️: smuttt, drugs, alcohol etc idek

i felt a vibration on my vanity and looked over to see a message from chris

'i'm outside hurry'

i quickly turned off my phone and put on my lipliner followed by my lipgloss, i smudged it together and put my black converse. i took a quick look in the mirror and grabbed my clutch bag off the side.

i was wearing a black tube top and a black mini skirt which hugged my curves perfectly. I basically ran out of the door and saw chris out the corner of my eye sitting in his black bmw. i walked over to him

"hey" i said lowly

"hey ma, you ready?"

i nod at his question and sat down in the passenger seat , i flipped the mirror and put some more lipgloss on.

"you look nice" he said looking down at my bare thighs with jealousy in his eyes

"what's up?"

"you really gonna go out wearing that?" he said with furrowed eyebrows

"you got a problem?"

"your gonna get a lot of attention"

"okay and it's not like we're together or anything"

he just scoffs and puts the car in reverse driving out of my driveway. the car ride was mostly silent until we got to the party.

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i walked into the house that the party was thrown in and got the strongest sent of codeine and other drugs. i looked over chris who was already pouring himself a shot of hennessy. he handed me a glass and we both took it

after a couple of shots i was already quite tipsy and i'm pretty sure chris was drunk because he basically had the full bottle. he grabbed my arm and dragged me over to the table what had plenty of drugs piled on it. he handed me a pill of codeine and a shot of vodka to wash it down. i immediately took it from his hand and threw it down my throat.

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i walked into an empty room with chris as he dragged me in by my arms guiding me by my waist. he threw me on the bed.

"really thought you were gonna get away dressing like that huh? thought you could dress like a slut? well what about i treat you like that hm?"

i nod in disbelief as i was in complete shock and get up and support myself with my shoulders only to be pushed back down by chris.

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"shit-" he managed to splutter as he was thrusting in and out of me at a rapid paste. i gripped into the pillow behind me and squeezed my eyes shot my mouth agape.

low whimpers and moans where echoeing through the room and maybe even outside of it. as my orgasm was close i felt him pull out of me, i looked up at him and shot him a dirty look. he just laughed

"hold your horses ma i'm not fineshed"

i rolled my eyes at his statement as he snaked his rn under my back and flipped me around to be on my knees. my head buried in the pillow

"now you can make as much noise as you want" he said proudly before lining up to me again. grunting as that usual feeling of my velvet walls around him.

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"fuck.. i'm close chris" i managed to spit out through all the moans spilling from my mouth

"same baby are you on the pill?"

i nod

"good because i wasn't planning on pulling out"

i smirk and start grabbing onto the pillow as hard as i could, almost leaving nail marks in them

"you feel so good around me"

as those words left chris' mouth i completely let go of that knot that was building up in my stomach and released all around his cock.

he threw his head back in pleasure and released his load inside of me not letting a single drop fall out as when he pulled out he stuck two fingers inside of me causing me to scream out. he put his free hand over my face.

"don't wanna let it go to waste huh?"

he started to go in and out slowly teasing me as i felt that same knot build up in my stomach again. creeping up slowly , i arched my back up of the bed and threw my head back into the pillow. i grabbed a handful of his hair to try and pull his face closer to my heat. which worked , he stuck his tongue out and started licking and sucking on my already sensitive clit.

i tug and pull on his brown locks making him groan leaving vibrations down me shivering my spine

"mm i'm almost there"

"you can wait"

i lift my head up in shock as he said that

"n..no i can't chris"

he just pushed my head back down on the pillow "you can do it when i tell you to"

i groaned as it started building up to my second orgasm of the night . i hated the feeling of not being able to .

"please chris"

"fine"

with those words i completely let out all over his fingers and his face leaving a glossy coat on his top and bottom lips. which he licked clean

"was that okay not to rough?"

"that was perfect chris"

he leaned in to kiss me as i kiss him back passionately.

with that he broke the kiss and said

"guess we're more then friends then hm?"

i just laughed at his statement rolling my eyes the smell of alcohol in his breath still strong

"maybe"

(sorry it's so short i literally ran out of ideas but i will make more fics and they will be longer i promise, well i'll try but like yeah whatever)

@hoesformatt @sturnsfav @strawberrysturniolo @lovingmattysposts @lovingchrissposts @plasticferal @sturniccz @sturnioloslurps @sturniololoverr

[prettyyktskii]

𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄

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TW/CW :: brief mention of denki x reader, swearing, angst, mention of alcohol, mention of nsfw, nsfw, acting like stuck up lil bitches lmao, rough, degradation, oral ( receiving), choking

this is another one from one of my wattpad books, so proceed with caution and know that this is a SPOILER! i am also open to requests tho :)

NSFW UNDER THE CUT.

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i groan, tumbling out of bed and putting my hair up lazily. my head is throbbing from the alcohol i had consumed the night before, and i can barely stand because- well, you know.

the smell of breakfast cooking lightens my mood a bit and i remind myself to thank momo. i guess she had let more than myself sleep here.

i can feel eyes staring holes into me as my shaky legs slowly wobble me down the stairs and into the kitchen, all the while still wearing denki's shirt.

i lift my gaze from the floor to see a familiar pair of red eyes shooting daggers at me. wow, i didn't realize bakugou was even there last night.

i spot denki sitting at the island in the middle of the room with no shirt, not helping the situation at all. sure, it was kind of on me for taking his shirt, but he offered!

no words are spoken as i sit down on one of the stools, waiting for the food to be plated. i decide to break the tension. "thanks, momo. you didn't have to let us all crash here."

momo turns to smile at me for a moment, "no worries!" she's quick to continue her task of plating the food for everybody. "looks like you needed it." she winks at me and my face flushes.

okay, so that basically meant everyone could tell that something happened with me and denki last night. oh god.

holy shit, i feel even worse now about doing that is someone else's house. what was i thinking?

whatever. hah, it was worth it.

"don't worry about it, y/n!" mina chirps after seeing the look on my face. "at least you didn't do it while the whole house was trying to sleep, right?" she adds with a wink.

my face flushes in embarrassment as momo places a plate in front of me. i don't give myself time to thank her as i quickly shovel a bite of food in my mouth, hoping to somehow hide my flustered state.

a loud bang is heard causing me to almost choke, turning my head with the rest of the group to see bakugou with his fists on the counter. he looks panicked for a brief moment before gathering himself, spitting out. "are you gonna give me my damn food?!"

what the hell was that?

i scoff at his behavior, scarfing down my food so i don't have to be a part of this damn conversation any more.

i get up to place my dish in the sink, mumbling to kaminari as i pass him. "denki, could you please drive me back to the dorms?"

he nods with a small smile, about to say something as he's rudely interrupted by everyone yelling out in unison,

"i heard that!"

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i'm laying down in my dorm, denki only having dropped me off about ten minutes ago. aw damn, i was still wearing his shirt. oh well.

i sigh, leaning back into my pillows, letting my body relax. it seems to have been a while since i've actually been able to relax. since it was saturday, i might as well just rest. god, i guess this ended up working perfectly. i smile lightly.

just then there's a loud knock on my door and i groan out. "damn it." my legs stretch off of my bed, making their way to the door slowly. i swear to god if it's just denki asking for his fucking shirt back-

i cut my own thoughts off as i open the door. in a matter of seconds i've been shoved out of the way, the door slamming behind the two of us. "dumbass." bakugou grumbles as he strides further into the room. "you slept with dunce face?"

and there it goes, my face turns bright red again, but i quickly collect myself. "don't call me a dumbass," i scold him. "and it's none of your damn business!"

"i'll call you whatever the fuck i want!" bakugou shouts at me, clearly not giving two shits about my opinion. "just answer the damn question!"

i roll my eyes. "no, dumbass!"

"don't call me a dumbass!" he yells angrily. god. fucking hypocrite.

"so you can call me a dumbass, but when i say it you're gonna get all pissy?" i scoff at his immaturity.

he grips at his hair, wishing he could just rip it all out. he was getting more and more ticked off as the time went by, but i didn't give a fuck. he lived to make me frustrated, so i guess it was just karma. "just tell me if you fucking slept with him!" he orders, little sparks flying out of his hands almost as a threat.

i groan in irritation, fed up with him. "okay, fucking fine! yes, i slept with him, damn it!" throwing my hands into the air, the room goes quiet for just a moment, my head feeling relief.

"fucking dumbass," he growls, breaking the silence. "why the hell would you do that?"

i laugh at him sarcastically, feeling like i'm losing my mind. "oh, i don't know- maybe because i fucking wanted to?!"

"what? so you're a whore now?"

i look at him in shock. what the fuck is wrong with him? does he even think before he speaks? "excuse me?"

he's completely unfazed by my words obviously, taking a step forward. "clearly you're just sleeping with any guy now, right? such a whore."

my face contorts into a look i can't even place myself, looking at bakugou with disbelief in my eyes. he just laughs, taking another step towards me. "never even fucked me." he scoffs. "what? you like denki more than me now?"

i feel my confidence draining quickly, but fight a response anyway. "yes. you're an asshole."

my words only flare his anger up more, taking one final step right up to me. he grips onto the back of neck harshly, closing the gap between us and kissing me roughly. i can't help but kiss back, god, as much as i didn't want to.

was i really going to give in that easily? was i really just gonna let it slide, after weeks of him being a complete jerk to me? just because it's what the thing in between my legs wanted? god, maybe i am a whore.

he roughly pushes me onto the bed, following suit. "i'm really pissed off you let dunce face fuck you before i did." he snaps, tugging my underwear off quickly.

"i can have sex with whoever i want." i bite back.

"bullshit," he growls, "take his fucking shirt off. can't believe you're still wearing it."

i roll my eyes, reluctantly pulling the shirt over my head. something is immediately thrown into my lap and i look up, seeing that now bakugou had no shirt. i then look to my lap, bakugou's shirt. "tsch, dumbass." i mumble, throwing the shirt on anyway.

"the fuck did i say about calling me dumbass?" i can tell he's not actually that mad about it, but i scoff and roll my eyes anyway. i don't know if i've ever been more irritated.

i'm about to retort when he suddenly presses his tongue flat against my clit, making me gasp in shock. the sudden jolt of pleasure making my hips buck, though bakugou places his arm over my hips, holding me in place. he chuckles lightly at my reaction, the vibrations making my eyes roll back. "bakugou, i-"

"shut up." the sound of his voice sends vibrations through me again, making me whine in protest. i just want him to fucking touch me, and he won't even let me speak.

yea, no. fuck that. "how-"

i start to speak again when his tongue presses against my entrance without warning. he's quickly lapping up by wetness, his tongue flicking my clit rather aggressively, ripping a moan out of me. "i said shut up."

he then pulls away from me, confusing the hell out of me. "what the fuck was that for?" i groan in frustration.

he just smirks at me, almost laughing a little. "you didn't actually think i was going to let you cum like that? especially after what you did." he's pulling his belt off while he speaks.

seriously? what a fucking tease. why the hell would he do that?

i can't help but pick up on the words 'especially after what you did.' i guess denki was right. he was pretty pissed off about it. i can't fight back the small smile playing on my lips as the words come out of my mouth. "you know, denki said you'd be pissed- but i didn't believe him."

bakugou scoffs, fully aware i'm just trying to piss him off. "you're really gonna keep talking about that fucking extra?" he snaps, pressing his crotch onto mine, making me let out a gasp.

i try to wriggle around, desperate for him to just go inside of me, but he just raises his body slightly from it's previous position. "you're not that fucking desperate, are you?" he smirks at me.

god, no. of course not! i'm mad at him, right? he's been a bitch to me for weeks! why was i doing this? i'm not desperate, right? i can't believe i'me letting this happen. what am i thinking?

bakugou uses my silent moment of thinking against me, pushing in all at once as i'm distracted, causing me to let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a yelp. "ah- what the hell?!" i groan.

he begins to pound into me, wasting no time to fuck me mercilessly. my head feels like it's spinning as i cry out, eyes shutting tightly. not a moment later there's a hand wrapped around my throat, my eyes shooting open. "open your eyes damn it." he grunts out, and i try to force my eyes not to squeeze shut.

he groans, fucking me deeper and making me moan out. his free hand threads in my hair, his elbow supporting his weight on the bed as he attacks my lips with his own. the angle he thrusts into me makes me let out a moan, his tongue slipping into my mouth.

he disconnects us when he feels me clench around him. "gonna cum already? slut." he laughs a little when i let out a whine at his words, a similar sound coming from him moments later.

his hands lift from their previous positions, grabbing onto my thighs as my legs instinctively begin to try to close. "god, s-shut up." i breathe, not really wanting him to but feeling the need to retaliate.

he scoffs at me, his hand moving slightly to rub my clit as quickly as he can. tears prick at the corner of my eyes at the overwhelming feeling, and i can feel myself chi clench around him again. he lets out a groan at this. "ah- that's it, cum for me."

i feel myself release, his harsh thrusts stopping as he cums inside me, the fingers on my clit still moving lightly until he finishes with a grunt, pulling out of me carefully.

"asshole." i mumble out as he rolls over next to me, while i turn over onto my side, body shaking slightly.

"really?" he scoffs, though his arm snakes it's way around my waist as he also turns over. my face flushes a little at this, both of now in silence as we breathe heavily.

my eyes flutter closed, drifting off into a surprisingly peaceful slumber. though, i can't help but wonder.

why?

[sandcobangevent]

Don't Go Chasing Booty Calls

by audraeciouslyme and @4thelneyj0nes

“John. Don’t.”

“Yeah, I know…But it could be something important. What if…if she’s hurt, or stuck in a well or something?”

“Stuck in a well?”

“Well, obviously not stuck in an actual well. It’s a, you know what nevermind….” John started at the phone lit up on the table between the trio. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help himself. He picked up the phone and read the text.

Hiya

“So, what does it say?” Mariana couldn’t resist the urge to lean into John’s space as Sherlock did the same to read over his shoulders.

“Hiya? That’s all she wrote? And you were engaged to this woman?” Sherlock scoffed.

“That is definitely a booty call, John.” Mariana smiled around the edge her cider glass before taking a sip.

“What? How- how can you tell? It’s one word.” John couldn’t believe that they were actually having this conversation. Debating the suggestiveness of the word “hiya”.

“One word at half eleven. Agreed, Mrs Hudson. Definitely a booty call.”

“Wh- You know what a booty callis?” John couldn’t hide his surprise from his friend.

“Of course I know what a booty call is.”

“So…. are you going to respond to the booty call?” Mariana proded, a hint of encouragement hidden somewhere in her tone.

“Look, could we all stop calling it a booty call?” John’s voice carried across the pub, causing people to turn towards him in admonishment. Leaving John to wish he could crawl into his glass and drown of embarrassment.

“Its been years, mate. Years. Why would she,” John lowered his voice hardly above a whisper “Booty call me, now?”

“Didn’t you say that she was getting married soon?” Mariana asked.

“Yeah, uh, next weekend. What’s that…You think she’s getting cold feet or something?”

“Not necessarily.” Mariana snatched the phone out of John’s hands before he had a chance to think. “But we should find out. As a detective agency.”

“Mari- This-This is bullying. Don’t typ-What are you typing? Sherlock, why is she typing-Oh God, you sent it. What did you just send?” John’s face turned puce at the sound of the *woosh* from a message being sent. When it was almost immediatly followed by a reply ping, his ears perked up, suddenly more interested in the conversation that was apparently insuing.

“Ohhhh…” Mariana chuckled, reading the reply before showing the phone to Sherlock whose lip quirked into the slightest grin.

“Right, can I have my property back now? That is actually stealing. Stealing and bullying.”

Mariana ignored John’s plight, typing a response with Sherlock nodding next to her. John, for all his protesting, relinquished his fate to his friends, slowly collapsing until his forehead hit the table with a dull thud.

“Oh, She’s very pretty, John.” Mariana quirked an eyebrow at whatever had just been sent in reply to ‘John’s’ message. “Does she have a proclivity for Spanish women?”

“Ah, no.” Came John’s muffled response, his face smushed against the lacquered surface. “Apparently just tall, rougish footballers.”

“I don’t believe it is just tall, rougish footballers.” Sherlock said, watching Mariana engage in a quick bit of banter with the woman on the other side of the mobile. “She must have found something appealing about you, to have accepted your proposal, no matter how brief the engagement might have been. Ask her what that was, Mrs Hudson.”

“Thanks mate…’she clearly likes non-tall, rougish men. Look at you’, WAIT- Ask her what?!” John shot back up, rubbing the red mark on his forehead. “No, don’t you really don’t have to ask her that.”

“Why not? It is a perfectly valid question, especially given the circumstances.” Sherlock countered, pleased when Mariana had sent the question.

“She’s gone silent. There are no dancing bubbles.” Mariana pouted slightly.

“No, there. Look.” Sherlock nodded back to the phone as the bubbles bounced in response. “You made her think.”

“Christ, where is an exploding door when I need one?” John muttered, draining the last bits of his Guinness. “My round.” He stood, backing away from the table.

“It’s my rou-” Mariana started but was cut off by John.

“Just- let me leave the table, that way I can have feasible deniability about anything that happens here.” He gestured between the pair, conniving between his phone. “You’re a bloody menace.”

“Which one?” Mariana teased, laughing at John.

“Both. the both of you.” John shook his head, abandoning his mobile and his friends, leaving them to their own devices. Or to his devices, as it were.

There was no why that she was sending him a message beyond catching up. However, the idea tickled the back of his mind. What if it *was* a booty call? What would he do? Clearly he wouldn’t. That would be…Dumb…But it had been…years, as proved by the expired lucky condom….What was he thinking? Of course, he wouldn’t respond. If that’s even what it was. Which it wasn’t. People like John Hamish Watson didn’t get booty calls. Not from their ex-fiance, a week before her wedding….

Balancing the 3 drinks, John returned to the table, only to be met with the dark-haired crowns of Sherlock and Mariana’s heads as they huddled around his phone.

“Excuse me, Puck, Loki,” John cleared his throat to get their attention, setting the glasses down.

“John, is it true that you,” Sherlock squinted to read the text on the phone, affecting a slightly higher speech pattern, “Did a little dance anytime she was sad?”

“That’s so cute. Why have neither of us gotten a cheer-up dance?” Mariana pouted when she noticed John’s expression shift to shock at being found out.

“Right. That’s enough of this.” John snatched his phone back from its captors, scrolling up through the dozens of messages that had gone back and forth between ‘him’ and her.

Reading through the messages, one thing was crystal clear, and he hated that Sherlock and Mariana were right about it.

“Yeah, it's definitely a booty call.” John hung his head, defeated.

[can-youimagine]

Season of Scandal (Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)

Summary: There are few people you hate more in life than Benedict Bridgerton, unfortunately, it seems as though you'll have to get used to him

TW: Female reader, period typical misogyny, suggestive, enemies to lovers

Word Count: 2273

A/N: Let me know if you want a part 2!

Masterlist

Dearest Reader,

The start of a new season is always something to celebrate. Those of lower morals will be placing bets on who will marry whom. If this writer were a betting woman, she would wager that Mr. Benedict Bridgerton will end the season with yet another broken proposal, while Ms. (Y/N) (L/N) will finally take a caller. I have always bet on the long-shot, and Ms. (L/N) is no exception.

Yes, Reader, I can assure you that this season will indeed be something to watch. But, rest assured, I will be the first to inform you if you win or lose your wagers. 

~Lady Whistledown

“Oh, Benedict, have you seen the new Whistledown?” Eloise yells, bounding down the steps with the pamphlet in her hand.

“I take it you have,” he mumbles with an amused smile, “and I have no doubt you will tell me about it.”

Thrusting the paper in his face, she explains, “She wrote about you. It seems she, like the rest of us, believes that you will never be married.”

He shrugs. “It is not my fault Ms. Pierceton received a proposal from a man with a larger wallet.”

“How come when you have a marriage fall through, it is perfectly normal, but when it happens to me, I’m one step away from becoming a spinster!”

He half listens to her rant as he stares at his sketchbook. He hopes he appears rather unphased by the whole article, though that is far from the truth. He’s not bothered by being a bachelor. What he is bothered by is being mentioned in the same sentence as you, implying that he is just as unmarriable as you. His lack of marriage has nothing to do with his own faults, while yours is because you are so stuck up and overall unlikeable. He has had plenty of women wish to marry him. You have never had two dances with the same man.

You roll your eyes as you read the article. Of course, you would be deemed as unmarriable as that pompous fool. Every conversation you have attempted with the man has ended with a foot stomp and heel turn by one or both of you. 

Crumpling up the paper, you toss it as far from you as possible. Trying not to let the article affect you, you call your maid in to help you dress for the art show today. Your mother has not stopped talking about it, and Lord help you if you cause her to miss it just because you are upset about a gossip column. 

Your arm is linked with hers as you walk into the gallery. The building is full of people. Women try to spend enough of their husband’s money to prove their status, and artists are eager to help them. Your mother immediately spots a group of women she knows, leading both of you over to them. They drone on about the art and artists, as the topic changes to the upcoming social season, you excuse yourself to look at the art. There are very few things you would like to discuss less than the social season.

The building is open enough that you do not need a chaperone; your mother can see you from where she is, if she bothers to look for you. 

You focus on a painting of a building. The dark sky beautifully contrasts the warmness of the building. Light seems to pour out of it, drawing you in.

“You know,” the all too familiar voice of Benedict Bridgerton starts, “this is one of my favorites.”

The painting immediately turns sour for you. “I can’t imagine why.”

He smirks. “You must have a sixth sense.”

“What do you mean?”

He takes a step closer, almost too close to be appropriate, but not quite inappropriate. You can feel the heat radiating off of him. “You have never been able to compliment me, even when you do not know that I am the one who deserves it.”

“What are you saying, Mr. Bridgerton?”

“I am the artist of this painting.”

“No wonder it is so hideous,” you lie.

He chuckles. “Are you saying you have no interest in it?”

“I’m saying I have no interest in you or anything you create.” You move to leave, but it seems your mother has perfect timing and approaches the two of you before you have the chance.

“Oh, (Y/N), what a lovely painting! Don’t you agree, Mr. Bridgerton?”

He wears a stupidly smug grin as he answers, “Well, I would have to, Lady (L/N), I am quite familiar with the artist. I would say this is one of his best works.”

His grin only gets wider as your mother makes a deal to buy the painting and calls him “such a talented young man.” Your mother, like every other mother in the Ton had heard the news that Mr. Bridgerton was eligible for yet another season. She was not going to waste the opportunity to set you up with him. “I am so sorry to hear about your engagement, Mr. Bridgerton.”

He offers a strained laugh. “Thank you. Though, I imagine this might be a blessing in disguise.”

“Of course,” she agrees. “I’m sure you have a much better idea of what you want now. That is what (Y/N) says after turning down a proposal. She believes that each courtship has shown her what she would prefer. You would think by now someone would have met her standards,” she laughs.

He gives you a smirk before turning back to your mother. “That certainly is one way to look at it.”

She looks like she is going to embarrass you further, so you grab her arm, urging her home. She sighs. “I do hope you will be at Lady Danbury's ball tomorrow evening.”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” he promises. “Take care Lady (L/N).” As he leaves, your mother turns to you, giving you a glare that tells you you will behave yourself at the ball, or you will most definitely face the wrath of God.

Benedict would rather be anywhere else than here. He contemplates taking the carriage back to his house, letting the others figure their own ways back as penance for bringing him here in the first place, but the whining he would hear from Eliose would not be worth it. 

Your dress is so tight that you feel as though you can barely breathe. Your mother insisted that you get a new one. After all, one cannot wear a dress to multiple balls. You have to admit, it is a lovely dress. It is so lovely, in fact, that Benedict Bridgerton himself glances in your direction. At the moment, it seems like more of a punishment than a reward. 

Benedict watches you as you walk in, taken aback by you. The dress looks remarkable on you, he thinks. Though, he placates the thought by assuring himself that the dress is so lovely that it would make a horse look like a princess. It only makes you look like a duchess.

As the night continues, you find yourself becoming more and more fatigued. You need a moment to yourself. What you really need is to get out of this dress, but you know you will be stuck in this particular cage until the end of the night. Managing to sneak away from your mother for a moment, you head into the garden. The cool air does wonders to distract you from your evening.

“Of course,” a voice groans. Of course, he is here. Where else would Benedict Bridgerton be than the last place you want him?

“I am not here for you,” you say, leaning against the side of the building. The dress is certainly taking its toll on you. You slide down, the rough exterior of the building creating tears in your dress.

He drones on about something, no doubt a quip about your improperness, but you can’t focus on him. 

“Ms. (L/N)?” he calls. You feel his arms around you, and you slump against him. “Ms. (L/N)?” You want to answer. You want to tell him to get off of you, but you don’t have the strength. His hand slides under your corset. You want to scream, but the relief is too good. He loosens the ties just enough to all you need to breathe again.

Leaning against Mr. Bridgerton, you start to catch your breath. His hand is still on your back, though now it is keeping your dress in place. “Ms. (L/N), are you alright?”

“I think so.” You look up at him. His eyes are not cold and cruel as they normally are when he looks at you. Instead, they’re filled with concern. Your heart swells with the knowledge that that concern is for you.

“I’m sorry,” he stammers out. “I didn’t mean to take-my sisters always complain they can’t breathe in their dresses. At her first ball, Francesca almost-and I didn’t want you to-”

You give him a soft smile. “Thank you. It’s just what I needed.”

“Are you okay? Can I?” He gestures vaguely at your dress.

“Please, just a little looser.”

Nodding, he gets to work. His fingers shake as he starts to relace your corset. He’s not sure what happened to him. No one wants to see someone pass out, but Benedict thinks, a normal person would have called your mother over to help you rather than undress you in public. 

“Thank you,” you whisper.

Dearest Reader,

Well, well, well. I know that you expect to hear all about the latest scandals from me, but it appears that not even I know what truly happened at the Danbry ball last night. It appears that there is a rumor of some rather improper conduct between some of our favorites. I dare not publish their names and cause more trouble than just this rumor will.

I promise you, Reader, that once we have more than a rumor, I will be the first to tell you all about it

~Lady Whistledown

Benedict’s heart beats through his chest. No one should have seen you, and if they had, surely they would have realized that nothing had happened.

“Oh, who do you think it is?” Eliose asks. “What do you think happened? Did you see anything?”

“Do you have nothing better to do?” he snaps.

She shrinks before leaving the room. If he weren’t so preoccupied, he would have apologized or at least felt bad. He knows what he has to do. He’s never hated being a gentleman more.

“(Y/N),” your mother calls. “You have a caller.”

You panic. You were stressed enough about the Whistledown article, and now you have to act like a person in front of someone you barely know as you try to figure out a way out of this. Walking down the stairs feels like a death march, and when you see who’s waiting for you.

“Mr. Bridgerton,” you greet.

He smiles, uttering a quick an awkward greeting. It seems as if he knows what needs to be done and is just as much a fan of it as you are. He puts on a nice show, winning your mother over, who will no doubt tell your father all about the wonderful man who wants to marry you and how you seem more than excited for his proposal. You have to be. What choice do you have?

“Thank you for a lovely afternoon, Lady (L/N), Ms. (L/N),” Mr. Bridgerton says, “but I’m afraid I must be going.” 

“Oh, of course,” your mother gushes. “It was absolutely lovely to see you. I hope we will see you this weekend.” 

“Actually, I had hoped to invite you to the ball at Aubrey Hall,” he explains. “I know it is quite a journey, but I hope it will be well worth it.”

Your mother eagerly accepts, completely forgetting about the Waterson ball. The next week is a blur of dresses and visits from Mr. Bridgerton in preparation for the ball. Luckily, Lady Whistledown has not published another article about the Danbry ball. That doesn’t fill you with much comfort. If anyone says anything at the ball, you’ll be trapped with your shame. God, you wish the entire season could just be over.

When you get to Aubrey Hall, the place is so full of people that no one notices you and Benedict sneaking away.

“I’m sorry, about all of this,” he says as soon as the door closes. “My personal feelings about you aside, I would never want to tarnish your name, and I intend to make it right. You will end this season with a proposal.”

“I don’t want a proposal!” you exclaim. “I don’t want to marry you!”

Before he can compose himself, his face falls. He hadn’t really wanted to marry you. Why would he? But, if he didn’t want to marry you, why is he so upset? “I am doing this for you! I cannot be responsible for ruining you.”

“If you’re going to ruin me, then do it.” Your eyes are dark, jaw clenched. He doesn’t know what comes over him as he grabs your arm, pulling you into him.

“Don’t tempt me.”

Your voice grows soft. “Ruin me, Benedict.”

He swallows, cursing himself as he finds some composure. “I am going to ask you to marry me by the end of the week. I am going to marry you by the end of the season, and then, I am going to ruin you, before anyone else has the chance.”

[xhdream]

MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny/anything you want ^ㅇ(๑>◡<๑)ㅇ^ "

a/n: this is sooooo cute!!!!! thank you for sending it in <3

bee and oh seungmin - friends to lovers

♡ @xhfics

they would meet through a mutual friend and with time they’d begin to slowly develop a really special bond over many shared interests, passions and their lovely silly friend group. they’d have multiple moments where they would finish each other’s sentences and giggle like “wow, we’re the same person!” and their friends would only grin at each other cause they already know exactly what’s happening. both of them value friendship a lot so when one day they realise they have more special feelings towards each other they’d be cautious about it, however, once seungmin confesses to her, that would be the best day in both of their lives and suddenly everything would make perfect sense.

eli and junhan - college au w/ slow burn

♡ @elllisaaa

their story would feel like a best selling young adult novel with a prettily illustrated cover. eli studies literature, he’s an art major and fate brings them together when they’re both doing their own thing in the library, but one of them runs out of pens. the truth is both of them have secretly already observed the other because of their regular study sessions, but they didn’t have enough courage to go up and introduce themselves because “they look too cool…”. it wouldn’t take them long to get to know each other and soon enough they’d start meeting in the near coffee shop sharing about their lives outside of uni too. junhan would be smitten with eli’s beauty and artistic personality, she’d quickly turn into his muse!

ki and hendery - love at first sight

♡ @teasteeper

hendery would turn so animated when he meets ki for the very first time - in the best way possible! he’d be so enchanted by her beauty, her lovely personality, there’s no way he wouldn’t fall for her after he starts a conversation with her while they wait in line somewhere (he’d let her go before him). he’d confidently ask for her number and a few days later he’d ask her out on a date. he’d want to do it immediately the next day, but he’d prefer to not look like a weirdo and blow his shot. literally everyone around him will know he’s in love, because he’d be all smiles and heart eyes, but if someone asks him about it, for a while he’d be really secretive, cause he’d think it’s too good to be true. but little does he know ki is head over heels too!

bunny and beomgyu - soulmates

♡ @lunicho

they would literally meet in a way that you think would happen only in the movies. a silly accident where one of them bumps into the other and immediately falls to the ground to pick up all their stuff with multiple awkward sorry mumbles, or they get stuck in an elevator (hopefully none of them fear elevators lol), or their orders at the coffee shop get switched or something like that… but actually that was just fate doing their job cause they’re meant for each other. they both have an immaculate talent of storytelling so every time they’re with friends everyone would love listening to them talk about their experiences, but especially about the cute story of how they met that never becomes boring!

dee and jeongin - neighbours au

♡ @jeongin-lvr

they’d keep meeting in the elevator, at the front door and the grocery store across the street and every time it would get harder and harder to separate. their conversations would flow perfectly and they would not realise how time flies when they stay in the middle of the hallway, keys in hand, talking on and on about different things. till one day jeongin realises he wants to spend more time with dee and asks if she wants to come over so they can watch the movie they talked about the previous week while he cooks something delicious. of course, he ends up paying more attention to dee than the actual plot of the film.

lili and park jisung - forced proximity

♡ @kgyam4

they’d have to work together on something which will result from them just knowing each other’s faces and names because of a mutual friend, to them suddenly feeling like they’ve known each other their whole lives. maybe they were left alone with the task to pick a movie in the living room while their friends are preparing drinks and popcorn in the kitchen. they wouldn’t know when and how but from discussing different titles suddenly they’re sharing random stories about their lives and what first expressions they had of each other which makes jisung a bit flustered but more than that - intrigued and attracted to lili. he’d hope next time they see each other to be left alone with her again.

julia and theo - coworkers w/ a bet

♡ @sunnyyangie

they’d be each other’s favourite colleagues and they wouldn’t hide it - not from one another nor from the rest of the company. what they would hide is their attraction though (sometimes very poorly), until randomly out of boredom during their breaks they bet on something that would force them to communicate even more with each other, even outside of work hours. they’d have so much fun competing with each other, and when the bet is over they’d be looking for excuses to start a new challenge until taeyang decides to just shoot his shot cause julia looks just as whipped as him!

[cardierreh15]

Post Human

Hey yall 🫣☺️

***I do not give anyone permission to copy or repost my work!!!

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Mentions Of Parental Loss , Violence , Gore , Other than That— Great Conversation between the two 🥰

Pairing: August Walker x Roslyn (Black!Female Oc)

Description: Roslyn gets caught up with training August on becoming a Herding Master.

Word Count: 4.1K

Song: Pretty Places by Aly & AJ

Taglist: @drewharrisonwriter @kingliam2019 @imaslutforcuddles @headcannonxgalore

II

Knock, Knock.

The sudden knocking caused Roslyn’s head to pop up tiredly. She snapped her head over to see if Ellie was here but her bed was perfectly made. Clear evidence that she hadn’t even been there the previous night.

Rolling her eyes, she grumbled tired gibberish and rubbed her face. The knock returned.

‘Ugh! I’m coming, I’m coming damn.’

She shoved the comforter off of her lap and stumbled her way out of bed before dragging herself tiredly to the door.

‘Goddammit, Ellie! I ain’t gone keep—‘

Roslyn pulled the door open to see Maria standing there with her arms folded across her chest with an eyebrow raised.

‘Maria!’ She said surprised as she quickly looked back and stepped down to shut the door behind her. Now she would have to make up a quick lie to save her sister’s ass. ‘I didn’t know you were… making house calls today!’

‘Right…’ Maria said as she stepped back and placed her hands on her hips, ‘Ellie in there?’ She asked, jerking her head towards the door.

Roslyn looked back once again, ‘Y-yeah! She’s sleeping. Y’know— us girls gotta get our beauty rest!’ She gave Maria a gentle punch on the arm as she tried to keep up this facade. If Ellie wasn’t here, she knew exactly where she was and she wasn’t going to sell her out like that.

‘Hmm. Whatever, look. I don’t care if she’s not here. I’ll just simply give you the job.’ She shrugged.

Ros raised a brow, her face instantly hardening. ‘Job? What job?’

‘Oh. It’s nothing you can’t handle! I’m gonna have you riding with August today.’

It had been about 2 weeks since the boys arrived and from what Ros gathered, they were pretty level headed and respectful. They did any and everything Tommy and Maria told them to do. They were almost like the kids they never had!

Even with Mike’s injury, he did the best he could.

Since the day at the bar, August and Roslyn haven’t really spoken. Just when they’d walk past it was always a “hi” or “bye” but they never stuck around for casual conversation.

But that was all about to change.

‘What?! Why can’t he ride with Jesse?! Dina?’

‘Because I have them on different projects today.’

Roslyn let out an annoyed, soulful sigh. As much as she loved her sister, she wanted to wring her neck like a rag.

‘Besides, it’ll give you a better opportunity to get to know him. He’s a very nice guy, Ros. You can’t be hard on everyone who shows up here. His past may not have been great but— we can use him and his brother. I just need your help.’

‘Oh? I know Ms. “I don’t beg anyone for nothing” ain’t beggin’ right now?’

‘I ain’t beggin. It’s a demand. Now, go on now. Meet him at the gymnasium. He spends most of his mornings there.’ She retorted before spinning on the toes of her boots and walking down the steps.

Roslyn grimaced, holding back the litter of curse words that so desperately ached to burn her lips but instead she shouted, ‘Maria! You owe me for this!’

‘More like Ellie does! Hurry up! Y’all better be gone by 10!’ She hollered back.

***

Roslyn was lacing up her boots when she heard the knob turn. Ellie had just walked into the door with the silliest grin on her face.

‘Hello big sis! Anyone came by lookin’ for me?’ Ellie chimed.

Ros breathed through her nose as she stood up and grabbed her coat off the bed. ‘Yes! In fact, someone did!’

‘Who?’

‘Maria.’ She hissed at the name, it bringing her great disdain in the moment.

‘Maria?! What the hell she doin’ here on a Tuesday for?’

‘She sendin’ me on training patrol with August. She was here for you… but she insisted I did it instead.’

Ellie’s green eyes grew slightly at the impactful news. ‘No shit! Well…’

‘It’s fine… don’t even worry about it I guess. It’s said now.’

‘Hey, quit it! Look,’ Ellie sighed out as she pushed her hair out of her face, ‘I’ll make it up to you. Somehow.’

Roslyn’s head fell to the side slightly. She tried her best to remain serious but Ellie began to make silly faces. A smirk managed to curl up on her face and eventually, a laugh escaped her.

‘Alright. Fine. I forgive you I guess! But when I get back, tell me about your night with Dina?’

‘It’s a deal!’

***

Roslyn walked into the training center, smiling as she walked over to the desk where Dan sat snacking on what had seemed to be a breakfast burrito.

‘Top of the morning’, Dan!’

‘Heya kiddo! How yer’ doin’?’ He asked with a grin spread across his lips.

‘Maria’s got me pulling patrol three days in a row.’ She huffed out, ‘You can only imagine how I’m feelin’.’

‘Mmm. I am sorry to hear that but whatever boss lady says, goes.’

‘Yeah. Anyway, is Walker around? Maria told me I could find him here.’

‘Yup. Sign in for me, he’ll be in the weight room.’

Roslyn picked up the pin and signed her name along the line. ‘Thank you, Dan.’

She walked into the weight room of the gymnasium, her eyes scanning the room only to find him pulling his body up over the pull-up bar.

A thin sheet of sweat covered his arms and back with a few droplets sliding down his skin. His trapezius muscles flexing and pulling with every movement. She’d also taken note of those familiar pink star-like scars on his shoulder and back. Then, there was another scar on his lower waistline that had to be 3 inches long. All of them had seemed to be stitched and patched up pretty clean so they must’ve occurred way before his rebellion.

Curiosity befell her. She’d be sure to ask about it later on. But right now she was admiring what God had created. A single drop of sweat cascaded down his spine and she felt her chest tighten at the sight.

Sure, she’s seen men like this— in their prime and what not but he had it all!

For now, she balled all of that up and puffed up her chest. Roslyn walked over to him with her chin high and unphased. ‘Walker!’

August glanced down when he heard his name being called. He was not expecting to see her here. ‘Roslyn!’ He’d let go of the bar and turned to face her, revealing his thick curly chest hair that was drenched in sweat. And this detailed moth tattoo right below his sternum resting at the center of his torso. That was an interesting choice.

‘I wasn’t expecting to see you here. Where’s Ellie?’

Roslyn held her breath for a second, keeping her eyes on his which somehow equally melted her all the same.

‘Ellie couldn’t make it. So I’ll be accompanying you today.’

‘Oh! Well, gimme a few minutes and I’ll meet you at the Stables?’

‘Fine by me.’ She gave him a small smile with a nod.

***

She’d been pacing back and forward, creating infinite tracks in the snow until he heard her name being called.

‘Roslyn!’

She lifted her head to see August jogging in her direction. She then looked at her watch. It was 9:55AM. At least he made it before 10.

‘You’re late, Walker!’

‘Yeah! I know. I’d figured you wouldn’t want to be training some funky dude so I took a quick shower.’

Well, at least he cared about his hygiene. A lot of dudes in this day in age ain’t care too much bout it since everyone was on death row.

She looked up at him as she tried to fight that smile, but it fell through when she giggled, ‘You’re right. I don’t want to be smelling onions, garlic and horseradish. Thanks for the consideration. Let’s go.’

The pair chuckled as they walked together inside of the stables to retrieve their steeds.

Roslyn greeted her horse with a beaming smile as he neighed and nickered.

‘Kentaro.’ She placed her hand on his jaw and gave him a firm pat on his shiny jet black coat, ‘I know you’re tired my boy. But, one more day?’ She whispered as she gently rubbed at his black snout.

He let out a huff of air and nudged her gently.

‘Thank you.’ She giggled and placed a kiss on his jaw before unlocking his stable and grabbing his reins.

Once she made it to the saddle rack, she placed hers on Kentaro’s back and strapped it down.

Suddenly, she snapped her head over at the aggressive neighing, squealing and nickering in the stables.

August was trying to calm down his horse along with others but she was anxious.

Roslyn handed off her reins to Jesse and jogged back into the stables. She snatched the reins out of the keeper’s hand and raised her hands to let her know that she was not a threat.

‘Shhh. Shhhh. Hey, girl. Shhhh.’

Once she began to calm down, Roslyn rubbed at her brown spotted jaw. ‘Shhhh, it’s okay girl. He is no threat. See? Look— Walker!’

August’s eyes grew before he looked at the trainers and keepers. He pressed his index finger at his chest, mouthing the word, ‘me?’

Roslyn let out a gentle giggle and nodded, ‘Gimme your hand.’ She lend out her palm to him, watching as he stared at her then the horse skeptically. ‘I promise she’s sweet when you get to know her.’

He hesitantly placed his large calloused palm into hers and allowed her to guide his hand over to the side of her neck.

The horse let out a gentle whine before letting out a heavy huff from her snout.

‘Shhh. It’s okay girl…that’s it Hera. That’s a sweet girl.’ Ros looked over at August with a gentle smile as his nervousness seemed to fade but was replaced with relief. A gentle smile curled on his lips. ‘I told you. She’s never really been great with men. I guess the more testosterone you carry, the more you give her the ick.’ She giggled before throwing him a wink.

August chuckled as he scratched beneath her jaw, ‘Well, that’s quite the ironic name. Don’t worry, Hera. We’re going to be the best of friends ya?’

Roslyn smiled softly, placing the reins in his hand. ‘Go head and get your saddle. Meet me by the gate when you're finished.’

August gave her a gentle smile, ‘You got it!’ He watched her spin off and walk off towards the gate. Even a blind man could see that he was checking her out. Watching as her hips swayed and her glutes tighten and relax, followed by a jiggle with each step.

She was quite dreamy.

Hera nudged August’s chest, causing him to let out a winded grunt then a chuckle, ‘Alright girl. Let’s get out of here.

***

Roslyn climbed Kentaro and sat down comfortably. She then leaned over to give him an encouraging clap on his neck. ‘Such a good boy.’

‘You talk to all your men like that?’

She looked back to see August well acquainted with Hera; sitting high and mighty on his brand new saddle. She could admit, he looked damn good on top of a horse. With his straight posture and broad shoulders. He belonged there. And she had a gut feeling that he belonged here too.

‘Maybe I do.’ Ros retorted with a sly smirk. ‘I see you finally got on with Hera. How she holdin’ up?’

‘Just fine.’

‘Good.’ She nodded before she looked over at Jesse, ‘Get that gate open, we outta here.’

‘Alright. You guys be careful out there and August, stay vigilant.’

August waved his hand once, ‘No need to warn me. I’ve witnessed enough to make an Army Ranger cry.’

Jesse stared at him with a blank glare. As if that was something to be proud of. But at least he knew how to deal with the dangers beyond the compound.

‘Alright.’ Jesse turned and waved his arm towards the guards at the gate, ‘Open ‘er up!’

Roslyn smirked and looked over at August, ‘Army Ranger huh?’

He gave her a gentle shrug.

She shook her head with her smirk unwavering, watching as they pulled the large wooden gate apart. ‘Seem to shut him up pretty good. Nice one.’

‘Hmph. Thanks.’

The both of them gently kicked at the ribs of their horses, causing them to trot on with their handlers at their reins.

‘Wow!’ August breathed out gently, ‘Look at that incredible view.’

‘It is breathtaking isn’t it? You guys didn’t have views like this in Washington?’

‘We did. It just rained a lot in Seattle. And if we weren't on patrol then we weren’t spending our time looking at the wonders of the world. It was too fucked up out there and we didn’t need that constant reminder… or at least that’s what Isaac lodged in our heads.’

‘Mmf. Sounds like a master manipulator at its finest.’

‘You don’t even know the half.’ August scoffed and rolled his eyes, ‘If only my father knew. Stubborn old fool.’

She pressed her lips together, ‘I’m sorry… about your loss.’

August looked over at her with a perplexed glare, ‘My father’s not dead!’ He hissed.

‘Oh! Oh my god, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have—‘

An exaggerated cackle left August’s lips, startling Roslyn in the process.

‘Wh—what’s so funny?!’ She barked back.

‘You should see the look on your face!’ He laughed so hard, one would think he’d fall off that damn horse. ‘I’m kidding. He’s been dead for quite some time now.’ He added, recovering from his heartfelt giggle.

Roslyn rolled her eyes, holding back a giggle of her own, ‘You’re such an ass.’

‘Maybe but hey, at least I know how to make light out of situations. Y’know? Sometimes I forget he’s dead.’

‘Why?’

‘He was hard on me and Mike after mom died. It was like… something snapped inside of him. He used to be a good man. I believed a lot of his choices were for the greater good but… at the cost of our sanity. I’d prefer him not to be there honestly.’

She hated to hear these stories. It was repetitive really. It appeared more and more people had shitty parents than the good ones.

Perhaps this world just created shitty people.

‘That… sucks.’

‘Meh. I think I turned out pretty good.’ He said daft with this goofy grin spread across his lips.

‘Something tells me you didn’t though.’ Roslyn laughed out, ‘But you have to be some kind of crazy to survive nowadays.’

‘Exactly! You get me.’ He chuckled softly. ‘So what about you? Where are your people?’

She should’ve braced herself for that one. Roslyn didn't like talking about what happened to her parents but over the years, the more she spoke of them, the more healed she felt.

‘They’re gone too. Apparently my parents knew Joel and Tommy from way back when. Used to work together I guess. Apparently they were ripped apart by a bloater.’

‘Jesus.’

‘Yeah. In my parents' written will, they wanted Joel to be my Godfather… If anyone believes in that shit nowadays…’ she sighed out, ‘So— he’s my dad!’

‘Fucking hell. Were yall close at least? Got good memories together?’

‘Yeah… some good ones. I mean it’s hard to create anything good in … this.’ Roslyn gestured her hand out towards the open, referring to what this world had become over the last 15 years.

‘I hear you there.’ August added in a remorseful manner. ‘I’m sorry to hear about your parents. It sucks that all the good people have to go. Unfortunately I’ve been a part of the problem.’

Roslyn’s head snapped over at August, her pretty hazel eyes narrowing as she processed his words. ‘You’ve killed innocent people?’

He parted his lips to speak but hesitated as if he’s trying to find the appropriate words.

‘Not because I’ve wanted to. The way we were trained… anyone beyond those walls were a threat and had to be eliminated if found insufficient of use.’ He shook his head softly, ‘And if we failed to follow those orders well… you know the rest.’

‘Damn. That is rough. At least you're here though… you’re already turning your life around. I say… A win is a win!’

August smiled and nodded, ‘I guess you’re right.’

***

The pair scaled up the worn down path on the side of the mountain. From this point on, they were quiet and kept their eyes peeled.

Luckily, they made it all the way up to the small town’s grocery market. One of Jackson’s checkpoints.

‘Alright.’ Roslyn pulled her reins to a stop and hopped down. ‘We —‘

Suddenly, a loud screech and clicking echoed on the other side of the aluminum door.

The pair snapped their heads over towards the supermarket. Both letting out a shuddered breath in angst.

‘Grab your shotgun. Ain’t no telling what’s behind that door. We need all the fire power we got.’

August gave her a nod and quickly snatched up his weapons off of his steed and made sure they were loaded up.

Before the horses could grow restless from the constant noise and attract more infected, she smacked the rump of Kentaro and did just the same for Hera. They took off running with only the sound of hooves echoing in the space around them.

‘OK.’ She let out a shuddered breath, taking a step closer to him. ‘Don’t let your guard down. I was just here in the past few days and they’re back again. There has to be a nest nearby but it’ll take more than just us to clear it.’

‘Alright. What-whoa…’

‘Yes?’

‘Are you ok?’ August asked in concern.

‘Yeah. Another day in paradise am I right? Come on. The sooner we can clear this out, the sooner we can reach our final checkpoint. Cool?’

‘Cool.’ He gave her a reassuring smile, ‘Good Luck to you.’

Roslyn returned the smile and nodded before turning around, ‘You too… we’re damn sure gonna need it.’

Once the two carefully made their way into the space, she did a head count of two clickers and three runners. ‘Alright,’ she whispered, ‘You take those guys over there. And I got these three.’

‘What?’ August hissed quietly, ‘That’s three on one!’

‘I’ve handled worse! Plus, I’m here to train you remember? Just if I get hemmed up, help me out!’

August let out a long deep breath through his nose as he peaked over the counter to see the runners groaning in anguish. ‘OK. I got you. Just watch your ass!’

‘Of course.’ She whispered, ‘Now, go!’

The two skulked down the aisles. Making sure not to step on any glass or slip on any water. And one by one, they began to take out the runners first. They could be very overwhelming in numbers, but once removed from the equation, Clickers would have their undivided attention.

Roslyn pulled out her dagger slowly, letting out a shallow breath. ‘Here. We. Go.’ She whispered as she once again began to creep behind the infected to catch them by surprise.

But her luck had to run out eventually right?

With her being only 3ft away, she stepped on a thick piece of glass, causing it to crack beneath her weight. The sound caused the cordecyp’s host to stop clicking and stand up right from it’s hunched over posture. In that moment, she knew she fucked up.

‘Shit.’

The clicker turned to face her in record time, screeching in her face before knocking the dagger out of Roslyn’s hand.

‘Aah! FUCK!! WALKER!’ She exclaimed as the clicker found a grip on her and tried to sink its strangely structured teeth into her.

She pressed her hands into its chest, trying to combat that unnatural strength and fight back but it was unmatched!

But before it could take that fatal chomp, August shot it with his shotgun.

It didn’t kill the clicker, but August had all of it’s attention now.

‘Come get me you ugly son of a bitch!’

Flailing its arms and shrieking to hell, the Clicker limped over towards August before blowing its head to smithereens; pieces of Cordecyps growth, brain matter and blood splattered on anything that stood in a close proximity.

Once it had collapsed, it continued to click and twitch but not for long.

‘Fuck, I hate those fucking things.’ Roslyn grumbled as she glared down at the host’s lifeless body.

‘You alright?’

‘I’m OK.’ She said.

‘You bit?’

‘Not today.’ Ros sighed, ‘Thanks for the help.’

‘Yeah, anytime.’

Finally, when she felt like the air was circulating in her lungs she placed her hand over her chest, ‘Whoo! No matter how many times you do this shit, no matter how trained you are— every day is a different day with these fuckers.’

‘Ain’t that the truth.’

‘You get these bodies thrown in the ditch in the back. There’s some matches and lighter fluid on the grill out back. I’m gonna go get us signed in.’

‘Copy that!’

She gave him a firm nod before walking in the office and signing down their names. Then she jotted down how many infected she and August took down today.

Roslyn plopped down in the office chair and ran her hand over her face tiredly. ‘I’m getting too old for this shit.’

Pfft, poor girl ain’t even 27 yet.

***

13:49 (1:49PM)

The last 2 checkpoints were a breeze. A couple of stragglers here and there but nothing they couldn’t handle.

Roslyn and August sat in silence, feeling the weight of the day settling on their shoulders.

She was sitting on a milk crate looking down at her watch as he walked over and pulled his weight on top of the counter.

‘What time do we head back to the compound?’

Ros was filing her crooked fingernails, ‘We head back around 14:30. We’ve got to beat nightfall and the cold.’

No one ever really stayed the night in the mountains. The frigid cold was enough to literally kill someone, even at the end of summer. Plus, no one ever wanted to find out what lurked in the shadows of these woods.

‘Hey, can I ask you a question?’ Roslyn asked as she stopped filing.

‘Sure. Go head.’

‘What happened to you?’

August blinked at the question, trying to process it just like anybody else would in this time. This life was heavy and she didn’t know a lot about him. But he was open to tell her anything she was curious to know.

‘What happened to me meaninggggg?’ He scoffed.

Realizing that he could’ve possibly taken her question offensive, she waved her hands in disarray, ‘oh! No, no. That’s not what I meant…’ her face heated up in embarrassment.

‘I saw— the gunshot scars and the other one… I was just curious about the story behind them.’

‘Aaah.’ August said aloud, ‘You mean those.’

Roslyn nodded with a soft smile, ‘Yeah. But if you’re uncomfortable with sharing you—‘

‘Oh no! It’s fine. The gunshots I had gotten just a year ago with a run in with the Scars and that gash was from my dad.’

Her eyes grew in shock, a lump sitting in her throat. She couldn’t believe what she’d just heard.

‘Yo-your dad? As in your father?! How could he do such a thing?!’

August glanced off to the side and let out a heavy sigh, ‘I don’t know. He was drunk and he attacked my brother who was just 15 at the time. I guess I was beating his ass too badly, he had to take a knife to me.’

‘Wow. Holy shit August!’

‘Mmm. Sometimes bad things happen to good people.. I know I was doing the right thing.’

‘You were protecting your brother! Of course you were doing the right thing!’

‘Yeah, I know. I never doubt that. I’d just wished he wasn’t the man he was before he died.’

Roslyn’s brows tugged into one, her face showing all the signs of empathy and even feeling it in her heart.

And he was right. Bad things do happen to good people. But at least he was here and not with his father.

‘Wait!’ He exclaimed, sitting up straight; his face now beaming bright as the sun.

‘What?’

‘You just said my name! Looks like I’m warming up to you after all!’

She didn’t even realize it until he pointed it out. Maybe it was just a heartfelt moment with him being vulnerable and all, she didn’t need to keep it professional any longer.

Letting out a small giggle, Roslyn shook her head and shrugged, ‘Maybe I decided that I don’t need to address you as if I’m your boss or something but a friend instead.’

‘A friend huh?’ He repeated, his deep blue hues gentle and welcoming.

‘Yeah. A friend.’

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Wish: Pure Villain Rewrite

I’ve posted a rewrite with Magnifico as a sympathetic antagonist some time ago, (click here if interested) now it’s time for Magnifico as a pure Disney Villain. No big backstory here, just note that Amaya is going to be just as villainous, and like in my other rewrite, Asha’s their daughter.

The story:

Asha grows up believing her parents to be quite benevolent; all they ask is that each citizen gives them a single wish (usually once people move to Rosas or turn fifteen), some getting granted by her father...eventually. The people appear content and happy, crime is virtually unknown. A perfect kingdom on the surface.

Asha is mostly taught by tutors, not seeing her parents all that often, but begins to study magic as a teenager under her father. She eventually does ask him about the wishes, why he doesn’t fulfil more. Magnifico explains how some might be dangerous and would threaten the kingdom; it’s best for the stability of their realm if he and her mother keep a close watch. He assures Asha she’ll understand soon enough.

One night Asha catches a guy, around her age, breaking in; he claims her parents aren’t benevolent, but using magic to keep people obedient. Asha insists that Rosas is the most splendid kingdom, wealthy, its citizens safe and content. The guy points out that the reason is the mind-alteration and because other kingdoms are too scared to mess with a powerful sorcerer. She doesn’t buy it and guards bring him into the dungeon. Still, his words stick with her. She doesn’t want to believe it and decides to check the city for herself, having never really mingled with the common people before, to prove the wanna-be thief wrong.

She uses her hawk, Valentino, a spell allowing her to see through his eyes (I changed him into a none-speaking hawk, because falconry was a popular pastime among nobles, so it felt like a better fit). Asha sees how docile, in some cases almost lethargic, the people are, when it isn’t a wish-ceremony or other celebration. Most just go about their lives, stuck in their routines and with no real drive. She checks on a staff-member, who had their wish taken the other day, a boy only a little younger than herself, and he too is unsettlingly docile, rather than his chipper old self.

That night she sneaks into the dungeons to speak with the wanna-be thief, confused and feeling conflicted.

(“But my father only takes a wish!” Asha exclaimed. “All people must have more than one or develop new ones through life. Why would taking one change them so much?”

“That’s sounds like something worth looking into.”

“You’re dragging me into something, aren’t you?”

“Am I? ‘Cause you seem perfectly capable of following this line of thought on your own.”

“My parents are good people.”

“...are you telling me, or yourself?”)

After their conversation, Asha begins to spy on her parents, using her hawk Valentino among others. She not only sees them reward morally dubious people with granted wishes for their services, but her mother spies on their people (using the eyes of any animal she wishes, just like Asha does with Valentino), picking out those who need to reigned in, which happens via wishes. As it turns out, the wishes are a link to people’s minds and heart and Magnifico can manipulate how a person thinks and feels through a wish-orb.

Trying to fix this, Asha speaks to her father about the wishes once again, but can’t sway him. He lectures her on the importance of keeping order. Without it, people turn against each other and their rulers, which only leads to suffering. People leave the continent and come to Rosas seeking safety and hoping their dreams have a chance to become reality here, even if the chance is small. They happily give him their deepest wishes, forget them willingly, because in truth, they desire stability even more. And as a wise and just ruler it falls to him to decide what wishes will benefit the kingdom.

Asha struggles with this new knowledge for a while, before she frees the wanna-be thief from his cell, not wanting him to have his wish taken. He asks her to come with him, and to see what life with agency looks like. He leads her deep into the mountains beyond the city, to a hidden town and introduces her to the enclave. While not as splendid, the people seem happy, lively, everything is so much more vibrant, a stark contrast to the city of white marble. She sees how people need more than safety/order to truly thrive. To live.

She’s introduced to a group that studies magic and is trying to figure out how to give the wishes back and get rid of the royals. They eventually ask Asha for help, as she can actually use magic, while they are trying to teach it to themselves, without much success yet. Asha needs some time to think about it, but after a heart-to-heart with some of her new friends agrees to help.

She returns to the castle, continues to spy and study, playing the good daughter, while supplying the enclave with books, scrolls and information. (Probably a good place for a song-montage to show how this takes place over months)

That is until one night her father summons a star. Not only would it empower him, but it would allow him to extend his control far beyond the island borders and now Asha’s parents are creating a spell that would forcefully draw out people’s wishes in both Rosas and neighbouring realms. Asha quickly notifies the enclave and acting quickly they go to steal the star. They succeed thanks to Asha getting them past all magical security measures, but she has to leave with her rebel friends.

Back in the enclave the rebels discuss using the star against the royals, but Asha, not wanting to be anything like her parents at this point, instead frees the star (which turns out to be a mute shapeshifter), which is very grateful for her kindness. She asks if the star would willingly help them free their people, and after explaining things to them, the star readily agrees. As she can’t return to the capital, Asha uses Valentino to check on her parents, to find out their next move.

Magnifico and Amaya learn about the theft and with their daughter gone, the magical seals broken, it doesn’t take them long to figure out she’s responsible. They are disappointed, and lament not having overseen her education personally or not having taken one of Asha’s wishes to help mould her more directly. They discuss how to proceed and while without the star the spell’s reach will be limited, Magnifico can still use it to forcefully draw out the wishes of everyone on the island at least, including their daughter. Asha overhears this thanks to Valentino, but her mother notices the hawk, and sends one of her own birds to bring him down, while Asha is powerless to stop it.

The rebels get everyone together for another meeting, and a still conflicted Asha speaks to one of her friends, who reveals that their parents had their wishes taken and are completely loyal, completely trusting the royals. They tried to reason with them, but didn’t believe a word, and so they fled before their wish could be taken to. They wish to reconnect with their family, despite still being angry with their parents for what happened between them. After all, they too were deceived and manipulated, perhaps even with magic. Asha apologizes for the pain her parents caused them and so many others, and for not realizing how evil they were earlier. Her friend reassures her that she doesn’t need to apologize, not to them. She was just a kid, who trusted her parents...and yet she still came through, despite how difficult this must be for her. Asha asks if they even want her as a queen, should they succeed, how she doesn’t even know if she’s suited for such a task. Her friend reminds her that she won’t have to do everything on her own and whatever happens, she’s already doing more for their people than her parents.

As the meeting begins, Star gives Asha a staff of her own, fashioned from a tree branch, infused with the Star’s own magic, so she can stand a chance against her father. The rebels pick a team to go on the mission to take the king and queen out, deciding to go about it stealthily, hoping to be able to strike before Magnifico or Amaya can use their magic against them. This brings up the question as to what to do with them, most voting to either imprison the royal couple for the rest of their lives, others inclined to a more permanent solution, fearing they could escape and pose a threat again. Asha asks Star, if they can take her parents magical abilities away, but Star shakes their head, communicating that it would likely be lethal; it would be like taking someone’s entire blood supply. But the enclave’s scholars claim to have found a solution. They found an enchantment in the books provided by Asha and understanding their intentions, Star uses this knowledge to enchant several handcuffs collected from freed prisoners to suppress the magic of anyone wearing them. Every member of the team gets one, hoping that two of them will be able to get one on both king and queen.

They infiltrate the palace, only to find out that Magnifico has already begun casting the spell, having set up a giant ritual circle in the royal garden, since it offered the most space. With the guard fast asleep, thanks to Star and Asha, Queen Amaya defends her husband, so he can focus. It works at first, Asha and her allies unable to act as the wishes are being painfully drawn out of them, but an unaffected Star begins to duel Amaya. When she’s about to be defeated, Magnifico interrupts the spell to save her, allowing the others to join the fight, Asha taking on her father.

But even with her new staff, she is quickly pushed back. She tries to reason with him, but he’s fully aware of what he’s doing and has no qualms, telling her that he’s quite disappointed in her, but they’ll “fix” her, once he got his hands on her wish. Star needs to step in and save her, shielding Asha, so she can focus on the offensive, which evens the odds.

The others eventually manage to outmanoeuvre the Queen, putting a pair of handcuffs on her. Magnifico is enraged by this and lashes out, knocking most out or injuring them. Only Asha, shielded by Star’s magic, remains relatively unharmed/conscious. As Magnifico goes to free his wife, Asha acts quickly and reaches out to the plants of the garden. She manages to trap her parents in a pair of trees, just as they reach out to each other, though they never manage to touch...merely the newly sprouted branches do. Star enchants the trees to make sure they won’t wither and die, turning them into permanent prisons, or at least until Asha figures out another solution, if she ever finds one.

They return the wishes to the people, releasing those directly manipulated of her parents’ spell and Asha sends Star home to the heavens (maybe after Star showing her how to heal Valentino, if we don’t want to kill off the animal sidekick; I want the Star not to simply fulfil wishes, but to only give the heroes the tools they need to do things themselves, in contrast to Magnifico + a little magical support in combat). Rosas begins to recover, families start to heal with the wishes returned and he truth out. Those living in the enclave don’t have to hide anymore either, though the place remains a bustling little town.

Ends with Asha standing in the gardens, in front of the trees, contemplating all that has happened. A friends soon joins her, informing their new Queen that the Council is ready for their first meeting. When noticing that something’s up, Asha explaining that while she’s overjoyed for her people and kingdom, she laments that her family can never heal. Her friend reminds her that while this is true, she got her friends now, and they got her back, they’ll be there for her, always...so, how about they go make this a kingdom into something truly great together.

[batpham-discord-highlights]

Ghostly bats and camera straps

source: #ghosts-and-bats

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Danny gets stuck in Tim's camera

Tim thinks the fact that all the photos are in black and white are because he dropped/it broke, and that the people he sees in the photos but swears weren't there when he took the photo, well he blames that on a lack of sleep.

if he takes a photo of Jason's ghost following Batman around, then that's a hallucination caused by grief, nothing else

when he starts seeing neon green words begging for help on otherwise blank walls, he realises something might be up

he'll take a photo of graffiti because wow that's some pretty art of Batman and Robin and over top is just bold, neon green text saying he should smash his camera

it's all a big misunderstanding, but Tim thinks there's some ancient evil being in his camera, so he keeps it to make sure that it can never escape

K

his parents brought him the camera back from some place they were doing archeology things at, they didn't know it was left by a magician trying to catch ghosts in photographs

alternately: it fell out of the ghost zone and into their site

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he sets it up to take a family photo and Thomas and Martha are in the back, standing behind Bruce

K

shows the camera to Raven or Constantine and they're like "!!!"

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they ask if they can use it, and he gets oddly defensive about it

"no, you can't touch my weird monochrome camera, it was a gift from my parents!"

K

even funnier if some boomerang just comes out of no-where aiming for the camera

follow closely by a girl with white hair yelling, "We finally found the fucker"

Danny's camera got lost in time but they didn't know that, they've only been looking for him for like a dozen hours or so

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ooh ooh what if the camera can sorta stun ghosts

K

Dani just stops in her tracks, staring, until someone tackles her and she snaps out of it

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Tim uses the time to run away

que shenanigans of Tim running around Gotham being chased by some weird glowing girl, the only way to stop her being to take a photo of her

even funnier if he's not Robin, and Batman sees this boy running across rooftops screaming bloody murder

maybe Dani can only be seen through the camera lens?

K

omg she goes invisible to try and get the jump on the twerp

Sam and Tucker are in the Fenton jet and batman is like "wtf is going on here?!?! you are 100% not allowed to do that"

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Sam grabs Tim by the scruff and "politely" asks for his camera

Tucker is enamoured by the Batmobile™️

Danny can only see the photos taken by the camera, there's a sudden influx of blurry/poorly taken photos of who he can only assume is his clone and his two best friends

each photo of Dani, he can vaguely make out her stunned expression

the camera takes perfectly normal photos of ghosts, so the fact that Dani comes out blurred means that Tim is not on his game

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The messages on walls turn into "those are my friends!"

That doesn't help

S

How does Tim find out that the ghost in his camera isn't evil?

Oh! Danny is hurt really badly and suffering while in the camera and the writing on the walls is written in his ectoplasm! Just for added angst!

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THIS WHOLE IDEA IS WONDERFUL IM DYING

W

Poor Tim and Danny when Danny finally gets out

S

It actually causes Danny more pain when Tim takes pictures, but it's the only way Danny can communicate or try to reach out.  Tim would feel horrible when he finds out.

W

I can feel the emotional damage lol

S

But still

How does Danny get out?

And I wanna know how the conversation goes when they all figure out the misunderstanding.

H

Sidenote but I vote that we name this AU  Ghostly bats and camera straps

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Sam punches Tim and Tucker takes the camera

H

yes

[saphirered]

hi, a request about a winter ball with Rhysand x f!reader, where she has a amazin dress with de details os stars and Rhys admiring her from far as she talks to people, and they dance in the ball, have some kisses as well and finish in their room with some spicy moment, thanks

Love this concept! Spicy went a lil' smutty in the end but if you're not comfortable with that, you can skip the bit below the dotted line. Happy reading! 😘

Ever the lover of grand displays of lavish dramatics Rhysand feels perfectly at home among the dancers and chattering courtiers. He may love a lack of decorum equally but it’s no secret he’ll take expensive silks and marble floors opposed to being knee deep in the mud and freezing. A winter’s ball is the perfect place for a break from the chaos of his brothers, or so he’d claim because at the end of the night he’ll likely be negotiating peace for the conflict Cassian undoubtedly will have caused, and be given a full report of all ongoings from Azriel, if he manages to shake the Shadowsinger in the first place. One day he’ll learn to tell them to stay home. At least Morrigan and Amren know how to behave, Mor taking a particular interest in some of the guests and they in her, and Amren getting a little closer for comfort to the prince of Adriata but for his sake, Rhys will ignore what he saw and picked up on. Instead when he turns his attention away from his family, he feels chills running down his spine, suddenly eerily aware of the cold season, as if he were standing among the Illyrian mountains this very moment. When he sees an ice queen personified not in heart but certainly in appearance he is certainly caught off guard. 

You wear a gown more of crystals and beads than fabric, sheer where these precious and precise designs do not weave together. It must be worth its weight in gold for it certainly looks heavy even if you do not show it in your posture. Never once do you wane. You remain ever impeccable and move with a grace and relentlessness that suits the element you’ve chosen to represent. You put the entirety of the winter court to shame with your beauty. You hold your head high, the crown of crystals like icicles on the verge of melting woven into your hair befitting of your entire visage. Anyone assuming you to be a queen would be entirely in their right. You’d taken the seasonal theme quite serious and Rhysand suddenly feels a little underdressed in comparison. Of course he donned his usual black but opted for some silver work, beading and the appearance of a frosted texture to his jacket. He should have opted for that platinum crown, the one with the brightest diamonds because suddenly if he imagines standing even remotely within your radius, he’d feel like a shadow as opposed to your radiance. Never had he felt discontent with being a shadow others thought twice to approach. 

Of course the courtiers swarm to you, vying for your attention. You smile through, you make pleasant conversation with them and you clearly know what you’re doing and he won’t deny the smile it’s brought to his face when he may or may not have picked up on some parts of conversation where some rather desperate flirtations are ever so skilfully dismissed. While you are certainly the centre of attention, Rhysand is stuck conversing with those of his own court, and putting up the usual facade of the cocky and cruel high lord. He has a reputation to keep and never has he felt the desire to just be himself more. He’d resigned himself to admiring the ice queen of the ball from a distance but then he realised, he’s the High Lord of the Night Court. People get out of his way. All it takes is invoking that dreadful presence to scare away these desperate idiots, if only just to speak to you before he returns to his usual life, his usual thoughts. He just wants to know, has to know and so he strides over. 

The male draped in dark fineries, his eyes have wandered to you several times now, or at least that’s how often you’ve caught him staring. You’d expected him to approach you at some point, like so many others have. You’d have humoured him, out of curiosity. Would he come offer you the moon on a string? Or would he resort to simple flattery? But then you noticed, those violet eyes. You know this male. You’ve let him before, long ago. You doubt he remembers you, but that look makes you suspicious, maybe he does. From what you hear, he’s not just any simple male, he’s the High Lord of the Night Court. Leave it to you to have… history with one of the most powerful beings in all of Prythian. He’s grown more handsome but what softness he held, or what you remember, has been replaced by a shield of darkness. Still he carries that cocky smirk that promises no good. You wonder, will he approach? Does he remember you? Will he save you from all these fools trying to charm you into their good graces at best, their beds at worst? He always did have a bit of a hero complex but the more stories of him you hear, the more you begin doubt he is the knight in shiny armour, and the more you see he might have turned the evil overlord, just like his father. You hope it’s but gossip, but lies. 

Then he begins to approach, people know better than to stand in his way, some might make a show of attempted bravery, by allowing the darkness to overcast just a second before they rush aside, choosing life over the ire of the terrifying high lord of night. He smirks, puts on a display of arrogant confidence, and that’s when you see it; he puts on a display. The attention keeping you busy this night, scatters and leaves only the genuine conversationalists, until you excuse yourself, turn your attention to him. You decide to play the part you were dressed for, become a face of neutrality covered by a shield of freezing cold indifference. you clasp your hands together and tilt your head to the side just ever so lightly, awaiting an introduction, or anything really because you don’t know what to expect. He bows his head in greeting, never once does that cocky smirk drop, and never once do his eyes leave yours. They stare right through your soul. He does not speak but offers you his hand. And then you feel a brush against your mind, gently and never intrusively, akin to a knock on a door. You decide to open it. 

“It has been far too long.” Those are the first words he chose to speak, or rather think to you? Perhaps not his smoothes moment but at least you humour him with mental laughter, and the faint up turning off the corner of your lips. He can’t believe it took him this long to figure it out, to realise who you are, or rather who you are to him. It must have been centuries at this point and you’ve changed much, but so has he. He’d found himself wondering sometimes over the years, wondering what became of you, where you might be. He expected you to live the quiet life you’d talked about, a life of freedom. Perhaps you have gotten it. You certainly know how to make an entrance and certainly gained attention of plenty of important and powerful people, but that hardly ever is a quiet life. 

“So it has been. It’s good to see you, Rhys.” Despite your appearance, you radiate a warm embrace on a cold night, one he’s longed for far too often be that in the Illyrian camps or in simple loneliness when it came to haunt him. 

You take a step forward, towards his outstretched hand, still offered. Without much of a doubt in your mind, but simply one for show, you place it in his, watch the courtier watching this whole interaction for their responses are quite pleasing; varied from confusion to bewilderment, jealousy and envy. In his eyes you can see he enjoys this just as much. It’s a mutual understanding when he Brings your knuckles to his lips, placing a tender kiss atop and holds on, guides you along to the dance floor where another song comes to an end and couples leave or step in for the next dance about to start. When you step through, with the High Lord of Night on your side, it makes pairs think twice about joining, and instead they opt for staying clear. 

“Looks like we’ll have an audience.” Words spoken out loud. The first ones you truly heard from him all night. You repress the urge to snort. Of course that’s what he’d say.

“Every the drama queen.” You retort under your breath and that grin of his grows as he faces you at the centre of the floor, one hand on your waist, the other behind his back. You place one hand on his shoulder and use the other to lift your heavily embellished skirts so they drape beautifully. 

“I’m not the one wearing the crown.” He dips to whisper in your ear and you feel goosebumps scatter across your skin, much to Rhysand’s satisfaction because he doesn’t need to be a mindreader to see your response. Your eyes narrow after you recover and the dance starts. 

“I assume you forgot yours at home, high lord?” Against the proper movements you rise your fingers to rest under his chin, brush along his jaw until they stroke along his cheek, to what some might describe as seductively. The look you give him certainly does not help. 

“I couldn’t decide which one to wear. Perhaps your keen eye could help me choose my attire sometime? You seem to be quite the expert.” He lets his eyes wander suggestively. Such a shame the dance requires to your turn, though feeling your back pressed against him, as his arm rests around your waist, makes up for it and the way you tilt your head up to look at him as you sway together almost makes him forget you’re not the only ones in this room. You might look like ice but Cauldron be damned you certainly spark a fire within him. 

“Since you seem so desperately in need of my touch, I will gladly offer my assistance.” You breathe, smile turning somewhat wicked. He threw a ball, and you simply hit it out of the park. No need to be shy about it. Not that you have any intentions of being so. It became clear that your previous interactions, some dalliances in younger years have not gone forgotten, and the attraction still remains. Wether it will be longterm or just another fling, who knows? For now you’ll indulge in the time you have. You’ll live in the moment and this moment is a good one. 

“Are we still talking about apparel?” Rhys knows very well the intent behind your words, just as well as he knows the meaning behind his own. You made him feel like he belonged somewhere all those years ago. You make him feel so now too. That hasn’t changed. You look gorgeous but equally beautiful is your mind. Attraction is only partially physical and right now he’d desire nothing more than to bask in your comforts, the ones you offer aplenty. Though, with the way you look at him now, he’d love to take that heavy dress off you should you desire it so. 

“Do you truly care about appearances?” You spin, the beads and crystals at the hem hitting the floor, and swaying across it as you continue the dance. Every step is precise, within rhythm, and perfectly executed. You’d expect nothing less from a noble raised, and you’d certainly learned too, if these are the events you’re attending. They come with certain rules, certain expectations and you’d always been one to defy expectations. That’s exactly why many of the males look at Rhysand wishing to be in his place now, staring daggers at him, or simply crestfallen they are not holding you in their arms but they could never satisfy you, not truly. You’d want more. You’d want truth without decorum but the ability to act. You need change and adventure, you need chaos and not just some prim and proper lapdog seeing to your every whim, or worse someone who would try to shape you into the perfect little trophy. Rhysand offers you adventure and freedom and maybe that’s why you agreed to him, indulged him and are quite satisfied with where this evening is going. 

Centuries ago you met a young male with a bright mind, strong opinions and a dream for a better life, a better future, and the willingness to sacrifice what he had to to make that come true, yet never at the cost of what he holds dear. Now you see a high lord with many secrets, and far more on his plate than he should carry but someone with a love for what he does, even if he hates the bad parts, even if he hates being who he is here in the public eye, but you know what he holds close to his heart, what he protects and preserves. He would not exchange this for the world. You share his dreams, his ideals and his hopes and that lets you know, this is right. These choices are right. 

“Only when I have to. Which right now, I suppose I don’t care about appearances.” The music comes to an end and you are face to face. You take a step back, step out of his arms and suddenly feel yourself cold without him there. You curtsey. He bows. You take a sep back, and another and another, staring into those violet eyes daring him to follow until you reach the edge of the crowd and then you turn on your heels, cast one final look over your shoulder and leave the ballroom. Rhysand, slowly follows behind, grins and watches you move through the people. Couples start filling the dance floor once more as he leaves, and plenty of eyes are on him, just as plenty are on yours. Rhysand scans the crowd for his companions, and finds he better should have stayed ignorant so he pushes those thoughts aside, sends a warning and informs them he’ll be elsewhere and they better behave themselves. He knows it’s useless but he couldn’t care less right now, not when he follows you, not when he connects with you as you tap your temple when you look over your shoulder once more to see him still following. 

“Come on then. Don’t leave a girl waiting.” You humour and he laughs. 

Weaving through the people and leaving the grounds of the event you lead the high lord of the night court up the stairs, the path to your chambers feeling far too long. Once you’ve reached the fourth floor you wait at the top of the stairs. Rhysand tentatively covers the distance, standing but two steps below you when you drop your hands on his shoulders, brushing along the silver work of his jacket. He dares bring his hands to your hips as he steps up one more step, as you stand on the edge of the top of the stairs; hair’s breath apart. 

“May I?” He asks, eyes cast down towards your lips, slightly parted before they return to your eyes. You don’t reply in words but instead press your lips to his. You kiss him like there’s no tomorrow and Rhysand shares your sentiment, his hands wandering over your hips, along your waist, around your back pulling you closer to him, against him before one wanders to the underside of your breast, where between the beads and crystals that cover what’s expected to be covered but leave just enough skin exposed for you to moan into his mouth at that touch and given you weave your fingers into his hair, pull lightly at the roots and press closer into him, he repeats the motion. 

“Sixth door on the right. Now” You instruct between kisses and you feel his lips curl upwards against yours. Rhysand sweeps you off your legs and lifts you in his arms, not once breaking contact with you and follows the hall without as much as a stumble. You drape one of your arms around his shoulders for support but let the other come to play with the closures of his jacket, undoing the ones you can read already. 

“So eager.” He chuckles, allowing you to open the door. 

“Not like you mind it but keep being cocky and you can stay out here.” You retort as he steps past the threshold. At your silent request he puts you back down, onto your feet. with a snap of your fingers lights spark to life in the interior, not too bright, but enough to reflect off your dress and basking you in a silver blue glow, one that reminds Rhys of real ice but also the stars he so admires. Leave it to you to charm him wholly. A dangerous thing, but he likes a little risk every so often. He certainly won’t back down from this one, especially not when that risk looks ravishing. 

“Once upon a time you called it one of my more redeemable qualities.” He jokes and comes up behind you and discarding his jacket on the way. He brushes his fingers along your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You cross your arms and snort. 

“How ignorant I must have been.” You roll your eyes but then your attitude dies down when Rhys’ lips trail along the column of your neck and you feel his fingers trail down the buttons down the back of your dress. Slowly he undoes the first and when you make no protests, instead moan when you feel his teeth graze along the dip of your shoulder, he moves on to the next, and the next and the next. With it he kisses lower and lower, with each button undone until he reaches the last one, right above your tailbone. You hold the dress to your chest, and turns as the high lord of the night court sits kneeled before you, looking up to you.

“You look like a queen.” He comments. 

“So I’ve been told.” You let one of the straps drop from your shoulders. 

“You’ll look equally regal without it.” You urge him to rise, and when he does, ever so gently removes your hands from where they hold the dress in place, he pushes the final strap off your shoulder and so the fitted garment slides from your body. Rhysand admires your form, even curve, every dip, every mark, freckle, scar and spot. He admires every inch of your body. 

“And you are entirely overdressed.” You take a step towards him, letting your fingers trace along the waistband of his fine trousers, pull free the shirt he wore underneath that jacket, and begin to lift it over his head. Rhysand watches as you trail along the markings on  his torso, from the tattoos to the scars he’s collected over the years. You don’t shy away, you let your hands roam, and behind them follow your lips. He can’t do anything but watch you, as you trail down, slowly but surely make your way to the closures of the fabric he wants to get rid of but he’ll let you play the game now. Plenty of games he’ll have the opportunity to play later. 

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You run your fingers over his length, still covered and feel him tense, feel him twitch and you tut. You’ve pushed your luck because next you feel his hand brush along your breast, ever so lightly along your nipple, enough to tease but never enough to give you the true satisfaction. Rhysand laughs at your frustration. You suppose it’s payback and you get the message. You pull him free, make quick work of his final garments, and guide him along to your bed. When you push him to sit, he moves back on the bed, lets you crawl over him, lets your hands wander as you are face to face, crown still atop your head and he’s never seen anything more arousing than the image of you above him, looking like a true queen, in nothing but that crown. His hands fall to your hips, stroking around the roundness of your behind, as you kiss him deeply, tongue clashing with his and you ground your hips downward, along his aching length. He just raises his hips to meet yours, before he lets his fingers sink between your lower lips. He moans when he feels your own arousal. Perhaps he might have made a comment about how so little has gotten you so wet but now does not seem the right time and instead he moans your name when he feels your fingers wrap around him and give a tentative stroke up and down in retort. 

“Enough games?” Rhys mutters against your lips as he presses his forehead against yours. 

“Yeah. Enough games.” You moan as you feel him line himself up and you simply let yourself sink down. You drape your arms across his shoulders and rock your hips as his paced thrusts meet your movement. He relishes in the way your breath catches, in the little sounds you make, when you whisper his name, ask for more and he is happy to give it to you. The ice queen melts in his embrace and neither of you would have it any other way, not when you find sweet release time and time again. You’ll deal with the aftermath of your not so inconspicuous escapade some other time. For now you’ll enjoy each other’s intimate company. 

[cherrycola27]

Domestic AF

A/N please enjoy this domestic Rooster drabble brought on by a conversation with @marvelsvalhalla who is 100% the Maverick to my Goose

Warnings: Fluff. Partial nudity. Language. Allusions to smut. Minors DNI 18+

The morning light slowly began to peak through your curtains. You stretched your body and wiggled your toes. You turned and tossed an arm out searching for the man that should be occupying the other side of your bed. Feeling nothing but cold sheets you sit up and look for your boyfriend. The shower was off and his clothes were in a neat pile on the dresser. Where could he be?

You went to the closet and threw on one of yours... his t-shirts and pair of biker shorts. "Babe" you called walking down the stairs. You turned the corner to the kitchen and froze in the doorway.

There stood Rooster Bradshaw cooking breakfast in your kitchen. He had his AirPods in listening to who knows what and he flitted about.

You rested in the doorway and gaped at the sight because besides his AirPods the only thing he was wearing was your pink "Kiss the Cook" apron. He was turned facing the stove so his perfectly sculpted ass was on full display for you. You giggled as you watched his hips sway to the song he was listening too which causes the rooster tattooed on his right cheek to move to the beat. You teased him so hard for that tattoo the first time you saw it. His face was as red as a beet when he explained how drunk he was when he got it and how he would never drink tequila again because of it.

You were too busy enjoying the view you didn't realize you hadn't made your presence known until you heard a pan clatter onto the counter snapping you out of your trance. "Jesus babe. You scared the shit out of me." Rooster said taking off some oven mits and putting his AirPods away. "How long have you been standing there?" He asks. You pause taking in the picture before you. Rooster in a pink frilly apron, hands on his hips with a breakfast spread laid out before him you couldn't contain the laughter that bubbled out.

"You mind telling me what the fuck is so funny?" He stated cocking his head to the side. "You... this... its just...." You were wheezing now clutching your sides trying to regain your composure. "I'm what?" Rooster asked getting flustered. He came around the kitchen island and helped you stand upright.

"Bradley," you began whiping a tear from your eye. "You just look so Domestic AF right now! I mean the breakfast, the apron... its just too much." You started laughing again. Rooster rolled his eyes and looked down at you.

"And why aren't you wearing clothes? What if someone broke in? Are you just going to fight them naked?" You giggled again gesturing to his interesting attire choice. He walked away from you having enough of your shit.

"Roos, you can't be mad at me!" You whined. "I mean after last night's activities and how er... erm primal you were I really didn't expect to see you down here making breakfast. Though I have to admit the view is fantastic." You shot him a wink

"Listen if you are going to keep talking about my ass-ets there will be no French Toast for you young lady!" He called while half threatening you with a spatula. Rooster put his AirPods back in, stuck his tounge out at you and began cracking some eggs in a pan.

Another fit of giggles erupted from your mouth only to be interrupted by the doorbell ringing. You went to answer it and found some of your best friends standing in the doorway. Hangman, Bob, Phoenix, Fanboy, Payback, and Coyote waited for you to invite them in.

"Why are you at my house?" You asked "It's Squad Breakfast Saturday and your turn to host... you didn't forget did you?" Bob asked while shifting a box of pastries in his had. "No!" You screeched out "Of course I didn't forget" you had totally forgotten. "Um hold on just wait here for like 5 minutes so I can go change" you said franticly trying to close the door. "Jesus Y/N we have all seen each other in way less Hangman said pushing past you and entering your foyer. "I'm going to go put this juice in the fridge" Jake said walking past you "Jake wait!" You cried but it was too late

"Ahh my eyes!" You heard Hangman yell as he ran out of the kitchen. "Seresin what the Fuck!" You heard Bradley yell. "You could have warned me that Bradshaw was naked in your Kitchen Y/N! Now I need to go boil my face to get that image out of my head!" Jake complained. "I tried to get you to wait out side but no!" You shot back. "Now can everyone wait on the porch so no one else sees my boyfriend naked please?" You asked ushering everyone back outside.

Fifteen minutes and a whole lot of bitching from Jake later everyone was seated having a nice breakfast. Rooster was sending jabs at Hangman by constantly wagging his eyebrows and asking Jake if he liked what he saw. Jake was still so red he couldn't come up with a comeback. As everyone was finishing up Hangman finally thought of one.

"Hey Bradshaw... mind telling us the story behind the chicken tattooed on your ass?" Jake laughed out.

"First off... it is a ROOSTER not a chicken." Bradley corrected "And second off I was drunk off my ass on tequila in Mexico and got it on a dare." Rooster finished.

"Can we see it?" Bob asked without missing a beat "Sure thing Bobby Boy" Rooster replied getting up. He was just about to show what his momma and tequila gave him when you promptly stood up.

"No... no one else gets to see my boyfriends ass besides me!" You stated covering him up. That earned a laugh from the group as you went to sit back down next to Rooster. He pulled you close and whispered in your ear. "Maybe I should tell them about you hidden tattoo." You choked on your orange juice and shot him a look. He winked at you and then went back to talking with your friends.

[ruubric]

The Compliment Jar

Your wrists are sore but it's a small price to pay for the look on Keiji Akaashi's face when you give him what you've been working on for the past three weeks.

If he doesn't accept it... well, blood will be shed. One way or another.

Now all that's left is for you to find your boyfriend.

"Whoa! Did you see that?! I caught it in my mouth perfectly, with no hands or anything! Did you see? Huh? Did ya?"

Okay.

The sound of Bokuto trying to impress someone.. Akaashi will be there for sure.

You follow the conversation to the benches outside, and there is Bokuto and prior mentioned boyfriend having their lunch.

"Yo!" You wave with your free hand, the other clutching your present close to your chest.

Bokuto grins as he says your name, before slapping you a high five. "If it isn't my second favorite lowerclassman." He grins wider, really proud of himself as he turns back to Akaashi, "no guess who my favorite is."

Akaashi merely raises his eyebrow and rolls his eyes, "and people say you aren't an ass kisser."

Bokuto's smile immediately disappears and he wilts like a leaf.

"Don't listen to him, Koutarou," you pat his back softly. Your upperclassman whimpers as he snuggles closer into your palm causing you to giggle.

Akaashi directly his attention to you, "do you need something?"

"Oh, yeah.. but um...'' your eyes fall on the owl with frosted tips. And Akaashi's eyes fall on him too.

"Bokuto, get away," he says bluntly.

Ahhh, your boyfriend as blunt as ever, this one.

Bokuto pouts and slinks away, mumbling, "fine. I know when I'm not wanted."

After waiting for him to completely vanish from sight, your boyfriend sighs, "well, he's going to be pouting during practice today so whatever you have for me better be worth it."

"Jeez, aren't you a regular bowl of sunshine," you huff and shift closer to him.

His eyes, which now look green instead of blue, shift down to you, "sunshine can't be kept in a bowl."

"It was a figure of speech, obviously. God, I thought you were a literature nerd." Your voice sounds irritated but you playfully roll your eyes at him, causing a tiny smile to tug at his lips. "Anyway, I got you this.."

And at that, you hold up your present to him.

Your present which is revealed to be a big jar with numerous pieces of papers inside of it.

"Wow, a jar with paper, how thoughtful.''

Okay, so Akaashi does not seem to impressed by it, but he does take the jar from your hands and examine the contents through the glass.

"Okay, smartass, it's not just a jar with papers. It's a compliment jar."

His brows furrow, and he cutely tilts his fuzzy head, "a what?"

"A compliment jar." You rock sweetly on the balls of your feet, "you always get so weird when I compliment you in person, so I wrote some of the compliments I have for you on pieces of paper and stuck it in a jar; that way everyday you can just pick up a piece of paper and have a compliment."

He looks at you, his cheeks flushing a little pink, "did you say only 'some'? There's over a hundred papers in here."

"Well.. you're an amazing person, Keiji, I couldn't write all of them. My arms would fall off."

He turns back to the jar, staring at it in wonder. "Shut up."

"See what I mean?"

"Can I get one?"

You smile, "of course you can, it's your jar."

You watch him as he adorably opens the jar and pulls out a piece of paper; he opens the piece and a tiny smile appears on his lips. "You're so pretty," he reads. He chuckles softly, ''you always tell me this."

And it's about time he believes it, right?

[nctsplug02]

can i request mrs and mr jeong having a silly argument in front of jen but mrs jeong is sensitive and ends up crying with a fluff ending 🥺

[7:46pm]

genre: fluff and angst

warnings: arguing, crying, kissing, false accusations made against mrs jeong.

masterlist

jen turns her head back when hearing the noise of people arguing as the front door swings open.

“mr and mrs jeong? you guys are home early— is everything okay?” she asks pausing her show.

“everything’s fine, jen. just talking with this stupid prick who got us kicked out the restaurant for making a scene.” you say while kicking your heels off angrily.

“oh, yeah. okay, y/n— it wasn’t my fault that you were too busy flirting with the waiter you didn’t notice the sex eyes you gave him.” you scoff, half laughing as if it was a joke.

jen touched her lip when seeing the wet spot on jaehyuns thigh. the waiter had accidentally bumped his leg on table which caused the wine glass to fall and spill on his leg.

jaehyun follows you to the kitchen. “flirting my ass. maybe if you payed more attention to me tonight i wouldn’t have to sit and talk to our waiter about my shitty day!”

“sorry, you never want to talk to me about your day and how you’re feeling?” he watches you open the cabinet and pull out a wine glass. “oh, please. you never have time to listen to me.” he then follows you to the wine cellar where shelves of bottled wines were neatly stacked.

“probably because i’m a busy ceo working constantly to provide for this family.” you pick a bottle and you head back to the kitchen with jaehyun blabbering behind you.

jaehyun hums, leaning his hip against the kitchen counter. “mm, you probably didn’t notice because you were too busy flirting with that asshole but he spilt my drink on my pants— this suit was $900.”

“i work just as hard as you and i always find the time to listen to how your day was.” you say slamming the bottle on the counter. “so don’t you dare use work as an excuse, jaehyun.” your eyes glare up at his as you pop the bottle open.

“and yes, i saw what happened with your wine.” you pour the red wine until it reaches the top.

“yeah?” he smirks, “well, don’t use a shitty day as an excuse to flirt with our waiter, y/n.” you groan, rolling your eyes.

you and jaehyun were too busy arguing to notice jen leaning her hip against the counter.

“it’s not a fucking excuse, jaehyun. i had a horrible day at work and you didn’t have the heart to ask about it. at least i ask about your day, you stuck up piece of shit.” you spit in a shaky tone, anger flared in your eyes.

jaehyun presses his lips together when hearing your angry yet calm tone. he watches as you bring the glass up to your lips, not a small sip but two big gulps.

“my love, let’s calm—?” you smack his hand after he attempts to take the wine glass away from you.

you sigh, licking the sweet bitter taste off your top lip. your wine glass now on the counter.

you turn your head to jaehyun, eyes watery. “next time, don’t accuse me of flirting with our waiter when all i was doing was having a conversation.”

you instantly melted as jaehyun brought his arms around you, your head digging into his chest as he holds you closely.

“is she crying?” jen questions, tilting her head and squinting her eyes.

“i wasn’t.. flirting.” you hit his side with your fist.

“i know, baby.” jaehyun presses a firm kiss on your head.

“i wasn’t flirting with him.” you repeat this time crying softly. body shaking against his as you cry silently.

jaehyun shushes you, swaying the two of you side to side as he comforts you. “i know, baby. and i’m sorry. i falsely accused you because i was angry.”

you press your palm on his chest and you pull away, makeup smeared on his tux. “fuck your.. $900 suit. we can always get you a new one.” you say yanking his tie. “but this one fit perfectly.” he slightly frowns. “well, we can go to a professional who’ll take your measurements and will make you your own personal suit.” he lets out a soft laugh.

“i like that idea.” you lean up and you give him a kiss on his perfect lips. “good. now go upstairs and change. i can feel the wine is getting sticky.” he laughs and nods, dragging you with him to the bedroom.

“that was it?” jen questioned hopping off the counter and scoffing. “boring.” she sighs going back to the living room and plopping herself back down on the couch.

[akisangell]

Out Of Time

Contents- Mentioned smut, angst, character death, canon compliant (kinda) 

Fandom/Character- Chainsaw Man, Aki Hayakawa

WC- 1,327

Timing was never going to work out well in Aki’s favor. He knew that much once he started working for Public Safety. He was never going to live the long and fulfilling life that he had once dreamed of in his youth. He was going to die soon.

Aki would never allow himself to open up to anybody due to this, he didn’t want to form a connection just to be pulled away from it at the drop of a pin. There was still yearning in his chest anytime he saw happy couples walking down busy roads, giggling amongst themselves as they held hands, navigating their way through the city with one another.

He simply just chose to believe that he would live out the rest of his days in the same pattern that he had grown accustomed to. Wake up, sit on his balcony with a nice warm cup of coffee and a cigarette placed neatly between his fingers before going inside to wrangle Denji and Power to the best of his abilities.

He still remembers when you had just recently joined Public Safety, being left in his hands in order to show you how things were done. He had brought a complaint forward to Makima, questioning on why he always got stuck with the new members, but she quickly shut him down by simply saying that he was the only one who could do the job right.

He knew better than to argue with Makima, so there he was, walking down a busy street with you trailing behind him after finishing up for the day. He’d be lying if he tried to say that he wasn’t drawn to you as soon as his eyes fell upon you. Everything from the way your eyes met his, full of confidence, all the way down to your stance, not slouched or showing any sort of apprehension as he addressed you for the first time.

You were pestering him with questions the entire journey, ranging from basic questions to try and get to know the quiet man, all the way to how he started working for Public Safety. Aki gave nothing more than quick, small answers to your questions, much to your dismay.

He did feel bad at his lack of answers, turning around and noticing that your energy had died down, your incessant questions coming to an end as you fell into silence, not wanting to bother him anymore. Aki paused, turning to face you as you nearly smashed into him, too lost in your head to notice that he had stopped. “You alright” he asked you, his tone flat as always as he looked you up and down.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, stepping back from him and looking down at your feet, embarrassed with the fact that you were letting something as trivial as this get you down.

Aki let out a sigh, causing you to raise your head and look at him. “C’mon. I know you wanna talk, we can go back to my apartment in order to do so. Denji and Power will be out for the night so they won’t bother us.”

You simply nodded your head, following behind him as he led you to his apartment.

That was nearly three months ago, now. As hard as he tried to keep himself as closed off as possible towards you, he would always falter. The way you would look at him wide eyed and attentive anytime he spoke, giving you few details of his life made him feel as if he could spill his whole life story to you.

He didn’t know how simple conversations taking place late into the night over coffee growing cold and cigarettes burning led to you  straddling his lap, your lips locked with his as small whimpers left your mouth.

Aki always swore that he wouldn’t open up to anybody, oh but how you molded perfectly against him while you were under him, body writhing as he slowly fucked into you, soft whispers of praise being muttered into your ear as he coaxed you towards another orgasm.

The usually stoic man was absolutely smitten with you, waking up to the smell of breakfast wafting into his room from the kitchen in the mornings after you’d spent the night. The way you were always able to get Denji and Power to calm down enough to act like regular people for once.

You were the light that was shining in the shadow of his short life. Going through the motions of domestic bliss with you before heading off to work, you helping him out with chores around his apartment. You rarely left his side, causing everybody that you both knew to shoot small glances, most surprised that he had actually let someone through his cold demeanor.

The day he told you that he wasn’t going to live much longer was a solemn day for you both. Aki fully expected you to take in the news and decide that you didn’t want to be with him anymore, not wanting to be with someone who couldn’t give you the life you deserved.

Oh was he surprised when you pulled him into his arms after you told him, whispering sweet words to him as he allowed himself to cry for the first time in years. He remembers you running your hands through his hair as you promised him that you would be with him till the end, the knowledge of his early death not changing how you felt about him.

He helped you as much as you helped him. Whenever you had a rough day at work, he was always there to massage away the pain and run you a hot bath, joining you and scrubbing off all of the dirt and blood, gentle traces of his fingers against your spine when he was done, trying to get you to relax further.

When he would carry you to bed after those baths, wrapping you up in his blankets before laying next to you, wordlessly pulling you into his arms, hugging you as close to his body as he possibly could. He never wanted to let you go.

Aki remembers the first time you told him that you loved him. The two of you were laying in bed after having another long talk on his balcony, your head on his chest as he ran his fingers through your hair, something he did often after you let it slip that you loved the feeling.

You had raised your head, the movement causing him to look down at you. He could see it in your eyes before you even told him, he felt his heart burst as soon as you murmured the words I love you. He pulled you in closer, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before telling you that he loved you too.

The time you had spent with Aki was short, but it was so sweet. You found yourself at his gravestone every year on the anniversary of his death, a pack of his favorite cigarettes and a bouquet of his favorite flowers in your hand.

You’d sit there for hours, talking to his grave, a lit cigarette in hand as you told him everything new that was going on in your life.

You never did take on another lover, despite Aki telling you to go find yourself a new happiness once he was gone. He wanted nothing more than you to move on, to find someone who could shower you with the love you deserved until your last day on Earth.

The time you spent with Aki was short, but you knew in your heart that nobody could compare to him. The two of you were simply out of time, but you would never regret your time with him, nor would you ever try and seek out someone new.

You were the love of Aki’s life, and he was the love of yours.

[spacelazarwolf]

Tw for te/rf rhetoric/beliefs. Apologies in advance for how long this is lol.

I wasn’t fully in the terf cult, Ive maybe talked to one terf and then backed out when she gave me really sketch vibes about how she felt about trans men (which I wasn’t, but it felt predatory and gross and I didn’t wanna be around it). but I did fall into kink-critical radical feminism when I was a teenager because my trauma around patriarchy and extreme discomfort around any nuance within sexual dynamics made kink critical conversations feel sensible. Like of course I should be critical of kink that can take advantage of and abuse consent and condition you to let awful degrading things happen to your body under the guise of consent because the person doing that to you has no reason to be turned on by your powerlessness and if you get off on that, you’re someone we should be concerned about. I was seventeen.

Kink-critical turned into, very quickly, “if you were raised as a man/amab, you’re dangerous to women/afabs because of that gender power differential in patriarchy” which turned into “it’s pretty suspicious that trans women want an opt out of being misogynistic and sexually exploitative towards afabs” because it’s “okay now that she’s a woman” which turned into “trans men Are men but they’re still afab which means they’re basically just women still” (but not in the cool bigender way, but in the gross terf way). This didn’t happen perfectly chronologically or linearly.

While I never misgendered a trans woman and never wanted to take away their rights or ever believed she was a man invading women’s spaces, that conditioning still stuck and I’m still trying to unlearn it and it’s still really hard to undo all that programming. These days, I still have to catch myself all the time. It really seeps into you if you’re not careful. And it all started with someone validating my trauma around consent and patriarchy at 17. Terfs and radfems do not have good intentions, but their words look pretty if you’re not careful. Even if they don’t start off believing trans women are predatory evil masterminds. You cannot always trust your gut instincts about certain things because your gut instincts were not formed in a vacuum devoid of biased conditioning and if they can validate one (understandable) concern you have, they can turn that against others and they will.

It isn’t your fault if they target you but it is your responsibility to make sure you hold yourself accountable for the choices you make from then-on. Being a victim is, surprise, not mutually exclusive from holding bigoted behavior that needs to be checked. But we also need to stop alienating every single person who isn’t pure of heart and mind and soul because literally nobody is. Sorry for the ramble.

yup, like at a certain point you have to sit with yourself and figure out: do you want there to be less bad people or do you want to hate the bad people? which option will cause you less pain in the long term? the answer is probably there being less bad people. and this is where internet 'i don't owe you emotional labor' activism has really fucked us over. because should marginalized people have to sit there and explain to their oppressors why we are human beings? absolutely not. but will we have to do that sometimes if it means they get deradicalized and join the fight for liberation? yeah. and obviously, when possible, it should be allies doing this work. but sometimes you're gonna have to get your hands dirty and it's gonna suck. but sometimes you are going to change someone's mind, and it will be worth it.