#because when dream is annoyed/amused he's REALLY funny.

[simplepotatofarmer]

like, despite laelaps genuinely being nervous about techno figuring out who he really is, he absolutely feels some kind of glee at knowing he's annoying techno as much as techno annoyed him.

[slutforsjy]

“Can I be Layla’s Mom?”

Synopsis: You made Jake mad (?) and uncomfortable with your banner, so he invited you backstage to talk about it 😇

Genre: SMUT!

Pairing: Idol!Jake X Engene Fem!Reader

Warnings: Making out, blowjob, deepthroating, cum eating, spit kink, grinding, almost sex, pervert jake, nasty jake, dom jake, PURE FILTH!

Word Count: 3k +

a/n this is my first time writing pls bare with me 😭 also eng is not my first language so….rb and comment if you enjoy it 🥰

You and your friend, swept up in the pulsating energy of the crowd, singing along with your favorite group, etching memories that will forever linger in your mind. The venue is a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds, with flashing lights illuminating the stage and electrifying the atmosphere.

Attending a concert had always been a dream, lured by the promise of electrifying vibes, enchanting ambiance, and the palpable connection with the performers, especially your favorite, Jake.

There were so many banners and signs around for enhypen to read and yours were the one that caught the attention of the members.

It says….

“JAKE! CAN I BE LAYLA’S MOM?” with a picture of him and Layla that he posted on twitter.

For the rest of the members they thought it was funny, but for Jake, it sparked a different reaction. The moment he saw you waving that banner, it was at first funny to him at least, until his gaze traveled from your face down to your tight ass dress pushing your breast out a little bit, his reaction shifted.

You tried to catch his attention more as you started jumping, shouting, singing, and dancing not knowing how your boobs wiggle in front of him. His jaw clenched at the sight and you didn’t miss the way he licked his lips. Of course, your fans around you went crazy duh 🙄 but for you? you can’t seem to read what was that expression.

As the concert drew to a close, with each member delivering their heartfelt messages to the crowd, your eyes remained fixated on Jake. When he finished speaking, you seized the opportunity to capture his attention once more, by showing him your banner. However, instead of amusement, you sensed a flicker of irritation in his demeanor. You saw him cock his head looking annoyed by your actions as he diverted his gaze over to the other side of the stage and started waving at the fans instead.

You got worried, fearing that your playful gesture may have crossed a line and maybe it’s not an inappropriate banner for you to show him in the first place. But you just shrugged it off as you put your banner inside your bag and just enjoy the rest of the concert.

Everything inside the venue happens so quickly, and clearly, you don’t want to go home especially that your bias is mad at you. During their encore, you never miss a time when jake steals a look from you. He would look at you with a sharp eyes and then look at somewhere else when you catch him looking directly at you.

At this point you are so worried maybe because you truly made him uncomfortable with that stupid banner.

You’re so stupid!

Consumed by guilt and disappointment, you didn’t enjoy the rest of the concert. You really feel like crying, wanting to apologize to Jake which makes it worse as the thought of never meeting him again hits you and you’re never gonna have a chance to tell him that you’re sorry.

Once they bid their final goodbye, a wave of melancholy washed over you watching how the stage slowly closes hiding the seven most precious human beings for you.

“Bitch what was going on with you and jake?” you were jolted by your friend’s sudden question

See? Your friend noticed it too!

“Right? I really don’t know what I did wrong” you screamed, the weight of uncertainty pressing upon you.

“Dude he stares at you like he’s going to kill you” she says jokingly, attempting to lighten the mood.

“Damn! maybe i made him uncomfortable with my banner” your friend nodded noting how you didn’t use your banner at the latter part of the concert.

For the record, it wasn’t your intention to make anyone uncomfortable especially Jake, you made it for fun! even you friends and the other members find it funny. How is it not funny for Jake too!

As the crowd dispersed, your friends lingered for a final photo, offering a brief distraction from your swirling thoughts. Lost in the digital snapshots of the evening, you were startled by an unexpected interruption.

“Excuse me” he says tapping your shoulder.

You thought it was another engene asking you to take a photo of them but to your surprise you saw what is written in his shirt.

‘STAFF’

“Uhm sorry we’re actually done taking photo, we’ll head out quickly after this” you smiled at him.

You are about the go out of the venue when he calls you again.

“Uhm actually someone wants to see you…… at the backstage” You are so shocked and confused.

“W-what? Why?” your asked nervously

“Just go there, he just wants to talk to you” he then walked away shooting you a smile afterwards

“He?” both of you exclaimed

“Girl what the fuck is goin~?!” you cut your friend off and went immediately to follow the staff

You left your friend there and just shouted to her to just meet you at the hotel.

You’re so nervous walking towards the staff in front of you as he pointed at the door telling you to go inside.

Stopping in front of the door, heart racing, thinking if you should go inside or not.

Just by looking at the door, you think it is a storage room or whatever. You spent few minutes guessing what or WHO could be inside this room.

Once you got the courage to open the door, you were so shocked from what you see.

There you saw Jake,

manspreading, both arms on the head rest of the couch, staring at you with a smirk on his face, eyeing you up and down while licking his lips.

Wearing his soundcheck outfit earlier!

Your knees started trembling, seeing those gaze he gave you earlier at the stage as you nervously averted your gaze to look around the small room.

But this isn’t the time to be nervous, and so you brushed off your own thoughts and say hi and tell him how he did well.

“Hi Jake, i really enjoyed the concert, i can’t believe you called me i~” you were cutted as you heard him speak by his deep voice with thick accent

“come here” he commands while tapping his thigh

You blinked for a while as you look at him confused

“i said come here” his tone is very commanding and scary

You slowly walk towards him and he immediately grabbed your wrist and draw circles on it using his thumb

“so…” he paused looking at you directly in the eye

“you wanna be layla’s mom” that devilish smirk perked up on his beautiful lips once again

You gulp nervously at the question you knew that this was about the banner

“look Jake im sorry i didn’t mean to make you~” he shush you

“you know how hard it was for me to hide a fucking boner?” he raised his eyebrows at you

“what?” you ask sincerely looking at his bulge

He took your hand once again and guided it to palm his hard cock through his pants.

“JAKE!!” you shouted his name and step back a little bit taken aback from what he did.

GOD IT’S HUGE 😭

He smirked again from your reaction as he let go of your hands and quickly removed his glasses and leather jacket leaving him only with tank top perfectly flexing his biceps and showing his toned chest through the tight material.

You tried not to look at his body but failed anyways

“So” he licked his lips and started placing both of his hands at the back of his head, spreading his legs even more to pull you closer to him.

Youur mouth waters from the sight alone and jake noticed it and smirked again for the hundredth time.

“To be layla’s mom, first you should know how to suck my dick” he looked up to you waiting for your response

Your eyes widened from what you heard.

“WHAT?!!” you’re so confused right now

“can you make me feel good” palming his hard cock through his pants, once again biting his lips, and winking at you. “I want someone who can take care of my cock too, you think you can do that?”

This is guy is so perv but you love it. It’s not all the time that you could suck a dick like jake’s 🤷‍♀️

You don’t know what’s going on with your mind as you nodded to him slowly kneeling down and you put both of your hands on either side of his thighs

“that’s a good girl” he said patting your head as he tucked your hair behind your ears

You can’t really talk right now. All you can think of is HIS cock and the taste of his cum.

Without any hesitation you immediately reached for his pants unzipping it in no time. He lifted his lower body so you could pull down his pants together with his boxers.

You gulped at the sight in front of you, it’s average in length but what shocked you the most is its thickness, it’s fat FAT!

You tried to scan his fat cock a little bit more as you also noticed how veiny it is. Well this isn’t so shocking for you because you see how veiny his hands are.

You can’t help but to lick your lips as you can’t really wait to savour his cock. You’re basically drooling over his cock. “you like what you see baby? why don’t you show me how you like it hmm?”

You wasted no time putting your pretty lips around the tip of his cock

You hummed as you try to please him with only the head

He leaned against the couch and put his hands at the back of his head

HE IS SO HOT! you were so turned on at the sight of him looking down at you with smile, biting his lips and his armpit on full display.

You try to taste every inch of his fat cock starting from the head, you started sucking it like your life depends on it. He guided your hands into his balls implying you to massage it.

He can’t help but buck his hips wanting to hit your throat immediately.

After a few minutes of sucking and licking just the tip you gave it a few more peck while looking at him still looking down at you with a smirk as he caress your cheeks

You tilt your head and work on the base of his cock this time. You gave it a long lick from his balls to the top of its head. You could literally feel in your tongue the bumps of his veins running through his cock. HE TASTES SO GOOD!

“baby i want more, please suck it more” he whined getting boring with your way of pleasuring him.

You got sad cuz you want to take your time, to WORSHIP his cock. But this isn’t about you, so upon hearing his words you’re eager to please him more, to SATISFY him.

You started by spitting on top of his cock as you locked eye contact with him. You saw him nodding at you flashing his eyebrows encouraging you to do more.

You worked your mouth down on his pretty cock reaching the back of your throat in one go earning a few cuss from his him.

“fuck that’s it, so fucking tight and warm ahh..” he grabbed the back of your head and pushed it down a little bit more.

He guided you as you bobbed your head up and down aggressively until you choked out loud, causing you to immediately pull his hands off of your head and let go of his cock for a second.

You looked at him with teary eyes, catching your breath, signaling for a pause.

“im sorry baby did i go too hard?” he asked while tracing your lips with the head of his cock STILL smirking.

“just a few more, i know you can take it” he leaned down to lick the corner of your lips where your saliva is dripping and asked “right baby?”

damn he’s so hot and nasty 😵‍💫 but you like it. You like how he’s being rough with you

“please” he says with puppy eyes

and who are you to ignore his cock?

“stick your tongue out for me please”

As the cock slut you are you stuck your tongue out as he placed his heavy cock on top of your tongue rubbing it slowly.

You both stayed like this for a while feeling the heaviness of his cock while he says a few reminders.

“when i cum down this mouth i want you to swallow all of it, understood?” you badly want to make this the best blowjob he will ever get, so you immediately lick the tip of his cock as a response while nodding

“fuck” he hissed at your actions and pulled you out of his cock by your hair and held your chin up

“you can’t wait huh? you really want my cum?” he says slapping his cock against your cheeks

All you can do is to nod at him, your eyes watching how he hits your face with his cock tapping it all over your face harder and harder spreading his pre-cum

He teases you like this for a few seconds as you go after his dick sniffing it and catching it with your mouth

He chuckles while looking at you so desperate looking like a dog going after its toy “Slut!” he slapped it one last time against your cheeks and started patting your head

“good girl, now open up i’ll go hard okay?” he stands up, forcefully gripping your jaw using his one hand and spat on your mouth which you gladly took and swallow like it’s yours.

“god you’re making me crazy” without a warning he shoved his cock all the way in to your throat. You looked at him with teary eyes while he harshly fuck your throat like there’s no tomorrow.

He pulls out for a second to give you a break as he pats your head and caress your cheeks “so good for me, taking me so well”

“please fuck my mouth jakey” you beg

“oh baby i will” you try your best not to choke as he picked up his pace this time. You gripped around his legs as a support as he uses your mouth like a flesh light with every hard thrust letting a sinful moans and grunts from him.

You keep sucking, using your tongue to rub the underside of his dick that's filling up your mouth. He pulls your hair again causing you to moan around his dick and you close your eyes, only to feel a slap on your cheek.

You open your eyes and look up at him to see him looking down at you with a frown, hand still on your jaw. " You're gonna keep looking at me got it?" He said, his thrusts never faltering. You hummed in agreement and his smirk returns.

“ughh fuck this mouth so good for me” he thrusts slowly but deeper this time angling his hips.

“you like this huh? such a good girl for me yeah?” he asked mouth wide open and eyes squinting as pleasure takes over his body.

You stay like that for a few more minutes, unmoving as Jake uses your mouth for his pleasure, swallowing saliva and precum, until you feel his grip in your hair get tighter and his thrusts gets deeper.

“Im close baby, remember what i told you?” he says as his speed increases, the sounds of you choking and gagging bringing his climax ever closer.

You felt him grabbed your head with both of his hands as his thrusts started to get sloppy and shallow indicating for him to reach his climax.

Hearing his sexy moans and gasps made your pussy clench around nothing. So you tried to reach for your pants and work your own orgasm.

Jake is too lost on his mind to even notice how youre trying to pleasure yourself. With that he just continues to punish your pretty little mouth mercilessly.

“ah fuck! fuck! fuck! im cumming, ah” he cried so loud enough for people outside the room to hear

With few more thrust he buried your head against his cock, the tip of your nose hitting his pelvis as he shoot his load to the back of your throat as you hollow your cheeks even more getting all the cum out of his cock.

You looked at him head thrown back, furrowed eyebrows, mouth wide open moaning out loud, body twitching, and gasping for air. His face says it all.

You felt his dick twitch one last time as he shots his 6th cumshot in to your throat, some spilling down your mouth.

He thrusts one last time to make sure all of his cum goes down your throat.

“fuck” he fell down the couch sweat all over his face looking at you proudly as you showed him how you eat and swallow all of his load~draining him.

“fuck i came a lot, didn’t I?” he moves closer to your face as he brought his thumb to wipe off the remaining of his cum on your chin and shove it back inside your mouth.

You hummed sucking his thumb while looking at him, your pussy is now forgotten as you came just from tasting his seeds.

“good girl” you’ve lost count on how many times did Jake called you that. It boosts your ego.

You started getting up on your knees, and grabbed your things, and the reality just hits you now. You can’t process what just happened “jake i have to go, thank y~”

You were cut off once again

“wait” you glanced over him as you see him get something from his bag

He walk over you still with his cock hanging between his legs and hand you a piece of paper~with his contact number written on it.

You find him cute on how he just stood there, smiling at you like a puppy as if he didn’t just choked your life out earlier.

He leaned closer to your ear as he grabbed the back of your neck and whispered something to you

“i still don’t know your name, pretty” he said in a flirty and sexy tone making you wet once again.

You were about to say your name when you felt him bit your ears.

“Jake uhmm wait” you tried to stop him as his mouth went its way down to your neck sucking it desperately.

“mhmm jake please” you cried tilting your head to give him more access to your neck

It took a while before jake got his senses back as he stared at the mark on your neck proudly with a smirk.

“so…how do you want me to call you baby” he looked at your eyes

“y/n” you said voice shaking

“what a sexy name” he says with a raspy voice squeezing your ass up pressing your clothed pussy on his once again hard cock

“feel that y/n?” you moaned as you feel his cock against you with your pants the only boundary. At this point, both of you are so hungry and desperate for each other. You follow the rhythm of his body, grinding against him.

He grabed you by your head and started lapping, eating, devouring, the entirety of your mouth almost licking all parts of your face. Making you gasp and open your lips for him. But he doesn’t gave you time to catch your breath as he pushed his tongue inside your mouth feeling him suck on your tongue harshly. You placed both of your hands on his shoulder as you try to kiss him back with the same intensity. You continued for a few more minutes exchanging salivas while still grinding against each other until you heard a knock from the door calling for Jake.

You pulled back from the kiss and saliva dripped down your lips but Jake is too quick to catch it with his own tongue. Licking your chin all the way up to the tip of your nose. He groaned, disappointment evident from his face.

“Damn baby you’re so hot, but i need to go” he said while putting his Calvin Klein underwear back on together with his pants.

“call me by the number i gave you…” he thrusts in to you one last time…

“Im going to MAKE you a mom” he whispers pecking your lips one last time

Leaving you dumb and speechless

Leaving your pussy dripping from your second orgasm

Leaving you wanting for more

Leaving you curious about his last words~

THE END

HI! OMG thank you for reading this! I hope you enjoy 🥹

[golden-barnes]

Operation get Mr Bucky and Momma together

Paring: Beefy and Teacher! Bucky x milf! reader

Summary: Bucky doesn't play favorites but Amaya is definitely his favorite, especially because her mom is hot.. Cue a 6-year-old trying to get Bucky to be her dad. {wc: 2.2k}

Warning: a bit of bucky being insecure but not that much, Karen parent being annoying, bucky is a fool but amaya is gonna fixed it.

a/n: I've been sitting on this for months but I had to step back from this account bc of everything. thankfully I finished this before my electricity went puff but not my best job. pls have mercy bc I'm rusty.

Part 2

Bucky knew there weren’t many male first-grade teachers. But honestly, it was his dream job. He was teaching the country's future and helping them become better people.

Also, 6-year-olds love him, especially with his fantasy land classroom he forced Steve to help decorate. Bucky loved being a teacher, and he loved his kids. Relatively easy to get up every day at 6 am when you love your job. 

That being said, he knows he shouldn’t have a favorite student. So it’s basically written in the teacher’s rule book. 

But Amaya was undoubtedly his favorite of his unruly kids. She was very spirited. Amaya loved helping out her classmates and talking to them. She was just the best student he had ever had.

She is amusing. Every day she comes to him with a story about her mom. Unfortunately, Bucky hadn't met her yet because she was busy with work. Still, he interacted with Amaya’s second contact, Natasha. 

At this point, Bucky feels like he knows her. How she likes tulips. Her favorite color is pink, which is Amaya’s favorite, but that’s a funny coincidence. He knows that Amaya and her mom go to the museum every week on the day they have special events for kids. Amaya’s favorite exhibit is the one about mythical creatures. 

“Momma likes the one with the paintings. She likes the one with the man who gives the girl a flower.” Amaya tells Bucky. Amaya always goes to Bucky’s desk after finishing her classwork because if she doesn’t, she distracts her classmates. Or give her classmates the answers, so this is the only way to keep her entertained. She always takes this time to draw something for Bucky to hang on his wall of drawings.

“Oh, Mister Bucky! Momma is going to come to pick me up today.” Bucky cursed mentally, completely forgetting today was parent-teacher conference. 

Talking to 6-year-olds was a lot easier than talking to adults. Especially when you are telling parents that their kids are having problems. The worst part of the job, honestly. If Bucky could just teach his kids, send letters to the parents, and never interact with them, he would. 

“Going to meet the elusive Miss (Y/N)?” Steve, his best friend, asked. Because of budget cuts, Steve was currently the art teacher for the entire school. Did he like it? Probably not having the kindergarteners put glitter in his hair, but he enjoyed a challenge. 

“Apparently,” Bucky mumbled, opening his lunch. Just a ham and cheese sandwich because he was running late.

“She finally showing up to a conference?” Sam asked, heating up his lunch. Sam was the history teacher for the 4th and 5th graders. He was also a pain in Bucky’s ass, but he decided not to think about it and focused on his incoming stomach ache. 

Fuck, now Bucky had to clean his classroom and prepare everything. What if one of those Karen parents shows up and starts complaining about stupid things? About how his classroom is Lord of the Rings theme and how that's bad for kids? Maybe about how he’s a male teacher? He is already spiraling.

“Oh, you are talking about Amaya’s mom? I met her when I was Amaya’s kindergarten teacher. She’s really nice and - “ Wanda started talking but was interrupted by her twin brother Pietro, the gym teacher. 

“She is also smoking hot. Like ultimate Milf in this whole school. ” He comments, which makes Bucky feel even worse because how will he talk with a pretty girl? He hasn’t done that since college. 

Wanda rolled her eyes at her brother and sat down next to Steve to eat her lunch.

“You’ll be great though, Barnes. She’s really nice, and you are a great teacher, so you won’t have any problems with her.” Wanda reassures her coworker. Bucky takes a deep breath and takes another bite off his sandwich. 

“And I still  believe my son should be seated in the front.” Mrs. Robinson complained, which she had been doing for the past hour and a half. Going past the hour dialogue they are supposed to be having. But since Amaya’s mom is running late.

“Mrs. Robinson, I understand, but some kids in the classroom require specific accommodations. Because of that, the entire front row is taken. So I can’t sit Tommy in the front. “ Bucky explained for the 10th time. Mrs. Robinson just rolled her eyes and huffed. 

Before she could complain again, someone knocked on the door. A woman in formal and professional clothing stepped into the classroom. Amaya popped into the classroom with the brightest smile.

“Mister Bucky! I brought Momma!” She screamed excitedly. Amaya’s mom tried to quiet her, but from Bucky’s experience, Amaya is impossible to corral. 

“Well, Mrs. Robinson, my 4 o'clock is here.” Bucky said nervously, trying to politely kick out Mrs. Robinson and her big-ass attitude. 

“We could discuss this further in another parent-teacher conference.” It took everything for Bucky not to roll his eyes. Fucking self-observed parents think their children are the only ones that matter, Bucky thinks to himself.

“Sorry for my tardiness; I got held up at work.” Amaya’s mom apologizes. Woah, she really is pretty, Bucky thinks.

“Don’t worry, Mrs. (Y/L/N).” Bucky says, trying to catch his breath. 

“Please call me (Y/N).” She smiled sweetly at Bucky. Bucky gulped.

“Let me get to the point; Amaya is a fantastic student. One of the best. She is above her group’s reading level. She writes pretty clearly for her age. No complaints from me; whatever you are doing at home is workin’.” Bucky explained, (Y/N) smiling at her daughter, who was too entertained with Bucky’s snowball on his desk. 

“Thank you, but I can’t take that much credit. Maya absolutely adores you.” Bucky blushes at her praise. 

“She’s a good kid; it’s easy to teach kids like her.” Bucky praised Amaya, who was surprisingly quiet. Which would scare Bucky because if there’s one thing he learned from teaching first graders is that quiet means trouble. But he dismissed it because she wouldn’t do anything wild with her mom right next to her.

“Thank you, Mr. Barnes, for everything. With getting a new job and having to provide for my family, you’ve literally given me so much peace.” (Y/N) leaned in closer. 

“If I am being honest, I was worried about ‘Maya’s performance at school. “ She whispered, but Bucky gave her a reassuring smile. 

“Amaya, could you please give these papers to Mr. Rogers?” Amaya nodded and grabbed the papers Bucky had handed her. Then, Bucky sent a text to Steve telling him to keep Amaya out of his classroom to talk to her mom.

“I haven’t noticed a difference in her behavior if that makes you feel any better,” Bucky reassured her. She sighed.

“I am worried about her. Ever since she was born, her dad has been in and out of her life. Now he has disappeared for good. Amaya has been acting like it doesn’t bother her, but no first grader should hide their feelings.” She confesses. Bucky wants to do two things. 1) kick Amaya’s father for being a piece of shit and abandoning such a precious child and her mom. And 2) himself for getting excited by hearing that (Y/N) is single. He can already hear his mother chastising him.

“I’m so sorry to hear that (Y/N).” Bucky said earnestly. She just shook her head.

“It’s okay. Any advice for me?” She said in a joking tone, trying to alleviate the tension. Bucky lets out a nervous chuckle. 

“Just keep being there. In my experience, being present and making the child feel like they have a support system is the best way to help them during this difficult time.” Bucky smiled at her. 

“Thank you. See you on Monday?” (Y/N) said, getting up from her chair.

“Yes. Definitely.” Bucky felt his heart beating at a faster pace. 

This school year was definitely going to be interesting. So Bucky thinks, watching Y/N walking out of his classroom.

What Bucky doesn’t know is that Amaya plans to make life more enjoyable. She was supposed to be sleeping, but she heard Auntie Tasha’s voice and decided to say hi.

“Nat, you could’ve warned me, you know!” (Y/N) explained. Natasha laughed, handing her best friend a glass of wine. 

“He is hot, isn't he?” Natasha grins. Amaya looked at her mom, who had a goofy smile. She has never seen her mom with a smile like that. 

“Ridiculously hot. And his eyes? Nat, his eyes are just so gray. I almost spilled my entire life story right there and then.” (Y/N) groans. Natasha just laughs.

“It should be illegal to have a first-grade teacher look that hot.” (Y/N) added, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

“Just wait till you see him in casual Fridays. That man looks excellent in a Henley. “ Natasha joked, but that seemed to disturb (Y/N) even more. “Look out ‘Maya you might have a new daddy.” 

What auntie Tasha said made Amaya think. Mister Bucky was her favorite teacher, and she wished her momma would be happy. Them together would mean that she would have Mister Bucky around forever, and Momma would be happy and have a goofy smile like that forever. 

That’s when Operation get Mr. Bucky and Momma together was born. 

Every day after finishing her classwork, Amaya would go to Bucky’s desk and talk to him. Most of the things she said were little seeds to push him to get close to her mom.

Today was different; Amaya’s patience was thinning. A week passed, and every day when her mom would pick her up, she saw the googly eyes her mom and Mister Bucky were giving each other. It’s time for the big guns, Amaya thought.

“Mister Bucky, do you have a dad?” Buck was shocked at Amaya’s question. 

“Yes, I do.” Amaya sighed dramatically after hearing Bucky’s answer. 

“I don’t… I wish I knew what that was like.” Bucky’s heart broke hearing that. Amaya had her head down, but Bucky couldn’t see her smirk. 

“You will one day. I promise.” Bucky knew he shouldn’t say that but wanted to uplift her and give her hope.

“Hey, Mister Bucky, maybe you could be my dad!” Amaya said, doing a complete 180 in her demeanor. Bucky almost spits out his coffee, and he starts to cough. But unfortunately, he fell right into Amaya’s trap.

“I don’t know about that, Amaya,” Amaya smirks. 

“But Mister Bucky, momma already likes you. You would be a great dad.” Was it embarrassing for Bucky that his 6-year-old student was trying to hook him up with her mom? Maybe but hearing that said mom liked him did give him a bit of an ego. 

“Really?” Amaya nodded enthusiastically. 

“She said that she really likes your eyes.” Amaya admitted. Bucky knew he shouldn’t be asking these questions. If Sam knew, he wouldn’t hear the end of it. 

“Is there anything else she said?” Bucky asked, acting casually as if a 6-year-old was gonna read his body language. However, Amaya is too smart for her own good. 

“I heard her telling Auntie Jen that she liked it when you wear red shirts.” Bucky made a note to buy more red shirts after school. 

“Is your mom going to pick you up today?” Bucky asked; Amaya nodded. 

“She said we were going to the mall today,” Amaya explained. She could feel her plan working, but who knows? Grown-ups were weird.

Bucky’s heart needs to catch a break. That being said, seeing (Y/N) every afternoon, his poor heart won't be getting any. Especially when she came in with her lawyer suits. It was like a punch in the gut. 

But what really hit him like a punch in the gut was what Amaya said when her mom came to pick her up.

She grabbed Bucky’s hand and pulled him towards her mom, who was waiting outside the classroom. 

“Momma, Bucky said he would be my daddy.” Amaya said with the biggest grin. Bucky choked on his own saliva and started coughing. While (Y/N) just started laughing. 

“Did he now?” (Y/N) asked her daughter, that was excited that her plan “worked.” 

“I- uhm. I didn’t say that she took it out of context. But, I mean- I” Bucky’s ramble was interrupted by (Y/N).

“It’s okay, Mr. Barnes. I know how Amaya can be. Don’t worry.” Bucky sighed out of relief. 

“Mommaaaaa…” Amaya whined; her mom just rolled her eyes. 

“Yes, ‘Maya?” (Y/N) asked in a snarky tone. Amaya signaled to her to lean down. Amaya whispered something to her. (Y/N) giggled with her daughter. 

“Mr. Barnes, would you like to go out for coffee someday?” (Y/N) asked, Amaya still giggling behind her mom. 

“I would love to.” Bucky said, which caused Amaya to do a little victory dance in the back. As if nobody could see her. (Y/N) turned around and laughed at her daughter’s antics. She pulled something out of her jacket, a piece of paper.

“I have to go, Mr. Barnes. Sorry for my little troublemaker.”She said, handing him the piece of paper with her personal phone number. Bucky was confused.

“What is this for?” Bucky asked, utterly confused about what this meant. 

“For whenever you would like to get that cup of coffee.” She told him, grabbing Amaya’s hand and walking towards his card. 

Bucky felt his cheeks heat up. He might admit that Amaya was his favorite student, even if she played matchmaker. 

He looked down at the card. Oh, he is gonna call.  

[nothomegal]

"Safe and sound"

(Pyramid Head x GN Reader)

Summary: after being caught and claimed by the executioner, Silent Hill became a rather tranquil for you. However, a one particular entity, or rather entities, of this town kept bugging you anyways... Pun no intended.

Warning: mention of bugs and/or insects crawl on (Y/N)(?)

World count: 1.2k (kinda short ik hshalsdha)

(sorry if this is freaky, but I literaly dreamed about something similar and I just had to write it down hahdajkdha)

Waking up in this place is a bittersweet experience, on one hand, it's nice to wake up with some extra energy to tolerate the surrounding nonsense, but on the other one, it hurts and sucks to realize that one is still trapped in this hellhole. And today, (Y/N) woke up with the negative thought, but the sight of the broad muscular chest of their lover made their 'morning' a bit better, and also more flustering.

The shift from sleepy and grumpy to shy and akward seemed to amuse the beast, as he let out an low rumble, which resembled a purr.

—"Y-Yeah yeah... Good morning to you too."— you say a bit shy, looking away and gripping his clothes.

Though they don't look away for too long, because soon a large hand grabs their jaw and moves their head just enough for Pyra to see their face. Oh how much he adored that flustered and innocent expression of theirs, a great contrast from the faces of pain and horror he've seen on his daily basis before meeting (and then pursuing) (Y/N).

The mentioned person simply stares back at his massive metal helmet, slowly and involuntarily melting into his warm touch.

—"Do you really like to stare at my face so much?"—

As an answer, Pyra gives them a little squeeze on their cheeks and let out another low amused purr when (Y/N) tries to pull away.

—"He-Hey! Nyo, shtop!"—

Pyra messes with them for a bit longer, clearly enjoying to see them getting upset as they speak funny. This little playfight ends up with the beast wrapping his arms around his little human and pulling them back against his torso, letting them know that he's not ready to let them go, not just yet.

(Y/N) simply sighs and accepts their fate, this is still better than having their face licked and end up with saliva all over it. They start to get comfortable but...

—"Ah...- Aah-!"— you yelp suddenly as your body shivers violently.

Pyra instantly let go of them, allowing (Y/N) to sit up and put their hand underneath their shirt to then pull it out, holding...

A creeper.

That goddamn stupid roach-

—"AGH! For fuck's sake!"— you exclaim as you throw the insect against a wall.

Call this animal cruelty or whatever, but when these little shits keep crawling under your clothes and shirt every damn time you lay down and doze off for a moment, one kinda becomes annoyed with it. And feel their insect limbs and scaly body cling and brush against your soft skin or make the low hissing noises whenever you try to pull them away is straight up disgusting! Ew!

(Y/N) then lift their shirt, to make sure they spot any sneaky ones, and of course there is another one because life sucks. Yet this one resulted to be more stubborn.

—"Ugh, just get off! Is there really no other creature whose warmth you could leach on?!"— you grumble angrily as you try to shake the insect away, yet it kept clinging to your sleeve tightly.

Thankfully their struggles didn't last long, a single growl from the massive beast was enough to set the little roach-like thing into flee, quickly crawling away from them and disappearing into a random crack on the wall.

After a second check and coming out clean, (Y/N) let out a relieved sigh as they fix their clothes a bit.

—"Thanks... Sorry for the yelling, but I'm just tired of waking up with these little shits on me."— you admit tiredly. —"I mean, I'm no snowflake and definetely can handle them crawling on me, but when they go under my shirt..."— you instinctively shiver after mentioning that.

Pyra does nothing at first, not even a movement or a sound. (Y/N) knows that sometimes he goes into this stiff position, and it never fails to kinda freak them out because it's impossible to tell if he's thinking or holding back his anger.

He eventually moves, which caused them to flinch a bit because it was way too sudden. Pyra then began to slowly uncover his torso by opening the upper part of his vest while (Y/N) simply stares at him with a confused and kinda concerned expression, oh god don't tell his possesion over them made him feel lustful again-.

Luckly, Pyra seems not interested in any heated activities (for now). He remains completely still again with his vest opened, revealing his torso all the way down to his toned and scarred abdomen as he 'stares' back at (Y/N), like expecting them to do something.

They remain quiet and hesitant, eyes flickering between his torso and his helmet until it finally clicks.

—"Hold up... You want me to get in there?"— you raise your brow.

A metallic clank resonated from Pyra as he tilts his helmet slightly, movement resembling a nod. (Y/N) blinks a couple of times before doing as told, they're not sure what Pyra's plan is but they won't question it, and if he wanted to take them he'd ripped off their clothes a while ago-.

They slowly slide inside of his vest, their body getting a little spine chill at the sudden warmth of the beast's bare skin, it feels even warmer when exposed. They settle down, their head resting on his chest and their body slightly curled in a ball. The monster then closes his vest, wrapping the clothes around (Y/N) and keeping it closed with his arms wrapped around their smaller form.

Do you know how an owner sometimes let their cat hand out inside of their shirt? Well this is basically the same, but instead of the owner and a cat, it's a giant piramid headed beast and his little lovely human (Y/N).

Despite how weird of an idea it may seem, this is incredibly comfortable and cozy, (Y/N) just can't help but to nuzzle into Pyra's chest as they let out a content hum.

—"Not gonna lie, that's a very clever idea."— you momentarily stop nuzzling, then give a small kiss on one of his pecs before comfortably settling in place again. —"Thank you, really."—

A pleased rumble resonated from Pyra's helmet, making his chest and (Y/N) vibrate a bit. They slowly start to doze off again, and the little gentle nuzzling from the beast against their back isn't making their task to stay awake any easier. The sound of his breathing also resulted incredibly soothing, the way his chest raise and fall with each large breath he takes only lulls them further into sleep.

They feel one large hand slide up and rest in the back of their head, pressing them further against him in a protective manner. They involuntarely smile, childishly grin at the though of them being the only living thing to ever witness and experience this side of the fearsome executioner, who will do anything to keep other creatures away from them, him being the one and only allowed to be this close to (Y/N).

A sane mind would tell that such obsession and posessiveness is absolutely awful, but who said (Y/N) is sane? They lost it the moment they accepted to be taken away by the monster, or maybe they never even had any sanity in the first place! Who knows? Who cares? They surely not, not when they can enjoy being in the beast's arms, bathing in his warmth, listening his heartbeat...

Being kept truly safe and sound.

[libraryraccoon]

How Amusing : Imposter ?

P1 -> P2

TW : Bad english, english isn't my first language.

Gender : GN

Pronouns used : They/Them

Info : The Reader amused finally having their fic !!

The life of the Creator wasn’t funny.

It was always the same, people recognizing them, talking to them, wanting their  attention..

All was made for them.

And they hated it.

They wanted to discover thing, meeting people like normal mortals do, they want to do chaos and have consequences for their actions.

Not being always prayed.

And one day, their dream come true.

<----->

They were at Teyvat, in their human form, when it happened.

Some soldiers (are they soldiers ? They look like soldiers, guards maybe ? The Creators can't really say from that far) of Teyvat, going after them and screaming to the imposter ? That they have take the appearance of their creator ? That they have to make them see him ?

And at that moment, two things struck them.

One, they called the creator a man, even though they had no gender. I mean, yeah, their human appearance looked like a man, a young one to be more precise, but they didn't have any reproductive organs. So even though they looked like it, they weren't a man, or a woman, because they don't have a reproductive organ. Or can they have a gender even without any reproductive organ ?

Well, anyways, they called the creator a man and they are not, so they aren’t talking about them.

And, two, imposter ?

They thought that them, The Creator of the universe, of the worlds, of Teyvat, are an imposter ?

How amusing.

In their 67 824 169 001 years, it’s the first time it happen !

To say the Creator was amused and intrigued by this fact would be an understatement.

It was their dream becoming true here ! Being called a human, a mortal !

Well, not really a human and mortal, an imposter, but imposters are mortals, so that mean that they saw them as a mortal in a way.

Well, looks like the Creator will stay a little longer at Teyvat than what they were expecting...

<----->

Being chase was the funnier thing that had happened to The Creator since a long time.

They were playing with their creation, appearing and disappearing in front of them, making the mortals chase them, annoying them, listening all their meetings about the Creator and the ‘imposter’ that they are.

It was so fun.

Especially because the Creator can’t be tired, so they can run fast and forever if they want, when the mortals can’t.

It was fun.

The Creator was happy, really happy.

Finally, their creation do something that they want really, and without asking it !

Teyvat was really a strange world.

In a good way.

<----->

Jean hated that imposter.

One month. The imposter come at Teyvat a month ago; they didn’t stop tracking him, as their dear creator had asked them, to capture the imposter and bring them back to him.

All Teyvat know that there is an imposter, they were all searching him. Except Aether.

Jean always respected Aether, but now that he think that this imposter is the real creator ? She start to hate him. Just like all Teyvat.

Aether was always seen with the fake creator, the two acting like olds friends.

Maybe Aether betray all of them by saying to one of his friend how was the creator, what he looked like, and like that they can replace their creator ?

It was possible.

Jean felt ashamed for trusting Aether. Paimon too, who had been much quieter since Aether's betrayal.

<----->

Aether always knew who was the real creator.

It was normal, it’s a feeling that all the travelers of worlds have, knowing who’s the Creator.

He try to say that they wasn’t an imposter, but The Creator stopped him, saying that it was 'funnier' like that.

So he didn't say anything, but he stayed with them for their safety. He didn't care what people thought, he had to stay by his creator's side, no matter what.

But, he wasn’t the only one to know who the Creator really was. The Hexenzirkel, RhineDottir, Celestia and Albedo know they are the creator.

The others descendants, that are in Celestia, also know it; actually they come back only for seeing them being ‘a little gremlin of chaos’, they words, not his.

But they do nothing except watching, after all they know the Creator don’t want them to interfere.

Even Aether isn’t always with them, knowing sometimes they want to do crimes alone.

Because, yes, the Creator was a criminal now.

Stealing, killing, being a spy in a way… But nothing bad. I mean, they killed the ped0 like Albert, so it was a good thing. They, Teyvat, should thanks them for that.

<----->

“Don’t you want to go somewhere else ?” ask Aether to the h/c haired.

“Why ?” ask the Creator. “Mondstadt is so cool and fun ! I mean, there is always people for chasing me. And their archon, Barbatos, is always funny to talk to.”

Oh, yeah, them and their ‘talk’ with Venti.. More like Venti trying to kill the Creator while the Creator makes fun of him and saying that he was weak, all in a humorous tone..

Yeah, his Creator was really different than what people expect.

“Yes, but Liyue is more fun than that ! There is adepts that can chase you for days without being tired !” said the blond.

“Really ?!” ask the energic one.

“Yep ! And it will be really sad to miss it.” Aether answer.

“Then let’s go to Liyue ! But before, a last chase at Mondstadt.” Said the creator before disappearing in the air, probably searching people that want to chase them.

Aether laugh a little, his Creator was a really a funny specimen, huh.

<------------>

I know Venti isn't weak, but for the Creator of the universe ? He is.

[wonwoonlight]

shiny star / yoon jeonghan

➝ Jeonghan x Reader

➝ shiny star!au // university!au // non idol!au // strangers to lovers // fluff // slice of life

➝ word count: 6.1k~

➝ inspired by: Shiny Star (2020) - KyoungSeo

➝ Shiny Star masterlist (can be read as standalone)

Seungcheol // Jeonghan // Joshua // Junhui // Soonyoung // Wonwoo // Jihoon // Seokmin // Mingyu // Minghao // Seungkwan // Hansol // Chan

➝warning: curses, food, this one is pretty much peaceful but reader is a little insecure towards the end, NOT PROOFREAD IM SORRY, also it's been so long since i write i feel like my ability is deteriorating sdjfhbjsdhf

➝A/N: happy birthday, han, i forgot ur bday is so close by so i literally finished this like 5 hrs before ur bday 😭😭 i hope you guys enjoy this and pls do tell me what you think about it &lt;3

널 좋아하는 내 마음이 표현이 안 돼

My feelings for you are hard to explain

꿈이 아니면 좋겠어 자꾸 웃음 나와

I hope it’s not a dream, I keep on smiling

When you first meet Jeonghan, you fall asleep on his shoulder on your way home.

You didn't sleep well the night before, having stayed up for a quiz that thankfully wasn't for nothing because you felt quite confident the moment you stepped out of the classroom.

That said, you still believe now that's the reason why you managed to somehow fall asleep on a stranger's shoulder on the subway. Like that's not embarrassing enough, you didn't even get to apologize properly because you woke up right after you missed your stop and you panicked, hurriedly stepping down the next one without missing the sound of airy chuckle from the man beside you.

He didn't even seem bothered, just very amused.

It’s definitely not the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you because the guy is totally not the most beautiful person you've ever encountered in your life (after Jisoo, that is).

Yep, not the case at all.

At least you can rest assured you would never see him again. He does look familiar for some reason, but you mix people up all the time and you're sure it's going to bite you back one of these days.

Unfortunately for you, when you’re finally about to forget the absolutely-not-embarassing-incident,  the universe decides it wants to to play a joke and you somehow do meet him again when you’re waiting for your subway home almost a month later.

You contemplate on thanking him, but, at the same time, you hope the ground would swallow you whole because the man is even more gorgeous now that you have the time to actually look at him. Like that’s even possible because you already think he was beautiful before and you didn’t even get to see him properly.

Fortunately for you (or not, you’re not sure), he looks your way and he raises an eyebrow at the sight of you; like he’s amused and like it’s some kinda game for him. To put it short, you’re annoyed. So you copy his action and the guy shamelessly grin at your acknowledgement.

Much to your horror, he comes closer and you have nowhere to go unless you want to make a scene, which really isn’t worth it. (Also, you may or may not enjoy the gist of attention he’s throwing your way.) He moves from his line to stand behind you, and the two of you unknowingly play the game of wits in silence.

Who’s going to make the first move?

The voice inside your head tells you to thank him, because it’s the decent thing to do and… you actually did have a good nap thanks to that episode; it was probably the most well rested 30 minutes nap you have ever taken in a subway. But, then again, you can just pretend you don’t recognize him and leave it that way. 

You jump at the arrival announcement, having been too deep in your thought that you didn’t realize you’ve been spacing out for almost 5 minutes already. You could’ve sworn you heard a chuckle quickly followed by a cough from the man behind you and you’re this close to asking him what it is he finds funny; but you have no proof he’s laughing at you and you do realize you’re probably way too conscious for your own good. 

Seriously, all this can simply be a coincidence and you’re putting meaning into nothing.

…or so you thought.

Because now that you’re inside the train, you’re sure this guy is definitely messing with you. There are plenty of empty seats in the subway but he decides to sit right beside you for some reason and, at this point, you feel like he’s taunting you and it’s annoying you inside out.

You considered telling him off, but he addresses you first and you’re annoyed for exactly two reasons: 1. His tone is annoying 2. Your heart actually skips a bit because he’s addressing you. 

God, are you that desperate for attention? You’re fully aware you’ve been whining to Jisoo about wanting a boyfriend way too much these days, but you need to get it together because this isn’t it.

“Gonna take a nap again today?” He grins, and you actually have to hold yourself back from rolling your eyes because this is your chance to finally thank him and you’re not gonna miss it now that the chance has presented itself.

“For the record, I slept late that night for a quiz, and I want to apologize and thank you for that day.” You managed to say it as calmly as possible despite your (mock) annoyance. The heat seeping up your neck is betraying you though, and you will your heart to calm down because it’s embarrassing to have a crush on him just because he’s bothering you (and because he looks like an angel).

Or perhaps you’re just in denial (not that anyone needs to know).

Unexpectedly, he shrugs and tells you it’s nothing, that you really did look tired and, as a university student, he knows exactly how it feels to be exhausted to the point of falling asleep on a subway.

“Plus, you’re Seungcheol’s friend, aren’t you?”

You blink in confusion, asking him how he knows your close friend or the fact that you’re his friend.

“I’ve seen you on his instagram. Plus, he talks about you and your friends a lot.” He shrugs nonchalantly, though he tells you he’s not actually sure until he gets a good look at you just now. “I’m Jeonghan, by the way.”

“Yoon Jeonghan? I think Cheol mentioned you and… uhh… Joshua? as a package usually.”

“Ah, I see my reputation has preceded me.” He grins in amusement, and you return the esture. How can you not realize he’s Seungcheol’s friend? That friend of yours has mentioned Jeonghan so many times even though usually it’s just him complaining that he’s being bullied by his two friends who're studying in another university.

Huh. Has Seungcheol never posted them on Instagram or are you just that ignorant?

You really would've known if Choi Seungcheol has a friend as beautiful as Jeonghan, but, then again, you suck at remembering people’s faces and you’ve never been really interested in what people post on social media so that might be why.

“Seungcheol complains about you and your other friend all the time,” you say before you know it and Jeonghan is more than happy to continue the conversation from there. 

If he’s being honest, Jeonghan isn’t sure either why he’s entertaining a conversation with a stranger–someone that accidentally fell asleep on his shoulder almost two weeks ago, someone that turns out to be his own best friend’s close friend.

He recalls Seungcheol talking about you, another girl called Jisoo, and a guy called Jinhwan; the small circle he has in university consisting of people he genuinely considers friends and would often hang out with even outside university. He has never really paid much attention when Seungcheol talks about his university friends, but now that you’re in front of him, he sees why Seungcheol seems to like you; he can tell you’re embarrassed as hell just a few moments ago, yet you still swallow it in to thank him and apologize for nothing at all.

It was pure spontaneity that drove him to mess with you, he was bored and you were there. He wasn’t sure you were going to recognize him, but he got his answer the moment he locked eyes with you and you challenged him into a stare down. That’s when he decided he’s going to annoy you; he’s in one of his weird moods, anyway. Else, he wouldn’t be finding fun talking with strangers.

“Oh!” You jump at the announcement, thankful that you catch it just in time. Has it really been thirty minutes already? “This is my stop.”

Jeonghan turns to the tiny screen announcing your stop and looks just as surprised. His stop was three stops ago. Did he really have that much fun talking to you that he forgot about it? Him? The one person always eager to go home?

It’s then that the train stops, the announcement once again broadcasting your stop and you pat his shoulder and wave your hand, telling him you’ll see him around before getting out of the train to wherever you need to be.

On the train back home, Jeonghan wonders if he’ll get to see you again.

A month later, Jeonghan still hasn’t had it in him to ask Seungcheol about you nor tell him about his encounter. He doesn’t even know why he hasn’t told him about it, but, then again, he’s never the type to talk about stuff like that and he knows Seungcheol would be suspicious which is just plain annoying.

But by the look of it, you probably haven’t told Seungcheol either because the guy definitely would’ve said something if you have. Wait. Why is he even thinking about this? Christ, he’s probably more bored that he thinks he is if his train of thoughts ends up there. Where on earth is Choi Seungcheol, anyway? The guy really told him to wait by the park of his university but has the audacity to not take his call when they’re supposed to meet fifteen minutes ago.

He’s about to get up and leave when he hears a familiar voice calling his name, your confused smile greeting him when he looks up, like you’re hesitant about talking to him.

“What are you doing here?”

“Seungcheol told me to meet him here,” he sighs, telling you he’s been there for fifteen minutes. Is it weird that he’s pleased you’ve made your way to sit beside him instead of standing around like you’re ready to bolt after making small talk? “Have you seen him? He’s not picking up my call.”

He can see something clicking in your head, and you offer him a small smile as you scrunch your nose like you’re about to deliver bad news.

“Well… Jisoo said he’s going to the library with his girlfriend?”

Frankly, Jeonghan would be annoyed as hell had he found out from someone else. But it’s you in front of him so he’s more intrigued about your presence despite everything.

“That ass,” he murmurs to himself. “He probably forgot he asked me to come here.”

“I can take you to the library if you want?”

“Mmm. What if you accompany me somewhere instead?” He asks, surprising himself. When has he ever just invited someone he barely knew out? “I actually went here to try this new cafe. I think Cheol wanted to see if he could bring his girlfriend there, so I’m going to piss him off by going there first because he bailed on me without saying anything.” 

You laugh at his suggestion, and then agree because you only have to finish an assignment that could probably be done in the cafe Jeonghan has just mentioned. You recognize the name, and as you both walk there, you tell him you’ve been meaning to try it also but never has the chance to because it’s either your party is too large that there’s no table, or something comes up when your friends ask if you want to come with.

Thankfully, there are still a few tables left when you arrive; all of them only fit for two people. This cafe is full of couples, you notice as you skim the cafe. No wonder it was hard to find a table when there were five of you.

“Welcome, how may I help you?” The cashier happily greets you both. Jeonghan asks for her recommendation as you flip through the menu, faintly, you hear him telling her he’s not too keen on something overly sweet. Her next question brings you to a stop though, and you almost choke on nothing if not for your pride. “Are you two a couple?”

“Why does that matter?” Jeonghan asks back, his voice far from hostile, just plain curious and full of questions.

“Ah, we actually have a seasonal couple set which includes tiramisu and a slice of lemon pound cake and two drinks of your choice. Those two are our best sellers and may fit your taste if you prefer something less sweet.”

Jeonghan asks if you want any of the two, and you shyly nod, having actually been eyeing the lemon pound cake since earlier. He bites a smile at the obvious shyness painted on your face and tells you to find a table as he finishes paying; you’re about to protest, but quickly swallows back your words when he suddenly gets close and whispers in your ear.

“We’re a couple, remember?” His soft voice tickles your hair, and you can feel heat creeping upon your whole face so you quickly nod and turn around to find a seat.

“Your girlfriend is very cute.” You hear the cashier say faintly when you turn around. Heart almost bursting into pieces at the soft chuckle Jeonghan offers her, and what he says after makes your face hot like it’s set on fire. I know, right? Don’t tell her I said that though. She hates it when I call her cute.

You’re still trying to calm yourself down when Jeonghan sits in front of you, and perhaps you look more flustered than you think because he immediately asks if something’s wrong. You shake your head though, because you definitely can’t tell him why and says that you were just spacing out.

“Did they say it’s going to take long?” Jeonghan shakes his head, then tells you probably ten minutes at most. “Do you mind if I finish my assignment? I’m about 90% done so I promise it won’t take me long.”

“Sure. Don’t mind me.” He shrugs. “I’ll just be with my phone.”

You send him a thankful smile, feeling a bit sorry that you’ve said yes to accompanying this guy you’ve met twice only for you to finish your assignment, But you’re feeling a little productive and you really only need to finish up and reread your assignment; you know yourself and you’ll probably be slacking off if you wait to go home to finish it. Plus, the cafe has a really nice vibe that helps you focus so there’s that.

True to his words, Jeonghan really doesn’t bother you at all as you busy yourself with your laptop, the small table barely even fitting, and he doesn’t look annoyed even the smallest bit when you check up on him from time to time; way too conscious about his presence until he tells you to just finish it quickly if you’re feeling that sorry for ignoring him. 

It’s twenty minutes later that you finally finish, making Jeonghan look up from his phone when you exhale a deep breath, close your laptop, and take the first sip of your peach tea.

“Finished?” He raises an eyebrow, about to make a joke about you ignoring him but decides against it when he sees how relieved you look when you say yes. “Is it a big assignment?”

“Yeah. Honestly, the first time I regretted taking a Master's is when the professor announced we have to do this assignment.”

“Are you in the same course as Cheol? I don’t think he’s ever mentioned.”

“Oh, no. We met during undergrads,” you tell him the short version of the story, about how you, Jisoo, Jinhwan, and Seungcheol ended up getting close with each other. That you’re grouped together for a group assignment during an elective subject and decided to hang out together ever since. “What about you?”

“Oh, I’m still not finished with my bachelor's degree.” His grin tells you it’s not something he’s ashamed of (why should it be?), and before you even ask, Jeonghan decides it’s cool to come clear with you because you don’t seem judgemental and he trusts Seungcheol in making good friends.

“I started university late because I wasn’t sure I wanted to pursue a degree. I was convinced I really didn’t want to when I saw Seungcheol and Shua’s studyloads, and I didn’t think a formal academic setting was for me, you know? I considered taking a course for licenses, but there’s nothing I was really interested in so, in the end, I decided to study business administration because I wanted to see how they’d teach such a subject.”

You’re not sure how to answer him, but the first thing that comes to your mind after listening to him is how much you respect someone like Jeonghan who learns just for the sake of learning. You study because it’s what’s expected of you. You’re taking masters because you’re not sure what to do after university, the real world scares you and your parents are more than willing to support you when you say you want to take masters. 

“So you took like two years off before going to university, yeah?” He nods, taking a bite of the cake in front of him. “What did you do during then?”

“This and that,” he purses his lips as he tries to remember if there’s anything interesting happening during that time. It hasn’t even been that long, but it feels so long ago for someone like him who rarely looks back on things unless it’s important. “I come from a place of privilege to be able to think this way, I admit, but I’ve always thought formal education isn’t important after high school. Even during school, I feel like we’re there to be proper people, you know? Learn how to place yourself in a mock society and do your responsibilities as students. There’s definitely more than formal education, but people are so fixated on it and it kind of saddens me that we live in such society.”

You continue to have a discourse about education for some reason, but it’s fun and you don’t regret bringing it up because Jeonghan seems to be just as immersed if not more. From all the topics you could’ve been talking about with the man in front of you, you never thought this would be the one you’re on when you agree to come with him.

He’s right though, and you feel admiration growing in you the more you listen to him talk. You’ve been talking to him for about an hour now, the topic moving into something else though it still doesn’t hide the fact that this guy is easily one of the smartest people you’ve ever met in your life. You see it in the way he proposes his argument, in the way he attentively listens to you and counters yours.

Hell, he’s probably even more perceptive and critical than half your class who are promptious kids taking a master degree and always belittling people who decide their bachelor is enough.

Currently, your topic has shifted way too far than the first one; the two of you busy arguing about whether it’s better to be really short or really tall. You’re trying to keep it cool, but you’ve found that Jeonghan has the ability to rile you up rather quickly and you’re this close to knocking his head because it seems like you two have reached that stage already.

It’s Jeonghan’s phone that cuts through your argument, and you both glare at the device, even more when you see Choi Seungcheol flashing through the screen.

So now he finally remembers he’s supposed to meet him?

Jeonghan rejects the call, and only then realizes that Seungcheol has sent me a few texts asking where he is and if he forgets that they’re supposed to meet up (the audacity). Jeonghan scoffs incredulously at the message, truly at a loss of words and shows you the text that you burst out laughing.

“I’m going to video call him. Move here beside me so he can see you,” Jeonghan mumbles and you happily follow through, always giddy at the prospect of annoying Seungcheol.

Not to anyone’s surprise, Seungcheol picks up immediately, already ranting about Jeonghan not showing up and all that while Jeonghan simply nods. He wanted to wait for his friend to finish before showing you and where the two of you are currently at, but Seungcheol doesn’t seem like he’s going to stop any time soon so he zooms out the phone and shows you beside him, which shuts up the older guy real quick.

“Hi!” You make a ‘V’ at the camera, only then realizing how close you are sitting to each other because your cheek bumps into Jeonghan’s shoulder when you’re trying to move closer so the camera can capture you, none of you answering him when he asks why the two of you are together or how you even know each other.

“We’re here, by the way,” Jeonghan talks over Seungcheol’s question, flipping the camera to show him the cafe which only makes the guy whine harder for obvious reasons. “Bye, Cheol. Sucks to be you.”

And he hangs up just like that, already waiting for Seungcheol to send him a bunch of messages because if there’s anything he knows about that best friend of his, he never lets things go just like that. True to his thoughts, his phone keeps on pinging with notifications, all from Seungcheol while you both laugh at the situation.

Your phone pings with notifications too, and you show Jeonghan the notifications because of course Seungcheol would text you too. You shake your head as you move back to your original seat in front of him, almost choking on air as you’re sure the texts Seungcheol sends Jeonghan and you are different.

[15:12] Cheol🎮: why are you with jeonghan????

[15:12] Cheol🎮: youre interested in him arent you

[15:13] Cheol🎮: theres no way you agreed to go with someone ALONE else

[15:13] Cheol🎮: you better tell me everything tmrw

“Did he send you anything weird?” Jeonghan asks, concerned at the way your eyes double in size.

“Oh, no. Sorry.” You pretend to cough, avoiding his eyes as you take another sip of your tea. “There was another text from my friend and… I just remembered I promised to meet him at 4.”

This seems to convince Jeonghan, or he’s just too nice to say anything about your shitty reason though it is true that you’ve just remembered you’re meeting Jinhwan in less than an hour.

“Oh, should we get going, then?”

“Yeah, I gotta go back home to put my books first.” You scrunch your nose in distaste, a habit that Jeonghan notices you often do when you’re conflicted at just about anything. “Right, how much did I owe you? We can just split the bill.”

Jeonghan shakes his head, telling you there’s no need because he’s the one that asked you out of nowhere anyway.

“What? No! Come on, just let me pay you,” you try to convince him but he doesn’t budge.

“Just buy me something else next time we see each other.” Jeonghan offers nonchalantly, making your thoughts spiral into whirlwind of scenarios. Is he really implying a next time? Why are you so giddy at the prospect of it? You don’t even have his number, for God's sake! “Which reminds me, can I have your number? Who knows if Seungcheol will bail again next time I come to your campus.”

Your head is already taking you everywhere as you type your number into his phone, wondering if he’ll text you first or he’ll really just call you around under the circumstances he’s already said earlier. But Jeonghan immediately texts you after he’s saved your contact, “so you have my number too,” he has said, way too casually for you to figure out if he wouldn’t mind you texting him just about anytime or what.

You don’t have it in you to ask too, too afraid to be perceived for some reason, so you say your bye because Jeonghan says he needs to drop by the convenience store while you go the other way around to the bus stop. He’s offered to walk you, but you tell him there’s no need and you don’t miss the way he softly tells you to be careful even if it’s still very bright outside.

The thought still lingers in your mind until later that night, your tendency to overthink stuff has brought you to ponder if you’re attracted to Jeonghan that way or, like you used to tell yourself, you’re just more lonely than you thought you were.

It’s the way your phone lights up that halts your thought, a giddy smile immediately breaks into your face as you see the text from the one person that you may or may not have been waiting for.

[21:22] Yoon Jeonghan: Thanks again for today! Had been quite some time since I found someone that could debate with me lol I’ll see you when I see you?

You inhale and exhale in exaggeration, scolding yourself right after for thinking about it too much. What’s so wrong about replying immediately? He’s just thanking you.

[21:25] Thank you also for paying!!! I’ll pay u back i promise

[21:25] Yoon Jeonghan has sent an image 

[21:26] Yoon Jeonghan: reminds me of someone who said being really short is better than being really tall lmaooooooooooooo

[21:26] FUCK OFF WE DO NOT DISRESPECT THE SHORT IN THIS HOUSE

“Seriously, why is everyone suddenly in a relationship?” Jisoo whines at the table, making her three friends all look up from their phones to see her. “See? All of you are too busy texting to realize poor Kim Jisoo is being ignored.”

“In my defense,” Jinhwan starts and puts his phone down. “I was texting my mom, not my boyfriend.”

“In my defense, my girlfriend was asking if you’re busy,” Seungcheol looks at her then shows her his phone that says exactly what he’s just said.

“And in my defense, I don’t have a boyfriend,” you offer your argument, ears getting hot because you were texting Jeonghan just a few seconds ago.

You glare when Seungcheol snorts at this, and Jisoo is quick to get into it because there’s no way Seungcheol would react that way if he doesn’t know anything. When she squints her eyes in suspicion, you insist that he’s just messing around and you really don’t have a boyfriend.

Jisoo rolls her eyes at this, not buying it but doesn’t want to push. She’s noticed that you’re sprouting the same look Seungcheol and his girlfriend did when they’d only started seeing each other, and she figures perhaps you are still in denial like they were even though it’s clear that you’ve been looking extra happy everytime you’re on your phone.

“Whatever. You’re still seeing someone,” she concludes anyway, not caring about your continuous denial. “Don’t you all have someone to introduce me to? I want to be in a relationship too if you’re all in one.”

“Soo, I told you I’m not in one!”

Seungcheol smiles annoyingly at you as something brews in his mind then he hums at Jisoo, all three of you already looking at him like you’re waiting for him to say nonsense.

“I might know someone,” he nods to himself, his eyes glinting with mischief finding yours. “There’s this friend I've known since I was a kid.”

Your heart drops at what he’s implying, though you’re really getting ahead of yourself because Seungcheol has a ton of friends. The guy is great at maintaining a relationship you’re not surprised if he’s still friends with his classmates from elementary school. But still, your mind wanders to Jeonghan as Seungcheol says this and you suddenly start picturing Jeonghan and Jisoo together.

They’d make a perfect picture, wouldn’t they?

A beautiful person with another beautiful person. Jisoo is easily the smartest person you know, which makes her a great pair for Jeonghan who’s also one of the smartest people in your life.

Huh.

They’d probably be together by now had it been Jisoo in your place that day.

You jump at the sound of your name, all of your friends looking at you in concern.

“You okay?” Jinhwan asks in concern. “You just… zoned out.”

“Oh… yeah, sorry.” You smile awkwardly, feeling bad for spacing out out of nowhere. “Didn’t sleep well last night. You guys were saying?”

“Do you have anything to do after class? I want to watch this movie if you’re down,” Jisoo repeats her question, her arms hugging yours. It’s a gesture she always does when she feels someone’s uncomfortable, something that she hopes would ease whatever’s bothering the other person.

“Ah…” You exclaim, Jeonghan’s text from earlier today floating in your mind. “I already have plans, sorry. You three can watch without me, though? I don’t mind. We can go somewhere else next time.”

They probably would’ve teased you and asked you about your plan if not for the awkward smile you’re sprouting, Seungcheol’s eyes full of concerns following you even after you excuse yourself first because your class is in another building.

You don’t even realize your stance doesn’t differ that much when you see Jeonghan, the guy immediately asks if you’re okay because you seem tense and your smile doesn’t reach your eyes.

“We can reschedule if you don’t feel like going anymore,” he reassures you, his fingers softly grasping your arm to let you know he’s really okay. “Or we can talk about it if you want to?”

You consider his words carefully, thankful that Jeonghan lets you think instead of making assumptions by himself. It’s been about three months since that afternoon you went to the cafe with Jeonghan, you’ve gone out together four more times since then and this would make the fifth one.

You don’t text everyday; sometimes you’d talk til late at night or sometimes you don’t talk to each other at all. But it’s so easy to talk with him that you both just randomly text each other when you feel like doing so.

It scares you.

It’s never been this easy to talk to someone, has never been this easy to get comfortable and now that Seungcheol has put the image of Jisoo and Jeonghan together in your head, you suddenly wonder if Jeonghan would still want to do this with you if he knew someone as capable as Jisoo is very much single and available.

You don’t even have it in you to be annoyed with Seungcheol.

“Can we… sit somewhere?” You say instead, if you’re going to talk about it, might as well do it somewhere comfortable.

Jeonghan looks at you in concern, but doesn’t ask until you’ve found a pretty quiet park nearby and decided it’s better to talk in an open space than a cafe with other people who might be able to listen to you.

“It’s okay too if you don’t want to talk about it,” Jeonghan starts for you, something in his heart hurts at the way you carry yourself small. “I’ll still be here with you. I know sometimes we just need someone next to us.”

“You know Jisoo, right?” You throw it out there and rip the bandaid at once, pretty much aware that your question sounds absurd. But Jeonghan nods a yes and you ask if he’s ever seen her.

“Umm. Only from Seungcheol’s instagram and yours. I’ve never met her in person though, why?”

“She’s very pretty, right?” You say instead, not even looking at him. “She’s single, you know?”

Jeonghan’s not sure where this is going, and you would’ve known what you’re saying doesn’t make any sense to Jeonghan if you had looked at him. But you’re too deep in your monologue and you’re too afraid to look at him, so you simply look at the ground as you continue to tell him about Jisoo and all of her good points.

“Hey, I’m not sure I’m following you here,” he finally says after you’ve finished talking. “Why are we talking about her?”

You seem to hesitate before you answer him, and Jeonghan frowns at the way you’re biting your lip. It’ll definitely bleed if you put on just a little more pressure.

“We… were together earlier before class. Me and the guys,” you exhale a deep breath. Why do you even feel nervous telling him about all this? “And Jisoo was whining about not being in a relationship because…”

Uh oh. You forgot you’d need to tell Jeonghan about that part.

“Because we were all busy with our phones and she just assumes we’re all in a relationship because of that.”

“Are you?” Jeonghan cuts, his voice so curt that you finally meet his eyes for the first time that day. He’s never sounded so sharp when talking to you before.

“I was texting you, Han.” You shake your head, reassuring him you’re very much single as heat once again creeps upon your neck because of the way he’s staring at you.  “Anyway, she asked if there’s anyone we can introduce her to, which is stupid because she’s Kim Jisoo and guys literally ask for her number on a daily basis. But…”

“But?”

“Seungcheol says there’s… someone he knew that might be a good match for her and…”

Before you can finish, Jeonghan interrupts you and grasps your arm so you’d look at him. “And you thought it was me?”

You don’t answer immediately, and Jeonghan’s somewhere between annoyed at your assumption, at Seungcheol saying stupid shit, while both concerned and a little giddy because apparently knowing he might be a potential candidate for someone else makes you feel that way.

You play with your fingers as you think what you can say to Jeonghan at this point. Yes, you thought it was him. And then… what? What are you supposed to say so you wouldn’t say stupid and ruin whatever it is between the two of you?

“Hey, look at me,” his small voice ushers you softly, his hand finds the top of your head as if to make sure you’d actually stay looking at him. “Do you want me to be introduced to her?”

Your eyes widen in fear before you even realize, and Jeonghan definitely would’ve teased you if not for the fact that he knows he might blow everything if he decided to do so. But it’s his next words that make your heart jump out of your chest, your fingers grasping the side of his green top without you even knowing because that’s how much you need something to hold on to.

“I thought we have something going on between us here?” He chuckles lightheartedly, though his eyes don’t leave yours so you’d know he’s not kidding. “Or was it one sided all this time and I’m the only one trying?”

“I– Uhh…” You stare at him dumbly, suddenly forgetting how to form comprehensive words because of the sudden confession. It is… confession, right?

“Wow, it really was one sided, huh?”

“No!” You say louder than you intended, making Jeonghan laugh at your panicked face. Did you think he’d leave just because you’re not saying anything? “No… I mean… Uh–it’s not one sided.”

“Then why did you think that much about the Jisoo situation?” He asks with a playful smile, his hand messing with your hair. “Anyone would think you’re trying to set me up by the way you’re talking about her earlier.”

You scrunch your nose at this, and Jeonghan reaches out to pinch the tip of your nose because he thinks he’s resisted long enough at this point. He's always wanted to do that.

“There’s a reason why I’m texting you and not her, alright?” He reassures you instead, because he knows it’s what you need right now. Teasing you can wait, and while he’s happy this means you already have deep enough feelings for him to be jealous, he doesn’t want you to be insecure because of such a thing. “I choose to be with you and not her."

“Okay,” you nod with a shy smile, suddenly very abashed now that you’re in this position. Weren’t you annoyed at him, like, four months ago? Ready to fight him because he’s starting something in the subway station?

“Now, let’s not tell Seungcheol we’re dating, okay? Let’s mess with him a little bit and tell him later.” He decides just like that, takes your hand in his and declares that you both should celebrate without actually asking you the question.

The smile on your face is so wide that it hurts a little. You like it that way though, and as you look down at your hands joined together, you realize you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

©wonwoonlight – all rights reserved.

A/N 2: this.. isn't my best work and i'm sorry but i really wanted to write but i've been busy adapting in my new place and i honestly do feel like my writing is getting worse but i hope you enjoyed this somehow ;-; once again, happy birthday, han! i love u with all my heart and i wish you all the happiness the world has to offer.

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[whinlatter]

ask game -- ginny and seamus, harry and tonks , ron and sirius, hermione and neville

gorgeous options for the characters and dynamics ask game, thank you anon 🤙

ginny and seamus: seamus hated ginny for years. he did NOT want to believe that man-stealing harlot had good craic. ginny, on the other hand, was vaguely aware there was an irish guy around sometimes. then they fought in the DA together under the carrows and seamus had to begrudgingly accept she is actually exceptionally good vibes and ginny had to learn his name. and then they became good mates and ginny ships deamus like it’s her job and they have a lovely rewarding funny friendship which is only partly based on their shared acute mummy issues

harry and tonks: the fact that harry sort of thinks tonks is fine but low key annoying is an extreme source of amusement for me. other characters like tonks a lot but harry’s like - meh! she literally has his dream job and he’s unimpressed. when she’s introduced in canon his grouchy narration is like, can you stop fucking knocking things over? and then when she does up lovelorn over lupin in HBP he’s actively pissed off that she’s not very helpful lmao. gossiping about her to hermione like, ew is tonks in love with her cousin? huge ick if so. i know sirius was fit but come on. also when tonks shows off her wedding ring and harry yelps ‘you got MARRIED?!’ like ok judgy judgerson! you know when he had to step in to fix tonks and lupin’s marriage that the boy was tired

ron and sirius: ok i think about this one too much. but one of my favourite things about ron and sirius is that while ron really respects sirius, he doesn’t think the sun shines out of his arse like harry does, and worries about sirius as someone self destructive that harry reveres in a slightly troubling way. at the end of the day, ron more closely aligns with hermione’s view of sirius than harry’s, and that’s visible in their dynamic: friendly, but restrained. i think sirius thinks highly of ron and is kind to him, but he’s singularly focussed on harry, and not hugely interested in building a relationship with harry’s mates (and, obviously, he clashes more openly with hermione, and ron rides hard for his lady at all times). i think sirius sees ron and harry’s dynamic as something very different to his and james’, because ron doesn’t enable harry and the two of them aren’t troublemakers in cahoots, and that makes him feel a bit blah (because he senses, a bit guiltily, that harry and ron are more mature than he was at their age, and that ron looks after harry in a way that reminds sirius of the guardians that have been missing in his childhood)

hermione and neville: neville's first crush one hundo. hermione had to let him down easy i am convinced of it. neville makes a joke about it at romione’s wedding and sends ron spiralling when he realises that all of the occupants of his dorm bar seamus at some point either wanted to bang his sister or his wife

[inactivewattpadauthor]

[Old]Fujin x Reader(Christmas Special 2020)

Tumblr A/N: The beginning of my simping journey of Fujin lol

This was actually a dream I had.

But pov: You're a mortal who got expelled from working under Kronika, for some random reason. Now you were alone, pissed off and upset. (I'm trying to make the dream make more sense) ----------------------------- Awaking from falling in a dream, your head was trying to process your surroundings and your existence. But then you unfortunately succeeded in remembering.

Kronika dismissed you from working under her, for some reason you couldn't remember. Hell, it was probably a pathetic excuse just to send you away.

At least a few of your comrades were against the idea, but it's Kronika, the Timekeeper. You knew that you were working on the villain side. But, not for the powers you've received, or the new timeline. The comrades you worked with were important to you than anyone would think.

Of course, you never showed it. Apart from Cetrion, because...anyone could have an emotional connection with her. Let's be real.

But now, you'll possibly will never see her again. Not anyone. That feeling was colder than the heavy snowstorm outside your shelter, which was a small cave.

It was day, but the sun was useless for the temperature. You only had a small, old blanket as your warmth. Maybe that was considered your Christmas present, acknowledging the fact that the current day is the 'special' day.

You knew it wasn't about the gifts, or decorations. It was about the people you cared about. You never known your real family, and you were very recently expelled from seeing your comrades. Merry Christmas to me. Guess this is karma for the evil deeds I did. Just for my own benefit.

You shut your eyes again, resting your back against the cave wall. You weren't too tired, but you wanted to go back to sleep to avoid reality.

Some sort of wind blew against you, mostly to the side. It was noticeable how the wind wasn't as cold as the normal wind. You thought how strange it was, but you slowly came to realization when someone was sitting next to you.

You didn't move, but your eyes looked to the side to see a certain man, with a long, gray braid sitting beside you, same position you're in. You didn't panick, but you only stared at him.

It was none other than the Wind God, supposedly an enemy. You no longer considered him as one, as you no longer serve Kronika, but why was he here? Is this a way of mocking you?

"What are you doing?" You asked, half amused, and half annoyed. "Sitting with a human." Fujin responded, also with an amused voice.

"Very funny. You found out I became a normal mortal, and you just had to rub it in my face." You rolled your eyes. "It's no surprise you're still naive." Fujin smirked.

"Well, what do you want? Don't you have your godly duties? Isn't your brother suppose to be bossing you around?" Your patience was draining.

"No. Today, is what your kind calls 'Christmas'. I'm here because you're alone." Fujin explained. Your eye twitched. "We're enemies, Fujin." You bluntly said.

"Is that confirmed by you? Or by Kronika?" As much as that was a great point made, you really didn't want to be bothered. "Just go away. Please."

"This cave isn't too great to be sheltered in. If you stay here, you'll freeze to death." Fujin warned, changing the conversation. "I really couldn't care less about dying. Now, do what I said." You begged impatiently.

"I'm afraid I won't be going anywhere at this time." Of course you wouldn't. "Why do you care so much? I expected you to want to punish me after all I did! But you're over here just...being here!"

"Y/n, I know why you fought on Kronika's side. It wasn't for the power. It was something more meaningful. And I understand what it is." Fujin's pale eyes gazed in yours.

You felt a bit more calm after his words. But since you were in such a condition, you kept the same tone. "Fine. You can stay." You bowed your head. "But I'm just going to get rest, so you can leave whenever." You warned. Fujin smiled at you, as you began to curl up in a comfortable position.

As your mind travelled from Earth, Fujin took ahold of you into his arms, providing you more warmth.

"Merry Christmas, Y/n." ----------------------------- In my dream, I was in the cave being cold af, Fujin was beside me, cheering me up for some reason, and when I closed my eyes I felt his arm around me.

Dreams are weird.

[icedragonlizard]

I headcanon that during Star Allies, Meta Knight was called 'borb' a whole bunch. Like, literally a whole bunch. It was basically a meme.

Practically all the dream friends called him 'borb' because they thought it was funny. Dedede was the one that initiated it, and everyone else just kinda followed suit as they made it a trending joke during the adventure. Some of them had a blast doing it.

Meta Knight doesn't like being called borb, really. He supposes he did maybe find it amusing the first few times, but it got repetitive and annoying real quick. He gave no reaction a lot of the time when people called him borb, but there was the occasion he'd snap and be like "Stop. I am no borb." to make it crystal clear that he did not enjoy it.

After Star Allies, everyone eventually stopped calling him borb. Well, except for one person. Marx still does it even to this day. Because of course he would. No surprise it's that clown still calling him that.

Meta Knight already considered Marx to be a wretched pain in the rear long before that, though. It's par for the course, really.

Although what makes this situation funnier is that Dark Meta Knight was often being called 'edgy borb' at around the same time Meta was constantly called borb. DMK was more vehement about opposing his nickname by comparison. Meta Knight however thought it was hilarious and delightful that his counterpart was given that nickname.

[helianflower]

The One I’ve Always Liked.

⇨ pairing: sungho x gn! reader

⇨ genre: fluff !

⇨ wherein you and sungho are childhood friends, and you’ve had feelings for him since then. however, obstacles get in the way.

⇨ word count: 2.5k

featuring enhypen’s yang jungwon! for only a few seconds

park sungho. yes, that was the name of the boy you’ve loved since you were a young kid, you are childhood friends with him after all…

the both of you are really inseparable, as you both are also neighbours, with one annoying sibling.

you’ve harbored feelings for him since then. he’s always defended you from everyone who has tried to hurt you, and for some reason, he’s pretty overprotective? though you think that must be in your head.

it was finally your 3rd year of high school, and you were one step closer in achieving your dream— however the only problem? you really need to confess to sungho before it’s too late.

he, just like you, have dreams he wants to achieve and you wanted to get your feelings together. however, all those thoughts had disappeared when sungho appeared in his family’s frontyard, “sungho!” you yelled, he looked at you, smiling softly, “y/n?”

“are you ready for school?” you questioned, he nodded at you, “well, are you?” you didn’t know what to say, because well you’ve been thinking of thoughts lately. thoughts of yeah, sungho.

then you see that your younger brother woonhak is really excited to go to high school, in which you noticed sungho’s younger sibling who is also friends with woonhak be excited. “hey, woonhak! what the hell are you doing?” “hmm~ ? what do you think it looks like, older sister?”

“do not talk back at me like that, woonhak!” you and your brother was practically squabbling to each other when sungho and his younger sibling was watching, both of them looked pretty amused, oh wait, it’s only sungho.

why were the both of you squabbling at your frontyard? you sighed, and told him to shut up. woonhak budged and looked at sungho’s younger sibling, the both of them were now running to school… you rolled your eyes, but sungho just chuckled.

“sungho, that was really embarrassing…” you say, with your cheeks getting red, because why did you have to embarrass yourself in front of him?? “haha, it was funny, y/n. you and woonhak really do need to get along though…” he answered, you were just embarrassed throughout your whole walk…

you both reached school, and saw your friends. sungho and you are both in the same friend group so it wasn’t all that bad, “jaehyun, what class are you in?” you hear riwoo ask, “huh? i’m in 3-C.” “aww, i’m in class 3-B.” you clearly heard that he was upset… “i’m also in class 3-B.” you say, which instantly made riwoo glad.

“what about you, sungho?” “i’m in 3-D.” all of you looked at each other, “oh, i see…” you were trying your very best to hide your disappointment!

“y/n? why do you look so upset?” “i’m not!” sungho looked at you, who answered the question that jaehyun asked. he was looking really suspicious at you, but then smiled at himself.

you and riwoo went to your class, introducing yourself to your classmates and all that stuff. there was no classes yet, after all… so it was just really noisy.

riwoo decided to call you out, “y/n!” “huh?” “how is your relationship with sungho going?” “wh- we don’t have a relationship.” riwoo furrowed his eyebrows, “huh?! you haven’t confessed yet?”

you shook your head, you know, maybe you really should confess but it’s just a bit hard to you… you sighed, too occupied on your thoughts, ‘sungho, you make me feel insane!!’ you don’t know what else to think of but that, anymore.

your teacher left, and it was finally lunch time. you met up with sungho and the others, who were obviously trying to think what they’re buying.

you didn’t know what to buy it as well, to be honest, but oh so conveniently, sungho bought you your favourite food. “huh? you bought me food?” “you looked like you were out of it, is there something wrong?” you shook your head, clearly lying…

the boy didn’t say anything else, and ate his food. however, you were just gazing at the food, in the end, you couldn’t resist its smell. it’s a very savory, sweet-smelling dish and it made you smile. you were engrossed into your food that you didn’t even notice your best friend staring at you, with love. jaehyun and riwoo noticed it pretty well, but decided to not say anything.

a few hours passed, and you were bored out of your mind, but then you saw your brother, “woonhak!” “older sister?” “who are you walking home with today?” “that’s a really strange question, sib. is your sungho not walking home with you?”

your sungho?! that word was enough to make you wanna scream at him, but you refrained in doing so. you should not embarrass yourself at school, you repeated. “what do you mean my sungho, woonhak? he doesn’t belong to me!”

“but you wish that he’s your boyfriend right?” he was teasing you, like what an annoying brother would do. “i… don’t wish that.” your voice was croaking, pausing mid sentence, “i.. really don’t wish that… woonhak.” why did it sound like you were about to cry?

woonhak saw you, almost wanting to sob, but he quickly hid you, “sib…?” “sorry, woonhak. can’t we just walk together? i decided i don’t really wanna see sungho.” “but i’ll walk home with …. sister.”

“is your crush on them more important than your older sibling?” you smiled, this was the way to tease your younger brother after whatever happened. you knew that he didn’t actually wanna hurt you, maybe your feelings for sungho was the problem…?

“what am i gonna tell …. now?” “you can just text them~” “fine.” and there, you and your brother walked together to get home.

when you were sitting in the grass at your frontyard, you noticed two people and it was sungho and his younger sibling. “y/n! you didn’t tell me you weren’t gonna walk home with me today.” his voice sounded like he was really worried, that you apologized to him in your head.

“oh, i forgot to tell you, sungho.” “well, that’s okay. at least you’re here!” he grinned at you, “um… am i interrupting something?” his younger sibling asked, to which sungho refuted that. they then decided to just go inside, however sungho was walking, going to you.

“is there something wrong, y/n? you’ve been acting so differently today.” he was gazing at you intently, and was so close, his face was inches away from you. “it’s… nothing, sungho!”

fuck, the urge to kiss him was very strong, but you couldn’t because he probably doesn’t even return the feelings you have for him. you sighed, and said, “sungho, i remembered i have to do some chores.”

“hmm? i see, i probably have to go inside now too as well.” he walked away from you, turning his back and went to his frontyard, you were just staring at him. everything about him is really pretty huh?

you breathed heavily as he went inside. that was something, you didn’t know what to do now.

a few months later

a few months has passed, and nothing has changed between yours and sungho’s relationship. you guys are still best friends, and you didn’t know what to do about it.

well, you then noticed someone was going to you, and it was yang jungwon. you’re friends with him and you sometimes hung out with him… “y/n!” you looked at him, “jungwon?”

“say, do you wanna hang out this friday? you did hear that the new movie in the series just released right?” he said, you then remembered that the movie you wanted to watch has just released, though sungho isn’t into it so you didn’t know who to ask. now you’re glad that jungwon and you share the same taste.

you agreed easily, and it was time for the next class… it was boring, as you excitedly thought about the new movie! riwoo noticed your smile and happiness, and was like, “y/n? you’re so happy today?! what happened?” “jungwon asked me to watch a movie i’ve been wanting to watch!” “eh, i see.”

riwoo thought about what sungho literally told him, however… “when are you going to watch that movie with him?” “this friday!” the boy then thought, ‘oh, sungho is done for.’

school was done, and you decided to tell sungho what your plan is for friday, while smiling about it, “sungho! i’m going to hang out with jungwon when it’s friday, we’re gonna watch a movie~!” he looked at you, like something just went down, however he quickly changed his facial expression, “hmm? oh that’s nice.” you wondered what just happened though, clearly that expression of his wasn’t a dream.

“so, i’m sorry!” “don’t apologize, y/n. i hope you enjoy the movie.”

friday

you were happy! you’ve been excited to watch the movie since it was released and you’re finally going to! you couldn’t even wait for this school to be done and then when it finally did, you rushed to wait for jungwon.

jungwon smiled at you, and you guys walked to the theater. you were so excited that your palms were sweating… perhaps you’re also nervous because you’ve never hung out with a boy who wasn’t sungho.

you sighed, and then at the moment, you guys reached the theater and bought your tickets. now, jungwon was like, “y/n, what do you think will happen in this movie that’s different from the first one?” “i’m not sure, honestly! maybe i just hope that they’ll make sure they stay together…” “hmm, i see.”

it was finally a few minutes until the movie started so you guys both got your food and went to your seat. you were excited to know the rest of the story… that was left in a cliffhanger.

for some reason, the two side characters reminded you of you and sungho. two best friends wherein the other one has feelings for the other and is pretty scared to confess, it was… really scary to you, as it was just like your feelings for him.

after an hour and 20 minutes, the movie has ended, and you went struck into it as the two main characters got back together while the two side characters who were similar to you and sungho… well, they stopped being friends after the one who had feelings for the other had been rejected. it was so… hard to watch as you seriously didn’t want your friendship to end that way if he didn’t return your feelings.

you sighed, and jungwon offered to walk you home, “oh, sure…” you don’t know why but you needed someone to be there when you walk home. you got spoiled by sungho for never leaving you alone… you sighed even harder.

jungwon noticed you thinking of thoughts, “yo, y/n. what’s wrong?” “hmm? ah, it’s nothing… please don’t worry.”

the both of you reached your frontyard, but what you didn’t notice is sungho was tending to his house’s frontyard, he seemed tired and you wondered why…

“ah, thank you jungwon for walking me home, i appreciate it.” “no problem, i can walk home with you anytime.” but so suddenly, a voice was heard, “they won’t though.”

it was sungho, who was done tending to his frontyard. “they’ll be walking home with me everyday.” the other boy didn’t even speak after, just sighing, “i’ll see you around, y/n.”

sungho looked at you, intently, like something was wrong. “y/n, did you enjoy the movie?” asking you softly, was the thing that made you fall.

“i did, thank you for asking.” you smiled, right there and then, you just wanted to crawl up into his arms, but not just in a platonic way, regardless of what you just thought, you crawled up into his arms anyway rendering him surprised.

returning the gesture, the both of you hugged and sungho was just surprised with your action. “y/n, is something wrong?” “i just wanted to hug you…”

his embrace made you feel comfort, and you wonder if it’s the same with him as well…

that’s when you realized, maybe you should stop fucking around and finally confess to him… you don’t know when.

monday

you sighed, finding a good classroom to confess to sungho later.

you don’t know why you decided to use a classroom but you finally wanted to be done with it. you didn’t tell jaehyun or riwoo cause they might tell sungho and you wanted everything to go well.

you were nervous, your shaking hands, your palms were sweating more than normal, your chest was beating, the iced latte in your desk was just chilling, you could barely touch it.

the few hours of school drained you, and you decided to call sungho at the classroom you chose that was all empty. nothing was there, just you waiting patiently for him, your palms were getting sweaty even more.

you saw him, and decided to calm down, just as he did get there though, “y/n, why did you call for me?”

no words were said. sungho was confused, but he didn’t wanna leave, he wanted to know why you called for him. “…. sungho, i have something to tell you.”

he looked at you, eyebrows furrowing, he gazed at your lips to know what you wanted to say. he loved your lips, though. they were red and looked so soft, you had no idea but he’s always wanted to know what it feels to kiss you. you wore your lip tint like it was your job to do so, but even the looks of it was pretty. he knew he made no sense at this moment, what was he thinking?

you took a heavy breath, “sungho, i… love you! in a romantic way. ever since we were kids— i’ve always loved you. i’ve always liked you. you’re the one i’ve always been looking at for all these years, i don’t know what you feel but that’s why i’m confessing my feelings for you. if you feel the same, if you don’t feel the same, i’m still glad i confessed to you. let’s not stop being friends even if you don’t return my feelings okay?” you smiled, but you were close to crying. and perhaps, you finally did make your tears fell…

sungho saw you tearing up, and he at first didn’t know why, but it was obvious. you were nervous to confess to him, weren’t you? sungho has always known that habit of yours, if you’re nervous, you tend to cry after it has been done. surely, this was it. you got greeted by the comfort of his embrace afterwards, and he answered, “i love you too, y/n. i have, since we were kids, so don’t cry anymore okay?”

his voice was as soft as ever, and then so suddenly, you felt your lips stuck on his. his lips were the softest thing ever, and you loved it. you have been wondering what his lips tasted like, after all.

it made you feel better, his lips was a comfort to you, at this moment. what you didn’t think however, was someone seeing you….

after the most comforting kiss ever, you smiled at him, “so, we’re a couple now?” “absolutely.”

you both went home, holding hands, and woonhak was glad to finally see his older sibling the happiest person ever.

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House Of Memories (5/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: angst, more nightmares, comfort and slight fluff if you squint

Summary: Your powers can only hold back the bad dreams for so long, and Obi-Wan finds out why they seem to be plaguing your mind.

A/n: Man, y'all really seem to be enjoying this... there will be romantic relations later on I promise but for now, it's gonna be a slow burn till I feel like it... also the age gap rn ain't rlly appropriate lol

Words: 3.1k (back to my better self tbh)

Anakin and Obi-Wan had just returned from the planet of Bracca, coming through the doors of the apartment at an ungodly hour of the night. It was Anakin's first off world mission with the order where he actually got to do something, and from the sounds of loud ruckus they were making, you'd say it went well.

You hadn't been able to sleep very well that night anyways, so you couldn't blame them fully, but it would be easier in the morning to shove off the fact that you were grumpy and restless because of them. You got up out of bed, stepping out the doors to see Anakin doubled over, laughing his poor head off while Obi-Wan smirked from the corner.

"Anakin, look what you've done," Obi-Wan gestured to you in a joking way before walking up a pretending to scold him. "You've woken up the only person who can actually get us in trouble."

Anakin stood up straight, getting out a few more giggles before approaching you with open arms. You stopped him before he could embrace you, seeing as how he looked absolutely high off of something. You knew Obi-Wan would never allow him to indulge in any sort of spice or substance, which meant this buffoon of a padawan was literally so exhausted, he began to lose it, in stitches yet again over your single motion.

"What did you do to him this time?" You asked Obi-Wan, pulling back your braid and letting it lay behind your shoulder.

"Believe it or not, our chosen one has decided to make a complete fool of himself, simply because I stepped out onto the wrong floor as we came up in the elevator."

Obi-Wan couldn't hide his subtle amusement, in all seriousness, it was funny how much Anakin was laughing now, even still after they had finally gotten into the apartment. How he was utterly tired and still had the energy to be this annoying, Obi-Wan would never know. He just hoped that perhaps he would settle down soon so you all could sleep.

"Anakin, at some point tonight, you will have to get over yourself. It probably wasn't even that funny," you complained, growing slightly annoyed with his antics. Your sixteen-year-old mood swings were far and few between, but when you were being kept up longer than you wished to be, because of your friend's stupidity, it was more than enough to make anyone moody.

"You weren't there," he had to break up his words, for now he was so delusional with laughter that he couldn't even finish a sentence. "He was so confused-"

"Yes, Anakin. Because like you, I'm tired."

Obi-Wan wanted more than anything to leave the room, to go to his own and forget about Anakin for the night... but he couldn't do that to you. Mostly because he'd never hear the end of it.

He tugged the boy from the ground, pushing him towards his room, with a soft glare. Even if you shut his door for the night, you wouldn't be able to sleep until he was quiet. Obi-Wan gave you a look that said 'go ahead, you have my permission,' before you walked up and raised your hand to Anakin's head. You used only a small bit of power, and he was out like a light, falling to the ground of his room.

"Now I feel bad, we can't just leave him like this," you pointed to all his limbs, half inside his room and sprawled out wildly.

"I'm too tired to carry him. My days of lifting him at all are probably over."

You did notice Anakin was quite taller now. Bigger than Obi-Wan, as far as you could tell.

"I'll grab his arms," you sighed, walking over and beginning to drag the top half of him into the room, your master following along with his legs.

Once you made it to the bed, you both looked at each other, the looks spoke for themselves, saying 'kriff, no'. Instead, you grabbed a pillow for his head, and a blanket, tossing it to Obi-Wan. You placed the pillow beneath him, while Obi-Wan spread the thin material over the length of his legs and body.

You ran your fingers over the boy's hair, quietly and efficiently making sure that the nightmares were still taken care of. You only sensed the glow of protection that was your signature, keeping guard over his dreams.

"You're good to help him the way you do," Obi-Wan smiled with pride at you. He was proud to call you his padawan, because he knew everything that you had accomplished over the years, under his training and mentorship. He only hoped that one day he'd be able to say he had a small part in how you had grown into the heroic, compassionate Jedi you were.

"He deserves to rest at night, the same as all of us."

Obi-Wan nodded his head to the door, signaling it was time for you to retire as well. You had tried earlier in the night, and been awoken by a small nightmare, but having them both return safely helped ease your mind. You should have no trouble in finding sleep, now.

Once in bed, you thought about your master. All the wisdom he'd been pouring into you lately was surely not by coincidence. You weren't as young as you used to be, on the verge of seventeen, in fact. You knew that whenever your master was giving you lessons on things that need be learned, usually it was followed by a test, or trial of sorts; one that could be used to learn the lesson in its full extent.

You fell asleep on those thoughts, feeling as though you were now too tired to wonder what trial might be coming your way. You felt at peace, floating in a dark abyss, until suddenly you were pulled from your bed. It was still dark, and you couldn't see anything, but the hands that grabbed at you were not familiar. You branched out with the force, trying to gain any knowledge of who was taking you. You screamed out for help, unable to control your powers enough to face them down. Were you weakened? It didn't make any sense. You were quite powerful and could usually take down an enemy, despite them having a size advantage. This time it was harder to focus on one thing at a time, because the darkness soon faded. You were brought into an execution room, with torture devices lining the walls and floors. There were creatures you'd never seen before, chanting the words of death in several languages. You weren't sure how you even recognized some of the words, but you did. Your blood boiled thick when the face of your captor was revealed. It was not human, nor droid, but a robotic mix of the two, with limbs twice as long as yours, standing as tall as a mudhorn but with all the lankiness of a skeleton. You'd heard stories about General Grievous, the tormentor amongst captured Jedi. The one who collected lightsabers from those he'd struck down. You weren't afraid of him, yet. You couldn't even say why, you just looked at him with a glare, hoping that you could be the one to destroy him.

He brought you to the center of the room, shoving you away from him, and staring you down.

"You are no Jedi. You," he used his sharp metal finger to point at you with a crooked tilt of his mechanical head, "are a pretender."

"And you are a coward, hiding behind an army of droids because you know you can't win on your own accord."

Your mind was clear, as you took your saber from your hip, igniting it to show its green glow against the otherwise dark room.

Grievous laughed maniacally, and so did the creatures in the room with him. Your lightsaber was pulled from your hands, and you were unable to stop it. Why were you so weak? Why couldn't you remember your training?

"Your master has failed you."

That was the last straw, for all the things you could take, slander against your master was not one of them. You would defend his honor with your life. Selfishly, if you had to.

"And you are about to fail him."

You froze in place. Unable to move a single muscle or even blink an eye. You were held in place and made to look at the new scene in front of you. Obi-Wan was restrained against a wall, already beaten and bloody. Your heart sank, and you tried to reach for him, but you were still frozen to your spot. The creatures that surrounded you continued to assault him, left and right poking and prodding different devices that had him crying out in pain. He couldn't even hold himself up, the only thing giving him any structure being his restraints.

"Stop this!" you somehow yelled out, gaining the attention of Grievous, while his monsters continued to have their way with Obi-Wan. "If it is life you want, you will take mine before I let you take his."

Another laugh of horrific proportions sounded in your ears, his tone of voice was so irritating, and made your skin crawl.

"You have failed."

Grievous turned back to your master, barely alive as he was, and ignited your lightsaber, before running him through with it. You watched his body go completely limp in the restraints, pulling on the wall as he hung there with nothing left. His blood ran over the floors, seeping under your feet, and you cried out, screaming into the void that soon surrounded you. You were left alone soon enough, breaking free from the trance that held you in place. You sank to your knees beside Obi-Wan, using the force to break the restraints. He fell into your arms, his body broken, and lifeless. You held him close to you, hoping and praying that he wasn't dead, that this wasn't real. You wanted nothing more than for him to hold you instead, to tell you that you hadn't failed him, and that you never would. Your tears were everywhere, mixed in with the shedding of his blood on your hands.

You couldn't bear it. You screamed out his name to the cosmic force around you, not able to feel his presence the way you always had before.

All of a sudden, you could hear his voice, and it was calling you by name.

"Master?" You begged, but it was not coming from the body you held.

"Wake up, little one."

You sat up in your bed, tears streaming down your face. Your breathing was rapid, and horribly uneven, and your face was a mess of redness and heat.

Obi-Wan was sat right next to you, his hands on your arms, trying to get you to come to for the past few minutes. It was instantly very cold all around you, like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on your head. As soon as you saw his eyes, wide and full of worry over you, you were a mess. You fell into his arms, clinging to his tunic, which he'd still not taken off for the evening. You cried into his chest, leaving stains that you hoped wouldn't stay there. You couldn't explain the relief, but also the torment it put you through, to hold onto him like this.

He rubbed his hands through your hair, placing his chin above your head as to secure you fully in his embrace. He'd never seen you so upset before. Never seen you in such distress over anything you've ever done. He knew that you'd had some nightmares in the past, but didn't think they had gotten so bad that you would collapse into his arms upon waking from them.

He'd heard you calling his name earlier... no, calling was a bit of an understatement. You were practically screaming for him in the dead of night, and it scared the living kriff out of him. To hear your anguish and see you curled into yourself when he came in the room broke his heart. Now you were awake, and his only job was to make you feel safe. You didn't care if you were safe or not, because the reason for your meltdown was not in your own interest, but his. He was here, he was alive, and you were holding onto him.

"It's alright, little one," he tried to console you, but the tears were still overpowering anything else you might have had to say just yet. It had been a while since you cried, perhaps it was good for you to let it all out now.

He climbed further into the bed, knowing he'd be here for a while if he were to ever help bring you to a point of peace. He rested against the headboard, not letting go of you as you continued to sob into his shirt.

You pulled away from him at one point, just looking up into his eyes, watching as they looked back down at you in concern. He really cared about you, didn't he?

"I'm sorry I kept you up," you apologized, sniffling the best you could so you could speak through the tears.

"You have no reason to be sorry."

He wiped your tears away, using his thumb to remove any stuck strands of hair from your face that were left in the wetness.

"I just know how tired you get, and I'm sorry I made you think something was wrong," you replied, beginning to cry a little more before he shushed you gently, holding one side of your face to make you focus on him.

"Don't worry about me. I can only rest once I know you're alright, anyway."

You nodded to him, tucking your head back into his chest, allowing his arms to encircle you once more. It was nice there. He was so strong, and made you feel like nothing could ever be wrong as long as you were tucked away in his embrace. His steady heartbeat was a testament to the fact that he was alive and well, and soon your nightmare faded to the blanks of your mind... for all of five seconds.

"Could you tell me what it was about?" He asked gently, wanting to see if there were any other ways he could help to sooth your mind.

You were hesitant at first, knowing if you shared it with him, it might seem more real to you, but with another thought, you decided he might be able to decipher your horrible dreams and maybe give you some wisdom to make them go away.

"You were being held in front of me, and they were hurting you," you had to pause and swallow your emotions down for a moment. You had stopped bawling your eyes out, and wanted to prevent yourself from it happening again.

"Who's 'they?'"

You sighed, not sure if you should tell him that part or not. It was a dream, not a vision. You may have even misidentified the villain of your dream anyway.

"I don't really know, but they had you and they told me I failed you. Then it was like I couldn't move... I couldn't help you."

Obi-Wan wasn't quite sure of how to respond yet, but you weren't done, and the last part of your words hit home for him.

"They killed you in front of me," you whispered, sending chills down his spine. "I was holding you, but you were gone."

He pulled you back at arms length, looking you in the eye and making sure you heard every word he was about to say.

"You have not failed me, and you never will. I know these dreams can be frightening, but you are stronger than they are. Do you understand?"

You nodded, looking over his face and seeing the sincerity of his words in his every expression. You noticed something you hadn't noticed before, little flecks of gold towards the center of his eyes. Pretty, and calming.

"Thank you, master."

He smiled, beginning to shift next to you, though you were still partially in his arms. You furrowed your brow as you looked up at him in confusion, before he gave a simple answer.

"You should try and get some more sleep, if you can. You have a big day tomorrow," he waited for you to respond, because he knew you would.

"Could you stay a little longer? It just makes me feel better when I know you're here," you explained, but he easily understood. He's of course had dreams that weren't easy to deal with and having the person beside you can help ease your mind into forgetting the dream ever occurred. He nodded, scooting back in next to you, this time sitting up while you laid beside him, holding onto his arm for dear life as you nestled back into an actual sleeping position.

He began humming a song that you had almost forgotten about. The one you'd both made up together in your early years as a youngling. You smiled, eyes closing as you hummed along with him until you were able to sleep peacefully. He knew you were out when he heard the soft snores, but he couldn't bring himself to leave your side, in fears that you may wake up or even have another bad dream.

He wondered if the severity of your dreams may have been caused by your decision to take them from Anakin. It made sense and was the only possible explanation for the suddenness of it all. You were a fairly happy child growing up, and hadn't ever been a bother at night to the other Masters who took care of you in your youngling stages.

He would ask you about it, but knew that no matter what he said, you wouldn't stop helping Anakin. You were too compassionate for your own good sometimes, and he worried what that might do to you in future times. You could also be naive, which didn't go well with an open heart.

He let his fingers untangle your hair while you slept, hoping that it would make putting it up in the morning easier for you. You did, in fact, have a big day tomorrow. A meeting with the council to discuss your progress with Obi-Wan's training. If it went well, you would also be allowed to accompany your master and fellow padawan on missions off world to different systems. He hoped you'd not be so tired that any type of failure came upon you. That is what you were fearing. That you would fail him. He knew it wasn't possible, because you always found ways to make him proud of you, but he worried that you still felt that way.

He fell asleep deep in his thoughts, his head against your headboard, and his arm wrapped in your tight embrace.

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more trans hob period sex thoughts, this time featuring the corinthian because i think it could be very funny. so! newly remade corinthian gets his first unchaperoned trip back to the waking as a reward for good behaviour, and he decides that the best use of the opportunity is definitely to go see his immortal fuckbuddy. and hob's thrilled to see him, he was... admittedly kind of worried about how long it had been since he'd seen him? but also dream's back and coming by more often and it's got hob absolutely desperate to get his back blown out, thanks. and he's even on his period, which always makes cori go absolutely wild(er than usual).

this time's no exception, hob tries for a bit of small talk but the second cori gets a good smell of him hob's in bed on his back with cori between his legs. no complaints from hob! at least not until there's a knock on his door.

because dream's been keeping an eye on the corinthian, naturally, and he's... a little worried and a lot confused about why his nightmare would go straight to hob when as far as dream knows, they've never met. so he goes to check, the corinthian can tell it's dream at the door and he's throughly annoyed about it, hob does not know it's dream and a minute after cori storms out of the bedroom hob's brain comes back online and realizes. fuck. answering the door with a face covered in blood. not ideal.

the corinthian very nearly gets unmade again when he answered the door covered in blood. it... doesn't exactly help when hob staggers out of the bedroom, boxers hasilty pulled on and not doing much to hide the bloody fingerprints all over his thighs and belly.

hob does manage to talk dream down. eventually. and then has to explain that yes, cori was welcome here. no, it wasn't the first time. hey what do you mean he's a nightmare. ("robbie, baby, you didn't think i was human, did you?" "what the fuck, of course i didn't, i'm not an idiot. i figured you were a vampire! you show up at night and i've never seen your eyes and you're obsessed with blood i think vampire was a reasonable assumption!?")

something something the corinthian takes off his glasses, hob remembers that he's still horny and hey he's actually more horny now, dream gets invited to join in, and hob learns that at just the right angle, cori can eat hob out and get one of his eye-mouths on his clit at the same time. which should probably be very very terrifying but actually just makes hob come so hard he blacks out for a second.

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VERY amused and horny about this. I love the Corinthian just simply not realising The Implications of answering the door with his mouth covered in blood. Like, baby boy, even if it WASN'T Dream on the other side, you're gonna arouse one or two suspicions.

Also LOVE Dream lowkey going into suspicious parent mode when he sees Cori showing up at Hob’s place. He's trying not think the worst but the Corinthian is still very much a nightmare and it's not beyond the realms of possibility to imagine him targeting Dream’s literal only friend.

Meanwhile: Hob is just very tired and horny and he was really hoping for an orgasm or two, not a supernatural slanging match on his doorstep. He tells Dream and Cori that they can both come in and make him cum, or they can bugger off somewhere else.

They're both sensible enough to do as Hob says. They can both smell the blood and Hob’s other fluids twining together to make the most delicious scent, and eating him out sounds like the best idea right now.

Hob gets Dream’s lovely, big satisfying cock in his arse while Cori absolutely devours his cunt with all three mouths. He feels so full, like the empty crampy place inside has been perfectly filled up. And he's obsessed with the new sensation of Cori's two tiny tongues licking his clit and labia. He's got his hand tangled in Cori's hair while Dream gently bounces him up and down on his cock, and none of them can stop making noises of pure delight. Cori hasnt had such a good meal since he's been on probation in the dreaming, and he cums untouched purely from the taste of Hob’s cunt.

Hob promptly falls asleep when they're finished with him, and Dream and Cori can't exactly leave (they're being forcibly cuddled by their favourite human, what are they supposed to do?!), and they don't feel like fighting anymore... seems like a good idea to collaborate and see if they can make Hob cum in his sleep, right?

[moxiebustion]

I'm not even remotely religious in any way, but I am begging people who are going to write about a character going into a monastery/nunnery whatever to please, please, please read some of the Cadfael Chronicles before you cast an entire population of people as fire-and-brimstone, self-mutilating, repressed, fanatical zealots.

For the uninitiated, the Cadfael Chronicles was a long series of medieval-set (specifically set in the 12th century) murder mysteries where the gumshoe role is taken by a monk who is well into middle age, a skilled herbalist and a former soldier and sailor who joined the Order late in his life (which for one, did happen!).

Now, there are some dated things about the writing that bears some examining; Ellis Peters (psued for Edith Pargeter) first started writing then in the late seventies (the last book was published 1994, a year before her death), and while she was a fantastic amateur self-taught scholar (she was so good she got an honorary degree from Birmingham University, having never even been to any higher education than high school) she is writing about the time of the Crusades and the Crusaders who invaded Jerusalem and she doesn't really delve that deep into the implications of her characters being involved in that, even though the characters are portrayed as the good guys, especially the titular one. But it's very possible most of the scholarship she had available for research at the time was all Western perspectives, which, you know, history is written by the winners, etc. She has a writers bias towards her protagonist, so of course he is framed fairly glowingly, though not without flaw.

But whether she had a view on the moral implications of the Crusades or not, the way she wrote medieval Britain and medieval Wales is absolutely textually fascinating because she doesn't flinch away from the fact that yes, Britain at this time was a feudal serfdom with slaves included, and was hard on marginalized people, chock full of patriarchy that did affect the lives of her female characters or that the Church was a big landowner themselves, and there was plenty of political tension and violence due to an ongoing civil war, but nonetheless the town the Chronicles are set in and the monastery where Cadfael lives is portrayed as a community.

Seriously. They don't just pray and whip themselves for 'bad thoughts'. The monks can be funny, snarky, and shy, and ambitious. They can be irreverent - yes, even about God, that thing that they are meant to be the most reverent about. They can have petty rivalries, they can annoy one another, even the Abbot, and not be sent for a backbreaking penance. They aren't thumping on bibles and telling people that if they don't make the cut that they're going to burn in hell.

They care. They take care of the children left in their charge, whether they're rich scions there to get an education or some poor thing left on their doorstep. One monk, in charge of the children, expresses real and genuine concern over a new novice that is having horrific dreams, worried that he has suffered a tremendous hidden trauma (he's right) and they're all concerned about what they can do to help him. A pair of teenagers literally fuck on one of the altars and the reaction from Cadfael is rueful amusement at young people's folly, not disgust or anger. They collect alms for the poor, redistribute everything given to them to help people survive. They crack jokes and show each other kindness and...

... look, I'm not saying that there weren't and still aren't zealots in religion. No religion is really innocent of that. And yeah, those zealots have done some pretty heinous things when they're put in charge - see Witch Burnings, Various Inquisitions, Crusades, Terrorism, etc. But I do wish writers wouldn't write about religious life like everyone who ever entered it was either a complete bag of bible-thumping assholes or just miserable all the time.

For one thing, that's really boring. Religion is a way we can tell stories about the complex reality we live in and the rules we think are important when dealing with other people. To reduce all that potential down to Miserable, Repressed, Self-Harming, Witch Hunting Jerks is intellectually lazy at best.

For another thing, you are losing the opportunity to portray a fundamentally queer experience. I don't mean they were all fucking (although some of the proscriptions that they felt the need to write down would rise your eyebrows - hand holding was apparently banned at one point); I meant that this was a group of people that took themselves out of the amatonormative status quo entirely and dedicated themselves to something that wasn't marriage, children, mercantile endeavors or anything 'normal' like that. That was, at the very least, a queer experience with clear queerplatonic overtones (not to mention, there were FTM trans monks that literally went on to sainthood, chosen gender kept intact).

And also? It just isn't historically accurate. Plenty of men and women actively chose a life outside the norm because they wanted to serve god and the community. They're just a group of people, all living together, making space for one another, all trying to serve people in whatever way they can. These people were less raging witch-burners and more Jedi without the lightsaber.

In the Cadfael books, they have brushes with zealots and they're reviled as bad guys every time. One (in the very first book) more or less fakes a whole-ass vision to manipulate the order to go to Wales and try and acquire a Welsh saint's bones and ends up doing even worse things because he believes he is destined for greatness and will get it by whatever means necessary. The head of the mission (who edges close to zealot territory himself and fully buys into the con for his own benefit) tries to buy the saints relics and causes a massive diplomatic incident as a result of this insult that makes him look like an idiot.

The other zealot that gives them trouble is a priest appointed to run the church. This man is as big a bible thumping, hellfire and brimstone dickhead as you might always picture a medieval priest to be and he is uniformly despised by both the monks and the township at large because his zealotry and strict adherence to only the letter of religious law and nothing else actively harms the community.

He's so hated, in fact, that when he (spoilers) dies, the reactions of all and sundry is mostly just relief that he's gone.

The Catholic Church has a lot of sins that it forgets more than it reckons with, but that doesn't mean that life in a monastery was all hair shirts and self-mortification, every abbot a little dictator. People have lived just fine in small communes for a lot of human history and they didn't all have small-minded tyrants continually cracking the whip. Most of them didn't.

I know it's an easy shaft to mine angst from, shoving people into an oppressive environment that they must either endure or overcome. And yes, the way we write about religion is sometimes a product of working through a complicated and traumatic relationship with it. I'm not trying to say any writer can't or shouldn't write that because your art is always supposed to be about putting parts of yourself out there, about telling the world a story about how you see it; and if you're working through something, if you need to tell a story about the scars that zealotry absolutely have and do leave, go for it, more power to you. That's a story that should and must be told.

But if your character is going into a monastery, try to remember that humans are social creatures. We make friends more than we make enemies. Even under intense tyranny, we make allegiances and form bonds and find ways to make the world were in a little bit more bearable wherever we can. And we tend to show each other compassion and mercy, even when we don't always like each other. It's true today, and it was true then too.

Monastic life was a queer experience that happened right under the noses of the dominant power structures for centuries. I think there's a story or two to be mined from that as well.

[honeymochibubbletea]

quick skesh b4 bed :3

You sir or ma’am or whatever pleases you (i don’t know your pronouns), have gained my seal of approval! Aaaaand, because of that, i shall reward you with some headcanons~♪ ;D

Charlie is a VERY DAMN LOUD snorer whenever she’s at Phantasmo mansion. (She does that on purpose to annoy him hggfggfgfghfgg) however he actually doesn’t mind her snoring (too much at least) and when he does, he simply sleeps with some earmuffs. (Also, he does know that she does that on purpose, but he just pretends to be annoyed just to amuse her 🤭)

Usually Phantasmo doesn’t like to sleep because of his nightmares and bad sleeping habits. Charlie and T-oby have already tried to make the mad scientist sleep properly but he still insists that “sleep is for the weak” or “5 more minutes and then i’ll be already on bed” (spoiler: no, no he’s not going to bed in 5 minutes. It usually takes more 5 HOURS for him to sleep) or:

Charlie: Phantasmo! Get on bed NOW. You stubborn ghost!

Phantasmo: it isn’t morning yet, so i’ll just work on a few more-

Charlie: it IS morning! You’ve spent the whole DAMN night working on this! And I haven’t slept because of you!

Phantasmo: . . .

Charlie: . . .Phantasmo… don’t you DARE-

Phantasmo: IF I HAVEN’T SLEPT, IT ISN’T MORNING YET! and also, you are to blame for not sleeping: I didn’t force you to stay awake all night, now did i?

Charlie: Ohoho, that’s it mister! If you won’t come, I’LL DRAG YOU TO YOUR ROOM!

Phantasmo: NO, NO, NO, NO, NO- W-WAIT…! Ow ow ow! It hurts! You’re hurting me you crazy woman!

Funnies aside, when Phantasmo wakes up from a really bad dream (and when Charlie’s at his place or he’s at her place), She’s there to comfort him and caress his face, wiping off his tears 🥹

Phantasmo loves to bury his face on Charlie’s neck (but won’t admit it though, lmao), he finds comfort in her warmth 🥰😊

Who’s the big spoon and the little spoon? Easy, *INHALES DEEPLY*, CHARLIE AND PHANTASM- (kidding, not really though… let me explain: sometimes Charlie’s the “big” spoon (whenever Phantasmo is feeling down, he allows Charlie to be the “big” spoon. He likes being held. He’ll never admit though, lol) and sometimes she’s the little spoon (Phantasmo is touch-starved asf and if you think i am wrong, FIGHT ME-) and vice versa)

……Okay so, HEAR ME OUT: the reason why Phantasmo doesn’t go to Charlie’s place that often to sleep with her was because one: Charlie’s parents (if she has any) hate him, two: because privacy is not an option here and three… *inhales deeply again and hope that Jencil and Fluff don’t come for my head* CARTER GAVE HIM A FUCKING CONDOM WHEN HE NOTICED THAT THESE TWO WERE SLEEPING TOGETHER, SERIOUSLY, HE IS DAMN SERIOUS ABOUT PROTECTION. ESPECIALLY IF HIS SISTER IS SLEEPING WITH A GHOST

I imagine that Phantasmo has a very low body temperature, so every time these two cuddle, Charlie starts shaking, feeling cold. Very cold…

Charlie: Phanta? Could you please stop being this cold…? I’m freezing over here man!

Phantasmo: *mumbles and grumbles*

And the solution they have found for this little problem was making a burrito out of Charlie with some blankets, lmao (so that way, Phantasmo could still cuddle with Charlie and she wouldn’t get a cold from being in too much physical contact with him! :D)

[just-some-random-blogger]

I know this is late rn (it is here in my country lmao);;; but will you continue the Morpheus X Filipino!Reader???;;; I'm not really sure if there's a follow-up that I'm not aware of sorry... But I have an idea, after the drunk shenanigans, they get a massiiiiive hangover and question if what happened really happened but continue their day. Then after being kicked out, Morpheous just followed them like the lost puppy he is (in this case a lost sad wet cat lmao) like in a work/university(as a student or professor idk). LITERALLY everywhere (stalking but in a cute way if it makes sense?). And Cori visit now and then, for his own amusement lol, just to annoy Dream and make him jealous or watch his "Dad" suffer and be a pathetic love sick puppy LMAOOOOO Also, Matthew gives Morpheus some love and courting(?) tips is quite cute and funny at the same time lolololol

Anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyy have a great day or night~!!!! idk

Oh, Don't Be Like That

Dream of the Endless x Reader + Corinthian x Reader (except its mostly Dream & Cori duking it out AHHAHA)

Summary: There was a battle going inside your mind between a nightmare and the master of dreams... literally.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: gender neutral!reader, psychological mind fuckery, corinthian being the nightmare he is, brat!cori, jealous!dream, exasperated dad!dream, angst?, crackfic?, typos, etc.

A/N: hi nonnie, there is actually a next part to it, but lol sige na nga ahsf;lashf i'll write what you want (i hope you like it) only cos i love corinthian so much and i want them to bite each other (in a fight HAHHAHAH) i hope you enjoy it and yeah it was pretty late when you sent this i remember but that doesnt matter cos i got back to you 1000 years later lol This is technically a p4. [p1 "Thorn At My Side"] [p2 "Beer"] [p3 "Not Enough"] but you dont have to read them to understand lol. Tagging everyone from p3!: @cleverzonkwombatsludge @pinksirensong @lexi-anastasia @aralezinspace @emy635 @libra207 @secretdreamlandmentality @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 @laraackerman @reallystressedhoneybee @farintonorth @shining-yuu @ellooo0ooo i'll also tag @sloanexx even though this isn't the jealous!dream req i was talking to you about lol

I was running. I was running so fast that I was losing my breath. The halls were winding. I reach a split hallway and take a sharp turn right.

"Oh, little bug," the ominous voice calls, "why are you running from me? I thought we were friends?"

I run faster, skin crawling, rising with goosebumps, as I tread frantically down the hall.

I see light at the end. I run faster and faster towards it, as fast as my legs can take me.

All at once, the light is gone and I slam into a dead end. I fall to bottom and scramble. I push myself back into the corner, looking out into the darkness, awaiting my demise.

"Oh, pretty thing," he laughs, "how stupid of you."

My entire body is trembling. I break into an ear piercing, body curdling shriek when I see a figure. A grim, twisted, eerily grinning face comes into view from the shadows.

My head blares because of my screaming, and yet when the figure comes to light and doubles down in laughter. Tears in my eyes are clouding my vision, and I'm curled up in the corner for dear life.

He takes of his shades and leans on his knees. The teeth in his eyes wheeze with him. It takes me a good long while for me to realize just who in the nightmare this man was, with the aid of him introducing himself.

"It's me, doll," he chuckles, turning to me, "your boyfriend Cori."

I recoil, as this finally dawns onto me. Boyfriend my ass. I begin to heave as my frightened tears turn into bitter angry ones. I rise to my feet, chest rising and falling in anger. I point an accusing finger to the blonde, "you are NOT my boyfriend," I step forward each statement, "you stupid, annoying, evil little bitch-ass, rat!"

Corinthian raises his hands in defeat, chuckling once more, proceeding to wipe his glasses on his shirt, looking down as he snorts, "oh, but I am."

When he looks back up as he puts his glasses back on, the grin on his face disappears as he is faced with nothing but darkness.

Corinthian is no longer in the hall, he is only stood alone in the darkness.

"Deceiver."

Corinthian's blood runs still. His breath hitches when he turns and is faced with an imposing figure.

Dream of the Endless glares at his creation with a tense jaw. His eyes are lit with a fury. Corinthian can easily recognize the envy.

He feels a possessiveness, an irksome roll in his gut. What is he doing in my nightmare?

Corinthian grinds his teeth then exhales, adjusting his shades on the bridge of his nose. He feels ire rise up the artery in his neck, but he plays it off with an airy chuckle, "sounds like a whole lot of denial on your part, papa bear."

Dream's nostrils flare, he steps forward, not willing to lose to his spawn, "I have gotten my answer, nightmare. Bego-"

"You've been following us," Cori cuts in, not wanting to end the nightmare, not wanting to lose either. He watches the strangles expression on his maker tighten. The nightmare's gotten some good footing, "you've seen us walk together," he raises a brow, "laughing, holding hands."

The blonde is excited by the involuntary reaction he gets from Dream. His dark form darkens even more. The king begins to contort into a thing of horror. His form is shifting into fear itself.

If a nightmare had a nightmare, it would be him.

And yet he does a good job of playing it off, Corinthian wills himself to, just before fear overtook him, "it'd be stupid of you not to realize the feelings we evidently share for each other."

Lord Morpheus' frightful and terror-inspiring form begins to dwindle, to lose its edge at the his words. Corinthian was, like the Lord of Dreams said, a deceiver, a master at that, but he was nonetheless true at a point though. That was why a paleness overtook Dream's face, dejected, cold.

Corinthian enjoys the fact he has the upper hand, "I've been spending all my time, frolicking with-"

"And yet," his voice cracks like thunder, "you were denied," Dream cuts, smashes with a sledgehammer. He nears Corinthian. His master feels his shudder, "enough of your games, child."

A shiver runs down his spine. The power of his words over Corinthian was absolute gospel. He felt like he was being drawn back into the depths by his ankles. Cori was not giving up without a fight however.

"I can hear your true intentions, Corinthian," Dream speaks, "cease your childish prods-"

"No," Corinthian snorts. He points a finger to the ground, "no, you're wrong. You can't make me!"

He watches Dream narrow his eyes and tilt his head. He gulps when he hears him say, "can't I?"

Corinthian feels his body vibrate in anger, in annoyance, in deviance.

At the same time, they both feel the stirring of the being's consciousness.

Corinthian heaves, forcing himself to laugh, "there's still something you still don't understand, pops."

Dream is done with him, and yet he decides to humor his Corinthian, "and what would that be?"

"Unlike you, we actually have a relationship, and I'm actually, at least, friends with t-"

I gasp awake, feeling a cold sweat down my neck. I squeal and snap my head to the side when I hear a voice from across my bedroom.

It's Corinthian, taunting me, a blanket on his form from where he was spending the night on my sofa chair, groaning as he shifted, lips curving upward, "nightmare?"

I catch my breath, scowling, grabbing the pillow beside me on my bed, "asshole!" I throw the pillow at him, "I knew it was a bad idea to let you sleep over!"

Corinthian is hit in the face by my unexpectedly good shot. The glasses he kept on slips from his nose and yet he is undeterred, and even chuckles, "that's what you get for playing good Samaritan."

"Rat!" I bark, "cretin! TROLL! GREMLIN-"

"I don't know why you're so angry," Cori laughs, "I'm sure you don't remember a thing."

"That doesn't mean I don't feel the fear in my body, moron! IMBECILE!"

Dream, on the other hand, who manifested his consciousness back in the Dreaming, alerts Matthew, who had been waiting for him, perched on his throne's backrest.

"So?" the raven crows.

Dream ignores him, standing from his throne, and walking off with a dark cloud over head.

Matthew watches him storm away. He sighs, "I told you to just ask if Corinthian was-"

"Silence, bird."

Matthew stops. He sighs. He'd roll his eyes if he could. He gently mocks, "ok then, boss. You're the boss, boss."

[missvifdor]

NO SPOILERS! PLEASE !!

For Christmas, I received the first volume of the School of Good and Evil. I finished it maybe an hour ago. Anyway, here is my opinion: I loved it!

_Sophie is both exasperating and really funny in her search for ever more beauty and her happy ending. The fact that she only did what she wanted and then turned around when Aghata believed her words was both annoying and broke my heart, I can understand that she is just trying to achieve her lifelong dream but I can saying she's doing it the wrong way at all and hurting others in the process because she's so blinded by her desires. She's also a pretty bad friend even though she means well. But I liked his character, really.

_Aghata is one of my favorite characters! Even though she hid it well under her shell, she is very compassionate and kind. And I found myself agreeing with her several times as I read, she totally had a thread of thought and deed that I would have had if I myself had been kidnapped and brought into one of both schools.

_Terdo is walking on a piece of thin ice. I like him but at the same time I want to shake him to put his ideas back in place! I can fully understand where his mindset is coming from with his parents' story and all the bullshit. But his behavior also made me cringe so much! He is sometimes so unpleasant with Aghata simply because of her physique despite her small actions which proves her kindness. And at the end he said something that made me boil but I'm ready to give him a chance when I get volume 2. He doesn't have a bad background I feel but once again, Tedro walks for now on very thin ice.

_Hester, Anadil and Dot have a place in my heart. Even though I was saddened when the two turned their backs on Dot, I still love them, even if in their place I would have made sure Dot had somewhere else to be safe.

_Hort was adorable and he hurt me so much because of Sophie. I hope he will be better in volume 2.

_As for the rest of the students, I don't really have an opinion on them except maybe Beatrix and Kiko. Béatrix pissed me off a bit especially at the end and Kiko was sympathetic but not beyond polite interest.

_Anemone amused me as much as embarrassed during the reading, it felt so much that she does her best to teach the other princesses even if her heart is not in it.

_Princess Uma seemed to me to have a good background but got on my nerves with her personal story. Being able to talk to animals is a nice skill and for all intents and purposes but the situation of his furry companions made me so sad and angry! I simply wanted all the released to avoid their tragic end (same with wolves and fairies).

_I wanted to hug Clarissa several times despite her appearances that I found so infrequent, which is a shame. She cares so much about the well-being of all students, it made me smile.

_And for the end, I deplore the infrequent presence of Lady Lesso!! I love her so much even though she is different from her double in the movie! I also felt the little tension between her and Clarissa 😏