#except he's also already too out of it to keep a lid on his feelings for her... so we get the cutest cheesiest line ever. bless him

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— SMALLVILLE, “Lockdown” (5.11)

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hihi could you write a fic with the prompts

it's very rude to stare + you look better in my clothes than i do with Vernon

hey, good lookin' — chwe hansol | 1,135 words | fluff

feel free to sue me because i couldn't find any other way to write this except for f2l. thank you for requesting!!!

gender neutral reader. warnings: reader has slightly long hair.

“i think he hates me,” you say, leaning down to wash your hair in the sink for the last time. you’d almost forgotten how annoying it was to get sand out of your hair.

“no, he doesn’t,” vernon says, from where he’s sitting on the closed lid of the toilet seat, watching you as you work.

“how do you know that?”

“i know what he’s like when he hates someone, and that’s not what he was like with you. it was just a mistake. you saw how he tripped before he tripped you, right?”

“that’s not good enough,” you grumble, turning off the tap. cold water runs down your neck, adding to the cold you’re already feeling from your wet clothes sticking to your skin. “he could’ve just fallen by himself. he didn’t need to pull me down, too. why did he do that?”

“i don’t know. but he doesn’t hate you, i promise.”

you stand up straight, an idea striking you. “i know why.”

“hmm?”

“he’s just jealous i’m your other best friend.”

vernon lets out an unrestrained snort at that, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “then he’d also be jealous of the fact that i have eleven other best friends, apart from you guys.”

“yeah, but we’re like your…best best friends. right?”

“right,” he says, a smile on his face. “my best best friends who hang out even without me sometimes. seungkwan definitely hates you.”

“ugh.” you hate when vernon makes sense, which is almost always. “then it’s probably because that ice cream in the fridge i ate was his.”

“maybe.”

“how am i supposed to know what belongs to who? don’t you guys label your food when you keep leftovers in the fridge?”

“nah. we’re kinda lazy.”

“i’m never going to understand how you didn’t end up killing each other over the years,” you say shaking your head.

“it's the power of friendship,” vernon says, deadpan.

you focus on not looking at him as you rub your hair with the towel he’s given you. you also try not to focus on the fact that you’re alone in the bathroom with your best friend who also happens to be your crush. even if he’s just watching you towel your hair dry. you probably look like a sad, wet puppy.

how romantic.

“okay, now what?” you ask, gesturing to yourself. your clothes are still as wet as they were twenty minutes ago. “think you can chuck me in the dryer for a while? till i get dry?”

vernon gets to his feet. “don’t worry, i have a spare set of clothes for this exact reason.”

“seungkwan pushing you into the ocean being the reason?”

“accidents,” he calls out. you wait patiently for him as he gets you a shirt and sweats, both of which are perfectly oversized.

it’s not the first time you’ve worn his clothes, thanks to your sleepovers or that one time you turned up to his house drenched in the rain, but it never fails to make you feel the same way — tingly, shy, feeling like someone you’re not.

you step out of the bathroom after giving yourself one last look to find vernon thumbing through his phone. you’re going to have to get ready for dinner now if you want to be on time.

you catch vernon’s gaze in the mirror as you comb your hair, making sure it’s not dripping into his clothes, but he doesn’t stop looking at you even when you move across the room to dry the towel on a chair. it’s only when you throw the towel at his head that he finally blinks out of his daze. it’s weird.

you know he zones out sometimes, thinking about something else while staring at nothing in particular. this is different. he’s focusing. on you. till you got him to stop, at least.

“it’s very rude to stare,” you say, picking up your towel. “don’t you know that?”

“sorry,” vernon says, licking his lips. “i didn’t mean to. you just…”

“what?”

“nothing. sorry,” he says, pocketing his phone. “think we’ll get late if we don’t leave now.”

you feel odd standing in his room, in his clothes. he’s never looked at you like that before. “do i…look weird? is that it?”

vernon turns to look up at you, a frown on his features. “no. of course not. you’ve never looked weird. if anything, you look good.”

oh. he’s never said that before, either.

“…even with my hair all weird?”

“even then. come here?” he asks, and you comply, standing in front of him where he’s sitting. he holds his hoodie up to you. “it’s still cold outside. wear this.”

there’s something…intimate about wearing his hoodie. it’s something he uses every single day, it’s one of his favourite possessions, and he doesn’t part with it so easily. still, you don’t question it as you slip it on, feeling warmer the moment you wear it.

and he’s looking at you again. it ignites a weird feeling in your stomach, like he’s looking at something you’re not aware of.

“vernon, i swear if you don’t tell me what’s up i’ll ask seungkwan to push—”

“you look better in my clothes than i do,” vernon says, not breaking eye contact. “i never realized that before.”

“i…what? don’t stay stuff like that,” you chide him, feeling your skin heat up.

“why not?”

“because it sounds like a...pickup line.”

“it doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to.” his eyes are fixed on the way you’re playing with the sweater paws, and it makes you want to say something completely outrageous. enough to destroy your friendship.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, instead.

“just that you look good in my clothes. nothing more.”

“that’s not something friends just…say to each other,” you mumble.

“that would be an issue if i wanted us to be just friends, wouldn’t it?”

“you…” you turn to look at him. there’s a neutral expression on his face, but you can tell he’s nervous, the way his brown eyes are looking at you. “want to be…more?”

“if i do?”

how is he so nonchalant about this?

“i won’t say no,” you say, reaching out for his hand. he gives it to you instantly. “but…i don’t want this to be a prank, either.”

“it’s not,” vernon assures you, squeezing your hand. “took me long enough to get here.” he pulls you down onto his lap. “and for the record, seungkwan told me he had a plan to help me confess,” he says, looking up at you apologetically. “i just didn’t expect him to do that.”

your heart’s racing, but you somehow manage to thread a hand through vernon’s hair. “guess we’ll have to get him all that ice cream back, then.”

“see? he doesn’t hate you.”

[bodybahng]

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word count: 4.6k

pairing: brief fwb!chan x gn!reader, han x gn!reader

warnings: nsfw/mentions of sex and one quick smut scene (minors do not interact), unprotected sex (do not do this!), a bit of angst, alcohol mention, drunk character, jealousy

a/n: this was inspired by ‘i like it’. thank you to everyone who voted in my poll to choose the two members involved <3 and thanks to dear @bunnliix for beta reading it :3 i hope you guys enjoy it, feedback is greatly appreciated!

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it wasn’t supposed to be like this. one drunk hookup was all it took for you and chan to become friends with benefits, agreeing from the start that there were no strings attached. he didn’t want to be in a relationship and you didn’t mind having some fun seeing as you were single anyway.

the first couple of months were nice, either of you reaching out when you needed to blow off some steam and leaving once you were both satisfied. it was simple enough and worked really well.

the boys were definitely aware of your shenanigans, as there was no reason to hide it from them. it wasn’t awkward, but the past four months had you wondering if things were still the same.

chan started acting more affectionate towards you whenever you were together in bed or in his room, something he’d avoided in the beginning so the lines wouldn’t become blurred. you started wondering if something had changed for him to interact differently, but instead of asking him directly, you decided to wait.

it wasn’t until one particularly rare day, when you’d slept at the dorm because he called you over too late. you woke up with him cuddling you tight in his sleep, making your thoughts and heart race.

your feelings for him had never been anywhere past friendship, admiration and carnal desire, but it was hard to not think about progressing in your relationship, if you could even call it that.

“mornin’,” he said in a raspy voice as he pressed a kiss to your exposed shoulder. his t-shirt you had slept in had slipped down a little. “d’you sleep well?”

you hoped he couldn’t feel the way your breathing picked up, wanting to leave his hold so you could clear your mind. “yeah. you?”

“mhm,” he hummed, snuggling his face into your neck, his hot breath hitting your sensitive skin. a moan pushed past your lips before you were able to hold it back. “it’s not even 9 a.m. and you’re already up for some more fun?” he joked, eyes fluttering open to stare at you closely with a smirk.

trying to suppress your need, you chuckled as you pushed him away from you. “what i need is to get ready to go back home, sundays are for cleaning, remember?”

chan groaned in disapproval, but he let you get out of bed since he knew he couldn’t convince you to stay. he watched with half-lidded eyes as you changed into your clothes and picked up your bag. you were wearing black shorts and a simple button down, and he couldn’t help but stare at your bare legs.

“i’ll see you later then,” you said, biting your lip as he sat up in bed, covers falling to his hips and revealing his naked chest. “i’ll be busy the whole week except for thursday.”

he quickly went over his schedule in his head and nodded. “i’ll text you and we’ll meet up.” he waved and watched as you left and closed the door to his room.

“oh, y/n, hi!” han greeted as you walked out into the hallway, rubbing a towel on his dripping hair. “didn’t know you stayed over last night.”

if there was someone you always had a soft spot for, it was jisung. all of the boys knew that, since you’d often give him special treatment when you all went out to eat or when you went on trips and brought them gifts.

that’s exactly why everyone was a bit shocked to find out you and chan had been going out, you didn’t make a big deal out of it but also didn’t have any reason to go behind their backs and see chan in private. the seven of them always made sure to keep their curiosity to themselves, at least in front of you. who knew what they asked chan whenever you left.

“good morning, ji.” you smiled, wanting to hug him but holding your arms back, thinking how terrible it would be since you probably smelled like chan and sex. “i was about to leave ‘cause i have to clean the house,” you complained, dramatically dropping your shoulders and jutting your bottom lip out.

“have you eaten breakfast yet?” he asked, motioning for you to walk to the kitchen with him. “i can make you something before you go.”

you smiled warmly at the boy, squeezing his cheek as a silent thank you before you sat on a stool. “whatcha up to today?”

“not much, might play and write for a while then maybe watch some anime on my own or with minho hyung,” he spoke from his spot on the stove, the towel hanging on his neck giving him a soft, cosy look. “it’s not really a solid plan. are you going to be busy all day?”

“not really, i just have to tidy up and organise my stuff. but as you know, it’s a small place, so it won’t take long.” you sighed, resting your elbows on the counter. “wanna hang out after?”

han turned around, getting distracted by your legs for a second and then looking up to see you smiling. “i was about to ask the same! do you wanna go somewhere or stay in?” he took the plate with food and placed it in front of you.

“thanks,” you muttered, taking a bite. “delicious as always, ji. and maybe we could order some take out and i could watch anime with you instead?”

“perfect,” he replied, grabbing his phone in his pocket as it buzzed. “i’ll go over at 6, is that okay?”

“mhm,” you hummed, eating quickly so you could leave. “see you soon, thanks again for the food!”

ᝰ.ᐟ

“fuck, ah, you feel so good,” he moaned as he finally bottomed out, enjoying the way you clenched around him. he had been teasing you for so long, having eaten you out and made you come three times before pushing himself in. “i can’t get enough of you.”

pulling him in for a sloppy kiss, he swallowed every sound you made, hands touching every part of your skin that he could find. you pulled his hair as he hit the perfect spot inside of you, your other hand coming up to play with yourself as he thrusted deep. “you’re so- hng, so deep. i’m c-close.”

he smirked, sucking on your neck as you rolled your eyes, your high approaching quickly. it didn’t take long for you to tip over the edge, feeling the way he pulled back to release all over your stomach, some of it reaching your nipples.

“how is your body so perfect?” he asked as he cleaned you up with his mouth, rushing to grab a wet cloth to finish the job. “you’re perfect.”

your breath caught in your throat, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable. you got your clothes from the floor and got dressed as he did the same. you gathered up the courage to ask what had been haunting you.

“chan, don’t take this the wrong way, but… what are we exactly? i know we’re just friends that fuck, but lately you’ve been calling me more, taking me out to do stuff that couples do, cuddling when you kept your distance before… i’m starting to get mixed signals.”

he pressed his lips in a thin line as he took a deep breath. this wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have, but he knew sooner or later you’d press him about it. “we’re just having fun. i love being around you and i really like what we have, but i don’t see why there’s a need to put a label on it. can’t we just be…us?”

the words you were about to say died on your throat as the doorbell rang, making your stomach drop. curse you for giving into chan, especially when you had just been with each other the previous night, and curse him for having great stamina and spending more time at your place than he was supposed to.

“oh, you’re expecting company?” he questioned as you walked to the front of your house. “you could’ve told me.”

“i did tell you, but you were too lost in pleasure to hear!” you whisper yelled, closing your eyes to recompose before opening the door. “hey, jisungie.” you tried your best to give him a genuine smile, but everything about this made you want to run and hide.

“hey!” he said excitedly, lifting his hand to show you he brought your favourite food. “i know we usually order together, but…” he widened his eyes as he stepped in and saw chan standing beside you. “chan hyung? oh.”

“um, sorry, he was just leaving!” you said bashfully, rushing the older one out the door before closing the door, not bothering to say bye to him. “i’m so sorry, uh, i’m gonna take a shower real quick.”

you left before he could say anything and locked yourself in your bedroom. in record time, you had organised your bed, taken a shower and put on some comfortable clothes.

han was sitting on the couch with plates and glasses full on the coffee table, typing away on his phone until he noticed your presence while you walked up to him.

“that was quick,” he commented, not knowing what else to say.

“sorry about that,” you said sheepishly. “he was supposed to-”

“you don’t have to explain yourself to me,” he was quick to interrupt, knowing how bad you must’ve been feeling about the interaction. “let’s just eat now and watch something.”

nodding, you grabbed your food and started eating while he turned the TV on and scrolled to find a show you both wanted to watch. it was hard to focus when there were so many things swimming in your head.

eventually, the sound of your heavy breathing grabbed han’s attention, glancing to see you hugging your legs and leaning your head into the couch with your lips parted.

he had avoided looking at you the whole time, only making small comments about the show here and there. he hadn’t realised when you’d fallen asleep, now turning the sound down to not disturb you.

han ran a hand through his hair, wondering why he couldn’t just bring himself to talk to you about his feelings. he was planning on doing so on a random winter night, giving himself a pep talk in his room before coming out and seeing you entering chan’s bedroom with him littering your neck with kisses, kicking the door closed.

he had cried for most of the night, doubt and pain taking over his body as he repeatedly asked himself why he hadn't said anything before. but of course you’d want chan, who wouldn’t?

ever since then, he decided to keep his crush hidden, telling himself being your friend was better than losing you altogether. he never was upfront and didn’t ask either of you what exactly was the nature of your relationship, he couldn’t subject himself to this humiliation.

a mumble coming from you brought him out of the pity party going on in his head, focusing his attention on your sleeping form. he decided to turn the TV off, letting his hand rest on your shoulder to shake you lightly.

“y/n? come on, let’s get you to bed,” he whispered, laughing quietly as you just mumbled again and raised your arms. “oh, you wanna be carried?”

he didn’t wait for an answer as he sat at the edge of the couch and positioned you so he could carry you on his back. you hugged him tightly when he got up, chin resting on his shoulder, and he took you to your bed, laying you gently on the mattress.

opening your eyes briefly, you wriggled to get under the covers, keeping one end of it lifted up. when han just stared at you, you pulled at his hand. “come lie down.”

his flushed cheeks burned at the request, but he shook his head and tucked you in. “it’s not too late, i’ll just go back home.” he pressed a kiss to your temple before saying good night and leaving.

the next morning, your annoying alarm sounded loudly in the room, making you groan as you stirred in bed. reaching your arm to turn it off, you stretched and yawned, sitting up. the memory of han carrying you to bed and refusing to (literally) sleep with you came rushing back and you took a deep breath, also remembering what occurred prior to that.

why did things have to be so confusing? it wasn’t like you wanted a relationship with chan. but he also didn’t make it easy to not expect those things. you had to make a decision before things got bad between you two and ruined group hang outs.

after getting dressed for work and grabbing your things, you ate breakfast quickly and made a plan to text him on your lunch break, determined to end things. maybe it was inconsiderate of you to not do it in person, but that would just force you to go there only to break things off, and you didn’t want to deal with how awkward it would be.

when the time came, you chose to call him instead, after making sure to text him and ask if he was free to talk at that moment.

“hey, y/n,” he answered brightly. “everything alright?”

“hi, channie, yeah. i was hoping to talk to you about yesterday?” it sounded more like a question, wanting to know if he was up to discuss it.

“oh. what about yesterday? did i upset you because han arrived and i hadn’t left yet?”

“that was a little tough to deal with, but no, i wasn’t upset.” you sighed, forcing yourself to just spill it. “i think we should stop seeing each other. well, in the way we have been, obviously i want to still see you as a friend.”

the line was silent for a few beats as chan processed what you said. “so you were upset that i said we shouldn’t put official labels on us?”

“i’m not upset, chan, don’t worry about that. i just don’t think it’ll be good for us if this keeps going. well, for me,” you admitted, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“but why, though? things are fine as they are, just because i don’t want to date you this has to end?” he sounded defensive, which was weird coming from him. “why ruin the fun?”

“look, chan, we’ve been having fun, but as i said, the way you’re doing things is sending me a different message and even if i know you don’t want me like that, that’s my limit. i can’t do cutesy stuff with you while we’re just together to fuck.”

“and what if i stop doing that? we go back to just sex and being friends?” chan didn’t get the issue, wanting to keep having the option to call you when he wanted to de-stress.

“chan, this is my decision. i want to stop,” you said firmly, with a tone of finality. “it was good while it lasted, but it’s over.”

“okay... i can respect that,” he replied, adding that he needed to get back to practice, and then hung up.

ᝰ.ᐟ

it only took you a couple weeks to completely move on from your ‘situationship’ with chan. the fact that you stopped before you could develop real feelings for him was the smartest thing you could’ve done for yourself.

yesterday, there was a group hang out at the cuties’ dorm that went smoothly, you didn’t feel any tension or had weird interactions with any of them, especially not chan. it was good to have mature friends who you could just talk to and solve things instead of holding grudges and bottling things up until it inevitably exploded.

when you and the four boys left, they invited you to sleep at their place, since it was a friday. you took the couch even after changbin, hyunjin and han offered to take it so you could sleep more comfortably in their rooms. chan stayed quiet, not wanting to say the wrong thing to upset you and, since no one batted an eye, you figured he probably had already told them you weren’t seeing each other like that anymore.

the next day, after eating breakfast with the four of them, changbin and chan left to go to the gym while hyunjin was going to hang out with jeongin, leaving you and han alone. there was a voice that kept nagging him in his head to just talk to you about it. he didn’t know if it was too soon, but you looked like you were okay.

“i wanted to ask you something, but feel free to not respond,” he spoke up from his spot on the couch, hands on his lap as he stopped them from shaking. “why did you break up with chan hyung?”

locking your phone and leaving it aside, you got closer to him. “we just wanted different things, i guess.” he looked confused, so you continued, “we were pretty much exclusive, but he didn’t want to date me. we did a lot of things that couples do, and when i talked to him about it, he just said we were having fun and didn’t need to label it.”

han kept quiet as he listened to you, nodding to show he was paying attention. “i didn’t like chan like that, but with time i started thinking that it would be nice to have something on the more serious side, so i talked to him and decided it was better to stop.”

“that makes sense. and you’re okay with all that now?”

you didn’t even hesitate to nod, giving him a smile. “yeah. it’s not like i had feelings for him, but i knew i could have potentially developed them if things stayed the same. so it’s better to not be with him and be able to give someone else a chance.”

the silence that came after that was deafening to him. with your last sentence, he kept thinking ‘just say it’, but his mouth wouldn’t move. he eventually just nodded in acknowledgement and turned the TV on to put on the same show you had been watching together.

when your pair of friends came back from exercising, they walked in to find you and han cuddling, asleep on the couch. changbin glanced at chan, who couldn’t stop staring at you two for a full minute. he huffed and locked himself in his room for the rest of the morning.

“han, y/n,” hyunjin called when he got back, holding back a smile as he watched the two of you. “we ordered lunch, come eat with us.”

both of you were blushing messes when you woke up, realising the position you’d ended up in. after joining the others in the kitchen, the five of you chatted casually as you ate, and the whole time, you could feel the way han’s leg rested against yours beneath the table.

when all of you were done, you started washing the dishes as a way to thank them for letting you stay and paying for the food. han stayed to keep you company while the others hung out in the living room.

han and you went to their shared bathroom to brush your teeth before you’d go back to spend time with the rest of them. his heart tugged in his chest at how domestic you two looked, with him leaning on the wall and looking at you in the mirror as you stood in front of him. the simple action had him feeling a sudden surge of courage, and once you were ready, he asked you to come to his room for a second. your heart picked up its speed as the two of you stood next to each other.

you could see the way his body shook lightly and placed a hand on his shoulder, taking him to sit on the edge of his bed. “ji, whatever it is you seem to want to tell me, it’s okay. it’s just me, there’s no need to be nervous,” you said softly, grabbing his hand in yours. “what’s up?”

“i’ll just get it out then… i like y-you,” he confessed, eyes refusing to meet yours. “actually, i have liked you for a long time, but i was too scared to say anything. the day that i tried i saw you and chan… so i thought i would just get over it, but it hasn’t gone away. if you don’t like me back, that’s okay, i can deal with it, but i just needed to tell you.”

there it was once again, that silence hitting him in the face. his body was rigid, even if you were rubbing soothing circles on the back of his hand with your thumb.

“jisungie, look at me,” you said gently, one hand coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. he slowly glanced up, and you smiled at him. “you’re very cute, do you know that?”

you could feel his cheeks heating up as your palm came up to hold the side of his face. “the truth is, i have been feeling something for you… that day we hung out, i felt so bad that chan was there, and i couldn’t bring myself to say anything to you other than apologise because i was a little conflicted.”

“what do you mean?” he questioned, head leaning into your touch.

“well, we all know you’ve always been my favourite, even if nobody says it out loud.” you laughed, and his eyes softened. “i just didn’t let myself notice what the feeling was because we were all good friends and a part of me thought that approaching you could ruin that, at last that’s what chan had told me when i randomly joked about one of you falling for me.”

han scoffed, why would chan say that? was it so that he could have you all to himself?

“then, chan and i got drunk one day and when he said he could be mature enough to differentiate between friendship and desire, i convinced myself that it would be a good way to get over you… i know that sounds bad, but i didn’t know how to deal with it maturely six months ago.”

“so… do you still feel something towards me? and do you know what it is you feel?” he was trying his best to not sound hopeful, but his eyes gave everything away.

“i do, ji. i really like you,” you admitted, mirroring him as he flashed his heart shaped smile at you. you pecked the tip of his nose, making him scrunch it with a chuckle.

“so… what does that mean for us now?” he asked a bit more seriously, still unsure how to go about this whole thing.

“well, we already know each other pretty well, i think it’s just a matter of easing into the change,” you explained with a shrug, tilting your head as if asking for his thoughts.

“i would love that, y/n.” and with that, he couldn’t hold back anymore, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his lap, resting his forehead against yours. “can i kiss you now, please?”

“you don’t even have to ask, baby,” you replied, making him melt at the pet name, and met him halfway to capture his lips in the most intense, breathtaking kiss you’d ever experienced.

neither of you cared for delicate kisses right now with how desperate you both were to be close to each other, and when his tongue brushed against yours, your body reacted on its own. you bucked your hips, pressing into his already growing bulge and making him break the kiss as a surprised moan left his lips.

you could see that he was feeling embarrassed and tried saying something, but you interrupted him. “do not even think about apologising for that, baby,” you warned, pecking his lips. “if i’m lucky, soon i’ll get to hear even more of you, hm?”

“we’ve barely even started and i can already tell you’ll be the death of me, y/n.” he panted, his thumb on your back rubbing back and forth. “but i’ll die a happy man, i’m sure.”

you chuckled at his cheesiness, pushing him back as you kissed him again to make up for all the lost time. but, before it could go any further, you heard someone clearing their throat, making both of you look at the door.

chan looked pissed for some reason, and neither of you could understand why. “hyunjin wants to watch a movie and sent me to ask if you’ll watch it with us.”

you got up from han’s lap, pulling him to stand up with you. “yeah, we’re going…”

ᝰ.ᐟ

things had been amazing ever since you and han stopped being oblivious idiots and talked to each other, the group was really happy for you. all except one. chan.

you didn’t get why, it wasn’t like he wanted you that same way, so why did he seem to be extra grumpy every time you and han were close together?

all it took was for him to get drunk one day, showing up at your doorstep. you furrowed your brows as han was in your bathroom taking a shower, and you weren’t expecting anyone else over, much less now that it was past midnight.

“chan? are you okay? what are you doing here?” you held his arm as he stumbled in, his whole body reeking of alcohol.

“why,” he started, being interrupted by a hiccup. “why'd you do this?” a couple tears fell down his face. “everything was goin’ well, i liked it, but you broke my heart.”

you felt a pang in your chest at his words. was he really that selfish to not realise what he had done to himself? “chan, you are very drunk right now and i’m gonna ask ji to drive you home, you shouldn’t be here.”

“ji,” he spat. “what does he have that i don’t?”

your patience was wearing thin, but you knew you couldn’t be too harsh on him, you would do that when you confronted him sober tomorrow. “he was honest about what he felt, instead of just playing around and not giving us a shot.”

“darling, are you getting a snack?” han called from the hallway, searching for you and stopping once he saw his oldest friend leaning most of his weight into you as he cried. “hyung, what are you doing here?”

you turned to look at your boyfriend, shaking your head. “can you please take him home?”

he nodded, still confused, but knowing you would let him know what happened later. chan was a little resistant to leave, but you two were able to get him inside the car. “i’ll be right back,” han said, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“drive safe,” you replied, getting inside your house as he drove away.

you were more surprised than sad at the situation, not thinking that chan had it in him to accuse you of something when you were the one who was open and talked to him about it. you just hoped your friendship with him and the others wouldn’t be affected negatively by this down the line.

you tried to wait for han to come back, but eventually your eyes felt heavy and you fell asleep. you didn’t know how much time passed when you felt the bed dip, his cold arms pulling you to him.

“hi, baby, sorry it took me a while,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your hair. “good night.”

“night, ji” you mumbled, barely aware of what you were saying. “love you.”

if it wasn’t so late in the night, he would’ve jumped around in excitement, having waited so long to hear those words from you. “i love you too, y/n.”

[sleepybbie]

SNOOZY… zZz | nagi x reader

summary: you decided to visit your boyfriend in order to show him a small present you found when shopping…when upon arrival it started to pour down.

nagi seishiro x fem!reader

a/n: just a random fic i decided to write while i was doing my school work ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ it’s been raining a lot recently here in my country so :3

it wasn’t really planned, you just randomly decided to visit nagi on this particular day after you asked reo if they had practice. it was a saturday, there really wasn’t much going on except the fact you saw a something while going out shopping.

a cactus.

you laughed.

it was something as similar as choki, which is nagi’s cactus that keeps him company at his home.

however, this cactus you saw was a little bit smaller, just a half centimeter short. its pot was wrapped in a pretty pink ribbon along with a tiny fake flower that made it look appealing to the eyes.

so…you bought it.

it didn’t cost much, only around a hundred yen. you bought some snacks, drinks (along with the cactus you decided to buy out of nowhere) and made your way towards nagi’s place. you had an innocent smile on, humming as you walked.

it was…a good day.

you woke up early, did your morning routine, and then decided to go out. not to mention the sun was out and shining, and the air was fresh. there were a lot of children out on parks, too. owners walking their pets, and street performers asking for a few change.

this day was beautiful. you just wished you were with your lazy boyfriend right now.

oh how you wished you never said any of that..

you were close to the street where nagi lives, when all of a sudden, you felt a drop of water fall on top of your head. you looked up and realized…ah crap, it was starting to rain. you didn’t have an umbrella.

“ah, this is bad, this is bad..!” you murmured to yourself, immediately running as quick as you can while avoiding puddles that were forming on the sidewalk. thank goodness you were already close to nagi’s place.

the rain began to pour heavier and heavier, however lady luck was on your side today…and you had finally made it to his front door, a little drenched. you wrung the liquid out from your hair, doing the same to your clothes before letting out a breath of relief that you made it there just in time.

checking your phone, it was 9:21am.

maybe…you came here too early? you were sure nagi was still asleep at this hour. you feel your face heat up from realizing you’re probably missing him too much. were you clingy? you heard from your friends that being too clingy can be annoying sometimes. but you missed him…gah, think straight.

you were already here, what else can you do? besides, it was raining and you don’t have an umbrella with you. it’s now or never.

raising your hand, you pressed on his doorbell, hearing the noise ring from inside his home.

“hello? is anybody home?” you called. you rung the doorbell once more.

twice

third

still no answer. you nervously scratched your cheek with your finger, a small frown on your lips. the rain was still pouring down…you can’t just wait here forever.

the moment you were about to ring for the fourth time, the door opened, causing you to wince in surprise. “yes, who is it…?”

ah, there he is.

his voice was deep. standing tall as ever, messy white hair sticking on his face, still wearing his pajamas and eyes lidded close as he let out a small yawn. there was also a blanket draped over his shoulders…he looked so adorable. when he opened them back, doe eyes staring back at him, he almost froze. you chuckled anxiously, giving him a wave. “morning..” you greeted.

now the male was almost fully awake.

“y/n..? what are you doing here? it’s so early..”

“sei, it’s 9 in the morning..”

“eh…still far too early..and it’s cold.”

“s-sorry for coming here unannounced…i just texted reo and he told me you guys don’t have any practice today…so i decided to pay you a visit…mind if i come in? i bought something for us..also it’s uhh..raining, i don’t have an umbrella with me..” you questioned, a sheepish smile on your lips. nagi was silent for a few seconds, just looking at you and your cute face, until he answered, “..sure, come on in.”

“pardon the intrusion..”

you politely followed nagi inside his home, taking your shoes off before entering his bedroom where your boyfriend hurriedly went back to bed, covering himself in the blanket he brought along with him. you put your stuff on his desk, taking out the items you bought one by one.

“i bought some ingredients i can use to make you some breakfast. how does miso soup sound along with eggs and bacon?” you asked, looking over his figure that was watching you as you did your work.

“digesting’s a pain..but thanks..that will do. ‘m tired of eating the pouches i have on my fridge..”

“that’s because you should try cooking a homemade meal for once, sei. it’s not hard,” you tell him, laughing a bit. he shrugs, “cooking’s such a hassle. besides, eating a meal made by you is better..” he says, you blushed a little from that comment.

the rain poured even more when you started making the rice. you asked permission from nagi if you could turn on his tv to see the weather report, and he just said to go on ahead. as expected, the rain was going to pour for the entire day, and you weren’t sure what time you’ll be heading home.

“just as i thought the weather would be good for an outing..” you said with a sigh before turning the television off to continue cooking. the miso soup tasted great, you knew you could trust yourself when it comes to your cooking skills. as for the eggs and bacon, one of the bacon came out a little burnt, but you did ok. you quickly grabbed two bowls and a plate, and served rice and miso soup on the two before the eggs and bacon on the plate.

there, the perfect breakfast. you had to slap yourself after you almost whispered how you felt like a housewife.

when you made it back to nagi’s room with the tray of food, he was already up, looking out the window while mumbling a few words. possibly talking to his cactus.

oh right..!

the cactus you bought earlier. better if you tell after he ate.

“sei, i made you breakfast..!” you say, happily walking towards him to sit beside on the bed. nagi turned his head to meet his eyes with you, and you swore you saw a small sparkle in his dull grey pupils. “yay..”

“here, eat up.” you gently handed him the tray and watched him deliver his thanks before digging in. he felt like he was hit by an angel when he first tasted the miso soup, how he missed eating it. “it’s been a while since i ate miso…yummy..”

“i’m glad you liked it. i used my mom’s recipe while making that.”

“taste good. the bacon is a little burnt though..”

“ahaha…sorry, i was watching the weather report..”

he swallowed the rice down his throat before looking at you, shaking his head, “nah, is fine. thanks again for making me breakfast..” a simple kiss on the forehead made your heart skip two beats. you looked down, feeling bashful. nagi wasn’t even trying when it comes to making you flustered…he’s not a genius for no reason after all.

once he’s finished with his breakfast, the snowy haired boy groans as he stretched his arms up while you take the tray out from his lap. “that was so good…but i’m full. why do humans eat then get full? such a bother..” he mumbles, scratching his still messy head.

“ah, sei i almost forgot..! wait here..”

“hm?”

nagi watches as you walk out his room only later on to walk back inside, this time both of your arms hiding behind your back and an excited smile plastered over your lips. he rose a brow up…a surprise?

“what’s that?”

giggling, you showed nagi what was behind your back, flashing a small cactus on your palms. nagi blinked twice.

“ta-da! it’s just like choki, right? i saw it earlier while i was out shopping…!” you say, and nagi sat there, blanket over his lap…puzzled.

“oh…cool.”

you pouted, “c’mon is that all you have to say? it’s really pretty..!”

“yeah, sure..”

another sigh escapes your lips. although he acted like that, you still couldn’t help but laugh as you made your way towards his side, sitting down, and placed the cactus next to choki, a huge smile on your lips. it was a lovely sight, while the pouring rain didn’t make any difference.

“so cute, they look like a couple..!”

nagi hums, “mm…yeah.”

“what do you think i should name the one i got?”

“they look the same..just in a pink pot and wrapped in a ribbon..”

“t-there’s a difference..how about i name it guu? guu-chan, right? this time instead of scissors, guu-chan looks like a rock..!” a soft chuckle erupts you lips, laying your head on his shoulder as you did. the rain began to faint down…casting a relaxing yet still cold atmosphere inside his house.

nagi looked over at the two plants that were sitting next to each other, mind empty, the only sound of your laugh and the rain echoing his home. he also sees the reflection on the window of you with him, your head on his shoulder, laughing like an angel next to him.

it was a different scenery to glance at. every morning when he wakes up, all he had was choki and his lonely figure on the reflection. fate came colliding, then he met reo and then he met you..

choki and guu-chan..hmm..

they remind nagi of him and you.

“rock beats scissors though…no fair..”

“would you like to name it something else then, sei?” you paused your laugh when you asked him that.

nagi was back to being silent, not long as his arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you in.

“eh…no is alright. it was named by you after all..” and then he pulls you down on his bed, letting you take in his warmth.

your hair smelled like lavender, he loves it. it was comfy like this. cuddling with you in the pouring rain, no noises whatsoever. he wished he could stay this way forever. pulling over the blanket to take in you both, your hands grip over his arms that was wrapped around you. “s-sei..! hey, we have to get up now. it’s almost 10am..”

“ehh…it’s too much of a hassle..just stay with me in bed…feels so comfortable..” he mutters over your neck. he hugs you even tighter, feeling the warmth engulf around you both. it was a little dark in his room, only the covered sun as the only source of light entering from his window despite having his curtains a closed shut. he tangles his legs with yours, pulling you even closer when he hears you gasp.

“sei…”

“i’m here..” he whispers.

the rain didn’t seem to stop falling down above the heavens. the clock began to tick from outside his room.

you blushed (thanking that he couldn’t see your face right now since you look like a lovesick idiot, his lovesick idiot), hiding your face on his shoulder, hands now on his chest, hearing his heart beat mixed with yours. for a few moments, you feel nagi pull away, eyes staring into yours. he looks handsome. drop dead handsome.

“y/n..”

“yes..?”

another swarm of tranquil silence.

“promise to always stay with me..?”

pour, pour, pour…

one drop, two drops, a million drops.

your beautiful eyes sometimes make him caught off guard, they’re like an ocean. he doesn’t mind getting lost in them. and you feel the same towards his as well.

with a chuckle, you smiled, caressing both of his cheeks with your hands, “i promise, sei..”

“your hands are cold..”

“ah…sorry.”

“eh, i don’t mind..”

‘i don’t mind.’ those words. coming from the same person who says how everything is such a pain in the ass, the same person who has no motivation whatsoever in life. the same person who you fell in love with.

the two of you stayed like that for a moment, before nagi pulls you in for a sweet long kiss. it was electric. and cozy. just like him. he was a big baby. nagi loves the taste of your lips, it was addicting to kiss. that’s what he thinks when he kissed you for the first time.

when you pulled away, your eyes darted down, cheeks heating up and palm covering half of your face. cute, he thinks. is it perverted if he thinks how he likes when you’re all flustered?

“y/n…look at me.”

you obliged. the view in front of you, shocked you a little.

nagi seishiro…was smiling.

it was a faint smile, however it was a rare sight to see indeed. reo was right. you felt a cupid shooting another arrow through your chest.

“y/n..”

‘i love you. i breathe for you. i will strike everyone down for you even if it’s a bother.’

nagi lets his head fall down on your shoulder, pressing small pecks on your neck, hearing small gasps erupt from your lips. “s-sei..”

“being with you..isn’t a pain..or a bother..or either a hassle.”

ah

that line

you heard it before

reo mentioned it once.

but you didn’t mind not answering back. nagi already knows your answer.

just like his best friend said..

it’s just how nagi seishiro says ‘i love you.’

[heartseungbin]

hello how have you been??

could you pretty please do hard thoughts of boypussy!skz?

BP!SKZ HARD THOUGHTS

warnings; free use mentions, dacryphilia, pussy slapping, squirting, nipple play, strap use, exhibitionism, let me know if i missed anything!

notes; i didn't know if you wanted them as head cannons or whatever this is but here they are! gn reader except for seungmins part

Chan- mirror sex

chan loves mirror sex with you

loves watching the way his gushing pussy is clenching around your fingers

makes his toes clench watching your lidded lust filled eyes all on him

and the way you force him to look at himself in the mirror?

probably heightens the experience for him

he's sat in between your legs and loves watching your expressions in the mirror

your pinching his cute lil clit

and his milky thick thighs snap shut from the plessure:((

you forcing them back open and slapping his soaking pussy as a punishment cause poor boy can't keep his legs open for you!

Minho- free use, bratting

Minho was bein a brat

a brat who is also wearing his "use me at any time you please" band

so

you did just that!

he was cooking you both a lunch after ignoring you and being a complete and utter brat all day

what do we do with brats?

we finger them open on the kitchen counter!

he's moaning, pushing back against your fingers like a whore

slick dripping onto the floor where you have him bent over

his hands are gripping uselessly at the counter searching for purchase:((

literally attempting to flee from your harsh thrusts into his pussy, hitting all the good spots so well:((

he's shaking, pleading with you to slow down, that he's sorry, he's ready to be a good boy now

but it's too late, your hand is already on his hip pulling him back onto your punishing fingers everytime you pull out!!

Changbin- gentle sex, fingering, nipple play

changbin is such a good boy

i cannot find it in my heart to even write this man as a brat

good boys derserve gentle fuckin and lovin

fingering changbin nicely, fingers reaching the deepest parts of him:(

bunny boy is so overwhelemed at the love he's feelin, slick dripping onto the bed and all over his thighs

pullin your fingers out of him just to see the slick trail they left connecting your fingers to his pussy

i feel like he'd be so sensitive, legs quivering everytime you press a rough thumb to his pretty clit:(

lets out the loudest squeals as you touch a slick soaked finger to his nipple at the same time as you rub his clit

overall changbin is such a good boy so him and his pussy should be treated well!!

but this is hard thoughts ofc so

Binnie with a clit piercing, tugging on it watching him cry out n squirm:((

literally squirts all over you the second you slide a finger into him and tug on the piercing at the same time..

Hyunjin-clothed sex, squirting, kinda public sex/exhibitionism

gifting Hyune a cute pair of lacey panties to wear the day your all set to have a movie night together

and making him squirt through them

rubbing his pussy through the panties under the blanket while everyones unaware.

when it first happens his legs snap shut around your hand, letting out a little squeak

he looks at you with wide eyes cause??? the boys are here???

you shrug, throwing him a smirk and force his legs back open, continuing your work

he can't deny that them being here while your doing this is turning him on more then he'd like to admit..

you ask him anyway though, if he'd like too continue

he nods his head, cheeks pink with embarrassment

you push the lacey panties to the side, sliding a finger into his slick pussy

lets out a small moan, alerting everyone in the room

while everyones attention was on him he burned red hot, blush creeping down his neck to his chest

you pinch his clit at the exact moment someone, he doesn't know who, asks if he's alright and he can't help but moan loudly, legs shaking and his head lulling back

you look around the room with a smirk, the moving of your hand under the blanket making everyones eyes widen

oops the blanket falls!!

you've both been caught and hyunjin thinks it's the end of the world...but why is everyones attention unyeilding on you playing with his pussy..?

Jisung- multiple orgasms, clit play

you and jisung both wanted to see how many times he could squirt just from having his clit pinched and played with

your taking his clit between two fingers and lightly squeezing the little bud making his legs thrash and him arch his back

you smile at him smugly

"arching like a whore," you comment, making him whine

you flick his clit meanly, making him let out wet sobs, pussy drooling untouched onto the white sheets staining them grey

he's already came two times from this, at this point closing his thighs around your hand from overstimulation, begging you to stop torturing his poor clit:((

cute lil wet sobs and tears coming from his eyes, clit on fire

he's clenching around nothing cause he feels so empty, the least you could do is feed his hungry hole!!

Felix-exhibitionism

Cute lil lix expressed to you his want of being fucked in front of all his group members so ofc you had to do that for your fairy boy

he's in the middle of the room with you fingering him open slowly, and he's so wet, leaking like a facet all over the carpet

no one's saying anything and his cheeks burn from the embarrassment of being the only one naked

but he loves the attention, letting out louder than usual moans under the attention of his bandmates and lover

it's like he's putting on a show for you all to watch, arching against your touches on his nipple and grinding his pretty pussy onto your fingers

the boys can't help but jerk off too, loving the show lix was putting on for them

the way they're lust filled eyes were gazing at him made his toes curl in pleasure, legs shaking when you curled your finger deep inside him

he preens under the attention, silently thanking you for this opportunity because wow, who knew he was into being watched while getting fucked?

after all, the boy is a performer

Seungmin- choking/asphyxiation, rough fucking (fem reader) strap use

seungmin is a whore

i feel like he'd be into choking (i want to expand or talk or write about this later)

pounding into his hole that's drooling around your strap, your hand placed on his neck

his eyes are rolled back, arching into the touch, fingers gripping and scratching at your hand on his throat

he likes the feeling of it there, the lightheadedness he gets when being choked

your hand is on his waist, pulling him back onto your strap

legs flailing, toes curling as he tries to escape the harsh thrusts:((

he's panting from the force, pussy clenching around you making it hard to continue your harsh thrusts

you tighten your grip on his neck, fingers slightly pressing on his pulse points and his eyes roll back, legs shaking harshly as he squirts around your strap, slick hitting his chest

in conclusion seungmin just wants to be fucked on your strap n choked

Jeongin- plushie humping, guided masterbation

You were away and came back only to find your innie humping your cute brown bear:((

he wasn't usually being a bad boy and breaking the rules!! promise!!

so just this one time you'll let him get away with it

but oh no innie, that's not the right way to do that!

your never gonna get any friction if you do that so you have to teach him!!

you position him so his clit bumps the bears nose everytime he humps

"Now try baby," you tell him, sitting on the bed next to him

he whimpers, the nose of the bear hitting his clit just right

"just like that baby," you say, a comforting hand on his back and a hand playing with his chest

he feels so embarrassed being caught like this..

but it's okay!! innie just wanted to feel good

he bucks his hips into the bear sloppily, slick staining the bears nose

he feels so good like this, grinding his hips onto the bear and smearing his slick everywhere

you bring a gentle hand down to his clit to play with, making his pleasure increase tenfold

he sputters out thank yous and feels so goods, grinding at fast past

finally cums all over the smiling bear, collapsing onto you with a cute lil huff

[celestiaras]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ under the desk support during suika ]❜

ft. vezalius bandage x gn! reader — krisis, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ giving zali under the desk support while he’s doing an endurance suika stream because it’s been nine hours and you want attention┊0.9k words

contains: smut!! dom to sub reader & sub to dom vezalius┊established relationship (reader is also a vutber but their relationship is secret), under the desk blow-jobs while he’s streaming, bratting/brat-taming, hair-pulling, facefucking, swallowing

➤ author's note: in honor of zali finally getting double suika, ignore how it has like the exact same ending as my most previous vox fic i couldn’t think of anything and i'm so goddamn tired

endurance streams for longer games like resident evil or the quarry are understandable, but how has he not gone mad from the repetitive music playing in his headphones and the colorful eye-straining pixelated fruits that he’s been staring at for the past nine hours? he was already playing for quite a while when you started streaming for six hours (which is pretty much an endurance stream itself) and when you finished up then picked someone to raid, he was still going strong. zali was utterly addicted to the grind of getting double watermelons suika and there was nothing stopping him.

he was so concentrated that he didn’t even notice you walk in, just humming along to the theme song and happily commenting to his chat— god, he was so cute with that determined glint in his eyes as he silently muttered curses at the peaches that refused to touch. you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and gave him a little peck on the cheek, returning the smile he gave you but still wanting to steal more of his attention.

you bit the inside of your mouth before smirking as a mischievous idea came to mind, making your way to situate yourself underneath his desk— kneeling in between his legs and beginning to trace an outline on his pants, knowing that he has so much pent-up frustration from the game not going how he wanted it do.

panic settled it and your partner blushed scarlet red, quickly muting himself on stream before turning all of his attention on you. “i-i’m streaming!” he sputtered, “we can’t do this now!”

“i’m bored, it’s been more than half the day!” you pouted, “i’ll be nice and quiet, okay? i promise.”

zali sucked in his breath and considered his options that both had the possible consequence of getting caught because he knew damn well that you were too stubborn to budge and ending the stream so suddenly would lead to fans getting suspicious. after a few seconds of compilation, he nodded and reminded you just not to make a sound. it’s not like the thrill and your enthusiasm wasn’t enough to give him a raging hard-on in the middle of gaming.

and so his stream continued with the lie that he was responding to a message while you sneakily pulled down his belt to expose his erection to the cold air. you rested your hands on his thighs to keep his legs open for your own easy access, experimentally giving his cock a kiss and watching pre-cum beginning to dribble out from the tip.

you were slow with the intent of teasing him, running your tongue along his shaft and inaudibly giggled when you saw him clench his jaw. taking his shaft past your lips from the tip to the base, being as quiet as a mouse just like you promised with the exception of the muffled sound of sex coming from his dick covered in wet heat. watching him take deep breaths before laughing it off with his audience as just frustration about how the game wasn’t going his way was so amusing, especially with how his model couldn’t capture the look of poorly-contained lust in his golden eyes— it was a sight that only you could see past your lidded eyelids and it had heat blooming from your core to drip through your underwear.

with every click of his mouse and every second that past, zali would feel his resolve beginning to crumble. he didn’t trust himself to say another word into his microphone without groaning, not quite sure if you were testing his acting skills to stay silent or only focusing on making him finish in your mouth. suika was a simple game that only really needed strategic planning, but his breathing became ragged as if he was playing a game that required movement like virtual reality.

he waited until encountering the all so familiar ‘game over’ before clearing his throat and smiling, “ah… so sorry guys… i completely lost track of time, it looks like i need to be somewhere right now…” he said his goodbyes to his understandingly confused but understanding fans and ended his very long stream, not bothering to raid another talent nor switching settings to thank everyone for watching nor putting on the ending screen because he only had one on his mind in the moment.

now that he didn’t need to worry about the audience that would possibly pick up on your antics, he danced his lithe fingers between the strands of your hair before roughly slamming the head of his cock deeper into your mouth and making it hit the back of your throat, freely being as loud as he liked without fear while you choked around his member.

he dragged your mouth along his length and essentially used you as a living fleshlight to get him off with how rough he was being, not giving you a moment to breathe or to rest until you finally tasted tasted his thick seed shoot out on your tongue a couple of seconds later. his grip on your locks loosed and allowed you to finally disconnect yourself from him after swallowing, feeling proud of yourself to being able to pull your addicted lover from the computer after so many hours.

before you could even bask in your little victory, zali bent at the waist to quickly snatch you off the carpeted floor to make you cradle his lap. “did you really think you could put me in such a situation and not get in trouble, lovely? i wonder how i should punish you…”

[bepisbee]

Artist

It just started as something stupid. His teacher had once again taken away his book for reading in class. His work was done! Vio still got angry at that. It was almost out of spite, that he began doodling in notebooks. It looked like he was working, and the teachers were satisfied. Sure he was excited that Grandpa Smith had allowed them to enroll after their adventure, but he was tired of them being so strict. He kept it up for the year and forgot the next when he got a better teacher.

He never kicked the habit, though. When he was finished with his book and couldn’t get up for another, when he wasn’t allowed to after a test, (which he also thought was stupid and made him angry), and sometimes just to unwind.

He started drawing places and people. Current and past. Detailed drawings. By the time they were all adults it was more than just a little habit, it was something he honestly enjoyed. It was also something he never bothered to tell his brothers.

Vio rolled up his purple knit sweater sleeves, sitting cross legged on the Smith’s rooftop. Crisp fall air bit at his nose and fingertips, but Vio found the sensation refreshing and satisfying. Where Blue wouldn’t be caught dead in the cold, he enjoyed it immensely. He drew the landscape beyond the home. His page was about three-quarters into the well worn book. He wished he had known that night it would be last time in a long time he would see that sight, or he would have finished the drawing.

In his defense, no one expects several different versions of himself to appear from a portal, despite being able to except seeing four.

Vio’s eyes are half lidded, out of focus, as their team talks. He was lost in thought, the topic of tonight’s ‘get to know you’ was hobbies.

“What about you?” Hyrule gently nudges his arm. Vio looked up,

“Hm?”

“He’s boring!” Blue interjects, waving a hand dismissively. “He reads and studies.”

“Oh,” he puts together what he was asked when not paying attention. “Well, I uh.” He looks sheepishly at his fellow color, mild guilt over keeping this from them. It’s not like it was some huge secret or anything, but by the time he felt comfortable saying anything it was too late since he had started. “Actually I do.” he mumbles and goes into his bag.

“Other than reading?” Blue snorts. “That doesn’t count we all already know that.”

“Blue, be nice.” Green scolds.

Vio hesitates, then silently hands over a very well worn drawing book. Hyrule seemed surprised.

“May I?” he opens it.

“Go ahead.” Vio takes a deep breath and lets it out, nervous. Red comes over, eyes bright in curiosity himself. Hyrule flips through some pages.

“Woah…” his admiration and awe brings over more of the chain, who lean over Hyrules shoulder to see. He stops flipping and stares with furrowed brows a moment. “Who is this?” He turns over to the page in question. He had forgotten about that one, Vio’s breath left him for a moment. It was a detailed work he had done on Shadow Link. From memory, but this was the best out of theirs. It was his profile, staring out the fire tower window in a rare moment of calm contemplation. It was one of the most realistically drawn pages in the book. Hyrule flipped to another page, “There’s a few of this guy, there all amazing. I feel like I am actually looking at them!”

Red froze when he saw what he was talking about, between the stiffness in his shoulders and Vio’s silence the group picked dup on the tension immediately. Hyrule sputtered to hand the book back.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to intrude on something personal!” Vio puts his hands up and softly pushes it back towards him.

“No, no. It’s alright. I gave you permission to look. I forgot what was all in this one…” His tone was so much softer than the chain had ever heard. It even had Time looking over, who had been minding his own business. “Do you remember when we told you about our last adventure? When I had tried to convert our living shadow to our side from within?” He got nods. Red sat down next to him silently in support. “That��s them.” he pointed to the page it was on now, Shadow laughing over something stupid, fangs flashed. “There’s a little more to it than just that.”

“Well, no shit.” Legend snarks, trying to loosen the tension, “No one draws someone like that just because.”

“I tried to draw Wolfie once, but he wouldn’t sit still long enough for me to memorize the patterns on his fur.” Vio glanced at Twi, who grinned.

Vio smiles, “Yeah.” he was glad someone picked up on it. “We were…” he glanced at his brothers, “Close. I’m not sure what I would label it as.” his gaze lands with sad longing on the drawing. “I would do just about anything to just see them again.” Legend’s playful gaze, softened.

“I get that.” he put a hand on his shoulder as he walked back to spot around the fire. Some understanding passed between them. Twi also shared a look with Vio for a moment. Hyrule handed back the book.

“Thank you for sharing. Your drawings are really good! Maybe you could draw some of us sometime?” Vio flipped it to a more recent page and turned it around. Wild leaning over a pot with a contemplative look while Wind was running up behind her in the background, arms overflowing with different mushrooms, truffles, and plants. The next page with Wars and Sky sparing playfully, scarf billowing in the wind. in the corner of a page was a doodle of the wind waker and Twi’s clawshot with a few curious notes. Some similar doodles around the edges.

He flipped it to the unfinished page of the landscape from the roof.

“Cool!!” Wind pointed. “Hey, it’s me!” he beamed.

“...If you would like I could draw people for you, when we see them next. So you can keep it with you. Like Sun, or Aryll.” he offers. “Or I can do my best on descriptions.” he meets Legend’s eyes for a moment.

“That sounds really nice Vio,” Hyrule sits back down in his spot now too. “I wish I could draw like that. I don’t have many hobbies outside of my magic.” he changes the subject. Just like that it was over and moved on. He felt a little lighter after sharing, though. Blue stopped him that evening before bed, quietly mumbling an apology for making him sound like he only cared about books, he really hadn’t meant it like that but sometimes his ribbing sounded more serious than he meant. Vio gave him a shoulder pat, a true gesture of acceptance, considering his aversion to touch. They were good. They would always be. And if Vio maybe drew the chain sleeping at the camp, well who would know? He was just grateful Hyrule hadn’t commented on his tiny corner doodles of Shadow, and what he might think about things.

Vio looked at the page wistfully, homesick. At least he had good friends, and his brothers. It made him feel a little less lonely. He turned to the page of Shadow’s profile. Vio fell asleep like that, leaned up against the log and page on Shadow.

In the morning, he had a blanket around his shoulders.

[hotcat37]

for @morbid-things <3

46: out of jealousy

Okay, Tommy gets it, those two only see each other every few months for maybe 3 days at best. It's understandable that they're gonna be a little clingy during the precious time they have left. But do they need to be this clingy?

The Estonian is leaning against the wall of some karaoke place Jere dragged them to after the Tavastia concert, watching with hawk eyes at where Bojan is getting awfully cozy with his lover. They're singing their hearts out to My Heart Will Go On, Jere's verses mostly made up of vaguely recognizable noises. Bojan is being a total show off and hits every note. All good and fine. Except that the Slovene can't seem to keep his hands off of the short rapper, constantly getting all up in his space, pulling Jere closer to him.

He's so fucking doing that on purpose. Tommy can tell by the way brown eyes keep catching his gaze every now and then. And he swears he can see Bojan smirk at him. Mocking him. That damn boyfriend stealer. The thought that Jere loves his boyfriend Tommy must be too much for Bojan's tiny brain to handle.

The brunette tolerates it up until Bojan straight up kisses Jere's neck once the song comes to an end. The Finn seems oblivious to how hard the Slovene is trying to piss Tommy off, laughing like he's having the time of his fucking life, already swaying a bit from the alcohol. The urge to slip something in Jere's drink to have an excuse to take him home is strong, but alas, Bojan is also sleeping over at the apartment so there wouldn't be much sense to it. Still, Tommy is getting agitated watching this shitshow, so he discreetly waves his lover over once Jere finally turns to look at him again.

The rapper practically bounces over, the smile on his face so sweet that Tommy almost can't bring himself to be rough with him. Almost.

He reaches out to grab Jere by the waist, forcefully pulling him against his body, swallowing the surprised squeak his boyfriend lets out by pressing his lips against the other man's. Tommy dominates Jere's mouth with his tongue, easily pushing past teeth to taste something fruity yet bitter. The small Finn whines softly, hands clumsily coming up to interlock his fingers into brown hair. Tommy holds him tight, enjoying the way Jere shudders in his arms.

Glancing past his lover's shoulder, though, Tommy's eyes meet Bojan's. The Slovene is standing motionless in the middle of the busy place, eyebrows furrowing together as he observes the couple. The Estonian doesn't break eyecontact, sends a message. He's not yours, he wordlessly tells Bojan with his gaze alone.

For a moment Bojan defiantly keeps watching. An image of blood and bruises and a dug out grave flash past Tommy's eyes and he feels almost light-headed with desire. If only. Eventually Bojan accepts defeat and turns away, and Tommy takes that as a cue to let Jere go. The Finn is panting, out of breath, pupils blown and eyes half-lidded. The older rapper licks his lips to break the strand of saliva connecting their tongues before laughing when Jere slumps against him as if dizzy.

"Easy there, beautiful." Tommy holds Jere up, his hold around the younger man now more gentle.

Blue eyes blink up at him with such love and adoration that it gives Tommy a sick rush of pleasure to know that Bojan will never have this.

[mybuckynotyours]

Soldat's Pet

Pairing: Dark!Dom!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.2K

Summary: When Bucky is your Soldat.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Pure filth really. Smut with clothes on (Bucky as WS), thigh riding, physical and psychological restraint, pet names (doll face, sweetheart) sometimes in a degrading way, knife play, lots of teasing and orgasm denial.

A/N: I hope you will enjoy this as much as I've enjoyed writing this! Any comments and reblogs will be greatly appreciated. Thank you for reading! <3

Bucky grunted and twisted in his confined state you had him in. His jaw was clenching and his eyes were bloodshot, shooting daggers you way. It wasn’t really out of spite, this was all playful and innocent except it wasn’t.

Sure you were having your fun having your Soldat tied up with the ropes he would usually use on you. He had taught you how to use them long before you had this idea that you were currently playing out.

You stood in front him, in your naked state, your skin glowing as you were riding Bucky’s thigh, moaning softly Soldat into his ear.

You knew that he was more than capable to free himself and take you right there and then. He was so painfully hard. You could feel how strained he was in his combat gear. His cock was ready to poke out at any second. Oh fuck.

“Mmm, Soldat, cannot wait to ride that dick, should I unzip you now? Hmm, maybe not, but soon, my love.” You chuckled softly as Bucky hissed to your teasing.

“You know how easy it is for the tables to turn, doll face, careful what you wish for.” He smirked as he shifted in his seat, causing the bulge in his pants to graze gently against your thigh.

Bucky licked his lips as he watched your breasts bounce up each time you rode his thigh, oh how he wanted to take one of your nipples against his teeth, to bite, lick and suck till he’ll mark you. He loved to mark your body. After each session you’d end up with a new mark on your body and you always wore these marks so proudly. It was either bite marks on the inside of your thigh, the imprint of his hand on your sore ass or the hungry trail of kisses he would leave on your neck, looking like a necklace, depicting the ignited passion of your lusty events.

Your own juices stained his combat gear and he loved nothing more. Except he also really wanted a taste of your sweet nectar. “Untie sweetheart, I’ll make it worth your while. Too bad you’re staining my gear when I could eat you out.”

“Tsk tsk, such foul language my Soldat.” You grazed your index finger against his plush redish lips to which he pouted as he place a gentle kiss. He wanted to grit his teeth again, his teeth almost hurt with frustration but he played along for now.

“I will have you however I want you soon and you will be begging me for mercy.” Soldat’s lips curled again into a smile, only this time it was much darker. You knew that you were closer to bringing out the Soldat to play.

His metal arm was already vibrating, you could feel it as your fingers were on his cold metal shoulder. You were still wiggling on his lap, the friction you were creating was almost sending you to your sweet release, your body hot against him as you edged yourself. With half lidded eyes and mouth hung open you were getting lost in the moment that you barely made out the fact that Bucky had indeed broke free from the ropes and had his hands gripping your hips to stop you in your place.

The ropes were futile for sure, especially the way you had your Soldat all riled up, ready to fuck you till you were raw.

“This isn’t fair! Too soon!” You protested, giving him a dirty look. “I was so ready to come.” You whined again as you now tried to wiggle away from his hold.

“Doll face, you know that you cannot beat me at my own game.” His baby blue eyes were colder now, more sinister than before as he had you exactly where he wanted you. It was his turn to have all the fun now.

“Stand up and keep your hands behind your back at all times.” He ordered calmly. “And you know what happens if you disobey right?” He reminded you as his hands let you go for you to do as you were told.

“What would happen if you do not do as I say? Do you remember hmm?” He was taunting you.

“I won’t get to come today.” You mumbled as you stood in front of him with hands behind your back as he had instructed you. Your legs felt heavy and weak. You wanted to finish what you started, you were desperate for it. Bucky sensed how you were trying to press your legs together to keep yourself steady and to relief yourself.

“Did I tell you that you can press your legs together? Keep this up and I will not let you. You know I will not hesitate to do this to you.” He smirked as he watched you helplessly like that.

You tried your best to keep steady with your legs slightly apart to show him that you were not playing any more games and you were ready to comply for him. Your body was still hot and you were still wet, oh how you wished him to fuck you stupid right now. You knew that it would eventually happen but the anticipation was mortifying.

“Tell me doll face, what do you want from me?” He got comfortable into his seat as he took out his pocket knife from his combat pants, flicking it between his gloved fingers.

“Some special markings with this perhaps hmm? Or the need to fuck you is much stronger tonight?” He licked his lips again as his eyes roamed up and down your body, mesmerising how perfect you were for him.

“Only between the two for today, after all, you teased me quite an awful lot.” He jeered.

You could barely think, you did not want to think. How dare he? Must he do this to you?

“Please.” You mewled.

“You’re so weak and pathetic.” He said laughed at you. “You can barely hold yourself together now. How the tables have turned indeed.”

You wanted to slap that smirk off his face, instead you just bit your tongue, holdings yourself off from saying something which he will make you regret saying. You trapped again into his sick game, but oh this was exhilarating. You got off on this, especially when he’d wear his Soldat gear as he were tonight. The Soldat held a special place in your heart despite what he generally represented. Bucky was uneasy the first time you had told him how much you wanted him to have you dressed up as him but Bucky wanted to make you happy nonetheless. He could never let down his best girl.

“So what’s it going to be?” His voice entered your mind again, snapping you from your thoughts, not that you had many thought at the moment. You were finding it hard to think about anything, you just wanted to scream his name as you’d come.

“Mark me.” You sighed. It had been a while since he carved Soldat on your skin, a proper reminder to who you belonged to. Again, at first he wasn’t too keen on the idea but you wanted it.

He was slightly surprised by your choice as he raised a brow. “You’re sure?”

“Yes, please.” You wetted your lips with before you gave him a nod of reassurance.

“Very well then, come over on my lap doll face, ass up.”

You swayed over his way and got into the position that he had told you. His legs were spreadeagled, his hard on was still very much there, pressing against your stomach as you held yourself as best as you could. Your thighs were still feeling like jelly but thankfully you were now leaning over him so you had his support as he held you with one arm over your body while the metal one was ready to start marking with the knife.

As soon as the blade caressed your ass cheek, you shuddered and the sensation to your core was aflame again. You pressed your lips together, biting back a moan to hide it but Soldat knew better.

“If you come right now, I will fuck without mercy.”

“No, no, please! I’ll be good, I promise!” You stilled and braced yourself, hoping to do your best but your body was severely betraying you.

Bucky was more than satisfied either way. He will eventually fuck you but it would give him greater pleasure to deny you your pleasure. He wanted to get even for teasing him, after being a naughty little minx today and Bucky couldn’t stand naughty girls. He had to put them in their place and he certainly enjoyed putting you in yours.  

The tip of his knife kept grazing your skin, poking gently, the cold metal sending shivers down your spine. You exhaled deeply as you couldn’t hold it any longer, you wanted to relax but everything about your current situation was anything but relaxing. The knife, his prodding cock – everything was too much.

Bucky was still taking his sweet time as he laid his knife flat on your back to give attention to your needy pussy.

As soon as his metal finger touched you, you yelped and jolted. Bucky had you in a strong hold to which you were barely able to move an inch.

He inserted his long index finger inside you, vibrating against your folds as he did. You wanted to kick and scream but you just cried softly on his lap. Then his thumb circled slowly your bud, the sweet sensation built up in your stomach again, ready to explode.

Your jaw clenched as you figured that he was doing this on purpose just to have you come just so he will deny you the rest for his own sick, twisted enjoyment.

“Bucky, please, don’t do this.” You whimpered pleadingly.

“Do what?” He mocked as his thumb picked up a steady pace, circling clockwise, getting you there. You wanted to be brave, you really did, you didn’t want to let yourself down but you couldn’t help yourself. The more he teased and the more he played with your pussy, you were sent into a euphoric state, reaching your peak, your pussy spasming while you cried out louder than before as your orgasm ripped out.

“Soldat!” You moaned out his name as you were on your high, riding out your wave of pleasure.

Bucky was smirking the whole time, as he had you right where he wanted to.

He barely let you to catch your breath as he put his knife back into its place and yanked you to sit on his lap with your legs spread wide on either side of his thigh. You hadn’t seen him unzip his pants but somehow he managed to enter you with one swift motion as he sat you down.

“Ride me.” He groaned as his cock hugged your slick pussy walls. “You’re so fucking tight, go on, doll face.”

As he continued to urge you, you wiggled and bounced up and down as he told you to. His fingers were all over your nipples, pinching and slapping your breasts as you eagerly took his long stiff cock. The base of your ass brushed against his balls as your skins slapped against each other. Fuck, that sound was driving you two both insane. With one exception, Bucky could come whereas you had lost your chance.

“Don’t you dare.” He said gruffly before taking one nipple against his teeth, pulling and biting before sucking on it.

You moaned against his body, your arms hung around his shoulders as you kept up your pace, fucking yourself on his long length, feeling your walls taking him comfortably.

“So fucking tight…that’s a good girl. Keep it up, you’re making me come soon.” He mumbled against your skin, licking and kissing down between your breasts. His arms were around you now, bracing you and guiding your movements as he was inching to his release. He pushed you firmly down on his cock, sheathing you completely.

“I’mma shoot up my load sweetheart, feel it hitting your belly mmm.” He roared against your ear as you panted against the side of his face, your eyes closed as he kept pushing in and out. You were completely as his mercy, barely able to move on your own, you felt like a ragged doll, totally fucked out as he broke you in the only way that he knew how.

The only sounds that rang around the walls of the living room were those of your skins as they collided and your moans. Now, Soldat’s fingers were holding you from the back of your neck as he stilled inside you, shooting up and stuffing you with his creamy come. He looked down between the two of you, watching himself fucking you and your pussy red for need.

“I swear you won’t come for a whole week.” He proclaimed a new punishment as he emptied himself inside you.

The thrill you got from this ordeal, the way he used you as his little fuck toy. You would never have it any other way. You loved being Soldat’s little cumslut. You sighed happily against him, as his come trickled down your thigh, so full, so content.

[akwolfgrl]

Recipe for recovery part 1

"All right, everybody!” Nani called out, Sanji was already standing next to her on the shore. His cigarette smoke a familiar presence, and he had gone ahead to check to see if the island had anything editable. Luckily, he also found a sign that someone had left telling others how long until the log pose resets. “There's no one who lives on the island except maybe one or two people, thire are only a few signs of civilization,”

“Like the guy with goats?” Luffy asked.

“Yah, just like him. They might even be long dead. Anyway, the log pose sets in two weeks, there appears to be plenty of fresh fruit and other forgeables, and there are wild animals for hunting,” Nami informed everyone.

“Ooo meat! I call going hunting! Zoro you'll come!” Luffy waved his arm in the air excitedly.

“I'll stay behind and watch the ship,” Franky volunteered.

“Great, then Robin and Chopper can collect medicinal herbs and Sanji can gather food. I'll get to work charting the island,”

“Usopp, can you set crab traps?” Sanji asked, since they hadn't had carbs in a while, Nami couldn't wait to taste it again. “See if there any good fish around I left my fish book on the kitchen table along with everyone's lunch,”

“Sure! Why the great captain Usopp once caught a giant carb!” Usopp began to tell his tale, Luffy and Chopper both listening with rapt attention.

Soon, everyone left to go their separate ways, Nami began to get to work on measuring the island. She would do the other more dangerous side another day with a bodyguard. Nami eventually sat down midday. She opened her “pirate lunchbox” as luffy loved to call them. Nami opened the first part of lunch. It smelled and looked amazing as always. With white rice, tofu hamburger with a sticky sweet glaze with minka, cucumber salad, steamed veggies, and chicken. Nami dug in, Sanji always made the best meals…most of the time. There were a few times when food stores had been low, especially with Luffy's midnight snacks. Thanks to Franky and the new locking and much larger fridge that hopefully will be less of an issue. Nami finished lunch and moved on to the second box with dessert. There was a slice of minka cream cake, blueberries, and strawberries.

Nami closed the lid to her lunch and took a long drink from her canteen. She cleaned off her face, stood up, and stretched. She was filled but not stuffed. Enough to satiate and satisfy without feeling heavy and sluggish. She had more work to do after all.

Nami bet that Sanji had filled Zoro's lunch box with all of his favorites; she had seen the swordsman slip a bottle of sake with him. So something to go with it, maybe the last of the sea beast meat, rice, and stuff to go with sake. Sanji would deny it, but he always filled Zoro's pirate lunchbox with his favorites. She had seen the blond watch Zoro pause in his workout to eat the handheld snack Sanji had left him, hearts in his eyes and hearts in the cigarette smoke above his head. Those two idiots were clearly in love with each other but too damn stubborn to admit it.

Nami heard the sound of tumbling, crashing earth, and the sound of a Sanji screaming. He never sounded like that. Nami ran, forgetting her tools, her pulse racing as she headed towards the sound. The silence was triefing. No sounds of a fight or a struggle. Her shoes squished in the wet soil, the grass slippery under her feet, just ahead was the edge of a cliff. Trees brimming with fruit lined the edge of the island, a steep drop off and a chunk missing, Nami inched closer, cautious of the loose dirt underneath. She peered over the ruined Cliffside. Sanji lay on the beach, his limbs stuck in unnatural poses, blood trickling from his head, and many cuts. Nami backed up and placed her hands over her mouth, and began to shout.

“Chopper! Chopper!” Nami had to keep it together. Falling apart wouldn't help Sanji. They needed to get down to him, Sanji might still be alive!

[scorchieart]

Cold Shoulder | AO3

Characters: Yves Kloss, Nokto Klein, F!Reader

Genre: Slice of Life, Fluff

Summary: Winter winds blow through the palace halls, chilling prince and pauper alike. It's a good thing Yves has two shoulders to share.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Light pink and blue look darling together, do they not? Also I'm wearing 3 layers of socks rn, it's so cold.

Wintertime swept Rhodolite right from underneath everyone’s noses, bringing with it a crippling freeze that shook the kingdom more suddenly and ferociously than one of Luke’s gigantic sneezes. Palace-goers and townsfolk alike responded swiftly, swapping their lighter fabrics for heavy coats and shawls, replenishing every candle, torch, and fireplace the second they died out, and cooking seemingly endless vats of warming soups and steamy breads with every meal. Not even royalty was immune to the cold; it was increasingly more common to spot Jin with his sleeves rolled all the way down, Clavis wearing multiple pairs of gloves at once, and Leon shuffling through the halls cocooned, his velvety comforter trailing behind him.

The hands of time merely shifted to a new hour as life resumed with normalcy, only now at a chilly pace. Everyone had developed their own method of combating the frigid temperatures. Everyone, it seemed, except you.

But it wasn’t as though you simply allowed the cold to completely slip your mind. This was your first winter in the palace, and more than anything you wanted to join in on the motley of action it took to keep the place running in these harsh conditions.  It was why you sought Licht at the grounds for stretches and warm up drills before training began. It was why you stuck around after lessons for warm afternoon tea with Sariel and Rio. And it was why you limited your time with Chevalier, lest his glacial stare paralyze your person any longer than it needed to. But even with all these precautions, frosted trembles still shivered your timbers morning to night.

Maybe I’ll just stay in bed today, you thought one particularly frigid morning, all twenty of your fingers and toes blue and curled tight like braided rope. Surely you would be of little help in this state, more bane than boon to everyone already keeping up with the current. As you pulled the blankets over your head, the image of a certain poppy-painted prince crossed your thoughts, the one you’d hoped most of all would not be disappointed by your absence at breakfast, only to have the blanket furiously ripped away by the very same person.

What followed whooshed by like a blur as Yves whisked you from your room to a hurried breakfast and finally to his chambers. He wasted no time seating you at his vanity, laying out an extensive assortment of styling tools and cosmetics, and clipping your hair out of your face, all the while babbling about how inconsiderate it was of you to keep him waiting for your appointment. You kept still and silent as he worked, racking your brain with each brush and tug, until at last your curiosity was too much to bear.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, Yves, but what’s this appointment for?”

Yves, who had been struggling the past minute to open a tub of a face mask solution, looked up and glowered at your words. “Last night at dinner you  mentioned your skin has been feeling extra dry in the cold weather, and I graciously offered my assistance. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten?”

You lightly shrugged your shoulders, careful not to undo the work done to your hair. The lid finally popped off and clattered onto the floor.

“And after a prince went out of his way to help you?” Yves sputtered, scrambling to retrieve the fallen lid. “Didn’t you think I’d have better things to do with my time?”

Guilt released a new chill up your spine as you shrank in your seat, unable to look him in the eye. You desperately tried to remember the conversation, but aside from climbing into bed the entire night was a blur. At last, Yves stood again and gave a knowing huff.

“Listen. I know you’ve been trying to help around the palace, but take it from me when I say it’s not worth breaking your back over things you’re not good at.” He scooped a liberal dollop of the solution with a spatula and began spreading it from your cheeks. “Some of us simply aren’t built for the cold, but that doesn’t mean we don’t excel at other things.”

“But you excel in the hot and in the cold, Yves! You still find ways to make yourself useful, even though it’s harder for you. I want to be like you.” Yves’s frosty rose-tinted nose flashed a deeper plum.

“It is expected of me as a prince,” he said, keeping his eyes trained on evening the mask over your forehead. “If I couldn’t serve my kingdom over a little windchill, well then I’d be out of commission for half the year. But you mustn’t let it get you down, it makes me happy to be able to help people in need. And you help us back by letting us do our jobs. Chin up.”

You frowned. “That sounds disingenuous on my part.”

“No, I mean literally ‘chin up’. I don’t want to ruin your blouse.” Using his pinky, he lightly lifted your chin, and a sudden warmth overcame you as he leaned closer to apply the mask below your lip. Keeping still became a challenge as the sensation of his tiny breaths on your cheek mixed with his closing proximity made your face burn with shyness, and you opened your mouth to ask him to move back when another voice beat you to the punch.

“Oh no! A hideous monster! Don’t worry, Evie, I’ll save you!”

There was a bit of loud shuffling, and Yves was yanked out of your view. Replacing him came the face of a highly unamused Nokto.

“Oh, it’s just you. False alarm. But can you blame me when you look like that?” he said with a grin. Yves grabbed his collar and yanked back, knocking him on the bed.

“You can’t just waltz into my room, you know!” Yves huffed, standing between the two of you. “The door was closed. Do you not understand proper etiquette?”

“Come now, Evie. When you say it like that, it sounds like you were afraid I’d walk in on something scandalous.” Nokto sat up, his grin more pronounced than ever. Yves flushed an even deeper red.

“That’s not what it was, and you know it!” shrieked Yves. “If you’re here to stir up trouble, just leave!”

“I’m actually here for an emergency appointment. You will squeeze me in, won’t you? Or was all that talk about princes helping those in need just hot air?”

Yves crossed his arms and scowled. “If you haven’t noticed, I have a client at the moment.”

Nokto laughed and lightly padded up beside you. “Can you believe him? Can’t even be bothered to help his brother in a crisis.”

“You are not a child, you can handle it on your own,” said Yves.

Nokto waited for him to turn around before inching closer and whispering “He used to love styling Licht and me back as kids. We were his best customers, you know” into your ear with an acerbic undertone.

“Only because you two would hound me incessantly until I did!” Yves snapped back, curling brush in hand.

“Dear Evie, you should thank us for letting you hone your craft on our infantile noggins. I’d think that adds up to at least one emergency appointment, wouldn’t you?" He jauntily leaned against the dresser and ran a hand through his hair. “Just a brush through will do.”

“Not happening,” said Yves.

“Then could I get a top coat? I’m running low on black.” Nokto extended his hands and mimed tickling the air.

“Then buy some more.”

“Not even a facial like the little lady?”

“As if.”

“How about a kiss on the cheek for your favorite brother?”

“Licht is surveying his territory today.”

Nokto clucked his tongue and dug around the makeup products in front of you. He extracted a black eyeliner and carefully dotted two spots beneath his left eye.

“I missed you, big brother, so I came home early,” he said in a monotone voice, inclining his head.

“Out!” Yves brandished the brush and chased a chuckling Nokto out the door, slamming it when he left.

“The nerve of him,” Yves muttered when he returned to your side. “What I said about a prince’s duty doesn’t apply to that lunkhead.”

You let him brush your hair in silence, the cold feeling swirling back around you two as you watched him work through the vanity mirror.

“Hey, Yves?” you started. “Please call him back in.”

Yves nearly dropped the brush. “What? Why?”

“For his emergency appointment. You’re almost finished with me, right? And he wasn’t doing any harm.”

“Not doing any harm? He called you a hideous monster!”

“Can you blame him?” You gestured to the bubbly mask slowly solidifying on your face. “It was only a joke. I think Nokto just wanted company.”

“That’s no excuse to take it out on you,” Yves said, grabbing a ribbon and tying your hair. “If he has a problem, he should be a man and address me directly.”

“I meant he seems jealous of me.”

“Jealous of you?”

You nodded your head. “For spending time with you.”

Yves’s fingers halted midair and his mouth gaped open like a fish’s. You turned around in your seat and grabbed his frozen hands, squeezing them and sharing the little warmth you two managed.

“The actions of a prince serve thousands. The attention of a brother serves one.”

Yves closed his mouth and slowly entwined your fingers, a tender heat growing with every inch. 

“You really believe that’s what he wants?”

Your breath caught in your throat. “I do, because I am of a like mind.”

Yves squeezed harder. “You are both incorrigible.”

“When it comes to you, can you blame us?”

Giggles filled the room, replacing the icy atmosphere with gentle giddiness. Yves lifted his head and looked into your eyes adoringly.

“Very well, but in a few minutes. I’d like to have you to myself for a little longer.”

“Sweet! I’ll call Luke then, he’s been dying to get his cuticles cleaned since I told him what you could do.” 

Nokto poked his head out the tiny crack in the door just as Yves hurled the brush.

And so, you and Yves talked about your feelings, Nokto apologized to you two in his Nokto-way and Yves prepared him for whatever it was he deemed was an "emergency", and Luke enjoyed his first ever manicure. And you all lived happily ever after... Until Licht came home and felt left out. You promised to invite him next time.

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[braveclementine]

Chapter 20

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕯𝖆𝖉 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖉 𝖚𝖕 a day before Christmas Eve. I was already out of bed and helping Sirius decorate the house. I was in the piano room by myself, playing softly when he knocked on the door. I thought it was strange because I'd left the door open and then I looked over, hopped up, and practically tackled him.

He stumbled, catching me and hugging me back. "Hey." He said softly.

"I've missed you so much!" I exclaimed, pressing my face into his chest. His arms were tight around me.

"I've missed you too sweetheart." Dad said gently. "How are you feeling? Sirius said you were sick?"

"Oh, yeah" I said, turning back to the piano. "Severus said that it was just a cold. It felt horrible though."

"Severus?" Dad asked in a strange voice and I froze.

"I mean Professor Snape." I said weakly, closing the piano lid.

"You're seeing him, aren't you?" Dad asked in a strangled voice.

"I don't. . . dad this isn't something I want to talk about right away. . ." I said, turning around and pleading with my eyes.

Dad's hand was clenched tightly in his pocket over his wand. I walked over and gently pried his fingers from his wand and smiled gently. "Yes, we're together." I said softly. "But we aren't doing anything that you would disprove of."

"Except being with him in the first place. He's to old for you." Dad said adamantly, squeezing my hand.

"Dad. . . I don't interfere with visions. I'm supposed to be with him and even though you don't like that- and you have every right not to as a dad- I do love him. I love you and he puts up with that little fact." I laughed a little. "Because he has to. I suppose if you're really mad at me you could disown me."

Dad inhaled tightly and blew out air, "Fine, but I really, really hate it."

"That's okay." I said, kissing his cheek and then laying my head on his shoulder. "I've really missed you."

"Yes." Dad said, sounding amused, "You've said." He kissed my temple and said, "I'm going to go get some shut eye. I'll see you in a couple of hours."

"Sure." I said, a bit disappointed and I bit my lip.

He observed my face and said, "Oh what the heck, I'll stay up."

"No!" I said a wave of guilt washing over me. I pushed him towards his room. "Go get some sleep or you'll be the next one who's sick."

He chuckled and pulled me into a hug. "Oh I really have missed you Elizabeth."

I hugged him back tightly, a feeling of panic coming over me again about that death thing. My heart thudded in my chest and it was hard to let go and put on a smile. I did it anyways, I didn't want him to be worried.

"What happened to your hand?" He asked, pointing at my bandaged hand after I'd let go.

"Oh." I said, jerking it automatically and then letting it hang by my side, "It's just a little cut up, that's all."

"You should change the bandages." He said frowning. "I can do it for you if you want."

"It's okay dad. Go get some sleep, I can do it." I smiled and kissed his cheek again and then reluctantly went back down the stairs.

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𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖘 𝕰𝖛𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊 and there were quite a few people there. Kingsley, Mad-Eye, Tonks, Dad, Sirius, and all the Weasleys except for Mr. Weasley. It was like the party before I'd seen Sturgis. I had taken the bandage off my hand and was keeping my hand palm up whenever dad came over so he didn't see the back of my hand.

Sirius pulled me aside and said, "You're going to have to tell him, you can't avoid it forever."

"I will." I muttered, "but not now, it's Christmas Eve. I don't want him upset tonight."

"When are you going to tell him you're an Animagus?" He hissed.

"When no one from Hogwarts is in the room." I hissed back. "Just because Harry's not possessed doesn't mean that Voldemort doesn't have access to Harry's memories."

"Hello Elizabeth." Kingsley said in his deep voice. "How has Hogwarts been?"

"Horrible." I said, flashing him a smile. Fred, George, Ron, Harry, and Ginny all laughed but Hermione pursed her lips.

"It really has been terrible." Hermione said. "Of course, it's been worst for Harry and Elizabeth but still."

"Why would that be?" Kingsley asked, frowning.

"That horrible Umbridge woman." I said vehemently and though dad's back was turned to me, I could tell that he was listening.

Fred laughed. "She'll put Elizabeth in detention for just breathing."

"Pretty much." I said, laughing too.

"It's not funny!" Hermione said sharply. "She's really horrible. She tried to take Elizabeth's Quidditch Captain badge away from her and her prefect badge from her just because she's-"

"Shut up." I said sharply.

There was a sudden, ringing silence in the kitchen. Hermione's face was pink.

Dad turned slowly and said to Hermione, "Because she's?"

Hermione looked nervously between dad and me. "Um. . ."

"What's that on your hand Elizabeth?" Uncle Moody asked, his magical eye zooming in on it. I flipped my hand over.

"Just something from detention. . ." I muttered. Well, tonight certainly wasn't going the way that I had expected it. Sirius was leaning against the kitchen sink, his face in his hand.

Dad's eyes were looking at me hand and then he grabbed my wrist and flipped my hand over. I tried to jerk it out of his grasp but he just held tighter and read the words, his face grew steadier pink until it was red and he dropped my hand and then said. "Because she's my daughter."

"Dad. . ." I whispered, my heart plummeting. He turned sharply and left the kitchen. Kingsley, Tonks, Bill, and Mad-Eye were looking back and forth, looking extremely confused. I sighed and held my hand up for them to read. "When Umbridge puts you in detention, she makes you write lines with a cursed quill. Harry's got scars on the back of his hand too."

Kingsley, Mad-Eye, Bill, and Tonks looked over at Harry who lifted his hand. The words 'I must not tell lies' burned back at them.

"But. . ." Tonks said hesitantly. "Harry's is no where as bad as yours is."

"Yeah, well, I've been in more detentions." I said with a bitter laugh.

Mrs. Weasley was hovering near the stove.

"Elizabeth, I'm so sorry." Hermione said, tears in her eyes. "I thought he already knew. . ."

"Of course I didn't tell him!" I exclaimed, furious with her. "He was always going to blame himself! I knew that! We're too much alike me and him. . ." Tears were building up in my eyes and I turned away from all of them. "I need to go talk to him."

Kingsley put a hand on my arm and said, "Let me."

He left the room.

"Bed." Mrs. Weasley said softly. Fred, George, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione all left the kitchen. I heard them walking quietly up the stairs.

I stayed in the kitchen, my face in my hands. I should've kept my hand bandaged. Why was I making so many horrible decisions?

Sirius put an arm around my shoulder. "It's alright."

Dad and Kingsley came back into the kitchen ten minutes later and I looked up. "Elizabeth, don't cry." Dad said, coming over and hugging me.

"Erm, dad, you should sit down because I have another er- secret to er- show you." I said, blushing. Tonks and Mad-Eye who had been talking in the corner looked over. Dad sat down heavily in a chair, looking apprehensive.

I glanced over at Sirius and he nodded encouragingly, smiling. I closed my eyes and then opened them and I was much shorter, so I assumed I was a cat.

"You know." I heard Sirius voice above me. "I always preferred dogs."

I hissed at him and jumped up on the counter. Dad's face was a bit of shock and when he finally spoke he said, "I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, your one of the smartest and most rebellious students there."

"Meow!" I said proudly.

Kingsley chuckled. "I always liked cats." I jumped on his bald head and wrapped my tail around his head. Tonks spit out her butterbeer and started laughing hysterically. Sirius was howling with laughter. Mad-Eye was smiling and Kingsley had that low chuckle. Bill had snorted Butterbeer out of his nose and was now coughing.

"Good look for you Kingsley." Mad-Eye grunted. He rarely ever smiled so I thought this was a bit of an accomplishment.

Dad, I was glad to see, was smiling now, though he looked stressed. I leapt from Kinsley's head onto his lap. I walked in a circle twice before settling comfortably down on his lap. I felt his hand running over my head and back and I purred in content.

I saw Tonks pulling Uncle Moody, Bill, and Kingsley out of the kitchen. Sirius didn't exactly leave the kitchen, but he'd busied himself by the stove like he wasn't paying attention.

"I'm so sorry Elizabeth." Dad whispered. I turned back into a human so that I was sitting on his lap.

"It's not your fault dad." I whispered. "I'm the one who told her to shut up. I'm the one who told her that the other teachers are better than her. I'm the one who kept being disrespectful to her. I'm the one who keeps causing trouble even though I know what my punishment is. I don't care what she makes me write on my hand, I love you. I'm always going to defend you, I don't care who I attack back. You're my dad."

"Elizabeth." Dad said softly. "Has she really tried taking your Quidditch Badge away from you?"

"She said that half-breed brats didn't deserve to be in positions of authority so she wouldn't remake the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. So I tried to give Professor Sprout my badge and she wouldn't take it. Dumbledore intervened. But she's tried taking it a number of other times but hasn't been able to. But if anything, it just makes her angrier that I still have my badge. She'll give me a detention for literally anything."

"It's still my fault." Dad said.

"Fine." I said, a bit angry. "Your fault, happy?"

Dad's lips twitched into a smile. "Not really."

I sighed, pressing my forehead to his forehead. "Dad please, don't be sad. Please? Or feel guilty? It really isn't your fault."

He picked up my hand. "She had you write As a Werewolf brat, I should learn to keep my mouth shut Elizabeth. Even if you'd gotten detentions, if you had a different father, different parents, she wouldn't have made you write that."

"It doesn't matter!" I exclaimed, frustrated and angry. "I'm a werewolf brat! And guess what dad? I'm proud of being a werewolf brat! I'm proud to be your daughter! I'm happy to be your daughter! I don't want a different father. I just want you. And I need you too." I said, much softer than before.

Dad and I hugged for a really long time without speaking. But it was comfortable, I didn't feel that I needed to talk. I loved him and he loved me and if the entire world was against us- well then we were going to fight it- together.

Sometime around midnight, we got up. Sirius had long since gone to bed. We walked past the front door when it opened and Severus stepped inside. Dad stiffened, clenching his fists at his sides.

"Dad. . ." I whispered, taking one of his hands and prying his fingers apart.

"I was wondering if I could er- speak to you, Remus." Severus said with a bit of difficulty.

"Certainly Severus." Remus said with a bite of coldness. Severus looked at me and I rolled my eyes. "Elizabeth, bed."

"Er- actually, it pertains to her." Severus said.

Dad's lips tightened but he didn't say anything and led me and Severus into the kitchen. "What's wrong with him." He muttered in the lowest whisper.

"My hand, and er- I told him about us earlier." I barely breathed under my breath.

Severus' muscles tightened in his cheeks.

"Well?" Dad asked and I wondered if he would've acted this way for any person of the male gender in love with me or if it was just because it was Severus.

"I wanted to ask your permission to marry Elizabeth." Severus said in a quick voice, not taking his eyes off of dads.

I opened my mouth in surprise, just a small little o. I was in shock. I mean, I'd foreseen us getting married, but so soon?

Dad's face turned from pink to red to purple back to pink and then colorless. His eyes jumped to me and saw that I was genuinely surprised. "Don't you- don't you think it's a bit soon?" He asked in a hoarse, strained voice.

"No." Severus said with finality. "I've never loved anyone this way before. Obviously, we won't actually marry until she turns of age, but-" he pulled a small box out of his pocket, "I want to start making things final."

Dad looked like he wanted to collapse into a chair but remained standing. He looked at me. I wasn't sure if I was scared or happy.

"I suppose you'll marry her anyways whether I give you permission or not?" He said, locking his jaw.

"Well." Severus said with a small smile. "I'd hate to do that. I'd much rather have your blessing because Elizabeth's so special, that's what she deserves. I don't want her to feel she has to forsake her father for me."

Dad looked genuinely stunned by the way Severus was speaking. I supposed because he'd known him in school. Oh Merlin, I thought weirdly. Dad is going to be Severus father-in-law. I nearly giggled aloud.

"Then. . ." Dad seemed to be having difficulty getting the words out of his mouth, turning purple again. "I suppose you er. . . have my blessing."

I found that I had been holding my breath and I let it out, relieved. Severus didn't waste any time. In a split-second, he was on his knee with the box open and was saying, "Elizabeth, will you marry me?"

My brain wasn't working. Was this really Severus Snape on one knee in this kitchen? This was not the Severus Snape that everyone else knew. No one but myself, Dumbledore, and dad would ever know this side to him. My throat didn't seem to be working either and I thought about just nodding, but felt it would be more official if I said something so I managed to say, "Yes."

I thought that was the end of it, but he was placing the ring on my left hand, and then he stood up and kissed me right in front of dad, and on instinct, I closed my eyes and kissed him back. Luckily, he did pull back quickly because I thought dad might have a seizure.

Then he turned back to Dad and said with complete sincerity, "Thank you Remus. See you later love." He touched my cheek and then turned from the kitchen and walked out. I heard the front door click and I collapsed in a chair, looking down at the ring.

It had a neat, thin, golden band with a small, singular diamond on top. It was exactly the type of diamond ring that I thought about whenever I thought about getting married. Dad had collapsed into a chair too, staring at the ring like it was a death omen.

"I can't believe that just happened." Dad said in a shaky voice.

My throat was still tight. "Me. . . me either. . ." My eyes were still on the ring and then I burst into laughter. I was so relieved that tonight had gone so well despite the earlier problems. Dad looked at me incredulously.

I sighed, wiping tears away. "Oh man. It's just. . . after everything that's happened tonight I was worried if you'd even talk to me and yet you just let Severus marry me. Or let me become engaged with him, whichever."

"You were afraid I wouldn't speak to you because of that stupid fucking bitch- Er sorry, I usually lose my temper when I talk about her. I just meant that sorry excuse of a woman was torturing you?" Dad asked incredulously.

I laughed again. "You can call her whatever you want. I'll most likely agree with you. Umbitch, that's what we call her at school- behind her back of course. But yeah, I was a bit afraid you'd be mad at me for some reason. Or guilty enough that you'd think the solution was removing yourself from my life and. . . and I wouldn't be able to live with that dad." I said softly. "I'm so worried about you all the time especially since we can't write to each other and if I lost you. . . I don't know. . ." Dad was out of his chair by the time the tears were spilling over and scooped me up into his arms like I was a baby.

We sat down on the kitchen floor and I poured out all my fears to him. That horrible feeling in the bedroom that I was going to lose everyone, my hatred for Umbridge that there were days I wanted to curse her to oblivion, everything.

"I just. . . I think I'm going to lose everyone." I finished, wiping away tears with a trembling hand. "And I can't. . . I'm not strong enough."

Dad's hands were on either side of my face. "You're not going to lose all of us Elizabeth. Maybe one or two, I can't deny that. There are going to be people that die- I can't argue that. But all of us? Me and Uncle Moody and Sirius and Fred and Severus? No one's that unlucky." He chuckled, brushing another tear away.

I nodded, hoping that he was right. Of course he was right. Fred definitely wasn't going to die- how could he? And Uncle Moody had been around for years! "Right." I murmured. "I know that, I just. . ."

"I understand, you know." Dad said gently. "I get the feeling. And Elizabeth. . . if you did lose all of us. . . I know for a fact that you are strong enough to continue, and I want you to remember that. . . alright?"

I nodded again. Dad kissed my forehead and said, "Well, it's been an exciting day. I think we should go to bed."

I looked over at the clock. It was twelve twenty. "Merry Christmas dad."

"Merry Christmas sweetheart." 

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[retsuunohana]

upon re-reading since we’ve now begun the hm arc, i find it extremely fascinating the way the beginning of it has ichigo set up in regards to the relationships with his friends.

ichigo starts out fumbling as he tries to keep a lid on his hollow abilities that are growing more powerful and a threat with each passing day. with this lack of control and no means to understand, he resorts to some old habits that tend to push away his friends, and also allow him to still feel like he isnt losing his grip as The Protector of the group. he doesnt engage with ishida and his lack of abilities, he pushes chad away from fighting in grimmjow & co’s first wave of attacks in karakura (and says some clearly hurtful things in the process), and even attempts to push rukia away before the fight with di roy.

its not until rukia, chad, & uryu are able to physically demonstrate their abilities and capability in front of ichigo for him to see (rukia with her shikai, chad & uryu against aisslinger wernarr & demoura zodd) that he is able to relax a bit and rely on their contributions. it should be noted that renji is an exception to this setup, given that he has already “proven” himself to ichigo in this regard as a former opponent and later ally in the previous arc.

it should also be noted, that orihime’s case is quite a bit different because of the role she plays as a healer, and her moving to the forefront of this arc. despite her efforts she has the chance to prove herself (in this specific way) robbed from her, and the nature of her ability makes it more difficult to really prove her strength in any traditional meaning of the word. i think also given how desperately ichigo wishes to rescue and protect her specifically (and yes, he repeatedly singles her out in a special way related to his namesake), she maybe has more to prove to him in this way. think unstoppable force meets immovable object. they both care very deeply for one another, and dearly wish to keep the other one safe, but struggle to communicate these feelings despite themselves. it causes conflict but theyre also able to extend empathy and understanding to each other, even if they struggle to address these feelings themselves. it makes it all the more satisfying when theyre finally able to fight as equals in tandem during tybw.

but to keep from going off on too many tangents, i think that the setup for the hm arc in terms of ichigo’s relationships to others can be summarized as the following: ichigo needs to have his friends physically prove their strength in front of him before he can allow himself to rely on them, allowing him to break down the barriers he put up, resulting in a greater sense of trust in one another. stronger bonds, stronger faith, stronger hearts, etc.

i think this is interesting because ichigo actively works against ulquiorra who’s main antagonist during this arc. ulquiorra’s narrative relies heavily on the concept of nihilism, in that “that which [his] eyes cannot perceive, does not exist”. he needs visual confirmation to believe in the existence of concepts, etc. this is why he cannot understand the concept of “the heart” (the bonds/relationships shared between people) and why they fight so desperately to help one another. i wrote more about this specific topic here ages ago so i wont get into it too much.

so idk, it could just be nothing. but idk! im hung up on how the arc starts with ichigo needing to confirm his friends strengths before they can resume how they were and become closer and stronger, and that strength he gained through putting his heart in the right place and learning to just rely on the people around him and having faith in them is what helps to undo the villain that is built around a similar concept taken to an wildly callous and literal degree

[tinytinybumblebee]

(I wasn’t sure about submitting this hc because it references some of the darker canon events so if this is too much please feel free to delete it but)

I can’t stop thinking about Stede having to invent soothers almost 200 years early because he notices that when in baby headspace Izzy keeps trying to suck his thumb or fingers, which would be fine as long as they’re kept clean, except that the baby can be perfectly content until the moment they’re in his mouth, then he immediately starts screaming and crying and needs to be held tightly and rocked to calm down

Because he’s preverbal Stede can’t figure out why this is happening, until he finds out what Ed did to Izzy while he was away and it hits him that baby Izzy is having a trauma response to the sensation of digits in his mouth even as he’s using the sucking to try and self-soothe T.T

(Did some research on the materials that could have been used for soothers in the 18th century and one of the main ones was animal bone, which is uh… Also not ideal in this situation, so I’m just pretending rubber was already an available material back then lol)

Awwww!!! ;0; poor Izzzyy!!

Lil guy wants the comfort that comes from thumb sucking but, his mind always falls back to what had happened with his toe 💔💔

So, Stede miraculously invents body safe silicon, or, we're going to pretend that soothers have been invented in this world, that isn't chicken bones or mushy food wrapped in fabric xD

It's a plain soother, definitely either ivory or wooden backing to the rubber nipple, but, oh goodness does it help babie Izzy ;w; He's instantly soothed by the rhythmic pattern, he probably gets half lidded eyes from how relaxed he is 💕💕💕💕

[videcoeur]

♡ a heart for yo bois : Hawks, Nacir, Dio, Crocodile, Doflamingo :>

For every "♡" I get, I'll give a tip on how to win my muse's heart.

Be Nessa, I fucking guess- but for real, just be warm, don't push your affection on him, don't be too obvious, or he'll run. Feelings have to grow slowly and worm their way inside his heart. If he feels like you're too attached already, he'll detach himself. The best way to win him is to not try to win him.

Nacir's a real fucken playaaaaaaaaaaaa, and he takes almost nothing seriously. For him to take someone seriously and consider a relationship- that person would have to be polyamorous, as he is also polyamorous. They'd have to be down to roll down a grassy hill laughing, they'd have to be down getting dirty, and a bit adventurous, and they'd have to be just as playful as the satyr is. He lives life like every day is the last and wants someone that entertains living the same way they would a fair/carnival. Every day with their person must be fun!

And yes, he can care for loved ones on bad days, but he can't be with someone who doesn't try to get better when things go awry.

I don't know what would compel anyone to win this bitch boy's heart for real. He sucks. Bad. 10/10 would throw him in a cage, then throw the cage at the bottom of a well, close the lid, bury the well and forget about him completely.

I think to win his heart, you must be equally capable of worshiping him and all of his decisions, but also tell him when he's wrong, but in a way that he'll realize it himself and then change his plans. You can't upset him too much, but you also can't be compliant 100% of the time.

It's really a hit-and-miss with Dio, and I'm not sure he is capable of true, romantic love. I wouldn't classify him as romantic, but his love is definitely not the kind anyone with a sane mind would want.

I have come to learn, through 20 years of roleplaying this Bastard Unlimited, that he falls for 2 types of people.

The Annoying One That Makes Him Want To Protecc ( @muselexum )

The Annoying One That Makes Him Want To Fight (@conquiistador / doflamingos)

Crocodile will fall in love with people that BOTHER HIM but in a meaningful way only. He fell for Akane because she reminded him of his past, and he's worried she's going down the wrong path. He wants her to not suffer as much as he did and wants to protect her, even from himself.

Meanwhile, he falls in love with Doflamingo because the man has the confidence and strength he desires because he thinks that someone who can pursue his goals so blatantly and confidently is nothing short of a king that deserves his admiration. Crocodile is a romantic at heart and soul, despite the dryness of his outward mask.

To make him fall in love, Be In His Space. Invade it in a way that he can't push you out, either by reaching his old dried heart or by being stronger than him, pushier than him, and acting like you know all of it.

He's a complex character, but he's so easy to read. He can try to keep his poker face all he wants, there's no hiding his own feelings. Except to Akane apparently but I'm blaming her youth and naivety for that c:

Similarly to Dio, I cannot see this man having a healthy, loving relationship. Not that he's incapable of love, but he's grown so twisted that I do not believe his ability to love is normal. I think that no matter how much he thinks he loves someone, he could still cut them out of his life without hesitation at a moment's notice.

For that reason, I will not call him romantic, he is just plain bad and not a good choice at all for romance.

To win his heart? Defy him, but be strong enough to back your words without being strong enough to defeat him. He likes them feisty, and he likes a good challenge, but mostly, he likes to show his superiority to people he himself believes to be strong.

A good thing to note is that he tends to be more romantically interested in men for that reason. Women are usually... nice playthings or friends with benefits.