#extremely pleased with how this little guy turned out hehe

[claitea]

marimite, a convergent form of vanillite! based on marimo moss balls, they'd have water absorb as their ability and be found by fishing. the shiny is based on dried out moss.

also tried to sort of mimic the official style! its mot exact, but i'm very pleased (and fooled a friend into thinking it was real for a moment haha)

[sl0t4matt]

could you do a fic w hector fort where him and the reader get a matching tattoo please? like something little or whatever you want hehe

h. fort | girl with the tattoo

thank you sm for requesting, i love this request! i only know very few things from friends abt tattoos so i hope i got everything right.

“hi baby how was training?” you ask hector as he slumps down the couch next to you, immediately snuggling up on you.

“it was fine. i would’ve rather stayed with you though.” he admits, laying his head on top of your lap.

you move your hands to his curls playing with them. you absolutely loved playing with his hair, since it was always perfectly curled and done. “don’t let xavi hear that.” you chuckle.

he starts grinning a little too suspicious.

“oh god, what have you done again you idiot.” with that look he must’ve done something, you thought. he smirks. “what do you mean?”

“do not play with me right now, hector. tell me!” you roll your eyes at his annoyingness.

“you know i love when you’re demanding, ma.” he winks liking his lips. you stand up not being able to deal with him right now. he knows exactly how impatient you are. he just loves pushing your buttons.

he won’t tell you. fine! he takes ahold of your wrist, immediately pulling you back.

“okay, okay i’ll tell you.” you sigh sitting back down. he smiles. “hector i swear-.”

“chill, i’m sure you’re gonna like it.” he interrupts you quickly. you furrow at him. what the hell could he mean? “okay so i got an appointment at the tattoo studio.”

“nice. what are you gonna get?” he smirks. “you mean what are we gonna get.”

“what?!” you’ve always wanted to get a tattoo but because of your school schedule you never got to doing it . you honestly also kept forgetting tbh but obviously hector didn’t.

“well i wanted to get your eyes tatted because you know how much i love them, but then i thought ‘oh y/n always wanted to get a tattoo’ so i thought why not just take you with me and we’ll get a matching one.” this boy is something else.

you grin so hard, it hurts. hector has always been affectionate moments like these remind you how much he truly is your soulmate. you jump on top of him shooting him with kisses. “i literally love you, you know that right.” he nods, laughing. “i love you too.”

“when is the appointment?” you ask. “7pm.” he shrugs. “are you serious! i don’t even know what we’re gonna get!!” you sigh, shaking your head at how your boyfriend can be so slow at times.

“we’ll get angel numbers of course. you’re a big astro girl.” hector says, referring to the time you first met him. (your first question being what his star sign is.) “wait, that’s actually a good idea.” he smiles smugly. “i know.”

…

“is it gonna hurt?” you ask hector as you enter the studio. “you don’t want me to be honest, ma.” you sigh. hector takes your hand. “i’ll go first if you want.” he says. you nod. you never had a big fear of needles. you yourself having a belly button piercing but a tattoo is different the pain is there for a while whereas when you get pierced it’s more like a poke.

you get in walking to the woman behind the counter.

“hi, we got an appointment for 7pm.” i smile at her. “of course. come with me.” she smiles back, bringing the both of you to the guy that does hector’s tattoos.

a bigger man with a beard greets us which you assume is the tattoo artist. he doesn’t quiet look scary though rather like a big teddy bear with lots of tattoos.

“the girl who’s eyes you’re getting tatted on?” he grins at hector. “yeah.” he smiles turning to look at you. hector isn’t very social with people he isn’t extremely close with, so he tries to keep his conversation as short as possible. you think it’s quiet ironic since you never seem to shut up, no matter who you’re talking to. they say opposites attract though!

he pulls out a picture handing it to him. the man nods, giving you a quick smile then takes his stuff out.

you follow hector as he sits down on a chair, extending his arm. he shows the guy where he wants it and how big it should be. the man doesn’t waste time and directly goes on tattooing him.

you sit beside him, squeezing his other hand, you being more scared of the pain he must be going through than hector himself is.

“you’re fine.” you stroke his hand, looking at him seriously concerned. “stop it you’re gonna make me laugh.” he mumbles. he’s so unserious.

it must not bother him much since he grimaces and curses on a few spots but keeps cool most of the time.

after him also getting the angel number tatto that is supposed to match with you, it’s finally your turn.

you’re pretty sure you’re gonna piss your pants as you wait in the room alone with hector because you’re so nervous. you don’t know how you’re gonna live to see see the next day after this. “you’ll be fine. it’s bad at first but you’ll get used to it. also i’m here for you, ma.” he tries cheering you up. “fucking hell.” you mutter. you’re probably going to experience the worst pain in your life here.

“are you ready?” the guy asks. with nodding your head, you go to sit on the same place hector sat when he got the tattoo.

you grip hector’s hand tightly, breaking it almost.

hector kisses the side of your face, whispering sweet words in your ear, trying to distract you from the needle that currently goes in and out of you.

“fuck.” you mutter through gritted teeth. “you’re doing so good, baby.” hector whispers. you bite your lip so hard you start tasting blood. “you wanna take a break?” the tattooer you now know as chris says. you shake your head, wanting it to end as soon as possible.

hector hates to see you like this: in pain. he hopes for it to end as soon as possible, the only thing he’s been wanting to do while you got tattooed being showering you with loving kisses, but he didn’t for the sake of chris since he’s sure he wouldn’t want to see a whole teen kissing session.

“it hurts so bad, hector.” you cry out. he moves stands of hair out of your face then cupping your face gently. “i know, baby but you got this.” he nods. the thing is you weren’t even being dramatic for once. this had the be the most hurting feeling you’ve ever experienced.

“we’re done!” chris pats your arm after he was done. your eyes meet with hectors, smiling lightly. you definitely knew you’re going to thank him at home for how he was there for you in this entire process.

[minhosimthings]

A La Folie ft. Jay

Synopsis: Wounds came and went. All in the circle of life am I right? The greatest warrior among all the kings, Park Jay. For him, seeing blood was like seeing the sky. It was a daily routine which he could not escape. Yes sometimes he had grave injuries, which he wouldn't stop to take care of, with him being a workaholic. But sometimes healers do more than heal physical wounds, and for Jay, you did exactly that.

Pairings: King!Jay × healer!fem!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, no smut (yet hehe), mentions of blood, violence, domestic abuse, mentions of cheating, mistresses (don't read it if you can't handle it), mentions of food, Jay has a REALLY tragic past sorry bout that, reader is an orphan, also this is really dramatic IM SORRY I CANT NOT WRITE DRAMA, open ending oohh

A/N: EYYY MR JAY PARK WOOHOO Ngl I was so excited to write this but the exams and all made this kinda difficult to write so if anyone has been waiting for this I'm sorry for the extremely long wait. Also yes this wil be in three parts yay. @yunabi436 this is for you baby 😽

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

The French Quotes Series Masterlist

"And from Aphrodite's rotten lovesick blood did the white flowers turn into a darker shade of red, eternally forming the flower of love."

Aphrodite and the hunter Adonis' tale had been one of boars, blood, lust and love.

For the young king of the iron-kingdom of Vadronia (rightly given its moniker), the only thing he cared about in all of those four things were the boars and the blood.

Jay Park's kingdom wasn't the strongest in all of Paradoxica just in a penny's wish and a flick of a tail feather. It was quote unquote 'molten from iron itself' as all its rulers were.

From all of his brothers, Jay was probably the one who took his duties as a warrior seriously.

Well, a bit too seriously, according to the said brothers.

"Jay would you please stop running so fast?" Sunghoon panted, putting his hands on his knees and breathing heavily as beads of sweat dripped from his hair and skin.

The mud track was always the hardest one to trench upon, and with Jay on your trail? It was hell. Atleast that's what Jake and Sunghoon described it as.

"Are you going to be saying that when you're running from enemy horses?" Jay turned back and glared at Sunghoon, the light autumn breeze giving him peace as it whipped his hair around.

"For God's sake Jay, no one is going to invade us now." Heeseung walked into the scene, with much less sweatier clothes and an arrow clutched in his hand, indicating he had come back from his target practice, "Give the poor guys a break."

"Yes please give us a break I'll go down on my knees." Jake was close to collapsing on the floor, his hand desperately clutching onto the nearby flag pole for support.

"You'd go down on your knees for your best friend." Jay scoffed, throwing his head back to shake the sweat out of his hair follicles, because as glorious as they were, the stray strands still annoyed him, "And you." He turned towards Heeseung, who, even though was much taller than Jay, now looked like a dwarf in front of Jay's broad figure, "How many times do I have to remind you to come for practice?"

"It's not my fault." Heeseung jut out his bottom lip, he always loved acting cute in front of Jay even if he was older, "Little princess back at home has been spying on me. And not gonna lie, I am extremely aroused."

"Why did I even ask?" Jay rolled his eyes and stretched out his arms, the bright burning sun reflecting in his eyes like the moonshine he loved so much, which he drank by the fireplace as he penned down poetry he could show to no one.

"So Jayyyy" Sunghoon dragged his words out, "Felt any sparks lately?"

"Ask that question again and you'll be running twenty laps round this track." Jay promptly replied, cleaning his face with the lavender-smelling towel the nearby servant handed to him. He always loved the lavender scented things, it reminded him of the springs with his mother, oh how she would tease him with tiny flowers in his hair, and the clink of her ruby created dagger in her belt. The dagger lay soulless now, sitting in a secretive place in Jay's room, as he stared at it and remembered that moment again and again. His bastard father, no matter how many times Jay had cursed him, he still couldn't get it out of his mind.

His mother, his compassionate, kind mother, didn't deserve to bleed out from his father's turn of blade.

And no matter how many potions he took, the smell of the blood filled ballroom still lingered in his nose at night, when he would jolt awake in cold sweat, wanting to cling onto his mother, but then he'd remember that he wasn't eight anymore, she was gone.

"Jay you're my brother and I really respect you a lot." Heeseung started, sitting Jay down on the oak bench, while Jake and Sunghoon quietly sneaked out, running for their lives back to their horses, "But you've got to find someone to love in your life, you've got to get over your fear."

"Weren't you the one who was complaining about love to Jake and I a few days ago?" Jay raised a magnificently trimmed brow, to which Heeseung chuckled.

"Yep but then I fell into that rabbit hole and I seem to like it, a bit too much perhaps." Heeseung stared into the distance, instantly losing his dramatic moment as the setting sun hit his pupils.

"Yeah, someday when I'm older maybe." Jay fiddled with his fingers, he never could keep them still, "But for now, I wanted to ask if you'd want to come with me on a hunt tomorrow?"

"A hunt?" Heeseung quizzed, lifting himself with much difficulty off of the bench, bow in hand, "You haven't invited me to a hunt in ages."

"Necessity is the mother of invention." Jay got up as well, scented towel still in hand, "And in this case it's that wild boar our men have been hunting since last month, been terrorizing the border between Tarnow and Vadronia now. I'm surprised you haven't noticed yet."

"Consider me blinded by love." Heeseung threw a flirtatious wink at Jay, who visibly gagged, "I'll be there."

"I'll be waiting."

"No no no, Jay, we, under no circumstances, apply essence of Hibiscus to a water snake's venom." A lady with greying hair sighed, bending over a wooden cup, while a sturdy, black haired man gulped heavily and stared nervously at the herbs in his hand.

Jay was never very successful in his healing classes, and under the strict gaze of his teacher, old Mrs.Chun, he was far away from catching the train of success.

"I don't get it." Jay frowned like a child, setting the hibiscus flower down on the table filled with healing equipments of all kind, "Wasn't the essence of Hibiscus supposed to combat this snake's venom?"

The old lady sighed again and rolled her eyes, snatching the hibiscus from the table and setting it into a basket full of the bright red flowers. With her other hand, she picked up a wicker work basket of lavender and lifted it up to Jay.

"Lavender. I said lavender remember?" She smiled up at Jay like an encouraging teacher, "Lavender for the wounds which make a man turn purple, and hibiscus for the blood drops."

Jay mumbled the rule under his mouth before pressing the lavender petals to the venom splanched across the bown om front of him. The purplish colour immediately turned a healing shade of dark yellow, satisfying Jay and letting out a sigh of relief from the old lady.

"Just some more practice and patience and you'll be a good healer in no time." Mrs. Chun patted Jay's arm sympathetically.

"But why do I even need to be a healer?" Jay asked curiously, putting the box of potions up on the shelf where they belonged, "I'm already a warrior."

"Every great warrior needs to know how to tend to his own wounds." The old lady smiled, looking curiously at a green flask, "I made a vow to your mother to never let you fail in this subject."

Jay smiled fondly at the thought of his mother spending her hours in the infirmary along with Mrs. Chun. Mrs. Chun herself was like his mother figure, providing him the hugs his 14 year old self needed so bad years ago.

"And remember Jay!" Mrs. Chun called out just as Jay was about to leave the room, "I won't be here for the entirety of next month."

"But then who's going to look after the infirmary?" Jay turned back and raised a quizzical brow at Mrs.Chun, who smiled gently.

"My apprentice will." She promptly replied, "She's a nice girl, I told her all about your predicament of failing at healing." Jay let out a chuckle at Mrs.Chun's joke, "She'll take your classes alright?"

"Don't miss me too much Mrs.Chun!" Jay laughed, "I'm your favourite remember?"

Mrs.Chun laughed heartily to herself. Oh that boy, she thought, still a bit at heart even if he was a man to the world.

Only a bit of love perhaps, can truly lead him to show this side of him to the world.

Jay sighed heavily as he plopped down on his armchair, the most comfortable one by the fire.

Love, he scoffed, what a stupid, dangerous thing.

He believed his father to love his mother, he believed his mother to love his father even as he went out every night to quote unquote 'find himself'. Mistresses were awful buisness, and no Queen had ever objected her king having one. But of course, his mother had to object, she had to be different. She had to storm in to her husband and his lover and confront them. And his father, fire-filled man he was, had to strike a blade through her belly, making her bleed out in 14 year old Jay's arms.

And of course, Jay, blinded by his rage, had to strike his father back, skilled as his father was, Jay was more fleet footed, and in the blink of an eye, his father and his father's new toy were lying in cold blood on the floor, as Jay sobbed, clutching his mother's body, dead as a fish out of the ocean.

And his brothers had noticed, they had always noticed how Jay was never the same from that day. From the happy boy who loved to write stories and poetry and who hated to even step foot in the training yard, Jay became the mercenary king, ready with his sword clutched in hand, and his poems long forgotten to silence and withering darkness.

But it wasn't to say that Jay was a ruthless ruler, he chose not to take that path, especially not after half the kingdom starved under the rule of his father. It wouldn't have been a lie to say he was the kindest one in all of Paradoxica, except he didn't really show it in the way he spoke or acted, but by the way he controlled the administration and whatnot of the kingdom. This kept his busy, seldom leaving time for any other activities, much to the disappointment of his brothers, especially Heeseung, who had always been the closest to him, who had known what he was truly like, deep inside.

Clutching his eagle feather quill, one of his most dearest ones, Jay dipped the tip into his ink pot, letting the excess ink dry off before pressing it to his leather bound diary.

When he wrote the feelings he couldn't ever say out loud onto the softwood paper, Jay felt a sort of contentment, he had always been a clandestine philophile, so to write his proses on the idea of love, death and misery, was to create a beautiful choreography on his mindset.

Alas, if there was only someone he could show them to, someone who would understand what Jay meant in the lines, even with his messy loopy calligraphy, that would have been a dream truly come true.

But how could a man who wrote poems to challenge the angels of love themselves, ever find love?

But I am a mere narrator, what would I know?

And sometimes, just sometimes, Cupid lurked in the ballrooms of dancing princes and in the dark inkpots of oxymoronic kings.

"I have no idea what's happening, but I'm happy to be here." Sunghoon's beautiful Clydesdale horse pranced around on the grass, as energetic and as similar a persona as her owner.

"Would you tell her to calm down?" Heeseung's own chestnut's hooves guided him towards Sunghoon, "She needs the energy for the hunt." Heeseung easily managed to calm the mare down by scratching behind her eyes, to which Sunghoon drooped since he had been enjoying the prancing around a bit too much.

"Why are we going on a hunt again?" Jake adjusted his saddle, making sure he was buckled in properly to his Fox Trotter horse, "Aren't we above killing animals now?"

"Your best friend tell you that?" The clip clopping of Jay's magnificent Dutch Warmblood sent all of the soldiers to silence, "And if the animal is a wild boar, no we aren't above that."

"Whatever you say, oh great King." Sunghoon snickered, as he did a sort of bow on his horse, making everyone laugh.

"Oh shut up." Jay rolled his eyes, clutching onto his horse's hair, and leaning into his usual stance, "Come on now, don't want to keep a beauty waiting do we?" And with the mighty neigh of his horse, he rode off into the forest, followed by Heeseung, Jake and Sunghoon, who followed with dramatic sighs.

"Sometimes I wonder if he just wants to live in an adventure book and say cringey lines all the time." Sunghoon jested, making the others laugh.

"Where on earth is Sunoo?" Jay shouted out, completely ignoring the statement made about him, as the rest of the three managed to catch up to his horse's pace.

"Probably tending to his vineyard." The wind whipped Jake's hair around, "God knows if he'd ever accept coming to a hunt with us."

"Maybe a grape hunt-"

"Shh!"

Jay's action of stopping his horse, and shushing everyone startled the others, and as the clopping of hooves quietened down, they understood why Jay had stopped so abruptly.

The rustling of the nearby begonia bushes, combined with the noises of an animal which sounded extremely similar to a wild boar, alerted them, as they drew out their swords, daggers and metal tipped arrows, all from treasure chest of Vadronia's amazing metalwork, aiming them at the begonia bushes, as Jay held up his closed fist to give the command.

"Come on out." Jay whispered to no one in particular but himself, as the begonia bushes began shaking more rapidly and the sounds of an animal's footsteps came nearer.

"Hey maybe we should-" Heeseung bagan quietly to Jay, but was interrupted by the ripping of the begonias into shreds.

And there it was, what Jay had been waiting for.

A big wild boar in its full magnificence.

Ivory tusks in full gleam, swathes of brown fur all over its damaged skin, with wounds from previous hints. A ture display of its strength, Jay thought, it wanted to intimidate them, as if to say 'see how many people haven't defeated me yet, why do you think you stand a chance?'.

"Steady now, Lady." Jay patted his horse, which was ever so graciously named Lady, although the mare's personality in battle was far away from a lady's. Jay always preferred mares to horses, he though they were more faster and agile, while horses used their brute strength. And he had a hatred from brute strength. It was what got her killed after all.....

"Jake look out!" Heeseung cried out, snapping Jay out of his daze of staring into the boar's eyes. Of all the animals of the world, he hated this one the most, he hated the way his father loved to hunt them, and how he'd come home from hunts everyday drenched in blood with a boar skull im his hands, from which his mother would recoil from, what with her hatred of the smell of iron.

Hatred, that's all that was there in Jay's life. And that's all there will be.

"Jay, we have to get back come on!" Sunghoon cried, his horse already galloping away. The boar was far too big for them to contain. "Jay?" Heeseung peered back, "Jay no!"

But the sturdy built man's ears heeded no warning as he stepped along to the boar, his sword clutched tightly in hand, the carving of his name in the metal shining bright, as if to warn the spirit of the forest that he has arrived.

"Hyung what's happe-" Jake and Sunghoon's horses had turned back to see why the eldest wasn't coming, only to see Jay stabbing at the boar, while Heeseung tried to get Lady, who was close to prancing away into the depths of the forest.

"Help me would ya!" Heeseung cried, flinging his rope around Lady's magnificent neck, to which Sunghoon and Jake came quick and flung their own ropes, "One of you help Jay!"

"I'll go!" Sunghoon's horse galloped towards Jay, but to his shock, he saw that the boar was already lying, its movements still, and Jay standing drenched in blood.

It was dead.

Jay's sword was decorated with ribbons of maroon.

"Jay what the..." Sunghoon began, but he could find no words. The boar had been big, two times the size and strength of any ordinary man, and now it was kneeling at Jay's command, kneeling dead and cold as a fish.

"It's dead." Jay growled, his breathing too heavy, and his hand clutching a particularly dark spot on his stomach, as Heeseung and Jake came to the scene, having calmed Lady down, "The tusk...."

"The tusk? What about the- Jay!" Heeseung cried, before jumping off his horse and quickly moving towards Jay's graceful falling figure.

The last thing Jay felt was the feeling of wet grass underneath his head, Heeseung's hand over his wrist, and the familiar scent of feminine lavender pressing over him before everything went dark as he had always wished for it to be.

Jay never cared much about his injuries. No matter how big or small they were, no matter if it was a paper cut to the thumb or an arrow head to the shoulder, he would simply say "Injuries happen, it's a part of life" and move on. Which proved to be a source of annoyance for his brothers, especially Jake, who had an eye for healing.

But Jay was a firm believer in the notion that twenty four hours a day simply wasn't enough. He wanted more, he craved for more, more time, more work. Although he wouldn't admit it, everyone was in unison with the fact that he was Paradoxica's biggest workaholic.

And when it came back to the topic of injuries, Jay would still keep working, whether or not he was stuck in bed, because Heeseung had forced him to stay there.

Heeseung remembered Jay's younger days. How Jay would whine and do nothing if he got even the tiniest splinter in his finger. How he would beg for a day off from studies if he merely stubbed his tie against the kitchen ladder while sneaking out to steal pastries. But the horrible incident had changed every aspect of Jay, and now, he wouldn't stop working if every limb in his body was broken.

"All for the good of the people" he reasoned.

Usually Mrs.Chun had taken care of him, scolded him too many times about taking rests whenever he'd come back from battles or fights with blood flowing out his nose. But even then he didn't care. So the vision of waking up to Mrs.Chun's berry scent was a norm for him whenever he'd get injured.

But now, the room wasn't berry scented, and nor was Mrs. Chun sitting in the corner, waiting for him to wake up.

A girl?

A girl, wearing Mrs.Chun's apron, had her head rested against his table, her eyes fluttered close.

Were his eyes tricking him or did Mrs.Chun suddenly become thirty years younger?

Feeling something heavy on his waist, Jay tried to lift his head from his pillow, letting out a guttural groan as he did. God what was hurting him so much? He could feel something hurting at his stomach.

"Your Majesty, lie back down." He heard someone say, and as he opened his eyes, he saw the girl bending over him, forcing him to lie back down on the bed.

Jay stared at her for a few moments, trying to remember who she is before the candle went off in his mind.

The apprentice.

You were Mrs.Chun's apprentice.

"Are you Mrs.Chun's apprentice?" Jay groaned, feeling his head throb and his fingers were aching too.

You nodded promptly, before pushing Jay gently back onto the bed as he tried to get back.

"I'm sorry to inform you, Your Majesty, but you aren't getting up for another two weeks. You were stabbed by a wild boar's tusk." You stated firmly, shocking Jay at how casually you had addressed him, "His Highness Heeseung told me to handcuff you to the bed if you even try to move."

"Handcuff me?" Jay chuckled, moving his body slightly to lessen the pressure on his legs, "Where are you even going to get-"

Jay's sentence was cut off abruptly as your hands pulled out a pair of heavy metal from a secret pocket in the olive green dress you were wearing, and held it in front of Jay, effectively silencing him.

"I'm sorry if that was rude, but you are my patient, Your Majesty.." Your mouth let out a chuckle, sending a weird sensation into Jay's stomach, which he had never felt before, "So, I will do anything and everything in order to make you rest."

"So what may I address you by, My lady?" Jay quizzed you, his head now no longer throbbing for some reason. He studied your features for a while, he thought your eyes were pretty, decorated by a thin lining of kohl. Your figure was pretty too, wrapped in the striking colour of the dress you were in, combined with the beautifully familiar way you wore your hair.

"Definetly not by 'My lady'." You chuckled, picking up your dress, and sinking into a curtsy, "Y/N, you may call me Y/N, Your Majesty."

"Pretty name." Jay complemented, watching you stand up straight from your curtsy and smile impishly at him.

"You've got to take your medicine now." You reached into your apron's pocket and pulled a big vial, which was filled with a bubbling, golden liquid, "Now, according to Mrs.Chun, tricks by pretty people often work on you."

"Pretty people?" Jay scoffed childishly, thinking about whether or not he thought Heeseung was pretty, as you measured out the liquid into a cup, "Mrs.Chun needs to have a check for up there. And do you really think you're pretty?"

You strode towards him with the cup in your hand, and smiled widely. "Well, pardon me Your Majesty, but from the way you were staring at me five minutes ago, yes. I do think I'm pretty."

"Don't get your ego up." Jay warned, taking the cup from you, letting his mind linger for a few minutes on how your delicate fingers brushed his scarred ones softly, "Your parents mus'nt have taught you manners did they?"

"Well, firstly, I don't have parents." You smiled, "And secondly I need to check your bandages, they seem to be bleeding again."

So that was what the pain radiating from his stomach was, Jay thought, as he looked down to see his bandages streaked a darker shade of red. He quickly gulped down the golden liquid in the cup, a visibly disgusted expression forming on his face at how bitter it was, and looked up at you, with widened eyes.

"So...?" He said, expectantly, seeing you fumble with some clean cloth, another vial of what looked like cream, and a safety pin.

"Tell me where it hurts when I change them alright?" You said gently, making his lay down on the bed again, "and uh..."

"What?" Jay questioned, seeing your eyes linger at his wound or more specifically, his ab muscles, "Oh you can touch them it's fine."

"Oh. Oh yeah alright." You said, feeling your face heat up slightly. Bandaging him when he was still unconscious was easier than this, when he was awake. God his stare was so attractive to you, even now, as you gently touched his bandages, replacing them with cleaner cloth, you tried hard not to brush your fingers against his abs.

"Enjoying the view?" Jay asked, a cockish sneer to his voice. "There's a view to enjoy Your Majesty?" You fired back, although you most certainly were enjoying staring at him.

"You're an interesting one." Jay said, trying to make small talk as you lightly pressed against the smaller wounds with the cream, "Y/N wasn't it?"

"Yep." You said with a pop of your lips, finishing wrapping his wounds with a slight tap to check if they were secure, "And please do stay in bed and don't work. If you need anything, I'm right outside. His highness Heeseung has told me to rest in the chambers opposite yours."

The chambers opposite to his, his parents' chambers. God did Jay hate that room, all big and filled with skulls from hunts.

"If you want to you can go home, I can manage on myself." Jay said, his eyes set on yours. Why was it so hard to maintain eye contact with you?

"I know how that idea works." You smiled again, bringing that weird sensation back into Jay's stomach, "I'll go and then you'll order someone to bring you your work, so His Highness Heeseung specifically asked me not to leave. I guess you're stuck with me Your Majesty." You curtsied to finish off the impression.

"Jay." He spoke again, to your confusion, which made him stifle a chuckle, "Please, call me Jay."

"Jay." You smiled to yourself, "Well, ring that bell if you need anything."

As you left the room, quietly shutting the door behind you, Jay had the sudden urge to kick his feet in the air. The room was filled with lavender scent, your lavender scent to be specific, and it gave Jay a sense of calm, which in turn reduced the pain radiating from his stab wound.

Well this would be an interesting two weeks.

"Your Majesty what on Earth are you doing?"

Jay froze in his position at hearing a stern voice. Your stern voice, to be precise.

"Resting?" He said, trying to hide his cheeky smile, as he slowly backed away from his table. Rolling your eyes, you quickly got him back to the bed, worried that his bandages will open back again. But the only thing Jay was worried about was that his work wasn't getting completed.

"How about this?" You asked, as you finally managed to wrestle him back to the bed, "I'll do the work for you, if you agree to rest. It's in that diary right?"

"I can't let you do that." Jay grumbled, reaching for your arm, as you hurried to get to the diary on his table. The cold touch of his hand on your warmer skin made you flinch heavily, which in turn made Jay pull his hand away.

"I'm sorry." Jay quickly apologised, as you rubbed your arm, "I- That's my private diary, I don't really allow people to see it."

"Oh, my apologies then." You curtsied, still rubbing your arm, feeling extremely cold for some reason, even if the warm daylight was coming into the room through the window, "Your Majesty-"

"Jay." He corrected, shooting you the tiniest fragment of a smile.

"Jay." You said again, this time feeling more at ease, "You've got to rest, I'm begging you. Those bandages won't magically heal you until you rest. If there's anything I can do to get you to rest, I'll do it."

Jay's ears weren't actually listening to anything. His mind was too distracted again, by your scent. God damn his strong sense of smell, but you smelled like memories he wanted to forget.

"Tell me what perfume you use and then I won't work." Jay looked up at you with a cheeky smile. He didn't know why, but he felt comfortable to show you his smile, which he didn't often feel with the ladies in their paraffin socks.

"I- that's a peculiar question." You said, not knowing what to feel aboutthe actual King asking you about your perfume.

"I swear on my own grave that I will rest if the great healer Y/N tells me her perfume." Jay recited, keeping his hand on his chest for dramatic effect.

"It's the lavender one we get in the town square from Marcella's." You raised your chin up high, "Now would you rest?"

"Hmmm let me think." Jay dramatically sighed, "No."

"Your Majesty, I will beg." You breathed desperately, "I will seriously-"

"Your collarbone." Jay interrupted, his attention diverting from your eyes to your shoulder, "There's something on your collarbone."

Jay took note of the way your eyes flickered quickly and worriedly to your collarbone, and how you rushed to pull the sleeve of your dress up to cover it, clearing your throat afterwards to clear the awkward air.

"Are you-"

"Your Majesty, I admire the way you hold so much strivance for your work but you really must rest if you wish to keep working for the rest of your life."

The atmosphere of the room had a drastic change, Jay could feel it, as you quickly curtsied, said a quick "excuse me" and hurried off towards the exit.

That wasn't a stain or a birth mark on your shoulder Jay knew it, as he leant back comfortably, and decided to follow your advice for a while.

He'd seen dark marks like that on someone he once knew and loved.

And something in him asked him not to rest (unless it was pretending for you) until he figured out where that bruise the size of a man's hand, came from.

Part 2 coming soon....

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[beiasluv]

okay, funny idea but…

sully boys in the undergarments section w/ u

masterlist

enjoyy🤍

jake (2009)

kinda used to this, but actually not

would eye out the bras and underwear shockingly on the outside but inside he’s down bad like DOWN BAD

would follow you like a lost puppy but when he see something that catches his eyes, he’s gone.

“ooo, what’s this,” and then proceeded to walk away like AWAY.

probably have go on the announcement “jake sully, jake sully, please go to the information, thank you.”

he loves teasing you with those ‘extreme’ undergarments.

probably show you a red, laced, see-through bra and be like, “i think it’ll look good on you.”

sNATCHING that out of his hand IMMEDIATELY

if you tell me this man does not squish the bras, you are LY-ING

he loves squishing them and earning a weird look from an old lady (bless her soul 😭)

loves touching the mannequins’ butts and boobs. LIKE PLEASE- NO

cheeky asf but you love him. he will grin while looking over to you and mouthing, ‘you’re next.’

def give comments on each piece like “ooo, it’s giving disco, but you know i like them laces.” “don’t pick these, it scratches my skin, don’ like it.”

he be into them granny panties 😳 like the laces and stuff definitely turned him on- SIR- JAIL

erm…will borrow your bag to cover his boner😭💀

getting really comfortable, like TOO comfortable, and asking the employee for recommendations. feeling the textures and everything

BEGGING AND THROWING himself on the floor if he finds something super hot for you to try it. making faces like ‘WE NEED THIS’

if you come out of the fitting room, wearing the ones he picked for you, he will be like: “I’M COMING IN. I’M COMING IN!”

would compliment you as you try each outfit for him.

WILL SPOIL YOU AND PAY FOR EVERYTHING

“okay, honey, if you pick this piece, i’ll buy everything for you, JUST that this piece have to come home with us,” 😏

jake loves going to shopping underwear for life

in conclusion, jake spoil you, bbg

neteyam

awkward but teasing boiii

he’s very confident EVERYwhere else (in the bedroom 🤭) but as soon as he step in an undergarment shop, he’s flustered ASF

CAN NOT stop looking at them bras and underwear.

drooling over them, my ass

hold your hand and walking behind you are a must.

can not move his body like he usually can, would just stop functioning 💀 *neteyam.exe has stopped responding*

would whisper seductive and teasing comments to you. “these will look hot on you, but it’s better if they are on the ground.” PLEASE- SIR-

if you wanna go try them on, he’ll cry, for the love of his life, he CANNOT stay alone in the shop. “pleaseee, gorgeous, i wanna come too.”

WILL and definitely secretly look through the shelves for a piece for you 🥺

he knows that you can be sometimes picky with the designs and color, but he love you for that. it doesn’t bother him that you wanted to feel comfortable in something so uncomfortable for SUCH a long time.

imagine coming out of the fitting room like neteyam just standing there like: ���i think you’ll like these”

AAAAA, sir, please, let me order one of you

AND LET ME TELL YOU they will fit perfectly and FEELS great (he really knows his job, guys- wait- how did he know your size- 😳)

anyways, will look after your things while you are changing

you are lying if you say he doesn’t try some bras on just to be funny for you. gurl, snatch them OFF cuz he’s getting a little too comfortable in them.

will 100% secretly squish bras. if you catch him doing that, he’ll just say like “it’s for testing how soft they are for you.”

maybe, don’t tell anyone this, but he loves to see the hooks of each bra. definitely doing something appropriate here, neteyam.

overall just love being there to support you and tease you, hehe

lo’ak

before the day you decided to go undergarments shopping, he had to prepare himself 😭

lo’ak will get so nervous about it and asking you do’s and don’t’s. like, sir, PLEASE CALM DOWM

walking in the store would count as his top 10 scariest moments in his life 💀

he’ll clutch on to your arm as if he will die, pressing his body against you and everything

will be so uncomfortable walking around the store 😭 hands clammed up together in front and everything. slow pacing around the store like a grandpa.

WILL not touch everything and only pointing at the ones he thinks will look super HAWT on you

once he calmed down, put your seatbelts on, the show’s about to begin.

WILL 100% get excited by different stuffs. touching everything like

“wtf, these are soft asf!” “ooo, these are scratchy” “they are sparkly!” (yes, but, sir, the sparkles in your eyes are falling out)

getting comfortable, going on an adventure mode, and opening drawers to be surprised by super seggsys stuffs

being a supportive boyfriend and picking things for you

“white or black?”

“white, white all the way.”

“but they are see through”

“exactly.”

would ask question about EVERYTHING and his face will turn red 😭 once he realized how extreme some bras could get, he is red like a tomatooo

WILL ask you to try on some HAWT stuff for him, but will cry if you leave him alone outside

def picking cute sets for you and waiting outside the fitting room, holding your stuffs

if you come out to show in your outfit, his jaw is DROPPED, SMASHED, AND CRUMBLED ON THE GROUND.

“darlinggg, you- I am lost for words- I’M COMING IN.”

in conclusion, a boy holding on to his dear life and fighting demons in the undergarment store.

today’s a great day to eat and take a break! 🤍 take care

@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin

[ikigaisvt]

seventeen as tropes – vocal unit

starring: jeonghan, joshua, jihoon, dokyeom & seungkwan + gn!reader / (mention of mingyu in dk's) words count: 3.5k in total (between 400 - 800 each, expect seungkwan's 1.3k..,,.,..,, dont comment on that pls) content: fluff, non-idol!au warnings: everything is soft tbh? skinship (cheek kiss, kissing, holding hands), teasing, pining, rivalry, shitty team mates/friends, crying, lots of blushing lmao, very very very very sappy note: seventeen as tropes has been sitting in my drafts since 2022 and i'm FINALLY letting it out,, i hope everyone enjoy it! i decided to post it by units or else the post would get Too long (i already went off on this one lmao) don't worry hhu unit and pfu unit is already in the making hehe >.< pls don't come for me if some members have more words than others! inspiration isn't going to be the same for every tropes so i hope everyone can keep that mind! minors can interact with this fic but please don't follow or i'll hard block you. ignore any mistakes pls my brain is Dead rn,,, pls enjoy this piece of mine and don't forget to leave a like/reblog/comment! mwah mwah mwah good reading~

Jeonghan: Blind date

Jeonghan never loses bets and everyone in his friend group knows that which is why no one ever makes bets with him. He is just an extremely lucky person and he can always get his way out of any situation; expect when the person he made a bet with is Joshua – I taught him too well, he thinks to himself. It’s all because of a lost bet that he finds himself going on a blind date on this Thursday afternoon. That was the bet – to go on a blind date with someone the other picked. To say he was nervous was an understatement. All he’s hoping for is that Joshua didn’t prank him and sent like Seungkwan as his date. That would be awkward, he thinks as he makes his way quicker to the café.

As for you? Well, here you are, waiting for Joshua’s friend in this new café that opened in the neighbor. You don’t really know what went through your mind when you agreed to this blind date; something about Joshua’s words, probably. He can be a bit too convincing at times, something he apparently learned from this special friend – Jeonghan. You’ve never met the guy but oh have you heard countless stories about him. You know he’s one of Joshua’s closest friends so maybe you won’t get a relationship out of this but you will be able to talk about Joshua’s weird antics – in hopes Jeonghan isn’t worse, somehow, than your best friend.

You’re lost in your thoughts when a voice softly calls your name. You look up to see the most beautiful man ever and he quickly introduces himself as Jeonghan, as he sits down in front of you. You don’t really notice how Jeonghan looks at you, like you’re the most beautiful human he has ever seen or how a slight blush creeps up on his ears. And Jeonghan doesn’t notice the blush on your cheeks or how you slightly smile to yourself every time he tells you something. You two talk for hours; complaining about Joshua’s behavior – and you don’t let Jeonghan get away with turning him into a little devil, talking about how cute Sylvanian families are – he even shows you the ones he has, he rants about Legos, too, while he lets you tell him about that last book you read – something about a fae prince and a human falling in love. The staffs at the café breaks you both out of your conversation, letting you know they are closing in 10 minutes – it’s only when she comes around that you realize you are the only customers left. You quickly gather your stuffs, expecting to say goodbye to Jeonghan in front of the café but he naturally walks you back to your place. It’s when you’re leaned on your front door that he asks for your number – I thought he would never make a move, and he promises to see you soon before leaning in to give you a kiss on your cheek. It’s only when Jeonghan leaves you that he realizes luck was, once again, on his side.

Joshua: Coworkers

You’re very grateful for your coworkers at your new job. It’s only been a few months since you joined the finance team at this new company but everyone treats you like you have been part of the team for a long time. Everyone helps you out in new tasks, especially Joshua. Whenever you have to do something you aren’t used to, Joshua comes running to help you out and he cheers you up every time you have a hard time. You never really questioned how he acts as you always thought he was just being nice – as he is with anyone else. However, as your coworkers have known him longer than you, they know how you always get a special treatment from him; he makes you coffee when you start working and after lunch, he brings you your favorite chocolate, he prints out your folders for you and makes sure you always have your favorite pens working. His crush on you is known to everyone but you.

That all comes to light on a company dinner where Joshua special dots on you even in a restaurant far from work – he gets you food, fills up your plate and your glasses, lends you his jacket when you get cold and even offer to walk you home. All of these little attention gets him teased by your coworkers while you are still as oblivious as before. Joshua wears a profound blush on his ears all night but once again, you still don’t notice the pink tint of his ears (you honestly think it’s a cause of his drinking) and Joshua is entirely too happy about you being so clueless.

A few hours later he walks you home – as he promised. However, you surprise him by asking why everyone was teasing him back there. He stumbles on his words, the blush going to his cheeks until he finally admits it’s because he has a crush on you ever since you walked into the office on your first day. And now you’re the one with the blush, stuttering an answer – I like you too, but Joshua takes you by surprise by kissing you.

Jihoon: Acquaintances

You have known Jihoon since middle school; he was just always around in your group of friends and yet you didn’t know him at all. All you knew about him is that he liked music and as much as you thought he was nice, you never thought about making friends with him – if you didn’t all this time, why now? But when you’re in your first year of college, walking into your liberal arts class and you see only one familiar face – Jihoon’s, you walk up to him because it’s always good to know someone in every classes – to get notes or for future project.

So, you put on your best smile, sit down next to him – hope to god he remembers you – while starting to rant about how glad you are he’s here. However, all you’re met with is a blushing and stuttering Jihoon; “Sorry, I- uh- I forgot to water my dog- I mean, no- Forgot to give water to my dog! Bye!” before he runs out of the auditorium. It’s an understatement to say you are confused about his behavior, hoping he doesn’t secretly hate you – and is currently at the college’s administration to beg for a transfer. He’s cute, after all.

Next week, you are standing in front of the door of that same auditorium wondering if you’re going to find Jihoon in there. You don’t give yourself time to run away, pushing the door open and promising yourself to try and make a friend in this class today. You sit down, not trying to find Jihoon among the students. You didn’t even finish pulling out your laptop that the chair beside you is pushed back – Someone sat down next to me! – and you look to see who your new best friend is, only to see Jihoon looking at you, smiling. He greets you, asks you how your morning went before apologizing for last week – something about him being stressed. You let him know it’s alright – you can’t just hold grudges against him. And he’s cute today too. That’s how you two become friends after more than 10 years of being in each other’s life – or like background. And so, because Jihoon never feels like he apologizes enough, he does anything you ask of him for weeks: he buys you food, lends you his notes, makes you playlists but most importantly, when you ask to see his studio, he accepts.

On a Friday night, he picks you up and you two walk together to the studio, as you ask him about music – all these years, you always saw him with a guitar or humming songs and yet you never knew how it all started. And so, he answers all your questions, he talks, again and again, he tells you everything because it’s you. When you get to the studio, you walk around, touching every instrument, asking more questions while he sets up his computer. He goes out for a moment – letting you know you can play around on his computer – to pick up dinner at the fast food down the street. Of course, you take his offer, settling down on his chair and you open Youtube, play some songs before trying to make a simple track. It’s when you open his files to add one of his samples that you stumble across a file named after you; you can’t resist the urge to open it, finding songs after songs – Run to you, Darl+ing, Lean On Me, Adore U.

Jihoon comes in a few minutes after, the computer still shining with all these songs. And that’s when he knows – he knows he can’t hide it anymore, he knows all these years he spent at a distance from you can’t happen again, he knows he has to tell you. So, he tells you – he never talked this much in a night – he tells you he always liked you, he never forgot that first day he saw you in middle school, he explains how much he tried to not be in your life but he always felt himself be pulled in. He confesses that’s how he started music – because nothing but this could describe what he feels in his chest when you’re there. And you have tears in your eyes, you feel like your heart is going to implode from the love he gives you and you tell him; someway, somehow, your life has always felt empty when he was missing. When college came around you were scared you were never going to see him again. So, when you saw him, you knew this was destiny. You knew the world pulled strings for you two. (You spend the night at his studio, listening to every song he made for you while you two build a new world together.)

Dokyeom: Love at first sight/Meet cute

Dokyeom knows it; he’s in love. Okay, he hasn’t been in love before but he is pretty damn sure if love is something then it’s this; your chest tightens, you feel tingles in your stomach and you can’t stop looking at everything they do. That’s what he feels right now, when he sees you reading your book in that coffee shop.

He’s here with his best friend who tries so hard to get his attention but nothing can make him look away. I’m not being a weirdo, he reassures himself. You’re just so pretty, sitting there while reacting to that book – at one point, he saw tears pooling in your eyes – while you sip on your tea, your headphones on. You stay there, reading away while he watches you, then stops looking when he feels like you’ll notice him but he finds himself looking at you soon enough, never being able to really stop.

It's when you get up, making your way to the bathroom that he breaks from his daze – I need to get a grip. So, he focuses on his best friend’s rant, listening, actually answering his questions. But when he misses you, he looks back to your spot only to find it empty, only your book left behind. He gets up immediately and make his way to your spot, not even caring about Mingyu’s complaint. He picks up your book – Me Before You, he reads – and hurriedly makes his way out of the café. As he looks around, trying to find you, he notices you at the end of the street, a few meters away, waiting to cross the road. He runs up to you, not wanting to let you get away and as he gets to your level, he gets weirdly nervous; it’s not like he’s gonna make any move, right? He lightly taps your shoulder to get your attention. You turn around, a natural smile hanging on your lips as an answer. Dokyeom feels his heart beat faster right away and he knows it’s not even the nervousness, it’s you – Hi, uh- I- I was in that café, he starts as he points behind himself, I think that’s yours, he says as he holds out the book between the two of you. Immediately, you react, your face twisting in something between surprise and gratitude as you grab it and you never stop thanking him, again and again, asking him how you can repay him. Nothing, he answers, stars in his eyes knowing he will never be that close to the sun again, just- enjoy that book, okay? he finishes, turning around to go back to his best friend and his cappuccino. He walks slowly, almost as he expects you to catch up to him, almost as he wants you to – and he does. It’s when he pulls the door of the café open that he feels a light touch on his shoulder, his body reacting to you before his eyes can even see you. His lips pull up, his eyes shine again and he turns around, his heart reacting the same way again, before you extend a piece of paper between your bodies, stuttering; You forgot something too, the blush on your ears deepens, my number.

Seungkwan: Rivals

Seungkwan has always loved badminton; at this point, he talks about it so often, the whole school knows. Which you might be bitter about – only because you don’t like sharing something in common with him – but it’s only normal people do know about it; after all, he’s the captain of the boy’s badminton team. Now, what people of this school don’t know is that there is also a girl’s badminton team in the school – however, they are about to know. You have been leading the team so well, even though it has only been two years since it first got together, that you now get to share the court in your school’s sports hall to practice with your girls. Your coach – which is also the boy’s team, also lets you know that you’ll be meeting the other team every 2 weeks for friendly matches so the girls could improve in their skills.

It's the next day when you walk onto the court, already prepared for practice – you just need to take care of a few things as you are the team captain. Unfortunately, you stumble onto Seungkwan when you least expect it – you thought the team had classes at this time (not that you know his schedule, of course). Seungkwan doesn’t understand what you’re doing on his ground and he asks you to leave or else he will tell the coach – as if he had any kind of weight on her. Go tell the coach I’m here, go, you scoff at him, knowing she will only let him know what’s really going on. A few minutes later he comes back, the coach by his side, as he rolls his eyes at, probably, the thought of sharing anything with you.

And that’s how the rivalry between the two of you gets worse – if that was even possible. Your team meet every other day, practicing side by side and sharing laughter – expect you and Seungkwan. You both make your possible to annoy each other – you take the best spot first, you help the coach, you give advices to his team mates, you even go as far as to use him as something not to do on the field. On his side, he refuses to say your name, he keeps reprimanding your girls, he even says how even a toddler could play better than you and even go as far as to flirt with your team mate. Fortunately, even through all this fight with him, you and your girls train hard and your skills are rapidly improving. Time passes by so fast and it’s already time for your first match against the boys. You gather your team, let them know you believe in them and to not get intimidated by their playing – they are going to play hard and we need to hit back as much as them. It’s when Seungkwan sees you like this, so serious, so sure of yourself and so proud of your team, even when they lose points that he notices you in a different way. The way you burn with passion and yet how your eyes still shine with love when one of your team needs words of encouragement. He didn’t think he would ever feel like this but right now, you are distracting him from the match. And nothing, distract him from badminton.

The match is fierce, the room is burning with pride and want for the win; which the girls get. You cheer again and again, even the boys are congratulating your team – only Seungkwan doesn’t as he gathers his stuff and leaves first – which somehow, stings. You think it’s because his pride is hurt but it’s only because he can’t bear to see you anymore when he feels like this – heart fluttering, lips forming into a smile – at the sight of you.

The training keeps going after that win, the matches too; you keep annoying him and he does too, even though is comments are more helpful than anything; don’t do it like this, you’ll get hurt or even tell them to coordinate their moves, it will make them better – but you don’t notice, you only do the contrary of what he wants you to. The 5th match comes faster than any of you expect and you fight for the win with your team – you haven’t won these past 3 ones and it’s taking a toll on the team spirit – but the luck isn’t on your side when you sprain your ankle. The match stops as soon as you yelp, your team mates too surprised to react right away. Through the pain, you open your eyes when you feel a hand touch at your ankle delicately, trying to evaluate how hurt you are. You expect to see your coach but you meet a pair of brown worried eyes – Seungkwan. Are you hurt somewhere else? he asks softly, before turning around and telling everyone else to give you space, talk to me, please, he pleads, his big brown eyes fixed on your face. The after shock of the fall passes by as you stutter; why do you care? before asking for two of your team members to help to the infirmary – the coach letting everyone know the match is postponed, as you go through the door.

A few hours later you’re sat down on the cold bed, waiting for one of your friends to get out of class so she can drive you home – two weeks without walking and a month with no badminton, at least, the nurse told you earlier, but please go see a doctor, she finished before leaving you alone in the room to rest. You’re lost in your thoughts when you hear a knock on the door, thinking it’s your friend that’s here to bring you back home – finally. You’re more than surprised when you’re met with Seungkwan’s figure at the door as he asks you if he can come in, which you answer with a nod. He walks in and sats down on the chair at the end of the bed; what did she say? he asks, nervous at the thought of talking to you normally – and also, at the thought of not seeing you for practice anymore. 2 weeks with crutches and a month without playing, at best, you whisper, trying to fight back the tears. Oh- I’m so sorry, he says, sounding sincere. It’s not like you have anything to do with that, you sneer, wiping a tear off your cheek, do you? He sits back, now realizing how far your rivalry had gone for you to thin he could hurt you; no, of course not. I would never, he says seriously, as he sits down at the foot of your bed. Yeah, sorry, you apologize, your voice breaking in the middle, I thought that was what we did. Hurt each other. He takes in your pain which is much more than physical right now; your heart is on the verge of breaking and it’s mostly because of him; Not anymore. I don’t want to do that anymore; he starts as you lookconfused by his words. So, he explains; how his aversion for you came to be because you were a better captain, how people compared you two together, how some of his old team mates wished to have you instead of him. How he found himself to be as admirative of you as people are, how he finally understood everyone when he saw you play, how badminton was made for you, the same way you were for him. How these feelings bloomed in a place he thought was burned by the spite of others. How he wishes he could take everything back but since he can’t how he hopes you can give him a chance to do better, in the future. So, you do; you hold his hand as you both stay silent; he starts to come up with way to fix your broken heart and you, coming up with a plan to keep the flowers blooming even in winter. Maybe love is the way to it all.

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[yourgentlegirlfriend]

HI MY ANGELS. So here’s a little talk before you read this story i wrote.. this was a request but i twisted it (as i always do) and didn’t wanna somehow notify the anon incase they’d be uncomfy with what i wrote!! I love you guys so much and i’m writing the part 2 for apple pie as we speak hehe

DISCLAIMER: IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH NSFW/DARK CONTENT OR ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT. MUAH.

Agent!afab reader x Re5/after re5 Chris Redfield

Warnings: SOMNO!! please be advised it’s not for everyone so please read at your own caution! (Somno should be done with a partner or somebody you trust and meant to be consented by on both ends) Mentions of fighting and extreme injury! Obsessive and overprotective Chris Redfield, rough sex and multiple creampies! PREGNANCY! again please continue only if you have read this!

Again! please continue at your own risk <3

Word count: 2,451

Chris vows before every mission to keep you completely safe. There have been too many close calls; he knew he had trained you exceptionally well, and your hand-to-hand combat improved daily. His eyes watched as you swung at the rookie in front of you, grunts coming from both of you as he dodged your attacks. Chris let out a whistle as the rookie slammed you to your back, a groan leaving your lips as you sat up, rubbing at your shoulders.

“Sharper, you have to be. No way you let a rookie knock you to the ground.”

You snarled at Chris as you stood up, staring at him as you reached for your water. Being signed to the B.S.A.A was a blessing yet a curse. The blessing being you met Chris, your life savior. He was an angel on earth, he protected you over everything. Your first big mission with Chris was ruled out last week; it sprung on two of you so quickly that you barely had time to prepare. Chris was always prepared, but he’s been in this field for a very long time. You haven’t. Though you were agile, your stamina wasn’t up to Chris’ criteria. He checks everything before you even board the plane, he double-checks all your armor, your buckles, all your guns, and their ammo. His number one rule is he always walks in front of you. His hands tug at your straps before he looks at you, that beautiful smile appearing on your face as you nod your head at him, already knowing what he will ask. Your hand comes up to the side of your face, pressing at the earpiece

“Yes, Chris, I can hear you.”

His lips pressed against your forehead, his hands still resting at your straps before he turned his back to you, his head tilting side to side to crack it.

How did you get into the position you are in now? You could hardly recall. You and Chris took punches at Jill, who was much faster; her speed was so scary. Chris watched as Jill kicked your gun out of your hand, you and her exchanging multiple swings before she kicked you to the ground, a loud yell leaving your lips as the throbbing in your head had already started. Wesker knew Chris’ weakness, you and Jill. Wesker had Chris wrapped around his finger. Your weak attempt to get up was stopped by Jill pushing her foot into your back, her eyes glaring back at Wesker, who just smiled at Chris. Your vision was still swaying from your body, smashing against the concrete as you reached for your gun, firing it at Wesker, and even Chris was shocked when it hit.

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Everything was confusing after that moment, you don’t remember much other than getting back up and fighting Wesker as Chris attempted to save Jill. The two of you were struggling, you thanked your lucky star that Sheva showed up, but when your attention looked towards where Sheva entered, your body flew, smashing into one of the pillars.

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Chris stayed by your side the whole two weeks, you swung in and out of sleep so often, only waking up to drink water and take small bites of soup, your lips lazily pressing against Chris’ cheek. Your recovery was slow, but Chris was there to help- always. His hands hold your arms, resting you to sit on the toilet as he leans over to start the tub's water. He can’t help but turn to you, his lips curling into a small smile as his hand reaches up to touch your cheek, caressing at your smooth skin before he helps you stand, pulling your pajama shorts down and tugging his shirt, he lets you use off your body.

“Step in, carefully.”

Your smile spreads as you step into the water, Chris hand-holding at the small of your back to help you sit down.

He does this for weeks on end, washing your hair, feeding you, changing you. His love for you was undeniable, but when he got your paperwork back into the forces, he wanted to crumble it and throw it into the shredder in his office. You were undoubtedly getting better, walking around the house, folding Chris’ laundry again. You had a one-month grace period before you started retraining again, and it made Chris’ blood boil how you were just so easy to go back after working so hard to keep you safe and nursing you back to health.

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Your cheek laid against the cold pillow, your hair slightly in your face as you curled up into the sheets. Chris just couldn’t sleep, lying next to you, his hand rubbing up and down your waist as he watched you twist. He couldn’t think of anything, absolutely no way to get you out of going back. It simply wasn’t safe anymore, and he needed you. Chris licked his lips as he looked down at your sleeping body, your pretty white tank top resting so nicely against your skin, your chest rising and falling. His careful hands lift at the blanket, feeling himself growing harder as his hands reach down, rubbing against the smoothness of your thighs. He curses under his breath as you squirm under his touch. He sits up carefully, trying not to make the bed creak, shifting your body so you’re laying flat on your back. His fingers carefully run over your nipples through your t-shirt, smiling at how responsive your body is even when you’re fast asleep. Chris’ body leans down, hovering over your much smaller frame as he gently tugs down the thin fabric, the groan rumbling in his throat as he stares down at your now bare chest. His tongue runs over his bottom lip, feeling selfish that he has to ravish you to make his anger subside- even if it meant you cried drowsily below him. He was tired of thrusting into his hand in the bathroom late at night, thinking about how cute you look when you lean on the counter watching him make dinner. You were his everything, his life. He could continue to be a captain but not with you by his side, he knows he can’t protect you from every single thing, but he can try.

Chris' eyes trail down at you, wanting nothing more than to wrap his lips around your pretty nipples and suck at them till you wake up whining his name with your messy hair and sleepy eyes. That wasn’t his motive, though. Chris let out a strained groan as he tugged his boxers down, the feeling of the fabric rubbing against his hard cock was already too much. He would hate to hurt you, his fingers pulling your panties to the side, his thumb rubbing into your slit as his fingers held your pink panties. He studied your face, just praying you don’t wake up, he would hate to have to explain his plan to you. He loved that you got so wet for him no matter the situation, his thumb pressing down more as your legs rub against his as he sits between your opened legs. Chris’ hips shift forward, his thumb still lazily drawing circles into your clit as he presses himself into you quickly, his large hand gripping your thigh a little too hard. He cursed under his breath, gently rubbing at the thigh he had just grabbed at. His thrusts are slow at first, trying not to let out a long moan as he pulls apart your folds to watch your needy hole sucking him in. His eyes squeeze shut as he tilts his head back, biting at the inside of his cheek as he swallows the groan that was about to pour from his lips. The small moan from your lips snaps him back to you, his thrusts stopping as he looks down at your sleep form. How cute, you were dreaming of him, he gave in, letting out a shaken moan as you grew wetter around him, your walls randomly squeezing at him, causing him to almost collapse forward. He quickly catches himself, his arm holding him up as he lifts at your hips, allowing him deeper access into you.

“Gonna pump you so full..”

Chris mumbled against your ear, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. He didn’t care if he woke you up anymore, it’s not like you weren’t his. He was showing you who you belong to. And you know he loves you so much, You’ve never complained when it came to your sexual needs with Chris.

He leaned back on his knees, smirking down at you, still sleeping.

“Beautiful.”

He whispered to himself as he brushed some hair from your face. He wanted you so close, the way your walls were hugging made the coil in him burn much quicker than he would have liked. His hands reach under your legs, your thighs loosely hanging from his arms as he lets out a moan as his hips smack into yours.

Your eyes fluttered open due to that burning feeling in your lower stomach, your vision was blurry from just waking up, but when your hands rubbed into your eyes, you couldn’t help but let out a long whine as you watched Chris above you.

“Chris-“

Chris shook his head down at you as his hand came down, clamping over your mouth tightly as he groaned again. He looked so good, holding at your leg, the muscles in his arm popping from the way he’s holding your jaw.

“You want me to stop? You shake your head, I'll stop.”

Even in his mind full of pleasure, he still cared. He watched you lay still, your hands resting against your stomach as you moaned against his hand, your eyes rolling back slightly.

“That’s my fucking girl..”

Chris’ husky voice rang through your ears as he yanked you further down the bed, your weight was nothing to him. His hands pushed down on your lower stomach with immense pressure, his eyes squeezing shut, a smirk plastered across his face as he heard you gasp as he cums inside you, his hips stuttering as he is sure to leave fingerprints on your hips.

“Chris, what-“

Yet again, he cuts you off, pulling himself out of you and grabbing at your waist, flipping you onto your stomach. You hear him whispering small strings of curse words as his hands hold at the fat of your ass, he leans forward to pull your hips up, helping you very carefully arch your back because he knows it sometimes still gets sore. The noise of his cock pushing into you fills the room as both of you fall silent, your toes curling at the sensation. You were too sensitive still, he doesn’t understand how big he is. Your hand reaches back to press against his hips as you whine out his name, which is quickly shut up but him fucking into you, grabbing at your wrist and shoving it into your back. He grumbles a small “Stop whining” as he pulls you up, your back pressing against his chest as he pushes his hips into you gruelingly.

“C'mon, be a good girl for me and take it.. take it. I know you can, baby; tell me you want it.”

Chris kissed the shell of your ear as his arms wrapped around your waist, his breaths more shallow and shaky as he felt himself growing close again. He’s fucking into you so hard you can feel him everywhere, your hands clawing at his arms as you lean your head back, nodding it eagerly into his shoulder as a loud moan leaves your slick lips.

“I wan’ it so bad, baby please, give me more please.”

Your cries were music to his ears, a groan that you could feel against your back rumbles through his chest as he cums again, slamming you back into the mattress as he slowed his pace down, your face tilting to the side as you gripped at the black sheets.

“See? See how easy it is just to take it when you know you want it so bad? Look at you begging for my cock, you’re so- mm.. you’re so fucking cute.”

Chris’ words were slurred as he shushed your small whines, wiping at the saliva that had slipped from your lip. His hand reaches below you, his three digits immediately finding your clit and rubbing slow circles into it, causing your eyes to squeeze shut.

“There you go. It’s okay you can let it go.”

Chris cooed in your ear as his thrusts sped up again, your whines going silent as the only sound filling the room was his hips slapping against your skin.

Chris can’t help but let out a quiet “Oh fuck..” as you cum around him, your hands desperately clawing at the pillow your head is resting on. He smiled at your silence, pulling himself out of you with a small “Mmph..”

He stood from the bed, pulling his boxers up from his ankles as he turned you back onto your back, lifting your back so you could sit up. Still so pretty and all fucked out, a yawn leaves your lips as his fingers reach up to wipe the tears from your eyes.

“Come on, time for your bath.”

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His plan worked too. Like the smart man he is, of course, it did. Chris and the other captains sign your discharge paperwork from the force. He couldn’t help but feel satisfied with himself as he got into the car, he couldn’t wait to see you.

He took a mental note to lecture you on the unlocked door all day, giving him complete access to walk in without his keys. He called out your name, setting his paperwork and keys on the coffee table as he shrugged his jacket off, sighing as he hung it on the rack over by the front door. He heard small steps being taken down the stairs, grabbing at the small ball at the end of the staircase as he watched you walk down the step, one by one with your hand on your stomach.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

Chris mumbled in admiration as he kissed you softly, helping you down the last step. He couldn’t help but smile as you let out a small huff of exhaustion, last year you would’ve hated you now. Tired constantly, begging Chris to massage your back, your big stomach not allowing you into any of your favorite tops.

It didn’t matter to him though, he could listen to you complain all day long. As long as it meant you would be with him, safe, only with him.

[stellar-constellations]

"I would've gave you a kiss if you asked!"

        

        Jealous! (Y/N) x Denji (Hayakawa)

        (Y/N) and Himeno aren't on great terms!

        Underage drinking on (Y/N)'s part.

        I stared at the door depressingly, three drinks already gone with not even a sip wasted, all drank by me. I sighed again for the 40th time that night.

        “What’cha so down for? Does alcohol make you sad?” Himeno questioned, slapping her hand on my shoulder.

        I groaned and pushed it off, ignored at the drunk. At least I can hold my alcohol better compared to her.

        “Shut up, cancer stick.” I groaned, rolling my eyes. “I was promised Denji would be here.” I sighed again. 

        “Oh. Interesting.” Himeno smirked.

        “I don’t like that look.” I grimaced.

        “I'm looking like this because I owe him a kiss.” She said proudly.

        “What?!” I cried out. “How? No fair!” I whined, verbally letting out my frustration and anger at her.

        Her out of all people? This cancer stick! She’ll have lung cancer by the time my liver wears down tonight!

        “You can’t be serious.” I sighed, already feeling tears in my eyes.

        Alcohol is a depressant on the nervous system. I’ll blame my tears on that if she sees me cry.

        “Hehe. Yup. Tongue and all. Denji saved me from the Eternity Devil.” Himeno chuckled.

        “Yeah, when Himeno gets drunk she turns into a kissing freak.” Some dude with a freaky stone face, Stoner (I've decided his name was), said.

        "Good to know..." I muttered, scooting a bit, not needing that information but now aware to be extremely cautious with her. "Get me a strong blue-raspberry margarita." I spoke, stopping the waiter walking past me. "Add lemons in it too, please. And vodka. I need this." I spoke, desperate to drink away my sadness, anger, and disappointment all at once.

        The waiter nodded at me confused and a little annoyed (this was probably the fourth time I've asked in for a drink in the last twenty minutes).

        "Haven't you all had enough? Pretty soon you'll end up like kissaholic over here." Stoner spoke. 

        "I'm not that drunk!" Himeno slurred slightly. 

        "Don't judge me." I spat out harshly.

        Besides, this is probably the only way I'd be able to drink underaged.

        That waiter finally came back with my drink. I took it, almost not bothering to say thanks, but I decided I should be a little polite so he wouldn't spit in my next drink.

        "Thanks." I sighed, keeping my eyes on the door as I threw the straw behind me and chugged half of the margarita glass. "Get me another, a way bigger glass too." I ordered. 

        "That poor waiter—you'll be working his sorry ass all night." A blond guy with a scar spoke, whose name will now be Mad Brows because of his weird eyebrows. 

        The door bursted open, a rowdy crowd of three entering the bar. 

        "Hey, guys!" I greeted optimistically, glad to see Denji with them.

        Denji sat down next to Himeno and I immediately stood up, forcing Stoner to scoot his ass over as I sat down next to Denji, placing my head on his shoulder so he’d pay attention to me instead of Himeno. He blushed, staring for a good twenty seconds as I looked up at him, then grabbed the menu, shoving his red face deep into the plastic.

        “Come on! You’re still so young, so order up and eat more!” Stoner said to Denji.

        “Fuck! I can’t read any of this stuff!” Denji shouted. 

        “I can help!” I volunteered immediately, removing my head off his shoulder and sharing the menu as I pointed out different things. “This is spicy sushi, this is karaage, there’s ramen, udon, fried rice, curry…” the list went on and on as I patiently explained to him everything and answered his questions such as “what’s this food?” and “well, does that taste good?” 

        He finally decided and ordered his food, getting the waiter to come get it. The waiter hurried quickly once seeing me and hesitantly asked if I wanted another alcohol.

        “Nah, I’ll sober up. Get me water instead.” I spoke.

        “You’ve been drinking?” Denji questioned, shocked. “I didn’t even notice! But I guess that makes sense now cause of your red face.” 

        “I have a high tolerance for alcohol thanks to genetics.” I chuckled.

        “Ugh. This is so boring! You want that kiss now, Denji?” Himeno questioned before chugging beer.

        “Really?!” Denji shouted, excited. I groaned, extremely annoyed and jealous of Himeno.

        “Fucking cancer stick…” I muttered unhappily as I slammed my head hard on the table, shaking it.

        “A kiss?” I looked behind me and noticed Makima appear from nowhere as she looked over Denji. “Are you going to kiss someone, Denji?” she questioned.

        “Of course not!” Denji shouted immediately.

        “Eh? Denji, you’re not going to kiss me?” Himeno spoke.

        “Of course I am!” Denji shouted.

        I huffed, rolling eyes yet eternally grateful that Makima saved me from the sight of a guy I really like getting it on with some drunk girl who can’t give consent.

        Everybody went on more about drinking, somehow Power and the others started to talk about IQ. I noticed Himeno point me a cheeky smile before dragging her eyes to Denji next to me. Her face was red from the alcohol but seemed green too, almost as if she was about to throw up. I glared at her, shaking my head her she smirked wider.

        She leaned in over me and I immediately stood up, grabbing Denji’s hand and lifting him off the ground with strength I didn’t know I had. I took a few steps back and immediately after I did so, she threw up.

        “Gross!” someone at the table shouted.

        Kobeni held in her own puke in their mouth Makima stared at the scene, slightly surprised.

        “That was close.” Stoner said as Power laughed.

        “Uhoh. Excuse me, can we get something to wipe it up?” Makima asked.

        “Gross! Gross! Gross! Denji’s a minor too, you sick pedo!” I shouted at Himeno, red in the face from anger as I held onto Denji’s hand tighter and walked out of the bar.

        “Woah! What about paying?” Denji questioned.

        “Forget that. It’s all on Makima.” I spoke. “Can’t believe she tried doing that to you! I promise you, since I can’t legally give you consent now, but I promise that you’ll get a proper French kiss like Himeno offered to you! It’ll be tongue and all like she said and it’ll be 100 times better than what she could ever give you!” I spoke, stomping angrily as we started walking to our apartment.

        “I can’t believe her! Also can’t believe you’d allow that from her! You know what grooming is!? ‘Cause it’s that! Same thing Makima’s been doing. You’re a perfect target for them it seems, so watch out!” I scolded.

        “Sorry.” Denji sighed out.

        “Seriously though. What were you thinking? You risked your life for a stupid kiss, I heard. I would’ve gave you a kiss if you asked!” I blurred out, before realizing what I said as my face became bright red.

        “Oh, really?” Denji teased, a sharp and playful smirk on his face as he leaned closer. “That’s really all I’d have to do?” 

        “Stop it, I still have alcohol in my system so there's no legal consent.” I sighed, adverting my gaze to anywhere but him. "Let's just go back to our homes."

        Have any requests? Check my masterlist to see the characters I write for: Masterlist

[linawritestwst]

(sorry had to redo it ignore the other one pls 😭)

may i request the first years with an strong and heroic but kind and flirty fem! s/o

first years x strong and heroic s/o headcanons (fem!reader)

(don't worry, i included her kind and flirty side as well! i just wrote the name like this so that it won't be too long jdksdksl)

ace trappola.

♡ at first, this guy didn't think much of you. he probably even thought that you were a bit boring. so yeah, he wasn't that nice to you, but he took back everything he said about you when he was about to get punished by crowley again, but you just casually picked him up and ran away with him, carrying him like this. you weren't tired at all and you didn't think he was too heavy for you or anything like that.. o-okay, maybe you did make ace's heart beat a little too fast this time.

♡ he still teases you sometimes, but he's not as mean as he was before. honestly, he even kinda respects you now, you turned out to be much cooler than he thought you would be. but when you think that he still went a bit too far, you never hesitate to remind ace just how strong you really are. and when you are done with him, you smile at him and go "hehe, looks like i'm not as fragile as you thought~" PLEASE Y/N. HE ALREADY STARTED TO FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU, DON'T MAKE IT WORSE FOR HIM.

♡ ace can't believe this is happening, but he really got a huge crush on you. when he realizes that teasing you won't work anymore and also he doesn't want to be punched by you again he decides to do something a little different. maybe he just needs to impress you somehow? he won't be obvious about it though, he would prefer you to notice him yourself. yes, he got a surprisingly good grade today, but he won't tell YOU about it. he will talk about it with deuce, though he will wait for the right moment and he will mention it only when you appear. and when you say how unusual it is, you will hear some familiar words from him. "hehe, looks like i'm not as dumb as you thought~"

deuce spade.

♡ he always was very awkward around you and he didn't know how to talk to you at all. forgive him for that, he's just!! always so nervous around girls!! but even though he didn't have enough courage to even say hi to you, he still felt like he should protect you and he made sure nothing bad happens to you.. yeah, you did surprise him quite a bit, when deuce found out that you're REALLY good at protecting yourself AND him as well. and if he didn't have a crush on you at first, OH BOY, HE SURE HAS ONE NOW.

♡ he somehow manages to act even more awkward now!! he can't stop blushing and he keeps stuttering, you're just so.. he doesn't know how to explain it.. if you try to flirt with him, you will ruin him, y/n. but if you want to do it, sure, no one is stopping you. and if you try to carry him or you end up protecting him from something (or someone), deuce will feel a bit lost because he wants you to rely on him more, but.. for some reason, it doesn't feel so bad to be protected by you.

♡ deuce admires you a lot and when he starts feeling more comfortable, he's just so polite and sweet and if you praise him, he melts. ace refuses to shut up about his reactions to anything that you say and he keeps pointing at deuce and going "HAHA SIMP". when things like that happen, deuce tries really hard to distract you, he's not ready to tell you about his feelings yet. but he hopes that you will return his feelings when he finally confesses to you.

jack howl.

♡ similar to ace, he didn't think much of you when you two first met, however, he did have a feeling that you're actually much stronger than you look like, so you did catch his interest. he tried to get to know you better and you didn't disappoint, he found your skills and abilities extremely impressive. heh, well, you're already better than leona because you keep practicing and achieving more every single day. maybe you two can be good friends.. no, you didn't hear anything from him.

♡ but you and jack actually end up becoming pretty good friends, even if he refuses to admit it and says that your relationship is nothing like that. "oh, so is our relationship actually something more?" no, y/n, you can't do this to him. he doesn't know how to react to your flirting at all, so yeah, if you want to see him acting like his tsundere self more often, then go ahead, say more things like that to him.

♡ even if you don't notice it yourself, it's obvious to everyone (especially savanaclaw students) that jack has a crush on you, though he most likely didn't even realize it yet. ruggie keeps mentioning it and even leona finds it funny how jack doesn't know how to act when you're around. haha, so he's actually much more shy than most people thought. jack respects you a lot and he wishes to spend as much time with you as possible, you're like his idol basically. though maybe your relationship could be a little deeper than that.

epel felmier.

♡ .. okay, he's gonna be honest, he didn't like you that much when you first met. it's not your fault or anything like that, it was just him feeling too insecure. it's just.. he's out here trying to become more masculine even though it feels like this whole world is against it, and then he meets you and you turn out to be so much stronger than him?? it doesn't help that you're a girl, he feels even worse because of that. he knows that it's a weird reason to dislike you, but.. no, he shouldn't think about it like that. you know what, he's just gonna try harder so that he can surpass you one day!

♡ and why are you so kind to him? ah, you just pity him, don't you? you think he's this weak and fragile boy who can't protect himself, right? well, he's gonna prove you otherwise! just you wait, he will definitely become stronger than you and he will be the one to protect you from anything dangerous! though he wishes your reaction to this rivalry was more.. uh, serious. he's tired of you going "aw, that's so cute, epel! don't worry, i already see you as my hero, hehe~" like what does that mean??

♡ oh no. oh no, he's afraid he accidentally fell in love with you while trying to prove that he's better than you. that wasn't a part of his plan. and now he's even more obsessed with showing you how cool he really is, because.. well, now he's trying to become stronger not because he sees you as a rival, but because he wants to become someone who's worthy of your love. even though you said that you already see him as your hero, he's not gonna stop until he actually feels like one. hey, maybe he will be able to carry you today!.. n-no, he won't.

sebek zigvolt.

♡ he is confused. how can a human like you be so.. no, really, how do you manage to be better than him at everything he does?? how can he lose to someone like you?? that's it, he has to work harder, he can't disappoint his master! even though malleus said that he thinks sebek is doing great and he doesn't have to change anything about himself sebek can't stop thinking about you turning out to be a better knight than he is and he mentions you so often that lilia starts teasing him for having a crush on you. AND HE DOESN'T HAVE ONE.

♡ but somehow, his hatred starts slowly turning into.. admiration? sure, he keeps saying stuff like "wow, i didn't know that a human could do this too!" but now it sounds like he's actually amazed and not just making fun of you. hm, why don't you take advantage of that? "why thank you, sebek! i spent so much time dreaming about impressing you one day." he wants to say something cool like "haha, did you really think that a lowly human like you could ever impress me?", but for some reason it's very hard for him to say those words. congratulations, y/n, you actually did impress him.

♡ sebek doesn't want to admit it, but now he really wants you to pay more attention to him. like hey, y/n, did you just see him do that? what did you think of it? haha, he is definitely stronger than you, isn't he? you just smile and nod, you think him acting like this is too cute and you can't possibly be mad at him. and if you actually do praise him for his skills and his hard work.. for some reason, hearing those words would make him so happy, it's like malleus himself praised him. wait, no, obviously, hearing those words from malleus would make him more happy, haha..

[finniestoncrane]

Hi!! I love your dano riddler fics so much

I used to write fic myself but am long since out of the game lol but I still have ideas and I kind of wish they got used, so I thought I could send you some ? Not even as requests as such, just ideas to imagine Eddie with hehe

One I had today was (dark fic warning!) reader being kidnapped by Eddie and streamed nc ensuing, but unbeknownst to Eddie the reader has been lowkey infatuated with him for a while and recognises his smell and shouts out his name on stream, prompting him to not know whether to immediate stop streaming or act like he has no idea who Edward nashton is

Just wanted to share w a fellow Eddie stan !!

Crush

Dano!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 600 oh shit yeah please send your plot bunnies my way lmao i would love to see if i can make them happen and this was so much fun to write!! 🐀💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: restraints, kidnapping, threats

The last thing you remember, you had been trying to catch up to Edward Nashton, your office crush, in the hopes of walking him home. You’d walked down the alley you were sure he had turned down, and then something was over your face. You were sure you hit the ground… maybe… but you couldn’t be certain.

And now, you were tied up, wrists, ankles and waist duct taped to the arms of the chair you were sat on. In front of you, the figure clad in dark green, mask over his face, spoke to the camera of his computer.

“…so this one was just for fun, guys! Just something to keep me sharp while we wait for the next step in our plan.”

You recognised the modulated voice, your eyes adjusting to the light. The Riddler. Criminal. Potential vigilante. Murderer. He must have got you in the alley. But where was Eddie? As your mind began to panic, thinking of all the terrible things he might have done to Eddie, the Riddler stepped over to you, holding the camera to your face, leaning in to you to offer a threat, a teasing comment. You weren’t really listening, you were distracted. Over the scent of the mask, the sweat, you could make out the cologne, extremely familiar. Glancing up to make eye contact with him, you noticed the frames, the dull green pupils behind them.

He turned from you, placing the laptop back down on the desk. As he continued with his speech, you put everything together.

“Edward. Edward Nashton.”

Turning quick enough to give himself whiplash, the Riddler stared you down.

“Oh, she speaks! I have no idea who that is, so maybe be quiet.”

Turning from you once again, he stammered some excuse to the people watching.

“Eddie! Edward Nashton.”

“Quit barking over there! I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You smell like him.”

“What a strange thing to yelp about.”

He laughed, an attempt at scoffing, but his nerves were seeping through.

“You’re Edward Nashton, right?”

“I don’t know who that is! STOP! Bad dog!”

You kicked at the backpack, stretching to reach it. It tipped over, some duct tape, three notepads, and a work pass on a lanyard spilled out. You managed to shift the pass with your toes, able to make out Edward’s face, your place of work, the badge formatted the same as your own one still around your neck.

“Oh yeah? Then how come his name badge is right here on the floor.”

“Ok, you want the truth little puppy?”

The Riddler got up from his chair, pushing it to the side, crouching in front of you, the camera displaying all at the angle is recorded.

“I killed Edward Nashton. You’re smelling a dead man’s scent. You rifled through a dead man’s things.”

Your heart sank, nervously considering that he was telling the truth.

“No…”

“Yes! And that was supposed to be a nice surprise to my viewers, but you’ve spoiled it now. Sorry guys! I’ll end the stream now, I’ll be back tomorrow with a better gift for you all.”

He turned off the stream, closing the lid of the laptop, crouching in front of you again.

“You’re lying. You are Eddie.”

Pulling his mask off, he smiled, revealing his face. The sweet face you had had a crush on for months now.

“Technically, it’s a half lie. Because in truth, I did kill Edward Nashton. I’m the Riddler now.”

[dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes]

First Date Sex: Steven

(Untitled Series, Part 4a)

August 6 | |August 6B

Summary: I think the title says it all or does it?

Word count: (I wrote this in tumblr; if someone wants to tell me, I will put it in here).

Warning: SMUT! NSFW. 18+. Unprotected sex. P in v. Oral (m and f receiving). Fingering. Cockwarming. Praise kink. Rough sex. Manhandling. Bondage. Masochism. Daddy kink. Safe word system (stop light colors).

Pairing: Steven Grant x afab!Reader, Marc Spector x afab!Reader, Jake Lockley x Afab!Reader

Author’s Note: Sorry, not sorry it is so long. 😉😏🥴😈Not Beta’d. Mistakes are my own. I’m bad with tenses. Help me catch that, please. Enjoy as many times as you would like. 😏

Feedback is gold!

August 7th:

Steven is asleep in my bed. 😬 🥴

Gawd, the things that man can do. He is like pure muscle. The abdominals on that man, I want to bite and lick each one again and again. The stamina he has is amazing. We had sex three times and they were all so different and delicious. Omg, I feel like a horny teenager. Shit. I wonder if he wakes up with morning wood because I could so go again. 😮 Yup, I’ve become a horny teenager again. Fuck me. Hehe.

Where the fuck do I begin? I mean his lips are so soft and just the perfect shape.

Wait!

August 6th:

Dinner was so fun. I asked why he picked it even though he was vegan which he was surprised I remembered. It was so cute. So, I did the bold thing: I stood up and reached out my hand saying we should go find a place we can both easily eat. I even suggested this great food cart that is near the museum a lot. It’s like Mexican-ish which I was worried he was taken aback at my recommendation but he took my hand and we just walked over there.

He slouches. I never realized it until we were walking and holding hands. Hahaha. 🤷‍♀️ His hands are kind of calloused but the rest of his skin is soft. It was like electricity holding his hands and I was awake. My heart was just pounding whike we walked over to the food cart. It was so delicious but his company was the best thing.

Ok! I just didn’t want him eating salad and bread sticks. That is not a dinner to, at the very least, make out after. The mouths were not gonna be talking the whole time and I knew that. >.>

Anyway, he knows French. He even tutors people sometimes which is so cool. Oooo, I wonder if I can get him to speak French while we fuck. 🤤 Why didn’t he admit to knowing Spanish too?

Is it weird to be highly turned on and extremely embarrassed about all the sex last night? It was a little odd. I wonder if he likes to roleplay. He was speaking Spanish at one point with a really good accent and then the time before that I swear he sounded American. I don’t care. I’m good with it all. Just need to actually talk with him about it. I can do that, right?

I just wish I knew he was into bdsm because when he was speaking Spanish and demanded I call him Papí, and then pinned me against the damned wall. Whew, that was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever done. He knows where to bite too.

It was just odd because it was almost like he was building up to that or maybe he was just trying to test limits without really talking about it, maybe? I don’t know.

I’m getting ahead of myself again, fuck!

So, we sat and ate and thankfully I remembered minty gum. He took some too which was good because I got a slightly hot burrito and not sure if he likes spice that much. Don’t want that anywhere except the mouth anyway. It was fun because afterwards it was all sweet and romantic. We walked the streets in the moonlight and just talked. He told me about his Mom and how he returned to London.

How he just loved to read and used to have a serious sleep problem that eventually turned out to be something else which he seemed nervous about. Poor guy, I told him he doesn’t have to explain everything or give me his life story. It’s the fun of dating, isn’t it? Getting to know each other. He asked me if I wanted to do this again and I instantly said yes then tried to back up because I got embarrassed not wanting to sound like a teenage girl. 🤦

Fine, I’m fangirling over Steven. It ain’t like he is gonna find out? Unless I tell him which would be like a long time down the road, like a year or more or something. Huh. Yeah.

It was sweet and so fun. We ended up walking back to my place which is only like four or five blocks from the museum anyway but it was subconscious. I didn’t plan to bring him back to my loft, ok? I just wanted to make out, get felt up, maybe blow him if I was lucky. That went out the window when I invited him up. I even made him tea and then he saw all the books he’d ever recommended to me to read about Egypt.

I panicked. It was sad because I could feel my face just got fully hot and knew I had to be turning red which made me nervous. So nervous in fact that I spilled my tea on my lap. Yes, nearly boiling earl grey tea on my thighs. Good job, Y/N. You’re a fucking klutz. 🥴

That’s how everything started though. 😉 I tried to stop the spill which you can’t do then I nearly burned my hands too. My dress thankfully is cotton so I didn’t ruin it but it hurt. Steven rushed the freezer and grabbed some frozen veg to help me with the burn. He cleaned up the mess. I think he got embarrassed because I think he was talking to himself at one point. It was sweet. I can get so nervous sometimes that I’m not surprised I can hardly get past first dates with my klutziness. Oy.

He sat me at my table and checked my thighs to make sure it wasn’t a bad burn. The dress tried to stick but it was just the honey and sugar, thankfully.

I don’t know what came over me. It felt like everything was a culmination up to that point: as I watched him push up my dress along my thighs, I could feel myself just getting turned on. He had no idea what he did to me. I remember how I cupped the side of his face in my splayed fingers. The stubble rubbing on my palm and fingertips. It made me shiver and I chewed on my lip a little too hard because when he looked at me, I leaned down and kissed him harder than I meant to. My lip hurt a little. 😆

I think he panicked and froze since it was unexpected but once I licked his lips, he gasped and grabbed the back of my neck, pushing his tongue in my mouth like a starving man; I just moaned into his. He kept his other hand on my exposed thigh as I sat and he kneeled. When we stood up maintaining the kiss, his hand slid up my side and around my back to my bra, actually.

For someone who claims they don’t date much, he has amazing instincts in bed. 🤩

Things got intense rather quickly.

I wrapped my arm over his shoulder and held his neck in my hand. I played with the little, soft hairs on the back of neck and in his hair, gently scratching his scalp. He moaned when I did so I slowed my pace and kept doing it. I even carded my hand through his soft locks and pulled a little here and threw which drew another moan from him. His moans just made me more wet and went straight to my center, like a coil tightening. Each time, it just made me want him more and more.

It was like I couldn’t breathe and he was my air. I could not get enough of his mouth and tongue. His lips are so soft and just the perfect size for mine. That man can kiss. When he pulled back, because he did, I was willing to pass out kissing him. >.>( )

We were both gasping for air. His usually brown eyes were nearly black, his pupils were so dilated with lust. I could feel how swollen my lips were and licked them. God, I needed more of him. Almost like I craved him, I had no idea I could want someone this much.

He was so much better than anything I imagined and I am so glad.

His mouth skipped mine and went to kiss that sensitive spot under my ear. I shift my arms to where they were more around his neck. I almost came from that spot alone. I think my panting and moans were an encouragement to him. When he moved down to neck, he was playing me like an instrument. He lips kissed and sucked then nipped the already sensitive skin and sucked again. He kept this up three or four times down the left side of my neck: kissing spots, sucking and brought the skin into his teeth, nipped with a slight rubbing Of teeth, and then sucked again, leaving bruises all the way down. I came undone. I dug my hands into his shirt and held on for dear life. I remember moaning his name and attempted to tell him I was cumming but couldn’t say anything else. I quickly became weak kneed from the intensity of that pleasure roaring through me.

I’m certain he was caught off guard because I felt him push me into him and readjust his hands to hold me up. I was already flushed but I know I grew more so when he let up and looked at me a bit confused. I was so out of it, I told him all breathy and panting, “Don’t stop.” He just grinned and asked, “You sure, Love?”

I cannot get enough when he calls me that. I just want to ride his cock every time he does.

I remember licking my swollen lips and nodding. Practically begging him to keep going, “Please, Steven.” His eyes looked over my whole face, I could feel it, and then he kissed me with so much passion and such force that he bruised my lips. They ached when he let up. He walked me back to my small table and easily lifted me up on to it. I wrapped my legs around his waist bring him to me entrapping him in between my thighs. I could feel his semi aroused cock in his jeans against my clothes sex. I started unbutton his shirt and he pulled it off tossing it on the floor. When I went for his belt, he stopped me and grinned, “You’re turn, Y/N.”

I forgot I had clothes on. I wish I could be joking but I’m not. He started puking my dress up and that’s when I realized I was sitting on it so I leaned back holding myself up with elbows and lifted my hips up for him. He pulled my soft dress over my head leaving me in matching bra and panties. I toed my flats off and they dropped to the floor.

Steven though when he looked at me was…I don’t know. It was embarrassing and made me feel so beautiful all at once. I sat up and reached for him grabbing his neck and making him kiss me again. I dug. Y hand back into his hair. I needed to hear him moan so I carded my fingers again and grabbed a handful tugging which drew his head back as he groaned. I was surprised by the grin I felt on my face because his moans were like flames rushing through my veins straight to my core bring me that much closer to my next orgasm.

I was so frustrated by our height difference that I pushed him away and hopped off the table. He was surprised and confused until I grabbed his hand pulling him to my king size bed. I turned him around and pushed him on to the comforter — yes, I made that bed just in case. I quickly grabbed his shoes and socks, and threw them behind me. I went for his belt again followed by unzipping his jeans. He lifted his hips so I could slide them down his legs. He wore boxer briefs, gray that matched his shirt. I licked my lips and chewed on lower lip as I approached him. He sat up on the bed and reached for me which I shook my head. “Not yet,” I told him so his hands rested on the bed. He watched me with his brow furrowed and lips slightly pursed. I put my hands on his knees and slowly slid up his thighs and squeezed slightly. He hummed in response. He leaned back as I reached his waistband and I swiftly slid them down, waiting be damned. His hard cock sprang free and it looked delicious. There was pre-cum starting to leak from the tip.

He began to speak, “Y/N, you don’t—“ but I stopped that with a flick of my tongue against that slit and he tasted salty, slightly bitter, and a touch of tangy sweetness. I then slid the width of my tongue flat fla down the underside of his cock. He laid down when I began to go back up and swirled around the tip, gently suckling the head for a few moments. He moaned my name and his hands went straight into my hair almost by instinct. I slid his hard thick cock in my mouth, the weight against my tongue and I moaned around him. Steven felt so good in my mouth and while I couldn’t take all of him, I had a hand around the base that was just long enough for my hand to cover to give him full coverage for that beautiful dick of his.

I slowly slid up his hard cock then back down keeping my hand with my mouth to cover his full length. As I began to speed up, his fingers turned into fists and pulled my hair.

God, I love my hair being pulled too.

When I got into a rhythm, he pulled me off of him. “Love, I’m not gonna last if you keep this up,” he said as he sat up and pulled me up to him. He wrapped an arm around my waist and his other skimmed my face to my neck into my hair. I closed my eyes when he pressed his lips to mine, such a change. He was so gently and left me wanting more that when he pulled away I tried to follow him. He grinned and chuckled which made me feel even hotter as I looked down at his chest. “Sorry,” I said.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” he whispered. “Come here,” he patted next to him and scooted back on the bed. I crawled on my bed and stopped next to him. That’s when I sadly realized I still had clothes on and chuckled. I reached behind me and unclasped my bra letting it slide down my airs before tossing it to the floor without thought.

“Beautiful,” I heard him say as he looked at my breasts. I did a double take on my own breasts. They’re small and kind of perky but never had anyone call them beautiful. It was almost distracting so I shrugged. I sat down and leaned back about to take off my own underwear when Steven stopped me. The look on his face confused me. He has both hands on both of mine and this almost incredulous look on his face as if it were wrong for me to be getting myself undressed. I silently looked at him confused. He took my wrists in his and pinned them above my head watching my face as he did it.

“Is this ok, love ?” Steven asked as laid his naked, muscular body on top of mine and held my wrists for a few seconds. I could feel his cock resting against my thigh and oh, I wanted him buried inside me but he had other ideas.

I nodded, “Very much so.”

“No touching,” he instructed. I could feel the smile I was trying to resist become a grin and he slid back down my body to sit in between my legs. He carefully took off my very wet panties and tossed to the floor with a smirk. I looked away embarrassed. That smirk seemed a look if triumph at the time but I’m not so sure now. He pushed my legs apart and laid down between my legs. My heart instantly sped up as I watched his head approach my dripping center. I clasped my hands together to stop them nervously shaking.

I don’t have a lot of experience with this and the little I do have we’re not very enjoyable. I was unsure what to expect so my nerves were quickly starting to get to me.

So, when he swiped his tongue from bottom of my lips up to my clit and circle my already engorged bundle of nerves then sucked on it as he gave kitten licks, I think I passed out for a few moments. The next thing I knew Steven had two fingers inside me rubbing my g-spot and wide licks across my clit that made me buck my hips involuntary. He held my hips down by pressing on my lower abdomen. He is fucking strong because I was gone.

I think that is the fastest I’ve ever cum in my life and I’m sure everyone on my floor knows what I did last night. He was playing me like an expert and knew where to touch and lick to have me begging for him to stop. He didn’t let up once I started either. I dug my hands under the headboard and my heels into the bed holding on for the ride. He knew how to extend the fucking orgasm. Who knows those things? Seriously!

He thrusted his fingers and made sure to rub my g-spot with him licking my clit in time with every peak that had me screaming for what felt like 20 minutes, hands down.

I am certain I actually did pass out this time. I opened my eyes to find Steven gently kissing me along my jaw and neck. My hands were now by my sides too. I smiled at him and I’m sure he could see how embarrassed I was. I mean I just experience what I’ve only read in romance novels and seen in porn. He planted a gentle kiss on my lips which I licked and kissed him back as gentle.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” I said back

“You ok?” He asked, concern on his face.

I grinned and nodded.

He helped me sit up and handed me a glass of water. Yup, I passed out. He had enough time to get up, find a cup, fill it with ice water and then work to wake me back up.

Omg, this man is a sex god. Why would he want to ever be with me? My brain keeps tell me to marry him and I’m freaking out that I passed out from an orgasm. I’ve come close before but I may have been drunk at those times. <.<

Once I’m all good and hydrated, he sat next to me and wanted to cuddle. I look down his body at his weeping cock and quirk an eyebrow incredulously at him with a smirk on my lips. I bite my lower lip and get on my hands and knees crawling next to him, watching him watch me. I straddle him and line him up with my entrance. Before he can say anything, I practically stab myself on his rock hard, thick cock. I burn from the lack of accommodation for his girth and it feels good. I shudder falling forward catching myself against his chest. I remember feeling the definition of his torso and my eyes pop open to look at it. I run my hands over his chest and abdomen then gently run my nails feeling the slight tug of skin. Steven leans back against the headboard with his eyes closed, moaning as I do.

I just sat there on his cock enjoying myself a little too much along his torso. I chew my lower lip and lightly rub both of his nipples making a breath catch in his throat then groaned as I lightly pinched them. I leaned forward and licked his left one, just one swipe and he shudders which I could feel goes all the way to his cock. God damn, it felt good too. I tongued his nipple and he wrapped his arms around me with his head fallen back. I smirked and licked the other one with duplicating responses. I can feel myself become wetter from my core through me hearing his moans and know I caused them is just so sexy and hot. I almost cum again. Shit.

Shifting his hands to hold his shoulders, I lean back and pull him up with me making him open his eyes. I grin seeing his pupil blown and hearing him pant.I slid my hands down his back and slowly move up his cock then back down building a pace. I watch his face as I do. He grabbed my hips and flipped me on to my back with him on his knees holding my hips to keep the angle. He pulled out and plowed into me. I wrap my legs around him and work to meet him. How the fuck does he know to hit my cervix? I can’t. It’s too much.

I remember I looked at him with his eyes closed as he just rutted into me. I called his name, “Steven.” He paused a moment to look at me and I basically crawled up his arms and sat on his lap as he kneeled on the bed. I wrapped my arms around his neck with a hand in his sweaty mop of hair. I just love it. Once I’m repositioned, he shifted his grip to my ass then he started thrusting into me again.

I didn’t realize I put myself at his mercy until it was too late; I didn’t move my legs when I changed position so they were still wrapped around him with only my heels touching the bed.

The strength of this man is astonishing to say the least. He remained on his knees and fucked me. Thrust after thrust hitting my sensitive cervix every time. I remember feeling myself as I was trying to squeeze him out and then a gush of wetness followed by my walls pulsating and quivering around him. I remember feeling so overwhelmed and no idea why or how. I could feel tears form and fall down my face so I buried my face in his neck as I moaned through my release quickly followed by his. Warmth spread through my center as he continued to thrust until he stilled.

We were both still and panting. My face was still buried in his neck and arms wrapped around him for dear life. I don’t understand what I was feeling. I just knew I was so emotionally overwhelmed. I have never felt like this before. I was shuddering which I think worried him since it wasn’t a sexy shudder because I’m pretty sure he would have felt those elsewhere.

Steven started rubbing my back in circles. “Are you ok? Did I hurt you?” I immediately look him and shake my head, “No, no, no. You didn’t do anything wrong, Baby.” I’m sure my eyes are red and I’ve tears flowing down still, and then I fucking sniffle. It was so humiliating. I still don’t know what the fuck that was. I grin out of embarrassment and wiped my face off with the back of my head as I’m trying to avoid his gaze. I can see he wanted more information but I don’t have anymore. Licking my lips as my mouth suddenly feels dry, I try to scoot off of him be he won’t let me.

“Y/N,” Steven began and cupped my cheek as he wiped away my tears with his thumb . It makes me feel warm, safe, and cared for. I closed my eyes and leaned into his hand with a small smile. I finally stopped crying.

I admit I wish I could stay there in that moment forever. I’ve never felt this way after sex let alone really with someone. I opened my eyes as I recall it sounded like he was going to say more but hasn’t. The way he is looking at me is beautiful and strange. He pushed my hair back across my scalp and his hand stayed at my neck. He leaned down and kissed me with so much emotion that I started crying again.

I feel so humiliated. “I’m sorry, Steven. I don’t—I don’t know what’s wrong. I’m not sad. I promise. Everything was amazing.” I instantly regret saying that and kick myself mentally because I’ve never had a good outcome of saying anything that positive to a male sex partner.

Steve smiled and chuckled, “Good to hear, Love.” He pecked me on the lips and I melt as I hear him call me ‘Love’ again. I just smiled and he shifted forward and laid me on the bed, slipping out of me and the mess begins to leak out but I’m too tired to deal with it. I gotta do laundry anyway. He just looked at me and smiled as he got up then headed to the bathroom. The faucet is turned on and I hear a cabinet close.

My brain started to panic. I’m high in cock and sex; I become slightly paranoid, so sad. I didn’t know I was like that but maybe it’s all those overwhelming emotions that are making me worried.

He has memorized my loft? How long was I unconscious earlier? Shit. I remember eyeing my wardrobe and then looked at the floor wondering if he went through my stuff. I mean I am happy to share all my fun toys and such but now I’m slightly worried. Can sex cause brain damage?

I cannot believe I seriously wondered that. No! Sex does not cause brain damage. 🤦

Anyway, Steven came back with a warm, wet washcloth and helped me clean up, and then cleaned up himself as well. Never had a partner do that. Huh? We got settled under my comforter and cuddled. We also fell asleep. Ok, I did. I don’t know if he did. I hope I didn’t snore.

😮

Oh my god! I’m in love with Steven Grant.

[captn1999]

aliEn T Voicelines

First Encounter: Hi hi, I'm here. I'm aliEn T, a peace-loving visitor from outer space.

Suitcase Climate: Increasing humidity and decreasing visibility detected. My friend, what's happening? You have to tell me about this please.

To the Future: I don't think you should worry about the future, as long as our plan is going to work...

Idle: WHEN! DO! YOU! GET! ME! BACK! I'm so done with it, and I'm telling you, you blue jelly feather birdy tail, screw your nebula office process... I'M DONE WITH IT!

Greetings: ...Oh, hey! My dear friend!

Morning: Another morning, and the night follows it. That's the reason why trees and grass grow. Said to me a lady in a gown.

Bond: Morning: Today you are 27 minutes and 35 seconds later than usual. Oh it's okay my dear friend, you do need more sleep.

Night: It's detected that, people at this time of the day are having their most intense emotional fluctuations. Thus it's extremely difficult to verify the authenticity of their statements.

Bond: Night: The data I've collected shows that some people will turn into werewolves because of the full moon... What do you mean "they are into flying objects"... a flying object, like me?!

Hat and Hair: Metal, plastic, or other materials, it doesn't matter.

Sleeves and Hands: Cow... Cow?! What cow?! This is not a cow... My dear friend, this is... this is the DUU-DUU-BELL-BOO that lives on the back side of the atmosphere! That's... Yes, that's what it's called!

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Hobby: If you have any clue about dispelling the effect of the "shrink and imprison" incantation, please tell me... No, not for me, I have a friend who...

Praise: Being such an erudite, do you also have some missions?

Intimacy: May I come with you next time you go out? I just... want to hang out.

Chitchat Ⅰ: What Susie said to her husband was the opposite to the reality. It is called lying, a skill that mastered by many creatures. It is troublesome, yet convenient.

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Monologue: ...These emotional words, I shouldn't have told anybody. But I have family, I miss them too. How long haven't I seen them? T-9910.2 and C-00138,I can barely remember the color of their outboard window's coating.

Deployment: Who knew an investigator will need to do such a thing.

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Select Incantation Ⅰ: Oh, hey!

Select Incantation Ⅱ: All set...

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Cast Arcane Skill Ⅰ: Data collecting ... complete.

Cast Arcane Skill Ⅰ: Self-defense!

Cast Arcane Skill Ⅱ: Hehe! Poor Earth creatures!

Cast Arcane Skill Ⅱ: You dumb! Fool! Stinky socks!

Summon Ultimate: My friend! Dance together with DUU-DUU-BELL-BOO!

Incoming Ⅰ: How dare you!

Incoming Ⅱ: It's useless!

Battle Victory: That's a lot of data. I have full confidence in the future.

Insight: Thank you so much, my dear human friend. Thinking about the future, I'm really sorry.

[hellfireslut]

Unwind and Relax - part 2

Eddie Munson x fem!oc x wheeler!oc

song listened to while writing this :

warnings : she/her pronouns, light smut hehe, mention of virginity, i think that’s all

part 1

btw i was extremely stoned writing this .. ignore the errors.

Eddie’s Trailer

A few days had past since Eddie had admitted his feelings to Stephanie. She was nervous because things had slightly changed since that day. She noticed Eddie became progressively touchy throughout the days following his confession. His libido had been rapidly increasing. He was always an extremely horny guy but Stephanie had never seen this side of him.

Eddie looked over to her as she was focused on the horror film displayed on his TV. His leather clad arm brushed up against her bare skin. It sent shivers down her back. Stephanie subtly moved towards the farther end of the couch. He turned his head away looking at the television. Eddie let out an aspirated sigh, slightly scratching the back of his head. The movie had came to and end as the credits rolled in. Stephanie got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen, grabbing a beer out of the fridge.

“Hey, can you grab me one too?” Eddie asked.

Stephanie reached back into the fridge pulling out another bottle. She shut the fridge as she walked towards the couch, placing the beer into Eddie’s lap.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Eddie’s deep growl in his voice escorted the butterflies back into her stomach. “Sweetheart”. His pet name for her. Her heart was palpitating at the sound of the words that left his rouge soft lips. Eddie had been taking all the action so far. Stephanie felt a lump grow in her throat as he raised his arms up to stretch. The cotton t-shirt rose up slightly to reveal the lowest part of his torso. A small line of hair led down to his groin. Eddie turned his head noticing Stephanie staring. She could start to drool if she looked any longer.

“Princess, my eyes are up here.”

“Princess”. Every nickname he addressed her as made the wetness between her plush panties turn into a pool for him. She couldn’t handle it anymore. Stephanie moved from the position she was sitting in, lifting her leg. She wrapped it around his lap, setting the other leg on the opposite side. She set hands upon his leather covered shoulders. She began to straddle his lap. Eddie’s hands gripped firmly around her waist. She wiggled her his around his lap as she grew more aroused. Eddie slide his metal ring veiled hand down her shorts, as well as her panties. He slide his hand across her vagina. He let out a soft chuckle looking into her eyes.

“Is my girl soaking right through her little pink panties?” He teased her.

“Eddie please, I need you.”

“Someone’s greedy, but you know we can’t .” Eddie hadn’t been with anyone before. He had only kissed one other person, Chrissy Cunningham in the 5th grade. He didn’t want his lack of experience to ruin Stephanie’s first time.

“Eddie I’m telling you right now, I need you inside of me. You don’t know how much I’ve wanted this.” She was right. He didn’t know how many nights she spent thinking about this moment. Melting in his hands as he controlled her. Screaming out his name as rammed into her.

With his hand on her waist her lifted her off of his lap, placing her next to him. Stephanie pouted pushing out her bottom lip and fluttering her eyelashes slowing to convince him.

“Steph, babe we can’t, you know what I already told you about. Not until I know we’re both ready.”

“Baby, I am ready,” she said grasping onto his bicep. “I need you so badly.”

“Right princess, but I’m not ready.”. That’s when it hit her. Eddie Munson was a virgin. Untouched by anyone other than himself. Stephanie rubbed her hand up and down his face finally lifting his chin up to make him look into her amber eyes. He looked at her embarrassed. Afraid she had figured out his secret.

“Eddie, are you… a virgin?”. He let out a breathy laugh then sighing. His eyes began to close slightly looking the other way. Stephanie pushed his head to face her once again.

“Come on, just tell me I won’t judge.”

“It’s not like I haven’t wanted to Wheeler, but I mean look at me.”. For someone who was constantly looked at as a “freak” or “outcast”, Eddie was extremely gentle with the people he cared about.

“Oh, Eddie why didn’t you just tell me! I didn’t mean to force myself on you.” Stephanie ran her hands through his soft brown curls. A smile rose upon his cheeks as they turned a flush red.

“I actually quite enjoyed it, I just didn’t want it to go all the way.” He grabbed her hand slowing rubbing his thumb across her knuckles.

“Well, I’m always ready when you are.” She winked at him in a sultry manner. His face turned bright beet red.

“Stephanie Wheeler, you are one nasty woman.”

“Only for you.”

A/N: bro exams have been kicking my ass. sorry for not writing but i’m trying to get to all the requests but also write this story. please send in more requests for stranger things or any show. mainly eddie promos though 🤟

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

FreFo/FuFo Heist Planning: Volume #3

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*Maya, Leona and Kuripa sit casually at the counter of the cafe, reading manga and exchanging opinions quietly.

Wow, this is probably the most passive I’ve seen you Kuripa. At least for a while.

Oh, hey boss. Is it time?

Yeah, it’s time. Let’s get going.

Got it!

Right!

Yeah!

*They all put down their books and follow Makoto down the hidden staircase.

Good. We’re all here. We’re ready to start.

Yeah. You guys are done checking in with Makoto and Akeru’s findings, yeah?

Yeah...and it turns out...

What Emilia’s planning is just as bad as we thought it would be.

If not...even more so.

*sigh* Great! Just great!

What’s the sitch?

Leona? Get the projector.

A please would be nice.

...Get the projector please...

*Leona complies and as per usual, Oliver sits at the desk and shows the statistics on his computer.

It turns out that Emilia’s plan heavily ties back into Kerokuma, the same robot that she used as an umpire for the Freedom Academy Killing Game, and the same model she used to murder Tamashiro and the Police Commissioner.

Like I said before, she’s praising Kerokuma as counter to Monokuma, and claims it’s programming is a defense mechanism to ensure safety for the public.

That’s a lie. It’s literally Monokuma again, but with a new coat of paint.

The only legitimate difference between the two, is that Monokuma is designed to destroy whatever it sees, while Kerokuma is designed for domination and to oppress and kill specific targets.

Keh...

So...what does Emilia plan to do with these little frogs?

It would take a bit to explain, but luckily for us, Komaru and Toko’s daughter happened to swipe a copy of the demonstration video that Emilia showed the board meeting.

Hehe~

I’ll play it.

 *Oliver changes the screen. Everyone watches Emilia’s demonstration.

And here I thought that Feng couldn’t get any more sick and twisted.

You’re a fool if you think my mom can’t find a way to get EVEN MORE sick and twisted. She always will.

To sum up, Feng’s rolling out something called “The Kerokuma Initiative.” 

Unfortunately for us, this video only summarizes the basics of the plan.

The lack of information we have is worrisome, but what we DO know is that Emilia Feng wishes to “remove the human element” from law enforcement and public security.

We also know for certain now that she’s partnered with Zetsubou. One of the people who was in that meeting was a prominent member of the Organization, Akira Tsuchiya.

So we’ve got him to deal with. Say, how dangerous is he in comparison to all the other members of OZ?

If you want me to be completely honest Maya, he’s probably the MOST dangerous that we know of.

He’s not kidding. A short while ago, Future Foundation’s strongest facility was on an archipelago called Jabberwock Island. 

Tsuchiya hacked into an FF satellite and caused it to come crashing down onto the island. The impact destroyed the entire thing. Hundreds of tech and weaponry owned by the Foundation were obliterated, important facilities were demolished, and everyone who lived on the island lost their homes.

Jesus Christ...

Of all people, it had to be this guy...

It will be exceedingly difficult for us to complete these heists underneath Tsuchiya’s radar, but we do have an out for him.

What’s that?

*sigh* We can take advantage of his recalcitrant personality, and we may just be able to convince him not to rat us out to Organization Zetsubou.

Wait, you’re gonna ask him nicely not to capture you? How the hell does that work.

If I may be extremely blunt here...Tsuchiya is a mind-fucker.

He lives with an innate desire to upset, hurt, and cause despair for literally anyone...even his own allies.

He and his partner, Narumi Osone, have betrayed the Organization on multiple occasions, to suit their own agenda. They’ve always complied with their instructions and stayed within their lines, but neither of them are above ruining their own group’s plans for their own agenda.

He literally sounds like a 12 year old playing COD if they were given an actual gun.

Dude, that’s what I said!

Bro!

Not now you two...

I agree with Byakuya. Toko and I have encountered Narumi Osone before. If Tsuchiya is anything like his partner, getting a read on him is going to be hella tricky.

I can’t guarantee Byakuya’s plan of convincing him will work, but it’s our last shot should he catch on.

Going back to the main topic, do you guys know if Zetsubou do other work with Fang Inc?

After we first found out about collaboration between the two, we did a lot of research. It’s a give and take relationship between the two, with Feng supplying Shirogane with weapons, and Shirogane and her team helping her develop new one’s.

Like what?

Nasty shit, like autonomous weapons, targeting algorithms...the like.

Zetsubou may be our best shot at filling in the blanks on Emilia’s secret project, but on that front, we have good news and bad news.

Which is what?

Well, the good news is that we were able to track down which Fang Inc. HQ Emilia lent for Tsuchiya and Zetsubou, so we know where to go for the big heist.

The BAD news is that the security of said building is notoriously difficult to crack. But we do have a plan.

We’re all ears.

Fortunately, the security for the building is so advanced, a solid 30% of the establishments structure is it’s mainframe. Big enough to that people like engineers, and inspectors and the like can fit inside it to constantly check it out.

If we find a way into the building, we can send one or two people into the mainframe and destroy it’s central components, to take out the security of the building.

Ok, and what’s the catch?

The catch is that the system is so big, so vast and so hard to navigate, we aren’t going to be shutting anything down without knowing how it all works.

We’ll need instructions, and preferably a map too.

Right. And how do we get that?

There is a place that could potentially hold what we need. A warehouse down by the docks.

Fang Inc. recently rented out one of the warehouses, but we haven’t seen anyone go in or out since they did. It seemed like a pointless endeavor, so we investigated it. We do think they’re hiding something there.

Then that will be the first place we check.

I have an idea. Why don’t you leave this mission to us?

You Future Foundation guys wanna take this one?

I imagine it’s not too dissimilar to fighting Fang Inc, but we’ve had our fair share of dealings with Zetsubou before. 

Besides, I was thinking of going fishing anyway.

Kyoko, is now really the time?

Better than doing nothing.

Alright that settles it. Our next step will have you guys break into warehouse and find the schematics for the building. I’ll shoot you guys the location.

If anything goes south, send us a call, and we’ll come running to the rescue.

Then we’ll have our fun breaking into Zetsubou’s base. I like the sound of that!

[canonfeminine]

　　HERE'S YOUR COFFEE.. AND MY NUMBER

☕ . . . Barista! Leo Valdez x Customer! Reader.

in which: Leo has a favorite customer, and it's most definitely you.

authors note: I don't have much to say for this one LOL. I'm writing this right after I post my poll to see what fic you guys would like from me so this is one of the options ! also I like to think that the store Leo works at is a mom and pop shop and the parents who run the place love Leo and gave him the job as soon as the place opened 🤭

warnings: literally none

Was it wrong for Leo to have a favorite?

He didn't think so. I mean, It's not like it was obvious. His job was to make caffeine drinks for teenagers, college students, and thirty year old women with two kids. Who would know (or care) that he liked one customer more than another. As long as the quality wasn't getting worse for one customer and way better for a second one.. Why do they care?

When Leo says they, he means his coworkers. He might have talked about one customer a little too much (and how pretty they were) and one day, the people who worked around him were like: "Wait.. do you have a crush on one of the customers?"

Which Leo responded with: "Uhm.. No?" (He's rubbing the back of his neck and blushing like crazy. He also sucks at lying)

So ever since that day, Leo's wonderful peers have been his wingmen and wingwoman. Every time they'd have a break, the people on the job would go into the back and talk about ways Leo could smoothly give you his number. At first, the meetings were really embarrassing. They'd often joke around about how Leo had a crush on somebody who he only saw for a good few minutes a day, but as it went on for longer, they would actually give some good advice.

So Leo, taking all the advice he'd learned from his fellow people's, decided to shoot his shot. And he didn't just pick a random day, no, he might have checked the weather for the week and picked the coldest day because, lets be honest, who doesn't want a hot drink on a cold day?

The day you came into the shop was definitely cold, but that didn't stop you from wearing something cute. As soon as one of Leo's coworkers saw you, she basically pushed Leo to the front desk without saying a word. "What in the world are you—" he stopped talking when he saw you walking up to the front desk. "Well, look who it is." He smirked.

"Hi, Leo." You smiled back, glancing at his name tag and back at him. Not that you had forgotten his name, but it was hard to remember stuff when you were around him. "Can I get a [insert usually order] please?" you asked.

"And will that be a to-go order?"

"Unfortunately, yes. I have a job interview in like.. " You turned your phone on to check the time. "thirty minutes? and I can't be low on energy. I'm trying to get the job, not lose it. "

Leo laughed. "I bet either way you'd get it." If his eyes could form hearts, it would. you were so, so pretty.

[ little time skip hehe ]

It didn't take that long for you drink to come to you (mostly because Leo was high on energy and was making it for you) But before he gave you the drink, he wrote a little something on the side of your cup.

"I'm going to be very honest, you're cute. I'm going to put my number below this just in case you think i'm cute too." He signed the letter with his name and a little red heart that he used a red sharpie to make.

"Here's your drink." Leo handed the coffee cup to you, purposely giving it to you in a way so that your hands could slightly touch. "Thank youu." You said, smiling. "See you next time I come in?" You asked.

"See you next time." He shoot you a pair of finger guns (which was extremely nerd & cute thing for him to do.) "Good luck on your job interview!" he said before you walked out the door. He wasn't happy that you had to leave, but at least you leaving meant his heart wouldn't beat so fast. The only this that he could hope was that you saw his note on the side of your coffee cup.

[allisonlol]

hello ^ • ^ I recently discovered your blog and I absolutely love you content, please never stop! 🥺💞 I was wondering if you could do tecchou, chuuya and dazai with an S.O (just tecchou if that's too many hehe) who disassociates/zones out a lot~

a/n: sure thing honey >.< tysm for the compliment !! i spend 80% of my day just zoning out so this is certainly relatable...

(Chuuya, Tecchou, Dazai) With a S/O That Zones Out a Lot

Chuuya

it concerns him ngl

understands that it's a normal thing that everyone does but...you do it SO OFTEN

wonders if it's a health condition, but you inform him that it's not and you're simply just spacey

whenever he notices you staring off at nothing, he'll wave a hand in front of ur face and ask if you're ok

it scares him sometimes because he'll approach you and you'll just be ominously staring at something over his shoulder 😟

mf turns around SO FAST thinking there's an intruder behind him but...it's just a wall

if you happen to zone out in public, chuuya will give your hand a gentle tug to snap you out of it

will softly ask if you need to sit down or want some water while you reassure him that you're fine

worries that it might happen to you during a dangerous situation and put your life at risk

you have to explain that it only really happens when you're calm or relaxed, and only then does he start to associate it with you being in a more positive mood

Tecchou

honestly?

he's not phased by it lol

this is a man who watched an ant colony for eight hours so...he's pretty used to the concept of getting tunnel vision & focusing on something for awhile

tends to assume that's what you're doing whenever you zone out

will sit in silence with you while you stare at some random object across the room

jouno has definitely walked in during one of these times and asked if you guys were practicing some weird ritual 🧍🏻‍♀️

tecchou won't try to make you snap out of it or anything since he thinks you're "focusing"

...it's ok for him to be clueless since he's so cute

he is so patient about it too 🥺

will sit next to you and wait quietly for however long you may need to come back to reality 

slips his hand into yours & might even rest his head against your shoulder depending on how long it takes 

sometimes tecchou might even look around the room to find the thing that you’re staring at so he can focus on it too 😭

Dazai

he’s no stranger to disassociating, as we all know

there’s been many occasions when the both of you have zoned out at the same time

it scares the rest of the ADA because of how uncannily quiet it becomes 🤨

dazai finds it absolutely adorable whenever you space out 

“that spot on the wall you’re staring at sure is interesting, huh…☺️”

will watch you with a smile for a few seconds before gently tapping you on the shoulder so you come back to attention

says something along the lines of “you there, darling?” to check if you’re okay

he doesn’t ask you too many questions about it since he understands how it feels 

definitely will tease you if you zone out during a meeting or something and miss important information

you’ll ask him “what’d i miss?” and he’ll give a whole speech on how it’s confidential and he can’t tell you now since you didn’t bother to pay attention 🙄

(little did you know, you didn’t even miss anything to begin with...)

all teasing aside, he will get the slightest bit concerned if it’s happening extremely often

especially in public

luckily, he is always there to squeeze your hand and give you a quick kiss on the cheek to bring you back down to earth

[pure-kirarin]

My dear princess that I love with my entire heart, let me give you a situation :

How would OP characters react if they did something embarrassing but they spot their s/o in the corner of their eyes trying (but falling) to hide how cute they think it is ? (Hope my question was clear 😂)

Love you babe 💕

My angeel whom i love with my entire being hehe. Let's imagine what OP characters would do in such a situation!

-Getting caught by their S/O while doing something embarrassing

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Law :

- What kind of embarrassing things could Trafalgar Law possibly do? I can think of a few things, as the surgeon of Death has the ability to make even the least embarrassing and normal of things feel awkward for him.

-Let's say you caught him humming while working, or pour sugar into his morning coffee. These things could be "normal" to anyone that doesn't have Law's sense of embarrasment. He has to maintain his "serious" demeanour after all.

-What? Trafalgar Law pours sugar in his coffee? How sacrilegious! Humming while taking a bath? Someone kill him before anybody sees/hears this.

-At first he will be at his ease, thinking that nobody is around, but then, he spots you looking at him.

-His first thought is "fuck." His mind is blurred by one hundred plan of how to get out of this embarrassing situation.

-He would feel a bit humiliated that you think it's cute. Probably push his hat further on his head to hide.

-Turns away and pretends that nothing has happened. Would be awkward for the rest of the day but continue acting as if nothing has happened. He will be extra careful next time he engages in some "Not-so-Trafalgar-Law-Actions"

Sabo

-Dudes and dudettes, I present to you the king of embarrassing situations and perfectly owning them!

-It's right, Sabo is the kind of guys that has such charisma that he could get out of any embarrassing situation.

-So what? He waved at you and noticed that you were waving at someone behind him? He'd proudly pretend that he is adjusting his hat or running a hand in his hair.

-What about him trying a dish that's too spicy and turning as red as a tomato? Wouldn't that be embarrassing for Revolutionary Sabo, to be a man that can"t even handle a little bit of spice?

-But don't worry. He can of course get out of any situations with grace, and he would untie his cravat and stick out his tongue and say something along the lines of "Oops, this one might be too spicy for me"

-And a wink.

-And you'd die in a puddle of your own drool.

-He would play anything off cool. If he notices that you saw him do something stupid, he'd just scratch his neck and laugh it off. No biggie! It could even be a nice conversation starter.

Koby

-Someone please PLEASE end him.

-Instant panikk

-Wishes he didn’t wake up and wasn’t born all at once.

-What if he drinks too fast and it comes out of his nose? He would have the cutest disappointment face. And you’d just melt at how cute he looks with a pouty face.

-The moment he notices you looking at him, he turns red. I wonder if he would hyperventilate.

-He would feel extremely embarrassed that you saw him lacking elegance. His heart would be pounding so fast.

-However, when he notices that you are just as distabilized as he is, he would gain back confidence and probably laugh it off as well.

-”I drank too fast I think!” He would say with a sorry face while nervously scratching the back of his head.

-”But it was so cute!” You think out loud. And it would lead to some romantic situation, such as him saying “Not at all, you are the cute one after all.”

-A daring and successful comback for our little Koby!

Ace:

-Pretends nothing happened but fails to do so.

-Tries to act cool but actually looks dumb and awkward.

-When he noticed that you have seen him he doesn’t get shy or anything but starts laughing.

-He thinks that you’re gently teasing him so he probably would try to get back at you by tickling you to tears.

-Till you literally beg for him to let you go <3

-Corazon:

-Just give up. His whole existence is an embarrassant moment.

-Doflamingo:

-Embarrasment? Who is she? This man knows no shame. He owns it and slays like a king.