#fluffier than cotton candy

[needylittlegirl]

so glad dexter dragon was my first jellycat hesso cool i love this guy

[assortedfruitsnacks212]

Bileven & Eddissy for ship bingo :)

Bileven:

Eddissy:

[m-ayo-o]

Hi idk if you’re taking requests🥺🥺 but I was thinking Megumi was a shy little girlfriend who when they have sex for the first time he can’t believe how submissive she is and all the dirty words that come out of her mouth🩷🩷

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REQUESTS ARE STILL CLOSED : written in the past! 🍒 smut, reader's first time ! everybody 18+ 💕 valentine's

You're his sweet girl. His shy girl. His princess. His world.

You always float about the place like you're lighter than air, sweeter and fluffier than cotton candy. Your lips press wispy kisses to his skin that leave red blossoms covering his cheeks.

The tone in your voice is so innocent and pure.

You're an angel.

So why do you sound like this when he kisses you?

He kissed you suddenly, passionately, taking things further than you ever had before. Your hands laced behind his neck and into his hair, pulling him closer by his spiky black strands. And it felt wrong, like he was corrupting you, but he forced your mouth open with his tongue and heard you moan. It was a blissful sound. And soon enough, that became his addiction.

He strived to hear that sound again. His hands wandered over your body, straying under the hem of your dress and touching your thighs. His lips found your neck and you emmitted one more of those high pitched moans.

Again and again, you fueled him to keep going until you were naked.

He wasn't fully aware of how it happened.

But you were under him and he was amazed at how you were presenting your body to him; your legs spreading, inviting him in so willingly. He didn't even have to ask and you were doing everything he wanted.

He realised that his dreams were about to come true.

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"Harder, Megumi, harder-"

But he got more than he bargained for.

Your moaning, your hands on his chest, your soft lips kissing him. They were enough.

But when he got inside you and you started talking to him like that...

It drove him mad.

You watch his eyes dip up and down your body, finding your lips. He stares, watching the words form with a strained look on his face, as if he can't believe what he's hearing.

"More, more, Megumiii~~"

"Uh--"

But it's true. He sees your throat contract with each syllable and those sweet dirty words come from you.

"Fuck- keep that pretty mouth closed- 'f you want me to last-"

You clearly don't.

"'wanna- wanna feel your cum... I wanna feel it inside me- please?"

No, no, no not yet. He begs himself not to release but he nods, promising you that he will.

But he lasts much longer than he expects and only starts to feel his balls twitching when your mouth opens again.

You tell him you want him to fuck you like you're not a virgin.

"Oh- oh shit-" you watch his eyes roll back but he can't cum yet. His face contorts. He's thinking. Desperately reasoning with the animal inside him that wants to obey you without question.

But when he asks if you're sure and you beg for it, he gets you on your knees and fulfils your request like his life depends on it. He grunts and fucks you rough, reaching over your body to touch your clit. He guides you through your first time with his fingers, his lips, his whole body, till you're cumming and shaking together, panting and sighing with relief.

He can't believe his pretty girl asked him to do that. During her first time, no less.

He has a feeling that you're going to be quite a kinky girl, and he looks forward to taking your second and third time as well.

megumi | m.list

[satoruluvies]

ᯓ★ TO BE LOVED IS TO BE KNOWN — NANAMI KENTO ༉‧₊˚.

cw. fem!reader. fluffier than cotton candy clouds!

kento knows you. he knows how grumpy you can get in the morning. he also knows that you need your daily coffee and just how you like it, which is why he has two cups ready every morning without fail.

he knows how you become more cheery after he feeds you breakfast he made himself, although you stubbornly disagree.

he knows how you like your clothes— perfectly even without wrinkles; so don't be surprised when you find them neatly folded and arranged even though you could swear you threw them directly onto your bed after washing them.

he knows how uncomfortable you can get when public transport becomes a little too public so he takes it to himself to drive you everyday even after the numerous bouts of refusals you gave him. he also knows how secretly thankful you are for that.

he knows that you sometimes forget to eat lunch during your breaks so he makes sure to call or send a text to remind you. he would bring you lunch himself but that too, he knows you'd feel too apologetic about him taking time out of his own lunch break. he'd do it willingly though.

he knows when your day ends and just how much you love him waiting outside for you even after the whole speech you gave him about how you're a big girl and that you can find yourself home.

from the way you fiddle with your fingers and dig sharp nails into your palms when you're anxious to the way your smile reaches your eyes when you talk about something you're passionate in, he knows it all.

if to be loved is to be known, kento knows you even better than you know yourself.

[wooahaes]

svt- coming out as bisexual [maknae line]

pairing: non-idol!svt maknae line x fem!bisexual!reader

genre: some are angstier and lean toward hurt/comfort (mingyu + minghao), others are fluffier.

warnings: reader mentioned to have exes that aren't men (just women in seokmin's drabble, reader has dated both women and a non-binary person in seungkwan's). vague food mentions in mingyu's, minghao's, and vernon's drabbles (implied something fried in mingyu's due to the usage of cooking oil, mentions of tea in minghao's, vague dinner reference in vernon's). reader getting defensive in mingyu and minghao's drabbles. reader no longer speaks to her parents in mingyu's drabble due to biphobia from her parents. reader's ex in minghao's drabble is biphobic, but left ambiguous what he said to her. angry hao (not directed at reader). extremely casual coming out (seungkwan). joking reference to joshua beating up seungkwan if he didn't react well. reader being cheesy as fuck (vernon). questioning leading to realization (vernon). reader refers to herself as a bisexual mess. chan being kind of a mess (clueless but trying his best).

daisy's notes: happy pride! a continuation of these for the maknae line :) again, no taglist purely bc i don't know who will and won't be interested in this since it is a bit more exclusive.

lee seokmin

"if there's something you want to say, you can say it." seokmin's touch was feather-light as he cupped your cheeks. "i'm listening."

sometimes you wondered how you struck out with meeting seokmin, let alone dating him. he was one of the kindest souls you'd had the pleasure of knowing, let alone loving, and now was no different. tears brimmed your eyes as you replayed the past few minutes over and over in your head. you hadn't meant to come out like this. you wanted to have it be something more... official, in an odd way. something you had control over. but all it took was you ranting about one of your exes to seokmin for you to slip up and say that magic "she" that gave you away entirely.

seokmin hadn't meant to pry or force you out of the closet. but you saw the way he looked up, clearly caught up on that word. "she?" he'd said, soft enough that you thought it was just him musing aloud.

meanwhile, you swore all of the blood drained from your face right t hen and there. "i... uh..." you stammered out. every time you tried to come up with an excuse, the words seemed to dissipate on your tongue, melting away like cotton candy. you wanted to say something, anything. that it was a slip of the tongue. that he heard you correctly and, yes, one of your exes was a woman. that if he had a problem with it, you'd gather your belongings from around his apartment and leave right now.

that was what led to seokmin taking your face into his hands. he looked at you now with this softness in his eyes, ever so loving, and you were sure that he knew you were something other than straight. did you really have to say it? wasn't him knowing, even vaguely, enough? you averted your gaze, and seokmin dropped his hands from your cheeks down to your shoulders, slowly running down your arms until he met your hands.

"you don't have to," he said a moment later. "but if you want to, i'm listening."

you met his gaze. the words died on your tongue again. "you aren't mad i didn't tell you?"

he shook his head. "should i be?" he teased lightly, but dropped the tone when he saw the way you stiffened up over it. "sorry. it's not the time for jokes," he squeezed your hands. "if you don't want to say it, that's okay. whatever you are," he paused, "and whoever you are... i'll still love you. okay? i fell in love with you."

your face grew warmer at just how tender seokmin could be. "so it's really not a problem that i'm bisexual and just... didn't tell you? i mean, it's not like i don't take care of myself, so if you're worried that i'm not cle—"

"it's your identity," he firmly said, stopping you before you could spiral any further. "but... thank you for telling me," he leaned in to press a soft kiss against your forehead. "i love you."

you just smiled, a rosy warm feeling blossoming in your chest. "i love you, too, sunshine."

kim mingyu

"i was thinking..." mingyu was stretched out on your couch, listening to the clamor of pots and pans as you focused on making an elaborate dinner. "we've been dating for a while..."

"mhm?"

"and you've met my family..."

your stomach immediately dropped. oh no. even though you knew where this was going, you had to play dumb. maybe he'd catch your drift and go along with it. "uh-huh? well, kim, if this is a marriage proposal, i think we're still a little too early into a relationship for that—"

he didn't hesitate to ask. "when can i meet yours?"

shit. the spatula slipped from your grasp, clattering against the stove-top far too loudly for your liking. a glance over your shoulder was enough to tell you that mingyu had leaned up to look, watching you carefully. you waved him off, cleaning up where you'd splattered a little bit of oil onto the countertop with your clumsy action. it gave you a moment to think. people were sometimes weird about the fact you'd gone no-contact with your parents as soon as you could stand on your own two feet. a curt never, haha, sorry! would unfortunately never work. but...

"i... i don't think that's exactly gonna happen, mingyu." you didn't turn to look at him. the conversation would be easier if you didn't.

but you heard the sound of him getting up off of the couch, making his way over. "is there a reason?" he crossed his arms, leaning against the nearby counter. "or is it me?"

"it's not you," you didn't hesitate. the last thing you wanted him thinking was that you didn't like him. with a deep breath, you turned to face mingyu. "i don't talk to my parents anymore because they never accepted that i'm bisexual."

he said nothing at first, just staring at you as everything sank in. not that you blamed him: if someone unloaded all of that onto you, you'd probably need a couple minutes to process. all you heard from him was a soft "oh."

"is that going to be a problem?" you crossed your arms. "because if it is, you can leave my apartment right fucking now—"

he shook his head. "honey, i'd never have a problem with any of that," he said as calmly as he could, a steady stream in contrast to the way you were already starting to burn. "i won't bring it up again, though. i'm sorry."

you let out a long sigh, head dropping down for a minute. shit. you knew you had the tendency to get defensive too quickly over this shit. "sorry, mingyu—"

"don't," he said. "it's okay." he stepped closer to you. "i shouldn't have pushed. i think most people don't cut off contact from their parents unless they have a reason."

"no," you pressed a hand to his chest, "it's a fair question. i just..." with a heavy sigh, you shook your head. "i came out to them when i was a teenager, and they basically told me i was desperate for love. and once i could afford to live on my own... i cut contact." you met his gaze a moment later. "some people get weird about it and tell me that i should reach out because they're my parents, i wouldn't be here without them, but... it's not their decision."

he took your hand in his own, drawing it up so that he could kiss your knuckles. "it's not," he affirmed. "but... you're not desperate," mingyu said softly, "i know you know that, but you're just you. and i love you," he smiled, so giddy and in love with you as he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

you found yourself smiling as you pecked his cheek in return. "and i love you, silly," you giggled. "thank you, though. for understanding."

he stepped behind you once you turned back to the meal you were almost finished cooking, wrapping his arms around you. "it's my job," he chuckled. "but you're welcome. and if it means anything..." he shut his eyes, resting against you now. "my family loves you. and so do all of my friends," he giggled. "and so do your friends. so... i think you already have a better family now."

"i know." you smiled to yourself. you'd picked this family out for yourself, after all. but the reminder helped.

xu minghao

there were only so many situations that would lead to what you were dealing with now: minghao, face burning with anger, as he was forcibly dragged out of a restaurant by you. you hadn't let go of him at all, dragging him up the street despite the way he struggled against you once, then twice, before giving in. he was being irrational and he knew it, and you just needed to get him out of there before something bad happened.

"can you stop and tell me what just happened?!" he finally snapped at you, ripping his wrist from your grasp. "who was that and why was he disrespecting you?"

of course that was what he zeroed in on. not the fact your ex-boyfriend was right about to out you to minghao before you'd even ordered drinks, but the fact the guy was being a dick to you. not that it was a surprise: the guy had been disgusting toward you when you came out to him. of course he'd try to "warn" minghao about what he was getting into now.

"that," you said, "was my ex. and we're not having this conversation here."

minghao balled his fists, standing his ground. "he was being horrible to you. you should have let me shut him down. i'm your boyfriend," he said, "if you're scared to stand up for you, then let me do it for you. no one should treat you like that."

"which is why he's my ex," you pointed out. "i don't need you to fight my battles for me."

"that's not what i—"

you shook your head. "if you want to talk, we're going back to my place. i don't want to talk about it here."

that seemed to finally register with minghao, who had slowly been coming back down from that burst of anger. he looked around, realizing that, while the two of you weren't attracting attention, there were other people around. so he nodded, and took your hand as you guided him home. and he didn't let go: not on the taxi ride there, not in the elevator, and not until you needed to let yourself into your apartment.

you excused yourself to make yourself a cup of tea, offering to make him one as well. minghao accepted the offer before looking around your apartment. it'd been a bit since he'd made it over here again. he'd been busy, and most of the time, you were meeting him out or going to his place to hang out for cozy at-home dates.

soon enough, you'd settled down next to him. "i'm only going to explain this once," you said, "okay? i don't want to think about him too often, so..."

minghao immediately stopped you. "you don't have to tell me," he said, voice softer now. "i'm sorry. i shouldn't have snapped--"

you shook your head. "you're right, you shouldn't have, but i'm still going to tell you so you know." with a deep breath, you set down the cup of tea. "i'm bisexual. i figured it out during college. that," you vaguely nodded in a direction, "was my ex-boyfriend. i came out to him, and he said... some things," your voice was dripping with venom at even the vague memory, "and i ended it with him right then and there. so when we ran into him tonight, he was trying to warn you about my sexuality."

minghao grimaced. "that's not his place."

"which is why i dragged you out of there," you said. "before he could out me."

all at once, you saw the realization hit minghao like a truck. he hadn't considered that part of it all. his lips parted for a moment, and then he closed his mouth again, shaking his head. "i'm sorry," he said again, voice softer now. "i should have realized—"

you clasped your hand over his mouth, minghao's eyes widening in surprise. "don't. i don't want to think about it. you already apologized for getting angry, so let's just leave it at that. okay?"

he slowly nodded, pushing your hand away from his mouth. "thank you for trusting me with this, by the way," his voice was still soft, gentle enough to truly mean it. then he frowned. "i hate that he ruined our night now," he said. he'd been wanting to show you that restaurant for a while now. "you deserve better than that."

"i know," you reached forward, pinching his cheek lightly. "because i have you."

he met your gaze and smiled. "thank you," he giggled, hand resting over your own. "i'm glad i have you in my life, too."

boo seungkwan

"you know i've kissed girls, right?"

seungkwan shot up from where he'd been reclined on the couch, scrolling through social media. his phone clattered to the floor, and he turned to watch where you continued to idly work on a cross-stitch project. it was as if you hadn't said anything. but he heard you, right? you said something, right? should he say something in response...? he just sat there, watching you, hoping you'd give something up. after a moment, you glanced up from your project to see the way seungkwan was just staring at you, at a loss for words.

"well?" you set your project down, turning to face him. "jeez, dude, you kinda suck at this whole 'coming out' thing--"

wait, what? "you're...?"

"bisexual," you grinned at him, resting your head in one hand. "i've been trying to decide on the best way to come out to you for a while now. and... i dunno, one of my friends just said to tell you i've dated women before." for a moment, you paused. "and one non-binary person, actually. they were cool, even though it didn't last that long."

seungkwan still had no idea what the hell to say to this. he almost wished that this had been more emotional. he could deal with emotional, with holding you and telling you he loved you and accepted you no matter what. what he was struggling to deal with was how you seemed to be taking joy out of how at a loss for words he was right now.

"well?" you watched him, smiling that evil smile of yours. no wonder joshua and jeonghan had been so eager to introduce "a friend of theirs" to seungkwan forever ago. you fit right in with them. "should i have bought you a lemon square? or cuffed my jeans? or—"

seungkwan finally stood up, crossing the room. "you're so mean to me," he said, squishing your cheeks. "always teasing me..." then his gaze softened a little, although his voice never wavered from that playful tone, "is this really how you're coming out to me?"

it earned a delighted snort of joy from you. "do you have a problem with it?" even with your smushed face, you were hellbent on teasing him. "joshua said he'd come beat you up if you reacted badly."

seungkwan rolled his eyes, leaning down to kiss your lips before drawing back. "i love youuuu," he said, drawing the word out to tease you back. he drew his hand away from your face, watching the way you stretched your jaw a little now that you were free. "but if i'm being serious... then thank you for telling me," he said, voice growing softer. "i know you're enjoying teasing me, but i know this is a big step for you."

your smile fell for just a few seconds. seungkwan had seen through your bravado, and you mouthed a soft thanks. and then you returned to smiling, burning brighter than ever. "you live another day, my sweet boo."

he rolled his eyes, kissing your forehead. "i could take joshua," he said. "i could."

with a delighted giggle, you wrapped your arms around him, bringing him closer to you. "i know you could."

vernon chwe

"the moon's beautiful tonight," you mused aloud, holding onto vernon's arm. the two of you had opted for a walk by the river after dinner. "you know what else is beautiful?"

vernon looked over at you with a soft hum. he knew where you were going with this, but... if you wanted to be cheesy and romantic, then who was he to stop you? "who?"

"you," you giggled. and then you squeezed his arm. you had averted your gaze, chewing on your bottom lip for a moment as you suddenly seemed a little more distant from him. "and, uh... a lot of people, actually."

it earned a snort from him. "oh, yeah?" he turned to you, ready to tease you. "and who are these other guys?"

"not just guys, silly," you said, drifting from his side a little. "i think women are kinda hot, too. actually... everyone's just kind of hot and i think i'm just a big mess because of it."

vernon watched you curiously for a moment. he followed after you. "so... like... in what way?"

"i've been thinking a lot lately," you admitted. "and... i dunno. i think when i started googling quizzes to figure out my sexuality, that should have been a really big sign that i'm bisexual, y'know?" you glanced at him. "and... i dunno, i really wanted to tell you. so... i'm telling you."

vernon just slowly nodded along. "i see..."

you slowed to a stop. "i don't know why i'm bringing this up tonight. i just..." you rested a hand over your heart for a moment. "it's like i've had this big secret stuck inside of me for so long, and... you're the first person i want to tell because i know you won't react badly. because you've always been a really sweet guy, you know?"

the heat traveled to his face at that. this was your moment, and still you found it within yourself to compliment him. he just stood before you, unsure of what to say. should he wait until you were finished? he wanted to tell you that he loved you, that he'd always accept you, that he supported you. all the things you deserved to hear.

"i think that's why i've felt so safe exploring this part of myself, too." you reached forward, taking his hands in yours. "because i knew that if i am bisexual... then you'll be right there to support me. because you're you. and... i'm me." you met his gaze, a soft smile on your face. "and i'm bisexual and... i really, really like knowing that now. i'm just this big bisexual mess sometimes, but it's who i am, you know?"

he squeezed your hands tight for a moment. "i'm glad you feel safe with me," he said, voice soft. he leaned forward to kiss you gently. "so, uh. thanks for telling me," he chuckled. "sorry—i'm not good at this, am i?"

"you're perfect as you are, silly," you giggled. "but, uh, now you know why i get flustered whenever the pretty barista compliments me."

"nah," he pulled you forward, "i've known compliments fluster you. remember when we first started dating—"

immediately, you let out a groan. "don't remind me."

"you still get all cute when i call you pretty now," he chuckled, swaying with you. "but it's cool. you're my cute, bisexual mess of a girlfriend." he squeezed you a little tighter. "and i love you."

you snuggled into his embrace. "yeah, yeah..." you wrapped your arms around him. "i love you, too, you big dork."

lee chan

"sorry, you're what?"

you genuinely have no idea how to respond right now. you'd ended up blurting out the whole "hey, by the way, i'm bisexual!" thing to chan impulsively, and now... he was just staring at you, completely perplexed now. how were you supposed to answer this? by giving him a definition...? by asking what he didn't understand? hell, did he even hear you correctly?

"bisexual," you answered after a moment. "you know... like... i like more than just guys?"

"no, i—" he shook his head. "i get that. i just... i didn't hear you the first time." he nodded slowly. "so, um... how long have you known?"

you tapped your toes against the floor, suddenly growing more nervous. shit, was this going to be it for the two of you? maybe you should message your housemate to get the ice cream out now. "since i was... sixteen, i think?" you frowned a little. "i dunno. around sixteen. i just..." you took a deep breath. "it's weird to describe, i guess. there was a girl i was crushing on in high school. one day, she hugged me and it all just kinda clicked in my head, and... yeah." you shrugged. "i'm bisexual. is that a problem?"

immediately, he went wide eyed and shook his head. "no! no, no, no—it's not a problem at all!" he set aside his coffee cup. "i was just curious—genuinely! i mean, i didn't know if i should be supporting you questioning and figuring yourself out right now, or if you knew and i should just be supportive and happy for you, or—uh, i—"

something about how flustered you'd made him made you laugh. he grew quieter, cheeks rosy as he watched you giggle to yourself for a moment.

"it's not a problem," he reaffirmed one last time. "you're still you. you're still my girlfriend," he reached across the table, interlocking his fingers with your own. "and i love you. thank you for trusting me with this." he paused for a moment. "does anyone know?"

"my parents, for one," you said, counting off on your fingers. "a lot of my really close friends know. uh, your friend vernon knows, but that's because he somehow knows my ex-girlfriend and he just put two and two together when we started dating. and, uh, seungcheol—but that's because i told him forever ago before he ever introduced us. i'm, like, out, but it's not something i just go around saying, y'know?"

he nodded along. "okay. good to know." he ran his thumb over your knuckles. "i mean it, though. thank you for telling me." he paused once more, looking up at you. "can... can i ask you questions about it? or is that too much?"

something about the soft look in chan's eyes endeared you to him more than before. he seemed so shy now. a little clueless as to how to go forward, but he did seem like he genuinely cared. "questions like...?"

"how you knew," he said softly, "and if there's anything i can do to not mess this up with you. i've, um," his faced was flushed, "i don't think i've dated a bisexual before and i don't want to say accidentally something stupid that hurts you. i've, um—i've heard about people doing that, you know?"

"i think you're already overthinking it a little," you said softly. "just keep treating me like me, and if you do say something without thinking, we'll talk about it. okay?"

his shoulders slumped a little, whatever pressure he was putting himself under having been lifted. "right! right," he ran his thumb over your knuckles once more, face burning red now. "right. i... i'm sorry," he laughed nervously, meeting your gaze again after a moment. "i'm a mess."

"you're a cute mess," you giggled. you reached out, brushing a strand of hair back from his eyes. "but i am, too."

his eyes twinkled a little as he looked at you like you were his world. "a cuter mess," he said. "but... really. thank you for telling me and—and trusting me. i'm really glad you do."

[wulfgaang]

Beautiful (PG13)

pairing: hwang hyunjin x f!bodied muse rating: pg-13 genre: romance; pining; angst during the time skip wc: 1.7k warnings: minimally edited, artistic nudity mentioned, sensual touching, soft boy hyunjin being so in love he's absolutely floored at he got that lucky, ANGST BELOW THE TIME SKIP. Feel free to end the story before if you want something a little fluffier :3 a/n: well hey it's been a second! Here's my second fic, this time with the lovely Hyunjin! It's a little short one but that's ok with me :) for the third time, please be aware there's some angst in the time skip so if you aren't ready for it... feel free to end it before then ^^; I just couldn't help myself; i love pain :')

Inspiration. "You're beautiful... I know but... You were everything..."

Disclaimer. This is a work of fiction that does not intend to portray the true feelings, actions, nature and emotions of the Stray Kids members. Please not redistribute this piece of fiction in any form. Copyright @ wulfgaang / callsign-marlie (tumblr; 2024)

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Hyunjin was enraptured.

It was a different feeling than of the others he had before when he saw you like this. His brain was fuzzy and covered in cotton candy while his gaze slipped over every pore, stretch mark and mole on your skin. How soft it all looked, draped in the shimmering gossamer fabric that barely covered the shading of the peaks and valleys of your hips! You were a feast indeed.

Hyunjin saw you as effervescent; a star in the nighttime, glimmering and glowing, a constant flicker of ephemeral gorgeousness under his single bay window. The afternoon light had dimmed to dusk and left more shadows than he had originally started with. You were the perfect model as per usual, holding your expression at the same point for hours with just a giggled “I’m fine, my love, go back to work” whenever he came to give you sips of water or drop grapes into your mouth. He wished the juice that dribbled down your chin onto your chest stayed long enough for him to paint it.

A Cleopatrean idol, you are; a person worth every luxury, every greatness he could ever give. The way his heart soared for you at every glance, jumped at every touch, melted with the sound of your voice! Oh, he would have moved mountains if you asked him to just to ensure a frown never creased your lips. He would make sure that sweat never fell from your brow if he could help it, if you weren’t ever so stubborn to allow him the pleasure to serve your beck and call.

You were a salve on burns left behind by a world that didn’t care about him. That didn’t care about anyone other than itself. You gave him a soft place to land when life was too true to believe. You gave him comfort when pins and needles pricked under his eyes. You deserved to be memorialized over and over again as the subject of all grace, humility and rapture for everyone to witness. Mine. Aren’t you jealous? They’re mine, all mine, and all you can do is praise them as I do. Give your everything to them; you’ll see it too.

He was focused now, his eyebrows pinching slightly together with his stern gaze peaking over the top of the canvas. He memorized the trace of the curve of your hip and translated it to his paint. His brush moved the acrylic languidly, flicking at the ends to taper the lines to nothingness of shadow. He had been the epitome of a professional for each and every session, guiding your movements with a soft voice and gentle fingertips to make minor adjustments. The angle needed to be just where he wanted it; just where he wanted you.

He would ghost his paint covered fingers over the top of your skin, feeling the electrical shock of his touch bring the hairs of your arms to attention. Butterfly light touches of his lips to the spot under your jaw unlocked the hummingbird caged in his heart, the ghost of your breath like a memory from ages past; sweet and delicate. You smiled at him with sparkling eyes in the amber of sunset. Sunset.

“You must be exhausted, my muse,” Hyunjin murmured, kneeling against the side of your seat to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. You smiled and preened, the arch of your back high against the velveteen chaise lounge. “You’ve done so well for me today.”

You attempted to playfully press your face closer to his, but Hyunjin was fast to move backwards from you as a coy smile graced his lips. You pouted with furrowed brows. “I can’t even receive payment for all of my hard work, monsieur l’artiste?”

His eyes twinkled mischievously before he let his mouth crash to yours, the softness of flesh pulled a light moan from the bottom of his chest. Kissing you was sinful; the way he perfectly meshed with you felt like blasphemy. There was no way that whatever gods existed created someone so perfect, so lovely, and happened to place them right in his path to love and cherish forever. The way your hands carded through his hair was biblical. The way you moved against his chest required reconciliation. For what? He didn’t know. Forgive me Father, for I have sinned… He would rather be sent to hell than be one day apart from you a single moment.

As the air was pulled from his lungs, he broke the passionate connection to let his lips dance to the tip of your nose, tapping them to each of your eyelids, and finally, let them linger on the crest of your forehead. “A tip,” he muttered. “For making my most favorite model think she wasn’t even worth payment. Who do you think I am, a con?”

Your giggle was soft, a blush of heat draped across the bridge of your nose. He wished he didn’t call it quits already: it would have gone perfect with the warm color palette he had chosen for this scene. He would have to add it later in post editing. Hyunjin wondered if the more rosy tone was suited for the color palette or should he darken it to match the shadows of the background? But then again, the blue of the sky hit just a point- 

“You’re beautiful, Hyunjin.”

Your voice pulled him from his thoughts. He blinked owlishly. “Hm?”

“You’re beautiful,” you said again, moving the gauzed sheet from your lap to stand. Your bones and ligaments groaned for a moment as you unfurled from your position on the couch with a sigh. Your peaked nipples stood up against the cold while you languidly reached for the silk robe on the side table. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Hyunjin tsked quietly, his drying palette suddenly more interesting than the flames licking at his cheeks. “That, my love, is where you’ve got the whole picture backwards. You’re the beauty here.”

“I don’t think so,” you harped, slinking around the side of his easel to face him again. You pushed the palette down gently, your fingers stuck in the cold terracotta paste left behind. “You may paint the picture, sweetheart, but the audience are the ones to appreciate and interpret it, aren’t they?”

“I suppose, but-”

Your lips had found him this time as your sullied hands wrapped around his shoulders. Your chest was pressed to his, your hips rocking perfectly against his groin. His palette scattered to the floor while the excess paint Pollocked the draping sheet beneath his canvas. His hands didn’t know where to hold as you let your lips cascade lower and lower, down the throbbing pulse of his neck, to the tips of his collarbone and finally placing a harsh bruise over his heart.

He moaned.

“Let me show you what I see.”

3 years later… (Angst time)

Felix was enraptured.

The way the ring lights of the gallery bounced off of the texture of the oil paint of this particular piece fascinated him in the most peculiar way. He didn’t think that Hyunjin had the ability to make something so soft and fragile in his repertoire! From the details of the gauze over the model’s lap to the soft flick of charcoal at the inner corner of her glimmering eye left him speechless. Every stroke was cared for and thoughtfully placed; so unlike the rough textures of the charcoal his friend was so known for dabbling in. Each shadow had a highlight that balanced it. The composition of the woman’s figure was simply spectacular. He wondered how much time he devoted to this one; it was clearly the centerpiece of the exhibit.

“So?”

Felix jumped a moment at the velvet voice behind him. The man of the hour, Hwang Hyunjin himself, had crept up behind him silent as the graves themselves. His friend was dapper in a black suit and tie while his hair was slicked back, fringe airly framing his face. He looked the part of the artist well enough and if Felix didn’t know better, he would say he looked like he was having fun. The earthy smell of tobacco followed him, however: a telltale sign of the evening’s stress and his friend’s discomfort.

“This one in particular’s stunning,” Felix mused, turning back to the painting. “She would have loved it, seeing it up close like this.”

“I invited her. I texted her, but she never responded,” Hyunjin whispered. He paused, the champagne flute in his hands suddenly more interesting than his closest friend. “I would have thought she would have wanted to see them.”

Felix’s gaze ran around the wall of the gallery. Each painting held a familiar curve, a similar wave of femininity that would pass the common viewer’s eye if they didn’t focus closely enough. He knew that this gallery was for you; that Hyunjin’s work was for you. When you left him two years ago without a trace, the hole in his friend’s chest festered into a sinkhole of obsession. It was as if the more he drew you, the more he painted your moles, your scars, and your curves, that he might be able to summon you back from the depths that you ran to, like Orpheus singing to free Euridice. That you would be in his arms again and all would be right. He could stop worshiping for just a moment and finally celebrate that his heart was whole again.

But Felix knew better. You were in the arms of someone else now.

“The night’s still young, Jinnie, she may come still,” he responded, rapping Hyunjin on the shoulder. “Don’t give up hope just yet.”

“I never will, Felix,” Hyunjin said. He gazed up at the painting with tears on his lashes threatening to fall. “I can’t. I won’t. Not until she knows I’m still here for her. Wherever she is, wherever she goes… I’ll always be thinking about her. She’ll always be a part of me.”

Felix gave a sad smile and hugged his friend tight to his chest. “I’ll let you finish up here for the night then. Get home safe, lover boy. Call me in the morning and I’ll help you pack everything up with Chan.”

Hyunjin nodded dumbly. His eyes never left his painting. 

—-

Felix traipsed down the steps of the gallery, his phone pinging as soon as service was restored.

>> How’d it go?

He smiled softly as his thumbs tapped away at the glass screen. > You were everything, my love. Just everything.

[jahayla-parker]

freddy carter x wife!reader

okay so what if y/n just feels extreamly safe around freddy and he does these little thangs to make sure shes safe. like walking on the side of the road so shes not next to the cars, or pulling her behind him slightly when he sees someone of something and doesnt want to risk it

Ahhh yes I needed fluff to work on and add in my baby boy Freddy and I’m a super happy writer 💜

Safe In His Arms : Freddy Carter x Reader

Description: 2.7k wc, Freddy’s wife y/n loves the seemingly small ways her husband makes her feel safe, and the way she wants to spend her life in his arms.

Warnings: none really, maybe the reference of a guy staring but that’s all. Otherwise fluffier than cotton candy 💜🖤

Other: y/f/to = your favorite takeout (restaurant or food)

Y/n rested her head on Freddy’s shoulder as he chatted with his costars in the pub.

Freddy grinned down at her, his hand on her hip pulling her body closer despite her being right against him anyways.

Amita smirked at y/n across the table as Ben and Freddy kept talking.

Y/n smiled back at her before pressing a secret and soft kiss to his shoulder.

Freddy held up a finger to Ben to pause the conversation, turning in his seat to look at his wife with a wide smile.

“Doing alright my love?” He asked, his eyes scanning her for any signs of distress.

She nodded, kissing his lips briefly, neither one typically being big on PDA.

Freddy stroked her cheek with his thumb as he stared into her eyes, “promise?”

She giggled, wrapping her arms around him, “promise babe. I’m good here in your arms”.

He sighed quietly, pulling her back into his embrace and pressing a small kiss to her forehead.

“Go on, you were saying” Freddy reminded Ben, looking back at his friend.

Ben laughed and nodded, picking up where he left off.

“Honey” y/n said, looking over at her husband as he grabbed their drinks.

He smiled down at her but frowned as he saw the look in her eyes.

Freddy discarded the drinks on the table, his hands moving to her shoulder to pull her against his chest.

She snuggled into his arms, smiling faintly against his torso as she calmed her breathing.

“That’s it my love. Keep breathing” he encouraged, rubbing her arms.

Once she’d calmed down and he couldn’t see the worried look in her eyes, Freddy stepped back to look around.

“What caused this reaction, darling?” He asked, scanning the scene for the issue.

She sighed, wrapping her arms around herself for comfort even though it wasn’t the same as Freddy’s.

Even before they were married, she’d always felt safe and secure in his arms.

It didn’t matter what was going on around her, what she was dealing with, what potential threat was present, his strong arms being around her made her feel like she was in the world’s most secure vault while it was guarded by people who swore their life to protect its contents.

He was also always looking for ways to protect her, even from minor inconveniences or stressors.

Freddy knew his wife could handle herself if need be, but he didn’t want her to need to.

He took immense pride in helping her feel safe and comfortable wherever the couple went.

“Darling,” Freddy whispered gently, pulling her from her train of thought.

“That guy over there” she sighed, pointing to where some man was leaning against the wall eyeing some poor woman.

He frowned, and nodded, pulling the back of her shirt until he held her in his arms, “did he try anything?”.

She shook her head, rubbing his chest calmly with her hand, “no baby. I just… it was creepy”.

Freddy pursed his lips as he watched the man from across the room, his stare nearly as intense as Kaz’s.

“Sorry, it’s just…” she mumbled, playing with the wedding ring on her finger.

“Uh uh, you do not need to apologize for seeking me, love” he argued, squeezing her in his arms.

She chuckled and nodded; well, as much as she could given her head was squished against his chest.

“I’m serious, I need you to know you can always come to me” he replied, glaring once more across the room.

Y/n leaned back in his arms, his hands holding her from falling backwards, “I know Freddy”.

Freddy proudly grinned, “why don’t we get out of here darling?”

She nodded, moving to stand beside him.

Freddy intertwined their hands as he used his other hand to grab her bag and his coat.

He slid some cash from his wallet across the counter to the employee before following y/n outside.

He smiled to himself as she took a deep breath of fresh air and grinned while starting to walk down the street.

Freddy shook his head, tugging her hand to signal for her to stop.

She spun around and removed her hand from his as she crossed her arms over her chest, “I thought we were going home so I could have a nice night in with my husband”.

Freddy laughed at her pretend pout, placing his lips on hers until she smiled again.

He pulled back and took the jacket from his hand, delicately placing it around her.

Y/n watched him in awe at just how sweet he always managed to be.

“Love, come on” Freddy said, trying to move her arm into the sleeve, “a little help would be appreciated”.

She giggled and slid her arms into the sleeves of his coat as he secured the front to keep the breeze from hitting her.

“Thank you Freddy” she whispered, smiling at him.

He smirked, “no longer mad I slowed us down?”

She rolled her eyes, “I wasn’t mad”.

Freddy laughed, “I believe you complained that my brief pause was preventing you from enjoying your night with your husband”

“I said no such thing!” She scoffed, glaring at him, “I said a nice night in, Fredrick!”

Freddy raised an eyebrow in question as he stared at her.

“I have been enjoying a nice night with my husband, thank you” she tsked, “I simply stated I wanted to get home to enjoy a night IN as well”.

He laughed and shook his head as he listened carefully to her words in this silly argument.

“My apologies, but I’m sure your husband will understand” he smirked, grabbing her hand and kissing her ring finger.

“No because that’s what Nancy said”. y/n pointed out to Kit as they walked down the street.

Freddy internally groaned as he mentally tried to communicate with Kit without interrupting his wife’s conversation.

He kept tapping him and looking at the road but kit wasn’t paying attention.

He wanted to yell at Kit for taking the inner side of the sidewalk and having y/n stand on the side near the cars.

Normally he wouldn’t risk interrupting her catching up with his coworkers, especially since they loved her and had all become such close friends.

But he practically lunged forward when a car came too close to the curb for his comfort.

Freddy gave his wife and Kit a kind smile before he walked in front of her.

“Freddy, hun?” She asked slowly, giggling faintly.

Kit raised an eyebrow at him, “your not normally prone to jealousy Carter”.

It was true, Freddy had learned years ago how deep y/N’s love for him went and that was more than enough to trust her around anyone who might try to flirt with her.

So even if he would find himself envious of the other man in some way (such as the man having more success in his acting career, etc), he didn’t feel jealous of their presence around his wife; he knew how loved he was and how strong their shared bond was.

Freddy rolled his eyes, carefully grabbing y/N’s hand and guiding her to the other side of Kit, “there. As you were”.

Amita laughed loudly as Freddy returned to his position behind his wife and Kit.

Ben simply patted him on the back with a smug smile and nodded in approval.

Y/n glanced back and grinned at her husband before looking forward as she and Kit continued to catch up on his recent travels.

“I thought you were going to jump out of your skin for the last five minutes straight” Amita joked, putting her phone away, having caught the disgustingly sweet interaction on video.

Freddy shrugged, “it wasn’t safe for her to be by the road”.

“And if Kit switches back?” Ben teases loudly with the intent of Kit hearing.

Kit turns his head back enough to smirk at Freddy who groans and glances over at his beloved wife.

He gives her a sweet smile before looking back at Kit just as Kit turns his head back around to see where he’s walking.

“Then I will personally shove Kit out of the way and stand between her and the road myself” Freddy smirked.

Y/n giggles and shakes her head at him without turning around, the others look around at each other unsure if he’s joking or not.

“So wait, your agent actually-“ Freddy began but stopped as he noticed a strange man heading their way.

“Yeah, she said-“ y/n replied slowly , confused by his pause.

Freddy wrapped the hand he had on her back around her waist and moved her behind him, “save that thought love”.

Y/n watched him as he put his body between hers and the stranger she just noticed.

Freddy protectively eyed the man up and down as he neared them, “stay behind me please”.

Y/n hummed softly so he could relax a little knowing she would do as he asked.

The stranger all but ignored the couple as they passed, Freddy letting out a sigh of relief once he left.

“I’m safe Freddy” she assured him, leaning her head on his shoulder once she returned to his side.

He beamed down at her, kissing the top of her head, “good”.

“Freddy?!” Y/n exclaimed as she exited her meeting and saw her husband leaning against the wall outside the door.

He smiled shyly, shuffling his feet a bit as he looked up at her, “‘ello darling”.

“Is everything okay?” She asked, instantly stepping closer to him and resting her hands on his chest.

Freddy chuckled and nodded, “I just didn’t want you walking home alone, especially this late”.

Y/n smirked and looked out the window teasingly as the sun beamed into the room.

He blushed and shrugged, biting his lip anxiously, “okay, maybe I’m a little overprotective of you”.

Y/n sighed contentedly and tugged on his blazer’s sides to pull him closer.

She smiled widely at her husband, her eyes glimmering as she shook her head softly, “I love you”.

Freddy grinned and tipped his head down to gift her a grateful kiss, “I love you too y/n”.

She had these afternoon meetings for a whole week as her agent booked a big contract for her and they needed to go over the terms in detail.

And just as she had the first time, each time she stepped out of her meeting she came face to face with her handsome husband.

Freddy was always patiently waiting in the hall when her meeting ended.

He switched spots a few times, but never ceased to be present when she was done in order to walk home with her.

On the last day of meetings, she finalized the date and time for her shoot before she stepped out of the room.

Y/N’s eyes scanned the room, an unconscious frown forming from her disappointment when she didn’t see her husband in the hallway.

Soon she felt arms wrap around her waist, the feeling of his hands and the sense of safety that followed instantly giving his identity away.

“Did I tell you how radiant you looked today, my dear?” Freddy whispered into her ear as he held her back to his chest.

Y/n smiled and leaned her head back to gaze up at him lovingly, “you always do, gorgeous”.

Freddy kissed her nose, smiling as she giggled and lowered her head before spinning around in his arms to face him.

“What’re you ever going to do now that I’m done with the contract meetings?” She teased, straightening his dress shirt from the winkles her movement caused.

Freddy rolled his eyes playfully, holding her tightly in his arms, “not stress as much”.

She shook her head, “why were you stressing? With you as my husband, no one would be stupid enough to try to harm me”.

He grinned and bit his lip, moving one hand to stroke her face tenderly, “as much as I appreciate that, I’m only Kaz on TV”.

She rolled her eyes and softly hit his chest with an open hand, “Fredrick James Carter, love of my life, I married you. Not fictional Kaz. While you do play him flawlessly, and look breathtaking while doing so, I only want you. I only need your protection”.

Freddy’s face reddened deeply as he analyzed the sincere stare she was giving him, his lips curling up slightly, “I’m glad you want me, after all, Leigh could kill-“

Y/n gasped and smacked his chest again, “don’t you dare suggest that Mr. Carter!”

He laughed loudly, tucking her hair behind her ear as she glared lightly at him, “my sincere apology Mrs. Carter”.

She hummed and nodded firmly, “that’s what I thought”.

Freddy chuckled, pressing his lips to her forehead.

They stayed like that for a bit, just frozen in the moment.

When he pulled back and took her bag from her as he began to guide them home, she squeezed his hand and stopped.

Freddy turned to face her, confusion clearly written all over his features, “honey, are you okay?”

Y/n nodded, closing the distance between them and staring into his eyes, “I wasn’t lying Freddy”.

He pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows as he waited for a clue to what she was referencing.

“Whether you feel it’s true or not, I do” she explains, wrapping her arms around his torso.

“When I’m in your arms Freddy, it’s like nothing could hurt me” y/n whispered, smiling up at him.

Freddy broke into a wide grin, his dimples deepening as his cheeks flushed, “truly?”

She nodded, “ask Amita. The other day she was joking about you being protective and I told blurted out ‘I always feel safe in his arms’ ; to which she wouldn’t shut up about”.

Freddy beamed and pulled her to him, his arms around her as he rested his chin on her head, “I’ve genuinely never been more proud and honored, my love”.

Y/n snuggled into his chest and they stayed like that for a few minutes, her enjoying his steady embrace.

She pulled back and stretched her legs upwards to give him a delicate kiss to his smiling lips.

“Well, if I’m honest” Freddy murmured, gently lifting her left hand up to his mouth.

Y/n watched as he smiled wider while looking at her wedding ring before lifting his eyes to look into hers.

“It probably is about equal to you saying yes to marrying me” Freddy finished, pressing his lips tenderly on her ring finger.

She blushed and when he removed his lips from her finger, she moved her hand behind his head.

“It wasn’t even a decision. It was so simple” y/n told him, playing with his hair.

Freddy blushed darker, shaking his head slowly as he stared in disbelief at the love of his life.

“I’m glad you feel safe in my arms darling, because I love you being in them” he admitted, tugging her even closer with his arms he had hooked behind her waist.

Y/n gently pulled on his hair to have him lower his head while holding his gaze lovingly.

Freddy complied, hanging his head down mere millimeters from hers, “I always want to have you in my arms, y/n”.

She pressed her lips to his passionately, Freddy moving his with hers instantaneously; his arms of course steadily holding onto her.

“Then I think we have a deal because I always want to be in them, Freddy” she whispered as she stopped the kiss in need of air.

“The deal is the deal” Freddy joked, winking teasingly at her.

Y/n laughed loudly, making his smile grow more pronounced.

Freddy adjusted his arm to place it around her shoulder so he could hold her to his side instead; needing to be able to walk but not wanting to let her go.

He wasn’t sure he would ever easily let her go now that he knew that she felt safe in his arms.

“Let’s head home darling and we can cuddle while waiting for take out hmm?” Freddy offered as y/n slid her arm around his lower back.

“Y/f/to?” She inquired excitedly.

“Clearly” he smirked, “and the red blanket you love should be done drying”.

“What are we waiting for?” Y/n gushed, tightening her hold on him as she sped up.

“Nothing my dear, just know we’ve got a lifetime ahead of us” he chuckled, walking faster to keep up, “and I intend to have you in my arms for as much of it as possible”.

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[lady-morrigen]

Could I perhaps request Cassian Andor fluff with reader going through a particularly difficult bout of winter depression and him having the patience of a saint? Much love ❤️

Daylily

pairing: cassian andor x gn!reader (it was accidentally gn, so let me know if i missed anything)

a/n: so first, i'm sorry i take a million years to fill requests! idk what drew me to this one, but i guess because i'm army crawling towards the end of winter myself. i'm not sure if this is what you were going for, but my current work stress sorta worked its way in here... my apologies lol i can write something fluffier when i don't feel endless rage

rating: g

warnings: seasonal depression angst, job stress, brief mention of parental death (nothing graphic)

You’ve always hated it, the way the sun dropped beyond the horizon before you had a chance to feel it thaw the frozen contours of your face. It hardly seemed fair. A hint of a cotton candy sky peeking through the slats of the window over your bunk was as close as you came to seeing the sun all day. 

Day in and day out, you were surrounded by the damp, clay walls of the base, working yourself to the exhaustion to ensure data collected by the Rebellion’s Intelligence Officers was properly decoded. Lukewarm cups of caf and nutrition bars weren’t exactly a balanced or healthy diet, but they got you through more often than not. Each passing day, as your vitamin D stores depleted and the hunger pains grew stronger, your irritability wedged itself permanently at the front of your personality. 

When the doors of the tech bay slid open with a hiss, you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes. The man headed toward you was a particular thorn in your side, always one to meet your icy tone with an edge of his own, taunting you, pushing you, like a thumb to a bruise. Captain Andor had never met a spat he didn’t absolutely savor and you seemed to be the most recent object of his ire. 

He approached the desk, smug smile in place as he braced his arms on the top, crossing over the desktop, crowding your space to an annoying degree. With a huff, you sat down your data pad, steeling your gaze and facing him head-on.

“Captain Andor,” you said plainly, disdain evident in your tone. 

“Always so happy to see me, Lieutenant.” His smile didn’t quite meet his eyes. Truthfully, he looked just as exhausted as you felt. His brown eyes no longer held the sparkle, the hope that you were sure once shone in them.  

He could have been lovely once, you thought. Before the Empire crushed our spirits and the cold leeched out what little happiness we had left.

“What can I do for you, Captain?” 

Your already thin patience was waning, desperate to move the conversation along so you could get back to work. He tapped a finger against the screen of your data pad insistently. 

“Did you decrypt those Coruscant messages yet?” His lips set into a thin line, his features twisting into something much more serious, all traces of playfulness drained from his expression. 

You scrubbed a hand over your face, the feeling of being impossibly overwhelmed bubbled up in your chest, creeping up your throat and threatening to suffocate you. You fought back against the tears welling in your eyes. You knew well that Captain Andor wasn’t one to miss things like that, no matter how well controlled, and showing him any sign of weakness was out of the question. 

“Like I told you yesterday, Sir, we are very behind. It’s going to take me at least two more days.” 

You turned to the table behind you, taking a deep breath to regulate yourself, looking anywhere but at the disappointment on the face of the man behind you. When you turned to him again, his arms were crossed over his chest, and he was eyeing you quizzically, as if trying to figure out your deepest secret. A few silent moments passed when you suddenly realized he was waiting for you to continue.

“I’m sorry,” you started to speak, the sound breaking in your throat in traitorous defiance to your control. You felt your shoulders droop, the fight leaving your body in place of defeat. “I’m doing the best I can.”

The energy in the room changed then. Captain Andor’s body softened, his eyes held a kindness and understanding that hadn’t been there before. He looked almost sad for you, as if he could empathize with you. And you supposed maybe he could. 

“Hey,” he said, leaning forward once more. “How much of the key have you completed?”

“Captain Andor, I sai-” He held up a hand to cut you off. 

“I was only wondering if there was enough for me to try the decryption on my own. I want to help you.”

The look on your face must have been a comical mixture of confusion and shock because the corners of his eyes crinkled and he chuckled, throwing his mask of confidence back on and leaning into an elbow. 

“Don’t look so surprised.” In any other situation, the way he grinned at you would have made you weak in the knees. “I can be a nice guy when the situation calls for it. I am a spy, afterall.”

You nodded, dumbly, grabbing the data pad and bringing up the partially completed decryption key, handing it to him. 

“So far, this is all I could make out. If you could apply what we have to the messages, maybe we can get a headstart on figuring out what it all means.” 

His brows knit together in concentration as he poured over the symbols, picking up on the pattern, analyzing your skill. He moved around to the back of the console, pulling a stool up beside you and got to work. As you focused on a special project for General Draven, the two of you began to work in relative silence, punctuated every now and then by Captain Andor asking questions about specific sequential symbols.

It was comfortable, you thought, working with him like that. You never knew that he could be anything other than the ornery man you’ve always met, worn down by the weight of the responsibility resting on his shoulders. As if reading your mind, he spoke, pulling you out of your thoughts with a jolt. 

“You weren’t always like this,” he said. You whipped your head toward him, shooting him a glare as deadly as blaster fire. “When you first got here, I mean.”

“What exactly am I like?” You groused, setting down your data pad to face him fully. He shrugged noncommittally. 

“Stressed. Angry. Argumentative.”

You laughed, something humorless and cruel. How dare he?

“That’s rich coming from you, Captain Andor. This very well may be the first time we’ve spent more than two minutes in a room together and I haven’t wanted to rip your head off. If I’m any of those things, I am only mirroring your own temperament.”

For a long moment, he stared, his dark eyes flitting back and forth over your own, searching for… something. With a sigh, he relented. 

“You’re right.”

“I’m… what?” The fight drained from you all at once. You could tell he was sincere, and maybe even slightly remorseful. 

“You’re right. I am all of those things and I have been for a very long time. That’s why it bothers me to see them in you. I wanted better for you.” 

“What do you mean?”

“Before, you had kindness in your eyes. You believed in what we’re doing here. You knew it was something good. You had hope.” 

“I still believe in what we’re doing, I just…”

“Thought it would be easier than this? That we would have won by now? Me too.” 

He turned his attention back to his data pad and the weight of his words lay heavy between you. 

“Captain Andor, I’m so-”

“Cassian.”

“What?”

“That’s my name. ‘Captain Andor’ is so formal. You can call me Cassian.”

“Cassian Andor… it’s nice.” And it was nice. Knowing his full name made the miles of distance between you feel like feet. Made this intimidating man feel more like a tangible person. Someone you could grow to understand, maybe even like. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Go for it.”

“Why did Mothma decide to build a base on the coldest planet in the galaxy?” That earned you a chuckle, low and warm. 

“Hoth is the coldest planet in the galaxy. We’ll soon have a base there too. We’re headed there once we’re done here.”

“How convenient,” you rolled your eyes. “But you know what I mean. Is this not a better fit for the soulless many of the Empire? I swear, I can feel it leeching the happiness from my body the longer we stay here.”

“Is that what the problem is?” He looked at you, curiosity once again twisting his brow. “Where are you from?” 

“Alderaan. My father was a farmer.” 

“Was?”

“The Empire’s destruction extends far beyond Coruscant. They wanted to use our land to build a base and they were… unhappy with him when he refused. My older brother and I were able to escape, but just barely. My mother was a childhood friend of the Organas. They provided us with shelter and sent us to Mon Mothma when we refused to sit on our hands and watch the chaos unfold.” He was staring at you. Taking in every word with silent contemplation. You nervously rubbed your palms against the rough fabric of your uniformed thighs. “And yeah so anyway… Now I’m here.”

“I’m sorry.” He was quiet for a moment. “Do you think you’ll go back? When we win?”

“I like to think so. I have so much to thank the Organas for. They saved us. If it weren’t for them…” 

“I get it. I’ve been there.” You didn’t pry. You got the feeling he wasn’t particularly happy to speak of his past.

“Yeah,” you said. “It would all feel worth it if I could just see the sunshine again, feel the warmth of it on my face. Something other than constant, dreadful cold and blank walls.”

Cassian glanced back to the data pad, making note of the time. 

“Hey, we’ve been at this for a while,” he said. “It’s almost morning. You should get some rest.”

“Morning is the only time I get to see the sun shine all day. I’d just end up sleeping through it if I went to bed now.”

“I see,” he said. “I have an idea.”

He took the data pad from your hand, setting onto the console beside his and grabbing you gently by the wrist, pulling you toward the door. He grabbed your coat from a nearby stool and handed it to you. 

“You’ll need this.”

As you followed him through the hallways, your curiosity continued to grow. You stopped by his workstation so that he could grab his own coat, a long, navy parka with a furry hood. When he slipped it on, he seemed to transform into a different person. He looked soft, small in comparison to the bulk of the coat, and incredibly warm. 

He tossed a pair of gloves to you, slipping on a pair of his own, before extending his hand. Hesitantly, you grabbed it, eyeing him suspiciously. 

“Where are we going?” You asked. 

“First, we’re going to get some caf,” he pulled you toward the mezzanine impatiently, as if he was racing against an imaginary clock. “The second part is a surprise.”

“Cassian, I really don’t like surprises.” You tried to stop, to pull your hand from his, but he held tight. He turned, placing a cup of caf in your free hand and you could have cried from the warmth as it slowly seeped through your glove.

“You’ll like this one,” he said, a smile threatening to crack at the corners of his mouth. He tugged your joined hands again, impatiently, leading you toward the exit. 

“Please, Cassian, it’s freezing.” You were whining, you knew it, but you were already so cold and the thought of going outside, into the frosted darkness of Tokmia, was enough to make you want to throw a full-blown tantrum. 

He said nothing as he led you through the forest, making his way to a steep hill and motioning for you to walk ahead of him. You glared at him once more for dramatic effect, huffing as you made your way up the steep embankment. When you reached the top, you stopped short, gasping in surprise. 

The hill overlooked a pristine snow field, sparkling in the waning moonlight, breathtakingly beautiful in its serenity. You turned to face Cassian, huffing slightly as he crested the hill. He offered up a shy smile, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked toward you. 

“It’s nice, right?” He took a sip of his caf, an effort to disguise a smile, you thought. “I found it once when I needed to escape K’s blabbering. I come here when I need a reminder of what we’re fighting for.”

“It’s beautiful." Your voice was barely more than a whisper, breathless as you noticed the pinky blue light of the sunrise begin to peek through the darkness. You inhaled sharply, the sound getting caught in your throat as you realized why he had been in such a rush.

“Looks like we made it just in time,” he said, taking another sip of caf. 

You closed your eyes as the sun crested over the horizon, reveling in the way the light pushed past your eyelids. When you were younger, you caught as many Alderaanean sunrises as you could. There was some kind of magic tied to being the first person to catch sight of the sun as she rose from her slumber. You hadn’t realized how much you missed that feeling. 

You glanced at Cassian, interested to see if he was enjoying the sunrise as well and found that he was already looking at you. His smile was genuine, satisfied, and dazzling. 

Maybe he is lovely afterall, you thought. He just needed a little warmth.

[sunflowersandsapphires]

A small sneak peek of the vibes of the next chapter of Wake Up because I’m very proud of it. (It’s fluffier than cotton candy so prepare yourselves.)

Matt *kissing your cheeks*: We aren’t dating.

You *sitting in Matt’s lap*: This is all just for show.

You and Matt *constantly flirting*: We are just keeping up appearances!!

Foggy/Marci/Karen/anyone with eyes:

I really hope you all continue to enjoy the series! I love hearing your feedback :)

[kayssweetdreams]

Nightmaren Babies Ch 18

Meanwhile, Back on Attilio's Stage...

When it came to NiGHTS, and having sugar, it never ended well. Ever. Add the fact that they were now a baby, and you had a recipe for disaster. Knowing this, the group had prepared accordingly, various nets, baby carriers, warm milk, and calming music to try and calm NiGHTS down. However, the group also were a bit afraid, given that NiGHTS could pop out at any given moment.

"N-NiGHTS?" Emma called out. "C-C'mon NiGHTS...It's naptime..." Trisha Jane added. But the kids didn't see the purple maren anywhere. Suddenly, a small sound was heard...something that sounded like a small voice in a hunting voice saying 'Cotton Candy...'

And all of a sudden...

GROWL!! HISS!!!

A flash of purple jumped onto Kaylo's head and tried to rip her pink hair right off her head "AHH! NO!! BAD NiGHTS!! DOWN!!" She shouted in pain and terror, trying to wrench the purple maren from her head. The others looked in horror before they went to help wrangle the small jester, only to have them scramble their way down the rest of the pink haired girl, prompting the others to give chase.

When NiGHTS finally DID get off of Kaylo, they had taken a small chunk of Kaylo's hair along with it. The kids looked in shock at what happened "Well...at least we found NiGHTS..." Emma said, panting from the earlier ordeal. "Yes...but they're like a sugar crazed gremlin now! How on EARTH are we going to keep them under control long enough to calm them down?!" Kaylo asked, still shook from her little 'Attack'

"Well it seems that NiGHTS will come out for a while. But only with the same treats that makes children smile." Balan said. That's when Trisha Jane had an idea. "I think I know how to lure NiGHTS out. But Kaylo's gonna have to be the bait." She said. The pink haired girl stared in horror. "M-Me?! Did you not just see what Happened?!" She asked shakily "Yes. NiGHTS thought your hair was cotton candy, which means if you stand out in the open long enough, with a lot of sugar on your body, NiGHTS will come out again." Trisha Jane said.

Kaylo still was against the idea "Yeah. And what am I supposed to do? Stand out in the open wearing an outfit completely made out of sugar?" She asked sarcastically. However, she failed to see Balan raising his hands, and snapping his fingers, causing her entire appearance to change. True to her words, now she had on an entire outfit made out of sugar. She now donned a dress decked out in dozens of candies and deserts, her boots now made of rainbow cake, and dipped in icing while her hair was even longer and fluffier than before, while a big candy crown sat on her head.

The pink haired girl looked at her new look with horror "NO! NO NO NO!! I REFUSE to be the bait!" She protested. Mei placed a hand on her shoulder "It'll be alright. As soon as NiGHTS jumps out, we'll be ready. We'll keep NiGHTS down long enough for you to play the flute and lull them to sleep." She said. Kaylo still didn't like the plan, but NiGHTS wouldn't come out any other way, so she begrudgingly nodded her head before the others hid inside of the stands that were destroyed by the sugar high jester, waiting for them to strike...

Mei belongs to @sundove88

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

[marinerainbow]

//OMG OMG the movie is awesome it's so dramatically romantic and really funny and adorable and quotable AND it's the reason Bugs Bunny loves carrots. Gable holds one and eats it while suavely talking and in Bugs Bunny's introduction to audiences he did the same as a reference to that film. It's a reference lost in time now but audiences in the 1930s/40s would have gotten it. Today everybody is just like "Oh I guess rabbits must like carrots" even though carrots should only be given to real bunnies sometimes as a treat!

And awwwwwwww

Poppy: I was doing just swell on my own Mister!

Smarty: You? *laughs* You're shortah than a bar stool and fluffier than cotton candy. If I hadn't whacked him one you'd be tied up in some basement by now!

Poppy: Well...I did manage to give him a good hit.

Smarty: Oh I'm suuuure he was quakin' at ya little doll fists. Lay one on me baby, *offers his cheek* go on, knock me out!

THATS why Bugs chews on a carrot? That's a cool fact! I really gotta watch this movie now ^^

Ohhhhh... I look calm on the outside, but really I'm screaming and going crazy over this dynamic for Smarty-Pop! Poppy is so dang frustrated by Smartass treating her like she's so weak (she knows she's not the strongest toon. But still). She'd want to prove to him that there is strength in being patient. And Smartass is just as frustrated too! He can't keep covering this dames tail. Granted, it's not like she's looking for trouble. She just seems to be a magnet for it.

(You have noooo idea how much I want to write for this!)

[scout-company]

Dead or Alive—Chapter 6

They reach the proper base of the mountains by nightfall. 

Once the sun’s light finally fades behind the mountains, Scout becomes their light walking forward. Her orange light illuminates for several yards, but there’s only so far it can shine up the steep slope they find at. The top of the mountains are mere ghosts against the starry sky.

It takes them some time to find a slope that they can all hike up. Most of the slope is close to vertical, and the soil in the parts that are not crumbles easily. Eventually they find a stable slope, parallel to some sort of landslide. Part of it looks like it had caved in at one point; now it’s a mass of boulders and rubble stacked until it merges with the longer-lasting soil. But it’s stable enough for the three of them to start hiking without too much worry.

The three of them make their way up the slope, cutting across roughly diagonally and stepping carefully when the soil underneath softens and tries to give underfoot. And when larger critters start to come out of their distant dens for the night, filling the air with their territorial grunts and howls instead of the day’s birdsong. 

Semyon pulls out a flashlight from his bag eventually, shining a more focused light directly on the path ahead while Scout illuminates the broader area around them. 

About halfway up the slope, the trees change. So far they have all been conical, with needles instead of leaves in a fashion that Alice compared at one point to mountain pines found back on Earth. But up here, even as the grass starts to thin a bit, the bushes get broader and the trees get fluffier. Scout can’t even tell if they’re covered in leaves or bright-colored cotton. 

Her light tints the trees warmer shades, but when Semyon shines his flashlight up at—or rather though—the trees, their true colors of candy pink and blue reveal themselves. 

“They look like cotton candy,” Alice giggles at one point, while they pause their hike long enough for her and Semyon to grab a bite to eat from Semyon’s stash. 

The mountain somewhat levels out briefly, giving the “cotton candy” trees more room to spread and bloom, but not far past that the slope shoots back up again. From here the snow atop the mountain peaks is visible in the star-lit night, but it only emphasizes how much they look like ghosts against the stars. 

Eventually, after Scout tries and fails to scramble up the now-vertical slope ahead of them, the three of them cut more horizontally around the mountain peaks, aiming for a smaller gap between the nearest ones to the south. The air up at this altitude is noticeably drier than the air down in the valley. But the pulsing energy in the air is stronger than ever. It tugs ever so slightly at the core of Scout’s brand, urging her to come. Come.

The planet doesn’t have any moons to speak of, so the only sign of how far into the local night it is are the stars and how far across the sky the arc of the galaxy is. By the time the three of them cross the gap between the peaks, the streak of multicolored light that is the galaxy is almost directly overhead. But it’s largely obscured by clouds looming overhead. 

The cotton candy trees continue to thrive on the other side of the mountain peaks, dotting the gentler slope Scout, Alice, and Semyon find themselves at the top of. It dips into a bit of a valley quickly, then descends into the rest of the valley further below. 

The upper valley is dotted with more of those signs of past civilization. Hints of ruins are scattered between the fluffy trees. And roughly in the middle of it all is an actual hut, still standing despite the weight of the vines trying to merge it with the soil. It’s a wooden structure, its corner pillars rotting in some places, but its doors are still standing and its roof is still intact enough to provide a bit of shelter when the clouds overhead decide to rain. So they duck inside for a breather.

There’s no signs of recent inhabitation inside the hut. A single bed is tucked in the corner, but its red sheets are wrinkled and dotted with animal prints and scuffs of dirt, like critters have made this their home in the daytime instead of any sapient being. It’s better than nothing, though, and it’s certainly more stable than the chair just outside one of the doors, so Scout sits.

Alice joins Scout on the bed after swiping at the red sheets and peeking under the bed for something. Semyon opts to sit on the wood floor instead. 

Scout doesn’t manage to prompt much idle conversation while they rest—Alice looks like she wants to fall backwards onto the bed and sleep—but she doesn’t get much of a chance to. As soon as she stops trying to start conversation and starts staring out the open window at the drizzle, her translator pings with an alert from S.A.I.L.

“Incoming message,” it announces.

“Eh?”

Her translator’s microphone clicks, and after a crackle of static, Bronzemarch’s voice sounds through. “Urgent. Scout, can you hear me?”

Scout hops to her feet as she answers, “Yeah I hear ya. What’s up?”

“Concerned. Have you found that structure yet?”

“No…? Why?” Scout’s feet take her back outside at Bronzemarch’s urgent tone. It’s still drizzling, but now streaks of light have joined the rain like dozens of miniature falling stars every second.

Distant sounds of shuffling are muffled by static from Bronzemarch’s end for a second as he reports, “Serious. Riku thinks those bandits stole something after all.”

Scout vaguely hears Devon snap in the background, “They stole my—”

“Wait, how’d they do that?” Scout pops, “I thought we chased ‘em off!”

“Worried. I don’t know. Best I can tell is they had an extra member that snuck in the back window. All Riku found was the box damaged. Demanding. How close are you to finding the structure?” 

Scout shakes her head as her feet follow the pulse in the air towards the edge of the small valley. “Ain’t sure, but I reckon we’re mighty…close…” she drifts off into a static buzz, stunned by the sight below.

The valley below is barren of trees. Only short grasses dare to cover the slope. Because down at the bottom is a massive, octagonal platform. 

It raises in three levels of concentric steps, channeling towards the center. Six massive obelisks light the platform with the warm light of stars, two on each level. Scout could swear she’s seen those obelisks before, even from this distance.

And in the center of the highest step is a huge, empty gate. Illuminated from the bottom by the nearest obelisks, and illuminated in flashes higher up by the flickering glowing rain, the gate stands as an imposing figure in the middle of the valley, like an arch missing its keystone. The faintest blue lines run up the middle of each face of the two sides of the gate. Something is engraved in each face near the base of each side, but from this high up Scout can’t quite tell what they are. But near the top of the gate, flanking where a giant keystone would otherwise be, are twisting engravings that, from here, look like vines. But they’re too symmetric for that.

The pulse in the air tugs at Scout stronger than ever. And it’s coming from the gate.

Alice and Semyon have caught up with her at the edge of the upper valley by now, gawking at the sight below with her. “What the…” Semyon mutters under his breath.

Static crackles from Scout’s microphone until Bronzemarch speaks up again. His audio distorts with every pulse of energy from the gate. “Concerned. Scout?”

“Well we found the structure,” she fizzles, keeping her voice down for reasons she doesn’t know. 

“Surprised. Just now?” Bronzemarch says, echoing in his tone the wide-eyed double-take Semyon shoots Scout. “Interrogative. Have you—”

Suddenly Alice hisses, “Scout, get down!” and drops down herself.

Scout drops to the ground on instinct, with Semyon scrambling to follow. She almost asks why, but then a bullet whizzes through the air where her head just was. 

“What in tarnation?!” she crackles.

Alice just shushes her with a sharp hiss. Then she wiggles her arms out from under herself, sets her broom aside, and points down the slope at the base of the gate. “Look.”

It takes Scout a moment, but in the faint light of the obelisks and the fainter light of the glowing rain, she sees movement around the base of the gate. Four figures manifest from the shadows behind the furthest side of the arch, two wielding guns augmented with flashlights. And gauging by the way they keep shining those flashlights about, they’re looking for something.

Bronzemarch’s voice sounds through her translator’s microphone again, muffled by the grass and distorted by the gate’s energy. “Worried. Scout, what happened?”

“I…think we jus’ found folk down there,” she reports in a quiet bubble, “Talk to ya later.”

Bronzemarch starts to say something, but Scout taps her translator to turn off the microphone for now. Then she carefully scoots back from the edge of the slope, fizzling to the others, “Let’s go check ‘em out.”

Alice scrambles back from the slope to grab Scout by the arm before she can stand up. “W-wait a sec,” she hisses, “Scout, you glow; how’re you gonna sneak down there?”

“Who says we’re gonna sneak?”

Semyon’s expression squishes sideways as he offers, “Uh, the guns?” while scooting back from the edge himself.

“I’ve got a gun,” Scout retorts, pulling her pistol out for emphasis.

‘That’s one against four,” Alice points out, “At least. Bad idea.”

“I’ve only got so much emergency supplies in my bag,” Semyon adds, “Besides, a gunfight down there might damage…whatever that buzzing thing is.”

Scout turns to Semyon. “I thought ya couldn’t feel the buzz?”

Semyon shrugs helplessly. “I-I’m feeling something from here. It’s making my fur tingle.” But then he shakes his head and agrees, “But I’m with Alice on this one. I don’t think we want to be spotted down there.”

“Y’all got any ideas, then?”

Alice and Semyon share a glance for a moment, but then Semyon starts fussing with his bag and his jacket. “I…think I might have one.”

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[cometiny]

On the other side: I love it when people draw pinkie pie with hair that's even fluffier and curlier than it is in canon. Just drowning in puff, shaped like cotton candy

She IS a cotton candy!!!

[nordictwin]

🎃🍄💢

Hi Carra!

🎃: Do you plan on writing any seasonal fics?

Working on writing a belated holiday fic right now! In which there is much quoting of Baby It's Cold Outside as a way of flirting.

🍄: Are there any fandoms you've never written for but want to try?

Good question. There are a lot of fandoms I've tried writing for, but never finished. Amongst them Naruto, Bakugan Battle Brawlers, and several Legend of Zelda fics.

I've been rolling an idea for Xenoblade 2 around in my head all day, actually. And I've had another idea rolling for longer. One is fluffier than cotton candy, the other is dark, bitter, and unhealthy.

💢: sorry, I couldn't locate this on the list, so I picked the one where I talk about a scene I'm excited to write! 💥: Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

So coming up at the end of Something Else, there's going to be a final confrontation between Raye and the King and Queen of the Winter Court. It's her alone against this massive group of very powerful fae, so she's naturally donned what will be her signature armor.

It's the final test too see if Raye's grown into her role as Goblin Queen and the decks are stacked. But in whose favor? Who's better at Deals and wordplay? You'll just have to wait and see.

BONUS EDIT:

🫘: Spill the beans. What's a new project you're doing this year?

I really, really want to write a pilot chapter for my own original story. It's tentatively titled Soul-Bound/Shadow-Bound, and it's set in a magic-steampunk world. Two sisters burdened by a curse, Sola and Luna, travel from city to city in search for answers and a solution to their problem. But how will their experiences change them, and will they grow together or grow apart? That's the story I hope to tell.

[queerlyautisms]

okay, so. My teacher had me do an essay for school, about any topic I wanted. But. It had to include comic diction, incongruity, and hyperbole. I chose to do it about the man vs bear hypothetical. What do you think? I also want to preface I’m not making a joke or light of victims of sexual violence or bear attacks etc. this is just a school assignment.

TW: Mentions of rape, bear attacks, inappropriate interactions with/from men, and other things similar. Do not interact below the cut if these make you uncomfortable!

Thank you lovelies!! ❤️

The viral hypothetical "Would you rather be stranded in a forest with a man or a bear?" has swept through TikTok and beyond like a hurricane made of confetti and bacon. Originally birthed in a street interview, it's now a staple question for women, igniting more controversy than pineapple on pizza.

Men have been flummoxed by the responses, as women seem to prefer the cuddly embrace of a bear over the potential dangers of a man. Sure, bears are predators, but their mauling habits are statistically rarer than a unicorn sighting in downtown New York. Bears kill for food, not for sport or some bizarre power trip.

Let's break it down: according to Bearvault.com, there have been a whopping 180 fatal human/bear skirmishes in North America since 1784. That's fewer than the number of shoes in a Kardashian's closet. Meanwhile, according to rainn.org, about 1 in 6 women have faced attempted or completed attacks of a sexual nature. It's like comparing a sprinkle of hot sauce to a fire-breathing dragon.

Sure, not all men are out to make your life a living sitcom, but with about 6% of North American men potentially moonlighting as harassers or worse (thanks, amptoons.com), the odds start to stack like pancakes at a Dwayne Johnson breakfast.

Imagine showing up at a party with a bowl of M&Ms where some are laced with nuclear waste. Would you gamble? Every interaction with a man becomes a cosmic lottery with terrifying prizes.

The responses from the male gallery have only poured gasoline on this bear-versus-man bonfire. Some have threatened bodily harm or worse, making Ted Bundy seem like a gentleman caller. Others went full creeper on a 14-year-old who dared choose a human over Ursus Major, forcing her to delete accounts faster than a politician's tweet after midnight.

In the grand scheme, this hypothetical is just fluffier than a cloud made of cotton candy. The answers themselves are as relevant as an inflatable dartboard. But the reasons behind them? That's the elephant in the room tap-dancing to ABBA.

So next time someone pops the question, remember: it's not about the bear or the man. It's about choosing between a fluffy carnivore and a potential nightmare, a bit like choosing between unicorns and man-eating daisies.