#hope one of these tickles your fancy bestie

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

…. I imagine you have a Billion of these requests and it might not tickle your fancy but I’ve been thinking of a

Post war bucky - meeting navigator reader ( who was transferred to thrope abbots whilst he was in the camps) reader is the warm softness he needs to help rebuild the new him that is worth knowing.. bonus reader being besties with Harry and Rosie

Again no pressure at all! I just don’t own your skill to turn these thoughts into reality! You have such skill miss thang ! I hope you know that 🤍

New Girl

John Egan X Navigator! Reader

Summary: Bucky meets a woman when he comes back from the camps...

Warning: Swearing/ kissing/ mention of death/ use of Y/n/

Word count: 1.3k

The 3 of them were sitting near the fireplace, Rosie just came back, and he survived his plane crashing. She was transferred to Thorpe Abbots a few weeks ago, she was a navigator, that’s how she became friends with Harry Crosby, then, he introduced her to Robert ‘Rosie’ Rosenthal, the 3 of them quickly became friends. Crosby and Rosie kept talking about pilots that got down, especially Major Cleven and Major Egan. Rosie even said that her and Egan would be great together. ‘’You excited to go back home?’’ Rosie asked Crosby as he took a sip of his Coca Cola. ‘’Yeah, I, uh, I’m going to be a father’’ he chuckles, but he doesn’t look happy. ‘’Croz, that’s amazing. It’s good news, right?’’ she asked his friend. ‘’Yeah, but no, I don’t know how to be a father after everything.’’ He signed. Y/n gives him a sympatric smile as she listens the other navigator talk about his feelings.

Chaos was outside, Y/n got outside and saw that Harry and Rosie were running outside, near a plane that just landed. Y/n walked up to her friends and looked at the plane. ‘’What’s going on?’’ she asked, smiling. ‘’Gale Cleven and John Egan are back!’’ Crosby exclaims. ‘’They were the best pilots before me!’’ Rosie said. A brunette men came down a plane, a blonde came to hug him. ‘’Crosby!’’ the brunette exclaimed. The guys hugged as Y/n stand there awkwardly. ‘’ And who’s that beautiful lady?’’ the brunette asked, looking up and down at the woman. ‘’Lieutenant Colonel Y/n Y/l/n, and who are you?’’ she extended her hand for him to shake. ‘’Major John Egan but call me Bucky’’ he shook her hand. He kissed the top of her hand, making her blush.

‘’Y/n/n? Ready to go home?’’ Bucky asked the woman; she was saying goodbye to the children on the base. ‘’Yeah, I’m just saying goodbye.’’ She explains as she hugged Lily, a small girl that Y/n spend a lot of time with. ‘’Here, take my necklace’’ Y/n said as she took her necklace off. Lily took the necklace and put it on. ‘’I have to go now. Bye kids!’’ she waved at them as all the kids hugged her. John Egan looked at the scene, smiling at the woman. He loved the fact that Y/n was good with kids.

She poured herself a glass of water as she staired outside the window. ‘’Whiskey?’’ she heard a voice behind her. She turned to see Bucky, they decided to live together since they grew found of each other. They were friends, but they were in love, they just didn’t know it yet. ‘’Water, I can’t stand the sight of alcohol for a while’’ she chuckled. He laughed and asked for a glass of water too. She sat in front of him, drinking the liquid as they looked at each other. ‘’Buck’s weeding is next week’’ Bucky said as he drank the water. ‘’Yeah, I have to go buy a dress, do you want to come with me?’’ she asked. ‘’Sure, we’ll go tomorrow, I have my suit already.’’ He smiles.

She’d been trying on dresses for an hour, and she didn’t find any that she liked. ‘’I’ll go naked! I swear’’ she breathed out. Bucky chuckled. ‘’I’m able to read map and I helped with D-Day plans, but I can’t find a bloody dress’’ she kept complaining as she put on a dress. When she got out, Bucky’s mouth opened slightly, the dress was light green, long but not too long and had little sleeves. It suited Y/n perfectly. ‘’You look amazing in that one!’’ he compliments her, smiling. ‘’Really?’’ she was skeptical, she never really liked wearing a dress. ‘’Yes, you look wonderful!’’ he says again. Y/n blushes and looks at herself in the mirror, the dress was really beautiful. ‘’Yeah, let’s go with this one’’ she smiles.

The night was still young, Y/n was reading a book when she heard Bucky screaming. She threw her book away and ran to his room. Her night gown flew behind her with how fast she was running. She entered his room to see him seated on his bead, sweaty and breathing really fast. ‘’Bucky, what’s wrong?’’ she asked as she walked closer to his bed. He was in pure state of shock. ‘’Bucky, breath’’ she tried to help but this time, his nightmare was too much for him. She didn’t know what to do, usually her presence worked, and he would calm down. ‘’John’’ she whispered. She took his face between her hands to make him look at her. ‘’Breath, John. I’m right here, everything is going to be fine. Breath’’ she said, maintaining eye contact with him. His eyes were filled with distress, he needed help. ‘’Kiss me, please, Y/n, I need to kiss you.’’ He pleaded, his voice weak. Y/n didn’t even hesitate as she pressed her lips against his.

The kiss was filled with passion and love, it helped Bucky realise that she was there and not dead, like in his nightmare. When they pulled away, he was calmer, and he was smiling. ‘’You’re, okay?’’ Y/n asked, concerned for him. He nodded, smiling even harder. ‘’Who would’ve thought that it would take a nightmare for us to kiss’’ he giggled. She gently smacked his shoulder as she scoffed. ‘’You scared me’’ she breathed out as she smiled too. ‘’I’m sorry, I had a nightmare, you died’’ he explained. She hugged her friend as he smelled her. He was touching her, smelling her and he just kissed her; she was real, and alive. She just realized what happened; she just kissed him. Y/n was in love with him, but she didn’t know if he was feeling the same thing. So, she did what everyone would’ve done; she flew away. As Bucky watched her run away, he giggled, she was a nervous person. But tomorrow was Buck’s wedding, and he was going to dance with her.

She entered the room with Bucky, the reception was over, it was beautiful. Buck’s vows made Y/n cry; it was so beautiful. She was looking for Harry Crosby, she had to talk to him about what happened yesterday. When she spotted him, she practically ran to him. ‘’Croz!’’ she exclaimed as she hugged him. ‘’Y/n how are you?’’ he smiled. ‘’I’m great – ‘’ she noticed a woman holding a baby behind him. ‘’ Y/n, can I introduce you to my wife, Jean and my son Stephen’’ he says proudly. ‘’It’s so nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard a lot of great things’’ Y/n smiles as she hugs Harry’s wife. ‘’Likewise, it’s nice to meet the woman my husband’s been talking about’’ she smiles. Y/n smiles as her and Jean talks. ‘’Can I talk to Harry for a second?’’ she asked. She nods as Y/n and Harry go for a walk.

Harry Crosby was crying for laughing that much. ‘’How could you run away?’’ he laughs. Y/n laughs as she let out a desperate sign. ‘’I panicked, but I really want to kiss him again’’ she breaths out. Rosie, who joined them, was laughing too. ‘’Then kiss him!’’ Rosie exclaims. ‘’Uh, I wish it was that simple’’ she threw her head back. As she did so, she saw Bucky, staring at her with a grin on his face. ‘’It is simple, love’’ he completed her sentence, making Crosby and Rosie laugh as they walk away from the scene, to let them have privacy. Y/n quickly gets up and walk up to him. ‘’I, uh, I’m sorry for running away yesterday. I panicked’’ she blurts out. Bucky smiles as he puts his hand on her lower back. ‘’It’s okay, Y/n, just kiss me again’’ he whispers. She breaths out nervously as she stands on her tippy toes, their face gets closer as their breathing quickens. ‘’I love you’’ she whispers. ‘’I love you too, love’’ he smiles as he leans in closer. Their kiss was passionate, his other hand went on her cheek to keep her closer. ‘’I love you so much’’ she said between kisses. ‘’Fucking finally!’’ they heard Crosby yell. ‘’Well, well, well’’ Buck chuckled. As they pulled away, they saw Buck, Marge, Harry, Rosie and Jean looking at them. Y/n and Bucky looks at each other before laughing. ‘’Are we going to attend another wedding?’’ Marge squeals. ‘’Maybe’’ Bucky smiles.

[neverchecking]

Hi hi :)

Pretty pretty please can I request a soft sex w/ Sky? I love your writing—ngl from the very first piece of yours I read I was Uber jealous but SO in love with the way you write. Every time I see something new on my dash with your tag I legit get excited and instantly repost because damn I know it’s gonna be some good shite. Like damn I wish I could write yandere content 😭

Super duper proud of how well you’re doing so far! I 100% believe that you’re only gonna get better from here 😙

~ May

Omg- om- HI! I love you-you absolutely can!

Jealous of me? Bestie. have you read your writing?! JFIEOEJEJ- Thank you otherwise I hope I live up to your expectations!

Smut so MDNI!

Smut CW: Cavities. Like this is so soft- I can't I love Sky with my whole ass. SJSJS I LOVE THIS SO MUCH SO I HOPE YOU DO TOO <3<3

There was certain attraction to the idea of falling.

The idea of putting his fate into the hands of Lady Luck and hoping she took pity on him was...addicting. The rush of both the wind flowing through his hair and the adrenaline burning through his veins before Crimson caught him was so heart-stopping. It was a rush unlike any other and it kept him sane in a way.

But that was physically falling.

Falling for you was a completely different plunge.

When he threw himself off the ledge of Skyloft, he had some reassurance that no matter what, Crimson would be there. When he found himself tripping over his own feet at the sight of you, he realized there was no Loftwing there to catch him. No, falling for you was an act of trust far greater than anything he had ever felt before. There was no soul bond between the two of you, guaranteeing you'd care for his, admittedly, fragile heart in the same way he would cherish yours. But, still, he found himself blinded by the rush.

It was different. There was no wind whipping hair every which way, instead dexterous fingers, nimble yet steady, combed through the locks, brushing them into place before messing with them once more. The was no chill of the world around him rushing past, instead there was the warmth you provided with your presence alone, acting as an invisible shield against anyone daring to poison his rare moments of peace.

In reality, there was no rush. There was simply the feeling of...of coming home to you. Sweet, treacly you. You, who welcomed him into your heart with open arms and fully belief that he wouldn't squander your valuable trust. You, who placed your faith in his own heart and soul and understood who he was as not only a hero, but as a person. You, who was the missing piece of his soul. The one bit he was missing to make a whole.

And how he adored you. He absolutely cherished and worshipped your every move, cataloging it in his head in a way to memorize the way you exist. He watched you at every given moment, chin on his hand as a love-sick gaze laden his eyes.

How he was gifted with you was beyond him, but he would rather fight Demise twelve times over (More if need be) just to keep you with him. Anything you wanted from him and he'd give it to you.

Without question.

Opening the door to your shared home, he took a deep inhale, taking in everything around him. From the low light lighting up the living room, to the sound of the place settling around him once more it was all familiar. From the way it smelled of whatever flower had tickled your fancy at the market and something sweet you had probably baked earlier in the day, it was what made this place home.

And he was so thankful to be home. He would have to go out again, he knew, but the others were settled in the inn up the road and he was free for the night. Free for you.

Goddess, his heart positively hummed at the thought of you. Of your eyes, that absolutely lit up with every one of your emotions, and your smile that made your face just glow. Of your cheeks that would redden with such a pretty color at the sound of his honeyed words, or your nose that would scrunch every time he pressed sweet kisses to the tip of it.

He just wanted to do it again, over and over and over again. "Song bird?" He hesitantly called, setting down Fi and whatever bags were currently on his person. His sail cloth was undone from around his neck and hung up on the nearby coat hook. Your hesitant footsteps stopped just behind the corner that turned down a hall towards your bedroom as you peaked around the corner. (You were so smart, did he tell you that? His clever little bee knowing that the lifestyle forced upon him could bring some unsavory characters. That some could follow him home and force his hand. He loved you. He loved you.)

"Link?" You breathed out, soon running into his awaiting arms. They wrapped around you tight enough he worried if you could breath properly before shoving his nose into your hair. You were his home.

He was so glad he was home.

"It's me, my dove. I'm home for tonight." He knew you would understand the underlying meaning in his words, and it broke his heart that he'd have to leave you again. But he'd cherish this time while he had it.

Small sniffles made you shake just a bit, making him hush you with a heavy hand brushing down your hair. "It's okay to cry. I'm right here. I'm home."

"I've missed you." You had cried into his arms, making his own eyes burn as he hugged you closer, bowing his head to lay on yours. "I know, my lovely nightingale. I know. I've missed you too. Goddess, I've missed you."

While he didn't plan on standing there, crying until there were no more tears to shed, he had to admit it was cathartic. Having you in his arms was a relief like no other.

Gently pulling away, he cupped your cheeks in his hands. "Oh. how I've missed you. I've missed your gorgeous laugh," He pressed a kiss to your nose, watching it scrunch just the way he expected it to.

"I've missed your eyes that show me your perfect soul." Another kiss was pressed to your forehead.

"I've missed your charming smile that never fails to brighten my day." One peck to your left temple.

"I've missed your gentle hands that hold me like I'm worthy of such a touch." One peck to your right temple.

"I've missed your way with words and how you always manage to find the right words for every situation." Your left cheek was next.

"I've missed your patience that seems truly never ending in every scenario." Then your right.

And finally, he lays his forehead on yours. "I've missed the love of my life. My very heart and soul. The bearer of my own mortality. I've missed waking up to you, those domestic mornings filled with sleepy snuggles and lazy kisses. I've missed spending my every waking moment with you, doing whatever tickles our fancy that day. I've missed my Soul Mate. I've missed telling you every day about how I love you. And every part you've given me. I love you. I love you."

You hiccupped. sniffing once before launching yourself at him, arms wrapping around his neck as your lips crashed against you. He held you tightly against him, his hands threading themselves into your hair as you gently pulled him back. He followed your every move, only breaking apart for minute breaths of air before going right back to nipping and licking at your now swollen lips.

He missed you.

Clothing was dropped carelessly to the ground, trailing behind him as you backed your way to the edge of the bed, pulling him down with you when the back of your knees hit the mattress.

He missed you.

Just the way you pulled back, head falling, with your big doe eyes watching his every move had his chest tightening with pure adoration. Your hands gently cupped his cheeks, holding him close as he nuzzled into your palm.

He missed you.

Your lips crashed against his once more with one of your hands trailing down the plane of his stomach before reaching the band of his pants. His belt had long since been discarded, dropped just as carelessly as every other piece of clothing, so there was no real obstacle stopping you from your prize.

He Missed You.

Your lips locked again as you pulled him in closer with a leg around his hip. Your hand worked in tandem with your leg, guiding him to your aching cunt as he used one hand to support his weight above you. He pulled away just as he began to prod at your entrance, using his free hand to pin both of yours under one of them. The one originally supporting his weight shifted to instead take over before returning to its place by your head, both of you groaning at the pure bliss washing over you.

His forehead rested against yours once more as his hips settled right against yours, keeping him seated deep within you. Your breathing settled alongside his own, a moment of tranquil peace settling over the room.

This was what love was all about. This was what it mean. The pure trust that was placed in another individual, the absolute proximity between two souls slowly merging into one, the feeling of pure, unadulterated sarang that being with you provided.

Goddess, he loved you.

There was nothing animalistic about this. While, yes, Sky could appreciate a good quick fuck every now and then, this wasn't the time nor place. No, this was slow and perfect. Nothing was rushed as he took the time to recommit your perfect figure to memory.

His fingers trailed fiery trails along your hips while your own laid lines of red along his back as you clung to him, trusting him to keep you grounded in any way he could.

It was the least he could do. Because while falling was a rush like no other, it wasn't falling when he was with you. No, it was coming back to familiarity and comfort wrapped up in the prettiest bow Hylia had to offer. You.

From the way you interacted with Crimson, scratching his feathers and shining his beak, to the way you cared for him, soothing his nightmares with soft hums or curing the aches that riddle the Lichtenberg figures along his skin, he knew he was irrevocably in love with you. He loved your compassion and intellect; your ability to demand respect for yourself from others and your ability to show the same to others; and he adored your limitless patience with him and all his isms and the fierce loyalty that followed. Even the things you deemed unattractive about yourself, he held close to his heart because it was a part of you. Your stubbornness and inability to think of your own self preservation before making irrational decisions for the sake of others. He even loved you when you couldn't find anything redeemable about yourself for him to love. Because in those moments, the ones where your own strength failed you, were the ones were could show you his. Where he could repay you with every ounce of love from his bleeding heart. Where he could show you how much he loves you, if only to reignite the spark of love in yourself and let it burn for you. Where he could let his love pour through his entire being and let it turn into a gentle reminder that you were you.

And there was no one else in the world he would rather have.

[riosnecktattoo]

Hey bestie! I hope you’re doing great! Are you working on any new Brio fics? I’ve been rereading your work and i enjoy it even more now!

Hey ☺️ Sorry this took me ages to reply to, I really appreciate you! So lovely to know you're rereading and enjoying

I intentionally took a breather after finishing Cherry Trees and I'm thinking about writing again now. Next few weeks are gonna be a bit stressful for me but I am hoping to return to my wips. Probably the College Accidental-Sexy-Pic AU and maybe some other one shots that tickle my fancy

Hopefully I'll have a snippet to share very soon! 💜

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Cassie's Cot Kerfuffle: PART TWO

Five Hundred Follower Celebration!

Alright, so I have no bloody clue how this happened but by some twist of fate, here we are! It's crazy, but I am super excited about it and I just wanted to thank everyone who's cared enough about my fics and/or art to click that follow button!

As some of you may know (because I've been whining about it) I had the misfortune of breaking my elbow a few weeks ago and was thus unable to write. But I am now past that stage of the healing process and I can finally get back to what I love!

First, I want to make it clear that I'm still taking requests, but seeing as I've been out of commission for a while, I have quite a few fics already waiting. (Seriously, there are so many sequels that I just haven't gotten around to.) So, in celebration of five hundred followers, I thought it might be fun for you guys to choose what comes out first!

(If you're not familiar with my work, feel free to check out my Masterlist. I will write for Finn, Elijah, Niklaus, and Kol Mikaelson along with Stefan Salvatore and Jack Kline. I will not write smut but anything else is free game. I hope you enjoy!)

I already have one fic that's nearly finished, so that will come out first, but from there I will be abiding by the results of this poll. I'm so excited to see what you guys are excited for and my gratitude for each of you is beyond words. I swear it feels like I just barely reached one hundred followers like a month ago. But lo and behold, I look at my profile one day only to get smacked in the face by the big FIVE-ZERO-ZERO! Thank you all so, so, so much.

One more thing before I get back to writing, I quickly want to offer a very special thank you to some of my very best supporters and kindest friends. @gabrielasilva1510 - You've been here for me since the very beginning. You're my all around bestie and I love you. @yn-ymn-yln - You honestly made up 86% of my confidence in the beginning and I owe you so much. @impala67-aka-baby - You are such a good friend to me and your advice is the stuff of legends. I owe all my ringtones and alarm sounds to you. @princess-charming-01 - You may not have been around as long as some others but you have been so supportive and kind, even though I've been an invalid for half the time since I met you. @heartbreakgrill - You come up with some of the best ideas I've ever heard and your comments on my fics are always so sweet. @sorry-that-i - We may not know each other super well, but thanks for the song recs. The past few weeks have been difficult and I really needed that extra boost, also you have an excellent taste in music. (Black Sheep is my favorite 😂) @r13mar - All your comments and reblogs are literally too kind and your taste in gifs never fails to make me laugh. Thanks so much to each of you for supporting me! I couldn't have gotten here without you!

[laurensprentiss]

I just had to tell you that GWP is a breath of fresh air for me! It's one of the best Hotch stories I've ever read! Thanks for taking the time out of your day to write such awesome work! I look forward to binging the rest of your content, and I hope you have a wonderful day/evening/night!

Omg bestie!!!! Thank you so so so much, I am on somewhat of a hiatus rn but I’m still so happy to receive this message nonetheless!! I do post newer writings on my other blog @munsons-curls if that tickles ur fancy, but thank you SO much for this!! 💌💌

[blowingblindly]

A letter to my Bean

I miss you. When you are away, for the first couple hours, I feel light. Light in the same way someone feels light and excited when they go on a vacation. But after the first, second, and third hour, I quickly turn into a sickly middle-aged victorian woman who has traveled to the ocean to gasp her last clear breath. I desperately want to hear your pacing. I want to smell the coffee on you. I want to hear you laugh from the couch. This feeling solidifies that you are the home my heart returns to. I have a temper, I feel angry over the silliest of things, but you continue to wrangle me down. I become the most tempered of chocolate when I am with you. I feel warm and sweet, and sometimes I am something that uncomfortably sticks to the back of your throat and annoys you. But, nevertheless, I love you. You have only been away for a couple of hours but the joy I will feel when you get home will light up my whole body. Like a dog waiting for its owner. Like a cat, sees the handheld laser.

I know that you don't think I find you handsome sometimes. I understand that urge. I live in a body changed by time and circumstance. I no longer feel or look like the girl I was when I was 16. But you, I see pictures of you from when you were 16 and I think "I would've been the happiest and luckiest person if I had met him then". Would I have recognized that then at 16? Probably not. I was scared, quiet, and emotionally held myself for many of those years. But I think that 16-year-old Dash, like 19-year-old Dash, like 22-year-old Dash, has the clearest Kaleidoscope eyes. He has a nose that is easiest to kiss in the dark. His mustache tickles my lips. His whole face scrunches up when he laughs. That was one of the first things I noticed about you. Your joy takes over your whole body. But your pain rarely does. Your arms are soft but firm. They can squeeze me with a massive force but can also touch me with the kindest delicacy. Your body wraps around mine perfectly. I live for the nights I get to snuggle into your armpit and breath in your scent. Your feet are always finding my belly on the couch and live to prod and poke at me when you are playing chess and other games on your computer.

Your whole body was made to love and be loved by someone. I am grateful enough to be that someone, especially in my most stubborn moments. My face stings with the devotion I feel for you. You are the wisest, kindest, most gentle giant. I am the warrior and you are the protector. I feel hot and righteous anger which can make me unstoppable in the small sliver of just right circumstances. You stay level-headed and quiet. Focusing on the object of protection with a stubborn kindness that ignores the object of attack. I love you for the huge heart you have and the ability to cut off those unworthy of it with sound logic. I don't have that same skill.

This is all to say, you have been gone for four and a half hours now and I miss you. I wish I could be with you always. I wish I could ride around in your pocket and hold your hand whenever things are unpleasant. I love you fiercely and with the warmest parts of my soul. You are my person, and I could not be any more grateful for the good fortune that has befallen me in this lifetime in meeting you. I hope I get to come home to you for as long as you will let me.

I think I could die loving you.

Note: Ahahaah why do I sound so fancy writing this. Like an old person. LOL. I just love you. That's it. It's pretty simple actually. I was just trying to translate the most massive positive emotions I feel when I see you. Idk if I'll show you this because it's embarrassing but thanks for letting me hang out with you bestie <3

[hella1975]

Recommend some tv shows too plss

this is an old ask bc i've been saving it oops. this is gonna get long as well so i'll put a cut for all those who don't want to scroll endlessly when this comes on ur dash lmfao <3

I'm going to categorise these because my taste is SO messy, starting with...

Anime

avatar: the last airbender = (listen i know there's a big thing about if it's an anime or not but yk what i mean don't yell at me). so 99% of you have watched this but surprisingly there's a few of you here that follow me just for the shits and gigs, so to you i say go watch atla! beautiful showstopping nostalgic complex characters jawdropping worldbuilding etc etc

jujutsu kaisen = you knew this was coming. plot that wows. notably complex female characters for a genre that typically doesn't do too well in that regard. angst central but it's SO good that you won't even be too mad about it. only one season so far so it's an easy watch, though there's a film coming soon!

haikyuu = fucking hell i adore this show. there is such a huge cast of characters yet every single one is individual and fleshed out. the parallels and the journey and the banter is all so so fantastic. a feel-good show <3

Young Adult

atypical = i will shout about this show from the rooftops. the main focus is a teenage autistic boy navigating teenage life, but it also branches out into the members of his family and their own personal lives, especially in s2 where there's a wlw relationship!!! but the main focus is sam and i really hope they keep that in s3 regardless of all the hype casey and izzie - rightfully - got

teen wolf - im not even embarrassed. i love this dumb show. i am going to marry stiles stilinski and no one can stop me

skam - holy shit holy shit holy shit this is a TOP rec pls watch this. everyone's always arguing between if skins or euphoria is the most realistic portrayal of adolescence (spoilers: it's neither) but THIS is genuinely so realistic. the characters look like teenagers and have acne and talk like real teenagers would and they have serious problems that not all teenagers can relate to but they also have more relatable issues too. it's just incredible i could talk about skam for hours. there's a lot of renditions of it so you can watch it in a lot of languages (i've watched most of them idc if it's the same storyline each time you can take skam from my cold dead hands) but the best is the original, which is norwegian

sex education - it's a little more forced than skam, but i'm gonna say this is another show about teenagers that genuinely captures teenagers, and it is so so important. it doesn't ignore the fact that teenagers are having sex, nor does it sexualise it. instead, it's what it is in the title; educating. but in a fictional and fun and UNCRINGEY way. and representation wise it covers A LOT so all in all give it a watch

derry girls - obsessed. it's set during the troubles but is focused more on the girls and their everyday lives INTERTWINED with that turmoil, and it's genuinely one of the funniest things i've ever watched. but if you see me sobbing at james saying he's a derry girl then no you don't

Fantasy/Sci-Fi/Etc?? idk how genres work

merlin - if you haven't watched this by now then honestly what are you doing?? boy has magic and show is wildly homoerotic. that's it that's the plot. also gwaine exists and that makes my life significantly better

the good place - *screams loud and long* hilarious and existential??? idk how but it works

stranger things - i really don't think i need to explain this one bc it's everywhere but just know the dynamics and humour and soundtrack are all >>>>>>>>

the 100 - one of the first shows i ever really got into. the first 4 seasons are genuinely incredible, with such interesting plot points and characters and relationships and worldbuilding etc. it went downhill after that in my opinion but still worth a watch. octavia blake and raven reyes were my bisexual awakening

misfits - SUCH AN ICONIC SHOW honestly if you can't quote this on the regular to your mates then what are you doing (actually that might just be a brit thing). this started my all-consuming crush on robert sheehan that has yet to go away. it's about a group of young offenders getting super powers which SOUNDS like it should be childish but really really isn't

dark - holy shit okay. i started watching this just bc it was at a time where i was studying for my german gcse and my sister was studying for her german a-level SIMULTANEOUSLY and we both needed some easy revision, so we went 'sod it let's find a tv show'. we were so unprepared. holy shit. the brain power i used to understand this show im-. and not because it's complicated per say, it's just so so so fascinating. proper mind fuck. i don't know anyone else who's watched it so i am ALL EARS if anyone gives this a go

K-Dramas

crash landing on you - this is my favourite kdrama and one of my favourite shows of ALL TIME. the set up is fucking GOLDEN and the main group of characters are literally enemies to found family and i adore it so fucking much. i rewatch this all the time. comfort show of 2020 (and that's saying something bc we all know what a shambles 2020 was) ((this has also reminded me that this is yet another media me and kai have together. hi kai im in love with you))

descendants of the sun - i just really love the romance here and also the friendship between the male mc and his best mate lmfao. hi wolf aha *leans on my lambourgini*

suspicious partner - the female mc is such a mood and i adore her. the romance here is again top notch bc it's just that 'person A is a mess and person B is VERY fucking exasperated' trope and im a sucker for that

Misc

friday night dinner - this is HUGE in my friendship group. like literally you get scorned if someone makes a friday night dinner reference and you don't get it. also fucking hilarious and the only valid sibling dynamic in all of media. the plot is literally just these two adult boys come home every friday to have dinner with their parents but shenanigans always ensue bc the boys are IDIOTS or bc their insane neighbour (jim my beloved) does some dumb shit. it gets a bit ridiculous at times but honestly is so funny, watch it if you need something light and happy <3

peaky blinders - i didn't know which category to put this in so despite it being at the very end i would like it to be known that this is one of my favourite shows OF ALL TIME. i love the storyline and the brothers and holy shit the SOUNDTRACK. alfie solomens is played by tom hardy and you can just tell tom hardy is having a fucking ball with it bc alfie solomens is CRAZY kjdhgjkdhg. it's based on a real life gang in birmingham and it's about how they started out proper working class and made their way in the world because one of the brothers - tommy shelby - is really smart. literally kaz brekker before kaz brekker came along

christ i knew this was gonna be long but FUCKING HELL HELLA SHUT UP FOR ONCE okay im done i definitely missed some but these are the main ones for your viewing pleasure <3

[hereforhalstead]

Period Pains

*Gif not mine, credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested: Nope! Just fancied some soft!Jay

• Warnings: pure fluff besties 

• Summary: Jay looks after you as you experience a rough period, unlike anything you’ve felt before. 

• Words: 2482.

• A/N : When I tell you this is the ugliest thing I’ve ever written lmao. I’m so weak for soft!Jay at the moment and had just came on my period when i started this  a few weeks ago.. I have a few ongoing requests at the moment that I’m working on, promise I’m not ignoring them but I just don’t want to post them until I’m happy with them! 

Hope you enjoy!

You notice the bed beside you dip with Jay’s weight as he joins you, fresh from the shower as you feel the heat radiating from him. You attempt to shift and face him, craving the feeling of having your head against his chest with the rhythm of his heartbeat soothing you to sleep. You wince as a cramp hits your stomach, slinging your arm across your stomach as a natural reflex for when the wave of pain arises. 

Jay places a hand on the edge of your shoulder, gripping round your skin as he moves your hair to one side to place a delicate kiss to the exposed shoulder blade “Stay facing that way, I’ll be able to rub your stomach” he whispers into the nape of your neck and causing a shiver to run down your spine at the softness of his words. 

You happily do as you’re told, still in somewhat of a half consciousness as you doze in and out of sleep with the thought of knowing he was there beside you helping the pain drift away. 

“Life your hips for me baby” he softly demands, encouraging you to lift your side for just a few seconds to allow him to slip his arm under you to rest a hand on your stomach “You’re burning up” he tuts, removing the hot water bottle you had pressed against you and placing it on the the other side of the bed “Don’t want you getting too warm, you’ll make yourself ill”. 

His firm tone made your heart flutter, he always had your best interests at heart and made the smallest of actions seem natural to him. You’d happily let yourself curl up under a blanket with a hot water bottle until you were burning hot but it would always leave you feeling faint and you’d end up cooling off in a cold bath or shower which really defeated the object..

You laid in a comfortable silence with Jay, cursing under your breath as another wave of pain hit "Why am I a girl” you mocked, digging your head further into your pillow as some form of distraction. Jay would take it in his stride, dropping a kiss to your back and chuckling as you swear under your breath to take your mind off the intense cramps. 

The motion of Jay rubbing his hand softly over your stomach didn’t stop, you expected it to after a while but it never did. He was constantly tracing shapes across your skin, running his fingernails back and forth under your shirt and laughing as you occasionally flinched if it tickled. Whether it was a placebo affect or not, the cramps would ease under his touch and helped you get a brief moment of sleep. 

You awoke just under an hour later to an empty bed, turning over to see the covers thrown back and Jay’s side of the bed vacant made your heart sink. He was the one helping you through this and even though the painkillers had kicked in, you still missed him just being beside you.

You would often be the first one up in the mornings, heading to the gym before work or just wanting to be awake to make him a morning coffee meant you weren’t used to being in bed alone. He was always there with you, even when you teased him for how long the pair of you would spend in bed on your days off, you loved it and wouldn’t want it any other way. 

In replacement of Jay’s hand, you must’ve reached for the hot water bottle in your sleep and that was a mistake. You were now sweating, the clothes clinging to your skin as it glistens with sweat, feeling clamy and gross wasn’t what you needed right now.

Trudging over to the bathroom and catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror was an instant regret, you were hunched to try and relieve the cramps, hair disheveled and your body was covered in red blotches from the hot water bottle. If you didn’t feel horrendous before, you did now. 

You always worried in your relationship that you weren’t good enough for Jay, he woke up and looked perfect, would finish an intense workout and look like a sports model or even concentrating on some paperwork he would look flawless and here you were looking the complete opposite.

You let out a deep sigh, running your fingers through your hair in some attempt to regain a sense of decency but there was no point. Your feelings were being intensified from your period and leaving you feeling worse than ever, wanting to curl up in bed and cry was seeming most appealing but before you can enjoy a good ole pity cry you hear the keys turning in the lock.

Quickly wiping the tears from your face and using Jay’s tshirt that you were currently wearing to try and remove the stains from your cheek was useless, you panicked. Jay seemed to have unnatural ability to tell when you’re not feeling yourself, and this is no exception. Just from taking one look at you he’d be able to tell you were upset and you didn’t want that to be the case, you’d already had a pity day and the last thing he needed was to see you were feeling worse. 

You chugged some water that he had left on the side and took another glance at yourself in the mirror, the red blotches had made their way to your neck so were now much more visible and your normal cheery smile was no where to be seen. 

“Baby?” you hear Jay call out, rustling around with some bags in the kitchen before making his way over to the room you shared. You were sat on the edge of the bed with your arms folded across your stomach, leant forward in pain as you rested your head on your knees.

His heart pulled at the sight, you were in pain and there was nothing he could do about it. He prided himself on always doing whatever he could to help you in any given situation and not being able to take away the hurt was killing him. He’d helped you through many periods in the past but this was the worst one by far, you’d be able to take some paracetamol and carry on but this was defeating you.

You barely had a chance to respond before you heard the footsteps getting louder as he made his way towards you, letting out a deep sigh as he sees you scrunched over in pain. The noise of bags rustling comes to a stop as he crouches down in front of you, resting his hand on the back of your neck and the other on your knee to hold himself steady as he balances.

“What happened baby?” his smooth voice was music to your ears, he didn’t even have to do anything and he was already soothing you more than you ever could. You sniffed before bringing your attention onto him, watching as his eyes soften when he see’s the redness in your cheeks and the hurt in your gaze. 

“Nothing” you lie through your teeth, already knowing he won’t fall for it but thinking it was worth a shot. Instead of giving you the normal ‘are you forgetting how well I know you?’ speech, he simply tilted his head to the side and lifted his hand to rest on the side of your face with a doting look “We’ll talk about it later”.

You were grateful for how well he knew you, knowing not to push you and that you weren’t in the mood to be interviewed like a suspect. Normally you loved it, thinking it was cute how he always craved to prove how well he knew you and could tell you were off just by a simple look but in doing this he knew best to leave it until you were ready. 

“Did you have to go back to work?” you question, still absentmindidly leaning into Jay’s touch as he gently moves his thumb back and forth to caress your cheekbone. A simple shake of his head made you smile, you were secretly hoping you’d have him to yourself so when you awoke to the empty bed you just assumed he’d been called in. 

You couldn’t hide the frown that formed as he removed his hand and stood in front of you, reaching for something on the bed as you stayed hunched over below him. “I got your favourite ice cream” he comments, holding the tub out to you with a grin spreading on his face as your eyes light up “I thought they stopped selling it?” you questioned, already peeling off the plastic from the lid. 

“They did in our local, I asked around and drove to the only place they said still sells it” the pride in his voice was unlike anything you’d heard before as he carried on rummaging around the bag before pulling out 3 more tubs “Didn’t know how many you wanted so I stocked up” he chuckled, placing the tubs back into the bag and watching as you nibble round the edge of the container, too impatient to wait for a spoon.

“You don’t want these then?” you looked round to see him holding a family size bag of crisps, a handful of candy bars and even a box of your favourite instant hot chocolate that you used to have as a child. “How did you know” you probe, reaching for the box and examining the text.

Struggling to remember the last time you saw the packaging in a shop, let alone holding it in your hands. The box feeling so much smaller than it used to from when you were young, bounding to the cashier with 5 or 6 boxes to buy with your pocket money.

 “On our first date we passed a shop that sold them and I’ll never forget the look on your face. You told me how your mum would always make you one if you were having a bad day and they’d always make you feel better” he smiled and could feel the tears brimming in your eyes.

You and Jay had been together nearly 8 months and he still remembered the tinist detail from your first date, something you had even forgotten about. A little remark you made as you passed the shop on the way back to the car park, not thinking much of it as who would remember about a box of instant hot chocolate that probably didn’t even taste good? Jay did.

“Get into bed and I’ll get some bowls for these” he collects the items and puts them back into the bag, his tone still gentle despite the excitement you knew he had inside from presenting you with everything you needed without being asked.

You shook your head, standing to wrap your arms around his torso. Nestling your head into his chest as you feel it vibrate from a silent laugh “I told you to get into bed baby” you felt the shivers run down your spine as he rested his hand on the back of your head, allowing his hand to roam up and down your back in a soft motion. 

“What did I do to deserve you” you mumble into his chest, feeling him rest his head on top of yours as his hand settled on your lower back to push you further into him “So I did good?” you could practically hear the smirk on his lips, pulling back to examine the glowing grin peering back at you as his eyes glistened.

You reached to place a light kiss to his lips, a soft kiss that told him everything he needed to know “Are you gonna make me tell you to get into bed again?” he joked, tapping your back to retract yourself from him. Begrugingly you did so, already feeling the slight cold from the lack of contact you now craved from him. 

Picking the bags up from the bed to pull back the blanket, you felt the weight of something still in the bottom. You opened the carriers to see what must’ve been atleast 5 boxes of different sanitary products rolling around in the bags “What’s this?” you asked, confused as to why he went out of his way to buy you the snacks but you never would’ve expected him to know what products to buy you, or atleast try and guess as you always joked about how little men knew about the whole thing. 

“I didn’t know if you needed any” his voice was timid, reaching to rub the back of his neck with his hand which was a sign of nervousness you’d picked up on over the past few months . “Jay, how much do you think I bleed?” you were grateful to see the corners of his lips lift in a smile “Well, I realised I’ve never bought you any so I wanted to get a few so I had more of a chance of getting the right ones” he admitted, your hands falling to your sides as you allowed the bag to drop to the floor. 

Your feet were bounding over to him before you could even think, all you wanted to do was throw your arms around him as you had no words for everything he had done. “I can’t believe how much I love you” your voice slightly cracked as you felt the lump rise to your throat, as much as Jay loved to care for you, you never would've expected this. 

“I’m sorry I can’t take the pain away” you felt him plant a kiss to the top of your head, another one of his small guestures that made you week at the knees without him even knowing. “You’ve helped more than you’ll ever know” you smiled into him, cringing at your cheesy confession but knowing he loves to hear these things from you, adding to his ego of how well he looks after you. 

You both stood in a comfortable silence, basking in each other presence with the simplicity of the background noises coming from the streets below. From someone looking on, the way you were standing probably didn’t look very comfortable. The way you were entangled together, your arms hanging from his neck as his moved around your body to press his fingertips in the various parts he knew you were probably feeling pain. When Jay finally breaks the silence, he mutters the words that at the moment sounded better than ‘i love you’ when they fell from his lips “Do you want some ice cream, baby?” 

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[ticklygiggles]

Hello bestie! For the ask game probably kuroo as the lee and tsuki as the ler if you don't mind, as for the spot, probably back / ribs / chest / sides, it's up to your fancy!

Tsukki is pissy because his boyfriend is hot! Also, Kuroo in a suit is my weakness. I hope you enjoy it~

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"And then, my coworker said that I had to do it, even though I had done my part already, can you believe that?"

Tsukishima couldn't believe it. He just couldn't figure out how that was even possible. It was simply irrational and incredibly unfair... Ah, but Tsukishima wasn't referring to what Kuroo was telling him about work.

"Hey, are you even listening- ah! What-!"

It was simply impossible for Kuroo to look so damn good in that suit! He took Tsukishima's breath away every time he put that thing on, especially when he saw him with it after work: the suit already wrinkled near the hips where the fabric folded when Kuroo sat down. And in the sleeves that Kuroo rolled up when he was feeling hot or stressed.

It was just very unfair for Kuroo to look as good as he looked and Tsukishima had to get his frustration out one way or another.

While Kuroo was trying to tell Tsukishima all about his day at work, Tsukishima had decided not to just interrupt him, (he would later apologize and ask Kuroo to continue), but he also started tickling him! Nimble fingers finding Kuroo's ribs and wiggling in the spaces between them.

Kuroo was not expecting to be attacked like that and so, he let a out a sudden cackle as he fell backwards onto the bed, Tsukishima quickly straddling his hips.

"K-Kei! N-noho! Why thihihis?!" Kuroo laughed. "Whahahat did I dohohoho?!"

Tsukishima clicked his tongue. "I hate how good you look in suits."

"Whahahat?! Thahahat doesn't mahahake s-seahahaha! Lehehave thohohose alohone!" Kuroo cackled, pressing his arms to his sides to protect his ribs from Tsukishima's mean fingers rubbing gentle circles against each bone.

Tsukishima was smirking, but his eyes were font as he saw Kuroo writhing and laughing underneath him, but, oh goodness, Kuroo looked even hotter doing so in his suit!

Tsukki just had to speed up the tickling, his fingers moving down to squeeze Kuroo's sides and then moving up to poke and claw at his chest, and he even reached behind Kuroo to knead his fingers against his back.

Meanwhile, Kuroo was a laughing mess; he didn't know what to do with his hands and his face was pink.

"Fihihihine!" He laughed nearly in hysterics as Tsukishima kept tickling a terribly ticklish spot underneath Kuroo's ribcage. "I'll tahahahake it ohohohooff!" He begged, tears of mirth clinging to his lashes.

"Are you an exhibitionist?" Tsukki teased him, but his fingers eventually came to a stop to let his poor boyfriend catch his breath.

"You're... So mean," Kuroo sighed, but a cute smile pulled at his lips, making Tsukishima's cheeks feel a little warm. "Ah, but you really think I look good in suits? Hm, Kei~ you shouldn't be shy! You can see me all you wa-hahahaha! No! I'm sohohohorry!"

Now he asked for it.

[Send me a lee, a ler and a tickle spot and I'll write you a 3 sentence (or longer) drabble!]

[jeongwife]

bestie i want lee chan so bad 💔💔💔 christmas celebration-under the table teasing by him would be so 🥵🥵😳😳 AND IN PUBLIC ?!,@&!?!,!*@*

- 🐹 anon^^

BESTIE ME TOO 😭😭😭😭 I WONT HIM I REALLY DO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i had to write this since christmas is so soon aaaaaaa <33

you and chan meeting up with some of the other members at a fancy restaurant to celebrate christmas, and the whole time he can’t stop staring at you because you just look so pretty. you always do, of course, but seeing you all dressed up and wearing something so sexy makes his need for you grow with every passing minute, especially when the others don’t stop complimenting you on how good you look. it just makes him want to bend you over the table and take you in front of everyone in the restaurant to show them you’re his. it’d start with his hand on your bare thigh, concealed by the tablecloth; the gesture is innocent enough until his hand starts to slowly glide up, his fingers inching closer and closer to your core, leading you to grab his hand and push it off your thigh while shooting him a look.

“channie, not now, we’re in public,” you murmur, but the idea of him teasing you under the table in front of all your friends simultaneously turns you on, and you feel a gush of arousal leak into your lace panties. chan leans in to whisper in your ear, his breath tickling your lobe as he says, “but you look so pretty, baby. i bet you’re wet now too, because we both know you’re just a little slut who needs to be fucked no matter where we are.” to everyone else at the table, it looks like he’s just whispering sweet nothings in your ear especially given his sweet smile, when in reality he’s telling you all the filthy things he wants to do to you right now.

his warm hand returns to your lap, this time cupping your pussy through your thin panties, and you have to swallow down a moan as his fingers gently press down on your entrance, immediately feeling your juices soak a wet patch into the lacy fabric. “see? you’re so wet for me, baby,” he rasps in your ear before placing a sweet kiss on your cheek, “let me make you feel good, hm? but remember—you have to be quiet, or i’ll stop.” you sigh quietly in pleasure, spreading your thighs further apart to make more room for his hand as his fingers push your panties to the side, tracing gentle but firm circles on your throbbing clit. meanwhile, you’re trying your best to pretend nothing’s wrong, continuing your conversation with vernon as a small smirk tugs at chan’s lips from how hard you’re trying to not give anything away.

you jolt when chan unexpectedly pushes a finger into you knuckle-deep, your warm walls immediately fluttering around his digit before he adds a second finger. he bites down on his lip to suppress a groan upon feeling how wet your are, your juices practically leaking out of you as he starts pumping his fingers, and you have to hope that no one else can hear the faint squelching from between your legs. “you’re doing so well, baby,” chan whispers, “and you feel so good too. shit, i can’t wait to take you home so i can fuck your pretty pussy nice and hard, just the way you like it.” his words elicit a small whimper from you as more slick gushes from you, but then there is a sudden emptiness as chan pulls his fingers out of you, the tips of them hovering by your entrance but not moving one bit. “what did i say, sweetheart?” he says when you give him a desperate look, “be quiet, or i’ll stop and leave you needy for my fingers and cock.”

you nod meekly, and chan smiles at your obedience before his fingers push into you again, this time pumping into you with more force as his thumb finds your clit to rub it. the sensations have you gripping your fork with a vice grip, your knuckles turning white as you do everything in your power to not moan out loud. “so fucking good for me,” chan says, “such a naughty slut, letting me finger your tight little pussy under the table in front of everyone. do you secretly want to get caught, hm? want everyone to know how much of a slut you are for me, don’t you?” you let out a shaky breath, hips rocking against his fingers to chase your orgasm when he suddenly curls them against your g-spot, causing you to let out a squeak on accident before covering it up with a cough.

“are you okay? you don’t look like you’re doing very well,” vernon says with a frown, to which you smile shakily and lie about choking on your food as chan continues playing with your pussy under the table, his fingers ruthlessly pounding into you while your walls clamp down around them. as you stutter out a somewhat convincing lie to the others, you feel the knot in your stomach tighten as your orgasm approaches, your thighs closing around chan’s hand while he keeps up with his ministrations. but right before you can cum, he pulls his soaked fingers out of you and pulls your panties back into place before giving your sensitive pussy a few pats. “i was so close…” you murmur to him with glassy eyes, to which he coos and presses a soft kiss to your jaw. “i know, baby, i know. i promise i’ll fuck you good when we get home, but for now, be my good slut and be patient. you can do that, right? anything for your reward, yeah?”

I AM SO UNWELL I WANT HIM SO BAD — admin lily

[thomasschabot]

c’s deli!!!

besties! i’m back! never thought i would be but i’m grateful. i wanted to do a fun little writing thing to celebrate (can i even say that?) my return. so without further ado, welcome to c’s deli! step up to the counter and order as many sandwiches as your heart desires, and don’t be afraid to come back for more on your next lunch break!

examples of how to order at end of post :)

pastrami on rye: a classic sandwich that has so much potential, just like tropes! ordering a pastrami on rye allows you to pick any trope under the sun (just make sure you let the chef know which one!)

veggie delight on flatbread: a refreshing break from meat-loaded delicatessen sandwiches of decades past, it’s almost like it’s from another universe. a veggie delight on flatbread guarantees an au! again, just make sure you specify

cured salami on white: white bread is beyond fluffy, and so is this request! add a cured salami on white to your order to ensure there’s sufficient fluff, and feel free to include plotlines, dialogue, or just general vibes

cold cut combo on whole wheat: a somewhat disappointing sandwich when not done right... but it’s good for the agnst! make sure to grab this for your order if you want a little sad tug on your heartstrings. again, go into as much detail as you’d like (or not!)

house special on pumpernickel: aren’t feeling particularly fussy about what you get on your sandwich? just ask for a house special on pumpernickel and get whatever it is i’m feeling at the time!

build your own sandwich: nothing on the menu really tickling your fancy? that’s more than okay. order a build your own and include as many details as you’d like :)

the final step is giving a name for the order so the chef knows whose sandwich belongs to them! please don’t give me your personal information (i feel like that breaches the sacred rules of internet anonymity) but who you’d like all the sandwiches for. a finished request should go a little like this:

pastrami on rye and a cured salami on white for ryan graves, rivals-to-lovers with a cute confession

cold cut combo on whole wheat for matthew tkachuk where one person is falling out of love with the other

house special on pumpernickel for nico hischier

a build your own sandwich for joel farabee, home-opener vibes

this might make no sense, but i hope it does and that the examples help! i’m really looking forward to this and just hanging out with you all for a bit while i get back into the swing of things <3

nb: this was absolutely inspired @/ddejavvu and their most recent celebration. i’m not smart enough to come up with this on my own lmao

[magma-queen]

Happy Birthday Kid (Hardenshipping)

BOOM! Surprise bestie! Here I come with a little surprise to celebrate the special day! I'm sending you lots of love and happy wishes! Take care and Happy Birthday! 

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to You~” Archie sang to himself as he mixed the cake batter up, dividing the contents into two separate pans with a satisfying huff. “Happy Birthday Dear Kiddo, Happy Birthday To You~ There! Aye, Maxie! Whatcha think?”

Maxie walked in from the back, a small smile pulling on his lips at the sight of the pans. “Perfect. And we’ve still got plenty of time before they get here. Make sure to put them in the oven soon, Archie.”

“Now dearie, I know how to make a cake!” Archie rolled his eyes warmly as he placed the tins inside the oven. “I made that fancy one for our anniversary that one time? That upside down pineapple cake?”

“Oh yes- the one that got stuck to the pan. Tell me: did you remember the parchment paper this time?” Maxie asked, amused as Archie went from confident to nervous- eyes widening as he looked at the cake. “Erm- I- lemme check-

“It’s alright- I already lined the pans.” Maxie informed him before Archie could go looking, making the sailor turn with a look of mild annoyance. “I had a feeling you were gonna forget again. That’s okay though- baking’s not everyone’s strong suit.”

“Ooooo! That’s it! You’re walking the plank!” Archie roared playfully, darting forward and grabbing Maxie’s sides, squeezing gently and earning a surprised squeal from him. “Ah! Ahhehahahhahaaha! A-Ahahahhahaharchie! Wahahhahahait! The cahahahahake!”

“What about it? You said we have plenty of time before it’s ready!“

“DihihihIhihihihid yohohohohou tuhuhuhuhurn ohohohohohon thehehehe oveheheheh?”

“Oh?….Oh! Did I?” Archie turned, releasing Maxie momentarily to check. “Wait- of course it’s on! Why you- Ghahhahahahhahahahahahahaha!”

“Revenge, love!” Maxie grinned evilly as he tickled back, easily bringing Archie to his knees.

~~~

You yawned as you dragged yourself up the steps to your apartment, a day full of trainers and random Pokémon encounters leaving you feeling drained and sleepy. Beside you, your Pokémon was the opposite, bouncing around in excitement as you finally reached your door.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you some berries when we get inside.” You smiled as you unlocked the door, going inside.

The first thing you saw was how dark everything was. And then-

“SURPRISE!!!!” Archie’s booming voice rang out as the lights came on, earning a surprised squeal out of you. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY (Y/N)!!!” Archie and Maxie cheered, Sharpedo and Numel cooing from there spots beside them. The room was decorated in party decorations, balloons in your favorite colors hanging by. In Maxie’s arms was a large, slightly misshapen cake, a charmingly messy scrawl of “Happy Birthday kid!” Written in big letters upon it.

“What…you two did this…all for me?” You asked, eyes welling up with joyful tears as Archie gathered you up, squeezing you tightly with a laugh as Maxie put the cake down, hugging you as well. “Of course we did! Hope ye didn’t mind us busting in, we found the spar key.”

“More like I found the spar key- Archie was gonna try and wiggle through the window.” Maxie rolled his eyes affectionately, earning a giggle from you. “With all due respect love, I don’t think you’d fit with all that brawn.”

“Oi! I definitely would have fit!” Archie declared, eyeing the window. “If it…well- if the window wasn’t in the way, probably.”

The three of you laughed as Archie set you down, letting Maxie get a proper hug as he greeted your Pokémon. “Happy Birthday, (Y/N). I hope today brings you lots of joy.”

“Thanks guys.” You smiled and squeezed him back.

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FHRVRDGSHSHDNFKCK I LOVE YOU. THANK YOU FOR THIS WONDERFUL SURPRISE ❤️❤️

The thing is, my dad kind of ruined this morning for me, so this really means a lot to me ❤️❤️❤️ You didn’t have to do this for me! 🥺 you made my day so much better, luv! you’re a sweetie! Thank you so much for being such a wonderful friend!!

[ellewords]

Hi Elle! How you doin'?😁 Okay... I'm gonna write the brainrot now. I never know how to start writing or talking...

"Put on a little more makeup! You wanna sweep him off his feet or not?!" Your best friend says, while filing their nails.

"I don't want to coat my face with this much makeup! It's daytime!" You say while looking at the mirror, checking if you need something else to be done. They shrug, "Point... and besides, I think you already swept him off his feet."

You both chuckle. You still can't believe that a tornado named Nishinoya asked you out. I mean, you've always admired him. His confidence, his personality... yeah you've had a tinyyy little bit of crush on him. But you never expected him to notice someone quiet and "unnoticeable" like you, let alone take you out.

But here you are, getting ready for a date with him.

"Do you know where he's taking you?" Your bestie asks. You shake your head, "No. He said he wanted to keep it a surprise-"

Your doorbell rings. And your phone pinged, indicating that Nishinoya is here. You and your bestie frantically run out of the room, double checking if anything is missing. Then you go and open your door, to find him standing at your door.

"Hi!" He says with a thousand watts smile on his face. He's wearing casual clothes, and carrying a backpack. His hands are behind his back. You smile at him, "Hi there..."

"This is for you." He brings out a bouquet of various kinds of flowers he was holding behind his back. It looks like he arranged it himself. A little disheveled, but adorable. You mutter a soft "Thanks" and put the bouquet in a vase near your door. He sees your best friend and wave at them, then asks you, "Shall we?"

You nod. He offers his arm to you, you take it. Your bestie says to him, "Bring her back before curfew! And no kissing!" You turn around to glare at them. You look at Nishinoya and give him an awkward smile. He smiles and take you to the date.

He is walking with you, your hand on the crook of his elbow. You are wondering where he is taking you. Then after a while, he takes you to a park. You look at him. Is he taking you for a picnic date? A little smile makes its way on your face. He sheepishly smiles at you, "Well, um... I know it's nothing like a fancy restaurant or something-" You stop him, "Hey, don't worry! I think it's really cute!"

He spreads a picnic blanket under a tree. You sit with him there, chatting over sandwiches and iced tea, getting to know each other. It felt amazing to see what he's like, outside the school boundaries. He's holding your pinky with his all the time. Looks like he's having a good time too. To be honest, it's a really cute date.

After a while, when you don't have anything else to ask or share, you start to stare at the playground where some children are playing with swing sets, slides and see-saw. It's been a really long time since you played with those. A small, wistful sigh escapes from your lips. He looks at where you're staring. A mischievous smile creeps up on his face. He asks you, "Do you want to play there?" You look at him and blink, "Aren't we a bit too old for this, Noya-kun?" He shrugs, "Maybe... maybe not. If you want to play, we should definitely play. After all, you live only once."

You look at the playground, then at him. You smile, "Okay." His smile broadens. He takes your hand and pull you towards the playground, while you laugh.

You never imagined that you'd have your first date like this... but you know what, you would never change this for anything.

Good night, Elle. Take care 😘

— from elle ! the thought of noya arranging the flowers himself is just so pure and wholesome bec while he seems like the type to just go “ ooooh pretty ! ”, he could also just look up the meanings of each flower and that just makes me soft ;-; and a picnic date?? literally would love to go one one so the short scenario i’m adding (under the cut, as usual) is very self-indulgent. thank you for this, hope you are having the loveliest of days <33

“did you make these yourself?” you asked, taking a bite of one of the sandwiches that had been laid out. truth be told, you were rather surprised at the amount of effort that he made — especially on something like a first date. the flowers he brought, the food.

it was the perfect day out, white clouds scattered across the pale blue sky; it wasn’t too hot, a comforting warm that tickled your bare skin. the birds were chirping too, singing the sweetest of melodies as they perched on top the branches of the tree you and noya sat under. a light breeze blows between the two of you; nishinoya breathes it all in, smiling.

he genuinely can’t believe that this was happening, that he was out here spending the day with you. heart growing restless, a light blush on his cheeks, he remembers the way he practically ran to the gym the second you accepted the invitation to go out on a date with him. there was a grin on his face, the largest anyone had ever seen from him. he shouts at the top of his lungs, feet above the gyms floors as he raises his fists into the air, “yn agreed to go on a date with me!”

the gym erupted into a chorus of applause and cheers, happy for their libero. tanaka immediately engulfing him in a hug, “i told you yn would say yes, bro!”

“great. maybe now you’ll stop talking about yn all the time.”

that certainly wasn’t going to happen. not when you’re sitting in front of him, all radiant in the light of the sun. smile on your face as you looked at him, nishinoya hoped that flicker of emotion in your eyes was one of enjoyment. his palms are getting sweatier by the minute. he wants this to be perfect; no, he needed it to be. nishinoya’s too busy going through the checklist in his head of things he should be doing that it doesn’t even register that you had asked him a question.

“noya-kun, are you alright?”

he finally snaps out of his daze, blinking back at you with his head tilted to the side. the blush already present on his cheeks grows even redder, “i’m sorry, did you say something?”

you laughed, grateful that it seemed like he was actually much more nervous than you were, “it’s fine, i was just asking if you prepared all of this yourself.”

“oh, no, i didn’t.” nishinoya smiled, sheepish as a hand nervously rubbed the back of his neck, “i actually had tons of help from the team.”

you cooed, “noya-kun, you asked the team for help?”

“of course, i did.” he mumbled, picking one of the wildflowers that surrounded the blanket, “i wanted today to be perfect.”

your heart fluttered, your fingertips brushing against his as he hands you a flower, “another flower?”

“you’re right. this one’s not as pretty as you,” nishinoya spoke, placing the flower beside him on the the blanket, “was that too cheesy? sorry, i—-”

“no! no!” you interjected, voice much louder than he’s used to. your eyes are wide, wildly waving your hands out in front of him. it startled him for a few seconds but settles when you offer him a reassuring smile, “it’s perfect. all of this is perfect.”

at that moment, any amount of nervousness nishinoya felt completely disappeared. all he wanted now was to enjoy the day with you. and he did.

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[swords-and-serpents]

When the Dodo Met the Knight

A special fic written for my online bestie @the-rum-tum-hatter new Adventures in Wonderland OC's Dodo and Knight. I hope you enjoy!

The Dodo loved collecting things, especially anything that was shiny. So when he found a shining pearlecent sword half buried beneath the dirt he knew he had to take it back to his nest in the tallest tree of Tulgey Wood. The eerie quietness of the wood was calming to him and the only vistor he got on the regular was the cat, who whilst he found annoying along with most of the other residents of wonderland the cat would often gif Dodo with shiny gifts that he would appreciate. Although whenever Dodo would ask where the cat found the items he would laugh and vanish into thin air.

The nest was more like a house made out of twigs, after all you wouldn't like to be without a roof when it was raining cats and dogs in wonderland, you'd end up having many canines and felines following you which is not good for a bird.

Dodo placed the sword on a shelf between a gold pocket watch and a music box. The Dodo loved the music box. He turned the crank on the side of the box and music started to play. The dodo would dance around to the plinkity tinkity sound of the music box even though he was a terrible dancer, usually falling over his own feet or sometimes nothing at all. He often dreamed of sharing a dance with a prince like the princess inside his music box. However it was unlikely that he would ever find his prince.

The knight has been wandering through the endless pathways of Tulgey Wood. The wood itself was like a labyrinth, he felt like he's been here for hours looking for his dropped sword. He dropped it when he got a fright from the mischievious cats laughing which is made ten times creepier in the darkness of Tulgey Wood. He walked past the same tall tree that he felt like he had at least a hundred times by now when he could hear the faintest twinkling sound. The knight thought it could perhaps be fairies, but he realised that they might more enjoy the flowery glades and meadows and not gloomy, damp woods.

No, it sounded like it was coming from above him. Like in the trees. The knight looked up at the trees noticing that the tallest one had a twig house built onto the side of it. 'Maybe the person in that house knows about the wherabouts of my sword?' The knight thought to himself. 'But how would i climb all the way up there?' He realised half a second later. There were no branches that he could use to climb the tree. He checked to see if had anything he could use to climb the towering wooden beast. Only finding two arrows left in his quiver from his archery lessons earlier that day. He hoped that they wouldn't snap under his weight as he struck the first one into the trunk of the tree. The second one followed. The knight was successfully of the ground. But how long would it last.

The Dodo heard stange noises coming from outside his house. 'Thats strange, i'm usually the only one around these parts.' He thought. He opened the door and got temporarily blinded like when he sees a shiny crystal in the sunlight. Except this one was giant compared to the rest of his crystal collection. This crystal was taller than he was. And had a face. And was currently talking to him.

"I said Hello." The knight chuckled amused by the birds poor concentration. Dodo shook his head loosening a few grey feathers from beneath his yellow baseball cap, falling into his eyes and he proceeded to blow them out of his way. "Uh yes hello, hi. Uh. Can i help you?" The dodo stumbled over his words enamoured by the knight on his doorstep. He had ashy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes which sparkled like his favourite saphire jewels. "Yes. You see i lost something of mine earlier and i was hoping you would know where i could find it?"

Dodo felt his face burn red not only from the attractive man in standing in front of him but he had a feeling he knew what the knight was looking for and felt embarrassed that the knight which he so fancied would lose his trust in him.

"Uh yeah sure what is it?" The dodo asked.

"Well you see, i'm looking for a sword it has a quartz handle and an opal in the centre of the blade. I don't suppose you've seen anything like that lying around? After all, you must have amazing sight-seeing abilities." Said the knight. Dodo laughed nervously, half coming from the compliment he just recieved and the other covering up his increased panic. Dodo took a deep breath. "I think i found something earlier that was quite similar to what you described. Do you want to come inside?" He invited.

The knight saw the sword on the shelf where the dodo had placed it earlier. "You found my sword!" The knight beamed. "Well uh actually-" before the dodo could explain himself the knight wrapped him in a close hug. He then started to hear the knight giggle before pulling away. "Whats wrong?" The dodo asked upset to be pulled away from the hug. "Oh it's nothing, just your feathers were tickling my nose is all." The knight smiled. "Sorry." The dodo replied tucking the loose feathers back underneath his cap. "Its no bother. Really." The knight reasured.

The knight looked back over to the shelf and saw the music box. "My mother used to have a music box just like that one." He pointed to the box. "I remember how she would play the music and spin me around and pretend we were waltzing." The knight laughed softly at the fond memory. "I wish i could dance." The dodo said dissapointedly. "I can teach you. If you want?" The knight offered.

"Oh no it's fine honestly."

"No, it's only fair i give you something in return for finding my sword and if it shall be a dance lesson then a dance lesson you shall recieve."

The knight held the dodo in his arms, one resting on his shoulder the other on his waist. The knight then turned the crank on the music box letting the gentle music play. The knight slowly moved back and forth around the room whilst the dodo tried to keep up with the knight. He looked at his feet not just to stop him from tripping but to stop the blush that would most likely appear on his face if he had to look at the knight whilst holding him like this.

Dodo wasn't paying attention and he suddenly got spun around. He tripped over his shoelaces and found his way to the floor. The knight bent down to help him. "Are you okay?" He asked, reaching out a hand. "Yes i'm fine, thank you." Dodo grabbed his hand and was pulled up by the knight. They stood awkwardly looking at each other until the knight broke the silence. "Well um. Thank you again for, you know finding my sword." He said seemingly lost for words. "I'm sorry for taking it in the first place." Replied the dodo. The knight looked at him confused. "I took your sword to add to my collection of shiny things, see." Dodo pointed towards the shelves covered in different coloured rocks, crystals and other shiny knicknacks. "Well here." The knight handed Dodo the sword. The dodo stuttered and stumbled over his words, trying to tell the knight he couldn't take the sword. "No no, i insist. After all that sword is no good for fighting with the quartz and opal it's too delicate to use and i wouldn't want to ruin it."

He closed the dodo's hands around the sword. "I know you can keep it safe for me, silly goose." The knight said affectionately.

Before the dodo could make a complaint the knight kissed him softly on the lips. Making the dodo's words leave his tongue and making his brain fizz with excitement.

They pulled apart reluctantly but still smiled at eachother. "I hope to one day be part of your collection." Said the knight as he and the dodo leaned back in for another kiss.

[cagemph]

Bts Would You Rather 3!

Here is another one, since I kind of like doing these for people. And I of course love to see what peoples choices are and they could let their own followers choose which option they would like to ask for! Anyways please do repost this and reshare this and tell me which you would choose out of each one! Happy choosing!!

Be Taehyungs girlfriend but you can't tell anyone or hangout in public or be Jungkooks girlfriend but the whole world knows?

Accidentally expose Hoseoks nudes or accidents send a nude to Jimin?

Have kids with Yoongi but they are someone else's or marry Hoseok but never have kids?

Get stuck in a room with sleepy Yoongi or be stuck in a elevator with sweaty Namjoon?

Be with Jin but the rest of the members don't like you or Jungkook is in love with you but you don't love him back?

Be enemies with Jungkook or be enemies with Taehyung?

Be in a relationship with Jimin but never see you family again or never see or Bts ever again?

Fight with Jimin all the time while your dating or date Yoongi but he rarely comes home and rarely calls/texts you?

Risk your life to save Namjoon or Hoseok risk his life to save you?

Go to jail for stalking Jin or Hoseok dump you for another girl?

Meet Hoseok on the streets but he is rude or see Taehyung on the streets only for a split second?

Marry Jungkook but he doesn't love you or marry Taehyung but you don't love him?

Have Bts disband and never make music again or forget Bts forever?

Coffee date with Hoseok or ice cream date with Taehyung?

Selca with Namjin or selca with Jikook?

Sleepover with Jin or day at home with Namjoon?

Be Jimins boyfriend but only call/FaceTime each other due to quaratine or have Jungkook as your boyfriend but you live in the same house and you have the virus?

Be Jimins best friend or be Yoongis little sister?

Video call with Jungkook once everyday for a week or spend a whole day with Hoseok?

Carnival with Namjoon or beach day with Taehyung?

Have Jin pick you up from school or have Jungkook go with you as your prom date?

Kiss Namjoon but never see or kiss him again or go on a date with Yoongi but never see him again?

Horseback riding with Taehyung or Bicycle riding with Jungkook?

Jin sing for you or be feed by Jimin?

Movies with Sope or walk around town with Jinmin?

Date night with Yoongi once a week or movie night with Hoseok once a week?

Watch the sunrise with Jimin or watch the sunset with Taehyung?

Get coffee from Jin or get flowers from Jimin?

Selfies with Taehyung or get a video message from Hoseok?

Cuddle with Taehyung or eat junk food with Jin?

Be in a photoshoot with Hoseok or with Yoongi?

Come home late to a upset Yoongi or come home late to a angry Jimin?

Do a cute photoshoot with Namjoon or do a Gucci photoshoot with Taehyung?

Start a food fight with Yoongi or start a food eating competition with Jin?

Kiss Yoongis forehead or kiss one of Namjoons dimples?

Have Hoseok as your dance teacher or you be Jungkooks english teacher?

You offer any food Yoongi likes to him or Jimin offers you a Chimmy plushie?

Be part of Jungkooks family or be one of Hoseoks best friends?

Watch anime with Jimin or read comic books with Taehyung?

Take a walk in the park with Taekook or have a slumber party with Yoonmin?

Get a romantic statement from Hoseok or have Namjoon make a romantic song about you?

Have a pool party with Jimin or have a beach party with Taehyung?

Be best friends with Jin or be a cousin to Yoongi?

Get a chance to meet Jungkook at a restaurant or get a chance to meet Jin on the streets?

Take Hoseok home to meet your parents or have Yoongi take you home to meet his parents?

Get lifetime passes to every Bts fansign or hangout with all the members backstage only for 3 hours?

Have Jungkook as your PE teacher or have Namjoon as your math teacher?

Have Jin as your supportive best friend or have Jimin as your teasing bestie?

Give Taehyung a back hug or let Jimin give you a back hug?

Comfort Jimin due to people controlling his life or Hoseok comfort you due to you having stress?

Get tickled by Jin or poke Yoongis cheeks?

Spend 3 days with the rap line or spend 3 days with the vocal line?

Live with Jimin for one month or live with the rest of the members other than your bias?

Go camping with Taehyung or go to the beach with Yoongi?

Have Hoseok buy you cute gifts or have Jin buy you food at any fancy restaurant?

See fireworks with Taehyung or take a walk on the beach with Jimin?

Wear one of Jungkooks sweaters or wear one of Taehyungs necklaces?

Get a chance to talk to Hoseok or get a chance to dance with Jungkook?

Spend a day with YoonJin or spend a day with Jihope?

Take a photo of Taehyung or Jungkook take a photo of you?

Go to a amusement park with Jin or go to a art museum with Namjoon?

Share a hotel room with a random member (by rock paper scissors) or share a hotel room with all of the members?

Be able to attend every single music video shooting as their best friend or go to every single event with them but your bias is your boyfriend?

Make Yoongi cry or make Hoseok mad?

Wear one of Jimins rings or wear one of Jungkooke hoodies?

Model with Jin or be a actor/actress with Taehyung?

Wear Jimins clothes in public or let Namjoon steal one of your clothes?

French kiss with Namjoon or get a peck on the lips from Taehyung?

You scare Jungkook or Jimin scare you?

Watch kdrama with Namjoon or watch anime with Taehyung?

Get your blood drained from Vampire Namjoon or get killed by physcopath Yoongi?

Have Jimin wink at you and wave to you or have Jungkook hold your hand?

Give candy to kids with the maknae line or go trick or treating with the hyung line?

Have a horror movie marathon with the vocal line or go to a halloween party with the rap line?

Get flowers from Namjoon or get homemade food made by Jin?

Hug your bias or hug your bias wrecker?

Be trapped in a cabin with all the members, all of the members are possessed except you and your bias or be trapped with bts for one night and your bias is possessed by a demon?

Save your bias or save the rest of the members except your bias?

Explore a abandoned building at night with Hoseok or go through a haunted house with Jimin?

Steal candy from Jungkook or Jimin steal candy from you?

Again, please do reshare this as much as you can! I would really love to see your reaponses on this! Thank you and I love you all so much! I hope you enjoy it as well and happy choosing! 💜

[k-fiction-therapy]

Into The Night (Version 5 - Hyungwon)

Moodboard by Admin Scar

Starring: Chae Hyungwon & Reader

Includes: Vampire!AU, Night Life & Vague TB References

Rating: 18+

~*.*..*“It was just supposed to be a night out, but this...this was a night in hell--and how beautiful the devil was.”*..*.*~

A/N: Hello, all! This is the fifth installment of “Into the Night”, a series that highlights seven very different Vampire!AU stories, each involving a different member of Monsta X as the main male lead. <3 I hope you enjoy them. I have been obsessed with Vampires since I was a child, and my attraction to them only grows the older I get~ I do hope that my take on these different vampire tropes tickles your fancy as it has mine.

Version 1 - Shownu

Version 2 - Wonho

Version 3 - Minhyuk

Version 4 - Kihyun

Version 5 - Hyungwon

Version 6 - Jooheon

Version 7 - Changkyun

Asks Open for Feedback, Comments, Kudos and Thoughts. <3

             Dust settled in your bones as you unpacked boxes in the living area of your new house, the layout open, making the home look far bigger than it actually was. Eyes traveling over the furnishings, you found yourself with a bittersweet taste in your mouth. You remembered that moving out on your own represented independence and new opportunities, it also shed light on the things that life had ripped from you—the very things that pushed you to move in the first place. In the dust and peeking sun rays that dotted the tops of marked boxes your memories were written; forcing you to take a moment’s pause.

              He had run into the arms of someone else as if he had loved them all his life, crushing your heart beneath his heel. You could have strangled him to death for what he had done to you, but despite the pain he caused you and the knife he put in your back, you still kept his clothes and smelled them while you sobbed as if you were in grief of a wondrous love lost. He was poison, but damn did the apple taste so sweet. He had another heart to mangle, and you were left with no one. You felt utterly alone, and regardless of your best friend telling you that you were a ‘catch’ and that they would help you ‘get back out there’, you still felt the pangs of hopelessness tug on your broken heart.

              Sighing, you dropped down into your floor and leaned against the couch, your legs crisscrossing comfortably. The wind pushed from you, and particles burst from the vintage cushions, the sofa groaning as if it were commiserating with you. You couldn’t allow yourself to wallow. What good did it do? None. What would it heal? Nothing. Perhaps you should take your friend’s advice and get back out there—but where would you go?

              A club had been suggested, only about a half hour train ride from where you lived, but the notion made you laugh. It wasn’t that you were against clubs, it’s just that you weren’t exactly up to the task of being thrust into such a physical environment. Truth be told, you weren’t exactly the club-goer, and when you thought of awkwardly gyrating on the dance floor, you wanted to facepalm. If you were already embarrassed of yourself, how did you expect to manage actually doing it?  

              Your phone chiming broke your concentration, and you quickly picked it up, secretly hoping it was a Snap from your bestie, goading you into attending tonight—but what you got was a social media notification…for him. You had forgotten that you had tapped that bell, that every time he posted, you were going to see it—and there they were, arm in arm, lips close and eyes lovingly focused on one another. You could have crushed your phone, a tear rolling down your cheek. Anger became you, and you quickly unfollowed him, closing your phone before dropping it onto the couch behind you. Forcing air from your nose, you cracked—

“You know what? Fuck it. Let’s go.”

                                                    ***************

              The night was cold, and with you scantily dressed, the warm color of the pink neon was doing nothing to stop the chill of your exposed skin. You walked down the sidewalk towards the blacked-out doors of club ₩onder, your best friend by your side, stumbling a bit as they fixed their makeup in a compact; and you found yourself curious of where they were going to stash it, sure it would leave an odd shape in those spandex hot-pants. Honestly, the thought of it gave you a much-needed laugh.

              Prodding you because you were laughing, they knocked against your arm and smiled wide, locking fingers with you to pull you along, quickly moving into the line. Glancing to the other patrons, you felt immediately out of place. Black leather, lace, and chokers galore, you swore you had stumbled onto the Gothic underground. Honestly, you weren’t dressed badly, but you felt like you should have been warned so that you could have worn black and blended in—no one likes to stick out because they’re one blue smudge in a sea of ash.

              “You should have told me it was a bondage club, I would have dressed the part.” You whispered to your companion, leaning close to them, your ass perked and back arched, catching the attention of the bouncer, who did his part to move the line along.

              “₩onder is not a bondage club, it’s…artistic.” Your friend said, waving a hand.

              “There’s literally someone in a leather puppy mask, and another with a horse tail butt plug.” You gestured towards a few people not far up in the line from where you stood. Honestly, the horse tail had you mesmerized, but you found yourself wondering if they straightened, or brushed it. It looked so soft as it moved, perfectly contrasting the rubber tail of the puppy a few spots further up the line. Said puppy was on all fours, moving their hips back and forth obediently, making their tail wag, as their master gripped a leather leash and gently pet their snout, making cute little sounds pour from their lips. A part of you found it oddly cute, and you might have smiled, but you couldn’t shake the scene.

              “Come on. Keep an open mind!” Your bestie said, swatting at your arm playfully, before winking, “—or would you rather go home to your vibrator?”

              “Hey, don’t bring Kai into this!” You could have put them in a headlock, but someone here might have taken it the wrong way. They just deserved a punch for saying something like that out loud. So embarrassing–you might have been blushing, but your layers of makeup saw to it that it didn’t see the light of day.

              “I can’t believe you named it that.” They rolled their eyes so dramatically that you swore you heart them turn in their head, “You’re so sad.”

              You wrinkled your brows and shook your head, gesturing to the line and towards the club, though the volume of your voice didn’t raise. You didn’t want to call attention to yourself, “You are the one that is looking for love in a place like this—”

              “Oh, I’m not looking for love. Unless it’s thick, and deep…Mmf.” They said, running a hand down their front, giving a half-hearted, trashy body roll. You laughed behind your hand, but they didn’t stop there, moving their ass like a bitch scorned, “You should stop thinking about ‘marriage’ and ‘eternity’, and all that shit. Focus on the here and now.” Their fingers pointed to the ground before they made an obscene gesture, tongue in their cheek, “You need to get laid.”

              “Well, that’s your opinion—” Crossing your arms, you looked away, pretending to scan the place, mostly because you didn’t want to talk about it anymore. It wasn’t that you were sensitive about your lack of recent carnal vocation, but rather because you felt like the odd one out for not jumping on the first cock you saw.

              “Mhm. The right one. Fill up your empty hole.” They twitched a finger back and forth, grinning from ear to ear.

              “Why are we friends?” You huffed.

              “Shut up, you love me.”

              The bouncer moved a hand from side to side, gesturing for you both to move forward. He was a tall man, and quite dense in muscle. His shirt was rather tight, and he seemed perpetually flexed, waiting for someone to pick a fight with him. There was a real masculinity that radiated from him that made you feel both safe and terribly insecure at the same time. Checking your IDs, he waved you in, taking a moment to roll his eyes down the line of your spines—and it sent uncomfortable shivers across your bare shoulders as you pushed into the place.

              Pulsing with rhythmic pop and dance music, ₩onder truly looked like an undulating mass of Gothic intrigue, the mass of people making it hard to tell where one ended and the other began. Trying to get into the swing of the place, you wound through people, keeping as close to your friend as you could, heading for the bar. Looking over the drink list, you wrinkled your brows—they were all named after blood types and the like.

              Glancing to your companion, who had already ordered and was smelling their drink curiously, you assumed it was just witty word play, and ordered a “O+ Passion”, which was handed to you in a crystal glass, and was as deep red as the night was black. You sniffed at the rim of the glass, the copper bloom of the liquor filling your nose, making your eyes water. What the hell. Taking a drink, you immediately spit it back into the glass, trying to do so behind your hand so as not to offend anyone, especially the bartender.

              You felt as if the liquid had stained your teeth, so you licked furiously at them, feeling as if a film had been permanently placed atop your canines. What an odd drink. Turning to the dance floor, you glanced up to make sure no one had seen you—and over the crowd, from the front of the room, eyes like pale-blue, lavender ice gripped you, cutting straight to your heart. Plush tiers of rose down, and porcelain skin held your gaze, making you shake where you stood—you were lucky you hadn’t dropped your drink in awe.

              He must have been many meters from you, across the dance floor, but he felt like he was standing right in front of you. Seated in a baroque style throne atop a pedestal, white yet reflecting pink from the lights of the club, he exuded power and dominant sensuality. His legs were as long as you could see, and his arms matched, hands resting delicately, and fingers flexed. He was somehow the most dominantly severe and beautifully soft thing you had ever seen in your entire life. A fire lit within you, and suddenly, you needed to know him at the deepest parts of your soul—to have him fill you with all that he was, and use you as he liked; twist you into a gorgeous pretzel.

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              On your knees in front of him, like King and peasant, your back arched, chest heaving as it begged for him, his energy having taken you over, as if his power was wrapping around your nerves and guiding them to act. You didn’t know how you got here—you didn’t remember walking to him, and you certainly couldn’t recall kneeling as if he were your king. You didn’t feel in control of your faculties, much less your own limbs, and when your lips peeled open, your primal desires dripped from your tongue.

              “Tell me…why are you here, mortal?” The male didn’t speak, not one word, but his voice was so loud in your mind that it made your ears ring. His eyes never left you, their intent obvious in the shift of color within their spreading iris.

              “I want you to take me…” You said aloud, and no one in the room seemed the wiser. Your friend, lost to the crowd, was bleeding from major pulse points, being fed on by multiple patrons who had ensnared them, their body shaking in orgasmic death, clawing for release on the dance floor, the sound of the music drowning out the sound of their voice.

              “You want to be mine? Hm?” His hand lifted, grazing the long earring in his left ear before trailing down over the layered lace choker he wore, the top a glinting silver that read “Appelle-Moi”, the necklaces beneath it falling down his chest, accentuating perfect skin as it dipped into a low shirt. The veining of his skin was like a sensual road map, and each time your eye caught sight of a new shade of blue, it trembled. Soaked.

               “Take me.” You whimpered, your lips remaining open as if held by strong fingers.

              “Obedient slave, I like that.” He nodded, and smiled, but his lips formed no shape, “…Call me ‘Master Hyungwon’. Say it.” He commanded, his mental tone deeper and quite a bit more even than before. You shook as you remained still, his lips peeling apart slowly, showing long fangs, making you quake with pleasure at just the sight. How had this happened to you? Kneeling and wet, you begged for him.

              “Master…Hyungwon…” You croaked.

              “Mmnn…Good…” He lifted his chin and raised an arm, pointing off towards a velvet covered doorway to the left of where his throne sat, “Go. Through there. Crawl.”

              “Yes, Master Hyungwon.”

                                                  ***************

              Hand fisted in what he could grip of your hair, bare hips forced against your tear-streaked face, your throat taking his cock as deep as it would as he face-fucked you, your nose hitting soft pubic hair with each strike of that thickened head to the depths of your slender esophagus. The glide made your throat bulge visibly, but he only pushed deeper, breathing heavily through his nose, thrusting himself harshly, the welcoming muscles enveloping him, making your eyes roll back in your head and your gag reflex act up.

              Snarling, he kept himself controlled, but his hips jerked back and forth several times vigorously before he pulled from your throat, saliva stringing from your mouth to his girth, the thick of the veined member bobbing in the dense air of the room. Staring down at you, he brought your face forward once more, rubbing the mushroomed, red head against the shape of your lips, swirling the glistening precum against your mouth.

              Your lids fluttered open at the feeling of that cock against your lips, a submissive expression taking you as you stared up at him, opening your mouth slowly, your tongue slipping forward to press to the thick underbelly of that girth, the tip flicking, silently begging for more. Hyungwon licked the expansive curvatures of his lips, bringing the hand that had once been in your hair forward, gently petting over your crown, “…Mm…so hungry…” He finally spoke aloud, though it was no more than a whisper, and as he watched you, his lean abdominal muscles flexed visibly, making you feel weak. Your hands ran down your thighs and you moved your head forward, that thick tip popping into your mouth, and he gave a moment’s pause just to watch you before gripping the back of your skull a second time, slamming his cock into your mouth once more, arching to keep it deep, “A-ahh…suck…harder.”

              You found yourself unable to defy him, even with the painful stretch of your throat nearly taking over your ability to breathe. His hips moving again, he would roll them, starting a slow, hard rhythm, grunting deeply from how you stimulated him. Picking up the pace, he snarled, gripping your hair a second time, this time harder than prior, fucking your throat as if he was a man starved. Your nails dug into your thighs and you tried to keep yourself stable, tears rolling over your cheekbones, the stretch nearly too much.

              “A-ah, I’m close. Yeah, just like that.” He groaned lewdly, his head tipping back and body tensing hard as he chased his orgasm, “Fuck…” Jerking his hips forward a handful more times until he slammed himself deep and stilled, shooting thick, immense, cum into that throat, against your nasal passage and second gag reflex, the white fluid forced from your nose, your throat spasming around his throbbing girth, which pulsed hard against your tongue.

              You closed your eyes tightly until he pulled back, popping free of your lips once more, cum flooding from your bottom lip, dripping from your chin and covering the bottom half of your face. You stared up at him, messy and broken in the most beautiful of ways, used by the vampire for his more carnal needs, you had somehow found yourself feeling far more alive. Staring up at him again, you knew that your pants were soaked from your own arousal, and you wiggled in your spot a bit, whining needily.

              Dropping a hand down, he would tip your chin up, staring at you, his fingers slicking with his own seed, though he kept your face level, staring down at you, “Mm…You listen so well. I’ll keep you around for a while…use you for blood…and sex…” He bit his lip slowly, letting his teeth drag from the plush of his bottom tier, “…you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

              You couldn’t help but nod, the sound of the club outside the curtains still pulsing with music, the other patrons none the wiser that your face had just been fucked senseless. Drowned in his power, you wanted him, and you wouldn’t dare think of leaving his side, or disobeying, so you merely answered, “Yes, Master Hyungwon. I would very much like that.”

              Dropping a hand, he would hook a finger in the choker you wore, pulling you up as if you were leashed. Staring into your eyes, he bore his teeth at you, and you could feel your blood pulse as if it were begging for him to drain you, and in many ways, it was. You knew he could so easily kill you—and one day, he just might. You swallowed hard, your throat moving against the finger that pressed against it. You had never felt more alive than with this undead King, never more full in heart and mind. He hissed through his teeth, hungry for more of you—every inch.

              “Alright…then together we shall become entwined, deep…

              …Into the night.”

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