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[wosospacegirl]

Stuck with you - part 15

Summary: Y/n’s used to Alexia’s overprotectiveness and the pressure of her career, but Kika? The shy, socially awkward teammate who’s starting to make her feel things she didn’t expect.

Warnings: Kika and Y/n are flirting and for the first time, it doesn't feel awkward <3

Word count: 5.3k

a/n: hii, this will be my last post (writing) for a few days, I'm going on a small writing break, but I hope to be back this weekend!

..

When Y/n and Kika left the stadium, it was like everything between them had changed.

It was a bit weird, going from being teammates to being… something else entirely in less than a few hours. But it felt right, somehow, like it was meant to be.

Hours before, Y/n couldn't even look at Kika without thinking her brain had stopped working, and now Kika was holding her hand as she showed Y/n around the streets of Lisbon, as if they were on a date, as if it was a normal thing, as if they were a couple.

"I have to come back to the hotel tonight," Y/n told Kika as she cleaned the crumbs of Pastéis de Belém from her lap. "Everybody's taking the same flight back to Madrid."

Kika had taken her to this pretty shop–it had a blue building facade, and it said it had been selling pastéis de belém since 1837. 

Y/n looked at it, mesmerised, as Kika talked with the woman at the counter, asking for some coffee to go with it.

Y/n didn't miss the way Kikas' hand never stopped holding her, not until they had found themselves a comfortable table outside.

They were sitting right outside of the shop, eating pastéis de belém while Y/n drank her hot (black) coffee, burning her tongue on the way,  while Kika had hot chocolate.

Kika was talking about how many times she had been at that same shop, but, for some reason, the chocolate was even sweeter now.a

She winked, and Y/n flushed, but not enough for Kika to notice. At least, she hoped so. 

As Y/n felt a warm breeze hitting her face, she noticed how she had enjoyed being in Portugal so far; that she enjoyed watching Kika being in her element, being in a place where she was the one showing her cool places instead of the other way around; being in a place where Kika dominated the language, the culture. 

Barcelona welcomed Kika as if it were her home, but Y/n knew nothing could replace the place where you grew up, nothing could compensate for the feeling of being around people who spoke the same language, experienced the same things, people who had the same understanding and background as you.

Y/n wondered what she could do to make Barcelona more of a home to Kika.

She took a sip of her coffee while Kika chewed on a pastél de belém; the people around them were talking fast about subjects that seemed both serious and frivolous at the same time, but Y/n couldn't understand it.

"You'll have to teach me some Portuguese," Y/n said finally.. "I know just a little bit."

"I'll teach you Portuguese if you teach me Spanish," Kika said back, leaning more into her chair. 

The sun was hitting her face perfectly, as if it was designed to shine bright on her. It was utterly unfair how someone could look that good with hot chocolate spilt on their collar and cinnamon powder on their cheeks. 

Y/n rolled her eyes as she brushed the cinnamon from Kika's cheek, who stopped eating mid-shew, watching Y/n with her brown eyes. "Come on, your Spanish and Catalan are great, you don't need any classes!"

Y/n pretended that touching Kika's cheek didn't make her thumb burn. She tried to be cool and casual about it.

Kika finished eating, then she looked around, leaning in,  her face close to Y/n.

"I'll do it if you'll be the teacher," she said in a low voice, clearly trying to sound smooth. 

"Wow, you know how to flirt," Y/n lifted her eyebrows. She wouldn't mind teaching Kika anything, and she meant that. 

"I do, yeah," Kika agreed, sounding a bit cocky. "But I wanna know how to flirt in Spanish too."

Y/n opened her mouth to speak, but Kika interrupted her. "And no, not the 'guapa' thing, I already know that one, I want something different, more unique."

Y/n put her pastéis de belém down in faux hurt. "Oh yeah? You never said guapa to me."

Kika hummed, putting her index finger on her chin. "You are right, sorry. Eres muy guapa," she said slowly, as if to make sure she got the words right. [You are very beautiful]

You smiled and took another bite of the pastél de belém. "Gracias, eres muy guapa también," you answered.  [Thank you, you are very beautiful too]

"How do I say that in Portuguese?" Y/n asked. "How can I say somebody is pretty?"

Kika thought for just a second. " Tu és linda," she said, but it was way too fast for Y/n to understand. 

Also, Y/n got confused whenever Kika talked; her lips always moved in such an embarrassingly seductive way that made Y/n forget the whole point of the conversation.

"Tu és li-nda?" Y/n repeated, sounding a bit unsure, trying to replicate the way Kika's mouth had said the sentence. "Ugh, I hate to sound stupid."

"Not stupid," Kika said, taking her hand and beginning to play with Y/n's fingers. "Be patient with yourself, go again. Tu és linda." She said more slowly this time, as if speaking every syllable perfectly.

"Tu és linda," Y/n said again, her gaze lingering on the way Kika had laced their pinkies together.

"Yes, congrats!" Kika smiled. "You know how to flirt in Portuguese, you ate pastéis de belém with some coffee–you are a proper Portuguese now."

Y/n didn't know what came over her, but seeing Kika sitting in front of her, her brown eyes looking so warm in the sunlight, her skin so beautiful and soft, her lips so kissable, it was like her brain was acting on impulse, but Y/n did it all almost premeditated.

She mimicked what Kika said moments before, leaning in towards her. 

She took Kika's hand in her own, watching her (long) fingers–she had some leftover black nail polish on, which looked pretty against her skin.

"Maybe I would be even more Portuguese if I started dating a Portuguese girl," Y/n said, not looking at Kika until the very last minute. "Don't you think?"

Now it was Kika's turn to be flushed. She looked at Y/n with her mouth slightly open, but then it turned into a grin.

"Did you ask me to take you here just so you could ask to be my girlfriend?" Kika tilted her head; she looked even more adorable now.

"Maybe I even locked both of us in the locker room so I could kiss you," Y/n said playfully, shrugging her shoulders. "Who knows?"

"You can't just beat my team in our own country and ask me to date you," Kika joked.

"Why?" Y/n asked, faux innocence in her voice. "Think of it as damage control."

Kika laughed, truly laughed. "How can you think that saying 'damage control' is something okay to do when you're asking somebody to be your girlfriend?"

"Because I know you," Y/n said, matter-of-factly ", and I knew you would laugh."

"Because you have a very good sense of  humour?"

"No, that's not on me," Y/n said. "You just laugh very easily. It's good–I like to see you smile."

"Okay, now you're being way too romantic," Kika said.

"I know, it's so different from the grumpy me, but I promise she'll come back. She's just happy to not be around football players all the time."

"So all you needed to do to lose your grumpiness was a vacation?" Kika asked.

"Vacations and…" Y/n took a second to continue, "...a Portuguese girlfriend, which you still haven't said yes to."

"I kind of like the grumpy you," Kika said. "If I say yes to being your girlfriend, will I lose her?"

"No," Y/n said. "As soon as I step foot in Spain again, I'll go back to my rules of no vulnerability, no talking about feelings, and no smiling at team pictures."

"Promise?" Kika gave you her pinky finger, which you intertwined.

"Promise," Y/n said. "You can't keep the cranky out of me."

"Good," Kika said. "I like you that way… that being said, yes, I want to be your girlfriend."

Y/n thought she was going to melt by the way Kika was looking at her, as if she liked her, as if there wasn't anywhere else she wanted to be but here.

"Great," Y/n said. "Girlfriends then."

"Yes," Kika said. "Namoradas, novias."

"I like all those words," Y/n said cheekily.

..

Turns out leaving your very new, very hot girlfriend behind wasn't as easy as Y/n thought it would be.

She had dated a girl before Kika, but she was rather obnoxious, so Y/n was even relieved whenever she left the house to go do something. 

But now with Kika, things were very different.

Y/n and Kika were sitting at the back of a white tram, watching as the city drifted by.

They were going through a very narrow street surrounded by old, yellow buildings that stood close together, creating a comfortable, cosy, and charming atmosphere in this part of the city.

Y/n didn’t know much about the history of Portugal, let alone Lisbon, but she could tell the area was very old. The bright colours gave it a fresh, modern look without taking away the details that made it so unique.

Kika's head was on her shoulder; she could feel her breath on her collarbone. She didn't mind how it tickled her skin, she wanted her warm air even closer.

"We're dating," Kika said, her cheek brushing against the fabric of Y/n's shirt. 

Y/n made a mental note to wear more cotton shirts if Kika was going to lie her head like that from now on, the fabric she was wearing was rough, and she didn't want Kika's cheek to get irritated.

"Yes," Y/n agreed, still looking out the window, seeing children with their grandmas and stray cats disappearing between the cracks of the buildings. "We are."

"I wanted to date you for a long time," Kika said, almost in a whisper, but Y/n could feel the way her lips were tugging into a smile.

"Yeah? Since when?" Y/n asked. "Tell me and then I'll tell you when I realised I liked you."

"I realised I liked you when I saw you arguing with Alexia once. I think it was my fourth or fifth time training with everybody," Kika said.

"Oh come on," Y/n said. "Really? Me fighting with Alexia? That's when you thought, 'Oh, I would really like to date this girl?'"

Kika laughed and pecked Y/n on the lips, which left Y/n a little bit dazed.

"Yes," Kika said. "Well, I was new and I didn't know much about the team, but I knew who Alexia was. I had never got a chance to talk to her before, and I thought she was going to be this dominant presence at training. I thought everybody respected her, but then I saw you rolling your eyes at something she said–"

"Oh, so you think disrespect is hot?"

Kika placed one finger on Y/n's lips, shutting her up. "Shh, let me finish, yeah?"

Y/n didn't like how she felt her whole body get warm, but she nodded to Kika, and she continued.

"And I saw that you weren't just Alexia's golden girl… I had always heard what people say about you and Alexia in the media–about how she protected you inside training and stuff like that, that you had special treatment. But that day, I noticed that if Alexia wanted to give you special treatment, you wouldn't accept it."

"For some reason, I thought that was hot," she continued. "That you didn't let yourself be someone else? I think? People wanted you to be the Princess of Barcelona, but you just continued to be yourself and to talk back when you thought it was necessary. That made me fall for you."

"Oh," Y/n said.

"Yes," Kika said. "That and seeing you walk out after training all sweaty–I gotta say that flipped something in my brain that I haven't been able to turn off since."

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully at Kika. "Now you're being ridiculous."

Kika kissed her cheek. "You aren't the only romantic one."

"Saying that you fell for me when you saw me in a training bra all sweaty isn't romantic," Y/n said.

"For me," Kika cupped her jaw and brought her in for a kiss, whispering against her lips, "it's a proper love confession. You wouldn't know it–it's very Portuguese."

"Yeah?" Y/n smirked, kissing Kika back, but the kiss was broken quickly because they were still in a very public location.

"Now it's your turn," Kika said, taking her fingers in her hand and playing with the rings she was wearing. "When did you realise my beautiful personality was so captivating that you wanted to date me?"

"I realised I liked you when you said you liked rodents," Y/n said cheekily.

"What?" Kika asked, completely confused. "I've never said that."

"Yes, you did," Y/n chuckled. "Back when you first moved in and Alexia invited you to come have dinner with us, when I told you about Cerdito."

"Oh," Kika's face fell. "Your guinea pig… the one that died."

"The one that was assassinated," Y/n corrected. "By Alexia."

"She's a murderer," Kika nodded, kissing Y/n's knuckles, one by one. "Haven't you thought about getting another one?"

"I have," Y/n said. "Now that I'm moving out–"

"What?!" Kika interrupted, clearly confused.

"Oh! I haven't told you yet!" Y/n said happily. "Well, one of the things that happened at camp was that I had a fight with Alexia–"

"As usual," Kika murmured under her breath.

"And then we made amends, but I realised I needed my own space," Y/n said. "I'll be moving out at the end of this season. I want to have everything ready before the next international break."

"You'll have a lot of work to do," Kika said. "Moving is so annoying. It was a pain in the ass moving from Lisbon to Barcelona–a lot of packing to do."

"Yeah, I figured it would be hard," Y/n said. "I'll have to do a lot of shopping too. I have nothing besides the things in my room."

"We can go shopping together," Kika said. "I have a list of everything I bought when I moved in. I'll give it to you."

"Thanks," Y/n smiled. "My first stop will be at the pet shop, though."

"Are you buying a guinea pig before you even have a freezer?"

"Yes," Y/n said. "It's all about necessities."

They continued to talk as the tram neared Y/n's stop by her hotel.

Y/n didn't like how her lungs felt like they were contracting, like someone was slowly squeezing all the air out of them. 

Her hand was on Kika's thigh, fingers tracing absent patterns on the fabric of her pants. Kika was looking out the window now, seeing the view, a nostalgic look in her eyes–one that Y/n wanted to find out more about.

She wanted to hear more about Kika, wanted to ask about her childhood, about her friends, family, her time at Benfica–she wanted to stay here in Lisbon with Kika. 

Stay in this beautiful, historical, warm city that made the best pastéis de belém and well, the best girlfriends and footballers too.

"I'll have to hop off soon," Y/n said, her voice quieter than she intended.

"Yes," Kika said, turning back to look at her. "Or else you'll lose the flight."

"I think I want to lose the flight."

"I think the federation will give you the biggest earful of your life," Kika said, but her smile was soft.

"You're right," Y/n laid her head on Kika's shoulder, breathing in the scent of her shampoo and the sunscreen she was wearing.. "I have never minded earfuls, though."

Kika chuckled.

"I'm not usually bossy," Kika began, "and I know you aren't keen to listen to others, but I really think you should be a good and professional footballer and go catch that flight with your team."

"My team doesn't have you, though," Y/n said, the words coming out more petulant than she had intended them to.

"When the club season starts again in exactly two weeks," Kika said, her fingers finding Y/n's and intertwining them, "I'll be back on your team."

"I guess you're right," Y/n mumbled against her shoulder.

"Your last stop is coming, Promessa." Kika kissed the top of her head, lips staying there longer than necessary. Maybe Y/n wasn't the one who had a hard time at goodbyes.

"Promesa? New Portuguese word unlocked," Y/n said, lifting her head to smile at Kika. "What does that mean?"

"It means promise," Kika said casually. 

"...and?" Y/n asked, confused about why she was being called that, even though it sounded beautiful coming out of Kika's lips.

"And...nothing," Kika said, kissing her forehead as she got up on the tram and tugged Y/n to do so. "It's what they called you here, the Portuguese media."

Y/n tilted her head as she walked through the aisle of the tram, her hand still firmly in Kika's. "Portuguese media called me Promessa?"

"Sim," Kika said, "A promise to futebol, because you've been playing with the seniors since you were very young. I've always wanted to call you that, but I didn't know if you would like it."

Y/n thought for a second, warmth spreading through her chest. "I think I would like whatever you would call me."

"That's good to know, Promessa," Kika said, the nickname rolling off her tongue like she was used to calling her that.

She pressed a button on the wall of the tram, and it slowly started losing speed. 

"This is your stop," Kika said, her voice sounding a bit reluctant now, just like Y/n 's.

"Just go straight into this street and you'll find your hotel. If I didn't have to go back to mine, I would walk with you."

"Well," Y/n pecked Kika's lips, trying to memorise the feeling since she was going to stay a few days without touching them. "I'll go then."

"We'll see each other in two weeks. It's your birthday–don't think I forgot."

Y/n rolled her eyes, but she wasn't really annoyed. "I hate my birthday."

"Something about that doesn't surprise me," Kika said, watching as she stepped out of the tram, her eyes following Y/n's every movement. "I'll make it good this year, though, I promise."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Y/n waved as the tram followed its route, Kika's face pressed against the window as she blew kisses, her smile bright even through the glass.

Y/n was a lovesick idiot, but right now it didn't annoy her. Right now, standing on a Lisbon street corner with the taste of Kika's lips still on hers and the promise of seeing her again in a week, being a lovesick idiot felt pretty damn good.

..

Y/n found the hotel easily.

The moment she stepped inside, Kika texted:

"Did you get lost?" Y/n rolled her eyes and typed back. "No, I'm here." 

It looked a bit dry, though, so she added a <3 At the end.

She suddenly felt this urge to use the word girlfriend, so she did.

"Thanks, girlfriend."

Kika replied instantly, "Welcome, namorada ;)"

Y/n moved through the hotel lounge, watching the same people who had been working there since earlier that day, when she first left to play the game against Portugal.

She stepped into the elevator, her eyes going straight to the mirror, focusing on her reflection. Trying to forget she was in a cramped space that could stop working at any given time.

She looked at herself, taking in her eyes, her hair, her lips and her cheeks. She realised she couldn't see her own body anymore without thinking about Kika. 

About how Kika had kissed her lips, how she had touched her hand, how she had laid her head on her shoulder, how there was still a faint smell of Kika's shampoo on her shirt.

Kika was all over her, and Y/n couldn't unsee it. She wondered if others could see it. 

The elevator made that irritating noise Y/n hated so much, and when the door opened, Y/n quickly walked right past it and went straight to her hotel room.

Jana was already there, halfway done with her luggage for the flight they had to take in less than two hours. She turned around when Y/n appeared; her face relaxed instantly as soon as she saw Y/n.

"Oh, thank god you're back," she said dramatically, throwing herself onto the mattress. "I was so scared that I would actually have to call the police and– 

Jana turned to look at Y/n (really look) and then she sat back on the bed, her mouth slightly open, her elbows holding her body's weight. 

"Okay, I can see it in your face that something happened!" Jana got up from the bed, looking at Y/n closely, her nose almost touching as Y/n pushed her face away grumpily. 

"Get off," she grumbled.

"Dios mío!" Jana said, and as if Y/n were in her own nightmare, Jana let out the highest-pitched scream ever known to humankind. "You two kissed! Right?! Oh god!"

"Ay!" Y/n said, rubbing her ears and looking at Jana angrily. "Why the fuck are you screaming like this?"

Y/n wasn't the only one ready to complain about Jana's scream. 

Soon after, Vicky and Alexia showed up, flinging their bedroom door open as if there was a fire inside.

"Who screamed!?" Alexia asked, exasperated, looking around the room as if searching for danger, then looking at Jana and finally landing her eyes on Y/n.

Her posture completely changed. If Y/n wasn't so stupidly in love, she would have noticed Alexia was smirking. 

"OH, hello, lovergirl," Alexia said, leaning against the door while crossing her arms.

Y/n instantly turned to Jana. "You told her I was going to see Kika? I told you to lie!"

"No! It wasn't me!" Jana shook her head vehemently. "I swear, I didn't even talk to anyone, I pretended I had tonsillitis so I wouldn't have to talk."

"It was me, actually", Vicky chimed in, chin up, like a petulant younger sister.

Y/n looked at her, holding the bridge of her nose. 

"Why?" Y/n questioned. "And how did you even know about it? I didn't tell you I was planning to talk to Kika after the game."

"I just heard it," Vicky shrugged. "Sometimes you and the other girls all talk as if I'm not there. You should change that habit, you know…I'm everywhere."

And with that, Vicky just left, as if she hadn't just been acting mysterious seconds before. Alexia was looking at Vicky confused, as if wanting to ask more about the whole I'm everywhere thing, but then her attention was back on Y/n.

Her smile was back on her face. "So��?"

"So what?" Y/n asked casually, as if nothing had happened. She took her luggage from beside her bed and began folding her clothes and packing her items.

"What happened?" Alexia asked impatiently. 

Y/n's back was facing Alexia, but she could see the way la reina was rolling her eyes.

"Not much," Y/n shrugged, picking up some of her training jerseys that she had left in the hotel's wardrobe. "How was the bus ride back to the hotel?"

Alexia completely ignored Y/n.

"So you were out for–" Alexia looked at her watch, "six hours with Kika and nothing happened?"

"Yep," Y/n agreed. "We just walked around the city. Lisbon is a very historical city, you know."

"Oh, I bet you were very curious about Lisbon's historical site," Jana murmured, but shut right up when Y/n gave her a cold look.

Alexia was quiet, although she kept looking at Y/n with that well-known look on her face. The one Y/n hated because it made her feel seen, exposed, as if her feelings were stamped on her face. 

Y/n continued to pack, as if Alexia's presence wasn't filling the entire room, as if she had more important things to do, which in reality, was partially true. 

She continued to put all of her belongings in the suitcase until there was nothing left of hers in the hotel room. 

And Alexia was still there, the smirk holding thigh to her lips. 

Y/n was growing irritated.

"Alexia?" Y/n said slowly after a few minutes had passed.

"Sí? Mi pequeña?" Alexia said sweetly, way too sweetly. [Yes, little one?]

Y/n tried to ignore, just for a moment, how long it had been since Alexia last used that nickname.

"What did we talk about regarding boundaries and not intruding into my life?"

It was like Alexia had received a cold shower. Her demeanour changed, and her eyebrows furrowed in that typical way when she was annoyed, looking a bit too much like Y/n. 

"Fine," she said after a few seconds of holding eye contact. "Perdón," she mumbled as she left the room, closing the door behind her. [sorry]

The door wasn't soundproof, and Y/n could hear Alexia mumbling things under her breath, but she didn't care about that. 

She had a flight to catch soon, and her suitcase still wasn't closing properly.

"Can you–" Y/n was struggling, trying to close her suitcase without letting half her clothes spill out. "Can you sit on top of it? Please?" she asked, looking at Jana.

Jana agreed, and soon after, Y/n's suitcase was closed and ready to go. 

She was still sitting on top of her suitcase, looking at Y/n with arms crossed.

"So…?" Jana said, waving her hand. "Tell me? Por favor?" [please]

"Huh?" Y/n said from the bathroom, grabbing her toothbrush and other hygiene products and putting them in her bag. "About what?"

"Are you dumb or just pretending to be?" Jana said exasperatedly. "Tell me everything that happened!"

Y/n walked to her bed and started making it, trying to leave the room at least somewhat organised. 

"We kissed," Y/n said bluntly without looking at Jana, feeling her cheeks get warmer already.

"Oh my god!" Jana said, the happiness in her voice crystal clear. "Where? In the locker room?"

"Yes," Y/n said, getting the fitted sheet into the right position on the mattress.

Jana waited, as if Y/n was going to give more details without being asked.

"...Well, how was it!?" Jana asked. "Can you please drop this whole mysterious act and talk to your best friend about how you just kissed the girl you've been pining over for an embarrassingly long number of months?"

The sheet just wouldn't fit on the mattress right. Y/n wondered if she was doing it correctly, trying to get the corners to fit. 

"We got stuck in the locker room. The door just wouldn't open." Y/n explained, her face scrunched when her pinky finger got stuck between the mattress and the wooden bed frame.

"Ohh," Jana said slowly,  in an understanding tone. She got up from her bed and went to Y/n's side, lifting part of the mattress so Y/n could finally free her pinky finger and fit the sheets on. "And you're claustrophobic."

"Sí," Y/n said, now moving to the pillows, fluffing them before putting them in position. "I had an anxiety attack."

"Was it bad?" Jana asked, the enthusiasm on her face turning to something more empathetic, rather than curious. "Like the one you got when you were younger?"

"It was worse, I think. I thought I was gonna die," Y/n said. "Worst feeling of my life."

"Well, okay," Jana said as she took her luggage and bag. "We just lost the romantic atmosphere we were going for, but it's okay–"

"Then I asked if I could kiss her," Y/n said, and this time, Jana didn't have to wait or pry for more details; the word stumbled out of Y/n, as if, deep down, she wanted to share it with someone. 

"She said yes, and then we kissed some more, and now we're dating. "Y/n heard a loud crash from the other side of the room and realised Jana had dropped the luggage she was carrying.

"You are what?" Jana asked in a very calm, very dangerous voice.

Y/n gulped, looking around, as if Jana's scary look wasn't directed at her. "Um, dating? I mean, Kika and I….we are dating."

"Dating?" Jana repeated.

Y/n nodded. "Sí, novias."

"Novias?"

"Okay, now you're the one being dumb," Y/n rolled her eyes. "Do you want the translation to more languages too, or…"

"Were you seriously not going to tell me this?" Jana asked.

"I just did!"

"Yeah!" Jana opened her arms and gestured around the room. "After you reorganised the entire hotel room like a crazy person! And stop it–"

Y/n didn't realise she was also fluffing Jana's pillow until Jana took it from her and placed it on the bed. 

She looked around and saw that Jana was right about reorganising the room. She had cleaned the whole room, put everything in order–it was like she and Jana had never been there. 

Y/n shrugged. "I stress clean sometimes."

"You are impossible," Jana rolled her eyes. "What's next? You're going to tell me you're moving away?"

"Well, about that–"

Jana froze, mouth agape. Then, she took a deep breath, as if trying to recoup herself. 

"Being your friend is very hard," Jana said, a soft expression on her face. "I wouldn't change it, though, but you are going to spend the entire flight updating me on your life, got it?"

Y/n knew she had nowhere to hide. She grabbed her bag and suitcase and walked out the door as Jana followed her, leaving the hotel room behind. 

"Okay, I'll tell you everything."

And she did.

..

The talk on the aeroplane wasn't as bad as Y/n thought it would be. Almost everybody was sleeping while listening to music on their headphones, so Y/n talked freely with Jana the whole flight to Madrid.

They were back at La Ciudad del Fútbol in no time. They were going to have a home game against Germany in three days, and that would be the last match of the international break. After that, they would all have a one-week vacation.

The vacation was already booked by Alexia. She had invited everybody from Barcelona and a few close friends from the Spain team, like Laia and Leila.

That meant Y/n would have to pretend not to be in a relationship with Kika for a whole week while they were vacationing in Ibiza in front of a lot of people.

Y/n wasn't sure if she would be able to do it. She wasn't sure at all.

..

a/n: We are going to Ibiza guys! <3

feel free to share any ideas of what you guys want to happen in Ibiza, I have two scenes ready. One where Kika's jealous, and another one where Kika finds out Y/n used to have a crush on Leila.

I have a lot of uni work, so I won't write for a while! <3

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[baileypie-writes]

Hi! Little nervous to request but I read your rules so I’m hoping this all is good! May I request a Baby Saja x reader fluffy alphabet? Thank you for taking the time to read this request!

A/N ~ Hello there! Thanks for your lovely request! I’m happy to fulfill it! Also, there isn’t much info about Baby, so all of this is just my personal headcanons of his character. Hope you enjoy!

Baby Saja Fluff Alphabet

Fandom: KPop Demon Hunters Fanfic Type: Alphabet Reader: Gender neutral Relationship: Romantic Genre: Fluff Word Count: 2,151 Warnings: Possibly OOC Baby, Baby being a brat, mentions or arguments, mentions of giving up the relationship

A - Activities(What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

I see Baby as a pretty lazy guy. He doesn’t like putting much effort or energy into anything other than his performances. He likes his down time. So he prefers just lying around with you. Whether it be watching a movie or scrolling on your phones— as long as he can lounge around, he’s down.

B - Beauty(What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?)

He doesn’t focus a lot on physical appearances. But he does like being held by you. He loves when you run your hands through his fluffy teal hair, or when you cup his face in your hands to give him a kiss. So if he had to choose, it’d be your hands.

C - Comfort(How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?)

Compared to the other Saja Boys members, Baby probably has the least amount of understanding— or even care— about others’ emotions. Though of course, being your boyfriend, you’re different.

While he still doesn’t understand your emotions, he’ll try to help you feel better. His attempts are… peculiar. For example, he’ll show you a funny meme to try and get you to laugh. Though when that obviously doesn’t work, he tries a different approach.

Cuddles and kisses are what finally does the trick. It’s hard not to smile when someone with such a sweet face is smothering you with affection.

D - Dreams(How do they picture their future with their s/o?)

He has everything he could possibly want in his life. Fame, money and a great partner. He’s 100% content. His idea for the future is just doing what you’re already doing.

E - Equal(Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)

This is a difficult thing to come to a conclusion with. On one hand, he likes to make the decisions, since he doesn’t like being told what to do. But on the other hand, he likes having things done for him— being babied, if you will. I’m gonna label him as dominant though, because that’s how he thinks of himself. 

F - Fight(Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?)

Baby is very difficult to argue with. While he doesn’t shout a whole bunch, he’s extremely bratty and stubborn. No matter how much you attempt to get him to see your point of view, your words seem to go through one ear and out the other. His own words are sharp and hurtful. You end up having to give up after not getting anywhere.

After some time apart, he grows tired and anxious from the lack of attention. He tries to casually wiggle his way back to you without properly apologizing. But if you’re firm enough, you can get one out of him. Not without an attitude though.

G - Gratitude(How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

He’s an ungrateful brat. He expects things to be done for him without giving anything in return. Everything you do goes unnoticed, because it’s what he’s used to.

Although, when he goes without your support for even a day, he finally realizes just how much he’s been pampered. In fear of not losing your love again, he begins thanking you for all that you do. It’s not anything grand. Just a flat “Thanks babe.” without looking away from what he’s doing. But it’s enough for you to notice.

H - Honesty(Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

Other than the fact he’s a literal demon, as well as his past life, Baby doesn’t really have anything to hide.

He’s not even super secretive about the demon thing. The only thing keeping him from telling you is Gwi-Ma. If given his master’s permission, his secret would be revealed.

I - Inspiration(Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?)

Baby doesn’t like being bossed around by Gwi-Ma. So if you offered an alternative, he’d leave his demon ways behind in order to live a more comfortable life.

Also, if you’re up for a challenge, you just might be able to get him to be less of a brat. But it takes a lot of work.

J - Jealousy(Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

Baby doesn’t like sharing, and that includes your attention. So jealousy is something he feels very strongly.

Due to his fame, it’s easy to get someone away from you. He’ll swing an arm around you with his signature cheeky smile plastered on his face. A “They’re with me.” falls from his lips, confidence and attitude so thick, you could almost see it. If that doesn’t work, security is called.

K - Kiss(Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?)

He’s a pretty good kisser. He’s blessed with soft lips that feel nice against yours.

The first kiss with Baby was him being the menace that he is. He wanted to mess with you, just for the fun of it. So what better way to get a reaction out of you than to give you a kiss?

He was super nonchalant about it— acting like it was something he always did. This only fueled your reaction— just what he wanted.

L - Love Confession(How would they confess to their s/o?)

Baby does absolutely nothing when he realizes his feelings for you. He didn’t care enough to play around with possibly one-sided romantic feelings. However, once it dawned on him that you felt the same way, he figured that he might as well mess with you.

Playful flirting is something he’s good at, and he knows it. And the worst part about it is that it’s the kind of flirting where you can’t quite tell if it’s supposed to be flirting or not. It drives you crazy. But once you build up the courage to confront him about it, that’s when he admits his feelings— rather casually, like you’re having a normal conversation. But the pink blush on his fair, soft cheeks give him away— he’s definitely down bad for you.

M - Marriage(Do they want to get married? How do they propose?)

He honestly couldn’t care less about marriage. He finds weddings a waste of time, effort and money. If you really wanted to tie the knot, he’d rather elope. Running away with his lover is much better than a boring ceremony, in his opinion.

N - Nicknames(What do they call their s/o?)

Baby only really calls you nicknames to annoy you. He comes up with the most ridiculous, sappy ones— the ones that cause you to cringe the moment they roll off his tongue.

The nickname that he uses in a non-satirical way is “Babe”. It’s classic, and comes to him naturally.

O - On Cloud Nine(What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

For the most part, his feelings are pretty unnoticeable. One of his main talents is maintaining a cool demeanor no matter the situation, and it’s no different when he’s in love.

Although, his bandmates do end up noticing how much time he spends with you. Offstage, Baby doesn’t give anything or anyone his attention unless he’s really interested. And there he was, acting all “friendly” with you— well, as friendly as he could get. So they figured something was up with him.

P - PDA(Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?)

If you’re okay with your relationship being public, he does not shut up about you. He brags nonstop, knowing it’ll make his bandmates and fans jealous. And that’s exactly what he wants. It’s hilarious to him how much people care about his love life.

When it comes to PDA, he’s pretty open to it. He likes leaning on you, wrapping an arm around you and— if you’re strong enough— being carried on your back. He also likes giving you kisses just to see your reaction.

Q - Quirk(Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship)

His fame is an obvious one. So instead, I’ll focus on his sharp tongue. 

This isn’t just about his rapping skills. He can come up with the most insane comebacks in such a short amount of time. If you’re in any sort of altercation with someone, he can end it with one sentence, leaving the person you were arguing with completely dumbfounded.

R - Romance(How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?)

Baby wants to look cool 24/7, even to his significant other. So he’d rather die a second time than do anything sappy and cliché.

Instead, he focuses on the small things. Buying you something because it made him think of you, bringing your favorite snacks when he comes over and even sending you memes with the caption “us”. To anyone else, they might not seem all that romantic. But to the both of you, they’re pure acts of love.

S - Support(Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?)

As long as they’re realistic goals, sure, he believes you can do it. Though, he doesn’t exactly help a whole lot for you to achieve them. He’s far too lazy for that. So unless it’s something he can do from the comfort of his own home, you’re kinda on your own. 

T - Thrill(Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?)

Baby’s a mix of both.

He likes not having to plan for anything— only relying on things you’ve done in the past. But at the same time, he gets bored after a while. So something new every once in a while is good enough for him.

U - Understanding(How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

He has a pretty good understanding of your emotions. He knows how to tell what you’re feeling, even if you think you’re hiding it well. He’s memorized your habits, interests and hobbies as well. 

Empathy is not something he has a lot of. As mentioned before, he doesn’t really care about other people’s feelings. That being said, he still doesn’t like seeing you upset. He’d much rather see you happy. 

V - Value(How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

Fame isn’t exactly something that Baby needs in his life. Sure, he likes the attention. But it’s also just a lot of effort. It causes a lot of inconveniences as well. So if given the choice of giving up you or his fame, I feel there’s a good chance he’d throw his fame away.

W - Wild Card(A random fluff headcanon)

He’d never admit this, but he enjoys matching outfits with you. He’ll ask to pick out your clothes for the day, then choose something suspiciously similar to his own. 

X - XOXO(Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

Baby loves to give cuddles. But not the sweet kind— the annoying kind.

His limbs will be entangled in your own, and he’ll rarely unravel himself for anything. You can’t get anything done without him practically breathing down your neck, since he refuses to let go of you.

Kisses from him are mostly to surprise you, to get in your way or to try to get out of trouble. They’re almost never actually innocent.

Y - Yearning(How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?)

Baby truly believes that he’d be completely fine without your presence. He’s tougher than he looks. But he certainly lives up to his name when he’s away from the person he’s bonded so closely with.

Everyone notices how irritable he becomes while you’re gone. It seems that nearly everything makes him snap. The cause of his attitude is clear— especially with seeing how his face lights up when you call or message him. Funny enough, he keeps up his cool demeanor while talking to you— as if your absence has no effect on him.

Z - Zeal(Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

Due to how lazy he is, there are definitely limits to how much he’d go through to save your relationship. But that’s not to say he wouldn’t regret it. If he had to say goodbye, he’d never be the same again. It’d plague him forever.  

Dividers by @sweetmelodygraphics

~~baileypie-writes

[fluffyblackdragon]

1) I like Therian. It aligns with my experiences best!

2) I'm a dragon. Specifically, a space dragon. Big space dragon. Like, one of the biggest night sky colored space noodles you've ever seen.

3) I always feel my draconic features and limbs, I have just been forced to mask that I feel them all the time. I forget how to mask when I'm really high tho lol

4) I'm just. A dragon with a cell phone. Local dragon who bakes your bread. Dragon down the road who buys shit from Walmart. Dragon with a government-funded boba addiction.

5) Havan't been here long, but it's neat! There's others like me, for once. I can look and see other dragons for the first time. I have DRAGON MUTUALS. I open my tumblr just to stare at their blogs with my big stupid eyes and cry a little every time because like. They're *real*. ***I*** am real. I live in a world with dragons in it and I am not alone anymore 💜💜💜 It gives me some hope that I will be able to find and connect with another dragon, for life. I don't want a mate, but I do want a bonded life partner, someone who is like me and who will understand me. Humans aren't it. Also just, like, the *potential*, the infinite types of alterhuman and nonhuman beings. That's fucking beautiful to me. There's so, so many out there and the world feels big and welcoming again, something I haven't felt in at least a decade. Something in me is full again and it's strange to feel that a gap I didn't know I had has been, well, eliminated.

6) Wearing precious items, like jewlery given to me by friends, or things I make myself, like Kandi. The pins on my hats, rings on my fingers, I love decorating myself, I am showing off my hoard of neat things. I like wearing fangs and claws, chains and stuff that's shiny and clinks when I walk, I am a decorated beast. I like gnawing on hard foods and bonking and nibbling my friends to show affection, I like camping and stargazing and breathing in the wild air and feeling myself at night, aching for the sky.

7) Yeah. Always.

8) Don't push yourself to figure it out in one go. Don't force yourself to adhere only to one label. Don't force yourself into a box because of a label you picked. ABOVE ALL, DO NOT be upset if you change. Give yourself room to have phases, to go through change, to let things be temporary. What you are now does not have to be forever. The here and now is only your stepping stone for your tomorrow 💜 No phase is worthless, however short.

9) Yes, I am making blueprints for my wings. Making my tail will be easy, as will my horns. It's mostly about material costs.

10) Mine is due to trauma, unfortunately. Being called an animal, a demonic beast, and a child of the draconian satan does shit to a kid, yk? Dragons became a comfort, then a defensive mechanism, at some point, and here I am now.

11) uhhh @bloodbitts-blog henlo hope its ok to tag u 💜

If you are an alter/nonhuman, reblog and answer these questions!

(don't be afraid to write a lot, do what you want ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?

2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)

3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?

4/ How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?

5/ What do you think of the community?

6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?

7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria?

8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?

9/ Do you have/want to have gears?

10/ Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)

11/ Tag someone/a creature to answer these questions!ㅤᵕ̈

[xxeatualivexx]

BUCKY BARNES FIC RECS PART 1

First time doing something like this for Bucky! This is part 1 but it is still being edited (I can't find some of the fics I like)

Remember to read the warnings and tags before writing!

NAVIGATION

SERIES

TRILOGY

Five Seconds, Five Years Apart, II, III

Angst - Bucky Barnes proposed just days before the world ended — afraid he might never get another chance. Then he vanished in Wakanda. Five years later, he’s at your door — unchanged, while your whole life has moved on. Some love survives time. But what happens when life doesn’t wait?

DUOLOGY

Praise (1.7k), Cloud Nine (4.7k)

Fluff, Smut - Bucky realises he has a praise kink after getting a tattoo. | Bucky is dating a modern woman. He didn’t expect you to get him high, though.

Traces of a Lonely World (3.2k), Final (7.3k)

Angst, Suggestive - bucky's job takes him away from you more that he cares to admit. most of the times you can understand, but there are some nights it tears you apart.

Before I Could Say It (5.9k), After I Was Too Late (10.1k)

Angst, Fluff - The three times Bucky almost confessed his love to you, and the one time he finally does. | The three times Bucky saved your life, and the one time you save each other.

Lovefool (18k), Juno (14.8k)

Fluff, Smut - James Barnes is a terrible congressman, hence Sam sending you to be his assistant. You keep him on a tight leash, and you both do a horrible job at hiding your feelings for one another. Add jealousy and alcohol to the mix? what could possibly change? | In the early stages of your relationship with Congressman Barnes, you swore he was kidding anytime he mentioned the idea of being his wife, however, it is apparent that he wasn't kidding. It's also obvious that there's nothing more that you want in the world.

ONE-SHOT

Exactly Like You Said (0.5k)

Smut - You and Bucky Barnes have always had that thing—the kind of sexual tension everyone sees coming from a mile away. Every sparring match somehow ends the same way: your thighs locked tight around his head, pretending it’s just part of the fight. But today, Bucky decides he’s tired of pretending. One snarky comment turns into a moment you can’t take back—and don’t want to. He pins you to the mat, hooks your legs over his shoulders, and shows you exactly how long he’s been thinking about this.

The Same Thing (1.4k)

Angst - during a mission, you put yourself in harm's way to protect bucky. back at the avengers compound, he wants to know why.

In the Mood (1.5k)

Angst, Fluff - He tells himself it’s fine. 

Gotta keep moving—bigger things to do, too many items on his list.  His libido doesn’t even crack the top ten. 

Until he met… you.

Never Been Kissed (1.5k)

Fluff - You've never been one to kiss and tell.

Take Me Home (1.7k)

Angst, Fluff - the team discovers bucky's relationship with you when bucky searches for you in the hospital after hydra attacks new york

The Cost of Sides - (2.0k)

Angst - You and Bucky seem to be on opposite sides.

Cry For Me, Sweetheart (2.1k)

Smut -  You always cry when he bites you. It’s not pain, not really. It’s too much your system overloads and Bucky can’t help himself.

Even If You Forget (2.1k)

Angst - After a mission gone wrong, Bucky loses all memory of his relationship with you. Though heartbroken, you patiently stay by his side, offering gentle support and quiet company. Despite the emotional distance, you hold onto the hope that someday he’ll find his way back.

Kneel (2.1k)

Angst - The three times Bucky kneeled for you, the heartbreak the ensued.

Smitten (2.3k)

Fluff - Sam finally meets Bucky’s girlfriend, though you’re not who he thinks you are. 

The Stupid One (2.3k)

Angst, Suggestive - your breakup with bucky had all been his fault. he got scared and called it quits. and he regretted more than you knew. but he’d never admit that to you. at least, not while sober.

Birds of a Feather (2.5k)

Fluff - You have to attend a close relative's wedding and there's no one better to bring than your best friend, Bucky.

Love Me or Leave Me (2.6k)

Angst - You loved him deeply. But loving him started to hurt. And Bucky? He saw it coming—he just couldn’t stop it.

Out of Time, Into Our Lives (2.7k)

Fluff - A teen girl suddenly appears at the Avengers compound claiming to be from the future. While she tries to avoid revealing too much, she accidentally and subtly drops hints about her life, her siblings, and the deep bond she shares with you and Bucky Barnes both.

Oh, My Love, Side to Side (3k)

Angst, Fluff - After a successful yet traumatizing mission, you dream of losing Bucky for the first time in years. In a fit of panic, you call him. He answers. Not the phone, but the call your heart makes to his.

What You Don't Know (3.2k)

Angst, Fluff - You and Bucky are sent to find Joaquin, causing you to finally get to know each other in the process.

Put My Mind at Ease - (3.5k)

Angst - You return home from a successful mission with plans to have a pizza night with Bucky- but things go awry when an injury rears it’s head.

Open Wounds (3.9k)

Angst, Fluff - Due to an open wound, Bucky seems to hate you. And no matter what Sam does, nothing seems to change. Until you and Bucky have a heated exchange that ends in a way neither of you had been expecting.

He Still Smelled Like Home (4.1k)

Angst, Smut - A missed anniversary. A quiet goodbye. And then a metal arm shielding you from death. You were always his. Even when you weren’t.

Pink in the Night (4.5k)

Smut - Some interesting rumours have been circling around about Bucky. Little do you know, it's kinda your fault.

Hotel Mishap (5.1k)

Angst - you and bucky can't go five minutes without wanting to slam each other into a wall, so when you're forced into a hotel room with only one bed, years of unresolved tension and bruised pride boil to a breaking point.

Man in the Woods (5.1k)

Angst - Bucky pulled the trigger to save a mission—and lost the only person who made him feel human. Years later, Sam finds him deep in the woods, still living like she’s beside him.

What We Never Said (5.3k)

Angst, Fluff - You weren’t lovers. Not really friends either. Just two people who found something sacred in the silence between them—until he left.

Get Around (6.1k)

Fluff - After going on a date with Bucky, Sarah realises they're better off as friends. So she does the next best thing: sets him up with you, the Wilsons’ childhood best friend. 

How You Get The Girl (7.7k)

Angst, Fluff - you thought you’d ruined everything by loving him. but that was the moment everything finally made sense.

Nine Lives (9.4k)

Smut - Bucky Barnes drives you insane—in every possible way. The bickering, the reckless plans, the way he smirks like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. But when a mission goes sideways, leaving you both bloodied and too close for comfort, the tension between you ignites into something impossible to ignore.

You can keep pretending. Keep fighting him. But Bucky isn’t one to back down—especially when he knows you don’t really want him to.

When It All Falls Apart (8.1k)

Angst - The fate of the universe was in your hands. Bucky and you had been sent to retrieve the soul stone, a seemingly simple task. Unbeknownst to you, there was a hefty price to pay for such an exchange. You’re able to return to Earth, but it’s soon apparent part of you was left in Vormir.

Mercy Kill (10.6k)

Angst - After Bucky gets hurt on a mission, you’re forbidden from visiting him in the medbay. When you finally get to speak to him, things go differently than you expected.

(i only came to this) party 4 u (11.4k)

Angst, Fluff - For the first few months you worked with the avengers, they barely knew you. Beyond what you were like during a mission, you were a mystery to them. It was truly marvelous how well you worked with the team and yet there was so little they knew about you. 

You barely went to team bonding and you NEVER went to Tony Stark's parties. Well, not until last night. And you’re never going again. 

Because of James Bucky Barnes.

Lost in the Wild (12.9k)

Angst, Fluff, Smut - It was supposed to be an easy mission. In and out. But then communication went out. The intel became useless. The weather turned horrific. Bucky lost his gun. And then, you.

Come Find Me (13.4k)

Angst - Bucky cant wait for you to return from your mission. But when your partner comes back without you, it’s up to Bucky to bring you home safe.

In the Woods (13.5k)

Angst, Smut - He left you behind to keep you safe, but safety never stopped the heartbreak. Now, a year of grief, silence, and sleepless nights unravel the moment he shows up at your door with his new team—bruised, breathless, begging. You’re angry and he’s sorry, but the love is still there. It always has been. 

Meet Me Halfway (15k)

Angst, Fluff - Bucky has to recruit the love of his life to save New York from the void. He doesn't know if she wants to ever see him again, though.

A Thousand Times Before (16.5k)

Angst, Fluff - Bucky travels to an alternate universe for the sake of a mission. But he doesn’t expect to come face to face with a version of you that loves him, completely and openly. Back in his own world, he is left with a truth he can’t keep to himself anymore.

SHORT FICTIONS (drabbles, prompts, requests, blurbs, etc.)

Bucky’s cock being so fucking big he teases you about it (0.1k)

Smut

Bucky giving you backshots (0.1k)

Smut

Bucky Barnes taking you from behind and talking you through it, kissing your neck (0.2k)

Smut

Thick Arms, Slow Grind (0.8k)

Smut

Shut Up (0.9k)

Smut

[kiame-sama]

Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 61

(Jamil was hand chosen by Kalim as an egg to be Kalim's guard and playmate. His family- the Vipers- have been in service to the Al-Asim family for a very long time. Jamil is not able to choose if he stays with Kalim, he is simply expected to serve Kalim his entire life given the status the Al-Asim family has in the Scalding Sands. It is the hope of Jamil to escape the Al-Asim's control over him and be freed, but one of the only ways Jamil can do that is if he can successfully become the Human's mate and wed them. Kalim has no idea this is Jamil's goal and doesn't realize Jamil deeply dislikes him.)

Warnings; yandere, yandere monsters, multiple yanderes, platonic and romantic yanderes, yandere vs yandere conflict, social structures of monster species, Human worshipping iconography and behavior mentioned, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, territorial squabbles, Hellcat, Sphinx, Fire Nymph, Dragon

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The rising sun slowly woke you from your deep and restless slumber. Light chasing away the nightmares that plagued your rest. You didn't particularly remember making it back to your bed after your brush with the Humans of the past, but the presence of a sleeping Grim soothed you. Trein was already awake and sipping tea quietly on the far side of the room, likely having gotten up as the sun began to crest the horizon.

Grim was cuddled close to your chest, purring in his sleep as he gripped to your night clothes. The Kit was clearly having a pleasant dream for the time being as he let out soft noises, whiskers twitching and his little purrs interrupted by small chirps. Given he was so peaceful, you let him continue sleeping as you gently untangled his paws from your clothes.

"Good morning, little Cub."

Trein greeted quietly, summoning a second cup for you and pouring a helping of steaming tea. As you sat across from him, you saw the way sunlight danced across his silvered hair and his silvery feathers. The lines on his face seemed to add to his gentle disposition despite how serious he looked at most times. You knew he was a father of at least two- perhaps three- daughters, so it was likely he had decided to take you under his wing as well.

"Have some tea, (Y/n). I anticipate a busy day today."

"Professor Trein," you started, sipping the tea slowly as it was still hot, "why does Fleur City seem so... Human obsessed?"

"Humans were the keystone of Fleur City before their extinction. It was thanks to them that the city even became established as well as it had. Most of the foods cultivated here were started by Humanity. Even crafting any of the local cheeses were started by Humanity and passed on to others when they began to die out. It is thanks to Humans Fleur City is so well known and as beautiful as it is. You have already seen the Bell of Solace and all it does for the city."

Sipping your tea, you thought back to the beautiful woman that you had met within the bell itself. So many Humans seemed to thrive in this place, and- given the almost religious worshipping of Humanity in the buildings themselves- it was clear that they were held in high regard. There were so many questions that you had yet to find answers to. Perhaps Rollo would know more.

"So, if Humans did so many good things, why do some act like Humans were pets? I understand that some of the truth was lost to time, since it has been half a millennia since Humanity died out, but the behavior of others never seems to match the reverence others assign to Humans."

"Not everyone is partial to change. When Humanity was officially declared extinct, there had already been a severe economic and social decline in places such as the Queendom of Roses and Fleur City. Those that relied on Humanity to be peace keepers and creators were left without and suffered deeply. Sunset Savana is still attempting to rebuild their reputation after the extinction of Humanity. I would assume others simply don't wish to see that reliance begin again."

You hummed as you sipped your tea, wondering just how many died from their addictions to Humanity. Even Papa Hades had once said that the withdrawal from Humans was agonizing and could even drive others to insanity. Where it wasn't the fault of Humans that so many became addicted to them, it wasn't the fault of the beasts either. It was an unfair situation that resulted in more unfairness, and here you had been dropped right into it. Right when these beasts were starting generations free of this addiction, you simply began it anew by existing around others.

Did Trein know how addictive Humanity was? Did any of these sweet folk who lived in Fleur City know? If they knew the truth, would they call for your death?

As far as you were aware, few knew the truth about Humanity, fewer still were those that knew the depths of what Humanity could do to others by simply existing. Just being around others was enough to drag them into obsession and even drive them insane with desire. It didn't matter if you wanted this burden or not. Even those little children who all ran up to see you were infected by your aura.

Slowly, your thoughts drifted back to Kalim and how he supposedly could see your aura and understood it better than others. If he could see aura, perhaps he could help you find a way to dampen or even lessen the effects of that aura on them. Maybe, without your aura, you could escape without any of them hunting you down and coming to your world.

The dream of leaving this insanity seemed to be so far off that you didn't even want to think about what would happen. There were so many variables that freedom seemed a distant prospect. The further these men became enmeshed in your life, the harder it became for you to escape. Even the kindly Sphinx was infested by your aura and compelled to adore you even above his own kin.

You were deep in your mind when you realized that Trein had an almost pitying look to his aged face. The look someone gave a child who was learning the reality of their powerlessness and how life had a tendency to be needlessly cruel. It was a look that made you wonder how much Trein knew as an avid purveyor of history and as a professor of Night Raven College. There was no way Crowley kept them all in the dark about the reality of Humanity, right?

Then again... It was Crowley. Who knows what he has shared with everyone.

"I know I am not your father, but- given you speak so rarely of your family, I can't judge them or you on the relationship that may be there- I am happy to be an open ear to listen. I have raised daughters of my own, so I do understand what it is like to be a father. I am here, if you need to talk. I know I may not be Human, but I want you to know you aren't in this alone."

The elder Sphinx gently stood giving you a light hug that almost made you choke up. Though your species isolation was always in the front of your mind, to have the older male be so sweet and affectionate towards you was soothing in a way you didn't expect. Someone who didn't want to get straight into your pants and who didn't try to force a friendly or parental connection. Trein was a genuine friend to you despite that friendship beginning due to addiction.

"... Mama..? I had a bad dream..."

The soft sniffling sound of Grim's squeaking voice made you look over to where he stood by the edge of the bed. He was rubbing his scar covered eye and sniffling as his little wings dragged behind him low on the ground. You were quick to scoop up the little Kit who cuddled into you for comfort, his fluffy gray fur rubbing up against your shoulder as he cuddled down into your arms. Every now and again, he would tremble a little bit and hold just a little tighter to you. That sweet dream he had been having when you woke must have turned to a nightmare as you spoke to Trein.

"Do you want to talk about it, or do you just want to cuddle for a little bit?"

"..."

Grim slowly looked up at you as he thought about answering your question. His fur was ruffled with sleep as he snuggled deeply into your arms, his breathing slowly evening out as he let you soothe him. It was odd, but you were surprised that it took so long for him to begin having nightmares. For as long as he lived alone and all the attacks and injuries he had been present for, you would have thought his nightmares would be more frequent.

Let alone the nightmares that you would have. Though there were several, you didn't always remember them when you awoke, just that you were afraid. It seemed like you were getting nightmares almost every time you slept in an empty bed these days. Sure, Grim was good comfort, but the nightmares seemed to be staved off the more bed fellows you had.

In some ways, you couldn't help but wonder if it was the magic Malleus used on you compelling you to want company in your bed. To some degree it could be your subconscious putting your body into high alert because you were acutely aware of how exposed you were without these men. Mostly you just wanted a peaceful night's rest instead of waking suddenly in the dark.

Clearly Grim felt the same way.

"Mama?"

"Yes, Grim?"

"... Can Papa Tsuno sleep in our bed tonight..?"

"... We can ask, I'm sure he would agree. Any reason you want him in particular?"

"He keeps us safe and I like when he puts his wings over us."

The Kit shrugged, his eyes still tired looking as he gazed up at you. Even as his little paws gripped your clothes, Grim let out a gentle whining mewl. Though you were hesitant to allow the Dragon back into your bed after finally getting some time away from him, it was hard to deny Grim something that gave him comfort.

Naturally, Malleus had wings similar to Grim's wings, so the Kit took comfort in the presence of the Dragon due to his familiarity. It was clear Grim had taken a shining to the Dragon he had seen protecting you. Even the Kit seemed to understand that Malleus was the strongest of your guards and sought out his protection.

"Okay. I will ask if Tsuno is alright spending the night with us."

"Thank you, Mama."

You got your clothes together and helped Grim get dressed, noticing the pout he had on his face from his residual nightmare. Though Grim had magic, he was clearly nowhere near the same level as any of the other students. He likely sought out Malleus as the Dragon was strong and a powerful magic wielder.

Once you and the Kit were ready to head out, Trein led the two of you out of the room. Countless Noble Bell College students stared as you walked by, some not so subtly taking sniffs in your direction as the students were all different species. You noticed a few Werewolves, but no Gnolls among the group. Several female Sheep looking students let out nervous and bashful baas when you glanced at them, their herd quickly scrambling away as they noticed you looking at them.

"Not very subtle, are they?"

A slight mocking tone met your ears as Rollo fell into step next to you, joining you and Trein on your way to the forecourt of the building. You figured the others were ready and waiting for you as it was supposed to be another day of exploring Fleur City. You had only managed to see about a third of the unique sights the city had to offer and even fewer of the shops due to the intense kindness of the locals towards you. Perhaps even the Royal Sword Academy students would be waiting.

"I'm used to it. At least no one here has attempted to attack me yet."

"...Attack you?"

Rollo sounded genuinely concerned and aghast at the idea that someone would be willing to go after you with any level of aggression. As far as Rollo was concerned, attacking you would be akin to committing a cardinal sin. To think that anyone would want to harm you made the Fire Nymph bristle with rage.

"Yes. There is a reason I have so many guards. Poachers, representatives, traffickers, obsessed suitors... Even a few Ferals."

"That Unicorn that stands among your guard... And that Alicorn prince from Royal Sword Academy... Were they among these Ferals that have harmed you?"

"One of them, yes. Though he didn't intend to harm me," you rest your hand where your axe wound lay on your arm, "I put myself in the path of his attack to save Grim. He wasn't aiming for me. Beyond that, I was wounded by a poaching group and almost killed by them. Then there was Erikír who tried to kidnap me. I was attacked in the capital of the Queendom of Roses. A representative tried to hire the poaching group to kill me. I am always under threat no matter where I go."

Rollo felt like he was going to be sick as you casually recounted the events that you had endured prior. Despite the fact that you didn't seem particularly upset in that moment, he could only imagine how frightened and unsettled you were when it happened. To think, it was near lunacy to believe that anyone who had turned Feral was allowed to stay near you.

He could scarcely imagine the danger you were constantly in. No wonder those insufferable guards were so insistent to keep you in their sights at all times. To think that someone had even attempted to kidnap you for who knows what kind of nefarious purposes.

"I see..."

Rollo frowned as the group of your ravenous guards came into view. That disgusting Dragon even smiling when he noticed you approaching. What really set the poisonous jealousy burning in the Fire Nymph's chest was the way your young charge, Grim, began mewling and reaching for the scaled beast. Malleus was quick to accept the Kit into his arms, smirking as the small Hellcat nuzzled his chin and purred.

"Hey, Tsuno, Grim wanted to know if you would be willing to join us in our bed tonight? We've both been having nightmares, so we figure some company may help with that."

"Of course, (Y/n). I would be happy to keep you both company. Do let me know if you require my presence at any time, and I will be there."

This also seemed to interest your other guards as the others were also quick to step in and offer to take turns keeping your bed occupied so you could rest. Even Jamil- who you had limited contact with- was eager to offer his presence.

"No, just Papa Tsuno! Or maybe Antlers..."

Grim whined gently and Malleus simply smiled, cuddling the sweet little Kit in his arms as Grim lay his wings over the shoulders of the Dragon. You were happy to see that Grim had calmed down now that he had Malleus to cuddle into, so you simply looked back towards the city. Behind you, Rollo could barely contain his anger seeing how easily that monstrous Dragon gained your affections.

Perhaps he would have to make an effort to get closer to the Kit to gain your affections. Time was running short and he needed to ensure you were safe with him before he set his plans into motion.

[lomlando]

Opening Weekend

summary: "Lando fucking Norris. "

content warnings: mild language, mild? blood, non-serious injury :)!

word count: 1 k

pairing: lando norris x fem!driver!reader

SERIES: Messy || may be confusing if read as a standalone one-shot!

You stand at the edge of the stairs, stuck, staring across at the orange-accented motorhome directly across from you in the paddock. Engineers, pit crew, media personnel, and eager fans all moved around, all dressed in black and orange. 

Kimi moved beside you, joining you in staring, probably trying to understand why the McLaren hospitality was so important and interesting today.

“You’re staring.” He leans closer and states in a low whisper, as if you weren’t aware of that fact yourself.

You were all too well aware. You kindred it to a scene from an old western movie. In your mind, you were the sheriff standing at the edge of the saloon, watching tumbleweed after tumbleweed pass by-waiting, watching, hoping-for your chance to catch the infamous bank robber as he’s passing through town. If you move, you miss your chance; he might slip into the local hostel without you noticing, cause a stand off in the middle of town-not on your watch. 

“You know your media availability starts in like 30 minutes, right?” Kimi states next to you, still, definitely scared of the fact that you may be standing here all day if someone didn’t physically make you move soon. He knows you could and you would. 

You shoot him a look, the first time your eyes had moved in 30 minutes. You knew he was right, you knew he was concerned, but still, you didn’t want to leave your spot. You truthfully felt like you couldn’t. You shifted your eyes back to the sea of orange in front of you. “Yeah, I know.” 

“Realistically, what are you looking for. I mean, I know you are looking for” Kimi gets closer to you and drops his voice down, “Lando,” like was a bad word, and if he said it any louder, he would get in trouble. “But what are you gonna do? Yell to him that he’s a douchebag? Give him the middle finger? Attack him? If you do that last one, at least give me a warning so I’m not seen as an accomplice, please.” 

You sigh, you really didn’t know what you were gonna do either when you saw him. You finally give Kimi more than just a quick glance. “Kimi, I really don’t know if I can move on my own.” It was the truth, your brain was so committed to staying there until you caught a glimpse of the infamous curly, brown hair that it felt like it would never signal to your legs that there was a reason to move. 

“Oh, I’ve got this,” Kimi says and, without warning, picks up his leg and pushes his foot into the back of your knee. His great plan on getting you to move was to deadleg you. 

In seconds, you are sent flying down the few stairs in front of you, hitting the concrete. You don’t cry, you don’t scream, you aren’t hurt. You just look back up at Kimi. 

Who is doubled over laughing to the point of tears, and you can’t help but join in. Three stairs are not going to take down your weekend. 

“Kimi, maybe some warning next time.” You say through tears, still sitting on the ground.

Kimi starts moving towards you, “I didn’t think it was going to send you flying,” he says, offering you a hand. Before you could reach for it, though, he stops and looks beside you. Through the laughing and tears, you hadn’t even noticed the man now crouched down next to you. 

Lando fucking Norris. 

You look between the two boys, both offering their hands to help you up-you take neither. You push yourself up off the ground in what seems like a possible world record time. “I’m fine.” You enthusiastically say, looking between them. 

“You’re bleeding,” Lando says, pointing to your hands. “Like really badly.” 

You look down, and he was right. Your hands had gotten all skinned up, you guess, from stopping yourself. 

“It's fine, they don’t even hurt. Kimi, hand me your water bottle.” You say, motioning for it. You take the top off and pour the cold water over your hands, washing away any evidence that anything had even happened. It hurt, but they didn’t need to know that. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to medical? If you don’t want to go to yours, you can go to McLaren I’m sure they won-” Lando said, looking at you concerned. 

“Yes, Lando. I am fine.” You said. Really, you snapped, admittedly more mean-sounding than you meant for it to come out. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out before his assistant came running out to him.

“Lando, come on. Media. Now.” he said. Lando turned around immediately and started following the man. 

You aren’t sure what came over you, but intrusion struck. In a moment, you picked your leg up and sent your foot into the back of his black skinny jeans-just as Kimi had done to you five minutes prior.

You couldn’t help but gasp as you saw the bright orange shirt fall to the ground. Halfway, thinking there was no way that you were the one who caused him to fall to his knees. Halfway proud that you had not let the opportunity pass. 

Well, there’s the answer to Kimi’s question- I guess that’s what I would do when I saw him. 

tags :)

@vampgege @mimisweetz @fcblb81 @taebearyoongs

[originalleftist]

Well, as of now it doesn't look like it will turn into a major war, thank God.

Also, given his age and unhealthy lifestyle, FOTUS will probably be dead in 15 years (a happy thought).

How he is remembered will depend on what happens going forward, when and how his regime is overthrown and what follows it.

As it stands, though, even when he dies he'll be entitled to a state funeral at tax payer expense, so no consequences there.

Also, do NOT kid yourself that he is a problem we can just wait for the country to move on from. Because there is a crucial difference between him and George W. Bush, and between him and every President before him, however awful or corrupt or war-mongering.

They respected term limits.

He does not.

And while they might try to cheat (ie Bush 2000), they were generally unwilling to openly overturn an election by force. He is not. And he will be waaaay more entrenched next time, with far fewer people who will tell him no left in government, AND legal immunity from SCOTUS plus the precedent of mass pardons for those who helped him commit treason.

Even if by some miracle election turnout is enough to overwhelm his efforts to cheat in 2028, and he doesn't try to outright cancel elections (unConstitutional, but when has that ever stopped him?), he WILL NOT leave willingly. Nor would a popular uprising be likely to succeed, at least not quickly or without immense cost. Jan. 6th only went as far as it did because he held back reinforcements from the Capitol. Mobs and militias don't beat professional troops. Not in the modern world, at least not without a decades-long insurgency.

To put it bluntly, he stays until and unless enough of the armed forces turn on him to remove him.

I'm not sure what would cause that. Electoral defeat might, if he hasn't removed all the officers who still take their oath to the Constitution seriously by then. Him getting us into a prolonged, highly costly war might, though that's obviously a horrible outcome. Mass protests and strikes could put some pressure on them, and make it more difficult for the Regime to operate.

But that's what we all need to understand about what's happening now. It's not "the next four years" any more.

It's "Until he's overthrown."

(Also don't put your hopes on him dying- he just gets succeeded by JD Vance, we trade an old fascist for a young one, and Vance has the exact same views on the peaceful transfer of power as his boss.)

What consequences will Trump face for his false claims of a WOMD in Iran and starting a completely avoidable war, potentially causing hundreds of thousands of deaths?

Even 10-15 years from now, when the political machine has chugged along and left him behind — will he be punished? Will anyone in America hold him accountable for his claims?

George Bush Jr. is drinking lemonade and doing oil paintings somewhere and neoliberals are still applauding him for being a “moderate” Republican

So I dunno. Probably none? Which sucks because these men don’t deserve to have skin.

[towasdandelion]

Texting Jabberwock and Frostheim ghouls "If I get arrested you're my one phone call"

Something silly for today (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) (before we dive into some angsty angst)

At first Ren throws his usual "okay" but then he rereads and he's actually very concerned? Just what the hell is happening if you're saying stuff like that? His head is instantly filled with weird scenarios of him having to help you "clean up" after whatever you did. How annoying! (Notice how he's concerned more about the work that comes with it rather that your supposed crime? Yeah that's Ren for you) At least you can still count on him!

Towa is not happy at all! What do you mean one phone call? Arrested? He's confused. Who is daring enough to try taking you away from him? He'll make them regret. If you don't want to experience a sudden downpour and thunder that will make everyone pray for their lives then you better explain what's really going on... It might take a while to reassure him but he will understand in the end, more or less. Well, at least you know he's got your back no matter what! (I feel like he would defend you even if you did something bad so..)

Haru's eyes widen when he reads your message. Did his sunshine get into trouble? Just how bad is it? Before you can explain what's going on he's already abandoning his work and gathering his stuff, ready to go wherever you need him. With that being said, he does breath a sigh of relief when he finds out you were simply testing his reaction. He'd hate it if something bad happened and he wasn't there to help you. I guess it doesn't even matter if you're the one at fault or not..

Tohma lets out a sigh, silently hoping you're not actually being serious. Though unfortunately he's already used to your... "talent" of getting in trouble. Well at least he knows how to stay calm. That's the experience speaking! You just wanted to see his reaction hm? Good, then he won't have to deal with a new batch of work. What work you might ask? He won't hold back from anything when it comes to helping you out. You can be sure of that.

Jin is always ready for whatever you might want to throw at him I'm pretty sure (as long as it can be solved with money) so he won't waste time asking unnecessary questions. Just tell him whatever is going on later, he needs to know that you're safe first! Oh you were just joking? Well too bad cause he wasn't. He actually demands you to come to him first before acting. Will support whatever you want or come up with something even better. So be careful, okay? Just saying.

Kaito is on a verge of passing out. He had his fair share of "interesting experiences" so his mind is filled with scenarios of what possibly happened! And right now when he got you to be his girlfriend? Life is so unfair! Anyways, don't expect him to just wail, he would actually help no questions asked, even if it meant risking going to jail with you. You were just seeing his reaction? Oh thank God. He already has your whole wedding planned in his head and he's glad it is going to happen after all. (Hint hint katio you gotta pop the question first)

Luca is the sweetest ever, always. He will literally never judge you even if he personally disagrees with something. Are you in distress? Do you need to talk? He's right there for you! He'd rather have you talk to him first instead of jumping into action without thinking. He's calm and collected too. Whatever it is he will help and make sure you're okay. Oh, it's just a reaction test hm? Well, it doesn't change anything. Everything he said and did was sincere.

[twopoppies]

Hi Gina I was wondering if you could help me understand the reason for Harry’s kiss last night. I’m so new to this fandom and it’s my first time experiencing stunting so now that Louis and Harry are both stunting I’m lost. If there isn’t any contracts or anything forcing them to do this then why on earth would either of them choose to stunt? Especially Harry because people know he’s queer already (well many assume) and he doesn’t have a reason to stunt. Also he doesn’t need popularity because he’s famous already? I don’t understand it and it’s really throwing me off. I don’t understand the reason for him kissing this girl in public.

Hi, darling. I think what you have to realize is, first of all, so much of the world is grossly homophobic. And so much of Harry’s image is built on him being a sexual fantasy. So, no matter how many people think he’s queer, there are still more (or at least a lot) who think he isn’t, and he/his team/his label aren’t ready to lose any of them.

So, they’re going to keep his sexuality ambiguous for those who don’t want to look beyond the surface.

Second, yes, he’s already very famous. But fame and success isn’t a once and done kind of thing. Celebrities always have to have something going on in order to keep them in the public eye. But especially if they’re about to have a new project. I’d guess HS4 is coming sooner, rather than later. Having him show up at one of the biggest festivals in the world, and then articles about him making out with some woman, is a very easy way to get people talking about him.

So, he’s going to have a reason to “stunt” for as long as he wants to continue being in the public eye and for as long as he’s not making a definitive statement about his sexuality or showing the world who his real partner is. As annoying as that sounds, I think that’s how it is.

I think, too, that you have to look at it differently than “they have a contract that forces them to do these things.” Yes, I do think they’re more in control. But they’re also operating within a system that, to an extent, dictates their behavior. They might not want to do PR relationships, but they also know they’re fairly easy and effective ways of keeping themselves in the press (which is necessary for them in their industry), and keeping their closets in tact, at least as far as the world outside of a certain part of fandom is concerned.

IMO, the only way to be okay with what they do, is to let go of needing a certain outcome. Don’t get yourself get hung up on them coming out, then claiming each other, them being a certain sexuality, etc etc. Enjoy their music, enjoy the parts of themselves they show us, enjoy your friends here… and roll with the idiotic parts of the music industry. They clearly both still want to be successful within it. And that means having to play some stupid games.

I hope this is a bit helpful. ❤️

[lis-likes-fics]

Shameless

Pairing(s): Spencer Reid x Reader Word Count: 2.2k word Warnings: NSFW, smut, swearing, p in v sex, oral (f!receiving), sort of exhibitionism (getting caught and not caring), idk what else... A/N: So I've had the biggest writer's block since my Valentine's event and I am just now getting back into it so forgive me if I still don't post too often after this. But thank you for your patience, and please bear with me as I get back in the groove. I hope you enjoy this little fic of my favorite autistic man!

Spencer thinks it's worthy to note that he's not nearly as shy as he used to be—and you would agree. When you met him, he was an anxiety-ridden, can't-look-you-in-the-eye, speaks-too-fast-even-he-can’t-keep-up boy that blushed every time you looked at him.

He's still all of those things but at least now he can kiss you without feeling like his heart might give out—just stutter a bit.

But it's not like it's come easily. You've practically thrown him into exposure therapy when it comes to relative public humiliation. He doesn't mean that you actively embarrass and/or harass him like it's some sort of life purpose—of course not.

But it's important to understand that you are Morgan's best friend and roommate. So when you and Spencer start dating—worse, when you start having sex? He learns what exactly that really means. And so does Derek, who stands in the break room with his favorite mug—courtesy of Penelope Garcia—refilling his coffee for the third time in the past couple of hours.

Emily is armed to the teeth, fully prepared to pick on him when she steps into the room to tease him and his wrinkled, un-suave looking shirt. “Well, you look like something the Strauss dragged in,” she smirks, teeth flashing with her amusement when Derek flinches slightly as he sees her looming over his shoulder. “What's wrong with you?”

She steps to the side just to take him in and really revel in this new, slightly unkempt version of the sleek Derek Morgan. His eyes are marked with exhaustion, and he looks at Emily like he might just pass out right there.

“Pretty boy.” The way he says has so much spite that Emily can't help but snort. He'd scoffed and shaken his head and looked off into space like he was plotting.

Emily takes the coffee pot from his lazily offered hand and starts pouring her own cup. “What? Were they talking all night?” She mixes in her creamer, fully unaware of what she's walking into. “What is it that they even do? Stare at each other and play Sudoku? The occasional shy peck on the cheek?”

“Are you sure you've met my roommate?” he asks, the look on his face way too vexed to simply be you and Spencer rambling at 2 A.M.

It's as if she's being summoned as JJ walks into the room, cup empty and hand already reaching for the pot. “The one dating Spencer, right?”

“The only one I have? Yeah, that one,” Derek says, leaning back against the counter with one ankle crossed over the other.

JJ is unfazed by his tone. “What’d she do this time? Or is it just the shoes again?”

“Actually, it's Spencer this time,” Emily corrects.

“Well, what'd he do this time?”

“Actually,” Derek says, “it's both of them this time.”

JJ rolls her eyes. “Who did what when?”

“Say that five times fast.” Emily laughs, much to Derek's dismay. Which makes JJ laugh, much to Derek's dismay.

“If someone says ‘time’ one more–” He cuts himself off, sighing and hanging his head in defeat as the two cover their mouths and laugh at Derek's general dismay.

“So what happened?” Emily says, refocusing the topic at hand because she really wants to know who to thank for her ammunition and why.

~

Really it's his own fault. At this point of their relationship, Derek should know by now that when it comes to Spencer, there's little that will keep you from him. You've been obsessed with the boy since Derek introduced you, head over heels and so deeply protective of him—in a way that's both fun and dangerous to tease.

Spencer adores it. He can't believe there is someone that loses her mind any time anyone even looks at him the wrong way. He has to reassure you that he's okay just so you don't fight a man who happens to shove shoulders with him on the street.

But it also means there is nothing that will pull you away from him when you've got the pleasure to give him pleasure (and vice versa).

Not when you're straddling his lap in the living room, square on his back on the couch while you make out with him until he's dizzy with adoration.

“You have an entire room,” Derek reminds, brow raised as he looks over at you from where you glance at him over the couch.

“Yeah, but we were already out here,” you shrug. It's not a convincing argument but you apparently don't have time to finish it because you're already cradling his red cheeks and kissing him silly again. He's already forgotten about Morgan, holding you to him like there's nobody there, at all.

And you definitely weren't pulled away when Derek opened the door to said room this morning, a question on his tongue when he foolishly forgets to knock. “Did you–”

Spencer startles in the form of a brief shout and a sharp jolt of shock. You don't share that reaction—in fact, you don't react at all, besides the instinctive shift to cover Spencer with your body, which you continue to rock feverishly back and forth atop him in a desperate search for the ends of your pleasure (which doesn't quite exist when it comes to Spencer).

Panting, your hands on Spencer's shoulders tighten slightly as you roll your hips deeply. “What?” you huff over your shoulder.

“I did not want to see this today,” Derek says, not to himself but to you as a half-gripe.

“You're the one who didn't—mmph—knock.”

“I thought he was gone.”

“Can you please close the door?” Spencer's voice shakes from a moan he tries to keep in as he covers his face with his hands, which had once been on your waist that you now miss. His face is burning with embarrassment, flushed red with humiliation and pleasure alike.

Derek doesn't quite pay attention to him, gaze focused solely on you still bouncing on top of him as you allow little moans to slip from your lips. “So I'm guessing you don't need a ride to work?”

“No, he's got me,” you say, looking down at him with źa smile and gently encouraging one hand from his face to see him. He glances at you, warm with exertion, pupils blown wide with lust, smiling down at him in a way that makes him forget about his current predicament. “Right, Spence?”

Spencer would be thinking of cradling your face and kissing you silly, of hugging you until you run out of breath, of holding your hand and staring into your eyes forever or until some cruel force comes to pull him away—if you weren't currently riding his cock like it's the one thing you were meant to do. Instead, all he can think about is how beautiful you look on top of him, how he wants to spread your pretty thighs and devour you, how he wants to make you cum over and over and over again.

“Yeah,” he nods, panting as he goes. “I got you.”

“See?” You smile at Derek, still rocking and still occasionally whimpering between fast, shallow pulls of breath. “All good.”

Derek rolls his eyes. “Okay, well, I'm gonna go bleach my eyes before work. I'll see you later.”

You bite your lip looking down at Spencer's half-blissed face (the other half is still still pure embarrassment, because shame would insinuate being ashamed of giving you pleasure and that would never be an option). “Look so pretty, honey,” you whisper breathily, partially forgetting Derek's in the room.

And as such, “And my ears, too, while I'm at it.”

“Oh, wait,” you glance over your shoulder once more to catch his gaze. “Can you get me after work? Spencer's got a thing.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he says, already turning to close the door behind him. As he's doing so, a shocked whimper falls from Spencer's lips when the blunt edges of your nails begin to dig slightly into his chest. “Or maybe I'll just gouge ‘em out.”

~

“Oh,” Emily says, brows raised and lips pursed. “I didn't know our boy got down like that. Respect.”

“Yeah, and I didn't need to know how much,” Derek shakes his head woefully as he takes another generous sip from his mug.

“How much?” JJ echoes. “This is a common occurrence?”

Derek drops his face in one hand, like the mere memory of the two of you and your “activities” brings him pain and despair. “You don't know the half of it, because the kid definitely isn't innocent in all this.”

~

Derek nudges your door open when you answer his knock. Glancing around, he notices a suspicious lack of your boyfriend, usually glued to your hip and at your every beck and call. You're alone at your desk, your fingers still on your computer as you work away on something.

“Hey, I was gonna get somethin’ to eat. Where'd the kid go?” His brow furrows as he glances around for a moment.

You look at him with eyes just a bit too wide, lips pursed as you look at him with far too much attention. You smile a bit, your words so slightly slurred. “Oh, he just went to do the same.”

“Weird, I didn't…” Derek watches you, suspicion in his gaze as he looks you up and down, tucked neatly into your desk. “I didn't hear him leave…” He trails off at the end, studying you suspiciously. Your eye twitches lightly, like you're trying not to close it as your fingers tap repeatedly on the desk.

Derek's grimace is strong. “Aww—c'mon, really? Couldn't’ve warned me or anything?”

You drop some of your façade, the remains more for the sake of his sanity than your dignity—there is nothing at all undignifying about being worshipped by Dr. Spencer Reid. Your mouth goes mostly slack, your eyes get droopy. You have enough handle on your voice for now not to moan in his face when you tightly say, “The knock was your warning. Whoops.”

“‘Whoops’? You let me walk in on you fuckin’, and all you say is ‘whoops’?” He rolls his eyes, not nearly as infuriated as he seems (he's so incredibly glad two of the people who mean most to him are together and happy, just sick of witnessing them together and happy).

Spencer doesn't seem like he's letting up anytime soon either. Within the cover of the desk, he spreads your legs just a bit wider as he leans in ever closer to you. You feel the slightest scratch of the barely-there stubble beginning to grow on his cheeks at the inside of your thighs and have to bite your lip to keep your sounds in.

“We're n-not fucking,” you say. “This doesn't count.”

“It does to me,” he raises a brow and crosses his arms over his chest. It doesn't necessarily feel like all this talk-back is really warranted if he's the one standing there talking to you instead of leaving now that he knows what's actually happening.

“Do you need anything, Derek?” The pleasure is creeping up your spine, and you're not totally keen on cumming on Spencer's mouth while Derek Morgan is staring you down. Is this the first time he's “witnessed” one of your orgasms? No. But that doesn't mean it needs to be a common occurrence.

He grabs the door again. “Are you hungry?”

“We're good,” you nod, your voice thin.

He's beginning to pull the door closed when Spencer pulls away from between your legs, looking up at you with glistening lips. “Wait, I'm a little hungry,” he murmurs to you, a shy smile ready on his lips.

You roll your eyes playfully, one hand coming to stroke gently at the back of his as it gently squeezes your thigh. “Ugh, fine. Derek.” He peeks his head in. “Send me the menu, I'll text you.” He sticks out a thumbs up and closes the door.

You turn back to Spencer, whatever is on your computer long forgotten. You smile, “I hate you.”

“Oh,” he says. “I can fix that.”

He spreads your thighs a bit once more and dives between them with the enthusiasm of a starving man to a buffet. His tongue laps at you until you moan too loudly, and then he's sucking at your clit like a straw. “Oh, fuck.”

~

The attention of the three agents is pulled to the door when the perpetrator suddenly walks in with a coffee cup in one hand, a wooden stir in the other, and a really confused look when they're all looking at him with varying expressions.

Spencer looks between them, eyes widening slowly as he nervously shifts from foot to foot. “What?”

Emily and JJ look at each other before falling into a fit of surprised laughter. Derek rolls his eyes, walking past the two, and then past Spencer with a small shake of his head.

His gaze follows Derek until he's behind him, confusion etching deeper into his face as he turns back to Emily and JJ with worried brows. They leave next, and Spencer is left to his own confoundment.

“What did I do?”

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sorry for asking so much.. but.. Eternal Sugar Cookie killer reader forsaken.. LIKE👅👅👅👅👅 BADDIE!! POSE FOR ME!!.. mafioso x Eternal Sugar Cookie killer reader👅👅👅👅👅👅👅👅👅👅👅👅👅👅👅👅👅👅👅👅👅👅👅

SHES SO PRETTY GAHHHH

I love when people request from me, so you don't have to feel sorry.

Reader may be OOC since I wrote this when sleepy.

Mafioso x Eternal Sugar Cookie!killer!reader

・With you being quite powerful, manipulation skills and the ability to fulfill anyone's dreams within your domain, even Mafioso had been scared of you at first. You met him when him and his minions had accidentally entered, and you greeted him with a sweet, slightly sleepy smile on your face. He didn't ask for much, which surprised you, and left immediately. You thought about it almost all the time after that. Why didn't you stop him? Why did he leave so easily? Why didn't he ask for anything? You weren't feeling negative about it, unlike when most people left... After all, you had a feeling that you would meet him again one day.

・And that feeling you had was correct. You had been transported to the killer's cabin. When he saw you, he attempted to try and talk to you, wondering how the one who put him in that realm was inside of the purgatory as well. You didn't reveal much, but you certainly intrigued him. Your sleepy, calm voice with a hint of seduction... That elegant, fancy outfit in contrast to the place where you are currently... Your mysterious, sweet way of hiding your true self... He wanted to know the real you. Whether that gentle, flirty person he knew was or wasn't the same as they appear.

・How he confessed... Moreso how you confessed. Your head was in his lap as you took a nap, tired from the round of killing survivors before smiling and looking up at him. You chuckled softly, holding one of his hands to your chest as you spoke. "You, my dear, are quite the enticing man. I'd like to be by your side... As a lover." A pink tint had went over his nose and cheeks, but he cleared his throat before nodding, pulling your head up to give you a gentle kiss. You had tried to continue that nap once you were in an actual bed, but... How could you sleep after that?

・Mafioso most likely knew that you were feeling slightly embarrassed, despite your work of a personality. At that point, he knew you didn't get out much, and didn't have a lot of romantic experience, only giving it to others. But he did show you that he cared, even when busy, whether it be buying you fancy gifts, maybe spending some time with you on the porch or holding you close when cuddling (or vice versa by your decision), he'll always try his best to make sure it's give and take for you, not just give.

・After that stage of your relationship with Mafioso, you became the more dominant one in the relationship. When he came back to the cabin, you'd gently go behind him and put your hand on his cheek, praising his work. You'd start being the big spoon during cuddle sessions more often, with Mafioso getting to be so every week or two. While he still does a lot of things for you, he knows you enjoy spoiling him and making him happy... Despite the fact he can do it to both you and himself.

・Mafioso finds you absolutely gorgeous and beautiful. He'll spectate you as a killer, admiring your work. Luring the survivors, giving them both healing and a false sense of hope... All to kill them. Mafioso admires the gracefulness of your attacks, and how you turn something seen as horrifying and brutal (Which it is.) into an elegant work of art. At least in his eyes.

・(ANGST-COMFORT) When Mafioso had complimented how you gave those survivors a false sense of hope and how it was a wise idea, you were confused. When he explained how manipulating the survivors was a good move, the conversation had escalated into a bit of an argument. After a few hours, he finally tried to go talk to you, and knocked on your door. When he sat down, trying to understand your anger, you had explained how you just want those survivors to be happy, and killing them is a way for them to not feel anymore pain. He hugged you, rubbing your head as you sobbed, until you tell asleep.

・Dates between the two of you are always sweet. A bit expensive, but sweet. He'll take you out to a nice dinner, or go clothes shopping for the two of you. But if the date doesn't have money spent, then he'll take a long walk in the forest with you, occasionally picking a flower to put in your hair. But if you're the one planning the date, then you'll take him to the living room, laying his head on your chest and turning on a movie. You don't know many places due to being cooped up in your realm for so long. But, it's always quite comforting.

・Since you can get quite obsessive at times, Mafioso will have to remind you he wouldn't leave you for the world. Even with that, you can get quite jealous. Seeing him talk with Chance, maybe Guest 1337... It angers you. Whenever you get jealous, he'll take you to his room, letting you decide to be either the big or little spoon, and gently reassuring you, rubbing small circles on your arm and smiling softly.

・If you two were killing together, rest assured, all the survivors are most likely dead. You'd lull them to lose their guard (The admins and Guest 1337 are pretty hard to convince, though.) and Mafioso would come in and easily kill them. If either of you were stunned, the other would protect. When the survivors see that you and Mafioso are the current killers, they'll know they're probably dead.

I made this while having a cold. And also... Another new crackship. Eternal Mafia?

[heartyluv]

Note: This may be really, really niche, but if you get it, you get it! Even if you don’t know any of what I list, maybe you can check some out if you’re interested! Anyways, I think this is super cute and so much fun to think about. I hope you think so, too!

The LIs Favorite Black Movies & TV Shows

1. Xavier - Madea plays are his absolute go-to, but especially Madea on the Run and A Madea Christmas. He likes to be able to get a little snooze in when they start singing LOLLLLL!!! We listen and we don’t judge, but yes, I skip the singing, toooooo. You’ll let them play so your sleepy babe can rest his eyes while you get a snack or use the bathroom. He doesn’t dislike the singing, but he’s really there for the laughs and the story. His favorite parts will always be the Madea and Aunt Bam duo. You know that cute breathy chuckle he does? And the little tip up of the corner of his mouth? They pull it out of him with their banter and jokes they crack on other characters. OH, HE IS SO CUTE.

As for a show, he lovessss Martin, and his favorite character that Martin will portray is in fact, Dragonfly Jones LMFAOOOO!!! Besides that, he definitely likes Gina/Pam & Tommy/Cole. He just loves a good duo.

2. Zayne - He likes Tyler Perry movies in general, but his favorite one without a doubt, is Good Deeds. Zayne seems like movies that offer realism and tackle real life scenarios, but indulge in a little bit of a fantasy, are his cup of tea. So yes, he likes Wesley learning and understanding his privilege through a woman who’s been without it, and coming out of a mundane routine because of her unintentional influence, to live life how he wants. He especially likes him ultimately choosing himself, his dreams, along with the woman and her child that he truly loves in the end over money, status, and success. His favorite trope has to be characters learning a valuable lesson because in some way, I think they stick with him, too. Which is why I feel like he also enjoys Diary of a Mad Black Woman and both of the Why Did I Get Married movies.

His favorite show is Moesha. He likes to try and understand all sides in the situations that arise and even offer up different ways he would’ve went about it. But, I feel like he’s a Frank haterrrr. Seriously though, who even likes Frank?!?!

3. Rafayel - No one can fight me on this. This man LOVES The Wiz. A rendition of a classic that became a classic?!?? HE IS HOOKED. Watches it at least once a week, knows all the songs by heart, and his favorite characters are The Cowardly Lion & The Scarecrow. Bae loves him some Michael Jackson. Oh, and every time without fail, when he sees the feast being prepared in the beginning, he pouts and begssss you to make him something like that again. (You’ve done it for him before and it’s become one of his favorite types of meals. Your nostalgia about it makes him nostalgic, and he values that feeling.) He always anticipates the start of I’m A Mean Ole Lion and Slide Some Oil to Me Now….because he’s gonna get up and perform it in the middle of the living room. It’s so ingrained in his mind that he executes it almost as flawlessly as you who’s been watching it since you were a kid.

Favorite show is The Bernie Mac Show. He is locked in when Bernie sits down and starts addressing “America” LMFAOOO!!! AND HE IS ALWAYS AGREEING WITH HIM!!!! AND, AND, that song Bernie sings in the episode when he goes to eat the cake in the fridge and gets sick—“Who’s the man? You the man—strong healthy Black man.” YES, RAFAYEL SINGS IT LOLLLLL!!!

5. Caleb - My baby daddy—He loves all the Friday movies LMFAOOOOO!! Smokey and Day-Day are unmatched in his eyes. But out of all three, despite each one being classics, the first Friday will forever hold a special place in his heart. His favorite scenes are when Craig’s father gets on him for being in the kitchen every time he’s in the kitchen, don’t get him started on the “Bye, Felicia” because he says that to you ALL THE TIME, and he absolutely falls out over Ezal’s fake ass slip and fall in the store, screaming for “$150,000 but will settle out of court for twenty bucks” LOLLLL!!!! BECAUSE HE’D DO IT TOO!!!!

Classically loves The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. Carlton is his dude and yes, he’ll do the dance sitting next to you whenever he does it. The family dynamic and funny moments will remind him so much of your family sometimes, too. That makes him love it even more. I also believe that the episode where Will’s father failed to show up and he had that emotional breakdown with Uncle Phil is a hard watch for him, just like it can be for others. It makes him all sappy, so for some reason, he has to hold you in his arms whenever you’re rewatching the show and that scene pops up. (You secretly love it. You love kissing the forehead of your strong emotional baby.)

6. Sylus - He was thoroughly surprised to find out how much he enjoys The Temptations—movies and music. I feel like when you told him that it was about a real life music group and their struggles through loss, companionship, friendship, mental health, and addiction, his interest was piqued. As man in his own form of an industry, it astounded him to see how one of music could have experiences so detrimental to people and their families. It ultimately taught him a newfound respect for not only music in general, but for Black musicians and Black creatives, period. Oh my goodness, he can’t stop listing to Just My Imagination and Ain’t Too Proud To Beg. AND HE SINGS THEM TO YOUUUU, AWWWWW. Off-key as hell, but that deep rumble of his voice and the way he’ll sway with you in his office or the kitchen makes up for it. (P.S. it blew his mind when he found out The Five Heartbeats were a fictional group. He came to you and asked why he couldn’t find any information on the “real members” when he was doing his own research.)

This man is addicted to the House of Payne show. He really likes the healthy balance of comedy and seriousness. Uncle Curtis is his favorite and he has no shame in laughing at the semi-offensive jokes he makes about family members. (Please don’t get him going about the things he says about Janine omg). And Sylus really likes how much Curtis values and respects his wife and how Ella makes him learn to value her as his second half and nothing less.

A/N: The thought to do this came to me this morning and I was just so in love. Kinda thinking of doing their favorite Black artists as well!

♾️ Tags: @starryeyed-apple @asiatic-apple @sensual-study @sweetcalebb @asiaticapple @raemanova @awquaz @callads7 @floatinginaer @crimsonsylus @aquarianbeat

[octuscle]

From ZZ to AA

Zhi Zhāng was worried. He had been sent to Lagos because there were “problems” there. No one from the party had been able to tell him what kind of problems they were. Perhaps it had something to do with some kind of new pandemic. In any case, he had been vaccinated again shortly before departure. He had not been told what it was for. He had not asked. He was used to doing what he was told. “Zhi” meant ambition, and Zhi was ambitious. But he was also smart enough to know when it was better to hold back. A party secretary had given him his travel documents. He usually traveled economy, but this time he had a business class ticket. Zhi thought that was a good sign. And the flight with Ethiopian had been more than pleasant. But that was where it ended at the airport in Lagos. Instead of a limousine, a rather rickety taxi was waiting for him.

The taxi driver was a young man who obviously spoke very little English. But he talked a lot. Zhi didn't understand a word. At first. But eventually he began to understand a few words here and there. The man spoke Yoruba. No surprise in this region. Of course, Zhi hardly spoke the language. But during the ride, he learned to understand it. Amazingly quickly. And when he said goodbye with “O dabọ,” the taxi driver almost threw his arms around him with joy.

If the taxi ride was a disappointment, the hotel room was a disaster. A local hotel, very simple, far away from the glittering palaces of the chain hotels. All kinds of languages could be heard in the area, but no English and certainly no Chinese. With great difficulty, Zhi explained that a room should be reserved for him. The man at the reception desk said it was rare for business travelers to stay at his hotel. And even rarer for someone who wasn't from here to speak Yoruba so well. Zhi thanked him. He said that his grandfather was from Ibadan and had emigrated to Shanghai a long time ago as part of a student exchange program. And while his mother had grown up trilingual, he, Zhi, had at least picked up a few words of the language of his African ancestors.

Among the few amenities in his room were two small bottles of water. Zhi could only hope that they contained fresh mineral water. But in the end, he didn't care. He was terribly thirsty. It was hot and stuffy. The air conditioning was broken. Or maybe there was just no electricity. Zhi took off his shirt and jacket. The water felt good. He wanted to change. That was his suitcase. That was his combination for the lock. But inside were not his clothes. No suits, no shirts. T-shirts, sweatpants… All visibly worn, but clean. But not his. He didn't care. He put on sweatpants, flip-flops, and a T-shirt. He needed something cold to drink. And even though he had quit years ago, he desperately needed cigarettes. He went out onto the street. Diagonally across the street was a 24/7. He would find what he needed there. He grabbed a six-pack of local beer and a pack of cigarettes. Shit, did they accept his credit cards here? He pulled out a First Bank of Nigeria bank card. Issued to Adebayo Zhāng. His mother had insisted that he bear the name of his grandfather from her homeland. And he bore the name with pride! And what an absurd thought that this card would not be accepted here.

Back at the hotel, Olakunde was already waiting for him excitedly at the reception desk. “Ade, you have a visitor. Looks important. Waiting for you in the back office!” Adebayo wasn't expecting anyone. But he was here because of those Chinese guys. Presumably, this was one of them. He went into the back room. A small, elderly gentleman in a sweaty polyester suit was waiting for him. “Adebayo Abdullahi? Pleased to meet you.” Adebayo replied in broken Chinese that the pleasure was all his. And he offered the man a beer, which he declined. Adebayo lit a cigarette and asked what this was about. “Well, we don't often bother to welcome new employees in person. You understand, the effort involved is enormous. The flight to Shanghai takes almost 20 hours.” Adebayo nodded, even though he had never flown himself. "But you know, it's not often that you find good people here who also speak Chinese. That's why we want to make you a personal offer. You'll be our jack of all trades here. Driver when people from the party come to Lagos, errand boy. Debt collector when necessary. We pay $800 a month. And there's a welcome bonus of $10,000." Adebayo felt dizzy. That was an unimaginable amount of money. For little work. Just because he was lucky enough to be able to read and write, not only in Yoruba and English but also a little in Cantonese. He said he felt very honored and would gladly accept the generous offer. He had to control himself when the Chinese man began counting freshly printed dollar bills on the table.

Adebayo had never heard the name Zhi Zhāng before in his life. Nor had anyone else, at least no one would admit to it. In any case, there was no party member of that name in the files and registers in Beijing. And there was no one of that name on the passenger lists of the last few weeks either. Adebayo's initials were AA. He was as far away from ZZ as you could possibly be. And since he didn't know that, he didn't care at all!

Inspiration through @begon1

[sweetpeaaquarius]

The Healer - Part 2

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Healer f!reader

POV: Eris and the reader

Summary: Eris found his mate, a healer from the Night Court. She is all he was raised to distrust: soft-spoken, loyal, and a Night Court fae. He isn’t the monster she expected. There is silence where she braced for rage, gentleness where she feared cruelty. She doesn’t understand what it means to be his mate, only that the bond aches, her thoughts drift to him, and her soul craves him.

Warnings: mentions of blood and battlefield aftermath, hypervigilance, insomnia, emotional detachment, references to physical injuries and past violence, mating bond dynamics, emotional intensity, internalised resistance, power imbalance.

Strong emotional themes: trauma, vulnerability and reluctant intimacy (not sexual)

Word count: 2,264

Series: The Healer - Part 1

Eris woke to movement, deliberate, quiet, not meant to wake him, but the warmth beside him faded, and the mattress rose as weight left it.

His eyes snapped open.

She was dressing. The Night Court healer, his mate, stood a few paces away, sliding into freshly laundered robes. Her hands trembled slightly as she tied the sash at her waist. She ran shaking fingers through her hair, and her breath caught when she noticed him watching from the bed.

Eris sat up, the blanket pooling at his hips, heat rolling off his bare skin. Sometime in the night, he had shed his shirt, burning too hot beside her. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, not quite meeting his gaze.

His brow furrowed. “Why are you sorry?”

“I woke you.”

“You could stab me and I wouldn’t expect an apology,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep and irony. He rose, pulling a shirt over his head.

“Are you leaving?” he asked, moving toward his desk. Three fresh pages of the dead waited for him there, names inked in blood and duty.

“I need to assess the wounded for transport,” she said, her voice quiet, clipped. Her eyes tracked him, then lingered too long on the long, angry wound stretching from his cheek to his collarbone.

“Your wound is irritated.”

Her tone shifted, clinical, but laced with something else. Concern, maybe.

She approached slowly, as if he were something dangerous. Eris stayed still, watching her through narrowed eyes as she reached for him. He bent slightly, letting her examine the wound. Her fingers trembled against his jaw.

When her magic touched him, cool and silver, so unlike the fire-forged spells of Autumn, it stole the breath from his lungs. It slid through his skin like silk. Like moonlight. It bloomed beneath the surface, coiling gently around torn tissue, quieting the pain.

The mating bond responded—sang. Pulled taut.

He hated it. He wanted it. Her hands. Her magic. Her.

When she stepped back, too soon, something inside him ached. Wanted her to stay. Wanted more.

“You should apply a cooling balm, something with honey, chamomile or lavender,” she said, eyes averted. “Your court’s healers will have something suitable.”

He straightened. “I will.”

“I should go.”

The words struck him like an arrow. Something inside him recoiled. The chain of the bond wrapped tightly around his ribs.

“Your name?” he asked. Not a command—a plea.

She hesitated. “Y/N.”

He repeated it, quietly. The syllables curled on his tongue like smoke. It tasted like fate.

“I need to go,” she said again, more gently this time.

Eris hesitated. “You could come back to Autumn with me.”

She tilted her head, blinking as if confused by the offer.

“No. My home is the Night Court,” she said, like it was a fact, and it was. The Night Court was her home, no matter his feelings about it.

“But you’re my mate.”

“I’m a fae with a job—a home. A family,” she said sharply. “I’m not only your mate.”

It stung, but more than that, her words acknowledged the bond. She had accepted it, at least on some level. That alone was enough to make something in him stir, something dangerously close to hope.

He swallowed the grin threatening his face and simply nodded. “Of course. You have work to tend to.”

She looked briefly startled by his calm. Like she’d expected a fight, but she only nodded once and turned to leave.

At the tent’s entrance, she paused.

She glanced back at him, still slightly dishevelled, his hair mussed, skin littered with bruises, new and old scars and cuts.

“I’ll be safe leaving your camp?” she asked. 

The question stung more than it should have.

What did she think he’d do? What did she think his people would do? What stories had she been told?

Aloud, he said, “No one will touch you. You know the way back to the healer’s tents?”

“I think so.”

She reached for the canvas flap, peeking through. The morning light filtered in warm orange, dawn was just breaking, and the camp was beginning to stir.

“Okay,” she said softly. Hesitation lingered in her voice. She didn’t look back again. Just mumbled a quiet goodbye and slipped out.

The flap closed behind her, slow and silent.

Just like that, it was as if she’d never been there.

No—only memories, and the dead remained. That’s all that was left in his tent now:

Tangled sheets.

The scent of a Night Court fae.

His mate.

Reader POV – 

The canvas flaps closed behind her with a whisper, but she heard it like a door slamming shut. For a moment, she just stood there, eyes scanning the waking camp, as though someone might emerge from the shadows to drag her back.

She wasn’t truly afraid of him, but she was scared of his name. Of what it carried. Power. Politics. History. Eris Vanserra was not a male she should have touched, let alone allowed to touch her soul.

The dawn was sharp and quiet, the air cool against the heat she carried from his tent. Being near him was like standing too close to a flame, dangerous, intimate, consuming. Even now, her skin hummed faintly from his warmth, from the memory of his body beside hers.

Autumn’s camp was quieter than expected. Still. Tense. She caught the glance of a soldier near the fire, but they barely acknowledged her. No one stopped her, just as he’d promised.

Still, her fingers trembled as she pulled her robes tighter around herself. Her sleeves smelled like smoke. Like him.

It felt absurd, how easily she had left that tent, how little resistance he had given. He hadn’t touched her. Hadn’t demanded anything and hadn’t pressed. Just asked for her name and let her go.

God, she shouldn’t have given it.

He had said it like it meant something.

Her pace quickened.

She shouldn’t have gone with him. Shouldn’t have healed him. Shouldn’t have felt guilty when watching him sleep with his head bowed over a list of the dead. There had been something devastating about the way he clutched that quill, like the weight of it was too much.

Yet, she had felt safe in that tent. That part, she hated most of all.

Even now, the bond lingered at the edge of her awareness, tight, quiet, waiting. It was like a string wound around her chest, not pulling but present.

She glanced back once. The tent had vanished behind rows of canvas, swallowed by the mist.

Her chest ached.

He hadn’t asked her to stay. He hadn’t told her to go.

He’d just let her.

She should have been relieved.

Instead, she felt haunted.

Inside the healer’s tents, the scent of blood was thick, metallic, and sour. It turned her stomach.

The night-shift healer passed her a quick report, half-asleep, fingers shaking, their skin waxy from too little rest. She offered a soft word of thanks, hoping they’d manage food and sleep before they crumpled under the weight of it all.

She had also planned to collapse the night before. Instead, she found herself in his tent, washed, fed, and warm.

Her job was simple, on paper: triage, assess, stabilise, prepare for transport.

It demanded focus, accuracy, and mercifully, no time to think.

Her magic moved quietly, with instinctive precision.

A bandage tightened. A pulse steadied. A bone was set. Bleeding slowed.

Her fingers didn’t falter, not even as her body screamed from lack of rest.

Not even after a night spent wrapped around a male born of fire, fury, and unbearable gentleness.

She didn’t let herself remember the way his breath had ghosted across her skin. The warmth of his palm against her ribs. The steady press of his brow into the hollow of her neck, as if she were a sanctuary.

She didn’t allow herself to feel the bond as it stirred beneath her magic, tightening and alive. She couldn’t afford to dwell on it. There were too many in pain, too many dying, and too few left to help.

A male with a shattered femur. A female pierced by ash arrows. A child, barely past their first century, gasping for breath through blood and fever.

One by one, she moved between them, did what she could, and assigned the rest.

She told herself she was fine.

Even when her hands began to tremble.

Even when her magic began to flicker, it was dim and uneven.

Even when the ghost of him echoed low in her bones, like a war drum beating in the distance.

Time passed slowly and in a haze.

Three more died before she stepped outside the tents. One Illyrian soldier had begged her to stop trying, his wings severed at the root, his mind already gone.

The sky had shifted. Grey clouds, heavy and low, rolled overhead. The trees stood still.

She sensed it—the tug, gentle and low. The bond was awake and aware. 

She turned before he could call her name. 

Eris stood a few steps away, dressed in Autumn Court reds and golds. He looked every inch the heir—handsome, powerful, untouchable.

“I didn’t expect you here,” she said.

“I didn’t expect to find you elbow-deep in triage,” he replied.

She crossed her arms over her chest. “I told you. I have work to do.”

“I can see that.”

A wide, stretching pause.

“Why did you come?” she asked, exhaustion creeping in.

“Because I needed to know you were all right,” he said quietly.

“I’m not yours to worry over.”

“You’re my mate,” he said softly, like the words hurt to speak.

She flinched.

“Do you need anything?” he asked. “Food? Clean clothes?”

She noticed the tension in his shoulders and the twitch of his fingers—the faint glaze in his eyes. The bond throbbed between them. Slow. Steady. Unwavering.

“Eris…” she whispered.

He looked at her as if it pained him to hear his name from her mouth.

“I’m okay,” she lied. “You should go. You have duties.”

He nodded slowly, gathering himself. “I do.”

But then his voice shifted, lower, rougher, cracking just slightly.

“But knowing you’re here, worn thin, buried in blood and grief... it makes it hard to think of anything else.”

She opened her mouth, but he held up a hand before she could remind him of who she was or what she had to be.

“I know what you are. A healer. Night Court.” He swallowed. “But you’re also mine. And I can’t pretend that means nothing.”

She felt the tears burning behind her eyes.

“What if I want it to mean nothing?” she asked, voice splintering.

He hesitated. A beat. Another.

He spoke softly, “Then I’ll walk away. I won’t force it. I won’t become someone you fear.”

Something inside her shattered.

She looked toward the tents, toward the wounded. Toward anything that wasn’t him.

“I have to get the wounded home.”

“I know.”

She didn’t answer; she only turned and walked away. He didn’t follow, but she felt his warmth against her spine, a tether she hadn’t severed. She returned inside.

By dusk, she was unravelling.

Her magic thinned with every life she tried to save. Her hands had been cleaned over a dozen times, yet she still felt the blood caught in the beds of her nails, soaked into her skin, staining something deeper. Her limbs were heavy, her breath too shallow. Every sound, the clang of steel, the murmurs of pain, the wind brushing through canvas, felt too sharp.

She moved toward the healers’ bathing tents on instinct more than will. One more step. One more hour. Then, maybe, she could rest, finalise everything here and head home to Velaris.

“Y/N—” His voice caught her like a hook behind the ribs. “I just came to say goodbye.”

She turned before she even processed the words.

Eris stood a few steps away, his long coat swaying softly in the breeze, hair tousled as if he’d been dragging his hands through it all day. His expression, too calm, too silent, veiled something deeper. Something breaking.

The edges of her vision dimmed.

Her knees gave out.

Eris moved before she hit the ground.

“You’re burnt out,” he said firmly, catching her as she collapsed into him.

“I’m fine,” she spat, though her voice cracked on the lie.

Still, she raised a shaking hand to wipe her face before the tears could fall, but she didn’t pull away. Her head rested against his chest, as if she just needed… something. A breath of stillness. A place to fall apart.

Eris didn’t speak. Didn’t press. He simply held her.

She folded inward, the weight of grief and exhaustion hollowing her out. Too many lives lost. Too many wounds she couldn’t close. Her body had given all it could.

His coat darkened beneath her—damp with tears, blood and sweat. Her fingers curled weakly into the fabric of his chest. Not to hold him. Just to remind herself, he was real.

He was warm. Steady. A quiet flame in the chaos.

And he said nothing. Didn’t tell her to rest. Didn’t ask her to let go. He just stood with her, unmoving. A wall of strength against the storm, she hadn’t realised she’d become.

Her magic sparked once, dimly, against his skin, like a fading ember. The bond, soft and subtle, stirred within her. Not urgent. Not demanding. Just… present. A steady hum in the hollow of her chest.

She wasn’t sure how long they stood there like that.

Only that she could, and Eris would take whatever she would give him.

[thydungeongal]

So i know for the most part i am gonna be disappointed by what i find but i was wondering if you knew any wuxia ttrpgs? I am looking to review some of them

Wuxia is not a genre I'm personally that familiar with, but there are a few RPGs that have caught my attention! The first one is Legends of the Wulin, whose first edition was called Weapons of the Gods and was an official tabletop RPG adaptation of a Hong Kong wuxia comic of the same name! The company behind the RPG lost the license to the comic so the second edition was released under a different name. I can't speak of how true to the source material the game is, but it caught my attention when I took a look at it due to its highly detailed character customization (you basically combined an Internal and an External style on your character along with a weapon to create their fighting style), a magic system based on Chinese alchemy, as well as being the first system I know of to feature Lore Sheets (a system where players can invest points into character traits to make those traits relevant in the fiction; for an example, by default the game assumes that religious differences between characters won't be marked or a source of tension, so a player can play a Buddhist character without it having to be a Thing. But if a player invests points into the appropriate Lore Sheet their character being a Buddhist may become a source of narrative complications or tension. That's just one example, there are also Lore Sheets for philosophical schools and powerful figures in the setting). Having said all of that, as I'm not that knowledgeable in either Chinese history (as the game is set in a semi-historical China), the comics it's based on, nor the wuxia genre I can't speak with any authority as to how true to the source material it is.

Another one I am looking forward to but which has yet to be released in full is Ten Thousand Days For The Sword by Emily Zhu, which promises to be an absolutely fantastic cyberpunk wuxia mashup. As said, the game isn't out yet, but there is a playable preview of it out there (password: sword)

@monsterfactoryfanfic has done a cool video about it:

Another one which I recently heard about is a game whose name I've seen romanized as Xiahiezhilu which is supposedly the first commercially released Chinese tabletop RPG, and as far as I understand it is both in the xianxia/wuxia genres. This video seems to be the only English language source on it, but the video description has links to the creator's social medias for more information on it in Chinese! :)

I know there are others, including Hearts of Wulin, but that one I haven't looked into. Anyway, I hope at least one of these sparks your interest. :)

[mythicalmyles]

Alien x Male! Reader

(Amab reader, dubcon kinda jic, belly bulging, inhuman character)

You stared at your calendar, it was the 20th of may, exactly ten years ago you had made a promise. At least you think you had, you had long since written it off as a dream. Despite how realistic it felt, you were a child with a very active imagination. Still you found yourself tugging a hoodie over your head, grateful it was at the very least a decent night for a walk.

You let out a sigh as you made your way to the door, slipping on your shoes before opening it. Despite the darkening sky the air was warm as it brushed against your skin, you took it in for a moment before closing the door behind you. You locked up before throwing your keys into your pocket.

It wasn’t a far walk to where it had began, not much had changed about your life since then. You had grown but you still lived in the same place. Not much had changed since you were young bar some buildings that had become more rundown and broken up, the area pretty much being left to itself.

You made your way through a small patch of trees, bushes had almost taken over the man made walkway. Not enough people coming by and creating a way through. You had gotten snagged on a couple of them and a few other plants on the way through, taking a deep breath when you finally poked out of the trees.

The hill looked a lot bigger than you had remembered, there were a lot more bushes and the grass went above your knees. All you could do was let out a groan before trudging forwards, at the very least you had to find out if it was a dream.

By the time you had reached the top of the hill you were out of breath, almost heaving when you came to a standstill. You looked around the cliff hill, a sea of trees just behind it. You bit your lip, nerves starting to wrack your body.

You sat against a large stone, looking into the night sky. You could see a lot of stars, a small smile tugging at your lips. They looked pretty, part of you hoped it was true. That they really would come back to you. You hadn’t made much friends as a child, even as an adult, maybe thats why you had clung onto the first friendly being you had crossed. Even if you had only been with them for a night.

You let out a scream when something leather like wrapped around your eyes, you could hear a giggle as you flailed. You shot around, eyes wide. It hadn’t been a dream. Pure black eyes gazed down at you, they were almost bug like. Almost like a spiders eye. It grinned down at you, your memories had certainly been distorted. You didn’t quite remember those, or how it felt to have four eyes baring down at you.

You blinked and collected yourself. “Zee?” It grinned down at you, sharp teeth showing off. “(Name).” It purred. You could barely think of what to say, gaping like a fish. “Y-you’re real?” He nodded, looking over you. “You got bigger." You choked before nodding back at him. “You too.” He was much larger than you were, he hadn’t been that much taller than you were when you had first met. Now he easily towered over you, it felt intimidating standing in front of someone who could throw you like a spear. He easily stood almost double your height, blocking out the moon behind him.

You ended up managing to get lost in conversation, getting more comfortable around it. It felt like connecting with an old friend, you supposed you were despite the short time of your meeting. His planet sounded amazing, he described vibrant trees and creatures that sounded like pure imagination.

“Why did you leave your planet? It sounds amazing. I don’t understand why you would ever leave that.” You finally asked, you had been afraid it may have been personal. Instead it let out a laugh. “My ship was in a battle, i had to use an escape pod and it sent me here. We have similar oxygen levels on our planet.” You nodded, you had wondered why it didn’t wear any sort of helmet.

“Do you have time?” You couldn’t help but sound hopeful, trying to hide your happiness when it chuckled and smiled. “I do.” “Come back to mine.” You nodded behind you. “It’s not that far.” Your parents were rarely ever home, leaving you to your own devices. You wouldn’t have to worry about hiding a giant alien. “Yeah, i’d like to see how your kind lives. You are interesting creatures.” You chuckled and started walking towards your house.

You had found it rather funny, it told you stories about its crew mates. They worked for a delivery service, sending packages across the galaxy. The walk felt a lot quicker this time with company.

You unlocked your door and shoved it open. “I don’t know what kinda houses you’re use to but we haven’t got much.” You let out a nervous chuckle, heading towards the stairs. You led it up to your room, awkwardly closing the door behind both of you.

You gestured to your desk chair and it sat down, you plopping down onto your bed across from it. “So this is where you live?” It questioned, antenna bobbing. “Yeah, pretty much my whole life.” You chuckled while waving your arms, gesturing to the room.

It leaned back, it’s elbow hitting off your keyboard. The sound of loud moaning suddenly filled the room as you felt your body drain of blood. You could barely understand your own babbling as you launched forwards intent on turning off the computer, instead it grabbed your arms before you could.

All you could do was look at it in confusion. “This is how you mate?” You flushed bright red, looking at anything but the screen. “Yes. Stop.” You whined out. “It’s natural. You watch it after all.” You could feel your jaw swing as your brain scrambled over words. “It’s pr-private!” You finally choked out, trying to move to turn off the computer only to have it thwart your efforts again.

You looked over to Zee, only to see it’s head pointed down. Horror filled you as you realised how hard you were, even more shame went flooding through your system. "Z-zee. Please.” It tilted its head, hand suddenly grabbing you and palming you through your jeans. You grabbed onto it’s wrist, confusion coating your face. You stared at it, trying to desperately hold down any moans.

“I can learn.” Was all it said as it turned to the computer with it’s free hand and restarted the video. He pulled you onto it’s lap, slipping it’s leg between your thighs. It started pushing down your pants, your head dropped back onto its shoulder as you stared holes into your ceiling.

You let out a yelp when it wrapped its hand around your cock, it started jacking you off slowly. It was currently thanking the gods it had two sets of eyes, easily keeping tabs on the video while its other eyes drank up your facial expressions. It hadn’t expected tonight to be the night it mated you, finding out it was in fact possible had been a happy coincidence. Its free hand ran up your stomach, playing with your nipple.

It felt overwhelming, the texture of its skin rubbing against you was thrilling. It’s skin tough enough to cause friction against you. You couldn’t help but melt back into it, breathing deep as pleasure began rolling through your body. You kept a loose grip on his wrists, given up on fighting yet trying to keep yourself grounded.

Suddenly it pulled away from you, grabbing your hips and pushing you to stand. It turned you around to face it, its grinning face taking up your vision. All you could do was comply, legs already shaking. Its thigh was pressing against your cock, almost driving you delirious with the friction.

Zee watched as one of the humans slid his fingers into the other, resulting in turning him into a moaning mess. It pushed your pants back down, this time its hands felt slimy. “Wha-huh?” You choked out in confusion. “We can produce a sort of oil like substance.” Was the only answer you got. You could feel one of its fingers pressing against your hole, you bit your lip and mentally prepared yourself.

A thick finger began pushing into you, you let out a raspy gasp. Body pushing away from the intrusion. Zee wrapped its other arm around you, pining you in place. It was so big, it left you worrying about what was between its legs. It went slow with its fingers, intently watching your face. The way your nose crinkled has its stomach jumping, you looked so cute trying to take its finger. Not that it really gave you much of a choice.

It paused for a moment, wriggling its fingers pressing against inside of you. You suddenly gasped and bucked your hips, biting down harshly on your lip. “That feel good?” It questioned before thrusting against that spot again, a depraved moan being ripped from your throat.

Your hands grasped onto his shoulders, face twisting in pleasure as it began fucking you with its fingers. You fell slack jawed as it targeted your prostate, heat soaring through your body. It almost felt like you were being cooked alive. All you could do was sit there and take it, grinding your cock against its thigh.

You hadn’t expected any of this to happen, you went from meeting an old friend to having them finger fuck you on your own desk chair. It slipped another finger into you, despite the pain you couldn’t help but moan louder. Zee bit its lip as it watched you closely, comiting everything to memory. "You're doing so well." It suddenly cooed, suddenly slamming it's fingers into you just to see the reaction.

You came with a loud cry of his name, eyes cocking as it kept fingering you through your orgasm. You fell onto him, body reeling as you came down from your high.

You rested your head on Zee’s shoulder, gasping for breath. Your hands gripped onto his uniform, body shaking with aftermath. It wrapped its arms around you, holding you close as you came down. “Je-jesus, Zee.” Was all you could rasp out.

It chuckled, pulling you close. It pressed your lips together, tongue quick to slide between your lips. Your hands framed its face, leaning into the kiss. You could feel it tugging your sweats further down, manoeuvring you so you were straddling both his legs. Nerves vibrated through you when he began unzipping his uniform. You couldn’t stop your jaw from dropping when it’s cock sprang free, it smirked as it watched you gawk over its cock. It knew it was certainly larger than any human one.

“You can take it. You gonna be a good boy for me?” You shuddered and nodded, you wanted to please it too. Even if you didn’t think you could get any pleasure from something that big or thick. You were willing to try.

It wiped the oil off on your sweats, you couldn’t be bothered to tell it off. It gripped your hips, helping you stand as it lined up its cock. It was the same purple as the rest of its body, although the head of its cock was a cherry red colour. You gulped down air when you felt him rub the head against your hole. “Be-be careful please.” You whimpered out, it chuckled in response.

You could barely even scream when it began pushing into you, it took itself a moment before its cock suddenly got a lot slippier. It bullied its way into you, causing you to let out a loud sob when it finally pushed through. Zee stilled for a moment, holding you as you trembled in its arms. It could see you already beginning to sweat, clearly overwhelmed.

It felt pride, it had to be the largest you had taken. It took care in sinking you down on its cock, when your sobs picked up it pressed its lips to yours. It swirled its tongue around your mouth, it had noticed your cock had softened and was quick to wrap a hand around it and start jacking you off.

Once you began moaning and squirming it began pulling you further onto its cock. It must have taken about ten minutes before it was buried balls deep. You could see it beginning to loose it, drool dripping down its chin.

You could barely breathe, hands on its stomach to keep yourself up. You panted as you stared at it. “It’s t-too big.” You whimpered out, completely overwhelmed. “So pretty, y’look so good.” It was almost like it couldn’t hear a word you said. Before you could get another word out suddenly its hips thrust up, ripping a scream from you. It felt unbelievable, its cock dragged against your prostate. You could feel each individual bump rubbing against your insides. You came hard when he thrusted into you again, back almost snapping when you threw your head back. You chanted Zee’s name like a mantra as you jizzed your brains out.

You fell boneless against it, whimpering as it fucked you at a brutal pace. Your drool dripped down onto its uniform, your cheek pressed into its chest. Its hands left bruises all over your hips and ass, grabbing everywhere it could.

Suddenly it stood up, leaning you on the desk. You fell back onto your elbows, ignoring the fact you were digging into your monitor. It grabbed your thighs, spreading them. You had no doubt bruises would cover your thighs as well, it fucked you on your desk. You could hear various objects falling off of your desk which you paid no mind too, brain thoroughly fucked out of your skull. “Aah, s’too much!” You whined out, sobbing in between words.

“So tight!” It cursed in a foreign tongue, it couldn’t get over how deliciously you wrapped around its cock. “Look, so full.” It groaned out, hand moving to press against your stomach next to its cock. Your eyes widened, you could see its cock in your stomach. All you could do was choke out moans, hands gripping at anything to try and ground yourself.

You came twice before it finally thrust deep into you, you felt something heavy suddenly push into you. “Wha-what’s happening.” You sobbed out, twitching as you felt it push more things into you. “You-you’re gonna be such a good mommy.” Was all it said, leaving you panicked. “I’m breeding you.” It whispered. “You’ll be the per-perfect mate for me.” It choked out, you could feel it begin to grind its hips. As if it was trying to push as deep into you as it could.

You lay there uselessly, feeling unbearably full. You felt the head of his cock begin to swell. Another rush of panic ran through you. “Just making sure everything stays.” It spoke, pulling you into its arms and sitting back on the chair.

The feeling of everything moving inside of you was enough to have you shrieking as you came again, a few drops dribbling from your cock. “Gonna take you home.” It cooed, fingers running through your hair. You agreed, barely holding onto consciousness. Zee pulled you close, wondering how he would explain you to his captain.