#i already did the spice festival at night

[aurorangen]

Satisfying our pregnancy cravings by going to the Spice Festival after work! Also, say hi to Zeke who was in the area too!

In the end, Renee made it through the spicy dishes and won the challenge! Everyone else suffered from the spiciness though. Renee bragged to Zeke about being the champion and then brought up Robbie because she knew they were friends through Connie.

Honestly, she wanted to hear how her brother was doing; both hadn't kept in touch now or initiated any conversations. "Well," Zeke chuckled, "Robbie is just Robbie, isn't he? He's been busy with work, but he's cool." They then leaned in to share a secret, "I promise things will get better between you two. Y'know, since dating he's not as cold as before," Renee did not expect that answer.

Complete the spicy curry challenge ✅

[missnxthingg]

𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 - 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 - Lando Norris x Actress!Reader (Enemies to Lovers & Fake Dating AU) 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - Lando Norris really messed up on the first time meeting one of Hollywood's newest and hottest stars, Y/N L/N. But when his reputation gets too bad, she might be the only one who can save his career from being completely doomed. 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 - 4.5K | 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - SMUT & swearing 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 - Four is our lucky number, so let's spice things up! As I wrote this, I could only think about the song Conflicted by Halestorm (pardon the hard rock). Hope you enjoy this one!

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𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 - 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃

Lando woke up a little lost the following morning. His cheek was pressed to the top of Y/N's head and his arms were loosely still around her waist. She was still deep into sleep when he opened his eyes. Too afraid to wake her up and having to face an awkward conversation, he stood very still, taking the first minutes of his day to look at her and think.

Whatever happened between them yesterday was weird, to say the least. People don't simply go from hating each other to being vulnerable and sharing a bed in a matter of hours. He didn't know what had got into them and it scared him how much he enjoyed the moments they shared the previous night. It scared him how good it felt to be vulnerable to her. And the feeling he got on his chest every time he looked at her was the most terrifying of them all.

Feeling a clench on his chest, Lando carefully slipped out of bed and changed into fresh clothes, did his entire morning routine and, in less than 15 minutes later, he was downstairs in the restaurant for some breakfast. Since it was so early, and everyone was still tired from the weekend, he managed to sit alone and think. The last thing he needed was company.

Eventually, the hotel started to get crowded, and a few fans were starting to recognize him among the people at the restaurant. Feeling cranky, he thought it was best for him to go back to his room and get ready for his flight later that day. Zak had already texted him, saying he hoped to have a meeting on the flight. So he needed to rest his mind.

Lando hadn't decided how to behave around Y/N yet. She was woken up by the time he arrived, but was having a shower while he was gone. He packed everything he needed while she kept the bathroom busy. She only came out ten minutes later, dressed in comfortable clothes for the flight.

“Good morning”, she opened a small smile for Lando, who didn't retribute it. 

“Morning”, he mumbled, taking his needed things for a shower.

Y/N was surprised with his behaviour, but decided not to comment on it. Who the fuck goes from cuddling to no reaction in only a few hours? Only someone as complicated as Lando Norris. 

“At what time we'll be leaving?”, she ignored how he acted and decided to act just as cold.

“We have to be at the airport at one”, he said and Y/N only nodded to his response.

But she just couldn't help herself. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah. Fine”, he shrugged before locking himself in the bathroom.

The rest of the trip was exactly like that. Y/N only heard Lando's voice when necessary. He only shifted his mood during the meeting he had with Zak on the plane. Not very interested in talking about racing, she chose to put on her earpods and drift away into music.

They only met again a week later, when Y/N was invited to attend the Cannes Film Festival. To not make it seem like their relationship was one-sided, they took advantage that his off weekend was supposed to be during the event. Lando met her in France, where they had booked a suite with two rooms this time, so they would only have to meet in common areas such as the living and dining room. 

What surprised Y/N was that Lando was back to his asshole behaviour once again.

“You never, ever shut up, do you?”, he sighed, taking a spot on the living room's couch.

"I'm just saying that we're late for a brunch and you're fucking sitting down, Norris", she folded her arms and puffed her chest, making sure he knew how upset she was.

"I'm not required to be at this brunch. Just need to be with you at the red carpet", Lando put his feet up on the coffee table and turned the TV on, pretending not to care. Y/N promptly removed his feet from the table.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? I literally always go out of my schedule, fly out away from home, just to be at your goddamn work events, and you can't do the same for me?”

"We're not a real couple, Y/N. I don't know if you realized that", Lando squinted his eyes as he spat out the words. Words to which were daggers right across her chest.

She didn't know why it pained her so much to hear those words; to see how aggressive he was behaving. That was not the same Lando that a week ago begged for her to comfort him and pulled her closer before falling asleep. He wasn't the bubbly and happy Lando Norris she saw on track.

Trying to fight back some tears, Y/N turned her back and retreated to her room. “You do you, Norris. I'm gonna finish getting ready because, contrary to you, I care about my career”.

She had to fight really hard to not call his PR team and call this whole thing off. Lando wasn't committing to his part of the agreement, so she didn't feel like it was fair. But she washed her face, took a deep breath and got ready for brunch. By the time she was out the room, Lando was waiting dressed in a linen button up and short's, perfect for a casual spring day.

Y/N didn't say anything and carried on her way out, him right behind her. When they got to the hotel lobby, they put on their little show, with his hand on the small of her back and opening doors for her. Later that day on the internet, people were melting with the pictures of them in line for brunch, with the sweet kisses being shared between them.

But the real commotion came on the next day, when they attended a Martin Scorsese film premiere, looking like the hottest couple in Cannes. Lando dressed up in a beautiful and classic black suit, while Y/N chose a draped baby pink dress that made her feel like a goddess. When she came out of her room after hours with stylists, makeup artists and hairdressers, Lando felt the air being knocked out of his lungs and he did his best at pretending not to care.

Their fans, on the other hand, cared too much. Their names climbed up to worldwide trending topics; their picture on the red was all over Instagram. People loved how amazing they looked together. Lando and VN really could be a breathtaking couple if they were actually together. It was the perfect combo: the rising star and the sunshine athletic boy.

“A match made in hell”, he whispered in her ear as all the cameras blinded them with the flashes.

"I fucking hate you", she whispered back, and Lando felt like those words were a stab right in his chest.

Of course he knew Y/N hated him. He himself has made sure those feelings were known. But this is the first time he's heard it since the night they shared in Miami. Why does he now care that she hates him?

The words flowed so easily out of her mouth. She was angry at him. Absolutely livid by his behaviour on the previous day, or the fact that he simply pretended the last grand prix didn't happen. So if Lando was going to be petty, two can play this game.

The entire night was filled with snarky comments. Lando made sure to show how he wasn't enjoying the premiere, and Y/N had a comment for every comma that came out of his mouth. She could say anything to try pissing him off. What was making Lando angry, on the other hand, was seeing other men looking her up and down, just like a piece of meat. Didn't they have anything else better to do?

After Y/N spent good ten minutes talking to a very hot model, who was flirting with her the whole time, Lando gave up on waiting for him to leave and approached them, letting his hand go around her waist, securing her close to his body.

“Jesus, don't they realize you're taken?”, Lando mumbled, as he frowned at the model, now long gone.

"I thought we weren't a real couple. So there's nothing wrong with other men flirting with me", she provoked, feeling his fingers tighten around her waist.

“There is when, publicly, you're still mine. Or don’t you remember my one and only rule?”, you could see the red creeping up his neck. Was he actually jealous? It can't be.

“You really are a book I can't read”, she sighed, making an exit towards the theatre where the movie would be exhibited.

Thank God for long movies, because they wouldn't have to listen to each other's voices for three hours. But after a standing ovation once the credit's started rolling up, Y/N proceeded to try talking to as many people as she could at the cocktail party after the session. At the end of the day, she had talked to really important directors and producers, who in the future might think of her while doing a new project.

Lando, on the other hand, stood by her side and looked bored. He hated the film, thinking it was too conceptual for his liking, not to mention too long for a fucking boring plot. Y/N was getting angry at his behaviour and was making their deal go through the sky.

“I swear to God, if you keeping doing this, I'll call our team and end this whole fucking thing”, she complained, making him roll his eyes.

“Fuck off, you're still full on flirting with other men in front of me. I'm not the only one fucking this agreement”, by that time, they were alone in a secluded area of the party.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Norris, I'm working, not flirting, for fuck’s sake. This is the same thing as talking to sponsors. I'm not fucking flirting with any of them”, she was visibly angry at his behaviour.

“Well, it doesn't look like it”.

The fight was taken back to their hotel room and they did their best to make their discussion go unnoticed by other people. But once the doors were closed, they fought like they were married with children.

“This is disrespectful”, Lando shot when they brought up the men she talked to through the night.

“It's work, Norris. I don't know why you're so fucking jealous”.

“Because, we're in a goddamn relationship, Y/N. You can't go out all flirting with other men”.

“You said yourself we weren't in a real relationship. So why are you so jealous?”

“I'm not”, he reaffirmed, making her chuckle.

“Prove it”, she crossed her arms and daringly arched her brows.

She made every molecule of his body agitated. Once, Lando thought it was anger, for all the times they fought without having a reason and all the days she behaved like a brat, making his blood boil under his skin. Now, after the crash and the moment they shared in that tiny driver’s room, he wasn’t so sure anymore. 

He was furious; absolutely livid, without knowing exactly what he wanted. Normally, Lando is a very decisive man. But when it came to Y/N, things were just a mess in his head. And right now, looking at her with her arched brows and folded arms, almost daring him to explode at her, he knew that there was only one thing he could do to end up with the fire that was consuming him.

The next second, Lando had his lips on Y/N, furiously attacking them in the neediest kiss of all time. She was taken by surprise and actually had to wait a few seconds to reciprocate anything. She had that look on her face, provoking him into the edge, waiting for a shout that would give her a single reason to hate him. Now he’s got her on the hook and there was no way to run. Actually, Y/N didn’t actually want to run anyway.

Lando had pressed her against the wall, a leg right between her thighs, keeping them apart and their bodies close. He had a hand around her neck, and another one on her hips, securing her against the wall. The pressure he put on her throat felt delicious. No one had ever held her like that before. Her panty was soaking wet not even two seconds later.

It only felt better when he moved his kisses down, trailing them to her neck. His lips sucked on her sweet spot, right under her ear, making her moan with the hot sensation over her skin. Also, if she wasn’t turned on at that point, feeling Lando’s hard on her thigh absolutely did the job. And if he was playing a game, she knew how to dance around it as well. Quickly, one of her hands was palming him over his trousers. He moved back to her mouth, kissing her as if his life depended on it, and biting her bottom lip when the pleasure got too much for him.

“Stop it”, he moaned against her lips, making her smile. “You can only touch me when I say you can touch me”.

“Bullshit”, she dared. “Look at you, Lando. You can’t get enough of my touches. I know you want them all”.

“Fucking…”, Lando removed his knee from between her legs and helped her kneel on the ground right in front of him. He leaned forward and softly landed his hand on her chin, making Y/N look up. She tried to put her best innocent look and he was absolutely done for her. “Open your mouth, baby”.

Y/N opened her mouth for just a little bit, and Lando slipped his thumb in so she could suck on it. Then after a while, he replaced it with his middle and index finger, going in deeper and making her almost gag on his hands. Tired of playing games, he kneeled as well, levelling their eyes, before letting his hand travel to the zip on her back.

“Come on, pretty girl. I want to see you”, he left a few soft kisses on her cheek and daringly opened the zip. “Can I take this off?”, she nodded, but Lando wasn’t satisfied. “I need to hear you say the words”.

“Yes, please”, she pleaded and soon her dress was on the floor, exposing her bare tits from the lack of bra and lacy black thong. Lando didn’t waste a second before dipping his head into her nipples, sucking, biting and playing with both of them. Y/N was a moaning mess in second, pulling his head closer to her body as she felt fantastic with just his lips on her nipples. “Lan, oh my God. Please, I wanna feel you”.

“You misbehaved”, he smirked, getting away from her tits to undo his belt. “I told you not to touch me and just wait. Now, if you wanna touch me, you better open up”.

He quickly lowered his trousers along with his underwear and his hard cock came hard, slapping on his stomach. Lando was sure he could die happily at the sight of Y/N’s eyes brightening and her mouth automatically opening wider for him. “Good girl”, he praised, taking her face by the chin and bringing his cock to her lips.

Y/N’s mouth felt so warm and amazing; Lando was losing it. He started trusting his hips into her face, making his dick go deeper in her throat and her gagging sending delicious vibrations up his body. He was surprised when one of her hands grabbed his balls and massaged them, sending him over the edge just quick enough. He had to pull away before coming on her throat. Y/N pouted in the absence of his cock, still being attached to it by a string of spit and pre-cum. Lando used one of his hands to wipe it off before kissing her again.

“Baby girl, I need to last longer, and you’re not helping at all”, he whispered on her lips once again, making Y/N giggle. What she wasn’t expecting, though, was a hand sneaking into her pussy, his middle finger gathering the juices pooling on her panty. She let an audible moan out, making him know how much she was enjoying that. “Do you want my fingers?”

“Yes”, she breathed out and Lando picked her from the floor, quickly taking her to bed, where they could get more comfortable. He slowly removed her underwear and tossed it around the room, the place getting filled with her glorious smell. 

“Spread your legs wider, love”, Lando commanded and she immediately responded. “Good, just like that”. Y/N was going feral with the praise, and he got it right away. “You have a praise kink, pretty girl? Oh, that’s so sweet”.

Now that he knew that, Lando was going to put that information to use. He went back to her mouth though, this time slowing down the pace of her kiss, but the intensity was just like before. As much as he wanted to jump right in and just fuck the shit out of her, he would do anything to make this last for as long as he could. “If I am to have her for only one night, I want it to be unforgettable”, he thought.

Y/N was drunk on his kisses; feeling her soaking wet core brushing on his bare thigh and his tongue furiously sliding against hers. She just wanted to feel him, so she guided his hand to her pussy and pleaded with her eyes. Being a good boy, Lando slipped a finger inside her and pumped it inside slowly, making her lose it, throwing her head back in pleasure.

“Yes, right there. Oh my… Lando”, her hands flew to his back, fingers digging on his skin. Y/N started to roll her hips against his hand and he smiled at her attempt to feel even better. “I need more, please. One more”.

“One more finger, baby?”, Lando immediately obeyed, loving the sweet moan that came out of her mouth right after. “Come on, tell me what you want”.

“Kiss me, Lan”, she pulled his head closer to hers and her lips met his midway. Lando could’ve died happily just like that. He was getting addicted to her kisses, specially now that they were wanted and asked for. They weren’t a stunt act. They were behind closed doors. She was doing it willingly. 

“Does that feel good?”, he asked between kisses and she nodded, feeling a knot tightening around her stomach.

“I’m gonna cum”, she grunted, making him start circling her clit with his thumb. “Shit, shit. I’m cumming”.

Her pussy clenched around his finger and now he was covered with her juices. Knowing it would make her go crazy, Lando brought his fingers up to his lips and licked them, moaning at the taste of her sweetness. “God, makes me want to get it straight from the source. You taste so good, baby girl”.

Y/N sat on bed and jumped right into his neck, wrapping her arms around his head to kiss him intensely. Lando was surprised by that, but he couldn’t get enough of her kisses. He has been learning to love them for a long time now, but it was so different; so magical. 

“You want to eat me out, uhm?”, she asked him, making Lando arch his eyebrow and smile. “I asked you a question”.

“Well, I would not be opposed to it”.

“That’s not an answer, Lando”, she stopped kissing him, throwing her back against the mattress and getting comfortable between the pillows. She was not going to make him say it. He was the dominant; he wasn’t the one to say those kinds of things. But when Y/N spread her legs and started to play with herself, he just couldn’t keep it to himself.

“Fuck yes, I do. I want to eat you out, pretty girl”, he fell down, head right between her thighs, and started to trail kisses up her legs, until his lips were wrapped around her clit. If Y/N was trying to contain herself, she just couldn’t do it with how good it felt to him eating her pussy so deliciously.

But with their history, she just couldn’t help but provoke him. “You can do better than this”, Y/N dared, as if she wasn’t a moaning mess a few seconds before. And Lando wasn’t one to turn down challenges.

He pulled both of her legs over his shoulder, securing his head on her pussy and making her more comfortable. This time, he started sucking on her clit while working two fingers inside of her. He was too busy to say anything, but Y/N had a whole fucking lot to say about his work.

“Fuck, baby, you’re doing so good. Shit, you just know how to find the right spot. Gonna make me cum again, uhm?”, she was almost screaming in pleasure. When Lando started brushing the right spot inside of her, she felt like she was going to explode. It was different than any other orgasm she ever had in her life. She cummed so hard on his mouth, screaming his name in response.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen”, Lando had a beautiful smile on his face, that was covered in her juices. “Shit, that was so perfect”.

“You did so good”, she let a hand up to his face, rubbing circles on his cheek with an adorable smile on her face. But then, her hand fell to his cock, pulling him closer to her as she jerked him. “But now it’s time for both of us to feel good”.

Lando kissed her once again, just because the kisses were an addiction by now. Her hands pumping him only made it all feel so much better. Just the thought of having her around his cock made it twitch.

“Eager much?” She smirked on his lips, but Lando didn’t reply. Instead, he pulled her legs to wrap around his torso and guided his cock to her entrance, head brushing her pussy and collecting all the wetness. Y/N moaned and whined just with the contact.

“Eager much?” He joked back before putting just the tip inside. She felt so tight around him, Lando had to take a second to put it all in, needing to push one of her legs over his shoulder, just to give him more access. “Holy fuck, you feel so good around me. Baby, so tight for me. Fuck yes”.

He had closed his eyes, but she gripped on his throat, making him look down again. “Let me see your eyes, Lan”, she asked. His ocean green blue-ish orbs met hers and he quickly wrapped one of his hands on her throat as well. 

“Say my name again”, it was his turn to ask, and she moaned with the request. “Say it”.

“Lando”, she whispered, his cock now moving delicately inside of her. 

“Louder”, he demanded, picking up the pace.

“Lando!”, she screamed, making him slammer down his cock inside her. “I want you to ruin me”.

“Your wish is my command”. Now it was a matter of honour, and Lando was going to give what she asked. So he found the best pace, keeping the movements firm, yet slow enough to not be too much.

“You’re so big, love”, she praised, brushing her hands on his cheek, making him look her in the eyes. Lando looked so pretty while trying to contain his moans to speak. “I can’t get enough of you. I’m so full”

“You take me so well, my love. Fuck me”, his movements were getting sloppier, and she could feel his cock already twitching inside of her. Y/N also noticed that he was holding back his force, trying not to overstep. 

“Don’t hold back, baby. You can use me”, she encouraged, and that was all Lando needed to hear before quickening the pace. And then, it was getting too hard for him to hold back. He wanted to last longer, but it all felt so good. Lucky enough, Y/N started to clench around him. “I’m gonna cum, Lan. Please!”

“Let’s cum together, pretty girl. Come on, we can do this”.

He glued his eyes with her, the hand on her throat not letting them break eye contact as the waves of pleasure crashed over their bodies. Y/N came first, but less than 5 seconds later, he pulled out to come on her stomach. She pumped him outside, getting him dry, while he retributed the favour with his fingers until they were both done.

Y/N had to wait a second to come back to her senses, but Lando promptly took a cloth from the bathroom and cleaned the mess he made over her. Then, too tired to function, he dropped his body over her and pressed a few kisses all over her face. It was like now that he had finally had her, he just wanted to curl up with her and forget about the whole world. And she was willing to let him do just that, because that was exactly what she wanted as well.

He fell asleep just a few seconds into their comfortable silence. Y/N continued to roll her fingers through his curls, lulling him into deep slumber, as she thought about what had just happened. It was still unbelievable in her head, but she kept replaying every moment, already missing his touch. And if her feelings for Lando were already confusing because of that night after his crash, this only made things worse. But having him sleeping on her arms, his digits digging on her skin as he clings tight onto her, made her forget about all her worries.

He woke up for just a few seconds and caught her staring at him. Instead of pretending she wasn’t looking, Y/N cracked him a smile. Lando opened an even wider smile before pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Let’s go to sleep, angel. Come on”, he got off her to turn off the lamp on the night stand, turning the room dark.

He found a spot for his head on a pillow and missed the warmth of Y/N. So he pulled her closer until she was lying on top of him. The skin to skin contact felt so intimate and comfortable for them. No fabric or cloth between them, just their bodies holding in together. And with his soft hands on her hair, Y/N fell asleep listening to Lando’s heartbeat, who had his own funny pace: quick in adoration for her, and then slow, after she calmed him down.

She would be the death of him someday.

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my little scaredy cat

request: [anon] i would love to see watching horror movies with best friend!eddie and reader instinctively grabs his arm and hides herself against him and it leads to feelings and confessions haha

warnings: none! except it's unedited, which would be scary if that wasn't 90% of my writing on here lmao

pairing: eddie x fem!reader

wc: 3.1k+

i had a lot of fun busting this one out. it's just so cute and certainly how i wish i was spending my halloween! also, rest assured, i am also eyeing the other request you submitting anon. <3 happy haunting, my friends.

This was such a stupid idea. Such a stupid, stupid idea. 

You’ve always been a scaredy cat. Everyone in your friend group was well aware of it – you loved the idea of Halloween, but your poor heart just couldn’t take most of the frights that came with the eccentric holiday. 

It was fine, most of the time. If anyone had the urge to plan out a day at a pumpkin patch, you were eagerly accepting the invitation. If anyone wanted to bake any sort of sweet treats laced with pumpkin spice or caramel apple flavor profiles, you were already in your car and armed with the perfect recipe to help them. Someone wanted to peruse the decoration aisles of various stores? Wait no more, the perfect shopping buddy could be found in you. You, who could handle most of the trivial and sweet aspects of the holiday. You, who divulged in the more aesthetic side of it all rather than the scary side of it. 

Your distaste of being jumpscared or unnerved by gore and ghouls alike only really caused issues when it came to your best friend, Eddie Munson. 

His taste in experience of the frightful time of year was entirely the opposite of yours. It’s not that he didn’t like decorating caramel apples with you or that he didn’t find your choice in decorations cute, because he did. But he liked the terrifying aspect of it all – he liked the adrenaline rush of fictional danger. 

And friendship, in all its glory, is about give and take, is it not? 

Compromise. That’s what he called it when he’d begged and pleaded for you to join him in a movie night. Because the moment the suggestion fell from his lips, you both knew he had no intentions of watching one of your usual festive movies that only teased about the creatures that crept through the night. PG-13 films that didn’t really do it for him. No, Eddie Munson had insisted you join him for a movie night, and you both knew exactly what kind of movie he intended to play. 

You just hadn’t anticipated the scariest fucking movie you’d ever endured for the boy beside you on the couch. 

“Shit!” 

Your squeak is muffled over by the crescendo of creepy instrumental echoing from the small TV across the room. A cycle had quickly been found during this movie night; the movie would fall eerily silent as a tense scene arrived, you’d tense every single muscle so hard that Eddie could feel you shaking from the other side of the couch, and then once the jumpscare occurred and your small squeals were let out involuntarily, his own laughter would follow. 

“Oh, come on,” he coos a little, leaning closer to the middle of the couch, still a fair distance away from your figure bundled up in blankets that were being used more as shields than anything at this point, “That one wasn’t even that bad!” 

“To you!” you snap, yanking the fabric back down from your eyes only to glare at Eddie rather than look at whatever grotesque was plaguing the screen, “I’m a scaredy cat, remember?” 

And oh, remember he does. In all your years of friendship, Eddie had called you that nickname more times than either of you could count. He never meant it with ill will, but it was easier to tease you than to admit just how adorable he found your small reactions. 

Easier to tease than to admit just how badly he wishes you would seek protection or refuge from him during the scares he put you through. 

His face falls slightly, but he doesn’t let his small grin slip up, not wanting to give himself or his twinge of guilt away, “I’m sorry, kitty cat. C’mere – I can protect you from all the big bad monsters-”

Eddie’s opened arms are only met with one of the pillows you’d stolen off his bed to make the couch more comfortable. It smacks into the center of his chest with deadly aim and ferocious power, making him let out an exaggerated oomph. 

“Fuck you,” you grumble, adjusting the blanket around your shoulders now that the scare had passed. You almost tack on a comment about how he’s lucky you like him, because you would never endure this for anyone else.

Robin had tried. Steve had tried. Nancy had tried. They’d all tried to entice you in the scarier, classic Halloween experiences to no avail. Every offer of going to a haunted house, or attending the premiere of the newest horror movies at the local theater, were shot down before they even finished their sentences. 

Only one person could break your staunch demeanor on your limits. And right now, you sort of hated his guts. 

Eddie softens a bit, watching the way you pout and curl into yourself just a little tighter.

“Sweetheart,” he finally drops the cool guy demeanor, his voice gentle as he leans over with genuine concern, “We can turn it off, if you really want. Hell, if you want me to, I’ll put on something in your taste. Little Shop of Horrors, or maybe Beetlejuice? Those don’t usually scare you.” 

The offer is enticing. But you have a point to prove. 

“No,” you sit up a little straighter, square your shoulders with a little more defiance and faux bravery, “No, you wanted to watch…” 

You pause, and Eddie smiles softly as he supplies the title of his film of choice, “Poltergeist.” 

“Right, yes, Poltergeist. You wanted to watch it, so we’re gonna watch it.” 

Your stubbornness is admirable. 

Even when it falters. Even when another jumpscare has you ever so slightly scooching towards the center of the couch, no longer pressed to the opposite arm from Eddie in defiance. Even when Eddie spreads his legs casually, and you bump your knee into his thigh, the slightest touch bringing immense comfort.  

Once you discover that, it all seems downhill from there. 

A press of a knee against the side of his thigh turns into your side brushing his. Suddenly, the blanket you’d wielded like a weapon becomes shared. Moments where you try to hold up a barrier between your eyes and the screen cause slight disturbances in Eddie’s own vision. And then, it happens.

The thing he’d been diabolically planning for years. The one scenario he’d dreamt of every Halloween season, the one intention he’d held secretly every time he’d put your through endless scares. 

The one touch that could send him into cardiac arrest. 

He almost missed it, it happens so suddenly. One moment, you’re just curling up a little bit closer to him. The next, your arms fully wiggly their way around his bicep, capturing his arm in your grasp as your face buries into his shoulder. He can no longer smell the buttery popcorn or faint chocolate on his breath as you invade his space. It’s all sweet shampoo and subtle perfume that tickles his nose, skin against skin in a quick flush as he can hear the vibrations of your predictable scream against the fabric of his shirt. 

You hardly seem to notice the sudden entanglement of your bodies in all your fear — your knees practically in his lap and your torso clinging onto his forearm for dear life. You’re acting on instinct, seeking out humane comfort without considering what you were doing.

When you do notice, you don’t let go, only slacken your grip. 

“Oh, I-“ you stutter, pulling back slightly to look up at a stunned Eddie, “I’m sorry, that’s- I just- I was scared and-“ 

“It’s fine,” he cuts you off, eyes blown wide, “It’s… it’s fine.” 

It’s more than fine.

His heart races in a way no horror movie or haunted house could incite. Every nerve ending tingles, everywhere his body connects to yours burning in delicious warmth. He wants to spend an eternity like this — you, curled up to him, clinging to him like your holy savior. 

Years, and years, and years of wait pays off. Patience is surely virtue as those big eyes of yours look into his. 

After a couple awkward beats of silence, you whisper, “I don’t think I like Poltergeist.” 

Just like that, you have him laughing again. It’s slow and steady, a gentle chuckle that stirs from his chest in disbelief as he tries to thaw from his shock and yearning.

“You think?” he breathes out, tone not nearly teasing enough to cover up the shakiness. 

He swears he can feel your heart pounding against his shoulder. 

“Don’t be mean,” you start to scowl, slowly unfurling. But he stops you — angles his arm so you can’t slip your arms away as easily as before, tilting his head in closer.

“Mean? I could never be mean to you, my little scaredy cat.” 

“You’re literally being mean as we speak-“

And so, he decides to stop speaking. 

It’s impulsive and an even dumber idea than you enduring such a scary movie to be around him. But you look so fucking cute, his heart is tearing up his throat, and suddenly his lips are on yours in his largest spurt of bravery to date. Even more brave than the time he’d made himself a human shield between you and that dude with a chainsaw at the local haunted house, despite the way chainsaws actually kind of made him shit himself.

You don’t fully reciprocate at first. His lips are pressed hard against yours, tips of noses crushed and eyes fluttered shut, and he starts to believe he’s made a mistake. A terrible, terrible mistake that just washed years of friendship down the drain. 

Until your hands tighten on his bicep. Until that soft squeeze comes, and it feels like he can breathe again despite sharing the air with you. 

He breaks away for just a second, “I-“

“Don’t be mean,” you repeat your earlier words with entirely new meaning now. He opens his eyes and finds yours already pleading up at his face, glossy and desperate, movie forgotten. 

Those hands once squeezing his bicep let go and move to the collar of his t-shirt. Normally, he’d make a comment about you stretching it out, deforming the perfect fit that took him ages to wear in, but he can’t be bothered to feel anything but delight when you’re tugging him back in for another kiss. 

And the last thing he wants to be is mean. So he kisses you kindly, kisses you with all the care in the world that he had buried beneath his skin since the day he met you. Kisses you like it could scare away all the monsters that wait in the shadows. Like he’d lay down his life to protect you from the very frights he’d been subjecting you to for far too long now. 

“Hey,” he mumbles, pulling back briefly, “Hey.”

This time, his forehead doesn’t leave yours as he pauses the kisses. 

“God, Munson, I’ve waited for this God knows how long, sat through so many fucking scary movies, and you’re really going to-“ 

“Hold on, what?”

He’s grinning so hard, it aches. In his cheeks, in his chest, in the back of his head. Your words sink in and he relishes each syllable, even in your frustration.

“I- Uh,” you pull back suddenly, fingers still loosely tangled in his t-shirt, “I-“

“Enlighten me, sweetheart,” he insists, eyes finally fluttering back open to catch the embarrassment painted plainly across your face. You wear a nearly painful expression that only tightens as you know he’s watching you, “Just how many scary movies have you sat through wanting me to kiss you?” 

“Fuck off,” you sigh out, shaking your head a little, “I mean it. Fuck right off-“

“Cause I could probably give a ballpark number for how many times I’ve wanted to kiss you during them,” he continues on quickly, “Actually, I bet I could count how many times I suggested watching these fuckin’ films just for this moment only to chicken out.” 

Your eyes are open again in an instant. Sparkling with hope and realization of what he was getting at. “Excuse me?”

“Do you really think I’m that mean?” he scoffs, finally reaching up for your hands, surprisingly calm despite the delightful storm wreaking havoc in his chest. He takes your knuckles in his and lets his thumb trail right over them, “No offense, but if I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t have-“

“You like me?” 

Your voice is sweet as honey, bright and drowning out the horror movie still playing. 

He smiles, boyish glint and all, as he confirms, “I like you.” 

You put the first real amount of distance between the two of you since you’d started to cling to him out of fear, almost as if signaling that bravery beginning to bubble over in your chest, “You actually like me?”

“Yes. Is that so hard to believe?”

“No, I- Well, maybe,” you bite your lip, and he’s suddenly dizzy with the need to capture it between his own teeth, “I just… I always thought you might like someone a little braver.”

His nose wrinkles, hands still twisting yours in his, “Excuse me? I think you’re plenty brave.” 

“Eddie, you’ve said it yourself, I’m a goddamn scaredy cat.”

“So?”

“So,” you persist, shuffling so that your legs fold beneath you and you gain some leverage over him, “You’re the exact opposite. You love scary things. Not even just during Halloween, but year round. And you’re telling me you like me even though I’m a scaredy cat.” 

“I like you because you’re a scaredy cat, thank you very much,” he corrects you immediately, “I love the way you always need me to protect you. I know, I know — not very feminist of me. I’m sorry. It’s just- it’s really fuckin’ cute, y’know?” now that his floodgates have opened, he’s pouring out all the words he’s held back for so long, “And besides, you’re more than just a scaredy cat. You’re also so smart, so beautiful, so funny. Yeah, you scare easily, but you’re also the same person who is the first to put me in my place when I’m being an absolute little shit. And don’t even get me started on all the cute faces you make when you’re talking about things you actually like, or when you’ve been baking with Nance and have flour all over your cheeks-“ 

“Okay, okay,” you stop his rambling before he can embarrass you any further. Any more affection, and your face might end up buried in his shoulder again, “I get it. You like me.” 

It’s quiet for a few moments. The two of you only stare, both smiling stupid, the screams of whatever climax occurring in the movie not even reaching your ears. All you can hear is the echo of his words, of his admission. And all he can hear is the pretty way your breath catches when he gives a small squeeze to your palm. 

It’s nice. It should be more anxiety inducing, it should be more dramatic. Eddie Munson should be absolutely losing his mind right now because he just kissed his best friend he’s been in love with for ages, but he isn’t. Actually, for the first time in a while, it feels as though he’s finally found it — he’s found his mind, he’s found his peace as he’s staring at your shy expression. It just feels right. Like a sigh of relief from the Universe. 

“I like you, too,” you break the silence, unable to meet his gaze, “I mean, you probably already got that, but-“

“Say it again.”

“Huh?”

“I did gather that, but my God, please say it again.” 

Your eyes meet him, and another piece clicks into place. 

Right. It’s so fucking right.

“I like you,” you repeat yourself, a smile beginning to dance on your lips. He can’t help himself — he leans forward and pecks the corner of your upturned mouth, “I like you,” the repetition is music to his ears as he plants a second kiss on your cheek, “I like you, Munson.” 

His peppered kisses mark every inch of skin available to him, making giggles begin to escape you. You even try to hide from his onslaught, but it’s no use. He’s quick to drop your hands and wrap his arms around you, tugging you in close and trapping you against him as each kiss grows more obnoxious. Loud smacking sounds, deliberately leaving spit behind that has you squealing. It’s nothing like the squeaks from when you were watching the movie; these small noises are filled with a little more joy, a little more happiness that only fuels Eddie.

“Eddie!” you try to scold, placing two hands on his solid chest, “Oh my God, stop it. You’re gross.” 

“You love it,” he mutters with his mouth fully pressed to your temple, nose buried in your hair. That sweet, sweet shampoo intoxicating him.

You like him. He didn’t fuck it up. 

You finally go slack in his touch, succumbing and letting him place you in his lap, curled up comfortably as you sigh, “Yeah. Okay, maybe I do. Whatever.” 

“Oh, don’t act all tough now, kitty cat.” 

Your hands are curled back in the fabric against his chest and you share the wonderful ache he had been feeling in his own cheeks and bones as you look down at him with playfully squinted eyes.

When he ducks down for another kiss, you stop him easily, “Nope. First, I have a request.” 

“Anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything. Name it, and it’s yours.” 

“Please turn off that goddamn movie.” 

He throws his head back in laughter that shoots straight for your heart. The kind of laughter that haunts a chilled autumn night as children prance the streets for candy, as teenagers get into mischief in distant bonfire parties, as elderly couples enjoy morning coffees over eerie fog. 

It kind of feels like home. It kind of feels like everything is as it should be, finally. 

“I suppose I can do that for you, my little scaredy cat,” he muses as his head tilts back forward, chest swelling with affection, “Besides, I think I know something we can do that’s a little more fun than watching the Poltergeist.” 

“Oh, yeah? And what would that be?”

His arms tighten around you as he suddenly throws the two of you to lay down on the couch, his body hovering over yours and pick necklace nipping at your chin while he reaches out to click off the TV. The weight of him between your hips feels even better than either of your wildest dreams.

Years. You couldn’t believe it had taken years for this, and neither could he. But patience is virtue, and he probably would have waited another thousand years for this feeling, truth be told. 

“This,” he says boldly once the TV buzzes in sudden silence, dipping down and continuing where the two of you left off. Two sets of lips fit together like the world’s easiest jigsaw puzzle.

It’s safe to say the rest of the night, any further squeaks and squeals you let out aren’t due to ghosts.

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Nessian Week Day 1 - Banter

For our first day of @nessianweek here's a little drabble of our favorite couple doing what they do best.

They flirt. They fight. They fuck. You know the drill.

You can read it here or on ao3!

Win Lose or Draw

Cassian and Nesta take a vacation to Day, where a lot more ends up in their mouths than they bargained for.

CW: consensual sexual content

“I fucking dare you.”

“You think I won’t?”

The scorpion dangled from Nesta’s fingers by a claw, its gleaming body dusted with spices so potent they made Cassian’s eyes water from across the picnic table.

“I think you’re stalling. Take a bite, Lady Death.”

“You go first, Lord of Bloodshed, if you’re so eager,” she snapped, stabbing a finger at the jar of strange, grayish clumps suspended in brine in front of him. Knowing Nesta, they were probably some poor creature’s testicles. 

“I would, but it’s the courteous thing to let the lady go first, sweetheart.”

The bazaar in Day was bustling with activity around them, having found a corner amongst the brightly-colored tents to tuck into with their haul, escaping the burning eye of the sun. They’d each chosen a few things for the other to try, and the deep-fried scorpion was Cassian’s final challenge to Nesta. She’d already housed an inky-veined sheep's milk cheese and a fruit that smelled of rotting meat with nothing but a brief shudder and a prim smack of her lips.

“Suddenly he cares about courtesy. Do I eat the stinger too?”

“If you want to do it right.”

Not long after they’d officially gotten together, Cassian found out that he could get his mate to eat almost anything with a little goading. It all started with a mountain fig soaked in Illyrian moonshine he’d tried to warn her off of at the equinox festival. He’d been captivated by the way she popped it in her mouth in one go, face screwing up against the burn that felled even the fiercest warriors, fighting with every grind of her teeth against the urge to spit it out. 

When she finally swallowed, she looked just as triumphant as she did when she swallowed something else, and Cassian had been unable to help himself ever since.

 It was simple, really, when he thought about it. Nesta liked to win. He liked to watch her win. And so it became a little game between them.

He heard her noise of displeasure over the chatter of other shoppers and Nesta scrunched her nose, surveying the scorpion from all angles. “And what would you know about doing it right?”

“Seemed pretty clear to you last night when you were begging me to -”

“Cassian Archeron, I swear -”

He winked, crossing his arms over his chest in a way he knew emphasized the muscles in his shoulders, the same ones she’d clung to the night before when she’d most definitely been begging.

“I’m just trying to jog your memory, Nes, don’t get defensive.” He patted her hand in as dickish a way as he could, knowing it would make her see red. “It’s okay if you’re worried about gagging and making a fool of yourself.”

They’d come to Day on vacation a dozen times, and he never got tired of the way she lit up when they traveled, how she loved the newness, the adventure. It made him want to relinquish all his duties and spend forever taking her to every far-flung corner of the world, his beautiful wife, who might be currently plotting his murder.

Nesta smiled at him now, the garnets he’d bought her years ago in Rask glinting at her ears. But instead of the rush of victory Cassian felt panic slide down his spine. He’d seen that smile countless times across the training ring, her deadly calm before the strike.

“You know I don’t gag,” she purred, and his brain went fuzzy, thoughts fizzling out. Which she probably knew would happen, just like she knew how it loosened his tongue when she talked like this. He leaned in close so the snake-eyed fae at the table beside them couldn’t overhear.

“You do if I want you to.”

“Is that an order, General?” Silver rolled across her eyes, that deadly fire. “I don’t take kindly to those.”

“Liar.”

He was digging his own grave but he didn’t care, the zing of chemistry bouncing between them. Nesta’s foot slid up his leg beneath the table, hooking around the back of his calf.

“Careful, my love,” she said. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

On the bench opposite him, she was the portrait of a lady, perfectly composed in her pale yellow gown that flowed over her freckled shoulders like liquid sunlight. But when he felt the toe of her shoe dig into his leg, he knew she was positioning herself to dislocate his knee. 

Mother, he loved her. And he’d never been good at following directions, anyway.

“Take a bite.”

“No.”

“Take a bite, Nesta.”

Her smoky eyes flashed as she surveyed the scorpion once more, the wraith-pepper flakes and batter encrusting its sharp pincers. “You’re sure this won’t poison me.”

“I’m hurt, sweetheart. You really think I’d endanger you?”

“Depends how far up Rhysand’s ass you are.”

“Okay, I earned that one,” he conceded, grinning. The shame of his early failures still lingered, but they’d come so far. Enough that she felt comfortable joking about it now, that Rhys would’ve tumbled into profuse apologies had he overheard. “You survived the Blood Rite, I think you can handle a little venom.”

“Fine.”

Defiant, Nesta lowered it into her mouth in one go and crunched down, eyes watering at the potency. Her cheeks turned red at once, sweat beading at her brow, and she braced her hands on the edge of the table to suppress the cough he knew wanted to burst forth. Cassian watched her fight through the heat, her steel composure cracking when she gave in and fanned at her face, her open mouth, reaching to grip his hand for support when she swallowed at last. 

It was his favorite part, he supposed, when she clung to him to make it through. The same way her eyes searched for him habitually when she won a spar during training, when she flung her arm across their bed in the night to feel his form in the darkness. That despite being able to handle all of it on her own, Nesta wanted him along with her.

“Goodness,” she panted once she’d released his hand, brushing stray spice from her fingers. He watched the flush creep across her chest, entranced. “That wasn’t so bad, actually. I may go back for another. Though I doubt you’ll be saying the same.”

Her smile was wicked then, and Cassian couldn’t help but laugh when she looked pointedly at the jar still in front of him, at his fate in her hands. 

“So whose balls am I about to gag on?”

“The giant Sarnesian bat.” She smirked, silver rolling across her eyes once more. “And after that, mine.”

—-

They shared a sumptuous dinner under the fading sun, having somehow not lost their appetites after the horrors they’d inflicted upon each other, though the thick afternoon nap had likely helped. Nesta’s gaze grew heavier the longer it was locked on him across the table, her wintery eyes guarded, mouth drawn in the phantom of a smile.

“You’re quiet this evening, sweetheart,” he observed as he polished off a staggeringly good saffron-infused cake. The same yellow stained his wife’s tongue where it darted out to wet her lips.

“Just enjoying the view.”

“Is that so?”

Nesta hummed in answer, and Cassian felt his blood heat, rushing south as she looked back out at the vista. The room Helion always insisted they take had a wide open-air balcony with a view of Zlora’s rolling dunes, the horizon dotted with bonfires for the upcoming summer solstice. Pink-tipped roses climbed the balustrade, their scent rich in the night air, and music drifted on the breeze full of swirling flutes and deep drums. The High Lord of Day seemed to understand that ‘vacation’ for them meant ‘fucking where our family can’t interrupt us’, and always took their needs to heart.

A smile bloomed on his mate’s beautiful face, and Cassian couldn’t tear his eyes away from her as she breathed in deeply, limbs relaxed where she lounged in her chair. Nesta liked when he watched her, when she knew he was watching. A vision of their last trip to the capitol city rose in his mind, when she’d left their table to dance with another male, how she’d kept her eyes on him the whole time. How fucking crazy it drove him, how he’d worshiped her for hours after.

Nesta in the present stood slowly and moved to loom over him, caging him in with her arms. Cassian leaned back and smirked, dragging his gaze up and down her body appreciatively, possessively. She preened under his attention despite trying not to, her shoulders rolling back and down, and the spark set the game in motion again.

His voice was rough to his own ears when he spoke, low and arrogant. “Take off your clothes.”

Anger sparked across Nesta’s expression at the same time the scent of her arousal drifted over him. She looked defiant as one hand raised to the pin holding her gown at her shoulder, fingers toying with the clasp.

“That sounded an awful lot like an order again, General. You forget death answers to no one.”

“No one but you. Off.”

A shiver of pleasure ran through her and she obeyed, blue gossamer cascading to the floor. When he saw there was nothing underneath, Cassian was tempted to tug her to her knees by the long braid dangling down her back, to make her prove she never gagged. But he knew her well enough to see the ploy for what it was, how she hoped to compromise his self-control with her devastating beauty on full display.

It worked. Cassian ran reverent hands up her bare thighs, tracing the faint lines where she’d filled out over the years, struck dumb from wanting to taste them.

Mother save him.

“What’s the matter? Lost all your courage, sweetheart?” Nesta goaded. She ran her long, tantalizing fingers over the exposed lines of his chest, nails scratching in the hair at the center. Then her touch rounded the top of his shoulder, stretching toward where his wings met his back. 

“What do you think you’re doing, witch?”

Not wanting to be bested yet, Cassian snatched her arm and pulled her down onto him, intent on showing her just how brave he could be.

He couldn’t fucking get enough of her, wanted to drown in her as they tangled with her in his lap, spread out on the table, bent over the balcony railing. She fought his teasing the whole way, trying to stave off her orgasm, as if she knew he wanted to send her tumbling before him and refused to lose.

What she didn’t know was that was exactly his aim. For she was his favorite version when riled up, when I Will Slay My Enemies blended with I’m About To Rearrange Your World, Cassian and he was totally at her mercy no matter who was on top.

She was on her back in the pile of plush cushions now, muscles strained from staving off the high her body craved, nails clawing weakly at his arms. Up and down he wound her, watching as the silver misted at her fingertips, her magic unspooling as her sanity did. Nesta filled the room with glimmers of it, wisps of pleasure flung out, ghosting over his skin and she was everything, every thought in his brain, every drop of his blood.

Her eyelids fluttered pitifully when he gave a hard thrust and Cassian smirked down at her, at the deep flush creeping across her chest that told him she was close.

“Not so mouthy now, huh? Such a good girl when you’re getting what you want.”

“You insuf..ferable.. bat..”

“Go on, Nes, give in. You know you want to.”

“N-never,” Nesta stuttered, but she was speechless after that all the same, clinging tight as he moved deep within her. Something in her seemed to turn then, and he felt the hard squeeze of her thighs around him, eyes pleading when he pulled back. He slowed his pace and rubbed gentle circles into her hips, a question.

“Cassian,” she pleaded in answer, and he heard the edge in her voice, that long-lived wound, the fear of losing control. He leaned forward until their noses bumped, hair spilling over his shoulders to form a protective curtain around her face.

“I know, sweetheart, it’s okay. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

She relaxed beneath him at the same time her finger grazed his wing that was finally within her reach, rearranging his world.

He tipped over just a breath before her, and it felt like the exact moment his wings first caught the wind - suspension, a delicious weightlessness in the gap between flight and freefall. The sound of her moans washed over him a second later, her grip on his hair tight when he buried his face in her neck, tethering her to the earth.

And Cassian knew then, as he knew every time, that all wanted in this life was to take her here. To lift her up and up and up as many times as he could, to help her float, unburdened, even if it meant he was doomed to place second for the rest of his life.

“I won,” she panted once they floated down, and he laughed into the damp skin of her throat, felt her smile against his temple before she placed a kiss there. “Again.”

Nesta fell asleep almost immediately, as was her way, and Cassian watched how the moonlight spilled over her body until drowsiness dragged him under, too, thinking he’d never been happier to lose.

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Blue Lock Halloweek 2024 Prompts (Oct. 28 - Nov. 3, 2024)

Monday Oct. 28: Pumpkin Spice + Dance with the Devil  

Tuesday Oct. 29: Myth + Resurrection  

Wednesday Oct. 30: Whisper + Scream

Thursday Oct. 31: Sugar Rush + Haunted

Friday Oct. Nov. 1: Incantation + Free Prompt!

Saturday Nov. 2: Festival + Instinct

Sunday Nov. 3: Space + Cowboy

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Prompt Examples + Explanations 

I’ve had people ask for prompt examples in past events I’ve hosted and this event is open to any language, so here you go! These are the quick brainstorming notes I took while narrowing down the list, now expanded with links & definitions. These are only some of maaaany interpretations—go wild!

Your host is a fic-writer with ADHD, so…you’ve been warned.

🎃 Day 1: 

Pumpkin Spice: Cozy Autumn vibes. Putting up Halloween decorations, carving Jack-o-lanterns, coffee / tea shop, pumpkin patch, scented candles, baking, fall sangria, sweaters and beanies and flannels, momijigari (Autumn Hanami 🌸, basically) / admiring gorgeous fall foliage, fresh hot apple cider in an orchard. Itoshi Bros and their love of turtle/mock-neck sweaters. Pumpkin Farmer Aiku and Karasu scarecrow!

Dance with the Devil: Defined. To dance with the devil is to engage in risky, reckless, or potentially immoral behavior. Or going out dancing; Demon and priest, hell, listening to the angel or the devil on your shoulder (making a questionable decision because it’s tempting), devilish fun or spells, sin, temptation, a deal with the devil. Ohhh, Sae and Shidou, your night has come! 😈 (Suggested by unhingednagi) 

🎃 Day 2:

Myth: Myths or legends from any culture or time period. Greek, Roman, Japanese, Egyptian, etc.!! Gods and mythical creatures and beasts. Dionysus or Eros or Apollo Shidou; Persephone and Hades, so many! Hercules Kunigami!

Resurrection: reincarnation, zombies (Lorenzo!), waking up a vampire or werewolf after being bitten; …having a little too much fun on Halloween and having to pull oneself together the next day (sugar hangover, ...hangover-hangover). (Suggested by several anons!)

🎃 Day 3:

Whisper: soft voices, trying not to be caught/found/discovered, whispering a secret, whispering something spicy, hearing voices. 

Scream: screaming in fear or excitement or…; calling out for someone. Scary movies, pranks. Awkward meet-cute. Bachira’s monster. 

🎃 Day 4, Halloween: 

Sugar Rush: the “rush”/“high” or energy you get from eating a bunch of sugar! Trick-or-Treating, candy corn, so much candy, caramel corn; being sweet, a different sort of rush; ..."give me some sugar"

Haunted: Ghosts, spirit entities like yokai, strange noises in the night. GhostBusters, Ghost Adventures. Gagamaru as a friendly Yokai! Shaman. Possession, possessed or cursed objects. JJK. Ouija board game! Monk Igaguri. Real or funhouse haunted house, ghost stories; being haunted by the past; being possessed or haunted. The twisty, creepy aura thing Rin gets.

🎃 Day 5: 

Incantation: a set of words that could be a sort of incantation / magic words, any type of magic, witches, wizards, curses, Ness the Magician, Harry Potter, Quiditch, Lord of the Rings, crystal ball, tarot. Wands, spells, magical objects, magical creatures, etc.. Making a wish. Non-literal magic words in relationships (saying / hearing just the right thing). 

Free Prompt: Whatever Halloween stuff you want that doesn’t quite fit a prompt. The day to use any of last year’s prompts! 

Just listing some of the things I would draw (if I could) or write (if I had time): Video game au for Hiori! Little French imp Charles as the Joker or a jester. Pokemon! Barou as the “Cowardly” Lion in the Wizard of Oz. And finally, artists, if you’re reading this, please, please consider Noel Noa (of the 🇫🇷 French National 🥖 Team!!) dressed as Bonjour Man from Life Lessons with Uramichi Onii-san (clip, manga cap). This is my second year making this wish. This image has literally been haunting me since starting this event and the manga/anime (even the dub!) is soooo funny. And technically, Bonjour Man is a cursed spirit sooo 👻

🎃 Day 6: 

Festival: String lights illuminating festival stalls, costumes, traditional attire (Aryu looking stylish!), food and drink, games, Isagi devouring fried fair food. Fall Music festival. Mid-Autumn Festival (with all the pretty lanterns and mooncakes 🥮), Harvest / Fall Fests in general. Bobbing for apples, caramel / candy apples, carnival rides and games, Ferris wheel, corn maze. Oktoberfest; Kaiser and/or any Bastard München player in Lederhosen—please, I’m begging!! Fun house / haunted house. Day of the Dead festivities. 

Instinct: fight or flight, fear, instinct to hunt like vampires, instinct to save someone, instinctively drawn to someone, instinct to grab someone’s hand or hide behind them; that gut feeling that it’s time to leave a place. Hairs on arms raising, chills going down one's spine, one's whole body trying to tell one something.

🎃 Day 7: 

Space: All things celestial. Nightfall. Stars and moon, werewolves, moonlight, Tsukimi / moon viewing + Tsukimi dango 🎑, celestial myths and gods. Stars, moon, aliens, Star Wars, astronauts, and planetary hotline Isagi and Kurona! Kurona and Isagi planetary hotline. Astrology. Wishing on a star. Fun fact: The Orionid Meteor Shower peaks just before this event starts, the night of Oct. 21-22, and continues until Nov. 7th! Cowboy Bebop.

Cowboy: Not much is wilder than Blue Lock—except maybe The Wild, Wild West. Outlaws, Gunslinger Isagi (see recent manga chapters), sheriffs Aikuuu and Nio, horses, rodeos, Ego and his little football bolo tie in cowboy getup pleaseee, the works, Nagi and his lil Choki cactus. Ego as a gangly cowboy, ⚽️ bolo tie and all.

Okay, that’s it. Hope y'all have fun. Please reblog and spread the word 🧡🖤

PS: ...If y'all want ✨spicy 🔞 prompt inspiration, I could always make a separate post (that would be tagged #spicy; please remember to block that if you're a minor or uninterested in mature themes). Let me know!

[thebunnednun]

Ace x strawhat!reader

Carnival Confessions Portgas D. Ace x Straw-Hat! Reader

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This is not the best photo but I could grate cheese on this mans abs and fucking lick it off. Like a dream about him at night. (Sorry Buggy!)

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As the Thousand Sunny glides through the calm seas, a distant glow catches the crew's attention. Nami, always attuned to opportunities for fun and profit, eagerly informs everyone about the nearby island hosting the renowned Festival of Stars. With its promise of dazzling lights, delicious treats, and lively entertainment, it's an irresistible invitation for a crew in need of some rest and relaxation.

Excitement buzzes among the Straw Hat crew as they prepare to make landfall. Luffy's eyes sparkle with anticipation, Sanji's culinary imagination runs wild at the thought of new ingredients, and Usopp feverishly sketches plans for the perfect carnival game.

Suddenly, the sound of cannon fire echoes across the sea, breaking the tranquil atmosphere.

Luffy, ever the goof-ball, shouts, "What's that? Are we under attack?"

"No, Luffy, look!" Usopp points excitedly towards the source of the cannon fire. "It's a welcoming salute! They must be celebrating our arrival!"

A grin spreads across Luffy's face as he grips the ship's railing.

"Alright! Let's join the party!"

Nami nods in agreement, her eyes gleaming with the prospect of potential treasures. "Indeed! But let's make sure we don't get carried away and forget our mission."

Sanji, already envisioning the culinary delights awaiting them, adds, "I can't wait to taste the local cuisine! This festival sounds like heaven!"

Meanwhile, amidst the flurry of excitement, you exchange a meaningful glance with Ace, a silent acknowledgment of your shared desire to explore the festival together. The unspoken tension between you both hangs in the air like the scent of gunpowder after a cannon blast, waiting for the right moment to ignite into something more.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, Ace found himself stealing glances at you whenever he thought you weren't looking. He admired your determination, your wit, and the way you effortlessly fit into the fabric of the crew. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to confess the growing feelings stirring within him.

Little did Ace know, you were experiencing the same internal turmoil. Your heart skipped a beat whenever he smiled, and your cheeks flushed whenever he spoke to you. You admired his strength, his loyalty to his crewmates, and the way he carried himself with a quiet confidence. But like Ace, you were hesitant to reveal the depths of your emotions, afraid of risking the friendship you cherished.

Y’all were soooo down bad for each other. 

the Thousand Sunny gracefully docked at the island, the crew eagerly disembarked onto the bustling streets, immediately enveloped in the vibrant energy of the Festival of Stars. The air was alive with the scent of exotic spices and the melodies of street musicians, drawing the Straw Hats into the heart of the festivities.

Stalls adorned with colorful banners and twinkling lights beckoned them with promises of exotic treats and unique treasures. Nami, always the opportunist, discreetly pulled Robin aside amidst the bustling crowd, a mischievous glint in her eyes betraying her intentions. "Let's give those two a little nudge in the right direction," she whispered, and Robin's lips curved into a knowing smile as they exchanged a silent agreement.

Meanwhile, you and Ace found yourselves entranced by a lively carnival game nestled amidst the throngs of revelers. The enticing challenge involved tossing rings onto bottles, each success rewarded with a coveted prize. With a playful glint in his eyes, Ace turned to you, his charismatic grin inviting you to join in the fun.

"Care to test your luck, (Y/n)?" he teased, his voice carrying a hint of friendly competition.

You accepted his challenge with a determined smile, eager to showcase your skills and perhaps impress the fiery-natured pirate. As the game unfolded, laughter and banter flowed freely between you both, each toss of the ring accompanied by playful taunts and good-natured ribbing.

Unbeknownst to you, Nami and Robin watched from a distance, their subtle orchestration unfolding according to plan. With a satisfied smirk, Nami leaned towards Robin and whispered, "I think they're starting to get the idea, don't you?"

Robin nodded, her gaze lingering on the scene before them. "It seems our matchmaking efforts may bear fruit after all," she remarked, a knowing twinkle in her eye as she observed the blossoming camaraderie between you and Ace.

As the carnival game continued, amidst the whirlwind of colors and laughter, the stage was set for something more than just a friendly competition. In the heart of the festival, amidst the vibrant chaos, two hearts danced closer together, their connection blossoming like the stars that illuminated the night sky above.

However, the game proved to be more challenging than expected, with each toss of the ring met with exaggerated groans and comical expressions of determination. Ace's fiery competitiveness only added to the amusement, his dramatic reactions earning laughter from both you and the surrounding crowd.

After a particularly close call that had Ace teetering on the edge of the game booth in mock despair, you finally emerged victorious, clutching the small plush toy prize triumphantly. Amidst the cheering and congratulatory pats on the back, Ace flashed you an exaggerated pout, pretending to wipe away fake tears of defeat.

"Alright, alright, don't rub it in too much," he teased, a playful twinkle in his eye.

You couldn't help but giggle at his theatrics, playfully tossing the plush toy into his waiting arms. "Looks like you'll have to settle for being my second-place prize," you quipped, earning another round of laughter from the surrounding onlookers.

Unbeknownst to both of you, the rest of the crew watched from a discreet distance, their amusement evident in the smirks and stifled laughter exchanged between them. Usopp, still disguised as a carnival attendant, struggled to contain his laughter as he approached with a mischievous grin.

"Congratulations on your win! As a special prize, how about a romantic stroll through the festival's enchanted garden?" he exclaimed, barely managing to keep a straight face.

You and Ace exchanged incredulous glances, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected offer. With matching shrugs and bemused smiles, you accepted, unable to resist the lure of curiosity and the promise of adventure.

As you ventured into the enchanted garden, laughter echoed through the night air, mingling with the soft rustle of leaves and the distant strains of music. The comedic charm of the situation was not lost on the crew, who watched with amused anticipation from the safety of the ship, ready to intervene if their matchmaking scheme veered off course.

As you and Ace embarked on your romantic stroll through the enchanted garden, the atmosphere was filled with an air of whimsy and mystery. Twinkling fairy lights illuminated your path, casting dancing shadows on the verdant foliage that surrounded you.

Unbeknownst to both of you, however, a series of hijinks unfolded in the background, orchestrated by the mischievous members of the Straw Hat crew. Luffy, unable to contain his excitement, had snuck off the ship in search of adventure, only to find himself entangled in a comical chase with a group of festival performers dressed as mischievous sprites.

Meanwhile, Sanji, ever the hopeless romantic, had taken it upon himself to prepare a surprise picnic for the two of you, complete with an array of delectable treats and a bottle of his finest wine. However, his efforts were nearly thwarted when a wayward gust of wind sent his carefully arranged spread tumbling into a nearby bush, much to his dismay.

Back on the ship, chaos ensued as Chopper and Franky attempted to quell the commotion caused by a group of overexcited seagulls that had mistaken the Thousand Sunny for a floating buffet. With brooms and buckets in hand, they engaged in a slapstick battle against the determined feathered invaders, all while trying to maintain a semblance of order.

You and Ace began meandered through the garden, engrossed in conversation and unaware of the chaos unfolding around you, the sounds of laughter and mischief served as a whimsical backdrop to your romantic interlude. Little did you know, the antics of your crewmates would only add to the memories you would cherish for years to come.

The night wore on and the stars began their mesmerizing dance across the sky, a subtle shift occurred between you and Ace. With each shared laugh and stolen glance, the barriers around your hearts began to crumble, revealing the tender affection that had been quietly blossoming between you.

Finally, as the last firework burst into a kaleidoscope of colors, painting the sky with its radiant glow, Ace took a deep breath, his eyes locking with yours in a silent understanding. "There's something I've been wanting to tell you," he began, his voice soft but steady. "I've always admired your strength and kindness, and... I think I might be falling for you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his confession, the weight of his words settling over you like a warm embrace. In that moment, all the unspoken desires and lingering doubts melted away, replaced by a sense of clarity and undeniable truth. "I feel the same way," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've been hoping you'd say something like that."

As the crew erupted into cheers and applause from their hidden vantage points, you and Ace shared a shy smile, the joy of mutual understanding washing over you like a wave. Surrounded by the magic of the festival and the warmth of each other's presence, you knew that this moment would be etched into your memories forever.

And so, hand in hand, you and Ace walked through the streets of the Festival of Stars, the world around you alive with possibility and promise. In that enchanted moment, you realized that sometimes, the most precious treasures could be found in the most unexpected of places - even in the heart of a carnival. And as the night faded into dawn, you knew that your journey together had only just begun.

As the cheers of the crew faded from the air, Ace's expression shifted from surprise to realization. "Wait a minute," he exclaimed, a mix of disbelief and amusement crossing his features. "Did Luffy have something to do with this?"

Before you could respond, the mischievous laughter of your crewmates echoed through the garden, confirming Ace's suspicions. "Looks like the little captain couldn't resist playing matchmaker," Sanji chimed in with a knowing smirk.

Nami, unable to contain her amusement, added, "I guess we owe him for helping set the stage for your confession, Ace."

As the teasing banter continued, you and Ace exchanged sheepish glances, both amused and touched by the antics of your crewmates. But before you could fully process the moment, chaos erupted in the garden as Luffy's laughter rang out, accompanied by the sound of running footsteps.

"Hey, come back here, you two!" Luffy's voice echoed through the night air, followed closely by the pounding of feet.

With a shared laugh, you and Ace took off running, the thrill of the chase adding an unexpected twist to the evening's festivities. As the fireworks continued to light up the sky, you and Ace found yourselves using your respective powers - his fire and your water - to outmaneuver your pursuers, weaving through the garden in a playful game of cat and mouse.

With each burst of laughter and flicker of flames, the bond between you and Ace grew stronger, fueled by the shared joy of the moment. And as the night unfolded in a whirlwind of excitement and hilarity, you couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected turn of events that had brought you closer together.

As the chase continued under the canopy of stars, you and Ace knew that no matter where your adventures took you, the memories of this magical night would always hold a special place in your hearts.

And as the fireworks danced across the sky, illuminating the path ahead, you felt grateful for the laughter, the love, and the unforgettable moments shared with your Straw Hat family.

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POsted on 4/10/24 same day as Chapter 3 to "Whispers of the heart."

[bellaxgiornata]

Next to You

Pairing: Frank Castle x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Frank and you decide to watch a scary movie on Halloween night, but that quickly turns into you trying to prove to Frank that you're not afraid of scary movies.

Warnings/Tags: just fluff and Frank being a sweet little smartass

a/n: This is just one of the fics I wrote for Mandy's Sweater Weather Challenge by the fabulous @she-likesorchids! It's a short, fluffy little thing! Feedback is always appreciated!

Frank Castle Tag List: @heimtathurs @linamarr

Thumbnail between your teeth, you were gnawing on it as you lay curled up lengthwise on the couch with Frank behind you. His thick arm was draped over your waist, holding you snug to the front of his solid and very warm body behind you. The pair of you were cuddled underneath one of the many blankets you kept strewn about the living room, swathed in the candlelight from the fall candle you were burning nearby. The room smelled faintly like pumpkin spice mixed with the popcorn you’d both long since finished, the bowl abandoned on the coffee table beside a few empty candy wrappers. It hadn't taken the pair of you long to tear into the Halloween candy once trick-or-treating had finally ended for the night.

Luna was curled up in her dog bed across the room, having recently been asleep until another scary moment in the movie you both were watching had startled you on the couch, causing you to shriek in surprise and fright. She had ultimately jolted upright in a half-awake panic at the noise, entirely on alert as she looked back and forth between you and Frank on the couch. Frank had yet again just laughed at your terrified reaction, though you had noticed that every time you jumped or yelped in terror, Frank’s palm would begin to trace soothing patterns along your stomach, his arm tightening protectively around you just a bit more as he lightly brushed his lips against your shoulder. Every time he did, he always had somehow managed to quickly calm your racing heart, the safety of his presence beside you relaxing your body. 

But now the movie was nearing its end, which meant it was at its scariest moments. Your body was tensed against Frank’s in anticipation of what was to come, your teeth continuing to chew your thumbnail as your eyes remained fixed on the television screen. The music playing in the background of the movie was chilling, the hair raising on the back of your neck because you knew there was another jump scare coming–you could feel it.

Though that didn’t stop you from screaming and throwing both of your hands over your face when the inevitable happened. The resonate, rumbling chuckle from Frank behind you vibrated your back against his chest. The sound was comforting even if a little teasing to you as his large palm once again began rubbing affectionately against you, holding you just a bit tighter. Your face remained buried in your hands as you listened to the high-pitched screaming coming from the movie. You couldn’t bring yourself to remove your hands and look at what was going on onscreen. The audio was already disturbing enough. 

“Want me to turn it off, sweetheart?” Frank asked. 

“No,” you answered, voice muffled behind your hands. “Why would you even ask that? It's almost over anyway.”

“‘Cause you spent ‘bout damn near half the movie covering your face,” he pointed out, amusement in his tone. “I told you we didn’t have to watch a scary movie tonight.”

“But it's Halloween , Frank,” you countered. 

“So?” he asked.

“So,” you said, sliding your hands off of your face as you glanced back at him over your shoulder, “it means we need to watch something festive. And festive for Halloween means scary .”

“Okay,” he began, nodding his head slowly, “but you hate scary movies. They always give you nightmares. You’re not gonna be able to sleep tonight, are you?”

You pulled a face, shifting in his arms to turn and face him completely. “Of course I’ll sleep tonight,” you told him. “I mean it’s just a movie. I’m not ten, Frank. I’m not scared.”

One of Frank’s brows gradually rose up onto his forehead as he sent you a disbelieving look. Instantly you frowned back at him. 

“What’s with that look?” you asked.

He chuckled, shaking his head at you. “Nothin’. I ain’t given’ you no look, sweetheart,” he replied, laughter barely hidden in his tone.

Eyes narrowing at him, you pushed yourself upright onto your elbow so that you were staring down at him now. He only grinned mischievously up at you, a glimmer of something in his warm, brown eyes. 

“Bullshit, Frank. That look means you don’t believe me,” you said. “I’m not afraid of a scary movie. It’s not real. I know it’s not real.”

“Alright,” he said with a light shrug, that grin still on his lips. “But don’t think I don’t notice how you’re conveniently distracting the both of us from the end of the movie right now, honey,” he pointed out. 

Your eyes widened in shock, your mouth dropping open at the accusation. “What?” you asked. “Why would I possibly be doing that?”

“‘Cause you can’t handle scary movies,” he stated simply.

You sat entirely upright with a huff, turning around and making a show of focusing back on the movie, no longer curled up against him for safety. Frank shifted on the couch behind you, pushing himself upright until he was sitting on the cushion next to you. A moment later he leaned over until his mouth was just beside your ear, his warm breath brushing past the shell of it and causing you to become very aware of his proximity.

“Look at that, we missed the ending,” he teased softly. “‘Cause you’re afraid of scary movies.”

Your shoulders dropped as your head turned, shooting Frank a flat look. He was, indeed, correct. The credits were soon rolling on the screen, some eerie music playing along with them.

“I am not afraid of scary movies,” you argued.

“Okay, if you say so," Frank replied, mischief in his voice. "Guess you won’t mind if I sleep out here on the couch tonight then, sweetheart.”

Your heart sped up in your chest at his comment, the thought of sleeping alone in the bedroom making you suddenly nervous. Frank shot you a knowing smirk as he took in the look on your face, throwing his arms behind his head as he leaned back on the couch, kicking his legs out. He nestled into the cushions a bit, intentionally making a show of getting comfortable as he continued to stare in challenge back at you.

Except you wouldn’t fall for it. There was no way he’d want to actually sleep on the couch all night. He was just fucking with you, trying to get you to admit something that wasn't true. 

“Fine,” you told him haughtily, rising onto your feet. “I’ll just get to spread out tonight without your ass hogging all of the blankets.”

Frank’s gaze continued to linger on you, that challenge still very much present in his eyes. “Go right ahead, sweetheart,” he urged, sinking further into the cushions. “You get the whole big, dark room to yourself tonight. All alone.” He grinned at you, tilting his head to the side as he added, “Or are you?”

You scoffed at the teasing wink he sent you, rolling your eyes at him before your attention shifted over to Luna across the room. Patting your thigh, you called her name and nodded your head towards the bedroom. Her head raised from off the dog bed, her eyes shifting between you and Frank for a moment. She watched as Frank laid back down on the couch, making himself comfortable with the blanket and a pillow as he obviously readied himself to sleep there. Luna let out a soft whine, her focus landing back on you before her head inevitably dropped back down to her bed. On the couch, Frank bit his lip, visibly struggling to fight back a laugh. You briefly sent him a dark glare before you turned, blowing out the candle.

“I’ll remember this, Luna,” you muttered, turning and heading out of the living room.

Making your way down the hallway, you stepped into the bathroom and spent a few minutes getting ready for bed. You brushed your teeth and washed off your face, taking your time and giving Frank plenty of opportunity to change his mind about sleeping on the couch. Which was the only reason you were taking so long to get ready for bed.

But when you eventually left the bathroom, flipping off the light and sending the house into darkness except for the bit of light streaking in through the living room window from a streetlight outside, you realized Frank was still on the couch. With a roll of your eyes, you headed down the hall to your bedroom, pausing in the threshold long enough to look back down the hall one last time. You could just make out Frank’s feet dangling off the armrest of the couch in the dim light. You bit your lip, suddenly wondering if he actually was going to sleep out there all night just to prove a point.

Squaring your shoulders and determined to outlast him, you turned and stepped into the dark bedroom by yourself. Making your way through the room, you tried not to envision hands reaching out from underneath your bed as you walked around it before pulling back the covers and climbing in. You did your best to try and ignore that bit of fear beginning to stir in your stomach, raising the hairs on the back of your neck. Instead, you mentally chastised yourself, internally pointing out how your fear was absolutely ridiculous and unwarranted. This was your bedroom, after all. You slept here every damn night. There was nothing to be afraid of and nothing lurking anywhere in here. And besides, Frank was just down the hall in the living room with Luna. So you weren’t actually alone in the house.

Just alone in the bedroom. For tonight.

Closing your eyes, you shifted a few times, trying to get comfortable underneath the sheets. Though no matter how many times you tugged the blanket higher up towards your chin while gradually making your way to the middle of the mattress, you couldn’t shake that growing feeling of panic as scenes from that scary movie flashed through your mind. 

“Just a movie,” you whispered to yourself. “And I’m not scared. And I’m definitely not letting Frank win this.”

You clenched your eyes shut tighter, trying your best to think happy thoughts–memories of you and Frank with Luna as a puppy, the night Frank had dropped you off after your first date, the first time he'd said he loved you. But when you heard something fall down in the living room with a thump , the sound louder to your frightened mind than it really had been, you bolted upright in the bed while shouting Frank’s name loudly throughout the house. 

Immediately you heard his amused laugh coming from the other room. Heat crept its way into your cheeks as you heard Frank’s familiar footsteps gradually making their way towards the bedroom, the sound accompanied by the clicking of Luna’s nails along the floor. Seconds later Frank was flipping on the light in the bedroom, illuminating his smug expression as he grinned back down at you lying in the middle of the bed, clutching the sheets to your chest.

“Knew you didn’t like scary movies, sweetheart,” he stated. “Just admit it and I’ll come to bed.”

Swallowing thickly, your fingers tightened around the fabric of the sheets balled up in your hands. At this point, you’d already embarrassed yourself and all you wanted now was for him to curl up in bed beside you so you could bury your face into the crook of his neck and pass out.

“Fine, you’re right,” you relented. “Now can you just get over here? Please?”

"Told ya so," he teased, flipping off the light. 

Frank made his way over to the bed, tossing his shirt onto the floor before pulling back the covers. You scooted over on the mattress just a bit, giving him some room as he climbed in beside you, but not too much room because you had every intention of cuddling close to him tonight. Which is exactly what you did when he laid down along the bed, your arms quickly encircling his now bare waist. Nestled up against him, that tinge of fear quickly dissipated and you closed your eyes, ready for sleep.

Though when Frank laughed lightly again, your head shaking against him at the movement, your eyes flew back open.

“What?” you asked him.

"All it took was me knocking the television remote on the floor to hear you shriek like a banshee," he teased. 

You gasped, lightly swatting his chest with your hand. "Frank!" you exclaimed. "You did that on purpose?"

"Maybe," he answered casually. "But you were the one on edge already, sweetheart."

"You ass!" you cried out.

Frank shifted underneath you, making like he was about to get up. Your heart jumped in your chest instantly, terrified he was going back to the couch again. 

"I can go–"

"No," you said, arms tightening around him as you pulled him back towards yourself. "You're staying right here next to me, Frank."

Frank settled back along the mattress, snickering softly as his big arms wrapped around you in return. 

"Yes, ma'am," he murmured.

He leaned over, planting a kiss to the top of your head. Your eyes fell closed again as you comfortably nestled back into his side, a smile making its way onto your face. Occasional ass or not, you always felt safest with him.

[soulessjourney]

Autumn's Whispered Secrets

Summary: Fall has finally made its appearance in Velaris. Once a year the Night Court hosts a large event once a year called the "Autumn Elegance Gala." This year, however, it seemed as though the event held a deeper meaning for you and a certain Shadowsinger.

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 2.2k

Velaris was already beautiful, but when autumn arrived, the city transformed into a new spectacle. Stores adorned their windows with artificial orange leaves, pumpkins adorned almost every doorstep, and the air was infused with the scents of spice and pumpkin pie. The festive atmosphere was truly remarkable.

Today marked a special occasion, much like Starfall. It was a day when many gathered to celebrate the arrival of fall. Children roamed the streets, dressed as ghosts and ghouls, their laughter reverberating off the city's buildings.

Small arms encircled your leg as a young boy looked up at you, his eyes sparkling. "Auntie Y/N, are you going to join us for the festival today? Mother mentioned she had spoken to you!" You picked up Nyx and playfully tapped his nose with a wide smile as you listened to his enthusiastic chatter about the various events scheduled for the day. He was the spitting image of Rhysand and had the vibrant personality of your longtime friend, Feyre.

"Well, little Nyx, I suppose I can join you all today since you asked so nicely," you replied, grinning and gently tickling the boy's side. Your smile widened as his laughter filled the air, and Nyx never failed to brighten your day, particularly when you had been burdened with the paperwork assigned to you by his father. This little boy had a knack for spreading joy, even on the toughest days.

"Uncle Az will be thrilled to hear that you're coming. He kept saying he wouldn't go unless you did," Nyx shared, his grin lighting up his face. Nyx had no filter, and there was no keeping secrets around him.

Laughing softly, you set the small boy down and affectionately ruffled his hair. "Well, I'm sure Uncle Azriel would have gone even if I couldn't make it," you teased, your heart fluttering at Nyx's words. Placing a hand over your chest, you made your way to your room to start getting ready for the day's events.

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Your eyes couldn't help but wander as you and the Inner Circle strolled through the streets of Velaris. Nyx, running ahead, urged everyone to walk faster. You snapped out of your reverie when Mor fell into step beside you, slinging an arm over your shoulders.

"You've got someone who won't stop staring. I'm pretty sure he's going to burn holes into the back of your head at this rate," she said with a snicker. Glancing over your shoulder, you turned to see who she was referring to, and sure enough, Azriel had his gaze locked on you. When your eyes met, you quickly turned your attention forward, feeling a blush creep onto your face.

"I swear both of you know you're mates, so why don't you just make a move already," Mor grumbled, looking down at you.

You sucked in a deep breath and clicked your tongue. "Because, Mor, he's interested in Elain, and that's not a fire I'm willing to play with," you replied, shrugging off Mor's arm. It was true. You had been aware of the bond for the past few months but had never made an effort to bring it up. Azriel seemed smitten with Elain, and it was clear from the way he looked at her that he was falling for her. You didn't want to interfere or force his hand just because of the bond. If Azriel had any intentions with you, you'd leave it up to him to make the first move.

The moment you all stepped into the town square, you let out a loud gasp. It was utterly beautiful. Small wooden booths were set up around the square, with merchants selling their goods to families and couples. The square was brightly lit and vibrant, filled with people laughing and chatting with one another. It never failed to take your breath away. Everyone here seemed genuinely happy to be around each other, and you loved that atmosphere. Looking around, you noticed that your family had dispersed to explore the booths or entertain the small child who ruled your group.

Someone fell in step next to you, and you jumped. "Looks like it's just us," Azriel said, his voice low as he nervously glanced around. Something inside you fluttered at the sound of his voice, which had a deep, sultry quality. Every time you heard him speak, your stomach did somersaults. As he stood beside you, you noticed how tense he was, his eyes darting around the square.

"Are you scared of crowds, Azriel?" you asked, laughter escaping your lips. It would be something new to witness, the Shadow Singer scared of crowds. You couldn't miss the blush that tinged his tan skin as he looked away from you. He was embarrassed, and that only made you laugh harder.

"I'm not scared, just surveilling the area to make sure nothing could hurt Nyx," he replied, clearing his throat. His shoulders tensed as a couple walked by, getting a bit too close for his comfort. Slipping your hand into his, you chose to ignore the look of shock he sent your way as you guided him through the square, pointing out various charms and clothing items for sale. Spending time with Azriel made the bond between you hum with happiness, but you kept trying to suppress it.

As you weaved in and out of the different booths, you suddenly came to a halt, causing the taller male to bump into your smaller frame. There, an array of hair clips lay, each one catching your eye. With how often Mor dressed you to the nines, you wanted a hairpiece to complement your attire. As your eyes scanned the table, they landed on a white floral hair clip. The gold accents perfectly complemented the white flowers, making it a truly beautiful piece. Seeing that your gaze lingered, Azriel reached down and picked up the hair clip. He turned you to face him, gently brushing your hair away from your face and neck. His rough fingers brushed against your skin, setting your senses on fire. As he placed the clip into your hair, he held your gaze, and the space between you two slowly decreased.

"You look beautiful," he whispered, brushing his nose against yours. Just as you began to lean up, Mor's voice rang out from a few feet away. You jumped away from Azriel, smiling, and handed him the clip just as Mor approached.

"Sorry to interrupt your date, but your dress is ready for tonight, Y/N, and little Nyx is starting to fall asleep. Feyre wants us to head back and start getting ready," Mor announced as she pulled you along. Glancing back at Azriel, you gave him a small wave, not missing the look of longing in his hazel eyes.

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Music filled the building, accompanied by lively chatter. Bodies swayed in the middle of the room, and conversations buzzed on the sides. Mor clung to your arm as you descended the stairs, your dress flowing behind you. She had truly outdone herself with the dress, knowing it was both beautiful and alluring enough to turn heads. The gown had a golden hue with a long slit running up your right leg, teasing every time you walked. The design on the right shoulder resembled leaves, cascading from your hip over your shoulder. It was an absolutely stunning dress, and Mor's effort made you feel grateful to have her as a friend.

As you stepped onto the floor, you spotted the Inner Circle standing just off to the side, sharing laughter over something Cassian had said. Nesta playfully smacked his arm. But your eyes were drawn to Azriel, his hair slicked back, exposing part of his forehead. The suit he wore accentuated his figure in the best possible way. Your cheeks grew warm at the sight of him, and the bond pulled you closer to your mate, urging for contact.

Stopping next to Feyre, gasps escaped the group as they looked at you. "Damn, Y/N, you clean up well. That dress knows how to showcase your curves," Cassian said, earning a scowl and another smack from Nesta.

"You look lovely this evening. Please excuse Cassian; we all know he lacks a filter," Nesta said, sending a scowl toward Cassian. You laughed and thanked her before mingling with your group. You felt a tug on the bond and turned your attention to Azriel. He signaled you to follow him, and you excused yourself to join him on the balcony.

Once outside, Azriel presented a small box. "I wanted to give this to you. It seemed like you loved it, and it suited you well," he said, passing you the box. When you opened it, you gasped at the sight of the hair clip he had put in your hair earlier that day. "Here, let me," he said gently, taking the clip and turning you around. He slid it into your hair and smiled, his hands gently caressing your shoulders. "Perfect," he whispered into your ear.

Turning back toward the Shadow Singer, you gave him a small smile. "Thank you, I'll be sure to wear it well," you teased, scanning him once again. Part of you wondered what things would be like if you had confessed to Azriel the moment you felt the bond snap into place. Would you be together and happy? Would you constantly worry about his closeness to Elain? You contemplated talking to him and seeing where things might lead. You glanced back at Azriel, who looked at you with longing in his eyes, yearning for a kiss. Grabbing his hand, you pulled him onto the dance floor, dancing together as one. "I'm sure you know about the bond between us, but why haven't you said anything?" you asked, looking up at Azriel.

He hummed, taking a moment to find the right words. "I didn't want to force you. You've been dealing with things since the last mission Rhys sent you on, and I didn't want to push the mating bond onto you. It wouldn't have been fair to you, especially if you weren't ready," he explained, his hand resting on the small of your back. "Why haven't you said anything about the mating bond?" he inquired.

You mumbled, "Well, you were close with Elain, and I didn't want to intrude on your relationship with her." Your eyes landed on Elain, who watched you both from across the room, jealousy apparent.

Ever since Elain joined the Inner Circle, tension had built between you and Azriel. She turned it into a competition, trying to prove who knew him better or who could hold his attention longer, so you had pulled away. "I didn't want to force the bond onto you either, especially if you chose Elain in the end," you admitted.

Azriel chuckled, drawing you closer. "Elain is a sweet girl, but she's not someone I'm interested in. I'm only there to help make her stay here more manageable," he said, cupping your cheek. "Cassian has been pestering me for a month to open up to you and discuss the mating bond. Every time I tried, I was sent on a mission or you were whisked away by Mor or Rhysand," he grumbled. "I'm tired of fighting this bond, and I want to embrace it. I want to fall asleep next to you and wake up in your arms. I want to listen to you complain about the reports Rhysand keeps giving you. I want to hold you when you wake from a nightmare and be the one you go to when you're having a bad day. I want to be the one who tells you that I love you every minute of every day."

Azriel's words took you by surprise. You had never imagined he wanted all of that. You always felt like you came second when it came to Elain. Hearing his words made your heart swell. "I want that too, Az. I want to feel your touch and kiss you during my lowest moments. I want to share my secrets and frustrations. I want to come to you when I'm having a bad day and just lie in your arms. I want to be there to welcome you home after a mission and tell you how much I missed you," you whispered, leaning into his hand on your cheek. "I want to be yours because I'm deeply and utterly in love with you."

Azriel smiled and leaned down to kiss you. The bond hummed with happiness at the touch of your lips, making you feel complete after months of emptiness. The kiss felt like it lasted an eternity, yet it was over all too soon. Brushing his nose against yours, Azriel smiled. "I love you too, more than you'll ever know," he whispered, giving you another gentle kiss.

"Bet you fifty bucks he gets laid tonight," Cassian whispered to Nesta. They were standing a few feet away, with the rest of the Inner Circle, watching you both.

"Cassian, if you don't shut your mouth, you're going to be the one who doesn't get laid," Nesta retorted, causing the others to laugh and Rhysand to pat the disheartened Cassian on the back.

Looking over at the scene, you and Azriel laughed at the sight before turning back to each other. "Should we head home? I make a mean pumpkin pie, and given how you devoured that one over there, I'm sure you're craving more," you teased. Azriel let out a hearty laugh and leaned down to kiss you once again.

[bun-lapin]

The Gingerbread Gauntlet (part 1)

Summary: The housewardens have a gingerbread house competition

A/N: I meant to have this ready for before Christmas but of course, life had other plans lol The good news though is that I have a whole bunch of new writing ideas and I'm hoping to bust out of my little creative slump once the holiday chaos dies down a bit <3 The overall fic is a bit long so I decided to break it into smaller parts for readability. I'll be posting one part per day and will add links for the other parts after they post <3

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4/END - AO3 (whole fic)

Word Count: 1.6k CW: crack, silly, shouting, insults, mild swearing, candy/gingerbread

Winter at Night Raven College was a time even more magical than usual. Although the cafeteria was mostly empty, the sight of festive winter garlands draped elegantly along the walls, combined with the soft sounds of crackling flames in the grand fireplace, brought a cozy sense of winter cheer to the room. The alluring scents of sugary treats and winter spices wafted through the warm air from the kitchen nearby and from a long, solitary table set up by the doors to the kitchen. Already covered with an assortment of candies and plates of oddly shaped gingerbread cookies, the table was the very picture of a sweet and festive feast. Around the table, seven striking figures were seated an equal distance from each other and, as the snow softly began to fall from the sky outside, they quietly worked with the bounty of sugary confections before them.

~

“I swear on the Noble Rulebook of the Queen of Hearts, if I find out someone has been hoarding all of the rose-shaped peppermints, it’s off with everyone’s heads!”

Leona drowsily raises an eyebrow at Riddle and smirks, “What’s the matter, housewarden? We just started. You losing your temper already?”

Riddle scoffs and wrinkles his nose at Leona’s slouching posture, “I’m not losing my temper! I’m trying to make sure there is an equitable distribution of candy decorations for everyone present to construct their gingerbread houses!” He picks up a paper that looks like an architectural blueprint and angrily jabs a finger at a particular section of the diagram. “I am building a gingerbread model of the Heartslabyul rose maze–to scale, I might add–and I require exactly 68 rose-shaped peppermints to construct it.”

Leona slowly blinks at the intricately detailed design in Riddle’s hands and then shakes his head with a soft chuckle. Reaching under his seat, he pulls out a large, glass bowl of rose-shaped candies and passes it to the Heartslabyul housewarden. Ignoring the death glare from Riddle, he turns to the other housewardens seated around the table and asks, ”Can someone remind me again why we’re doing this stupid gingerbread house competition? This seriously feels like a waste of my precious free time.”

Vil looks up from his gingerbread construction with an expression of withering scorn on his face, “We just went over everything not even a moment ago. Did you actually forget or were you just not paying attention in the first place?”

Kalim lets out a bright and hearty laugh from his seat at the table, “I think this is going to be a really fun activity!” He holds up a small gingerbread cookie decorated with dark colored icing and licorice in the image of Dire Crowley, “Plus, we have to do this because the headmaster asked us to!”  Waving the Crowley cookie in the air, he speaks in a surprisingly accurate impression of the headmaster, “I’ll be damned if I let those fools at RSA take home the trophy for the Isle of Sage’s gingerbread house competition another year in a row!”

Leona shakes his head with a slightly aggravated sigh, “I’m still failing to see why I, or any of us for that matter, should care about this useless endeavor.”

With a piping bag of white icing in one hand, Azul laughs softly and adjusts his glasses with the other hand, “There’s also the fact that whoever makes the best gingerbread house here today will receive a free PE class credit.”

Leona’s eyebrows rise in mild surprise and then he smirks. “Is that so? Well I suppose that explains why that guy over there is actually here in person for once,” he says as he points down towards the other end of the table.

Idia peers up from his work, the expression on his face equal parts gloomy and irritated, “Listen, I will do anything if it means I can miss any amount of PE.” Turning back to his geometric gingerbread design with a pout, he mutters under his breath, “Although, the main reason I’m actually here is because Ortho literally shot down my gingerbread construction drone.”

With a softly amused smile on his face, Malleus turns in his seat next to the Ignihyde housewarden and says, “Do try to cheer up, Idia. I’ve always felt that festive occasions such as these should be attended in person. A contraption built for the sole purpose of constructing with gingerbread could never replace someone special like you.”

“Oh-! Uh-! Th-thanks Malleus-shi! Th-that’s really nice of you to say,” Idia replies with a nervous grin. While keeping his gaze pinned to his work on the table, he then smoothly reaches into his pocket and rapid-fire taps out a message into his smartphone: AAGGGHH!!! WHYYY IS THE HEIR APPARENT OF BRIAR VALLEY SITTING NEXT TO ME?? SO DISTRACTING  (╥﹏╥)

A message notification chimes out from the phone in Azul’s front jacket pocket. After checking to make sure his hands are clean of icing, he takes out his phone and reads the message. With a playful smirk on his face, he taps out his reply: Honestly, I’m more surprised by the fact that Crowley actually remembered to invite Malleus this time. What a rare event!

Idia’s phone buzzes quietly in his pocket and he looks down to swiftly check the message. He glares over at Azul with a small frown and quickly types: yo speaking of rare events! are you wearing the glasses i made for you?? the ones with the built-in camera and mic?? because i deffo remember you saying that they were useless and not your style (¬､¬)

The sound of the cafeteria door loudly creaking open suddenly cuts off Idia and Azul’s silent conversation. All of the assembled housewardens turn to see two fluffy ears atop a head of messy, sandy-brown hair enter the room. With a mischievous grin and a hissing-kind of chuckle, Ruggie waves to the group, “Heya, everyone! I’m here for the gingerbread house competition.”

Riddle frowns at Ruggie while balancing two pieces of messily frosted gingerbread in his hands, “No, you certainly are not! This competition is for housewardens only!”

Leona lets out a loud yawn as he waves Ruggie over to the table. Turning to the rest of the group he explains, “It’s alright, I’m the one who called him here.” Handing Ruggie a piping bag of icing, Leona adds, “He’s gonna build my gingerbread house for me while I take a nap under the table.” Cries of outrage erupt from around the table and Leona’s ears twitch angrily as he raises his eyebrows at the grumbling housewardens.

While carefully setting down a slanted piece of gingerbread atop his elegantly constructed house, Vil states bluntly, “Ruggie is not allowed to build your house for you, Leona. Crowley explicitly instructed us to build these gingerbread houses without any magic or outside assistance.” Raising one perfectly shaped eyebrow, he smirks and adds, “If you want this free class credit, you’re going to have to put in some amount of work for once in your life.”

Leona directs a questioning look towards Ruggie who, in turn, raises his shoulders and shakes his head in resignation. Leona waves a hand dismissively at Ruggie, effectively shooing him out of the room, and clicks his tongue with annoyance, “Fine, fine. I got it. You don’t have to be such a bitch about it, though.” Grabbing a handful of candies and pieces of gingerbread, he then quickly and expertly begins assembling them together.

Without looking up from his work, Vil smoothly pipes extra icing on the corners of his house and replies in an even tone, “Call me by that word again and I’ll shave off all of your hair to weave into a throw rug for the Pomefiore common room.”

“Hey Vil,” Leona chirps out a soft whistle to catch the Pomefiore housewarden’s attention.

Letting out a short, aggravated sigh, Vil rolls his eyes and then looks over at Leona. “What,” he flatly asks.

With a heavy thud, Leona sets the end result of his hard work for the last few minutes on the table in front of him. Made from rounded pieces of gingerbread and decorated with brightly colored candies, is a large replica of a hand with a raised middle finger. Standing up from his seat, Leona flashes everyone a triumphant little smirk and then saunters out of the room without another word. 

The remaining housewardens silently watch him leave and, as the cafeteria door creaks shut, they return to their work with a softly murmured chorus of disapproval. An uncharacteristic silence settles over the group as everyone focuses on their individual gingerbread designs for the next few minutes.

Kalim finally breaks into the quiet with a bright laugh, “It's too bad Leona decided to leave early! I just finished making his cookie counterpart!” He holds up a Leona-shaped gingerbread cookie decorated with chocolate candies and a tiny feline scowl drawn in icing.

Looking up from his work, Vil studies the little cookie with an irritated glare. Wordlessly, he reaches across the table to pluck the Leona cookie from Kalim’s hand and then snaps the head off of the gingerbread figure. Handing the beheaded cookie back to Kalim, Vil flatly states, “My apologies.”

After carefully laying the broken pieces of Leona on a plate, Kalim holds up two additional gingerbread figures. One is decorated with marshmallow pieces and little wolf ears. The other is decorated with fluffy peanut butter frosting and hyena ears. Waving the wolf-eared cookie through the air, Kalim yells in a low, gruff voice, “Oh no! Housewarden Leona! I'll find out who did this to you and avenge the honor of our dorm!” Wiggling the hyena-eared cookie, Kalim says in a smoother, teasing voice, “Shyeheehee! Does this mean I get the rest of the day off?”

-continued in part 2-

[bit-dodgy-innit]

Family Affair

Part of my 500 Follower Celebration set in The Shape of Youniverse

The Prompt: Jake wins a bet between the boys, so he gets to grow a mustache, which means your family’s first group Halloween costume is The Addams Family

Requested by: @pleasehidemyficshit

Pairing: Jake x afab!reader, background Steven x afab!reader and Marc x afab!reader, Reader is married to the system

Spice-o-meter: 🌶🌶🌶🌶, Explicit, Minors DNI!

Word Count: 3.2k

CW/TW: We’ve earned all four peppers here friends - obviously Jake has a mustache and looks too good with it, there’s talk about sharing D.I.D. with loved ones, groping, a touch of roleplaying and spanking, f!receiving oral, destruction of clothing, breastplay, lactation kink, and titty-fucking (it’s back!)

A/N: Y’all I started writing this before Halloween and wanted to have it for everyone by then... but shit’s been crazy on my end. I’m behind in asks and responses but it was in an effort to get this out and honestly to keep my head above water! Hope this fic and the filth below is entirely worth and thank you all, especially my darling requester, for patience with me! Spanish translations at ze bottom of ze fic!

“Damn babes, never thought I’d say it, but Jake can pull off a mustache,” Charlotte mused while the pair of you stood in her reception room, currently decorated for a spooky, but not scary, Halloween party.

You immediately shushed her. “Stop that! What if he hears you?” 

She threw her hands up in surrender, yet didn’t appear at all contrite. Charlotte and Harry’s place was palatial by most Londoners’ standards, but sound could carry from one end of the room to the other rather easily. “Here, come with me to the loo, I need help with my wig anyway. We’ll talk about it there.” 

This Halloween, your first as a mother, was quite different from previous ones. The last year you had been too queasy to go out, and the year before that, you and your husband had been out all night hopping between various pubs and parties. While your couples costume, Hugh Hefner and a Playboy bunny, was admittedly and totally misogynistic, it had led to the night culminating in some rather fantastic sex just as the sun’s rays began to kiss the horizon. Plus, Jake called you “conejita” now sometimes in bed which never failed to make you shiver. 

Tonight was the diametric opposite. You had to be home 9:30 sharp so as not to completely fuck Nyla’s sleep schedule, you and your husband hadn’t so much as seen each other’s genitals in days, and your family was attending precisely one fête, this one at Charlotte’s house. She and Harry had welcomed a daughter of their own, Abigail, a few months before Nyla was born. Their low-key house party was the perfect festive, baby-friendly occasion for the holiday. Come to think of it, your previous costume and activities were a rather fitting way to send off your pre-baby body and persona.

“This is lovely by the way,” you told Charlotte, crowding into her downstairs loo with her. “I can’t believe you were able to clean and decorate this place while Abby is teething.” 

“Thank you,” she replied, genuinely touched at the comment while she helped you to recenter the part on the long, black haired wig you’d donned for the evening. “Honestly, I have no worries about going back to work for my MP now, the House of Commons is a cakewalk compared to the chaos it took to get this house together today.”

You laughed, the truth of her sentiment resonating with you. Even if you didn’t work in government, everything else was a breeze after having a baby. 

“Though I must say, it’s a bit cunty for my best mate to show up looking as good as you do tonight,” Charlotte teased, “If I hadn’t seen you pregnant myself, I’d doubt you even carried Nyla.” 

“HA!” You squawked in disbelief, “either you’re already pissed or need to get your eyes checked. Besides, black is a very forgiving color.” 

Though Halloween with a baby meant no more all-nighters and fuckfests, it did mean something else that was arguably just as exciting: family costumes. Given that earlier in the month Jake had won a contest between him and his alters on who could change Nyla’s diaper the quickest, he was currently sporting a mustache. You weren’t exactly chuffed about its presence on your husband's face, but it did inspire you to make everyone dress up as the Addams Family. You’d ordered a darling little Peter Pan-collared black dress for Nyla as well as a crocheted hat with braids, a slinky (and apparently very forgiving) long black dress and wig for yourself, then a pinstripe suit for the boys. 

You didn’t know why it had never occurred to you before, but your husband, specifically Jake who was fronting tonight, made a perfect Gomez Addams. While you needed a full face of makeup and wig to recreate Morticia’s look, all Jake needed to do was slick back his hair and trim his mustache. He had surprised you in the midst of your process mimicking Morticia’s winged eyeliner by asking you for some eye makeup of his own for the evening. 

You were all too happy to oblige his request. Nyla was napping, you were almost done, and it made you endlessly happy that your husband got into the Halloween spirit as much as you did. Jake sat on the closed lid of the toilet while you straddled him to apply the kohl. To his credit, he stayed still for the most part while you drew and smudged the black pigment onto the delicate skin of his lids. It was remarkably intimate, given the closeness and the vulnerability the act required.

However, this was Jake, so right as you finished he growled “Nena”, then pulled you into his lap to feel the hardness swiftly growing there. 

“Absolutely not,” you protested, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. “I have worked too hard on this makeup, plus Nyla let me dress her without any fuss, so no.” 

“Pero nena, este vestido,” your husband whined, canting his hips against your core. “What am I supposed to do when it frames your tetas so perfectly?” 

“Luego,” you declared, your dismissal as harsh and final as a judge’s. 

Jake’s resulting pout was downright comical. Yet, it was worth delaying nookie in your opinion for getting to Charlotte’s at a reasonable time and getting family photos before Nyla inevitably rebelled on her braid-cap thingy. 

“Alright but Jake,” Charlotte circled back now that your wig was sorted. 

“Jake,” you echoed, switching spots in front of the mirror so Charlotte could touch up her witch makeup. “Well I told you he strong-armed me into letting him grow one, and it must be the Latino blood and you know…energy that means he can pull it off. I can’t let him think that though, because he’ll never shave it.” 

“What do the other two think about it?” 

Charlotte and Harry were two members of the small circle of people who knew about your husband’s D.I.D. You’d been friends with her for years before you met Marc, and it didn’t occur to you to share his condition with Charlotte until you learned that her mother-in-law also had D.I.D. It brought you both all that much closer since you each had someone safe and knowledgeable to talk about it with, plus Harry was a reassuring example of someone who had been living with and loving someone with D.I.D his entire life. 

“They’re not pleased because it’s resulted in less sex,” you divulged. “Marc’s been telling clients it’s for cancer awareness, despite No Shave November starting, well, in November. Steven teaches a bunch of Gen-Zers who think it’s part of some new TikTok trend.” 

Charlotte burst into laughter at your assessment. Before you two could gossip any further, there was a knock on the bathroom door. It was Harry, who once he identified you, called to Jake, “They’re in here!”

In the span of a second, a frantic Jake rushed over to you with his arms full of a very unhappy Nyla. 

“Where have you been?” He snapped. 

You knew Jake was flustered about his daughter crying, so you sent him a smile, and in a carefully measured tone asked him, “Would you like to try that again?” 

“Sorry,” your husband softened at once, “but it’s not her diaper, I took off her wig-hat thing, I even tried taking her around the block in her stroller, but nothing’s worked so—“

“She must be hungry,” you concluded for him and held out your arms for him to pass your still-wailing infant over. 

As easy as it was to jump down each other’s throats when Nyla was upset, you had to give your husband grace. Especially since technically, he’d only been a parent for a third of as long as you’d had. 

Once Nyla was securely in your grasp you cooed at her, “Oh baby Wednesday, what’s wrong?” 

Charlotte joined in your attempts to soothe Nyla and offered you their bedroom to feed her. Unfortunately, time on the boob didn’t make your daughter a happier camper so you and Jake decided to call it a night. As disappointing as it was, leaving early was the right move since Nyla fully conked out on the car ride home. 

She mercifully didn’t wake up when you and Jake transferred her into her crib, which left you and your very sexy husband still in costume with nothing to do at 8:45 on Halloween night. 

“We could put something on?” you suggested. 

“Or,” Jake countered, “we could have a Halloween party of our own.” 

He captured your hand and kissed the back of it, making you stutter when you asked, “And what would that entail exactly?” 

Jake hummed, trailing his lips up your arm in true Gomez Addams fashion, and when reached the juncture of your shoulder and neck, you mewled. Encouraged by how you were swiftly melting into his arms, your husband bit down, worrying the sensitive skin there with his tongue.  

He escalated his delicious assault on your body by stepping behind you so each of Jake’s large, sure hands could cup and squeeze your breasts. The act ripped a whine from your throat, given that your tits had been made incredibly sensitive by nursing. You flinched and turned your head to the side, thereby exposing more of your neck for his teeth and tongue to attack.  

“Been thinking about these tetas all night,” he rasped into your ear. 

“Yeah?” You urged him on. Both he and Steven were downright obsessed with your lactating bosom. “What are you going to do about it?” 

“Wanna stick my cock between ‘em,” Jake divulged. His words made you even weaker in the knees. 

“Mmm, Papi,” you keened. 

He bit down on your earlobe and corrected you, “Gomez.”

Oh, you were doing that tonight. You turned the Morticia on, twisted in his grasp, clutched Jake’s lapels, then told him, “I want you to ravage me, my love, tear me apart like an animal then put back together as only a lover such as you can.”

You were unsure if it was dramatic enough, but it certainly did the trick, seeing that suddenly your world shifted since Jake threw you over his shoulder to cart you off to the bedroom. 

You and your husband were never much for role playing, so this was a surprise. And since Jake looked so much like Gomez, why not give it a try? 

Jake snapped you out of your thoughts when he landed a slap on your ass before depositing you onto the bed. You tried to assume a sexy position spread out on the bed, the long black wig you still wore fanning out across the comforter. 

While your husband usually went straight for your ass, tits, or mouth, Jake surprised you by yanking on your ankles to pull you further down on the bed. He contrasted his first brusque move with a softer one, dropping his lips to the delicate skin of your ankle. Once again emulating the character he was dressed as, Jake drew a line of kisses up the length of your leg. Every press of his lips against the tender skin of your shin and thigh made you convulse as Jake continued toward his prize. 

It was impossible to stifle the yelp you made when Jake ripped the fabric of your costume to further open the slit of the dress so he could get at your pussy. Once he had the necessary space, your husband wasted no time pushing the now soaked crotch of your thong aside and kissing your quivering core. He treated you to little licks up and down the seam of your cunt, before focusing on swirling it around your clit. 

“Jaaake,” you keened, too far gone to use the characters you were supposedly role-playing as. 

He lapped at your slit voraciously. It was tempting to allow your eyes to flutter closed and surrender to your pleasure, yet the image before you was too intoxicating to ignore. It was thrilling, with the different hairstyle, the eyeliner that made his dark gaze pop, the glimpse of the pinstripe pattern across his broad shoulders…Jake looked just enough like a stranger between your thighs. And that sent an extra swell of excitement through you. 

Jake hummed against your folds, the vibrations making you shudder and allowing another high-pitched yip to escape from you. The brush and tickle of his mustache added another layer of novelty and titillation to your already trembling form. 

“Don’t stop,” you urged him. Pleasure was now zinging across every corner and crevice of your body. Your mounting orgasm made you toss your head from side to side on the pillow, while you attempted to find purchase for your fingers within Jake’s shellacked strands.

Though Jake often liked to be the boss in the bedroom, he heeded your order, dutifully continuing his rapacious attentions on your core. He could usually feel when the proverbial band of your peak snapped and coursed through you, but this time, Jake could hear it in the plaintive, pleasure-drunk calls of his petname. 

When “Papi..Pah…Puh…” became “oh fuck Paaaaaaapi,” he knew he’d done his job, that your climax was lighting up every last nerve ending in that pretty little pussy of yours, and that your ecstasy was entirely his doing. 

Jake wanted to give you more time to catch your breath as you came down, he really did, but he’d been hard ever since Nyla’d been deposited into her crib, which meant unfettered access to your tits. The way your chest had heaved while you lost yourself in the bliss of your orgasm hadn’t exactly helped his patience either. Your husband snatched the two panels of fabric that made up your dress and tore the garment clean in half. 

“Necesito estas tetas,” he growled, his hands once again sailing straight to your breasts. 

You jerked from the surprise contact as Jake swooped down onto your bosom and whimpered. Your breasts were tender to begin with, and your body was still being wracked by little aftershocks from your climax. Thankfully, your husband noticed, and his touch became much gentler in the span of an instant. 

“Oh nena,” he murmured, tenderly playing with each teat, reveling in the breastmilk that had begun to dribble from them. “Fuiste tan bueno para Papi, déjame cuidarte. Tu sabes que Papi le encantan el sabor de tu leche.”  

You’d barely translated his word in your head before his warm, relentless mouth had found your right nipple and began suckling at it. Feeling the suction of Jake's mouth coaxing out the buildup of milk in your already engorged boobs nearly had you levitating above the sheets. Not only was it incredibly arousing, but the relief that coursed through you with every pull of his lips, especially since Nyla didn't eat much earlier, only made you feel more divine. 

It didn't take you long to figure out that your husband’s worship of your chest was two-fold. Sure, Jake was sending you into the stratosphere by suckling at your breasts, but when he switched mounds by leaving open-mouthed kisses across your sternum, it was clear he was also getting you wet so he could wedge his throbbing dick between them. 

“Mmmm Papi, you gonna put that huge cock between my boobies?” you intoned to egg him on. “Gonna fuck these big titties?”

Jake replied with a snarl and detached himself from your now thoroughly-abused nipple. “Ven aqui.” 

The next thing you knew, you were no longer splayed on the bed, rather on your knees with your criminally handsome husband towering over you. You watched hungrily as he slowly, tantalizingly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, but when you reached to shuck off his trousers altogether, Jake caught your hands. 

“Ah ah,” he tutted. “Mi traje se queda puesto.”

A dark whirlpool of excitement churned in your stomach at his statement. There was something extra electrifying about being left in your cum-soaked thong while Jake was fully clothed, drawing his turgid length out of his costume’s zip. You spurred him on by squeezing your tits and pushing them together. 

“Joder, nena,” he swore at the sight. “Voy a follar esas tetas tan duro.”

“Qué estas esperando por, Papi?” you goaded him. 

Jake needed no further encouragement. He stepped toward you and wedged his dick, flushed wine-red and leaking, between your heavy breasts. It was a different position, but you knew that Jake would want a similar treatment to one his alter got on your holiday to Cornwall. 

Steven had made an absolute mess of your chest and the sheets at the cottage you’d rented in the countryside, so naturally Jake would want his chance to top him. This time, you were less bashful about your husband fucking your tits, which emboldened you to give him a show. Not only did you dart your tongue out to lap at his cockhead each time Jake thrust it between your boobs, you massaged them around this shaft to stimulate him further. 

“Fuhhhhh, nena,” he groaned at the stimulation, the movement of your milk-laden breasts making him piston his hips harder into the valley of your chest.  “Jo–oh, joder.” 

There wasn’t much talking after that, the feel of your breasts suffocating Jake’s cock rendered him speechless. You concentrated on licking his swollen tip, the salty taste of his precum filling your mouth with every swipe of your tongue. 

The two of you made a lewd symphony between the slick slip of his cock between your breasts, the jingle of his zipper against his thigh with each shove of his pelvis, plus the little grunts and moans you traded with each other. You knew Jake’s climax was fast-approaching when his grunts picked up pace. 

Within moments, his seed was painting your tongue with hot stripes. Jake’s face was blissfully open and unfurrowed as his peak consumed him. It was a welcome sight to see your husband’s features wearing only pleasure and release. To you, that was sweeter than any candy or treat Halloween could offer. Well, that and the absolutely adorable family photos you managed to sneak in earlier this evening before Nyla took a hard left into fussytown. 

Once Jake’s orgasm subsided, you slipped off the wig, relieved to no longer have it on your scalp since your previous activities had worked up quite a sweat. Jake collected you in his arms, and kissed you surprisingly gently for how intently he was fucking your tits just minutes previously. 

“¿Quieres una ducha?” he whispered. 

You nodded, “Si Papi. Gracias.” 

You followed him into your en-suite bathroom. As he put the water on, you remarked, “Big day tomorrow.” 

“Mmm?” came Jake’s response as he at last stripped himself of his costume.

“Shaving Day,” you supplied. You, Marc and Steven had been counting down. 

“Actually, I was thinking–”

“No no! We all agreed!” you stopped him. “Besides, you had your fun tonight, didn’t you? What a sendoff.” 

“That’s exactly why I should keep it baby,” he purred, crowding you with his now naked body. “Don’t think I haven’t seen your leg twitching when I kiss this pretty pussy con mi bigote. Se siente bien, ¿no?” 

“Nice try, Lockley,” you countered, scampering past him into the spray, “but a deal’s a deal.” 

Jake wanted to argue, but the sight of you - nude and wet in the shower - silenced him for the time being. There would be plenty of time to concoct another scheme/bet/what have you for his mustache’s glorious return. Right now, he simply wanted to be close to, and joined you under the stream of water. 

A/N: Leave it to me to intend to write straight up filth but needing to writing idk, a thousand or so words of world-building before our dude gets his cock out. Classic moi, am I right? Anyway, hope everyone enjoyed!! Only two more prompts to gooooo 

Translations: 

conejita - little bunny 

Nena - babe 

pero nena, este vestido - but babe, this dress 

 tetas - tits 

Luego - later 

Necesito estas tetas - I need these tits 

Fuiste tan bueno para papi, déjame cuidarte. Tu sabes que Papi le encantan el sabor de tu leche - You were so good to daddy, let me take care of you. You know that Papi loves the taste of your milk

Ven aqui - come here 

Mi traje se queda puesto - my suit stays on 

Joder, nena - fuck babe 

Voy a follar esas tetas tan duro - I’m going to fuck these tits so hard 

Qué estas esperando por, Papi - What are you waiting for? 

¿Quieres una ducha? - you want a shower? 

Si Papi. Gracias - Yes thanks. 

con mi bigote. Se siente bien, ¿no? - with my mustache. It feels good doesn’t it? 

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[rottenpumpkin13]

Drunk Sephiroth

@snowbanshee Asked: So it's Christmas party, loud and decadent, already bringing out the worst in some of the attendees. The pink coloured drink in a festive bowl seemed to be quite an attraction, people flocking from every corner of the spacious, generously decorated hall to have their fill.

He didn't know better. Maybe his senses failed him, lulled by the sweet scents of berries. Maybe he simply had nothing to compare it to.

So for the first time in his lifetime, and very much against his will, the Silver Demon of Wutai, the legendary war machine found himself in a remote corner of the buzzing hall, his cheeks pink, his gaze unfocused, and his thoughts a mess. That punch... was an alcoholic drink?

• Sephiroth walks back and proceeds to lift the punch bowl and then drain it like it's a glass of water and he has been thirsty for three lifetimes.

• People look on in horror as he becomes soaked in the drink. Sephiroth gives no fucks. This pink stuff is delightful.

• He slams the punch bowl down and unintentionally shatters it. Then he stumbles off to go find Genesis and Angeal.

• Having witnessed the whole ordeal, Reno grabs a bottle of rum from the table and rushes after him. He taps Sephiroth on the shoulder.

Reno: Yo! Take this!

• Sephiroth barely registers who's he's talking to. He grabs the bottle, pops it open, then downs it in one go before handing it back to the Turk.

Sephiroth: Thanks.

• He leaves.

Rude: Why would you do that?

Reno: This party's boring. That'll be sure to spice things up!

• Sephiroth, dizzy as shit, manges to find them and immediately dangles from Genesis's shoulder.

Sephiroth: Hey Genesisssss

Genesis: *sniff sniff* GODDESS MINERVA AND MOTHER GAIA THIS MAN'S BREATH CAN INCINERATE A VILLAGE.

Angeal: Sephiroth! did you drink?

Sephiroth: Oh, I c o n s u m e d.

• He loses balance and falls on top of Angeal and Genesis.

Angeal: Okay buddy, we need to get you home.

Genesis: No, we need to get him water.

Angeal: Good thinking. You go do that.

• Genesis leaves in pursuit of anything non-alcoholic.

Sephiroth: Fuck.

Angeal: WOAH.

Sephiroth: Fuck bitches get money.

Angeal: Sephiroth.

• Sephiroth leans in really close, grabs Angeal by the collar and whispers: Ass.

• Genesis bounces back to them. He shoves a tall glass of a clear liquid in Sephiroth's hand.

Genesis: Here, drink up.

• Sephiroth drowns the contents of the glass in one go, then gives the glass to Angeal, who wrinkles his nose and brings the glass closer to smell it.

Angeal: *sniff sniff* GENESIS!

Genesis: WHAT!?

Angeal: THIS IS VODKA!

Genesis: I PANICKED AND GRABBED THE FIRST THING I SAW.

• They turn around and Sephiroth is nowhere to be seen. Angeal starts panicking.

Genesis: Relax! It's Sephiroth. What real trouble could he possibly get into?

• The once respectable party turned into a nightclub with flashing neon lights and a clear dancefloor.

• This happened after Sephiroth lost all articles of clothing save for his pants and proceeded to give (drunk) Rufus ShinRa a lap dance.

• All hell broke loose after that.

• No one knows where the pole came from.

• No one knew Director Lazard knew how to work the pole either but the night is full of surprises.

• Genesis is having people do body shots off him.

• Angeal lost his composure after someone brought out barrels filled with alcohol and Banora Whites so people could so apple bobbing.

• Reeve coordinated a drunk human pyramid and Sephiroth was at the top. Hojo appeared to try and grab Sephiroth to preserve his creation's dignity. He backflipped off the top and landed on top of Hojo.

• Turks vs. SOLDIER drinking match. Genesis and Reno got into a who's the better redhead fight. Lots of trash talk. Cissnei and Elena put eyeliner and Glitter on Sephiroth.

• Sephiroth interrupted Genesis's time on the pole to show him how it's done. He may or may not have performed to Lovegame by Lady Gaga.

• And then He blacks out.

• Every department has hungover zombies roaming it's halls.

• The SOLDIER floor in particular is straight out of The Walking Dead. Zack wished Director Lazard good morning and got an supernatural moan in response.

• Meanwhile Sephiroth is chipper as he strides into the conference room with a coffee cup in hand.

• Angeal and Genesis look up from their fetal positions.

Genesis: What...what in the goddess's name. You're not hungover?

Sephiroth: I was never drunk to begin with.

Angeal & Genesis: HUH!?

Sephiroth: It's a quirk I have from the way I developed. Alcohol doesn't work for me like it does for average SOLDIERs.

Angeal: THEN WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?

Sephiroth: Oh, I was bored.

Angeal:

Genesis:

[crackedpumpkin]

HI HI HI HI!!!

I HAVE MY REQUEST FOR YOU :D

could you write beastboy or robin having the moments of gaining his crush and then the “oh. oh.” moment.

maybe with yn being obvious but theyre just SO oblivious to it?

GO WILD WITH IT DUDE :)

HAVE FUN!

<3

Hello hello lovely! Thank you so much for this ask, I've been wanting to write for Teen Titans since forever tbh ahaha, thanks for the opportunity~ I really hope you like this!

I decided to go with Robin for now, but who knows, a beast boy version might come up sometime in the future ;)

“You smell nice.”

Your compliment sends Robin reeling. He gives you an odd look, running a gloved hand through his hair self-consciously. Did he smell nice? He had changed his shampoo recently, he supposed.

Why was he so concerned about what you thought?

He frowns and dismisses it with a shake of his head, heading back into his room to do further research on the man (or creature, you didn’t know which) that called themselves Slade. You sigh from the large couch you sat on in the living room, slumping against a cushion Cyborg provides for you.

“Look Y/n, you should just come out and say it at this point. Nothing’s getting through that birdbrain of his.” Cyborg advises before yelping, smashing buttons on his controller to prevent Beast Boy from winning.

The green shapeshifter was in a panic, gritting his teeth and trying his best to beat Cyborg in the game they were currently playing. Unfortunately, it results in a loss for Beast Boy and he transforms into a green dog, barking at Cyborg.

You grab the cushion you were slumped on and throw it at Beast Boy who narrowly dodges it with a screech, reverting into his human form and landing on the ground with a groan.

“I’ve tried,” You complain, your attention back on Cyborg who’s starting up another game, “And I’ve made it so obvious for him too. I’m constantly complimenting him, and I even made that huge dinner that one time, remember?” You grouch, crossing your arms across your chest with a grimace at the memory.

It was the day the Titans had managed to subdue Warp, and they had come back to the tower with oddly cheerful smiles and eager to celebrate Blorthog, the festival of friendship. They had entered their living room, surprised to see you already there and cooking up some homemade tacos. You had even set aside a special filling composed primarily of tofu and other spices, in consideration of Beast Boy’s diet.

Cyborg’s eyes practically turned into hearts once he saw the tacos, sniffing the air hungrily as his stomach growled. Raven nodded to you gratefully, while Starfire swept you up into a hug as you scrambled to catch the spatula that fell from your hand. Robin had swiftly moved to catch it just in time, handing it back to you with a gentle smile.

Starfire quickly releases you with a squeal, humming as she moves away to grab a plate. You wheeze, catching your breath when she sets you down. Sometimes the alien girl tended to forget she was several times stronger than you and could easily crush you with a simple hug.

Robin waits patiently for you, and you take the spatula from him with a quick "Thank you". 

“No problem,” He had replied, “it’s been a crazy day, and I’m glad we could’ve come home to a home-cooked meal.” 

You had raised a questioning brow at this, and Robin guides you to the couch where you sit down and he fills you in, having handed over your apron and spatula to Beast Boy who was very particular about how his tofu was cooked.

That night, you celebrated Blorthog with the Titans, remaining beside Robin the entire time. When it was time for you to head to bed, Starfire walks you to her room and sets you down, her eyes shining with an all-knowing glint.

“What’s going on?” You complain, alternating between rubbing your shoulders and arms with a wince, the muscles aching from how much you had exerted them that day with all the prep work and chopping, not to mention shopping for ingredients.

“Friend Y/n, why do you not confess to Robin?” 

“I’m sorry?” You stare blankly at Starfire who looks just as confused at your response. “What’re you talking about?” 

“It is obvious,” she teases you with a grin, the both of you laying down on her bed. She turns to face you and you do the same, your nose creasing in scepticism. “You like him, do you not?”

You sit back up abruptly, heat creeping up your neck and into your cheeks. You stammer, at a complete loss for words. “N-no I don’t!”

Starfire hums, looking up at the ceiling. “Do you really think so, Friend Y/n?” 

You lay back down with flushed cheeks, laying on your back with your hands on your stomach. 

Did you like him?

Starfire’s casual question had shaken you to your core, much more than you had expected.

Well, he was good-looking, you muse; toned, too. His hair was one of your favourite things about him. It was raven black, and somehow still incredibly soft and fluffy despite all the wax he put in it regularly. You had a chance to feel it when he had dozed off in the living room, his head landing on your shoulder.

You suppress a giggle at the memory. He was incredibly mindful too and cared for all his friends, especially the Titans. He always made sure Beast Boy had spare tofu in the fridge, and that Cyborg had all the equipment and tools he needed. He constantly checked on Raven and made time to introduce Starfire to Earth’s technologies and slang. 

And with you…well, your smile fades when you realise how much you’ve been enjoying your gym workouts with him, and the recent self-defence lesson you had started to take from him. Not only that, but he was the first to reach out to you after a horrible discovery about your best friend for three years, stabbing you in the back.

You didn’t know where you’d be without him, honestly. Sure, it was Beast Boy who had introduced you to his friends, but it was Robin who caught your eye the first time you met them, and it was him whom you liked to spend the most time with.

You liked to think you knew him like the back of your hand. Maybe you did, judging from how every time any of the team fought with him, they’d always send you to talk to Robin first.

You close your eyes, picturing his warm smile. 

You liked it.

You tried to imagine what it’d be like if you two had a massive fight. You start to frown, your brows furrowing.

You hated that thought.

Next, you tried to imagine him with someone else. Someone whom he had a special smile for, someone that brightened up his day with just their presence alone. Someone whom he was in love with.

Someone who wasn’t you.

Your eyes fly open, surprised at how nauseous you felt at the thought. Beads of sweat had formed on your forehead and you used your wrist to wipe them off, coming to the groundbreaking realisation that you liked Robin.

Now, you stood outside your door, heading to the kitchen for a glass of water. After Cyborg’s gaming session with Beast Boy, you had all gone out for dinner where you dropped hint after hint, almost getting frustrated by his obliviousness.

Raven had just looked at you with pity.

Starfire had insisted you sleep over after dinner, and after a quick phone call to your parents, you spent yet another night in the tower.

“You’re up too?” You’re surprised to see the very boy you’ve been pining over for weeks, standing in the kitchen with his glass of water. He grabs an empty glass, setting down his own and filling it up with water from a jug. He hands it to you and you accept it gratefully, taking a sip and following him to the glass windows that stretched from the ceiling to the floor.

“Sometimes looking at the city from here, reminds me why I’m doing this.” He suddenly speaks softly, almost as if he was confiding in you.

A moment of comfortable silence passes between you two, and you take another sip of water before parting your lips to speak.

“I think it’s honourable. The fact that you’re doing this with your life on the line all the time is scary, but you don’t ever hesitate. It’s admirable.” 

“Thanks.” He grins at your encouraging words before realising his hair wasn't in its usual hairstyle. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to subtly style it somewhat. You turn and face him.

Did you dare?

You hesitate before gesturing for him to hold your cup. He obliges, bending down with confusion on his face when you beckon for him to come closer. You subconsciously hold your breath, starting to run your hands through his hair gently. You comb out every lock and tangle delicately, restoring his hair to its natural state without the hair wax he always had in.

You notice the redness that painted the tips of his ears and you grin, gnawing your bottom lip with a mischievous glint in your eyes. 

Maybe there was hope for you after all.

You take a step back, making sure that your eyes meet and give him a soft smile. “You should keep your hair down more often. I like it.”

You hear the hitch of his breath, and he ducks his head away, handing you your glass still half-full with water. You watch in amusement as his cheeks flush a baby pink.

Robin’s not sure how to deal with the sudden compliment, not having received many of those of that nature. 

Surely it wasn’t…was it?

“Are you flirting with me?”

“You finally noticed?”

You did it. No going back now. You look down at your fingers that gripped your glass tightly as if your life depended on it. Your mouth was suddenly dry.

He was taking too long to respond.

You gulp down the rest of your water down hurriedly, rushing to set it down in the basin and giving Robin a hurried ‘goodnight’ before practically sprinting down the hallway back to Starfire’s room.

Robin’s left in the living room, the dim city lights illuminating the spot where you stood in front of him just before. He stares at it dumbly, still processing your words.

You were flirting with him?

You were flirting with him.

He leans against the glass window, deep in thought and rethinking every single remark you had ever said to him, and every action you did. His eyes linger on the space where you stood moments before.

The constant compliments. When you notice he changed something subtle in his routine. The small things you did for him, like buying him a refill for his hair wax before he even realised he needed a restock, or mending a torn cape in your spare time.

But that could only mean…

Did you like him?

Did he like you?

He blinks, startled at the sudden thought. Sure, you were a great friend, and someone he enjoyed talking to. You were always there for him when he was frustrated or when he was down, and you talked him through many conflicts with his team. 

He thinks back to just moments before when you had asked him to hold your cup for you. At that moment, he couldn’t help but notice the small flecks of soft yellow that reflected in your eyes from the city lights. He was enraptured as if your eyes held the entire galaxy in them; and when you asked him to come closer, he was all too happy to oblige.

When you combed out the tangles in his hair, he almost let out a blissful sigh at how nice it felt as your fingers threaded through his thick locks. He had wanted to lean his head on your shoulder, but he forced himself to focus on the glass in his hand instead.

Then you admitted to flirting with him.

Sure, he was taken aback, but his heart started to race in his chest, making him both breathless and speechless. 

After all, he wasn’t sure how to respond. But strangely enough, he felt neither embarrassment nor dislike at the admittance. Instead, he felt almost…glad.

But he didn’t like you in that way, did he?

Oh.

OH.

[male-reader-haven]

❄.·˙「The Feeling's Mutual」˙·.❄

Christmas Week day 4

Y/N needs to learn to knock.🤦‍♂️

First Hobi fic also, but I have many plans for him, being my ult!! Enjoy >:)

Tags: Jung Hoseok x male reader, smut

Warnings: 18+, being walked in on, voyeurism and shared masturbation

"Hey Hobi!" You open the door to Hoseok, your best friend's room. You swear he jumps a foot off the ground shrieking.

"Y/N! Don't scare me like that!" Despite his scolding he laughs. Hoseok always knows how to laugh and create a bright mood in the room. It's part of why you love him. Plus, he is used to you usually barging into his room without warning.

"Heheh, sorry. I just had to come get you. I want to host the christmas party next week and need to talk to you about it." You and Hoseok share a generally large apartment and the other members come over often, making it the mutual home base for everyone.

"Okay, I was hoping we would do something. Not much planning to be done if it's just going to be the eight of us though." He laughs. "We already know the drill."

"True, but I want to make it interesting! We do the same things every year, we need to spice it up a bit this time." You sit down on his bed while he sits down on his swivel chair. Suddenly, the both of you look at each other with bright eyes and a shared braincell.

"Drinking games!"

---Christmas Eve---

"All right guys, it's time to liven the mood a bit." You stand up and gather the attention of the seven guys all dressed in various festive attire. The chattering and laughing dies down as their interest is piqued.

"We went all out this year." You pull out the bottles of tequila blanco from behind your back.

"Yess, shots!" Taehyung grins and claps.

"Not just any shots, my friends, but along with a twist. We are going to play a game called 'drink or death.'"

"That is NOT what you called it when you explained it to me." Hobi sits down at the table, giggling.

"I like it! Sounds daring. How do we play?" Jungkook pipes up from his end of the table.

"Basically it's like truth or dare, except if you don't want to tell the truth or do the dare that someone told you to do, you can take a shot." You explain.

"Ah, okay, I get it. So we either inevitably humiliate ourselves or get blackout drunk." Namjoon reiterates.

"How do we decide who asks who and how turns work?" Yoongi asks.

"We can let the maknae go first. You can ask whoever you want, you just can't have the same person involved in a question twice in a row. Jungkook, you ask somebody!" You point at the youngest at the end of the table.

"Jin hyung! I dare you to go and get me a snack from the kitchen." Jungkook grins. Jin groans and rolls his eyes exaggeratedly.

"Ah, this is how you treat your hyung, eh? With my old aching bones, you make me go through so much?" He gets up and retrieves JK a very raw potato.

"Hyung, I can't eat this!?"

"You should have been more specific then."

The boys all laugh, Hobi slaps the table and any nearby shoulder as usual.

As turns go by and the night gets darker, the christmas party is going well and everyone has at least 2 shots in their system. Jimin speaks up, asking Yoongi.

"Yoongi hyung, tell me that you love me." The table erupts in laughter as Yoongi doesn't hesitate to pour himself a shot. "Ah hyung, you can even text it to me, I'll be happy with anything!"

"Zero hesitation, did you see that?" Hobi is dying of laughter.

"Ok, my turn." Yoongi sighs after taking his shot. "Y/N, you have to do a lap dance for someone of your choice."

"Bet. Hurry and choose a song. Hobi, come here." You pull a chair out from the table and beckon for him to sit. He looks surprised.

"M-me?" He stammers.

"Come on let's choose a song." The maknae line crowds over Yoongi's shoulder as they decide on a song. Across from them Jin tries talking to Namjoon, who you are pretty sure is fast asleep, face down on the table.

"I'm no pussy. This is going to be a lap dance you can't get anywhere else. ARMY would kill for this Hobi, you're lucky." You smile and wink at him. Hobi's face is red, but you're pretty sure it's just from the alcohol. As the music starts to play from Yoongi's phone, you get to work, unbuttoning your shirt just enough so that it's scandalously fluttering with your movements. You sway your hips and drag your hands across yourself seductively, then turn to Hobi, who is staring at you wide-eyed. You put a hand on the back of his chair and hover above him, lifting his head to look at you while you grind over him, making sure to shoot smug glances behind you at the other members, who are both laughing and cheering you on. The music stops and you take a bow, resulting in claps and laughter from the others.

"Wow, our Y/N is something else." Jin shkes his head in feign disappointment. "See, even Namjoon is disappointed." He gestures toward a snoring Namjoon.

"Who you gonna ask next Y/N?" Jimin asks.

"Ah, right! Hobi, might as well." You turn to talk to Hoseok, but find he is rushing out of the room.

"I uh, actually have to go do aomething. I'll be back." He doesn't meet your gaze.

"Oh, okay. Go ahead." You watch him hustle away, slightly confused. "Taehyung, take my turn, I'm gonna go check up on him."

As you walk down the hallway to Hoseok's room, your mind races. What if you upset him? Maybe you went a little too far with the stupid dare. Did he even ever agree to it? You shake your head and open his door.

"Hobi, I-" You stop in shock. He is sat on his bed, face flushed and head back, pants unzipped and a hand around his cock. Upon you opening the door, his head whips to you and his eyes go wide in panic.

"Y/N!"

You immediately slam the door and turn your back. "Oh god, Hobi i'm so sorry. I should have knocked." You hear rustling and quick movements from inside.

"No its fine. Hang on, please don't leave, I can explain-" You listen to Hobi's panicked voice and suddenly it clicks for you. Your lap dance earlier...

"Hoseok... can I come in now?"

"Uh, y-yeah..."

You open the door slowly and see Hoseok sitting in his swivel chair, face buried in his arms on his desk in embarrassment.

"Listen, I just, this is definitely not how I wanted you to find out..." Despite his face being hidden, you can tell he is red. "But I like you Y/N. A lot. You're adorable and so much fun to be around and you lift me up everyday, your perfect smile and eyes and body, I just couldn't handle it..." He sighs sadly. "I'm sorry. I hope I didn't ruin your christmas eve with this..."

"Hobi, look at me." You pull up another chair in front of him. Hoseok peeks out from under his arms. "It's okay, because I feel the same."

"I- huh?" He sits up and cocks his head.

"Ever since we moved in together. I can't believe I never noticed you felt the same. I mean, I noticed some things, but I thought it was just wishful thinking."

Hoseok's eyes light up, his mouth slightly agape. "I didn't think you liked guys."

"Me? A straight man? How dare you." You smile and feign offense. Suddenly he moves forward in his chair and holds you in a tight hug.

"I'm so happy..." He melts into you. You hug him back. You get that giddy feeling in your chest just like in middle school when you have a crush. Hoseok breaks away from the hug, only to lean forward again, this time planting his lips on yours. You reciprocate, closing your eyes and putting a hand on his thigh. You both get into the kiss, deepening it and exploring each other's mouths, breathing heavily in between. You break for a moment to breathe.

"Here, let me help you finish." You look up devilishly into Hoseok's eyes as they watch your hand reach down and touch his erection behind his pants, still sloppy and half-zipped from earlier. Almost instinctively, Hoseok's hand moves too, towards your own growing problem. You both undo each other's pants and pull down your shorts. You are sitting across from each other in different chairs, erections exposed and eyes locked on each other.

"Y/N, can jack you off? Please?" You nod as Hoseok's long, beautiful figers wrap around you.

"Together..." You whisper, wrapping your own fingers around Hoseok's cock. You lean forward again, passionately making out with Hoseok as you both work at getting each other off. Your moans and kisses filling the room with obscene noises as the sound of your mutual masturbation only turns you on more.

"F-fuck, this is so hot Y/N, sunshine..." Hoseok's voice is deeper than usual, putting your stomach in knots.

"Awe, Sunshine, that's a new one... hnnnn..." You smile as you pant and put your free hand to Hoseok's face as you continue to kiss. Hoseok's free hand finds a spot in your hair, tightly gripping a lock and making you moan into his mouth. Your kisses become sloppier and more hurried as you can feel his hands working you closer to orgasm. "Hobi, you're so good at this, hng, youre gonna make me come, ahh..."

Hoseok's face has a dazed, pleasured expression as he looks down into your eyes from slightly leaning back. "Shit, do you touch yourself just like this baby? Just like how you're touching me? Show me, show me what you look like when you come."

Hoseok's words set your heart on fine and you feel a pit of pleasure slowly rise. The feeling of his hand touching you and the thought of your roommate getting you off only helps bring you to the brink.

"AH, fuck, coming! Hngh!" Your voice cracks and you whimper as your cock twitches and you come into Hoseok's hand.

"That's it sunshine, fuck, holy shit!" Despite your orgasm, you continue to pump Hoseok until he squints his eyes and throws his head back, stifling a moan.

"Hn, ahha-" Hoseok orgasms not long after, his release shooting on your hand and a bit on your shirt. The both of you sit there, chests heaving and eyes locked on each other.

"Holy fuck." You breathe.

"Yeah." A smile creeps onto Hoseok's face as he looks at you.

"We should probably change and clean up before our guests wreck our place." You laugh and point to your shirts, both messy with each other's come.

"Yeah, they are definitely going to notice." Hobi smirks and lifts his shirt over his head.

"Frankly, I don't care." You reach for his face and plant a cute, tender kiss on his lips while his arms are still in the air, stuck in his shirt. You can feel his grin while you kiss him.

"Me either." He takes off his shirt and stands up, holding out his hand to help you up and lead you to the bathroom. "You really need to learn to knock!" He jokes, a face full of smiles.

You can't help but laugh at his adorable personality in contrast to his seductiveness earlier. It's going to be a fantastic year.

Send me suggestions on what to write next! ~ <3

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[practically-an-x-man]

more angsty prompts #1 or 12 for Jasper or Eris? :)

Ooooh thank you!! I think I'll go with 12 for Eris (I've already written something similar to 1 for Eris, and these two don't really fit Jasper's timeline the way I have it in my head)

12. realizing they can never return home

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Word Count: 433 Tags: Loneliness, homesickness, gen fic, OC-focused

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Four hundred and nineteen years.

That was how long it took them to feel homesick. The first time, at least.

That was how long it took him to survey the world, to take in everything it had to offer, to bounce between wars and enjoy the innovation of technology as it presented itself.

That was how long it took her to cool off from all the injustices Themyscira and its people had put her through. Perhaps the anger alone had softened much earlier - there was no real point in grudges, particularly when he imagined he'd never see their faces again - but it was four centuries before the thought of returning even crossed his mind.

But then she sat alone in a tavern, with her bowl of strangely-flavored perpetual stew and her goblet of watered-down wine, and she wished for a home-cooked meal. She drank from her cup and wished for a night of reverie like the ones she remembered from years past. Even undiluted wine would not affect them. It had been centuries since they'd last been properly drunk.

And as much as he told himself he didn't mind the atrocities he bore... sometimes he wished he could blur those memories for a night or two. It had been four hundred and nineteen years since he'd left Themyscira - four hundred and nineteen years since his thoughts had been at peace.

From there, the homesickness came in uncertain tides. Sometimes they'd go years- centuries, even - without the slightest flicker of it, and they were content with their life. Other times it hit them out of the blue, without warning, like an arrow to the heart.

Once, she spent four whole months without leaving the room of her inn, and only left when the owners called the local debt collectors on her for refusing to pay her dues. Oh, she paid those dues. Quickly and mercilessly. It was not the money that drove her from that town, but the shame.

Once, she commandeered a schooner and attempted to sail off the end of the world. But Themyscira did not want him. She had not wanted him in many, many years.

They would never again be tucked into bed, and listen to their mother tell stories of the oldest gods and bravest heroes. They would never again hear the rallying cries of his sister-warriors, chanting in a language too old for human ears. He would never again witness their dances, their festivals, taste their spiced bread and rich cider.

This world was not the same. It would never be the same.

He could never return home.

[julietthereaper]

A Not-So-Hollow Christmas

~ A PrinceFox fanfic ~

Author’s Note -

prompt I seen from @jackstheprinceofhearts ! their account is amazing, especially if you are in some desperate need for broken heart content. thank you for posting your wonderful prompt! It was too cute for me to pass up

this IS my first post on tumblr, although this fic will also be posted to my ouabh collection on wattpad (my handle is jennacanread if ur interested!). I haven’t read tbona since the release date so I hope no one’s too out of character?

(obviously) spoilers for tbona | minor uses of swearing | set during the Hollow chapters and briefly after the end of tbona | not canon compliant

Summary -

After discovering Jacks isn’t the biggest fan of Christmas, Evangeline plots to turn him into a festive softy, even if it means making a few extra deals with a Fate.

Evangeline always had a sixth sense, just like how bells did. Although her sixth sense wasn't nearly as helpful as it was for bells. She could sense it when she woke up that morning it was time to start celebrating her favourite holiday of the year.

Christmas.

She squealed giddily as she launched herself out of bed, choosing a pretty Christmas-red dress to get festive, her pink hair blending nicely with the red silk. Evangeline slipped on some gold jewellery to spice it up before heading to the main area in the Hollow.

When Evangeline passed by the dining room, Jacks was already sitting at the table, sipping on a mug of spiced cider. He arched an amused eyebrow at her. "What's got you grinning like a fox?"

Evangeline snickered lightly at his wordplay. "It's Christmas season!"

Jacks amused expression fell. "Oh, of course you're one of those people."

"You don't like Christmas?"

He set his mug down on the table. "It's all awful singing, terrible gifts that no one wants, and distasteful decorations."

Despite Jacks's bahumbug attitude towards the holidays, it did not dampen her mood. In fact, all that rang through her mind was challenge accepted.

Evangeline was going to make Jacks enjoy Christmas, no matter what it took.

She took hold of his cold wrist, tugging him up. "We need a tree."

"We already have some outside."

"A Christmas tree, Jacks. We need to go hunting for a Christmas tree. A big one, to fit in the main room."

"Absolutely not."

Jacks was, unsurprisingly, being difficult. Evangeline had planned for this. "Alright, Prince of Hearts. I'd like to make another deal."

"You haven't even completed your first one." Although his tone was low, his mouth stretched into a grin.

"Think of this like a side quest. What do you want in exchange for a Christmas tree?"

He hooked a finger under her chin, tilting her head back slightly. Her heart picked up in speed. "Another night."

Evangeline's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. But before she could ask, he continued.

"Another night of you being mine."

Evangeline could have sworn her heart was going to explode from her chest.

Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea-

Evangeline hushed that voice in her head. She held out her hand. "Deal."

Jacks shook it. "Haven't you heard the warnings about making more than one deal with a Fate, Little Fox?"

"I'm choosing to ignore those warnings in favour of Christmas spirit."

Jacks bent his head to nibble the shell of her ear. "Bad choice."

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It was the first time, Evangeline had realized, that she had been a distance from the Hollow since she arrived. They needed to find a Christmas tree farm so they could find the perfect tree.

Evangeline noted how rigid Jacks was beside her, his jaw was set, shoulders tight, and his gaze kept flicking towards her. Was there danger somewhere? Had she said something wrong since they left the Hollow?

Evangeline bumped him with her shoulder. "Why are you so tense?"

Jacks' eyes narrowed at her, blue eyes searching hers analytically. "Do you feel any different?"

"About what?"

His eyes fleeted to the sky a moment as they walked. "In general. Do you want to run away from me, Little Fox?"

Jacks was acting strange, and she didn't understand why. She tried to ease him with a joke. "Not anymore than usual."

He exhaled, breath visible in the chilled air around them. Jacks' lips formed a smile. His shoulders relaxed and his steps came more natural than soldier-reporting-for-duty.

Evangeline liked him a lot when he was happy. She tried not to. Tried telling herself that he was a Fate and it was such a bad idea.

Instead, she grabbed his hand.

Her mouth went dry and her head emptied as she realized what she had done, the only thing she could think about was his hand in hers.

Jacks removed his hand from hers quickly. "What are you doing?"

      His words sent her mind in a panic. Despite the snow falling and how cold it was, hot embarrassment fled to her cheeks, face aflame. "I was just... forget about it."

      Evangeline gnawed on her cheek, keeping her eyes ahead and refusing to look his way.

       That was when rough fingers fiddled with her hand until both of their fingers were intertwined.

       She looked up at Jacks. His eyes softened as he caught her gaze from the corner of his eye.

        Her lips parted into a wide smile that Evangeline couldn't contain. Jacks was holding her hand. There was something so intimate about the action, it shushed all of the warning voices in her head. His palm pressed to hers warmly, their arms lightly swinging in unison.

      Evangeline looked up from their hands to see Miller's Tree Farm.

        "We're here!" Evangeline exclaimed excitedly, pointing at the sign with the hand that wasn't holding Jacks'.

       "Alright, go pick one out." Jacks nodded towards the trees.

       "You have to help, too. It's part of our deal."

       He groaned as Evangeline tugged him forward.

       "Come on, you stubborn prince!" She laughed, using her strength to drag him.

       "Only because I never fail to uphold my ends of deals."

       Evangeline secretly hoped that he actually wanted to pick out a tree with her.

      "We have to find the perfect one, Jacks. It can't be any old tree. It has to be the tree."

      "Are you even hearing yourself right now?"

      "You'll know it when you feel it."

      Reluctantly, Jacks trailed beside her, hands still attached as they walked through the farm. Evangeline spotted a pretty tree around the corner. She dropped his hand to dash towards it.

      Evangeline heard him mutter Dead Saints, Little Fox, under his breath. She inspected the tree when she reached it, pine needles lightly prickling her hands as they moved along it.

      A mischievous thought popped up in her head when she realized it wasn't the right tree. She bent down to scoop up some snow in her hand before Jacks reached her. She stood up abruptly, hiding the snow behind her back.

      "What's wrong with this one?" Jacks looked it up and down.

       "It's too tall. But that one over there..."

       When Jacks turned his back to find the tree she nodded towards, Evangeline lanced the snowball at his fur doublet.

       Jacks' body went still. He slowly turned around, lips parted as an offended demeanour took over his face. He tilted his head at her as Evangeline brought a cold hand up to her face, trying to stifle her giggles. She failed.

      "You better run, pet."

       A deep belly laugh emerged from her mouth as her feet sunk in the snow quickly. It slowed her down, but it didn't stop her from rushing away from him. She dodged trees, weaving in and out of them as she tried to escape Jacks.

      The ice cold hit her back before the hard thump did. Evangeline squealed, her hand reaching at her back, freezing nipping at her hands. Melted snow slowly seeped through her cape as she turned around to see Jacks smirking proudly.

      She quickly formed a snowball in her hands, whipping it at Jacks swiftly. He dodged it with ease before stalking towards her, already hitting her again with another snowball.

     "No, no, no!" Evangeline eventually found a tree to hide behind, gathering her breath. She made another snow ball, waiting for Jacks to come from where he last seen her. But he wasn't in sight.

     Her heart pounded in her ears as her eyes darted around the farm. A flash of blond hair emerged and Evangeline ran towards him. She threw the snowball at his side, but the moment it hit him Jacks tossed one at her in exchange, landing in the middle of her chest.

      Jacks chuckled deeply, she imagined from how quickly her mouth drooped down.

      "I wasn't even ahead of you for five seconds," Evangeline whined, walking towards him in defeat.

     "Say it, Little Fox. I win."

     She sighed. "You..."

      Evangeline smooshed snow into his blonde hair. Jacks' mouth formed an o shape as his eyes squeezed shut, melted snow running down the back of his neck.

     "...Are tied with me," Evangeline finished, flaunting a pearly grin in his face.

     Jacks pulled her in by her waist, Evangeline's heart skipping a beat. "Trust me, pet, there will be another round, and you will lose sourly." One of his hands drifted to her rose gold hair, tangling it in his hand before tilting her head back. “And you’ll be sorry you pulled that stunt with the snow in my hair.”

     His fingers massaged her scalp briefly, a challenge lit up in his eyes. Just as Evangeline began to respond, she peered up at the tree they were standing in front of. "This one, Jacks. It's perfect for the Hollow!"

      He shifted his head to examine it. "You like this one?"

     "It's the right size, it's branches are in lovely condition, and it has a nice memory tied to it."

      "Then this is the one we'll get."

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     After Jacks used his magic to persuade the owner to ship the tree over to the Hollow for free, Evangeline attempted to persuade Jacks to get decorations for the tree.

     "It's not a Christmas tree without ornaments, it's just a pine tree. You agreed to getting a Christmas tree."

     "I taught you too well," Jacks grumbled, shoulders brushing as they walked into the town square.

      Little sparks ignited everywhere Jacks touched her accidentally.

      Evangeline beamed in success. "Enjoying Christmas yet?"

     "No, still hate it.”

      Town square was decked out in every inch with Christmas decor. Lights glowed everywhere, trees, pine or not, were littered with all different sorts of ornaments, tinsel was strung everywhere, and a small band was playing Christmas tunes beneath a street lantern.

      Evangeline took it all in, joy filling her up from head to toe.

      "The North takes Christmas pretty serious."

      She twirled around, delighting in the festivity. "You're from here. What has Christmas ever done to you to make you such a scrooge?"

     Jacks shook his head. "Why do you like it so much?"

     "Stop deflecting the question."

      "I'm not. I'm giving you the answer."

     Evangeline worried her bottom lip between her teeth as they neared a shop selling decorations. "It gives everyone a reason to be merry. You get to spend time with your family, give and get gifts, amazing food, silly carols, funny, romantic kisses under the mistletoe..."

     Evangeline realized why Jacks did not like Christmas.

      "By all means, Little Fox, keep going. I just love those funny, deadly kisses underneath the mistletoe. It's a romantic experience as women drop dead in front of me." He gave her a wicked twist of his mouth, as if he enjoyed killing women, as if it truly didn't affect him. Jacks didn't even touch on the matter of family.

      But Evangeline noticed his eyes. Her father used to tell her how you found people's truths; in their eyes. She seen the forced smile in them, the hurt hidden behind it.

      "Jacks-"

      "We're at your ornament shop."

      Evangeline exhaled deeply, kicking the snow off her boots on the steps of the store before entering. Jacks did not have the same care about trekking snow in the store.

     "Pick out some ornaments for the tree," Evangeline urged him, searching for pretty ones too.

     "That wasn't part of our deal." Jacks side eyed her.

      She turned so that she was directly facing him. "Please, Jacks."

       He stared at her intently, but she did not break his gaze.

      "I'll make you cookies," Evangeline offered brightly.

      Jacks looked away, groaning. "For Fates' sake."

      She clapped, knowing he gave in to her. "Pick out some pretty ones!"

      As he walked away from her and to a different part of the store, he tossed his head over his shoulder. "They better be good cookies."

      There was an extra pep in Evangeline's step as she walked around the shop, finding some lovely green and red ornaments. She stuffed the box underneath her arm and continued her search.

      Fake icicles caught her eye, and Evangeline was entranced by them. They glittered when light hit them at the right angle, reflecting little rainbows. She tucked those under her arm too.

      After getting a basket and finding a few other ornaments, including a star topper, Jacks returned to her.

      He only said one word. "These."

       Evangeline peeked inside the box, eyes widening at his choice of blue and pink ornaments. There were even little foxes painted on some of them.

      "Aw, these are adorable!"

      Jacks glared at her. "Call them adorable one more time. I dare you."

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     After popping cookies into the oven at the Hollow,  Evangeline spent the rest of her evening decorating the Christmas tree. The minute she tried to convince Jacks to help her, he scoffed not this time, Little Fox, and strutted away.

      Although he was hiding it well, Evangeline knew Jacks was starting to warm up to Christmas. Even if it was just the smallest hints of it, it was still something. But her challenge wouldn't be completed until Jacks truly enjoyed Christmas.

      After placing the last of the tinsel and ornaments on the tree, it was time for the star.

      Evangeline set her hands on her hips, contemplating how she would reach the top. She tried jumping, she tried dragging a chair over, but it was still just out of reach.

     "What, pray tell, are you trying to accomplish?" Jacks leaned against the door way to the main room, arms crossed as he regarded her amusedly.

      "I'm trying-" Evangeline hopped, "to reach-" she leapt, "the top!" She ran out of breath.

      She came to the realization that Jacks might put the star on top for her. He would decorate the tree with her!

      Maybe.

      "As much as I'm enjoying you bouncing all over the place, there's a much easier approach to this, Little Fox."

     "Uh huh," Evangeline raised her eyebrows challengingly. "And what's that?"

     Jacks took four large steps towards her, and when she thought he was going to take the star from her hand, he grabbed her waist gently, lifting her up and on top of his shoulders.

      Evangeline let out a gasp, heart picking up again.

      "Hurry up, your dress is in my face." Jacks' voice came out muffled.

      Her thighs were also around his neck.

      Evangeline quickly placed the star on top, breathing quickly. "I'm done!"

     He placed her back on the floor, brushing a cool finger over her cheeks. "It's so easy to make you blush."

      Evangeline poked his nose in turn, Jacks swatting her hand away. "Admit it. You're beginning to like Christmas."

      "Has this become a personal mission for you, pet?"

      A quiet ding interrupted them.

      "The cookies!" Evangeline grinned, rushing to the kitchen, slipping on a pair of oven mitts and removing them from the oven.

      She stepped back, admiring her work.

      "Christmas cookies?" Jacks' tone was flat and unamused.

      Despite how hot the cookie was, Evangeline picked one up between her fingers, ignoring the slight burn. "Ha! Look, it's Santa."

      Jacks darted his head quickly towards her and took a large bite out of the cookie she held. "Headless Santa now," he mumbled as he chewed on the sugar cookie.

      "Fiend," Evangeline retorted.

      Jacks reached for another one, but Evangeline smacked his hand. "I need to decorate them!"

      "Someone's going on the naughty list. It's not nice to hit people, Little Fox."

     "It's not nice to bite cookies out of people's hands, Jacks."

      "I'm already on the naughty list, why should I care?"

      "Shoo, unless you're going to help me decorate these."

      "I'd almost mistake you for a Fate with how many deals you're trying to make." Jacks walked away, obviously not interested in decorating.

      Evangeline sighed. She picked up the bag of icing she'd prepared earlier, piping little designs onto her first cookie. Her festive mood was beginning to dampen. Jacks really wasn't going to come around to Christmas, was he? Of course, no matter how hard she tried, she failed. He was a Fate after all. Why had she expected Jacks to look at Christmas different for her?

      One decorated cookie later, strong arms wrapped around her waist and a head leaned against her shoulder, the smell of apples and something distinctly male filled her senses. Evangeline could have melted into his touch, despite her earlier frustration.

      "I thought you didn't want to decorate. You know, since you despise Christmas."

      "Hush, Little Fox, or I might change my mind."

     Evangeline couldn't fight the smile on her face. He grabbed the icing bag, still leaning on her shoulder and reaching through her waist. Jacks tried to pipe a design, but he squeezed too hard, a bunch of icing coming out at once. He growled.

      Evangeline giggled. "Here, I'll squeeze, you keep your hands on mine, guiding the bag, okay?"

      Jacks grunted in acknowledgment, placing his hands over hers. He guided her slowly, drawing little snowflakes on the snowman shaped cookie.

      A warm feeling rose through Evangeline. "Next one."

     This time it was a tree. Jacks drew ornaments and lights, actually taking it seriously. They continued like that until all the cookies were decorated, and Evangeline couldn't have cared less that she only decorated one. She was elated that Jacks had partook in something festive without motivation. It also helped his hands were on hers and how his body fit with hers.

     He set down the piping bag, grabbing her hand and twirling Evangeline around, leaning her against the counter. "Happy?"

      "You have no idea."

      Jacks leaned in close, close enough that they were breathing the same breaths. His lips were dangerously close to hers. "Remember your part of the deal."

      Another night of you being mine.

      Evangeline hadn't a problem with it. She was already his, anyway.

      "I couldn't forget."

      Jacks laced his fingers with hers again, leading her to his room. On their way, Evangeline pulled him to a stop.

      "Mistletoe, Jacks."

      He looked up quickly at the strategically placed mistletoe above their heads. His eyes creased with worry. "Little Fox-"

      Evangeline stood on her tip-toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek, letting her lips linger on his cool skin. She hadn't known whether or not a lip-on-lip kiss would follow them outside the Hollow, and she didn't want Jacks to have to deal with that guilt, so she opted for his cheek instead. Evangeline had desperately wanted to feel his lips against hers. She wanted to have a true mistletoe experience with Jacks. But, as fate allowed, Evangeline would settle for a peck on the cheek.

      "There," Evangeline whispered as she pulled away. "Now you have a pleasant memory under the mistletoe."

      Jacks looked at her, really looked at her, with a vulnerability in his eyes that he rarely showed. His arms engulfed her and his head buried in her pink hair.

      "When we leave here for good, Little Fox, please do not forget this."

       "I'll never forget this," she mumbled into his shirt.

      He pulled away to look at her. "Mine."

      "I'm yours," Evangeline repeated as she had a few nights ago.

      Jacks scooped her up, carrying her to his bedroom, holding her close to his chest. She loved how delicately he held her, how careful he was.

When they reached his room, Jacks tugged on the hem of her dress in question.

Evangeline nodded wordlessly.

He lifted it off of her, leaving Evangeline in solely a tiny slip that didn’t leave much to the imagination. Although she was sure Jacks had seen much more of her when he bandaged her up a few nights ago. She reached for the buttons of his shirt, popping them off until the item of clothing was removed completely.

Jacks then laid her down, falling on the bed beside her.

Evangeline brushed a soft lock of blond hair from his face. "I know you hate Christmas for good reasons, Jacks. But the holidays are about spending time with people you care about. I know how good you are at hiding it, but I think deep down, you care about me, at least a little bit. So I hope I changed your mind about Christmas."

Jacks knotted his hands in her hair, bringing her head close. "I care about you a lot." He frowned. "More than I should."

Evangeline's eyes fluttered closed. "I care about you too."

"I know."

Their limbs began to tangle together as they shifted in the bed. Jacks held her as if she was about to be ripped from his grasp. Evangeline nuzzled her head in his chest, letting herself lull to sleep.

"Little Fox?"

"Mm?"

"Christmas isn't so bad."

"Jacks!" she whined against his skin.

"Fine. I like spending Christmas with you."

Jacks’ reluctant words reverberated through her head a million times. Finally. Evangeline had warmed him up to the holidays, even if it took a bit out of her. It made her cheeks hot that she knew she was the reason for his new take on Christmas.

She tilted her head up to look in his eyes. “I knew you’d come around.”

“Don’t you dare start up carolling, pet, or I will take back my previous statement. The tree in the main room will be destroyed before you wake up in the morning if you pipe up with those god awful tunes.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of annoying Jacks of the Hollow.”

His hand smoothed over her hair idly and his voice was soft from tiredness. “Good.”

Evangeline waited until his eyes fluttered shut before murmuring quietly, “Deck the halls with boughs of holly fa-la-la-la-la-”

The hand that had been in her hair moments before clamped over her mouth. “Shut up,” Jacks groaned.

She laughed behind his hand, amused by his distaste for carols. Once her giggles died down, he removed his hand and closed his eyes again.

“‘’Tis the season to be jolly-”

Jacks rolled them over so that she was underneath him, his chest over top of her mouth. Despite her voice being incredibly muffled, she still sang.

“Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.”

“Are you done yet?” Jacks moved into a plank position, uncovering her mouth.

“Maybe.”

“You are insufferable.”

Evangeline smiled brightly at him. “Will you change your mind if you found out I got you a present?”

One of his eyebrows raised. “When?”

“When you weren’t looking. It isn’t much, but it’s something.” Evangeline shifted to reach beside the bed, pulling the small box out of her dress pocket. “Merry Christmas, Jacks.”

Evangeline didn’t think she’d ever seen his features so soft. Blond eyebrows knitted together, and his eyes regarded the present with a delicacy he’d only ever used with her. He moved them so that they both sat up, hands carefully holding the box she handed him. She bit her lip in anticipation of his reaction.

“Open it!” She urged, hoping he wouldn’t hate the gift inside.

Jacks pulled the ribbon around the box until it untied, popping the lid open and peering inside. His lips curved into a smile.

“I couldn’t think of what to get you, but you’re always dressing fancy, so when I saw those golden apple cuff links, I immediately thought of you.” Evangeline watched as his finger brushed over the cuff links curiously. “Everyone deserves a Christmas present, no matter how far down they are on the naughty list.”

His eyes flashed to hers, amusement laced in his expression. Still, Jacks hadn’t said a word.

“Well? Do you like them?” Evangeline demanded, palms beginning to sweat. She hoped from the bottom of her heart he adored them. That every time he would wear them, he’d think of her. His Little Fox.

“I do.”

Jacks spoke those two words with so much gentleness, yet so much force that made Evangeline believe there were a billion other things he wanted to say.

He set his gift on his nightstand, pulling Evangeline back down into a lying position. Jacks moved his lips over her neck, sucking and biting at her skin. She let out a moan at the feeling, at how fast he could send her brain into a frenzy.

“Thank you, Little Fox.” His words tickled her neck.

She hadn’t thought him capable of the words thank you.

“I’m glad you like them,” she whispered back.

Evangeline swore to never forget how soft he was at the Hollow. With her. How his expression turned so breathtaking when he looked at his present. At her. How badly Evangeline had wished she was his true love. She finally let herself fall asleep, a deathly pair of lips on her mind as sleep claimed her.

🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄

Jacks looked up at the winter night sky sourly, wondering if the stars were laughing at him. How many times had they watched happily ever after be wretched from his hands so despicably?

This one hurt the most.

His teeth clashed together as Jacks grind his jaw, thinking of the way Evangeline had been taken from him. Jacks had briefly pondered over if things could have been different if he’d realized Donatella hadn’t meant to him what he thought she did sooner.

He’d never loved Donatella. She was never his true love. That Jacks was sure of, he felt it all the way down to his cold bones.

Evangeline. Sweet Evangeline.

Nothing had ever meant as much to him as his Little Fox did.

Jacks touched his golden apple cuff links, taking a small comfort in how the cold metal felt against his finger. He had many regrets over all of the things he never said to Evangeline. He especially wished he’d told her how much the gift meant to him. How much she meant to him.

No one had given him anything remotely close to a present in centuries. Jacks couldn’t even remember the last time someone had did something selfless for him, like giving him a present. It meant Evangeline cared about him, almost as much as he cared for her.

She hadn’t even done it in the presence of the Mirth stone. She’d been far from it when retrieving his cuff links. Evangeline had simply wanted to give him a Christmas gift.

Jacks was taken from his thoughts as the crunching of boots trekking through snow hinted at his ears. He turned towards her, hidden by the brick building beside him and the darkness it provided.

She sniffed loudly, the back of her hand coming up to wipe her nose.

“Nothing makes sense,” she cried to the sky. “Things aren’t adding up, no matter how hard I try. Every time I think I start to remember something important, it’s like I run into a wall!”

Jacks wanted to go to her, pull her close, whisper in her ear that it would be alright. How he wouldn’t let anyone hurt her. He’d torture whoever tried to lay a finger on his Little Fox.

“Apollo says he loves me, and I love him, even if I can’t remember. But… that feels like a kind of thing that the heart would remember. I just feel so alone. So empty. I don’t even know if I should trust him. He is my husband, so I should.”

Evangeline kicked the snow in frustration. “I don’t even know who I’m talking to. The stars?” She laughed humourlessly. “It just truly feels like I have no one.”

You have me, Little Fox.

Evangeline spun around. “Who said that?”

Fuck. He hadn’t meant to project his thoughts.

“Hello?”

Jacks closed his eyes, leaning into the wall so Evangeline couldn’t see him. When he first discovered she didn’t remember him, Evangeline became terrified of him. He was a fool to think Time let him off of the hook for how much pain he suffered. A bloody fool.

Jacks swore to himself he’d do whatever it took to return Evangeline’s memories to her. He would disembowel whoever had done this to her. Jacks vowed to become their worst nightmare. He would become the exact monster the stories about Fates made him out to be.

He heard Evangeline sigh. “Now I’m crazy, too.”

He felt sick for her. Jacks knew this was ultimately better than her being dead, but why couldn’t he just be happy for once? Jacks always knew Time would never have allowed them to exist, he should have never let himself hope that it might be different.

Hope. Hopeful Evangeline.

Jacks remembered when he was like her. Back before he realized he was never meant to be happy. Not for long, at least.

But he was happy with her. It was why he knew, in the end, they would never work. Curses couldn’t be deceived. They knew the truth. No matter how much one tried to hide it.

It was one week and one day from the end of Cold Season, marking it Christmas Eve. In a perfect world, he and Evangeline would be at the Hollow, curled up by the fireplace. Jacks would be kissing her breathless, and her heart would still be beating, beating fast for him. His would do the same.

He’d get her a gift that she’d squeal about, blushing furiously like the helpless romantic she was. They would both be happy together.

Instead they were here, in this awful mess.

“Evangeline, my heart, there you are!”

Jacks had felt the overwhelming urge to slash a knife through Apollo’s throat, to watch him beg and bleed mercilessly for how he was taking advantage of his Evangeline-

“Apollo! Sorry, I just… wanted to catch snowflakes on Christmas Eve.”

Apollo wrapped his arms around Evangeline’s waist, pulling her flush against him. Jacks should have walked away, saved himself from this pain. But it was as he told Evangeline before; broken hearts constructed masochists.

Apollo laughed. “How darling you are. Come inside, we’re about to sing holiday carols by the piano.”

Jacks remembered when Evangeline sang for him. She did it to annoy him, but Jacks always looked forward to her pushing his buttons. He would listen to every foul, off pitch, Christmas carol Evangeline sung if it meant that she would remember him.

Jacks had a fleeting idea.

Don’t trust him, Little Fox. He is not your friend. He is not your lover-

“That sounds lovely, Apollo.” Evangeline’s words were loud and held a warning to them.

It meant she heard him.

He just hoped she would listen.

Jacks really needed to stop hoping.

He watched as Apollo led Evangeline inside, a wet sensation trailing down his cheek as Jacks’ eyes burned.

Using the back of his palm to rub at it, his eyes quickly caught the gold flecked blood that now stained his skin. Jacks hadn’t even realized he was crying.

His breath shook as he inhaled. He closed his eyes, the image of Evangeline flashed before him. Jacks imagined her saying don’t lose hope, Jacks. Not when you just got it back.

There was nothing of equal value to him than her. He established that already. Jacks needed to get a grip of himself.

He would find Honora. She would be the best person to go to when it came to cures to curses like this. Although every time he seeked Honora’s help, it always ended miserably. Fate be damned. Desperate times called for desperate measures. Jacks would rack in his favours he built up over the years, and fuck it, Jacks was going to hope.

His fingers traced over his apple cuff links.

This Christmas would not be his and Evangeline’s last.

[evilhasnever]

here’s some fluffy xiyao drabble prompts! i hope one of them strikes your fancy ☺️

xichen meeting rusong or something to do with a sleepy rusong)

something to do with spice tolerance or a gift of unliked food (not alcohol)

one of them has never done X—the other one is surprised, and seeks to remedy this immediately

one of them finds out about an unusual/uncharacteristic hobby the other one has

modern AU: xichen loves being festive for ANY holiday, and wants to do something ayao thinks is just so, so cringe

modern AU: xiyao goes swing dancing (look up aerials for some inspiration 👀)

modern AU: xiyao goes to daiso/the dollar store

I zeroed in on swing dancing immediately 👀 (but I might come back for the other prompts later!)

Modern AU - Connection

“I’ve been thinking we should pick up a new hobby. Something we can do together.”

Jin Guangyao smiles and rubs his husband’s nape with a light hand, eyes still glued to his laptop. “We do yoga, play tabletop and play duets sometimes. Don’t we have plenty of activities we do together, ge?” 

“But they aren’t traditional couples activities,” Xichen insists, his ears pinkening, “for couples.” Ah, so that’s what it is. Married life has made Lan Xichen more inclined to show off, much to Jin Guangyao’s delight. 

“I will gladly review my husband’s proposal, please submit it by noon tomorrow,” Jin Guangyao replies in a pretend-formal tone, knowing he will say yes no matter what oddball activity Lan Xichen chooses. 

If he is to be honest with himself, he’d expected Lan Xichen to choose something sweet, creative, and slow paced. Pottery class would have been his number one guess. 

Instead, he is sweating his balls off on a dance floor, wearing what his husband enthusiastically deemed “compulsory swing dancing attire”. They got rid of the vests about ten minutes in, but the long pants are a little stuffy nonetheless.

They’re not the only gay couple in dance class, but they are probably the only first timers. His husband only smiles brilliantly and recommends he just have fun, but Jin Guangyao has already sized up the athleticism and general coordination of the other guys, and is fairly certain they can show them up from the get go. None of them has ballet training nor Lan Xichen’s preternatural comfort in his body that makes him good at just about any sport. They’ll grind them to dust by the end of the session.

Jin Guangyao is no show-off, but he enjoys being very damn good at things. Visibly, demonstrably good at things. And though he gave up ballet as a teen, years of dutiful yoga stretches were not for nothing. He’d kept up with it for the sex, to be honest, but he suspects that flexibility will be equally convenient when he has to flip a leg over Lan Xichen’s shoulder to fold himself into a scarf. As soon as they’re done with steps and stomps, anyway. 

The teacher lavishes praise on them - “Incredible connection!” - and Jin Guangyao lets himself preen a little. “We’ve been together for a while,” he says, making Lan Xichen flush and glow with pride. “We’re a well oiled machine.” 

The first challenging exercise comes in the form of aerials. They’re not quite ballet lifts, but close enough in his estimation. It’s all about landing right. 

Now, Jin Guangyao has always preferred to have his feet firmly on the ground. He’s not afraid of heights, but he likes to know where he stands at any given time. So when he and Lan Xichen run through basic throws, he is skeptical at first that he will enjoy this - though he is willing, because Lan Xichen’s absolutely glowing joy whenever he throws him in the air is palpable. 

Obviously, Jin Guangyao watched countless videos of aerials for beginners last night. He did not care for the frog jumps the teacher is intent on making them do, but the idea of wrapping his legs around Lan Xichen’s neck is an appealing one.

Lan Xichen, both sturdy and fluid, his anchor and the rubber band that propels him back and forth, moves with him with ease. It feels good to stick to him. It feels hot. 

While they take their third break of the evening, Jin Guangyao carefully adjusts his yoga pants and chugs water, but the sight of his husband absolutely sweat-sodden and positively flooded with endorphins does not help in dousing his flames. 

“Gege,” Jin Guangyao says, crooking his finger to pull Lan Xichen aside while some couples return to the dance floor, and others amble towards the exit. “I think we can call ourselves satisfied for today, don’t you?”

Lan Xichen, damn his stamina, has the gall to look surprised and a little put out, lips pursing in a conflicted manner. “Of course, A-Yao. We have been practicing for a while. Were you not enjoying yourself?” 

“That’s not it,” Jin Guangyao assures him, draping his towel around Lan Xichen’s neck to pull him down and encase him in a warm, private dark space where their noses touch. “My knees do need a bit of a breather, but I think we can continue practicing our connection at home.” Horizontally, ideally.

Lan Xichen’s eyes widen in rapturous enthusiasm and he nods, leading him to the changing rooms with a gentlemanly hand on the small of his back. Jin Guangyao makes sure to say goodbye to the teacher while he exits with maximum dignity. They’ll be back to effortlessly upstage those uncoordinated newbies next week.

(The Scarf is the first move in this video - probably not a first day kind of exercise, but they’ll get there in no time.)