#like alright. bit on the nose there huh LMAO

[todayisafridaynight]

there really is nothing funnier than comparin mine and akiyama to each other and i only do so because the fact rgg made a super-rich character who kills himself because he realized money alone couldn’t make him happy by jumping off a building only to IMMEDIATELY- i’m talking we meet the dude five minutes into Y4- make another super-rich character who’s charitable and owns a moneylending company called fucking sky finance whose life was saved by money is pure comedy

[catcze]

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「 ### : 」 Modern AU ish !! GN Reader gets drunk at the club !! But Navia and Clorinde stay with you through it tho, because they're your good friends !! This is literally just humor and reader not recognizing Wrio but gushing over your husband so so much !! Reader swears when drunk bc same lmao

Had a vision. No editing. Feast on this while I feast on my Nissin Bulalo cup noodles.

The moment Wriotheseley steps into the club, he immediately spots you. Even over the painful strobing lights, the sea of dancing bodies, he can single you out a mile away— regardless of the fact that you're slumped over the bar, drunk out of your mind.

"Navia, Clorinde," he greets with a wave, hurrying over. His voice has to be almost a yell to be heard over the loud music.

They sit on either barstool beside you, bracketing you between them. When he approaches, Clorinde hands him your phone, and he knows who he has to thank for the 'come pick your bae up' text. The moment he's close enough, he's already looking you over, making sure you're alright.

"Sweetheart," Wriothesley tries to rouse you, but you just mumble and splay out further on the bar. Your hand knocks into a mostly-emptied glass of what he can only assume was tonight's poison of choice.

"How many—"

"More than five," Navia tells him, grinning sheepishly, just as Clorinde says, "Nine."

Your husband shakes his head fondly, sighing, and turns back to you. "Sweetheart," he tries again, voice a bit louder. He places a heavy hand on your waist, coaxing you up. "Let's g—"

But at the touch, your eyes —still hazy and unfocused on account of the nine drinks you've had— shoot open, and you whirl on him in your seat. If not for the hold he still keeps on your hip, you may have just toppled over. There's a look of unbridled, drunken rage on your face, more comical than actually terrifying.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" you hiss, slurring, as you wrench his hand off of you and fling it away with such contempt that he has to stifle a laugh. "Keep your hands off of the masterpieces, bucko."

Not even giving him a moment to breathe, you shove your left hand in his face, vehemently pointing at the ring that sits on your fourth finger. "I! Am! Married! If I tell my husband that you're out here getting handsy, he's gonna come and kick your ass sooo hard. He's gonna rock your shit, you trick ass bitch, if i don't do it myself!"

Wriothesley shouldn't find this funny— he shouldn't. But Navia and Clorinde and fighting smiles behind their palms themselves, and he can't help the grin that breaks across his face.

"Oh? Is your husband that strong?" He can't help but ask, and you scoff.

"Is he that strong— you wanna find out for yourself? Huh? Wriothesley could— could—" you hiccup, and he has to fight the urge to coo. "He could knock you out with just a flick of his fingers, you know!"

"And is your Wriothesley more handsome than me?"

You turn your nose up at him, scowling. Once, twice, you try to cross your arms in contempt as you drunkenly look him up and down.

"You're alright," you begrudge, "but my Wriothesley is the— the most handsomest man in the world! The fucking prettiest! No one holds a candle to my husband and his broad shoulders and his thick thighs and his... and his adorable smile."

Wriothesley has to bite his lip to control his grin. Navia is fighting for her life to stifle her giggles, and Clorinde hides her amused smile behind a cough.

It's like that loosened your tongue though, and you continue on, oblivious to the embarrassment you'd face the next morning.

"And he— he'll be very upset when he finds out that you're here, hitting on someone who is very happily married to one of the best men on this side of the fucking galaxy, so— so you can fuck off!"

He really, really tries his best to not laugh.

You huff, patting down your pockets and grumbling incoherently about your phone, not even questioning it when Wriothesley hands it back to you himself. It takes only a second of you furiously tapping your screen before his own phone buzzes in his pants.

[Sweetheart ♡]

babe pookie pick e ip plrase im drunk and i wanna go homd snd yhere's this assholr hitting o me love yoy [location attached]

As soon as the texts go out though, you yawn and the energy leaves you in one fell swoop. Wriothesley manages to catch you before you face plant back on the bar and break your nose, maneuvering you to lean into his chest. The fight escaping you, you nuzzle into his black button up, rubbing your face against him like a big cat.

"Mmm. I know that cologne." Blearily, you look up and make eye contact with those pretty, pretty blue eyes, and your face immediately lights up in the most delighted grin. "Wrio!" you gasp, arms coming to wrap around his waist and pull him towards you. You're still drunk, still pretty out of it, but it melts his heart how overjoyed you are to see him.

"Hi sweetheart," he says fondly, running a hand through your hair. Happily, you lean into his touch. "Have a fun time with Navia and Clorinde?"

"Mhm. Missed you though." Then, your eyes pop open and you sit up, looking around furiously as if you're looking for someone. When you don't find this person, you lean in to whisper conspiratorially in his ear— "There was this guy who tried to make the moves on me, you know! But I told him that I'm super duper married and with the bestest husband ever— if you wanna double team him, I'm sure the guy's around here somewhere."

But your husband just chuckles, pulling you back into his embrace. Smoothly, Wriothesley has you wrap your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist so he can easily pick you up and into his arms.

"You two need a ride home?" He asks the two, but they shake their heads.

"Appreciated, but we only split a drink between us," Clorinde says, already standing up alongside Navia. "We'll be fine."

"Get home safe, you two!" The blonde says, waving you off, and that's that.

Wriothesley easily maneuvers the two of you out of the club, you having already fallen asleep on his shoulder. He can hear your soft breaths in his ear and feel the way you cling to him even in your sleep. No doubt you'd have a raging hangover tomorrow, but that's okay— because you'll have him to take care of you, too.

Bonus!!

You wake up to hands down the worst fucking headache in your whole life. Your temple hurts so hard that you swear your head's gonna crack open like an egg. Groaning, you pull the covers over your head and roll over, blotting out the mid-day sunlight as best as you can.

There's a chuckle from the other side of the bed, then weight moving across the sheets— then your husband's face appears in front of you, under the blankets too.

"So, darling sweetheart of mine" he starts, voice soft as to not aggravate your headache, and you're grateful. "What were you saying about my broad shoulders and my thick thighs?"

You're suddenly not as grateful.

Promptly, you kick him out of your blanket cave, and he goes with a laugh. He leaves you grumbling on the bed, cursing out all the drinks you had last night and swearing to never ever ever drink again.

Wriothesley grins, shutting the curtains of your bedroom as he ambles out the door, dead set on getting you water, advil, and something to eat.

Maybe by the end of the day, you'd add 'endlessly doting' to the list.

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[deliciousangelfestival]

You can totally ignore my idea lol but what about a fluffy/angsty fic about Steve Rogers or Bucky Barnes being turned into a baby/toddler by Tony on accident. But because they are babies they just want to be around and held by “Y/N” and get mad or throw a cute tantrum from lack of attention or if someone tries to hit on their “Y/N”. You can ignore this if it sounds idk weird or dumb lol but I thought it would be cute like they can’t hold back there affection for them while in baby form and when they turn back they are like well shit.. lmao

(PS: the fanart here is from Alexa_520 on Twitter I’m not sure if she has a tumblr but in case you or anyone wants to see it for yourself)

This is so cute!!!

Thank you for the idea. Here it goes. The story has little angst a bit. 

Zero Crush.

Summary: Y/N was on her way to go out for her day off. However, her plan got interrupted because the AI told her something at the lab. You almost lose your mind seeing both of your bosses turn into babies. 

And now, she has to watch them. Y/N is okay with kids, but the problem is she has a little crush towards Captain America and The Winter Soldier. 

Character: Steve Rogers x platonic!reader, Bucky Barnes x platonic!reader

Warning: If you squint a bit, there’s a little angst. 

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Drawing of baby Steve and Rogers : Drawing 1, Drawing 2, Drawing 3

It's been a long time for Steve and Bucky to cry, even for crying their heart out to release all their feelings through tears. 

“Waaaaa!”

“Aah…Ahh!”

The rest of the Avengers rubbed their eyes. They couldn't believe the strongest soldiers standing tall before, were shorter than them.

Steve and Bucky have turned into babies. They were standing too close to Tony and Bruce's new invention. 

The high IQ bros try to copy the Pym-particles to shrink and increase an object.

"What kind of machine is that, Tony?!" Natasha pushed Tony away while he was still in shock. 

"I'm trying to make a quantum machine like Ant-man. Look, it works!!! The box got small.” Tony pointed at the test object.

"Yeah, it’s obvious the zone needs to get fixed." Natasha carried Bucky to her arm. At the same time, Steve was taken by Clint. Steve wants to push Clint away because he stinks. 

Bucky did the same towards Natasha; her perfume was too strong. Natasha couldn't help it since she just returned from her mission, and Clint was training when Tony called him.

Tony shook his head. "If Steve and Bucky didn't stand near the test object, they wouldn't get transformed." 

Natasha wants to punch him. "You..!!"

All the adults are pointing at each other. At the same time, Steve and Bucky were confused. Since they're shorter than everyone and the mood in the room doesn't feel good, it makes them uncomfortable.

"Uuh…"

All of them stop arguing because they suddenly hear a sobbing voice.

"Hey, guys? Is everything alright?" You were preparing to go out since today is your day off. Before putting on sunscreen, F.R.I.D.A.Y informed you that something happened at the lab.

Nobody answered you, but from their face, you could say they were nervous.

Then you saw that Natasha and Clint have a baby in their arms. 

"Ooh, so cute. Clint, you have a twin? Congrats." You know Clint is a family man, but it’s new for him to bring his kids to the headquarters. 

Clint chuckled. "Y/N, you don't recognise him?"

"Huh?" 

After he said that, you did notice something that felt familiar, but you can tell what it was. Blond hair, blue eyes, straight nose. Then you turn to Natasha. The baby has black hair and vibranium arms. 

You gasped, “Oh my god!”

"Yaa! Yaa!" Steve stretched his short arms towards you. Clint gently put Steve on your arm. 

“Why did you give him to me?” You nervously hold Steve. Even though he’s a baby now, he is still your boss. You turned to Tony. "You better fix this!!"

"On it."

Bucky saw Steve get carried by you. And he wants it, too. "Ahh…" He pulled Natasha's shirt and pointed at you. 

"Even in baby form, you can't be separated from your best friend?"

After everyone stops panicking, Tony wears his Iron suit and buys kid's clothes; perhaps he wants to run away. Bruce is fixing the machine, Clint went home to get toys for Steve and Bucky, and Natasha is helping you. 

But you know Natasha just returned after a 3-month mission, and from her eyes, you could see she's damn tired. So you told her to rest. 

In the end, there are two babies in your arms. You learn that Steve and Bucky are two years old and can walk alone. 

You put them on the couch while you went to the fridge to make warm milk for them. You're not nervous taking care of little kids since you always cared for nieces and nephews before being accepted as a SHIELD agent.

But you’re nervous since you have a little crush towards your idols. 

You're relieved to see milk inside the fridge. When you turn around to search for a pan, you're shocked not to see the two babies on the sofa.

Where are they?

Then you feel someone is watching you. You looked and saw Steve and Bucky looking at you. 

You lean down and speak softly towards them, "I'm making warm milk for you both. Do you want some?"

Steve and Bucky nodded at the same time. With their fluffy cheeks and small body-like dumplings, you wouldn't believe they're the same boss who is deadly and righteous at the same time. You patted their head gently. 

When the milk has warmed up, you give it to both. Steve and Bucky drink the warm milk. They widened their eyes when they tasted it. It's delicious. 

In their eyes, you're the person they could look up to. You never raised your voice, and you gave them a delicious drink. 

Is this what it feels like to have a big sister? 

After 30 minutes, Tony returned with shopping bags from the kid's store. 

"Give me the clothes. It needs to be cleaned first before they wear it." You received the bag from Tony. You look inside the bag and see there are pyjamas too. 

"I'm going to the laundry room. Could you watch them for a while?"

"Sure."

Steve and Bucky didn't want to be left alone with Tony. Their short legs immediately run after you. Then, each of them hugs each of your legs.

Your body froze. You looked down at the little boys who held your legs, their two big eyes looking at you intensely. 

You knew they didn't want to be left alone at this moment. "Umm, Tony, could you do the dirty laundry instead?"

Tony nodded his head. "Yup, the message is clear: both hate me." 

Since then, both Steve and Bucky have followed you everywhere. They helped you when you made lunch. They wash all the veggies. 

You chuckled, even though they turn into kids, they are always helping. 

But no matter what, they're just a kid who needs attention. You learned that when eating together with them. 

When you help to feed Bucky because of his metal arm, it doesn't seem like he can control his body. 

Steve doesn't like to see Bucky get all your attention. He starts to make a noise and drops his spoon. "Ah..ahhh..."

Because of that, you feed them in turns. 

And before they go to sleep, you want to read a bedtime story. You thought this would be easy since they didn't take a nap. 

You were wrong. First, it was Steve's book choice; then, it was Bucky's. You should've said only one story but couldn't say no to them.

When they fell asleep, you slowly went out of the room. Finally, you could breathe. Even though you like kids, it takes time and energy. 

But at least because of this, your secret crush towards your bosses is gone. Like 50% gone. 

Before you join the Avengers, your HR has told you to keep everything professional. It's impossible not to like Captain America and The Winter Soldier.

At first, you saw them cute. But because their crying and whining hurt your eardrum, it shattered their perfect image in your brain. 

You don't think you could wait for another day. You could handle terrorists, pirates, and aliens, but not kids. You wish Tony and Bruce could finish the machine quickly.

It took three days to fix the machine. When Steve and Bucky return to their old self, they fall asleep to get checked first. After two hours, they finally woke up and searched for you. 

"Ooh, you're looking for Y/N? I gave her a week off after caring for both of you."

Yes, you do. When Bruce said the machine worked fine without side effects, you immediately left the building and went to a bar. 

At the bar, you gulped the second glass of beer. You sighed heavily since you realised you needed the strongest alcohol to erase the image from your mind of baby Steve Rogers and baby Bucky Barnes when they're crying, nagging and pulling your hair. 

Their perfect image in your mind has been destroyed.

Drawing of baby Steve and Rogers : Drawing 1, Drawing 2, Drawing 3

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[ghosts-bandwagon]

Hi! This is my first time ever doing this so I hope I can successfully get across what I’m asking 😅

I was wondering if maybe you could do something with a femreader that struggles with eye contact(especially with men)? And how 141, König and maybe Alejandro would go about making you comfortable enough to make eye contact with them for longer than like 3 seconds? I would prefer for it to be like if y’all were in a relationship but if you prefer it can be platonic!

You don’t have to if you don’t want too but I personally have the issue of not being able to hold eye contact for too long and can’t help but wonder how the guys would go about it🫠

LMAO just like me fr I’m so bad at eye contact, I’m so focused on trying to do it right that for the life of me, I have no clue what that person is saying it sucks dude

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

He’s not that surprised when he pieces it together that you struggle with eye contact

He knows he’s kind of intense when it comes to starting so he tries to tone it down a bit and gives you some advice on how to best go about making eye contact

“If you look at the point on the bridge of their nose, it looks like you’re making eye contact with really doing so.”

Encourages you to practice with him and honestly he’s proud when you can hold it for longer than a few seconds

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

If it’s something you want to improve on, he’s more than happy to help you. He can’t explain how he does it for the life of him so he winds up looking it up

He goes through the list of tips online and he’s either judging them or disregarding them, or he thinks they’re good and goes over them with you!

“Maintain for 50% of the time? Really? Huh. The more you know.”

It becomes less practice more playful if anything, then next thing you know you’re doing it without realizing it!

John Price:

Honestly he’s the best out of all of them to help you work on your eye contact, he knows all the tips and tricks

He doesn’t get fussy if you struggle but he might subtly clear his throat to get to refocus

He’ll even get you to practice with him for a few minutes a day, walking you through some of the tips he’s given you

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick:

He’s in the same boat as Soap, couldn’t explain how does it if he tried.

“Dunno love just… look them in eye?”

The glare you shoot him gave him the chills, so he’s got his phone and you’re looking it up together

He’s poking fun at some of the diagrams and the articles but he turns to you to try them out

“Alright, says here to use gestures instead of looking away.” “How are the two related? I’ll wind up looking at my hands or theirs.” “That’s… true. This one’s stupid then, moving on.”

Eventually you find some good tips and you’re able to put them into practice, he’s proud of you for working on it!

König:

I feel like he’s struggled with the same thing at some point so he’s really good about helping you overcome it

He heavily emphasizes that you shouldn’t worry, it’s a process that you need to be patient with

He’s giving you tips that have helped him in the past and he’s practicing with you, coaching you through what he thinks would help you or work best for you

He’s very encouraging the whole time, offering kind words, criticism and tips to help you as you improve!

[robinsno1lesbian]

𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 - 𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐱 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1400

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff, fluff, FLUFF!, maybe mention of surgery?, reader is still a little high on medication lmao

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: emergency, i repeat, emergency. our beloved @maladaptive-day-dreams is recovering from surgery and has asked me for this. i hope this helps with your recovery? <3 i wrote this in a biiiiig rush because i wanted you to have something asap so be prepared for that lmao sorry

nancy had rushed to your apartment the minute you had called her to let her know that you were back home. this, the calling, had only worked because the two girls had made a plan for you to follow once you would get back home. your face was all swollen and talking was already painful. so, nancy had urged you to just call her. she told you you wouldn't have to do any talking at all, just sit there and wait for her to pick up. once she had answered the phone, you did mumble a weak "nance" but your girlfriend was quick to cut you off. "you're home sweetheart?" she coed softly.

"hmh" you had nodded your head too, a weak and uncoordinated gesture that nancy couldn't see through the speaker. "it's okay, it's okay" nancy assured "i'm practically on my way already, alright? just wait a minute and I'll be there" you knew she had told you not to speak but you couldn't help yourself, maybe because of the remains of the drugs that were still running through your system. either way, you mumbled: "robbie...?" nancy on the other end just chuckled and you would've sworn to see the smile on her lips. "oh honey, robin is still at work. but I'll call them and let her know to come over right away once her shift is over okay?" this was, ultimately, how you ended up in the current situation. you're laying on your couch, trying to nap out both the pain and the leftovers of the medication when you hear the front door falling shut. one hand is laying against your temple, though this is not where your face stings when nancy comes walking in. "ow, y/n" she says and stops in the doorway to the living room. "what?" you try to speak. your cheeks are red and swollen and you know from the short time you spent in the bathroom that it is red too. "you look so cute" nancy adds and walks towards you. "you think my suffering is cute?" it is hard to understand you, with the gauze pads that are stuffed over the surgery wounds in your mouth but nancy does anyway. the brunette kneels down on the floor next to you to get a better look at the situation. she smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead while she whispers: "of course not, but you do look really sweet like this" you pout and nancy chuckles. "oh baby" she covers her mouth to oppress the laughter "i'm sorry, but that's just how it is" she gets up and moves your legs up so she can sit down as well. her hands rest on your knees when she leans back on the couch and watches you through her blue doe eyes. "seriously though, how are you feeling? how was the surgery?" "terrible" you manage and drop your head back dramatically "can you believe they took my teeth...?" "well, toothless" nancy claps her hands together "you're lucky i'm here because i-" she gets up again and strokes your hair out of your face right before pressing another kiss to your forehead. "-will be taking good care of you, okay?" and then, while she gently brushes her fingertips over the bride of your nose with a smile, she adds. "you're super brave you know that?" you look up at her. you can't help but find that she looks a bit funny like this, upside down, with her breath puffing against your skin warmly. but you don't tell her that. instead, you press down onto her nose with your index and giggle. "oh someone is still high on medication, huh?" nancy laughs. "it's alright. it'll pass and besides, i'm here now yeah?" you nod your head again, just as uncoordinated before and your girlfriend jumps to her feet. "alright, let's see what i brought for you, okay?" she turns but your whining makes her turn on her heel. "don't leave" you say and add your best puppy-dog eyes. "i'm not leaving, just walking over to get my bag" still, even though it is only for a minute, it feels too long. once she has returned, you cling to her hips while she runs you through the movies she has brought and the wisdom teeth removal friendly food she has found in her fridge on the way. "not yet" she reminds you when she catches you staring at the yogurt with wide, hungry eyes. you end up curled up on the couch against nancy. she has wrapped you up in blankets and pillows and is now sitting behind you with both arms around your body. she is occasionally leaning forward to make sure you're still up while the movie you have chosen is playing in the background. and while you are sleepy, you offer her little smiles whenever her face appears in the corner of your eyes to show that you're still up. her hands sit on your hips in a comforting manner and nancy kisses the back of your head gently every now and then all while whispering sweet nothings into your hair.

"you're so brave, you know?" she breathes and you hum in response. "you managed that surgery so well and-" the front door falls shut again and both of your heads turn in the direction of the hallway to find robin practically sprinting into the living room. she is still in her family video suit and her short, strawberry-blonde bob is all messy. she must've run all the way from the store down to your apartment, judging by the way she leans over her knees and pants while looking at both of her girlfriends cuddled up together. "hi there" she says and waves at you from where she's still standing. "robbie!" you call out happily, immediately wincing from the pain of jumping up like that and calling out to her. you simply can't help yourself, being surrounded by both of your best girls now. she walks towards you and smiles. "i came as quickly as possible" she points over her shoulder with her thumb "but there were like so many people out there somehow and i'm not the best runner. i'm the worst actually, so-" "robin" nancy smiles. she loves the other girl's rambles, but you're obviously growing impatient and she nods in your direction with her chin. "oh yeah" robin nods "of course." her gaze turns to you and an adoring smile flashes over her face when she catches the first glimpse of your swollen face. "look at you" she smiles and stops in front of you "did nancy take good care of your?" you nod your head a couple of times and nancy chuckles behind you. robin then turns to look at the tv. "oh my god, star wars?! without me? seriously?" she looks down at both of you in disbelief. "hey" nancy laughs "our post-surgery baby wanted to watch it. you can hardly get mad at her now, can you?" robin looks at you again, as if to make sure but then joins nancy in her laughter. "of course not" she bends over and gives nancy a quick peck on the lips before kissing your forehead as well. "unfair" you grumble and cross your arms. "don't worry" nancy assures "once you're healed we're gonna make up okay baby?" "you better" you cross your arms over your chest and robin smiles. "oh we will" she squeezes your hand. you spend the rest of the day curled up between your girlfriends. they take turns in holding you, since the couch won't fit 3 people, until your eyes threaten to fall shut. that is when you move away from the tv and into your bedroom. they help you change and switch the pads out in your mouth before laying you down gently. you're a little squished between both of their bodies but you don't mind as long as they're just close to you. when you wake up in the next morning, the pain is still there but your head feels less dizzy. the smell of coffee lingers upon your apartment and, as you make your way out of your bedroom, you're greeted by the lovely sight of nancy and robin preparing breakfast. they turn when they hear you lean against the doorframe and beckon you over. you know today is gonna be better when they both wrap their arms around you and pull you in a comforting hug.

[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

Rough Day?: Dante x Male Reader

SUMMARY: Dante comes home from a job and just needs some love; which you happen to be the best--and only--supplier he goes to… however, you are too blind to notice how he feels.

BEGINNING NOTES: >Dante x Male Reader* >Unestablished relationship;       >Dante is obviously flirting with you and you aren’t getting the hint--like REALLY painfully obvious and you are just oblivious.* >Fluff: Dante is a big cuddly softy--I really just needed something sweet. 🐻🧸🐻 >The reader isn’t a devil hunter but rather a secretary for the shop; handling paperwork and is on the shorter side* >Dante and you share some wine--I know nothing about wine so I just Googled what wine goes well with pizza and read about it lmfao >Although I don’t explicitly say what movie, I wrote this with the movie “xXx” in mind (2002: it's an action movie with Vin Diesel; it is not a porno even though it sounds like it lmfao)--it has a red lingerie scene. If you haven’t seen it, it’s a great movie--it’s as old as I am but it’s fucking great. One of my childhood favorites; highkey wanted Xander’s xXx neck tattoo--and still kind of do tbh lmao 🧸🐻🧸 *This is a bit self-indulgent and relates to me a bit more than normal. To be 100% honest I haven’t been in the best place and I need some soft stuff hence the male reader. It’s also why the requests are taking so damn long, I just hit writer's block and am having a downward swing again lol  Sorry for the inconvenience! I should hopefully break out of this soon ;))

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     The sound of the garage door opening made you look up from the mound of paperwork you were currently nose-deep in. With a small smile,  you stood up to go see who was visiting; however, you were quickly stopped by a tall muscular roadblock. Said roadblock slumped over and placed his forehead on your shoulder. 

     "Welcome home… Rough day, huh?" You lovingly placed a hand on his back, rubbing small circles into his jacket.

     Dante nodded against you, “It was a complete shit show and Vergil was crabby…”

     “Mmn, I’m sorry,” you grabbed his hand with your free one, squeezing it slightly, “Why don’t you go shower--I’ll order dinner and we can watch a movie.”

     The red devil leaned up and gave you a soft smile, his eyes creasing at the edges, "You sure? You seem busy."

     You laughed and rolled your eyes, placed a forearm on your forehead, leaning back dramatically, "Oh no-- I have to stop filling out your back taxes; what a pity…”

     Dante laughed softly and pulled you close, with you still leaning backwards, “Such a shame, I know how much you love paperwork.” 

     Your shoulder hit his chest and he took the opportunity to nuzzle himself against your exposed throat. The feeling of his stubble scraping along your neck made you squirm in his grasp, laughing loudly, “Hey-- Stop that- that tickles, Dante-!”

     “Oh? Does it now?” The red devil snuggly nuzzled the side of his jaw into you, a broad smile tugging at his features at the sound of your laughter.

     “You’re---- You’re gonna get me dirty--”

     “Mmn,” he stopped and you pivoted to face him, “Then you can shower with me…”

     You laughed brightly and, despite your previous statement of him being grungy, you hid your face in his chest attempting to hide your flustered expression, “In your dreams, Dante.”

     He wrapped his arms around you, kneading your back with his fingers, “Sometimes~”

     “Perve!” You laughed harder as you shoved his shoulder playfully.

     The two of you stood there for a few moments, Dante loudly purring against you, and enjoying your closeness. Nonchalantly you slid your face up to his shoulder, which he eagerly leaned down for.  After a moment, you placed your face against the side of his and gently pushed against him. With a happy sigh, you ran your fingers through his hair but stopped quickly upon noticing the gore within his white strands--that was now all over your hand, “Alright, mister, go shower and we can continue this later.”

     He leaned up slowly and stuck out his lower lip in a pout, giving you puppy dog eyes.

     “Uh-uh, no-” you turned from him, closing your eyes, “I am not falling for that; Last time we had to get a new couch because of how dirty you were and the shop smelt like a rotten butcher shop for a week.”

     “Alright, alright,” Dante smiled and cupped your cheek with one hand, slowly thumbing over your face, “I’ll be back in a jif, babe," he moved his hand to your chin, holding it with his thumb and forefinger for a moment before slowly letting go, hustling out of the kitchen.

     "Hey, make sure you’re actually clean-! Damn it…” Your words fell upon deaf ears as you listened to the creak of the stairs from him jogging up them. With a wistful sigh, you smiled softly, “What a dork.”

     After washing your hands with soap and bleach, you left the kitchen and went over to Dante’s desk. As per usual, you dialed up the local pizza parlor and within two rings they picked up. 

     “Dante!” The voice of a jolly old man echoed through the phone, “How’s my best customer?”

     You laughed, “Sorry, Dante’s showering right now; it’s--”

     “Ah, it’s Dante’s husband! How are you?”

     A fiery feeling filled your face as you sputtered out, “Dante’s what?”

     “Don’t worry, I'm fine with you being gay! Dante always struck me as a fruity guy, even back when he first started-”

     You let out an awkward laugh, “We aren’t- Dante and I aren’t even dating,” You let out another laugh, however, the longing feeling from earlier returned, "Let alone married."

     "Oh! Sorry, just with the way you two act…” The old man paused momentarily before clearing his throat, “Anyways, you want the usual?”

     “Yes, please. Can we get that delivered?”

     “Oh? Sure thing. It’ll be there in--” There was a short pause with incoherent yelling between the old man and someone else before he returned to you, “Be there in about 10 minutes, alright?”

     “Yup! Thanks so much! Have a great night, Pops!”

     “You too, kid, bye!”

     “Bye!”

     As you hung up the phone, you slumped back into the desk chair, replaying the conversation. Did he really think that Dante and you were lovers? How many others at that shop had the same idea? You bit your lip in thought. Was it that obvious that you had a crush on him? 

     With a groan, you leaned forward, placing your elbows on the desk and your face in your hands. Does Dante know how you feel? As you mulled over things, you lost track of time and never even heard Dante descend the stairs or realize he was right beside you.

     “Somethin’ wrong?”

     You flinched at the sudden noise to your right and jolted up out of the chair. 

     Dante was standing with a casual lean to his posture and a tilt of his head, obviously curious about your odd behavior. Your eyes widened at the shirtless devil and his half-lidded lazy smile. Currently, he was in just a pair of baggy black sweatpants… and that was it. His hands were neatly tucked into his pockets, inadvertently pulling down the waistband of well-worn clothing which gave you a tasteful peak at his strawberry print boxers. Although he was mostly dry, you could still see water dripping from his hair onto his shoulders and chest; which made your stare wander down from his eyes. 

     Noticing your straying eyes, Dante’s smile turned to a sultry smirk, “Like what you see, baby~?” He flexed his pecs and winked, watching your blush darken. 

     “Huh?! What- No- I wasn’t-- It’s just,” you shakily gestured to his chest, “You’re wet--”

     “Not yet I’m not,” He winked as his tilted posture deepened.

     You sputtered out gibberish as you stiffened. 

     Dante leaned closer and tilted his head, cupping the side of your face, “You know, you're pretty cute when you're all flustered and speechless.”

     As you turned into his palm, you let out an embarrassed laugh, “Yeah right, sure Dante.”

     “I’m serious,” he leaned up with a wide toothy grin, “You’re like a…” With a pause and a squint in thought, he snapped his free hand’s fingers, “A cow!”

     “Hey!” You leaned away from his hand, placing your hands on your hips, “Rude.”

     “Eh?” Dante stuck a lip out in confusion, “What? You don’t find ‘em cute or somethin’?”

     “Dante… When you call someone a “cow” you’re calling them fat and ugly.”

     His eyes widened, “Since when?”

     You shook your head and sighed, “That insult has been around for literal centuries.”

     Panicked that he may have upset you, he stumbled over his words as he tried to fix his words, “I didn’t mean for it to be insulting! Cows are my favorite animal and-”

     "Oh trust me, cowboy, I know they are," you shook your head with a laugh and broke eye contact with him. 

     Suddenly, you felt a large set of arms around you and your head was against a warm chest. Dante set his head atop yours and mumbled, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you; I just think you’re really cute and I couldn’t think of anything I find cuter than a cow. I--”

     “Dante,” you sighed and pushed against him lovingly with your head, resting your cheek against him, “You don’t have to apologize.”

     As you layed upon him, enjoying the brief and rare moment of peace, you found yourself relaxing into his hold. The smell of his body wash-- the low consistent beating of his heart-- the warm heat his body gave off-- all wrapped up into a large affectionate package. A package that you could only dream about allowing you to stay this close for the rest of your days.

     To be able to place your sleeve rather than your cheek. To tell him exactly what you have been yearning for many years. 

     But those are childish thoughts and nothing more than a dream. Someday, Dante will find a wife and leave this godforsaken business and live a happy life; all while you watch from the side and cheer him on from a distance. 

     His arms tightened around you and he began to purr lightly, “When we retire, we should buy a farm.”

     You raised a brow, “What, you still need me with you to do your taxes or something?”

     As he laughed, you felt his chest reverberate with each noise, “I need you for a lot more than that, babe.”

     “Mhm, sure you do,” you sighed and turned your head, placing your forehead against his chest.

     Before Dante could respond, a loud knock came from the front door. Excitedly, he let go of you and smiled widely, “I’ll get it.”

     As he took care of the payment for the pizza, you wandered into the kitchen to grab plates. A small sigh left your lips as you looked at the empty place where the paper plates go, knowing the replacements are on the top shelf--a shitty result of having a behemoth of a housemate. With pursed lips, you stood on your tip toes and tried to stretch up to reach the desired item. 

     Just as you were about to go get a chair to stand on, you felt a set of large hands grab your waist and pick you up. A surprised squeak left your lips and you whipped your head around to see a smiling Dante. You rolled your eyes and grabbed the plates. Carefully, Dante placed you back on the ground and backed up a bit. 

     “Thanks,” you smiled at him and grabbed a plate, handed it to him, then grabbed one for yourself.

     After Dante placed two full glasses of Malbec on the table, you sat in adjacent corner chairs--facing at an angle to see one another. There was a comfortable silence between you as you ate; well, save for the quiet happy humming that came from Dante as he ate. As you watched him, you smiled warmly. It’s times like these that make you forget how dangerous Dante actually is. How he could rip you limb to limb if he felt so inclined. With a shake of your head, you returned to eating, shoving those frightening thoughts down. 

     After some time, Dante leaned towards you and placed an elbow on the table, “So you never did tell me why you were sitting for like ten minutes with that weird expression after you ordered.”

     “Oh! It’s nothin’.”

     “Mmhmm,” Dante smiled as he took another bite of food, “Okay, let me rephrase that:” He gestured mindlessly with his hand, “I overheard your half of the call from upstairs and was wondering what Pops said to you that got you so worked up.”

     “Nothin’ important-!” Your answer was very abrupt as your face began to heat up again, which Dante noticed.

     “Come on~ It had to be something; I can ask Pops if you--”

     “No! Don’t, please,” you pursed your lips and avoided his eyes.

     His brow furrowed, “He didn’t say anything bad to you, did he?”

     “What? No! That man couldn’t say an evil thing if you held him at gunpoint.”

     “Then what?”

     “Just…” You paused with a shake of your head before sheepishly mumbling, “He called me your husband.”

     Dante finished chewing and placed his slice down, “Really?”

     With a nod and a drink, you nodded, “Yup…”

     His voice took a more serious tone as he looked you in the eyes, “Does that… bother you?”

     You shook your head ‘no’, avoiding his eyes, “Was unexpected is all…”

     The red devil laughed and went to grab his drink, but missed the glass and knocked it over.

     “Dante-!” You shot up from your seat and looked down at yourself. The glass thankfully hadn’t smashed and was still on the tabletop; however, the red wine had been spilled all over your shirt and pants, soaking straight through everything you had on. 

     “Shit, sorry!” Dante stood up as well and attempted to dry you off with some napkins he grabbed from the table, continuing to apologize.

     You instantly became flustered as you realized what Dante was doing and where his hands were, “That’s not helping--” You caught eyes with him and he noticed your expression.

     “Well,” he stood back up, placing a hand on his hip, “I could just use my tou--”

     “I’m going to shower!” You cut him off and scuttled out of the room, ignoring the growing fluttery feeling in your chest, and didn't hear Dante’s dejected sigh.

     As you were bathing, Dante cleaned up the kitchen. He put the half-eaten pizza in the fridge and then saw your wine glass was still half-full. With a casual shrug, he finished it off and placed the two glasses in the sink. Slowly, he meandered out into the living room to set up the TV when he got an idea. 

     Your shower was rather quick, being in and out of the bathroom within less than five minutes. With a small hum, you dried off, got dressed in some clean wine-free clothing, and left the room. Only to run straight into a certain white-haired man’s chest, making you jump with a startled shout. 

     “Wha-!” You stared at him for a moment before raising a brow at him, “What are you doing?”

     “Waiting for you,” the look he gave you was reminiscent of a happy puppy, making you mindlessly reach up to pat the top of his head.

     Dante leaned down and placed his head on your shoulder, purring softly from your touch. His hands wrapped around your back, finding purchase on the small of your back, and he took a deep slow inhale. Although he’d never say it out loud, he found your scent to be rather comforting and relaxing. The two of you stood there for a moment before he leaned back.

     “I have a surprise for you.”

     “Oh no,” you stared at him, “What did you do?”

     With a lip stuck out with a disingenuous frown, “Why do you assume it’s a bad thing?”

     “Dante,” you slid your hands down his arms and rested on his biceps, “Last time you said you “I have a surprise” I came home to the shop doors through the stairs and a tarp for a front door…”

     He laughed and buried his face in your neck, taking on a playfully sarcastic tone, “That was fun~! It made the shop nice and drafty.”

     “Maybe for you Mister hot-blooded but it was for like a month in the dead of winter. I froze my ass off--”

     Dante grabbed your ass harshly, “Nope, it’s still there.”

     You shoved him playfully and rolled your eyes.

     He leaned back up, “Now, can I show you the surprise?”

     With a nod, you sighed happily, “Alright, what-- Hey!”

     Instantly your feet were off the ground and he was holding you from underneath your legs; you then wrapped yourself around him, fearing he’d drop you. A large smile adorned his face as he walked down to his room, opened the door, and tossed you onto the nearby bed. He turned to shut the door and when he looked back at you, he saw that your eyes were wide and heard how fast your heart was beating; which caused his smile to take a more sultry turn. 

     Dante gestured towards the foot of the bed, where he had moved his bedside table and placed the TV on top of, “Figure it’s a little more comfortable than the couch.”

     “G-gotcha,” you shook your head and smiled, laying on your stomach to face the screen.

     He moved towards the mattress then jumped onto it, laying right beside you, “Don’t worry, I picked out a great movie--”

     “If we are watching the same fucking movie-- I swear to god--”

     “But it’s so good!”

     “I think I know every goddamned word by now.”

     Dante looked at you with his bottom lip stuck out, giving you his infamous puppy eyes.

     “No-- nu-uh--” You looked away from him and took a long deep breath, “Dante-- For fucks sake--” 

     Dante whimpered softly, making you turn back to him, and found yourself met with the red devil’s bright turquoise eyes and his brow upturned into a pout. With a wistful sigh, you shook your head and laughed, “I hate when you give me those eyes-- Fine, we can watch your movie.”

     He flashed you a wide toothy grin and reached out to grab the remote from the table, turning on the flick. 

     Bit by bit, Dante slid to lay right beside you, his body tightly tucked against yours. Slowly, he leaned his head onto your shoulder, growing sleepier with each passing minute. However, he managed to stay awake and watch the movie.

     Around an hour in, a scene came on that showed various women in scarcely any clothing; ending in a climactic scene where the main lead climbs into bed with a woman dressed in red lingerie. 

     Dante rolled onto his side, looking at you with half-lidded eyes as he spoke in a low sultry voice, “I should buy you a set like that, bet you’d look hot.”

     Your heart skipped a beat and your eyes went wide, “H-huh?!”

     He placed a hand on your bicep and slowly began to rub his thumb against you, “I mean, I know that the bra might be a little much; but the panties would be worth it at the very least.”

     “Dante---- Dante,” you turned to him, your face burning, “Why on Earth would you want me in that?”

     “You’d look hot; what other reason would I need?” He flashed you a warm suggestive smirk.

     “I mean,” you looked away with a small huff, mumbling, “Wouldn’t you want someone you’re dating wearing it?”

     Dante’s smile faded as he removed his hand, “What?”

     You continued to mumble, refusing to look back at him, “You know like someone you’re attracted to..?”

     The red devil blankly stared at you for a moment before he grabbed the remote and hit the stop button several times before dropping it somewhere onto the floor, then slid off the foot of the bed.

     Your eyes slowly turned to face him, “Dante..?”

     He pushed the ‘off’ button on the TV and turned back to face you, "Look," his voice was quiet and he looked defeated, unable to look you in the eyes, as he took a few steps closer to stand in front of you, "I know our dates aren't anything fancy or- or high quality but--"

     “What-?” You swung your legs around to sit at the edge of the bed, “Our-- huh?”

     His expression changed from a kicked puppy to a blank dumbfounded stare as his eyes met with your gaze, “Our dates.”

     You pursed your lips and shook your head, “What are you talkin’ about Dante..?”

     “Our dates--” He leaned down to look you dead in the eyes, bracing himself with his hands on either side of you against the bed, “You feelin’ alright?”

     “We aren’t--”

     “We’ve been going out for almost a year,” he pursed his lips, “I asked you out like a month after comin’ home…” 

     With a confused tilt of your head, you furrowed your brow, “I don’t remember.”

     “After Verge and I returned home, I didn’t want to…” He shrugged one shoulder with a small half-hearted laugh, “To miss out on my chance with you, so I asked you out. We went to the zoo, remember?”

     With a slightly furrowed brow, you did your best to try and remember that day. Dante was nearly welded to you during that outing; between holding your hand or having an arm snugly wrapped around your waist, he was very overly physical with you. Until now, you’d just brushed it off, thinking that Dante was just sick of being so touch-starved and you gladly gave him what he wanted.

      Admittedly, it was a two-way street, you wanted to be just as close to him as he was providing. From small things like morning hugs or more intense things like him placing a kiss on your forehead every once in a while, it was such an unexpected but welcomed experience. However, without him outright stating things, you didn’t think he meant anything of it; refusing to believe someone like him would be with someone like you. 

     You laughed, catching Dante off guard, and placed the top of your head against his chest, “I didn’t realize you meant a literal “date”.” A blush spread across your face as you stared at the floor, taking a quieter meeker tone, “I wish I had known that you-- that we were…”

     “Does it bother you? I mean if you don’t feel that way, I won’t force you to--”

     “Dante…” You closed your eyes with a shy laugh, your voice growing quieter and quieter with each word, “I just wished that I’d known the guy I’ve been into for years has the same feelings back… That’s all.”

     He paused for a moment, listening to the quickening pacing of your heart, before softly setting his hands on your shoulders causing you to look back at him. Although Dante’s gaze is always softer when it comes to you; right now, his stare seems even gentler than normal. His brow was relaxed and he had a lazy smile tugging at his lips with a very faint purr emanating from his throat. Bit by bit, the two of you moved closer and shared a tender innocent kiss. 

     When he and you pulled apart, a smile tugged at Dante’s face at your flustered appearance, “You know,” he laughed, placing his forehead on your shoulder, “I just thought you were taking things at a snail's pace, babe.”

     “I- I didn’t know- I would’ve-” You shook your head, unable to come up with a cohesive sentence. 

     Using your flustered mindset to his advantage, Dante moved to sit on and straddle your lap. With wide eyes, you stared up at the smiling man. Cautiously, you ran a hand up his middle, making note of his skin felt underneath your fingertips. Even though you’d briefly touched his torso before, this was an entirely different ballpark. Your hand made its way to his neck and you very gently thumbed over his throat. 

     Once your hand was on the side of his face, you felt a sudden nervous feeling begin to spread throughout your limbs; you’d wanted to kiss him again but found yourself hesitant to ask. Thankfully, Dante was far from reluctant.

     The red devil leaned down and kissed you again, your hand still cupping the side of his face. These kisses were longer and more impassioned. Your hands clasped around the back of his neck, as he grabbed your waist allowing him to lean you backwards. A smile tugged at his lips as he began to bite at your lower lip, taking great care not to puncture your kiss-swollen flesh. Then he made his way down your jaw and to your neck, relishing in your uneven heavy breaths. 

     As he nipped at your neck, you slid a hand into his hair and grabbed the back of his head as you arched your back. Dante took this as an okay to bite a little harder, leaving a loving mark. When he was done, he set his forehead on the front side of your shoulder, laughing softly.

     “What’s up?” You raised a brow at his odd reaction.

     Dante’s voice was quiet, “I just really love you, so damned much.”

     A very small droplet of water hit your chest as you realized why he didn’t return to your gaze.

     “I love you too Dante,” You wrapped yourself around him, tightly squeezing him, “I have for a long time.”

     He copied your action, wrapping himself around you. Another laugh left his lips as he sniffled, placing his head beside yours. As you layed intertwined, you both began to drift off to sleep; staying interwoven until morning, a feeling you’d both yearned to experience for much too long. 

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ENDING NOTES: Cows are really cute and if you disagree, you’re wrong lmao. If you’ve ever pet a calf you’ll know they are just so cute and ugHHH (I was raised on a farm, we didn’t have cows but I did get to see them a lot because of family-related stuff; so I am biased over farm animals a bit. Plus it fits Dante’s DMC 4 cowboy vibe lmao) 🐻🧸🐻 Was gonna make this a smut fic. but I just wasn’t vibing with it so it kind of ends abruptly, sorry lol

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comfort / a. russo

A/N so i’m ngl to you guys. it’s been years since i wrote fanfic. but MISS ALESSIA RUSSO goddamn ok sorry i just couldn’t help myself. she’s got such a loving aura. (also its so short cause i legit wrote it in my notes app in 5 mins it’s so trash but oh well LMAO)

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32.

32 streetlights. that’s how many you’ve counted in your nervous haze. making a mental note of each one you pass in hopes to take the edge off of the stress you were feeling. meeting the girl their girlfriends family is this stressful for everyone, right?

a hand shifts onto your thigh and places a gentle affectionate squeeze, shifting your attention from the passenger window.

“you’re very quiet, everything okay?”

alessia. your alessia. too perceptive for her own good. you shift your gaze from her hand to her face, seeing the concern furrowed in her brow as she keeps her focus on navigating the road ahead.

“i’m alright, i’m just on edge.”

there's no use in lying to her, she can see right through you. she smiles slightly and your attention is brought back to her hand on your thigh. despite it being minimal, the small act of affection works wonders, as you already feel tension leaving your body.

“you’re gonna be fine, baby. they’ll love you.”

she’s so earnest and endearing. every word leaving her mouth leaving you in a lovestruck daze.

“you’re sure?”

she squeezes your thigh once again, this time a little bit firmer as if to convey her emotions through doing so.

“of course i am, honey. all they want for me is someone who treats me well, and they can clearly see that you do that and more”

she glances towards you momentarily to make sure you’re taking her words into consideration.

“how come you’re so nervous suddenly? you were so excited to meet them before.. you’re not having doubts or anything, right?”

slight insecurity pools out in her voice towards the end which immediately raises alarm sirens in your head.

“no! no, god no, nothing like that lessi, i promise.”

she audibly sighs out of relief muttering a brief apology as you offer a small smile at her endearing nature. pulling up at the red traffic light you sigh as you realise there’s no escaping her concerned gaze now. her brows furrowed and nose slightly crunched in concern as her gaze is directed straight towards you.

“i’m just nervous 'cause.. well. i just really love being with you, and i really want a future with you. i just don’t want to mess this up and have your family not approve of us.. i want to impress them.”

her face immediately softens as she moves her hand from your thigh to your own hand, interlocking your fingers together.

“y/n, you mean the world to me and my family knows that. they know you make me happy and so that’s all that matters to them. they can’t wait to meet you. and besides, you don’t need to worry about any of that, i love you no matter what.”

it’s at this moment you sit and wonder what on earth you did to deserve a woman like this by your side. your mind spiralling with thoughts about how you actually managed to get this diamond to fall for you.

you look down bashfully and raise your interlocked hands, placing a gentle kiss on hers before mumbling a thank you.

a moment passes before you smirk in her direction.

“so.. you really love me then, huh?”

“oh my god y/n.”

[soulsty]

....dude Fi was designed to look 13-14 according to the devs. it's really creepy that you ship her with anyone tbh, ESPECIALLY Ghirahim. she's literally a child. says a lot about you imo

Alright alright alright, let’s clear this up.

!DISCLAIMER BEFORE I START!

Do not mistake this post as me trying to excuse weird shit. Ew. I hate pro-shipping. Get it away from me.

Now into the nitty gritty-

Quoting DIRECTLY, from Hyrule Historia, it is on my lap as we speak

“• Looks 13 or 14”

Does this concept art look a lot like our finalized Fi design? Yes it does. This is the second closest to the finalized version in the book

So let’s go over more of this, and the several reasons why I think this isn’t canon.

“• metallic texture”

That didn’t stick around. I often joke that everything in Skyward Sword looks like it’s made out of fondant, and while her clothing does, her skin and wings looks much closer to porcelain.

“• a naive cuteness”

uhh, sure? She never seemed naive to me, but she is still cute so… that stuck I guess?

I don’t need to go over the last bullet point, because that is just true lmao

But here’s the kicker! Right?

“Like the Fairy Queen in Wind Waker”

The Fairy Queen is obviously a child. We know this, look at her, she also flirts with 12 year old Link iirc

But what makes this design look like the fairy queen? The hair does, it’s exactly the same, just parted on the opposite side. The grey-blue color is really similar. Her… eyes? But wait… that’s the same eye type as the regular Great Fairies? And Ghirahim?

She didn’t even carry over the circular toon style eyes in her final design

I’m pretty sure I could assume the Great Fairies in WW are meant to be adults right? Other versions always have been, and they very clearly look like an older version of the Fairy Queen… so why does Fi’s finalized design actually look a bit more like them? From the pointed eyes to the strong nose-to-eyebrow ridge, she’s starting to look less like the Queen to me…

But let’s go back to the concept art. What else does it say?

These are the same design as the other one that says she looks 13-14, just a bit less detailed

hmm… huh… that’s interesting. Her gem changes color? Well, that’s not canon

Wait what? “Connected to the arm, which is why it bends.” She has arms under her wings?

THEY TOOK HER GODDAMN ARMS

So yeah, in that same design where she “looks 13 or 14” she had arms. Do with that what you will

How about we dive even deeper into Fi’s concept art, hmm?

It seems pretty clear to me that she wasn’t meant to be a child character from the start, some of these designs appear child-like (the one next to the iron man design in particular), but lots of these are also just women

But okay, okay, let’s take a step back from Fi’s concept art. How about Ghirahim’s, what does his say?

The same age as Link? This mfer is 17?? Jesus Christ, talk about the jock kid in high school

Jokes aside, I don’t believe that, he refers to Link as a child the entire time, all of his concept art pre-finalized, just looks like old men, so I assume that moreso meant they were straying away from that design element.

I would also like to mention that Ghirahim’s concept art states in his sword form “He shows emotion without using his eyes”

While very clearly showing a picture of him expressing with his eyes, something that remains consistent in-game as well. So this could be translation error, or just… idk honestly it just doesn’t really make sense lmao

The tl;dr of all this concept art talk is this:

Don’t take concept art as fact. As an artist, concept art is literally that. A concept. I have made designs with elements that have been changed drastically by the finalized version. It’s all a process.

SO! Now that we’re done with the concept art, let’s actually move to references from the game.

At the beginning of the game, this is said, by Gaepora and Fi

Link is referred to as “a/the youth” multiple times, as opposed to Fi being referred to once as “youthful in likeness yet wise with knowledge immeasurable.”

Youthful in likeness. Not an actual youth, and the youthful in likeness thing could not even necessarily tie back to saying she looks 13-14, just that she looks young. Youthful is a very large age-range after all.

My second point about in-game… Scrapper. This doesn’t really lead too far, because we have no idea how “old” Scrapper is “supposed to be”, he’s a robot, he has less of an age than Ghirahim and Fi, BUT he’s allowed to be an absolute simp, to the point of calling her “Mistress” non-stop, so idk, that just doesn’t read as something a child would go through to me.

UPDATE: more evidence on the front of Scrapper, when he firsts meets Link, he explicitly doesn’t want to help Link because, and I quote “Serving children is very low in my task priority.” Then Fi appears, blah blah blah, you can’t carry the windmill propeller in your pouch, right? Then Scrapper says “Who are you!?” And does what I can only describe as his version of an AWOOGA (what being “zrrt-FWOOOSH”, paraphrased) and continues, “Your name is…Fi? Should I call you Mistress Fi? Are you looking for something Mistress Fi? …I…understand. At your request, I will carry anything, regardless of weight or destination…”

So there you go, serving children is very low in his priority, Hylia was around at the same time the LD units were active, so Hylia would’ve known about the Scrapper units priorities, (assuming they all have the same priority list) so why would she make a child? Just why? And in the same vein, why would Hylia make her servant sword-spirit a child in the first place, that doesn’t make any sense 😭

Looping back around to where this all started, what does “looks 13 or 14” even specifically mean? She looks that age, not she is that age. And I’m not going to go Lolita topic with this, I’m not here to say “she’s like 1,000 years old! So of course she isn’t a child!” I’m here to say, lots of people look older, or younger than they actually are. She’s almost the same height as Link, so if she were meant to be around his age, she’d probably be around 16, and if she’s 16, and Ghirahim is 17 according to his concept art, where did your argument go?

Speaking realistically, Hylia probably designed her to look young and ‘cute’ so she wouldn’t scare Link. Let’s be real, her personality is intimidating, and she was going to be projecting herself into his dreams, so if she had a intimidating appearance (like some of her old concepts), Link would probably be afraid of her.

That’s all. I could go deeper into some of these points, and add on other things, but I think some stuff is self-explanatory.

Now, even if you want to discredit everything I just said, Ghirahim and Fi are both adults in all of my work. Unless explicitly stated or shown otherwise.

I draw and write them how I envision them in my head. In Skyward Sword, I have always read both of them as adults. I have not aged-up Fi for this ship, that’s fucking weird. They are both adults.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Gojo x sorcerer!reader seems interesting :p

@shotorus @elusivemoon <33

SORCERER!READER HYPE this one is v special to me im so happy…. thank u io & sel and anon my sweeties for being interested !! here are some drinks for u <33 🍵🥤☕️

(logan asked abt grieving!reader here io !! aaa im so glad that one caught ur attention bc it’ll def be very prose-y and poetic above all else !! or so im hoping :’33)

anyway anyway!! satoru x sorcerer!reader has been in The Works for a WHILE…. im planning on finishing it soon though!! hopefully…

i think its esp funny that sel zeroed in on this one bc it has BIG col vibes 😭😭 in the sense that the focus is on gojo’s inner thoughts + his apprehension towards love !! mostly just me messing around w my idea of a more canon-aligned gojo, and him coming to terms w his sort-of kind-of Feelings for a new teacher at jujutsu high :33 just lil snippets of them getting to know each other a bit!! fluffy overall and a hopeful ending for our silly guy hehe

ohh and and and!! reader is thematically similar to sugu both when it comes to their technique and overall disposition which kinda makes gojo feel sick 2 his stomach LMAO but that’s also part of why he finds himself drawn to them!!

here are some snippets of it hehe

“they’re a softie, huh?” shoko exhales — smoke drifting past her lungs, mingling with the cold air, a stench of tobacco that makes him crinkle his nose. ”they are,” she says, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. ”it’s not often someone captures your attention.” gojo smiles. ”is that what it seems like?” he closes his eyes, and thinks of you, the fading scent of your perfume. ”well, who knows.”

”everything alright?” he asks, jovial. careful not to let a single tinge of worry seep into his voice. but you only smile. a small thing, barely even there at all. how discomforting. ”yeah,” you breathe, meekly. ”just the summer stress. don’t worry.” gojo tenses. he allows a second or two to pass, agonizingly slow, but you don’t say anything else. so he hums — low, entirely unconvinced. giving way to his usual grin, entirely devoid of any genuine joy. he averts his gaze. (it’s happening all over again.) ”well, alrighty then.”

silently, gojo wonders if he’ll always be at the mercy of kind people who tuck their hearts away safely somewhere no one else can see.

im super duper excited to write this one aaaa, i hope u’ll both enjoy it when it’s out !!! <33

[chr0macide]

Orientation Day

posting two things one day wow im on fire

i kinda wanted to write a lil bit about magdalena but this fic ended up being more about purge university and shes kinda just there lol. i didn't put anything about her time in college while i was making her intro post cause i was lazy. i said she made no friends but maybe that was cap, she did meet markus there.

this shows a little bit about what i think purge university is like. it wouldn't be the same for every student but this is more or less what i think it would be like for the impoverished attendee. i write this fanfic as if break in happens in the "real(ish) world" instead of roblox so stuff has to be different. and yeah this is canon to the rest of the fic unless i start feeling like something conflicts with game canon too much.

also im seeing people with like 100 ocs when it took 100% of my power just to make this single one, lmao how are you guys doing that 😂

alright this is like 3300 words divided into 2 chapters les goooo

Chapter I – Ticket to Nowhere

“Purge University, huh? You excited?” asked the taximan.

The girl did not reply. He looked at her in the rear-view mirror and pouted when she simply lay her head against the window. Nobody waved goodbye to her.

Magdalena was the first one in her family to attend college at all—not that her relatives appreciated that—but she had thought she was finally about to leave this decaying urban hellscape. And yet, every request she’d sent to every collegiate and federal financial aid office had returned the same response to her. Denied. Denied. Denied.

It didn’t make any sense. Much to the disdain of her parents, she had studied until the dregs of coffee had long since dried into a rock-hard crust at the bottom of her cup, lest she be stuck in this slum forever, so why was she still here?

The taxi meandered through the streets and over a pothole. There were plenty of those in Magdalena’s neighborhood. She pinched the bridge of her nose as the motion briefly jerked her out of her brooding.

“Sorry. Wherever our taxes are going, it’s not towards the roads,” the driver chuckled. Magdalena rolled her vacant eyes. Everyone knew where the city’s coffers were going. Straight into the pockets of one of the local mafia dons… but maybe she ought not to complain. It was thanks to one of them that Magdalena was going to college at all, although the interest rate on her loan was horrendous and it came with the stipulation that she attended Purge University. Tuition was exorbitant there, not to mention that the place was notoriously corrupt. While Magdalena would admit it was preferable to living in a leaky trailer for the rest of her life, she would rather have gone literally anywhere else. She should have been anywhere else, the girl seethed inwardly. There was nothing she could do about the situation now, but the thoughts had kept intruding ever since she’d opened the acceptance letter.

The crumbling structures in her district became less dilapidated as the car approached the university. The college grounds rested on the boundary between the destitute and the affluent, so the buildings here looked like they actually might be livable on the inside.

The driver pulled into the parking lot outside the residence hall.

Well, some of the buildings looked like they might have been livable.

The driver ducked out of the car and removed Magdalena’s lone suitcase from the trunk. She put a few crumpled notes in his palm.

“Let me help you carry your-”

“No,” Magdelana cut him off.

The taximan looked at her for a moment longer, but she was already walking away, so he shrugged as he got back into his car and drove off.

Magdalena swiped her identification card. The scanner beeped. She pushed the door open and stepped inside, not really minding the odor of mildew. Her home didn’t smell too different.

“You don’t gotta use your card. The lock doesn’t work,” said a nearby voice with a slight accent. There was a burly student sprawled across an entire sofa in the lobby. Magdalena guessed by the color of his ID lanyard that he was a sophomore. She made a sound of acknowledgement and made her way to the front desk, but there was nobody there.

“The receptionist went on break. Beer?” offered the student.

“I’m underage.”

“Nobody in here gives a shit, believe me,” he said as he tossed her a can from the 6-pack on the end table. She caught it in her hand and stared at it for a second.

The student gave her an odd look. “What? Never drank before?”

It wasn’t that. Magdalena had booze a few times when her family’s water had been cut off. Her parents didn’t keep much else in the fridge. Magdalena popped the tab open and took a sip as another student came down the stairs.

“Where’s the RA?” the newcomer demanded.

The sophomore craned his neck to see who had just shown up. “Oh, hey, Isaiah. I think he’s out back. Why?”

“My roommate ripped the fucking sink out of the—is that my beer? I just fucking bought that!”

“Relax, man. I was gonna pay you back.”

Magdalena placed her can on the reception desk sheepishly, but Isaiah wasn’t paying attention to her.

“Like hell you were,” snapped Isaiah as he grabbed the remainder of the 6-pack off the table and stormed out of the lounge.

The lingering student took another swig. “Sheesh. I’d like to tell you he’s not always so bitchy, but… heh.”

The door behind the front desk finally swung open. “ID?” requested the receptionist. The lady didn’t glance twice at the can on the counter as Magdalena handed her card over. She didn’t know whether to be glad for that or concerned that this hall had such lax restrictions.

The receptionist passed a key to Magdalena along with her ID. “Room 217,” she told the girl.

“Hey, we’re roommates,” the sophomore piped up. He chugged the rest of his beer. “I’ll show you where our dorm is.”

Magdalena started towards the elevator as he stood up. His orange hair almost brushed one of the light fixtures hanging from the ceiling.

“The elevator doesn’t work, either,” he advised her.

Magdalena sighed. “Of course it doesn’t.”

The student lifted Magdalena’s luggage with one hand and carried it up the stairs for her. “Name’s Markus, by the way.”

“Magdalena.”

“I haven’t seen you before. You a freshman?”

She nodded

Markus set her suitcase down in front of their dorm. The smell of cigarette smoke clung to the discolored runner. Their neighbor’s door was open. Magdalena could hear pressurized water spouting out from somewhere inside, but Markus didn’t seem to notice as he unlocked their own dorm. “Sorry about the mess. Old roommate left most of his stuff behind.”

Notebooks and stationery were strewn across the desk. There was a backpack and a large folder on the ground underneath it. Even a laptop was still resting on the nightstand. Magdalena’s side of the room looked as if someone else still lived here.

“Did he graduate?” the girl asked.

Markus’s expression hardened abruptly. “No.”

He didn’t elaborate, but his tone warned her not to probe any further. “But they assigned me a new roommate,” he said, gesturing at Magdalena, “so I doubt he’s coming back. I guess you can keep some of his junk if you want. I’ll throw the rest of it out tomorrow.”

If Markus was reluctant to speak of him, it wasn’t hard to deduce what might have happened to the last tenant. Perhaps Markus’s roomie pissed off one of the mob’s higher-ups. Those who talked about it out loud too often were prone to disappearing, but most people knew Purge University doubled as a front for organized crime. Too bad for him, but Magdalena wasn’t one to turn down free stuff.

She moved to the nightstand and opened the laptop. It was greasy. Magdalena wiped her fingers on her coat. There was a password, but she was sure the IT department could deal with that.

“Huh. Almost didn’t think it would turn on,” Markus remarked. Yeah, the thing was pretty ancient. The fan sounded like it was on its last legs and there was duct tape over a corner where the plastic exterior had cracked. “You actually want that old thing?”

“I don’t have my own,” Magdalena told him. Markus’s eyebrows crept up.

“You made it all the way to undergrad with no laptop?”

“Not everyone is rich.”

“No shit. That’s why we’re here,” Markus japed, but it was plain that Magdalena didn’t come from money. Her attire was somewhat ill-fitting. Her luggage didn’t weigh anything, and neither did she, by the looks of her. “For real, though, how did you get anything done?”

Magdalena didn’t answer. She shut the laptop and commenced unpacking her suitcase, but there wasn’t a lot to unpack. With nothing else to do, Markus booted up his own computer. “Quiet type, huh?”

The girl produced a annoyed huff from the back of her throat as she moved the presumably dead guy’s clothes aside and hung up her own in the closet.

“Hey, we’re gonna be stuck with each other for a while. I was just trying to get to know you better. Don’t make shit awkward,” Markus muttered.

Magdalena murmured something unintelligible under her breath—probably an insult—but she humored him. “Used the library computers. Checked out some textbooks when I had to be a home.” She practically lived at the city library, though the administrators eventually put a limit on how long unaccompanied children were allowed to be there each day. The bigwigs had decided they didn’t want street urchins ruining the scenery.

“Sounds like a lot of work for… uh… what’s your major?”

“Mechanical engineering and biotech.”

“Oh, a smart kid? I would’ve taken your lunch money back in the day,” Markus kidded. Magdalena glared at him. “Ha. Sorry. Bad joke. I’m a business major.”

The girl gave him a once-over. “Figures.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Magdalena was silent again as she returned her attention to her suitcase. Markus stuck out his lower lip childishly and turned to his laptop. They both heard a pool of water making its way out of the next dorm and flowing through the corridor outside.

“Does that sort of thing happen often?” Magdalena asked.

“You get used to it.”

Chapter II – Spontaneous Expulsion

“And for those of you who have science classes this year, this is Gearwise Hall,” the campus tour guide introduced.

The freshmen looked up at the building’s hypermodern exterior. Someone had to be power washing those walls on the regular. Magdalena saw through the windows that there was even a sculpture of a DNA strand suspended from the rafters. It wasn’t hard to tell that they were in the rich kids’ part of the university. It was either that or mafia territory. She was seeing a lot of bowties and pinstriped suits.

The guide hauled one of the double doors open and ushered everyone inside. “There are a few students making up an exam, so try to be quiet,” he said in a low voice.

The interior was just as blindingly white as the façade. “Here’s the common area,” the guide told them as he led them across the rounded foyer and into an adjoining room. There were a few students sitting at the tables and poring over their books, getting a head start on studying, Magdalena supposed. The room opened into a terrace whose style was much more gothic than the building itself. It must have been there before the hall was built. It actually looked nice, Magdalena thought, but she noticed the students outside casting unpleasant glares at a student wearing a faded, wrinkled t-shirt. A few of them soon stood up and began hassling the kid until he grabbed his things and left.

Maybe Magdalena’s kind wasn’t welcome at this particular spot.

The guide led them past the many lecture halls and up the stairwell at the end of the corridor. “Freshmen usually only have classes on the first floor, and we’re running out of time, so we’re gonna skip the rest of this place. I need to take you guys to Purge Hall.”

The group mumbled various grievances, but the guide shook her his as they reached the second floor. “Bear with me, guys. Everyone has classes in Purge Hall sooner or later, and it’s really important that you don’t get lost in there and wander somewhere off-limits. Really, really important.” He opened the exit to escort the gathering across the bridge and into the adjacent building.

Magdalena didn’t know what she’d expected, but it didn’t look that different from the other buildings around this here. It was a lot emptier, though, and her footsteps echoed conspicuously. In fact, she couldn’t see anybody else except for the tour group. Magdalena peered over the edge of the entresol. The ground floor was vacant as well.

She was startled by the sound of someone’s phone alarm. It was the end of a class period, it seemed, because students began trickling out of the lecture halls.

Most of them didn’t speak to each other at all. The ones that did were murmuring almost imperceptibly.

“First of all,” the guide began, “that is the Head—I mean, President Purge’s office.” He pointed at the imposing double doors at one end of the pathway. The fancily carved redwood stuck out like a sore thumb from the more contemporary architecture. “Don’t even go near it. And don’t go to any of the basement levels, either. If you’re in the elevator and somebody hits a button for a negative floor, just get out and wait for the… next one… uh…”

The guide faltered. There was a dull metallic clank ringing out from somewhere in the distance, but the sound was getting closer. “Don’t block the walkway, guys. Move up to the wall,” the guide urged, herding the troupe aside. The freshmen were puzzled, but they fanned out and stood against the wall, and Magdalena figured out why when as ground trembled ever so slightly.

A man threw the door open on the other end of the entresol and stepped inside. Well, not a man per se. His “skin” was rough and burnished like steel. Two more followed close behind. Magdalena had never seen the bosses in person before, as prolific as they were. She’d thought Markus was a giant, but these things made him look almost shrimpy.

The one at the head of the trio—Mr. Clockturn, it was—made his way towards the Headmaster’s office without so much as a passing glance at the students, even as they stared at him with wide eyes. His crowbar clinked against the floor as he walked and Magdalena could hear the ticking of his innards when he drew near.

The second one—the only woman; it must have been Miss Gearwise—spared them a smirk. Magdalena nearly had to shield her eyes. She blinked dark spots out of her vision. The light was dazzlingly bright when it glinted on the automaton’s gleaming golden exoskeleton.

The last one flashed smiled at the tour group almost affably, to Magdalena’s surprise. He even winked at one of the ladies. That was kind of gross, actually. He’d strolled off while Magdalena was trying to remember how much older he was than the college students, but his coppery luster denoted him as Mr. Cogsworth.

The university belonged to the mob, certainly, but Magdalena hadn’t expected the Headmaster’s underbosses to show up here so brazenly. Magdalena wondered for a moment why law enforcement had quit raiding this place, but she figured the mob had paid the police department off a long time ago. What would the cops do, anyway? Shoot an ironclad robot?

A cluster of students ahead of them scattered as the three approached. One of them had his back turned to the automatons, however, and he evidently didn’t get the memo. Mr. Clockturn hefted his crowbar. Magdalena looked away.

The student was already out cold when he toppled over the railing. Magdalena heard a loud crack. The people on the first floor shrieked. He hadn’t stuck the landing, apparently. The automata tittered as they peered over the barrier and continued into the Headmaster’s dwelling. It was too dark in the chamber for Magdalena to see much when Mr. Clockturn pushed the doors open, but she glimpsed President Purge’s luminous yellow eyes, corners crinkled as if he were smiling.

The tour guide waited until the doors were closed again before he finally resumed speaking. “I apologize you all had to see that. Y-you never know when those guys are gonna show up. Listen, they take it as, um, rudeness when you don’t move for them. Just-”

“They just fucking killed somebody!” one of the freshmen exploded, motioning vehemently at the spot where the student had fallen from.

The guide shushed the dissident. “There’s no need yell!” he said whispered harshly as he glanced at the office uneasily. “Seriously. You don’t want those things to come back out here right now. As I was saying, that kind of thing won’t happen to you as long as you stay out of their way.”

The guide was clearly trying to remain collected, but to no avail. He fidgeted with the lanyard around his neck as he did a silent headcount of the tour group.

“Let’s just move on to the next building. Most of you don’t have courses here this year anyway.”

He hastily steered the tour group through the entrance where the automata had come in from, and the remainder of the outing passed by in a blur.

Markus looked up from his laptop when he heard the dorm door unlock. Magdalena walked in and dropped her backpack next to her desk. It sagged on the floor glumly.

“Fun tour?” her roommate asked. No response, but he was getting used to it quickly.

He put down the beer he’d been nursing. Drinking in the morning? Magdalena didn’t blame him. She couldn’t think of many reasons for people to stay sober around here. “Aw, I’m just messing around. Someone posted the vid already,” Markus told her, gesturing at his screen. A video of the student splattering against the vinyl tiles played on loop.

“Does that sort of thing also happen often?” Magdalena questioned.

Markus scrolled away from the post before speaking. “Guess that depends on what you mean by often.”

Magdalena stared at him.

“Come on. The Darwin Award is a thing everywhere. Don’t look at me like that,” Markus said.

“This is how I always look.”

“Oh.” He perhaps should have figured that out already. Magdalena was wearing that catatonic expression in the murder video as well. “Well. You saw those guys. The bosses, I mean. You’d have to be pretty stupid to stand where they’re walking, right? That’s, like, natural reflection, or some shit.”

“Natural selection.”

“Yeah. That. Whatever.”

Magdalena collapsed onto her bed and let out a sigh. Markus rested his face on his hand as he observed her through lidded eyes. There was a small smile of amusement on his lips. “Don’t tell me you’re already tapped out. You didn’t even know the guy.”

It wasn’t just the impromptu homicide. It was everything. Magdalena watched a roach as it crept down the cracked drywall. “Maybe I should have gone for an online degree. This university is shit.”

Markus drank to that. “This entire city is shit, babe,” he laughed. “I guess that means you thought you were gonna move away for college…?”

The cockroach made it to the window and squeezed through a gap in the frame, scrambling away to freedom.

Magdalena sighed again. “Yeah.”

“No need to give up just yet. I knew a few graduates who scraped up enough cash to leave.”

“I can’t move away. I owe money to the mob.”

“Oh… yeah, nevermind. You’re fucked.”

“Thanks.”

Markus laughed again. He crushed the empty can in his hand and pitched it at the waste basket. “Nah, you’ll be fine. Maybe. You want some advice from a guy who’s had to deal with this place for a while?”

“Shoot.”

His face grew serious. “Worry about yourself. Not morons flying over guardrails and shit-talkers going missing at night,” he warned Magdalena, looking pointedly at his old cotenant’s belongings. He’d said he’d toss them, but it was starting to seem like Magdalena would have to do it. “No one’s gonna cover your ass for you. We’ve all got our own problems going on, you know? And people who stick their noses in other people’s business don’t last that long.”

What reassuring counsel. “I’ll keep it in mind,” Magdalena replied blandly.

The girl rolled over in her bed. Markus’s eyes drifted back to his laptop screen. They didn’t say another word to each other until classes began.

[cheerstotheelites-if]

Oof, I see no writing piece for Zephyrine

"I'm tired. I just wanna take a nap."

After a breakup, MC copes up by taking long naps so that they'd see less, hear less of Zephyrine.

This can be friendship or romance btw.

Honestly having fun writing the angst from the RO's POV lmao

~•~•~

Like flour on a black T-shirt, you and I are messy Like these kids throwing dirt, you and I are messy No, you and I are fire, water, ice Burning, drowning I can't believe I'm doing this again

– messy - emily the band

~•~•~

"They're sleeping in again...?" Zephyrine lets out an almost frustrated sigh, pacing the attic she calls her bedroom.

"You know why they're doing it." Weylyn's voice replies through her phone.

She stops pacing, her face forming into a frown as she glares at the old floorboards. "But it's been a few weeks from that fight! I'm sure they would've moved on already."

"Zeph, people move on at different paces."

"I know, I just..." Zephyrine lets out a sigh. The tension in her shoulders slacken as she looks up at the cavernous ceiling with a hand on her waist. "... I miss them..."

"You have to give them some space."

"I already did that! What more do they want?" Her voice starts to shake a bit. "Do they want me to get out of Delphinium, hell, the entirety of Rosedale? Is that what they want? Do they want me out of their life that bad?"

"I..." Weylyn lets out a sigh. "I don't know. It's better if you ask them that."

Zephyrine lets out a bitter laugh, wiping away incoming tears with the back of her hand. "But they won't talk to me, Weylyn. No matter how hard I try."

"Just... just let things cool down, okay? You can wait longer, right?"

"... I guess."

"Okay. I gotta go. Chores and stuff."

"Alright. Say hi to auntie and uncle for me."

A soft chuckle from Weylyn. "I will."

Beep.

...

The hand holding her phone drops to her side, grip tightening, as the other hand pinches the bridge of her nose. "Gods above, Zeph..." She muttered to herself.

It was at this point the door opens, and the smell of tobacco fills the air. Immediately, Zephyrine looks up, seeing her mom leaning against the doorway, a cigar held inbetween her pointer and middle finger.

"Can't you complain any louder? You know I'm hungover today." Her mom scowls, to which Zephyrine immediately tenses up and looks away.

"Sorry..."

A scoff, an inhale, then an exhale of smoke. "So... break up, huh?" Zephyrine didn't answer, but her mom continued on anyway. "That's what you get for being too clingy. People get annoyed by it, and they leave you in the dust."

"Why... are you just here to tell me the obvious?" Zephyrine asks, looking back at the older woman.

The woman is unfazed, looking at her daughter flatly. "No, only here to give you some advice." Another inhale and exhale of smoke. It's unbearable. "Unless you stop being so needy for attention, then nothing good's gonna come out for you. If you think you're starting to be annoying or unbearable, then leave. They don't need you to be a pain in their ass, when they already got other things to deal with."

A moment of silence between the two women.

The older woman pushes herself off the doorframe. "Think about it. It might help."

And Zephyrine stands alone, pondering her mother's words.

[toothfa-1-ry]

"strawberries, kisses and cuddles are prescribed for the sick!" -Huening kai

Genre : Fluffity fluff

Pairing (s) : boyfriend!Hueningkai, established relationship, far distance relationship hinted

When your down with an awfully bad flu your very sweet boyfriend comes to your rescue with a cure!! Lots of kisses, cuddles and strawberries

Warnings : Badly written fluff. I'm not very confident with my writings :(

A/n

I guess you can say that I'm making up to that fact that I've posted only angst 😭 lmao anyway I hope you liked this ;)

Make sure to say sumn nice to yourself and don't forget to eat :D

"I'm sorry Kai.."

You apologized again to your boyfriend for cancelling your long waited date with him. Unfortunately you had been a victim of the horrible flu going around.

"y/nn you literally sound like your dying and your apologizing for cancelling our date?" Your boyfriend Huening Kai scolded "it's honestly fine y/nie it's just a date anyways"

"but-" you paused and began coughing "sorry.. it's just that....we were both looking forward to this date. Especially you"

you couldn't help but feel a bit guilty afterall it was Kai who had planned the whole date. He was looking forward to spending the day with you.

"I really wanted to see what you planned for us" you pouted over the phone "for me"

Huening Kai stayed silent for some time "do you really want to see me?"

"of course I do Kai...it's just that my head hurts and my body aches if I move-" but you were cut short when the call ended

You looked at your phone in confusion. Did he just hang up on me? You thought is he really upset?

You were going to give him a call but your head started throbbing and you shut your eyes close.

"Maybe I should just sleep for a bit" you mumble to yourself still looking at your phone "oh Kai...I'm so sorry..I'm so so sorryy-" you slur as you slowly drifted to sleep.

♡ . ♡

You woke up with a jolt.

There was someone here. There was someone in your house but you live alone.

You could hear footsteps shuffling around outside your room and noises. Small mumbles of "huh?" And "what in the?" The voice was so very familiar.

It sounded so warm.

You get up out of your bed to go and check who it is. Who this stranger is. The stranger with the warm voice. But as you got up, your legs seem to have out. You felt down, accidentally knocking down the plastic cup of water besides your table.

I wonder who kept it there...

You couldn't help but wonder as the cup full of water spilled, messing up your carpet

Upon hearing the voice coming from your room, you could hear the strangers footsteps practically racing towards your room.

The stranger opened your door and looked at you with his worried eyes

That stranger was none other then Huening Kai. Your boyfriend.

"ohmygoodness Y/N ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!?" the boy practically screamed as he quickly ran towards to where you were, picking you up from the floor as gentle as possible.

He slowly lifted you up as if you were made of glass and could break any minute, worry filled throughout his face

"I'm fine Kai.." you say looking at him. Was he really there infront of you or were you going through some crazy hallucination.

"What- what are you doing here? Doesnt it take 4 hour's to get here?- wait did you drive 4 hour's because I cancelled our date??" You began saying at full speed.

Wait..did he drive 4 hour's to tell you that he wants to break up with you?

"Hush" Kai said patting your head softly.

" I drived 4 hour's to meet my sick but still very pretty girlfriend. And also to have a date with her." He said smiling brightly at you "now stay in bed" he said as he pulled the blanket over your body "our date starts now!" He exclaims, his eyes sparkling.

"wha- wait date? Right now?" You ask confuse. Your both in your room, your hair is a mess, your nose is bright red and your sick. A date?!? Right now??

Kai out of your room and into the kitchen. "Wait just for a minute y/nn" he said leaving you even more confused

"what is he gonn do now?.." you ask yourself trying to guess "Kai...you know that I'm sick right? I dont kno-"

"do you know what I found out?" He asked smiling brightly at you, his hands behind him as he was hiding something.

"what?" You asked wearily.

"do you know what the top doctors in the world prescribes for the sick?"

"...."

"strawberries,kisses and cuddles!!" He grinned at you. And jumped in your bed with you

Your eyes widen but you slowly burst into laughter. "Who said that?"

"the top doctors of the world y/n...trust me" he said as he laughed with you too. "Here open your mouth, I'll feed the strawberries to you" he said as he picked up a bright red one from the container of strawberries he bought

"y/n? Are they sweet?"

"very..but you know what would makes them even sweeter?"

"what?"

You look at him and blushed pink.

He seemed to understand enough just from that as his cheeks alos blushed pink

"thank you Kai" you say as you cuddle closer to him

"..just make sure to get better fast alright?"

"of course" you say planting a kiss on his cheek "your sweeter then any other strawberry Kai"

This made him even blush harder

"shh ....eat your strawberries."

You giggle at the sight of him all red. "alright-"

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Jeff A New Killer

by Auraborealis03 The last of the FF.NET dive. I Couldn't read this one. i'll add stuff later. Not canon tho.

CW// the common stuff, i'l add this later

Click below to read the original unedited story

Hello and welcome! This is my first time ever publishing any of my stories so I have decided to publish at least one and see what happens. This story is an Origin remake story of the famous Creepypasta, Jeff the Killer! This is my version of how Jeff came to be. Everything is going to be different and no, Slenderman ain't involved. I apologize if it doesn't make sense towards the end, I was rushing to get it done lmao. Enjoy the story and reviews would be nice too.

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When a new family moved to a new neighborhood in Maine, everything changed in the year of 2013. Jeffrey, who is 14 years old, looks out his window from his new bedroom. Boxes that are open still laid on the floor, showing the last bit of things he has. He watched people walk around the streets as the yard sales were seen in other people's homes. He moved his black hair away from his face as his brown eyes continued to look over people's yards. Liu, Jeffrey's older brother, stood by the doorway of his room.

"You doing alright?" He asks, concern was heard in his tone of voice. Jeffrey mumbled a yeah and continued to look out the window. Liu rolled his eyes and walked over, sitting at the foot of his brother's bed.

"I understand you didn't want to move out from our old place," Liu sighed before wrapping his arms around Jeff to hug him. "But we needed to move because well… This place is better and quieter. And Mom already loves her new job as an accountant. This is a fresh start. Trust me, everything will be okay."

Jeff didn't respond as he looked away from his window. Liu looked down at Jeff's expression and shook his head. "I'll leave you alone. Call me if you need me, ok? And don't forget to take your Risperidone." He reminds him before the older boy leaves the room.

Jeff sighs before collapsing on his bed. He really didn't want to move here. Ever since his mom got this new job here in Maine, Jeff has been feeling like shit about it.

"Maybe you should run away and move back to New York…" a raspy voice whispered in his ear. Jeff blinked, shaking his head before he got up and walked over to his dresser. Right, he needs his meds, he was getting a real nasty headache from that. If he doesn't, he won't be in the right place. As Jeff takes his pills, he looks over at the window, seeing three boys out the window, walking and laughing loudly. Huh.. they look cool to talk with. Maybe he could talk to them and be normal and not anti-social.

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"Jeff, you can't trust these boys. I'm worried that they're just making fun of you." Liu had his arms crossed as he looked down at his brother. Jeff glared at him with an annoyed look. "What, are you saying I can't have friends now? First you tell me to make a few friends and now you don't think that they're being nice to me and just joking around?" Jeff shouts, out of breath already. The walls and his surroundings began to blur.

"That isn't what I'm saying, Jeffrey! I'm just worried that maybe they aren't what you think they are." Liu sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose, "What I'm saying is just.. Please be careful." he finished. Jeff just looks down at his feet, looking confused but also hurt. He couldn't believe what his brother said to him. But perhaps maybe he should be more careful around them as they have been making more and more personal jokes about him more than themselves. Jeff looks back at Liu. Liu's face was blank, empty, like a bunch of paint was smeared so it looked like he had no face at all. Jeff blinks and rubs his eyes before looking back at his brother again. That was weird.. Why did it look like Lui's face was melting? This gave Jeff chills run up his back. Maybe it's his imagination.

Jeff stayed silent before he answered, "okay. I'll be careful." he said. Liu leaves the room without another word. Jeff huffs as soon as Liu left him alone in his room. He growled. He can be friends with whoever he wants! Right? Jeff mumbles to himself before he looks over at his pills. Does he really need them? He sighs before wrapping himself in his blanket, laying down. He can just take them tomorrow. Nothing to worry about. Just close your eyes, and sleep. Sleep was important for the human body. Jeff smiled at the thought of finally having new friends.

Jeff's leg shakes and bounced rapidly as he tries to pay attention to the teacher. He breathed heavily as it felt like it was getting hot in the classroom. Was it always this hot in here? The boy's eyes darted around in the classroom, the teacher's voice draining out. His ears began to ring loudly against his eardrums, making him cover his ears. He winces in pain, tears were making his vision blurry. One of Jeff's 'friends', Eric, looked over at him and raised a brow before poking his arm.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asks. Jeff flinched from the touch and slowly looked over at the kid. "Uh… yeah, yeah, I'm fine." he answered before burying his face in his arms. Of course this would happen, he didn't take his pills this morning, or the day before that. Now it's really messing with his head.

"You should've taken your pills like a good boy, Jeffrey…"

That same sinister raspy voice returned in his ear. "Shut up…" Jeff mumbled in his arms trying to think of something happy in his head, like lollipops or his favorite movie, tumblr, anything good that came into mind.

"You know, everyone hates you. They're just waiting for the right moment to embarrass you and make you look like a fool," the voice hissed in his ear. Jeff groaned as he bites his bottom chapped lip, ignoring the voice.

"They hate you. You're a failure. No one wants you, no one will ever care for you. You're a selfish prick who only cares about himself." it continued as the ringing in his ears grew louder. It caused Jeff to pull at his hair, gritting his teeth. Everyone's chatter in the classroom was all a faint mumble as the voice chants louder and louder, almost screaming at him. "FAILURE, FAILURE! YOU'RE A NOBODY, UGLY TRASH! YOUR MOTHER NEVER EVEN WANTED YOU, YOU FUCKING FAILED ABORTION! "

Jeff abruptly stood up from his desk and slammed his fists against the hardwood of his desk. "SHUT UP!" he screamed. The whole class jumped from the suddenness and stared at him, growing quiet. Jeff was panting heavily, the ringing dying down. He looks over at the students staring at him, blinking. Tears were in his eyes, realizing he had put all the attention on himself. He began to tremble when in his mind, all the kids began to laugh, even the teacher as their skin melts off from their faces. He grabs his bag and dashed out of the classroom. In reality, the students looked concerned and confused as the teacher had gone out to chase after him. But Jeff was nowhere to be seen in the school. But, he was okay when his mother found him curled up on the kitchen floor. Instead, she took him to the hospital for a new prescription of his meds since she found the bottle empty in the trash.

Jeff opens his locker, about to put his books away when a note falls onto the floor. He raised his brow before picking it up and unfolded the note. A bit of glitter got on him as he opened it up. In cursive, it read

"Meet me at the park far behind the school at 3pm. I would love to talk to you privately.

-Stephanie "

Jeff's face heats up as he rereads the note. Stephanie Garzia likes him? But she hardly ever talks to him except for that one time when they worked on a project together. So why would she want to talk to him privately? He grew suspicious of the note, but began to think of this as a good thing. Maybe he could get a girlfriend and please his mom? Yeah, that can be a good thing. He thought no one liked him that way, but it seemed he was wrong.

After the last bell rang throughout the school building, Jeff quickly grabbed his things and went out the double doors, taking his bike and went to the park. He didn't bother telling Liu where he was going, thinking it was going to be a quick conversation. As he arrives, Jeff looks around and waits, trying to look for the one and only Stephanie with her beautiful long brunette hair with red highlight streaks. Unfortunately, instead of seeing Stephanie, Jeff heard snickers and giggles behind him, causing him to jump and turn who it was.

"Wow, the little pussy actually showed up." A boy said with a smirk on his face and hands in his pockets. Two other boys were behind him.

"John? I didn't expect you to be here." Jeff said as a knot feeling in his gut began to grow tight. He waves at the other boys. "Hi Eric, hey Charles!" Jeff greets with a friendly smile. Eric looks at Charles before the two look at him with both disgusted but worried looks on their faces. John walks up to Jeff with an annoyed look before shoving him away.

"You're a real dumbass, you know that?" He said mockingly before crossing his arms, continuing, "did you really think Stephanie actually wrote that note?" Jeff was confused before his eyes widened. How did John know about the note? Unless.. "wait.. so, you wrote that?" He asks, looking disappointed.

"Duh! What, you think Stephanie Garzia would ever like a pussy like you? Get fucking real." John walks closer to the boy.

"You're nothing but a scared piece of shit who has problems. What's wrong? Hearing voices in your head again?" He said in a teasing baby voice. Jeff frowned as his cheeks turned red from embarrassment. He should've trusted his gut and had gone home.

"You're such an idiot. They're right you know, you're nothing."

The voice hissed at him as his ears began to ring again. Jeff began to panic as he shook his head. "No, shut up." He said, giving John a glare before he began to search for something in his pocket. Where were they? He didn't take them this morning, mind as well take them now.

"Looking for these?" John holds up a pill bottle and gives it a shake. Jeff looks at him with disbelief. How did he..? "Hey! Give those back, I need those!" He yelled, leaping towards the boy to get them. John simply moved out of the way with a snicker. "Come on Jeff, you don't need these. Why, these are only for old people. What is it Jeff, are you an old man? That makes you a pedophile if you like Stephanie like that!" John yelled.

Going back and forth, Jeff was desperately trying to get his pills back. He didn't want his mom to scold him for wasting another prescription. John lets out a yawn before moving away from Jeff. "This is getting boring. Look Jeff, just stop taking these pills and you'll feel much better." John simply said before he threw the pills into a lake that wasn't too far from them. Jeff looked behind him and stared at the lake as the water swallowed the pills, never to be seen again.

Now Jeff was angry. He turns his head slowly at John and glares at him angrily. Before the bully had any time to react, Jeff threw a punch at his face. "I needed those! Why did you do that, you asshole!" He yells, sounding upset. John winced from the punch and held his cheek before throwing a punch back. "How dare you.. you never punch Johnathan Peinsmith!" He yelled back, punching Jeff again and sent him to the ground. Jeff couldn't feel any pain yet as he was beginning to see red. But when he got up to get closer to the boy, his body froze up in shock as pain shot up from one spot. It was very painful, like getting shot.

"Wha.." Jeff looks down, only to see John's hand gripping on something tightly and that something was inside the side of his gut. Did he just.. stab him? John was in shock at what he did as blood began to soak Jeff's sweater and on his hand. He was panicking before shaking his head. He quickly took his pocket knife out of Jeff and pushed him back to the ground. "Shit.. shit shit. Eric, Charles! Grab the vodka and matches, quick so we can get out of here!" John yelled as he turned around.

The two boys looked at John and didn't move at all, as they were terrified. Were they really doing this? "John, I don't think we should..-" Eric began but he was cut off by his friend. "No! Don't fucking start, just do what I say so we can get out of here!" John yelled. Charles shook in fear as he reached into his backpack and took out a bottle of vodka. He had to steal it from his parents this morning, though he thought they were going to drink it at John's house today. That wasn't the deal at all..

"Fucking hell you're all slow! Give me that." John impatiently snatches the bottle away from Charles and opens it, beginning to pour it on Jeff who was still on the ground, groaning. But he let out a scream of pain when the vodka touched his wound. John kicked Jeff at his side and growled. "Shut up! This is all your fault." He searches around in his pockets before taking out a packet of matches.

"John come on, I think you're going too far!" Charles spoke out before he received a punch in the arm. "God, you two are sounding like my parents. Just shut the fuck up." John spoke. Suddenly he flinched when he heard a voice.

"Jeff? Where are you?" It was Liu. This meant they were going to get in trouble! "Fuck, it's his brother." John mumbled. He quickly lights a match and glares at Jeff. "Just die already." He said before throwing the match on Jeff. Suddenly, his body bursts into flames that was later followed by screams from the now burning boy.

"Quick, run! Let's get out of here!" John yelled at his friends as they quickly ran away and head towards the woods.

Liu heard screams and saw fire ahead of him. His eyes widened and quickly ran towards the fire. "JEFF!" He screams in panic. In just a quick glance, he saw 3 figures disappearing in the woods. Thinking quickly, he began to throw dirt on Jeff while going back and forth with his water bottle and pouring water on Jeff to kill the flames that were consuming his little brother's body. "Jeff! Jeff roll around in the dirt, roll!" He yells, hoping his hearing wasn't damaged just yet. Jeff heard him and began to roll around despite being in so much pain. Slowly but surely the fire was gone and Jeff was converted in ash and burns. His clothing was burnt and had holes in them or barely clung onto him, mostly his sweater.

Jeff pants heavily as he tries to open his eyes to look at his brother. Liu quickly calls 911 while comforting Jeff in the best way possible without touching him. Jeff slowly slips into unconsciousness from being in so much pain and loss of blood from the stab wound.

It's been about 2 months since the incident. Jeff was still in the hospital, trying to cope with being in a hospital for so long. He was wrapped up in bandages as he was covered in burn scars, his stab wound was sewn shut and healing. He lost most of his hair due to the fire burning it off his scalp. Hes been told that his hair will never grow back but with long treatment, they will be able to restore most of his skin and reduce the amount of burn scars. Jeff was severely depressed about what's been happening, and he just wanted to either go home and mope or die. He wished he had died while he was on fire, as the voices didn't stop screaming at him until he lost consciousness. He didn't hear anymore voices for the most part because a nurse had been keeping track of his medication.

Jeff's mother and Liu had been visiting him, trying their best to cheer Jeff up. Liu had told him that they had caught the boys who did this to him, so he's been speaking to the police here and there to get them to Juvie. This made Jeff feel at peace, knowing that they'd get what they deserved. Especially Johnathan. He hates him so much, he wanted to.. to kill him with his own hands.

For the past couple of weeks, it appears that Jeff's nurse has been forgetting to give him his medication, which is causing Jeff to hear the voice once again as a side effect. There was one night that only made things worse. Jeff was breathing heavily, his fingers tugging hard at his left over hair, his feet digging deep into the sheets as he grunts his teeth. The boy let out a whine as he desperately tried to ignore the voice.

"They're all imposters. Nothing is real, it's all fake and you know it. Do it. Get rid of them all so you can go back to normal." The voice hissed, only growing louder. "Maybe then, you won't be hated. You'll be loved by everyone if you just do what I say."

"No, shut up.. I can't. Please.." Jeff whimpered. His heart rate was speeding up on his heart monitor, causing his doctor to quickly run into the room. "Mr. Woods, can you hear me?" The doctor spoke, assuming Jeff was having a panic attack. But the doctor thought wrong as he quickly fills up a syringe with a little something to calm Jeff down. "Now Jeff, if you can hear me, please stay still so I can give you this sedative." He said calmly.

Jeff looks up at the doctor when he heard him and his eyes widened. In his mind, he saw the mans face melting, looking like it was being smudged away with only creepy white eyes on his face. He heard mumbling coming from the doctor but the more he looks, the more this man becomes a strange lanky black creature, reaching towards him.

"It's going to hurt you, quickly dispose of it." The voice demanded. Jeff screams, believing the voice that he was going to get hurt. The doctor was about to call for assistance, but Jeff jumped up from his bed, grabbed the metal staff holding his liquids and whacked the man on the head. The doctor was then brought to the floor, passed out from the hit. Jeff stares at what he did, but in his head, the world around him was growing worse. Jeff put down the staff and ripped out the small needles that were connected to him and looked around. Where was he again? Was this even the hospital? The walls around him were darker than they were before. When he saw the creature's unconscious body, he realized that others could have heard it. He quickly takes the needle and stabs the creature's neck to keep it from coming back and pushes it under the table. Black ooze began to leave from the neck and over Jeff's hands.

"Those creatures are hideous and dangerous. They all want to kill and use you. Run. Run.. RUN, RUN! " the voice yells in Jeff's ears, making him wince and whine. "Shut up, shut up!" He yells before running out of the room. He runs down the dark hallway, seeing more of those creatures look and stare at him while others attempt to chase after him. He runs faster before getting to a window. He couldn't see any elevators or exits, so he grabs a table and whacks it against the window before it finally breaks and jumps out.

In the real world, some doctors and nurses, even some security tried to get to Jeff to take him down and stabilize him but he was too quick on his feet. After jumping from the second story window, Jeff had ran deep into the woods, ignoring all sounds around him. The cops came to try and find him but couldn't find him anywhere. They even tried his home, but he wasn't there, making his mother and brother worry what had happened to him. Meanwhile, Jeff had hidden deep inside an abandoned sewer tunnel just underneath a small hill behind some bushes and trees. He curls up, holding his knees to his chest as he lets out quiet sobs, wondering what just happened and questioning his existence. He mumbles as he rocks himself, trying to calm his heart down.

"It's gonna be okay. I'm okay, it's going to be okay.. go to sleep, just go to sleep, it'll be okay." He mumbles to himself quietly. The voice slowly began to die down from screaming at him, his ears still ringing slightly as he closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

"Easy.. don't burn it or you'll be eating charcoal, boy." A man says as he sits by the fire, smoking his cigarette. He was a fairly large man, but mostly fit, having a very scruffy beard and green eyes. His red hair was long enough to be in a ponytail.

"Sorry Harold. I won't burn it." A young boy replied to the man named Harold. The boy was covered in burn scars, only wearing a beanie to cover what was left of his hair from his burnt scalp. He wore a hunters vest and a dark green sweater underneath it with some jeans and boots. He also wore fingerless gloves to keep his hands warm. Harold looks over at him and sighs. "You've been with me for about three months now, Jeffrey. You should know how to properly cook deer meat without burning it." He said, taking another puff of his cigarette.

Jeff rolls his eyes as he flips the meat over its other side on the skillet, being careful of the grease that jumps out on him here and there. It was true.. it's been three months ever since Harold found him sleeping in that abandoned sewer tunnel, wearing a hospital gown, covered in blood stains and mud. He couldn't remember what happened or how it happened. He didn't even remember his own family. All he knew was that his name was Jeff. He hasn't heard the voices in awhile, but they would pop up here and there to tell him horrible things, but he's kept that away from Harold.

Harold was going to turn him into the authorities, but instead decided to keep him as his own son since he was in trouble with the authorities as well. So, he's been taking care of Jeff ever since. Jeff's burn scars had been slowly fading but they were still there, especially on his face. Harold had to get rid of every mirror in his home because everytime Jeff looked at his reflection, he would go into an episode and try to kill either him or himself, wrecking the place so he's been careful. Jeff was wondering what his face looks like while cleaning it up but Harold would always clean his face for him. He even wondered if his real family was even looking for him.. he was starting to remember a bit-

"Hey hey, careful you're burning it!" Harold yells at Jeff as he quickly takes the fork from Jeff to flip the meat over once more. Jeff blinked as he didn't realize he was spacing out. "Sorry.. having an off day today.." he says as he looks down, resting his chin on his hand. "I think I'm beginning to remember my family, Harold." Jeff mentions. Harold paused after moving the skillet away from the fire pit and looked at him. The bear of a man seemed a bit.. disappointed. "Are you sure? If you're serious about this then.. we're gonna have to get you packed up." He said. Jeff began to think long and hard. He can see something coming to the back of his mind, a name forming. He starts to concentrate, closing his eyes.

"Liu.. Liu Woods." He mentions. Harold splits the meat and puts one half on a plate, handing it to Jeff. The boy happily takes it as he's been hungry for awhile. "Liu, eh? Interesting name." Harold says. The two were silent as they ate their dinner before Harold glanced at Jeff, clearing his throat. "Tomorrow morning, we can start searching for anyone named Liu Woods. Sound good?" He suggests. Jeff shrugs his shoulders as he finishes eating. He puts the plate down before getting up off the log he was sitting on and stretches. "I guess. I'm gonna turn in early." He replies before stuffing his hands in his pockets, walking inside the cabin not far from their fire pit. Harold shakes his head and grumbles. He was going to miss that boy. That damn crazy boy.

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Jeff was trembling as he stared at what he had done. Knife in hand and covered in blood. He could feel his stomach churning, about to throw up as his vision blurs from his tears. On the hardwood floor laid Harold's body, his chest facing the floor while several stab wounds could be seen on his back, blood slowly oozing out from the deep wounds. Jeff can't calm his heart down as his mind races. His ears began to ring, the voice coming back again.

"He was worthless. He was about to call the cops you know, be lucky I saved you. After all, now that he's gone.. you can look in the mirror." It told him. Jeff swallowed hard as he shakily looked at his hands. He killed a man.. he felt as though this feeling was familiar, like he's done it before. He can feel his body moving without wanting to move. But, instead of resisting, he accepts it. Jeff slowly walks out from the living room and into what was once Harold's bedroom. There, he saw a singular mirror above a dresser. He walks towards it and turns on the light to see better and what he saw, almost made him break down.

"Look at yourself, Jeff. Look good and clear. You're fucking ugly, no one will love you like that. But, if you smile, maybe people will tolerate you." It says to him. Jeff stares at his reflection, lifting up his shaky hand with the knife and looks closely. He took the blade of the kitchen knife and began to dig deep at the corner of his mouth. From there, his screams of pain and agony were heard from inside the cabin, but muffled from within the walls. After he had carved a smile on his face, it took Jeff time to recollect his thoughts and stop sobbing. He looks in the mirror, seeing a bloody mess on his face, but he can see he was smiling. It took hours for Jeff to realize he has lost a lot of blood from carving his face, but not enough to get him to pass out. "What am I doing.. gotta clean.." he mumbles as his cheeks were throbbing in pain. He puts the knife down and began to clean his face, cleaning off the now dry blood before bandaging up his face to keep the deep cuts from getting infected. He looked at the mirror again and didn't like how he looked now without his 'smile'. He looks down and began to clean up his hands and the knife, being careful to not cut himself.

After some deep thinking, Jeff was beginning to think that the voice in his head was actually his own. These were his thoughts.. memories began to flood back to him, thinking how he came to be. He remembered as a little boy, he was diagnosed with schizophrenia after talking to himself and telling his mom and therapist that a voice was telling him to do things that didn't seem like normal children would do. Like for instance, killing their family cat, almost jumping out their 8 story apartment building, or even just fighting another boy his age for no reason. But it seems as though the more Jeff started to think, the more he figured he doesn't have a mental illness. These were his thoughts. He was beginning to hate society more and more to the point he broke a small dresser from kicking into it anymore. No wonder he was so fucked, those medications kept him from having his own thoughts. Jeff came to the conclusion that those who have wronged him deserve to die. Including his own mother.. his whole life was hell because of that bitch and those around her. But how can he kill her without being noticed? As soon as he thought of that, Jeff turned his head to a mask that Harold was making for him for his birthday. An idea comes to Jeff as he walks towards the mask and grabs some paint. Perfect.

Epilogue

After killing his mother but leaving his brother alone, Jeffrey went on a killing spree. As summer rolled around, Jeff attacked a family of 3, all while they were asleep around 2 in the morning. Each family he killed during the year, the worse he's gotten, mentally. It appears now his killings are more gruesome at night. Instead of just stabbing or slicing their throat, he waits until they're awake, disturbed by his presence before stabbing their stomachs and leaving their intestines hanging from their beds. Now the year is 2021, and the police still had no lead on where to find Jeff at all. It almost appears he just vanishes from the scene without any evidence to track him down.

One of the survivors of Jeff, managed to tell the police what exactly happened that night on April 12th, around 11pm. The killer would whisper in the victim's ear "I'm sorry" before the following "go to sleep." The victim described Jeff to be wearing a mask that was painted to just be a smile with sharp teeth and holes for his eyes to look through. He wears a dark green sweater with a brown vest, fingerless gloves and black jeans. He wore heavy boots to kick down his victims anytime they tried to get up and call for help. The victim told police that they managed to kick the mask off, only to see a face covered in burn scars and a scar that formed a smile on his cheeks that reached from ear to ear.

During those 7 long years, Jeff had killed over a thousand people, still no sign of him from police. Of course, the death count still continues to rise until December 20th, 2022. There were no more killings, no more bodies and despair.

Alongside the road on highway 99 of Rhode Island, laid Jeff's body. He had multiple stab wounds made from himself all over his body, his sides and his neck. The weapon used to kill all those people, was found resting in his hand, still covered with fresh blood. He was pronounced dead to the public, taking his last breath around 4 in the afternoon, December 21st 2022.

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Just your luck

Prompt: "Stop laughing at me!" "You've never called me that before, I like it."

Pairings: Steven Grant/Marc Spector x sorcerer!Reader, Khonshu x sorcerer!Reader

Warnings: language, grammar(english is not my first language😭), not beta'd or whateves, No spoilers! :D, this a bit of a crack fic but generally fluff, and characters might be ooc :')

Summary: Baking aftermath in a nutshell starring clumsy reader, overprotective bird god, a mercenary that loves to tease, and a sweet sweet 'gift shop-ist'.

Word count: *clears throat* I- uh..around 2.2k+ words..... eheh😅

A/n: Greetings everyone!! I decided to participate the lovely Rose's(@beautifulbows924) prompt challenge and here is my entry! I am still learning how to write stories so do forgive me if its a little meh lmAo. hope you guys enjoy it! 😊💞 ngl im a bit nervous posting this one HAHAHA

Note 2: Text in pink is the prompt; Bold dialouge is Khonshu speaking; Blue and Red dialogue is Steven and Marc, respectively, speaking/talking in their head.

You deeply sigh, just your luck huh?

You were baking. You were successful on that part, which made you a tad suspicious seeing as you sometimes don't accomplish a task so easily but then, you looked around. The absolute mess you've made in your kitchen is so ridiculous that you wondered how you did not notice it.

Nearly every inch of your counter and your apron is covered in flour, you probably even have it on your face. Used bowls and spoons are strewn around the room. The whisk you used dripping batter on the floor, when you saw it you snatched it before it could make more mess and surprise, surprise! You slipped because why would your floor not also be covered with flour, and landed painfully on your butt. 

Which brings you to your current predicament, laying on the floor covered with flour- hah! that rhymed- as your butt throbbed from the impact with a whisk in one hand. All you wanted was to surprise your lovers, Marc, Steven and Khonshu, with a delightful home baked pastry that are simply cookies filled with Nutella (not sponsored by™) when they arrive from their trip from the groceries.

You want to sit up and clean the mess around you, actually you could just clean this mess with a simple spell, but the floor is much more comfortable at the moment. Hopefully, they wouldn't come home too early.

You hear the doorknob jingle and click. Oh shit. Are you seriously being robbed at this very moment of time?! You raise the whisk, waiting for the right opportunity to hit the intruder when-

"Hey, sweetheart!"

Oh it's just Marc. You drop your hand back to your side.

WAIT IT'S MARC. THAT MEANS-

"Beloved! What in the world happened?!"

Khonshu's home too. His booming voice full of worry echoing in your messy kitchen as he drops his staff in a haste to kneel to your side and aid you. Not that it's a bad thing that he's home but he usually goes over the top when it comes to your well-being.

"Why- what happened?! Are they hurt?! Where are they?!" ..So do the two..

"I'm fiiinnne!" You answer one of their many questions. Juuust your luck huh?

"We could never be that certain until we check, are you sure you're alright?-" As the god inquires, Marc carefully goes over to you both, mindful of his steps and crouched behind you.

Did they really have to be home early on this very lucky day! 

You nod as you try to sit up, Khonshu places his rough hand on your back to assist you, Marc follows suit as he puts his hand on your waist and then places one on your head, looking for any signs of wounds. You can hear him mumble to himself, "I'm checking! I'm checking!" Steven is probably nagging him to thoroughly check for any signs of injury.

"I'm fine, I'm fine! Just fell on my ass 's all.." You reassure them with a smile, well trying to give them a smile as you couldn't help but to frown, scrunch your nose and hiss as you finally get to sit up. Your ass hurts like a bitch man. 

Your pained face made Khonshu menacingly ask with a growl, "Who did this to you, little one?"

And there it is, overprotective bird god.

"Woah, lover bird, cool it..I did this to myself." You reassure the Egyptian deity mindlessly as you place your hand on his forearm, while you try to put the battered whisk on top of the counter while still on the floor. 

Lover bird? Khonshu repeats in his head.

Marc takes the liberty to end your suffering and takes the whisk from your hands and places it on the full sink and asks, "You what?"

You thank him before continuing, "No, not like that! I meant- gods I would not intentionally hurt myself like this- I was just baking something up before you guys arrived- which I did successfully by the way they're cooling in the fridge if you need evidence."

Khonshu had stopped dead in his tracks, lover bird? He wasn't even listening to what you had said after that anymore, as the nickname echoes inside his skull. He usually brushes off the nicknames you give them, it's just this one that stirred something inside him and made him blank out. 

You didn't seem to notice Khonshu's reaction to the nickname nor did you pay mind to what just slipped from your lips as you continued to babble about what you were doing while they were gone that led to this mess.

Marc notices the god's behavior as he listens to you- and so did Steven, "Oh..oh my days, is- is he -for the lack of better word- blushing?!" The american chuckles at the brit's observation, and the realization of the ridiculousness of the whole situation just made him laugh more.

Marc's chuckling behind you made you stop and look up at him, ah yes..the dreaded embarrassment of the aftermath of your predicament.

You huff and glare up at him, "Don't- It's not- Marc I swear-" Your warnings that are interrupted by your own snort, and Khonshu's aloof state, egged the mercenary's laughter to continue and increase in volume. 

"Stop- Stop laughing at me!" You whine between giggles, your cheeks flaring red, still oblivious to the state of your other lover that is knelt in one knee beside you.

"S-sweetheart-" He tries to form coherent sentences, but his laughter stops him from doing so. "I- I'm not-" 

You groan in annoyance and bite your lip to stop yourself from grinning. Chuckles bubbles in your throat as Marc continues to have the time of his life. 

"Maaaarc!" you shriek and gather some of the scattered flour and throw it at him which didn't do anything helpful, besides staining Marc's jeans, but instead it made him howl in laughter and tickled your nose and- 

"Achoo!!"

Khonshu finally breaks out from his trance, if he had eyelids he would've been blinking rapidly. He glances over to you. 

"S-orry." You apologize between giggles as you use your shirt to rub your nose. 

"It's- It's..okay, dear one. How about you stand, hm? Let's get you cleaned up and tidy up the kitchen." Says the god, unable to stop his stuttering. He silently praised the heavens for not having skin on his face or else you and Marc(and probably Steven and Jake) would've seen a very red Khonshu.

The god silently huffs and glares at his fist of vengeance, he's wiping away the tears that are forming on the corner of his eyes. He's annoyed that Marc didn't help you up while he was…out of it… and also because his avatar probably noticed his unresponsiveness.

"I think- yeah, I can. Hold on-" Your giggling continues, too giddy to notice his stuttering, as you fold one knee and lean your weight to that side before folding your other knee and stand. You were about to fall again as you lost your balance, cussing at Marc's infectious laughter and futile aid, but Khonshu was able to catch you in his bandaged arms, "Be careful." He sternly yet softly scolded as you clutched on him. 

You apologized and thanked the deity. Surveying the state of the kitchen, "I really made quite a mess, didn't I?" you voiced your thoughts as your giggling dies down, Marc calming down along with you.

Knonhsu chuckles while Marc snorts. Khonshu then raises his arms, his staff wooshes to his hand, "Don't worry, moonstone. I'll fix this, Marc, how about you clean her up-" 

"I'm glad of your concern but I can clean myself up, mo-WOAH!-" 

Yep. you slipped once again but it was Marc that caught you this time.

"You were saying?" "Shush up and let's just go to the bathroom."

~~

After you took a refreshing bath, Steven was the one fronting and had changed their clothes to a clean and comfy one. He also laid some comfy clothes on your bed, bless him. You put them on and carefully made your way to the living room, not risking slipping and hurting yourself again. (The aching of your butt had just become bearable.)

You found the two lounging on the couch, munching on the treats you made a while ago that led to quite an event for each of you. You glance over to the kitchen and find it spotless. You hum, greatful for your wonderful lovers.

"I hope it tastes good, I wasn't able to taste test one so I really don't know if it's good or nah.." You say as you beelined to the couch.

"It tathe- sho goodth-" Steven exclaims with his mouth full of cookies, crumbs flying out of his mouth as he spoke. You found it cute but the god beside him says otherwise, "Ugh! Steven! You're making a mess!" "Sweetie, please don't talk with your mouth full." "Steven!..."

The brit apologizes after swallowing the food and offered you some. You took one as you gently nudged his and Khonshu's knees, they part and give you space in the middle allowing you to sink down on the couch with them on each of your side. You silently munch on your cookie as you watch the movie Steven picked. Khonshu lays his arm behind you on top of the backrest of the sofa while Steven half-leans his head on your shoulder. You softly smile at the 'giftshop-ist' before wrapping your arms around his shoulder to make him more comfortable.

"Better?" "Much. Thanks, love." He kisses your cheek in appreciation, leaving crumbs on your face. You laugh at his shocked expression as he saw the mess he left on your face. 

"It's fine Steven!" "You sure?" he asks the umpteenth time as he wipes the crumbs off of your cheeks. "One hundred percent." You firnly told him and kiss his nose to further reassure the man. He blushes at the gesture and finally settles back under your arms. 

"I just want to say.." "Hm?" "What?" "Please don't." "We're a batch made in heaven." A hearty a laugh and groans, one that is booming and audible to you while the other only Steven could hear, fills the room.

Half an hour into the movie, Steven has fallen fast asleep on your side. The cookie tray, now half empty, lays on the coffee table in front of you. Your free hand being held by Khonshu's rough, larger ones, caressing your knuckles with his thumbs as you two continue to watch the film. You were a little worried though, he hasn't spoken a word since it stared and he usually has something to say whenever you all would watch a movie. May it be witty comments or criticism or just bashing on the actor's appearance. Did the incident earlier really scare him?

You gave him a glance, he looks fine to you (as he always do) and didn't seem to be troubled, his breathing is even and-

"You're staring, dear one." He murmurs, taking Steven's sleeping state into consideration. 

"Sorry, can't help it." You whisper back, grinning up to the god before turning your attention back to the screen. 

He chuckles before asking, "Is something troubling you?" 

"Funnily enough I wanted to ask you that question.." You mumble as you remove your hand from his grasp and place it above his, carressing his knuckles this time. "Is something troubling you, Khon?"

See, this was what he meant awhile ago. Nicknames don't bother him but dear heavens did that phrase stuck to him, the reason why he had been silent the whole time.

"Lover bird." He stated plainly and looked over you. Your brows furrow at his statement, "Wha?" You chuckle in confusion. 

"You called me lover bird, a while ago…" 

Your head tilts to the side as your eyes squint, trying to remember- "oh!" You exclaimed but immediately covered your mouth as you remember, both at what you said and at the fact that Steven is sleeping on your side.

Khonshu's chest deeply rumbles as he chortles, raising the hand that was resting on the backrest as he runs his digits through your hair. "You've never called me that before.."

"Oh? Yeah..I haven't..Do you want me to drop it or-"

"I like it, dear one." He interrupts you as he stops his ministrations on your hair, cupping your face and caresses your cheek with the back of his fingers.

"O-oh.." Physical affection from Khonshu is not new to you. Especially after you were able to cast some spell that would allow him to interact with the things in your plane of existence, with his help of course. Sure it got you in trouble but it was worth it. 

"Well..that settles it then, lover bird." You tease with a grin, leaning to his now open palm. Khonshu only huffs at your teasing and turns his attention back to the television. 

"Don't get smug on me, little wizard."

"I'm not a wizard!" 

"Hm, sure. Steven begs to differ."

"Wh- oh! Steven, darling, sorry! I woke you up didn't I? I'm so sorry!!"

"It's fine, love-"

"Who decided to 'cast' this insolent? Can't even portray a very simple emotion properly!"

Aaand there he is. 

The two continue to banter back and forth about the movie as you lay there in the middle of it, grinning at the scene before you as they held you while they were at it. 

Just your luck..to have these people in your life.

[dancingazaleas]

eren yeager, mikasa ackerman, jean kirstein | obedience (smut)

PLEASE THIS TRIO CAN RUN A TRAIN ON ME IDC

also thank u to these sexy whores for supporting the idea and inspiring me😫: @kuroosperiodictable @tsukkeishimaa @izukine @shisoaya @erimins @rintarouss @x6nji @txzierbaby @piscesfairies @ikigaitooru (even though u don’t watch aot LMAO)

edit: this has been in my drafts for weeks so i apologize if it’s horrible i just want it out😭

warnings/notes: cursing, smut, nsfw, foursome, daddy kink, switch!mikasa, f!reader, softdom!jean, dom!eren, polyamory, fxf, mxm if u squint, impact play, spit kink, double penetration, oral sex, fingering, anal, dumbification, and aftercare

mikasa’s skin feels cool against your’s as she gathers you into her strong arms. her chest is flush against your back, a bashful pink reaching down to her neck as she stares at you and then back up.

before the two of you stand your beautiful boyfriends, jean and eren, one looking more intimidating than the other. both had rid themselves of their shirts and their pants, leaving them in their plaid and plain boxers.

mikasa’s hands spread your legs open, leaving your pussy on display to eren and jean.

“can you show them how wet you are,” mikasa whispers in your ear, rubbing circles on your inner thighs.

you oblige without complaint, using your index and middle finger to spread your lips open for view. you shifted uncomfortably at eren and jean’s intense gazes, finally using your voice for the first time you’ve been put in this situation.

“are you gonna do something or are you gonna just gawk,” you try to nudge a foot in their direction, but your thigh being held by the ever-so obedient mikasa.

“watch your tone,” eren tells you, placing his knees on the edge of the bed and leaning towards you.

“listen to us,” jean says softly, joining eren on the bed.

you roll your eyes but let out a whimper whenever eren blows cold air onto your clit, toes curling while your hips jerk. mikasa’s hands rest on your tits due to eren’s hands replacing her own. jean’s kissing mikasa on the lips gently, pulling away with a soft and approving smile.

“wanna kiss, baby,” he asks you, watching how your bite your lip at the feeling of eren’s wet tongue licking strips into your cunt and circles into your clit.

“n...no,” you pant and turn your head away.

“(name),” mikasa says quietly when she realizes the soft pouting of jean, “give jean a kiss. he’s sad.”

you choke out a moan while your hips buck into eren’s face. you manage to turn to jean, who kisses you just as gentle as he kissed mikasa moments ago.

eren sucks on your clit in the middle of your kiss, hoping to cockblock jean just a bit longer.

and it works, seeing as you pull away from the kiss with a moan, “cumming, cumming!”

mikasa nips at your shoulder and gropes your chest, eyes staring into eren and jean’s to check for permission. jean encourages the orgasm while eren looks frustrated.

“hold on a little longer,” she mumbles as a compromise, “you’ll be allowed to come soon.”

“yes... yes ma’am,” you pant, shutting your eyes.

“good girl,” jean smiles while he pats mikasa on the head.

“eren, give mikasa a little treat. she’s so good for us,” jean praises.

“you come do it since you’re askin’,” eren scoffs and pulls away, now laying down in the spot next to mikasa and lazily palming his cock through his boxers.

jean hums in agreement, but you know that he’s a little annoyed at eren’s laziness. you shimmy your body a little, trying to make mikasa’s cunt more accessible for jean. mikasa whimpers in your ear while jean starts to eats her out, staring intently at mikasa’s flushed face.

“mikasa,” eren calls while shuffling his pants off of him, “go ahead and touch (name).”

mikasa struggles to answer, but thankfully eren’s feeling just a bit merciful today—or maybe it was cause he was taking off his boxers. you watch excitedly as mikasa’s dainty hand trails down your body and to your clit.

“can i finger her,” mikasa bites her lip, trying to ignore the attention jean is giving to her cunt.

eren nods while he spits on the palm of his hand, slowly stroking his cock with lazy movements.

“please, ma’am,” you turn to look at mikasa, who’s struggling just as much as you are.

mikasa inserts two of her fingers inside of you, accidentally bucking her hips and moaning from jean’s fingers slipping inside of her. it has her fingers thrusting deeper then they were meant to, a small mewl falling from your lips.

sloppily, mikasa starts to thrust her fingers in and out of you as she cries out jean’s title.

“‘s okay. you can come, baby,” he smiles up at mikasa, “eren can decide for our little princess there.”

mikasa turns her head to eren, who fists his cock with one hand and the other resting at the back of his head. it’s almost like he’s bored and not watching his three partners fuck one another some way or another.

eren’s teal eyes drift down to your needy face, hips desperately trying to get mikasa’s fingers to thrust into you faster and deeper.

“fuck her with your fingers like the slut she is,” eren hums with half lidded eyes.

mikasa nods and before she can even move her hand, she throwing her head back against the pillows. she’s moaning out jean’s name as she hits her orgasm, pulling her fingers out of you to grip the sheets below her.

“thank you, thank you,” she whimpers when jean pulls away wiping his mouth.

“such a good girl,” eren smirks, “unlike your little princess there.”

mikasa breathes heavily when she looks at your face. her hand is shakily until she slips her fingers back inside of you and curling her fingers. you try bucking your hips upwards, only to be held down by mikasa’s stronger hand.

“patient,” she sighs, fingering you more speedily.

you nod your head and grip onto the hand that’s on your hip. the sight almost has eren and jean in awe as they can barely manage to get you to listen on their own.

“please,” you pant and try to hold down your hips.

“you can come,” mikasa slips her hand from your’s and uses it to start rubbing tight circles into your clit.

you arch your back against mikasa’s skin while calling out her name. mikasa let’s out a deep sigh as she continues her gentle rubbing, helping you ride out your first orgasm of the night. when she pulls her hands away your hips chase after them along with a whine.

jean helps you off of mikasa’s body, now laying next to her. you cuddle into her side while rubbing your thighs together, tugging on her muscular arm in need.

“(name),” eren calls and you turn your head, “daddy’s gonna take care of you next, alright?”

before you can even react, mikasa agrees for you. jean smiles and holds your thighs apart while he watches you reach for mikasa’s hand.

“‘s okay, princess. he won’t hurt you,” eren mumbles lazily and guides your other hand to his cock, “and if he does, you probably deserve it.”

jean slowly thrusts himself into you, shuddering as he throws his head back. mikasa puts her free hand onto your tummy, humming at the small bulge that she feels under her palm.

“how’s it feel, baby,” mikasa whispers into your ear.

“‘s full, ‘m so full,” you whine, looking to jean with your bottom lip jutted out.

“can you tell me who’s filling you right now,” jean rolls his hips while eren pants quietly.

“go on, tell him,” eren grunts while you fuck his cock with your fist.

“daddy,” you whimper whenever his thrusts become more powerful, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room, “full of daddy’s cock.”

eren groans at your whimper, throwing his forearm over his eyes. you buck your hips whenever jean thrusts harshly against you, the tip of his cock pecking at your cervix. he grunts and places his hand on your neck and the other next to your head, jackhammering greedily.

“pl-please...!” you cry and accidentally tighten your grip on eren’s cock, not enough to hurt, but enough to have him shooting his load onto your hand.

his groans slip into soft moans as he rides through it by grinding his hips smoothly into your hand. you can’t even stare at your messy hand if you wanted to, jean’s thrusting is too fast and intense for you to see clearly.

“clean her hand up, baby,” you hear eren say to mikasa, who jumps at the opportunity. you shudder at the feeling of her tongue against your fingers.

you throw your head back and feel tears prick at your eyes.

“‘m gonna cum! please... lemme cum ‘kasa,” you’re almost sobbing and the sight has eren laughing.

“go ahead, cum all over your daddy’s cock,” eren gripes at your tit while he nuzzles his nose into your hair.

“you can come, love,” mikasa’s voice grants you permission, “can you beg for him too as well?”

“daddy! pl-please make me cum, please,” your hips start to buck almost wildly even whenever mikasa throws an arm around them.

jean squeezes your neck a little, taking your breath away as your eyes roll into the back of your head. you moan almost obnoxiously but it makes your lovers smile nonetheless.

“fuck,” jean groans at the feeling of your pussy hugging his cock.

“look at that princess, he’s about to come in you,” eren grabs your jaw with rough fingers, shaking your head back and forth, “gonna milk all of daddy’s cock, huh?”

“you’re taking it so well, love. taking jeany’s cock so well,” mikasa kisses your neck.

mikasa’s words have jean hitting his peak with a breathy groan. his eyes flutter as he pulls himself out, watching at how his seed starts to dribble out of you.

jean scoops the sticky liquid with his fingers and shoves it back inside of you along with his fingers. you yelp from both overstimulation and surprise.

“we’re not done, baby,” you feel mikasa smile against your school as you give a confused hum.

mikasa stands from the bed, rummaging through a drawer on your dresser. mikasa pulls a strap along with some lube, tossing it to jean while he shuffles his body to lay under your’s. he catches it easily and then hands it to eren, who’s admiring the view of your almost fucked out cunt.

“prep her for me,” jean huffs while mikasa helps jean shimmy the strap onto your almost limp body.

hissing, you curl your toes at eren’s index finger covered in lube slowly entering your ass. mikasa settles herself on top of you, hovering over the strap. you’re 100% sure that jean’s losing feeling in his legs or stomach.

the feeling of eren’s finger in your ass is foreign and slightly uncomfortable, especially whenever mikasa lowers herself down on the strap with a shaky sigh. the pressure of mikasa’s body on top of your’s makes you groan due to the way it makes eren’s fingers so much more intense.

you squeeze onto the hands mikasa’s presented you with whenever eren adds another finger. you hiss at the small sting you get as eren manages to scissor his fingers.

“it’s okay, princess, eren’s takin’ care of you,” jean’s voice is laced with reassurance that has you relaxing.

you’re about to reply but are interrupted by your moan as eren starts to pump his fingers inside of you. sighing shakily, you bury your face into jean’s neck.

“does it feel good,” mikasa flutters her eyelashes while subtly rocking her hips.

“not yet,” jean scolds whenever his hand comes down on her hips.

eren laughs breathlessly at the exchange, slipping another slick finger inside of your ass. you yelp and let go of one mikasa’s hands to cover your mouth. you bite down whenever eren curls his fingers inside of you, squeezing your eyes shut while tears fell from them.

mikasa pulls your hand away from your mouth, intertwining your fingers once more, “no covering your mouth.”

you only nod wearily at her command, too focused on how eren’s fingers fuck into your ass with fervor. and after one last stretch of his fingers, he pulls them out of you while telling jean that you should be ready enough.

eren coats jean’s cock with lube, a teasing smile set on his face while jean grunts. once eren’s had his fill of taunting, he helps jean’s cock slip inside of your ass.

you would moan if it weren’t for the feeling of jean being in your throat instead of your ass. jean, however, is groaning with no abandon at just how snug your ass is around his cock.

“fucking shit,” he pants while gritting his pearly white teeth.

“feel good,” eren snickers, starting to line himself up with your slit.

eren brushes off how jean’s ignored him, now slipping his cock inside of your cunt after he’s spit on his cock. you groan loudly at eren slipping inside of you with jean following along.

“fuck, eren, i can feel you,” jean sighs and throws his head back against the pillow it rests upon.

eren’s in the same condition, completely still as his hips are flush against your pelvis.

“can we move,” mikasa rolls her hips once more, transferring more and more pressure onto your tummy.

you’re completely gone at this point, the combined feeling of jean and eren inside of you at the same time with the added pressure of mikasa is the only thing you manage to think of.

it just gets worse whenever all three of them start to move. it’s overwhelming, so much to the point of you already creaming on eren’s cock with a high pitched whine.

“barely done anything and she’s already cummin’,” eren pants, continuing to thrust wildly into you.

you can’t reply, can’t think. the only thing you can do is moan and cum over and over again.

mikasa guides your hand to her puffy clit, your muscle memory automatically rubbing circles into the nub. she whimpers and keens slightly, firm hands planted on your torso. she bounces up and down on the silicone dick that she’s strapped onto your body.

you back your hips by accident, slamming right into mikasa’s sweet spot. she moans loudly, mixing in with your own and the panting of jean and eren. you can barely move your hips, so you decide to make up for it by fastening the pace of your fingers on her clit.

she throws her head back with a whine, hips jerking back and forth sloppily as she comes closer and closer to her orgasm.

luckily, a particularly hard thrust from jean has you bucking up into mikasa harshly. it manages to make her come with pretty tears sliding down her cheeks and onto your chest.

when she’s done riding through her orgasm, she’s flopping on the bed next to jean and watching contently.

you sob at eren’s almost inhuman speed, arching your back against jean’s body. jean grunts at how you subconsciously clench around him, broken grunts and moans echoing in your ear.

“i’m close,” he pants and pistons himself in and out of you with greed.

“me too,” eren bites his lip, while you feeling yourself starting to orgasm again.

your moan is basically a wall as your hips convulse between eren and jean’s bodies.

your tightening around the both of them has them hitting their own peak, throaty grunts spilling from their lips as them pump their seed inside of you.

they pull out once they’re done riding out their highs, gently setting you down and laying you between all of them.

“you with us, love,” mikasa asks with a hand placed on your cheek while eren runs to get a warm rag.

you only blink at her words, slowly followed along with a hum. she kisses at your tear stained cheeks.

“did so well for us,” eren showers your face with smooches and you shiver at the warm rag wiping away the cum away from your body. jean hands the rag to eren when he’s done wiping off the cum off of his own body.

“such a good girl,” jean praises as he starts to massage your tense thighs.

you grunt again, eyes starting to flutter close. eren throws the now dirty rag across the room—after mikasa’s cleaned herself as well—cuddling into you after he’s pulled his hair from its bun.

“she’s gonna fall asleep, jean,” mikasa says while beckoning everyone under the covers.

jean scurries to spoon eren, kissing him on his cheek before getting himself comfortable.

and you do exactly that, bathing in the heat that all of your lovers shower you in.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

that kind of morning, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You’re really bad at waking up. Big sleepyhead with foggy memory kind of bad. Your brain is on autopilot. Hm, kind of hard to pilot when everything seems out of place. And you’re mildly hungover. Ow. You just ran into a muscular chest. Who could that be?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; morning after a wild night; graphic descriptions of sexual acts and a tiny bit of smut–while on the phone (fem reader, nipple play, dry humping, hint of a handjob); non-idol!BTS; basically sleepy and slightly hungover reader trying to piece together life lmao

–

Most people make their worst decisions at night.

Not you. You make your worst decisions in the morning. 

Maybe it's because you don't drink coffee.

"Ow!"

Was your bed always that high? Huh. You squinted in the sunlight filtering through the window, far too bright for your sensitive eyes. Instead, you occupied yourself with sniffing the t-shirt you were wearing. It smelled clean, like fabric softener. Also, it was white. Generally, you didn't buy white shirts since they dirtied easily. A miracle that this one wasn't stained. 

You stumbled through the bedroom door – was it always that far? – and smacked your nose into a wall. 

"Ow!"

"Ah!"

A moving wall. Wait, not a wall. A shirtless guy. Oh. It had been that kind of night. 

You rubbed your nose. "Erm, hello. You're still here, huh?" you mumbled. 

The guy blinked at you. "What do you mean? This is my apartment."

Oh. That's why everything seemed unfamiliar. Now that you looked at him, he was pretty attractive. Long dark hair, large brown eyes, dark brows, shapely pink lips with a mole underneath his lower lip. He had two more on his nose and cheek. Lightly tanned skin and a cute confused face. Huh. Nice muscles too. Good for him. 

"Alright, I'll be on my way then, uh..." you trailed off awkwardly, pushing past him. The events of last night were hazy and your head hurt a little, although not so bad that you couldn't function. You were just poorly functioning because you weren't a morning person. 

"Do you want coffee or something?" the guy asked, following you. He sounded a little worried. 

"Nah, I don't drink coffee," you muttered, holding onto the wall as you walked down the unfamiliar narrow hallway. "Stains your teeth."

Speaking of teeth, your breath was probably awful. Hopefully that poor guy didn't breathe near you. Come to think of it, this wasn't what you were wearing last night. It was probably his shirt, considering the large size. Where were your clothes? Oh, look, a bathroom. 

"I could order us some breakfast," the guy continued as you stuck your head into the bathroom and saw the sink. There was a black toothbrush and a crumpled tube of toothpaste, definitely not yours. A black cup for rinsing one's mouth, with a winking emoji printed on it. A black shirt bunched up and half-falling off the sink. Deodorant. Cologne. You picked it up and sniffed it. A clean scent. Didn't make you want to throw up. Awesome. 

You flicked on the faucet and shoved your hands under it. Cold. Fuck. Whatever. You cupped some and brought your hands to your face, dripping water everywhere, and cursing under your breath before gargling some. Best you could do. You spied something red out of the corner of your eye. What was that? You squinted at the towel rack through the mirror, water trickling down your chin. There was a thin scrap of ripped lace fabric on the hanging white towels. 

The guy was still talking. 

"I can get you a spare toothbrush? Do you want some cleanser to wash your face?"

He had a pleasant voice, a little deep. Clear, smooth. Made you think of a cool, refreshing breeze. 

Wait. 

Were those your red panties on the towel rack?

You winced at the mirror. Welp. Those were done for. Didn't look like you could salvage them. You suddenly felt a chilly draft on your bare ass. Your arms were still dripping water as you leaned down and splashed your cheeks. Guess you'll just have to figure something out. You turned off the water and wiped your face off with your palm. A white hand towel appeared. You took it, seeing the guy's tattooed hand and arm. Sexy. He had an emoji tattooed onto his knuckle of a sheepish, crooked smile. 

Kind of looked like you, at the moment. 

You dried your face and hands. 

"Thanks, but it's fine, I'll just go home so I don't bother you," you said, folding the towel and placing it on the sink before moving past him and his curious expression. 

"You're not bothering me. I want to make your morning comfortable."

You noticed your red dress from last night on the ground. The thin straps were torn off and there was a distinct, dark stain down the front. Hmm. You vaguely remembered scooping your tits out and smashing them against his hard dick and dropping a stream of spit down your chest for lubrication before furiously tit-fucking him and making him cum all over your collarbones and neck. 

Ah. 

Well. 

That dress was fucked. 

"Can I borrow this shirt? I'll give it back," you said, turning around to see the guy's face bright pink, staring at your dress on the ground. 

"Uh, yeah, sure, whatever you want," he rambled, shifting awkwardly. He was wearing light gray sweatpants. You looked down. He shifted away quickly, but it was pretty hard to disguise that tent. 

You scratched your head. Hm. "Say, uh..." you trailed off again. 

He blinked with those big chocolatey eyes. "Oh, um, Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook." 

He stuck his hand out. You shook it, fitting your hand in his, suddenly remembering when you grabbed it and put it between your legs, smearing your juices from his wrist to his forearm and grinding onto his muscle, flexing your opening on his skin as he moaned darkly into your ear.

Ah.

You let go.

You were probably past handshakes, but, oh well?

"Right, erm, Jungkook, do you know where my jacket is?" you asked sheepishly. 

Jungkook whipped his head around, sending his black hair flying everywhere. "I think... it's in the living room?" You remembered running your hands through that hair, panting in his face as he shoved you against the wall, two fingers on your clit and rubbing furiously, those big chocolate eyes watching you come undone under him. 

He moved past you and you flattened against the wall, not touching him. Hm. This increased clarity as you continued to wake up was starting to make this more and more, uh... less chill? Weird? Awkward? You followed him at a slight distance, lifting your head to see his back. Your eyes widened. Long red scratches up and down his defined back, caused by your fingernails as he fucked you violently into his bed, your thighs clasped around his waist and his name in your mouth, his thick cock making your pussy so tight and full that you felt like you were going to explode, so completely jammed with pleasure that you couldn't stop moaning. 

Erm. Hm. You kind of needed panties with the sudden leakage happening down there. 

Oh shit, did you use protection? You frowned as you screwed up your eyes to think. Yes. You did. Jungkook had grabbed them from his nightstand and spilled the whole box, thus causing you both to scramble to detach one in your and his haste.

For. 

Er. 

Fucking like animals. 

You both got one condom and ended up using both.

"Ah, here." 

You reached out and took your long-line black leather jacket from Jungkook. That's right. You'd worn that red satin dress with this jacket and black high heels. You spied them by the mat at what you assumed was the front door. Jungkook wasn't looking at you. His face was red. You slipped on the jacket. Smelled the rum still sticking to it. Right. You went to the club, got a drink, and Jungkook had knocked into you, spilling it into your jacket. It was an accident, but that was fine, because Jungkook was hot and you bribed him into talking to you by asking him to buy you another drink.

Super cute with his apologies, nervously speaking to you all night before loosening up with a few drinks and beginning to tease you, little by little, until you were in his apartment, getting your jacket slipped off your shoulders and his mouth on your newly exposed skin. 

The memory made you reach up to touch your left shoulder. You winced. Peered under the jacket and shirt to see a giant purple hickey. 

"Oh... er, sorry..." Jungkook sputtered sheepishly. "You seemed really into it at the time."

There was damn waterfall between your legs now.

"I was," you replied, a little too quickly. "Uh, I mean, I am. Was great."

You facepalmed. Jungkook jumped, startled that you slapped your own face. 

"Sorry, I'm not a morning person. What I meant to say was last night was amazing and I had a great time," you sighed. "You were wonderful. And hot. And sexy. And I'd do it again."

Jungkook blinked at you with those big chocolatey eyes. 

"O... oh." 

He seemed torn on whether to believe you or not. To be fair, your voice was hoarse and you sounded half-dead. Plus, your speech was a little cliché. Sigh. You struggled to retain brain function, shaking your head roughly. It always took you a long time to wake up and it was worse when you weren't home doing your usual routine. You furrowed your brows, raising your head to frown at Jungkook. 

Hold on. 

"Don't you work for my dad?"

Jungkook started, eyes shifting. 

"Er... yeah."

Did you just fuck one of the waiters at your dad's high-end restaurant? All night?

Huh.

What are the chances?

You were going to have to see Jungkook later that night, since you were the hostess.

"You know, Jungkook," you said, realizing why you had spoken to him last night, why it was fun and familiar banter, why he was so cute to you, and why it had been such a good chance. "Let's not tell my dad about this."

Jungkook's eyes went shifty again. "Yeeeeeeeah... let's not."

Your dad meant well. He was loud and brash by nature and scared every human being that hadn't lived under his roof for decades. Speaking of living under his roof... Maybe you shouldn't go home smelling like rum and Jungkook's cologne, wearing his t-shirt and no panties.

"You... sure you wanna go home?" Jungkook asked, chewing on his lip. You noticed he looked a bit disappointed. Sad. 

"Actually," you sheepishly began. "Maybe I shouldn't. Not until Papa leaves the house." You twisted your mouth to one side and poked your index fingers together. Awkward. "Your offer for breakfast still stands?" 

He brightened. "Yeah. Yeah, of course. What do you want?" He held up the phone form the coffee table. "We can order something."

Your eyes shifted to the phone. Ten missed calls. 

"I would call Papa first," you muttered, walking forward and taking the phone from him. You felt his body heat, the closeness of his bare torso. He smelled nice. Jungkook made a surprised noise, only now realizing he had picked up your phone by accident. You slipped your other arm around him and pulled him to you, inhaling his scent. He made another squeak of confusion as you pressed your lips to his warm chest. 

Mmm. Nice. 

You phone vibrated violently and you answered it without looking, kissing Jungkook's skin softly, hearing him gasp and stifle his moan as the sharp bark of your name blasted from the phone speaker. 

"Where are you?!" Your dad was yelling at the top of his lungs. Jungkook shivered under you. He probably thought your dad was pissed, but he was only worried. 

"I'm fine. Slept over at a friend's since I went to the bars last night."

"Oh, fuck, sheesh," your dad grumbled, swearing repeatedly. Your lips began to travel and Jungkook was smacking your arm impatiently, shaking his head, mouthing at you, are you crazy, what the fuck are you doing, before he clenched his jaw and tipped his head back as you began to lazily lick his dark nipple, feeling it harden with your touch.

"Are you eating?" your dad barked in your ear. 

"Mhm, can't start the day unless you eat," was your reply, grinning around Jungkook's nipple as his face was becoming more panicked by the second. 

"That's right," your dad huffed. "What are you eating?"

"Korean."

Jungkook gave you an exasperated, pained look that quickly turned to ecstasy, placing a hand over his mouth and muffling his moan as you sucked in his nipple, bringing your hips into his sweatpants, the tent returning.

"Hah, fine, would it kill you to fucking call so I don't think you're dead?" Now that you were an adult, your dad didn't bother filtering his cursing anymore.

"Ah, sorry, sorry," you replied, very apologetically and sweetly, grabbing a handful of Jungkook's ass and ramming his rock-hard cock into your crotch, clamping your thighs around it. Jungkook was flailing his one free hand and pressing the other over his mouth, trying not to make a fucking sound. 

"I'll remember next time. Promise, Papa."

You heard your dad let out a puff of air. "Hmph. Fine. Don't forget you have to work tonight. I'll let you have the day after off..."

You raised your eyebrows, switching sides and slowly flicking your tongue on Jungkook's nipple, thighs sliding back and forth on Jungkook's clothed length. He was losing it above you, muting his cries and rutting against your thighs to match your pace and add more simulation.

"I thought the other hostess was on vacation for a couple more days?"

"I asked your mother to cover for you," your dad grunted. "You should have some free time while you're still young. Have some fucking fun before you die. That's why I work."

"Ah... okay, thanks Papa. I love you."

"Love you too," was your dad's reply, not so gruff anymore, but warmer and kinder. 

He hung up. 

You dropped the phone from your ear. 

Jungkook gasped a lungful of air, throwing his hand aside now that he could finally breathe, turning into a high-pitched yelp when you yanked his pants down, shoving his cock between your thighs again, but skin on skin this time, angling him down, the head smearing pre-cum in your mid-thigh. Ah, yes, what a pleasant surprise it had been when you saw this pretty cock for the first time, looking so perfect squashed between your tits. 

"B-But breakfast..." he choked out between moans.

"I'm getting it," you panted, grinning, sliding up and down his hot stiffness, feeling it twitch. "Best to have some protein in the morning."

Jungkook clenched his jaw, horny and indignant.

"Korean? Really?"

You switched to your hand, kneeling down as you stroked his stiff length hard and fast, giving him a devilish open-mouthed smirk, wet tongue sliding out.

"Hey, I didn't lie."

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wondering how Jungkook feels about all this? that kind of evening.

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