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[dawndelion-winery]

Thanks for the Flowers

You send them a little prank thank you text with flowers they never sent

Ft: Alhaitham, Arlechinno, Childe, Scaramouche, Wriothesley

Alhaitham:

You thought it would be a funny prank to send him a stock image of flowers and a small thank you

"Glad you like them."

He smiles to himself, but then immediately deleted his message when he sees the attached image

That wasn't the bouquet he sent

His smile drops so fast because who exactly is sending you flowers apart from him?

"Throw those out, they aren't from me. Don't you like the one I sent more? I got your favourites, my love."

He gives the house a cursory scan the moment he steps in through the front door

It's only after you've given him his welcome home kiss and a hug that he starts looking for the bouquet for some trace of who the sender might be

At first he doesn't believe you when you say it's a prank because he wouldn't put it past you to just want to allay his worries

He'll come around though, and then he's annoyed

"That's childish and you know it, you can have my attention if you just ask for it."

Arlechinno:

This is her sign to publicly announce that you're with her because this sort of idiocy wouldn't be an issue if people knew you were spoken for

Initially chuckles to herself as she glares at the offending image

"Do you like them?"

Of course she's not telling you the weren't from her if you like them

The poor sucker who sent them to you deserves no credit anyway

If anything, they deserve her personal thanks for helping her gift you something!

Of course she needs to know their name and face to express her gratitude in person <33

In a totally genuine and non-threatening way (lie)

She ends up coming home late that day, having scared off any of your potential suitors just to be safe

"Had some unsavoury business come up, dearest, sorry to keep you waiting. Have you had dinner yet? No? Shall we dine together?"

She never brings it up though, so you sorta forget to ever tell her it was a joke

Childe:

At first he doesn't process that he didn't send you the flowers

It's not like he doesn't pay attention, but he has his subordinates send you so much stuff as he comes across it that it's really hard to keep track

For all he knows it might have been something he came across and spontaneously thought of you liking it

And your likes were pretty much needs to him

"Love you, my pookie <33"

And then he stows his phone away

Only to remember he hasn't gotten you any flowers that day

"My honey drumlet darling-kins, there doesn't happen to be a note attached to the flowers, is there?"

When you insist that no, there isn't, and you've checked thoroughly, he makes a mental note to look into anyone who's ever had a crush on you

For a friendly spar, of course!

He just needs to make sure his competition is even worth noting (they aren't)

He comes home, thoroughly disappointed that none of them could even hold their own against him - few even dared to try, scared shitless by the sudden appearance of a harbinger demanding they fight

Sweaty and tired, he's all over you, whining about his day and how everyone wants you and can't take a hint that you're so happy with him ("You are, aren't you? I'm your favourite.")

Of course you cave and tell him it was only a prank

He scowls at first, but then breaks out giggling as he buried his face in the crook of your neck

"It doesn't really matter because I think they're all scared of me anyway. Some of them took one look at me and blanched. Unlike you, of course; the sight of me excites you, doesn't it?"

Ah. There's your bastard ginger.

Scaramouche:

"Wrong number, I think you meant to text your side hoe."

Sends you the most unbothered replies

Is actually overthinking

He knows logically this is most likely a joke because he swears he has seen that bouquet somewhere on the internet when looking for flower arrangement inspiration

But what if it's just a really similar layout and someone actually did send it to you?

Horrible. He doesn't want to think about it

But of course he does anyway

Brings you flowers because he planned to sneakily replace the stranger's bouquet

Wriothesley:

"Honey, please tell me this is a joke."

Seething inside

Who in their right mind dared to covet you while you were happily dating him??

Don't even try evade his interrogation, he needs to know every detail

From the exact time the flowers were sent to the arrangement and paper quality

Don't mind him, it's just a small investigation he'll carry out in his free time

The sooner you come clean the better

Not that you'll go unpunished...but hey, confessing to your crimes must at least lighten the sentence, yeah?

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[yourmomwhitediamond]

It is a prompt you desire?

Then a prompt you shall receive!

How about Rosie with a fem!S/O that's a talented (maybe was very popular when she was alive) pianist? Perhaps they knew each other when they were alive, and actually felt very strongly for one another, but due to the standards of the time they couldn't be together. But now that they're in hell, they don't need to worry about that anymore! Maybe the reader is a cannibal like Rosie as well, but that's for you to decide!

Anyhow, hope you like the prompt, and whatever one you end up going with from your ask box I hope you have fun writing for the best girl!

Thank you for this request. I did struggle a little with this one, so it might not be to your liking. I hope you enjoy it nevertheless!!

Warnings: cannibalism, fluff, and a hint of implied homophobia?

"Do you need a break?" You questioned, looking over your canvas to Rosie. You had noticed her small movements every time you peeked over to get a good look at her as you painted. It was obvious she was becoming uncomfortable, seated in the same position for just over an hour. And you wouldn't take no for an answer.

"No, I can last a while longer"

You sighed heavily and set your utensils down, "Rosie," You said in a knowing tone.

She too sighed and let herself relax. Her shoulders fell from their tensed state and her back slumped in defeat, "Okay"

A satisfied smile grew on your face as you stood and stepped over to Rosie. You offered a hand down to her and she took it gratefully, a delighted groan coming from her as she stretched her legs and back. With your hand still in hers you led her to the small round table where you had taken previous recesses. You patted the back of her hand before releasing it to go and get her some well-deserved pinky fingers and a hot beverage. As you prepared everything you could feel her eyes on you the entire time. You dared to take a look over your shoulder to make sure you weren't being paranoid. Turned out that your suspicions were correct. Her head snapped away, focusing her attention elsewhere. You chuckled and shook your head in amusement. The moment your back was facing her again, her gaze returned to you, watching your every move. You knew the layout of her kitchen like the back of your hand, which is strange considering you didn't even reside there. In all honesty, you spent most of your life in Rosie’s emporium/house than your own home.

It was touching to see how much you cared for her. You'd known her long enough to spot any signs of discomfort, stress and other things alike. She loved you for it. She loved you for many things. And it was only recently that she had discovered this love she felt for you wasn't platonic.

You swivelled back around with Rosie's drink and snacks, placing them in front of her. You took your place in the seat opposite her with a smile plastered on your face after Rosie thanked you.

"Thank you, darling," She reached her free hand out, palm facing up, gesturing for you to take it into yours. You happily obliged,"You're far too kind to me"

"Nonsense, you deserve the best" As she brought the drink up to her lips you kissed the back of her hand.

If your time in the living world was different, so would your relationship. Society frowned upon same-sex partners, so you both never had the chance to fully explore your feelings for each other. You were stuck in that time, mindset-wise, but if you weren't then there'd be none of this beating around the bush.

"Flatterer" Rosie spoke into her cup, hiding her smile and blush behind it.

Your smile turned into a smirk from her reaction so you carried on. You turned her hand and pressed your lips against her palm with your eyes trained on hers, "You're practically perfect in every way. But you already know that, don't you? Such an ethereal muse"

Rosie scoffed and lowered her cup, "You've only told me a thousand times before"

"And I plan to tell you a thousand times more, my dear" You were giving yourself mixed singles at this point, unable to understand why you were giving her these romantic gestures and flirtatious comments like every other day, but there was something else. You sensed something was off.

Rosie had slipped her hands away momentarily before scooting further forward and bringing them up to your face.

She seemed to think things over, trying to find the right words,"You know we're close friends"

Well that wasn't a clever way to start. It made you furrow your brows in confusion, but you answered nevertheless, "Yes"

Then your face filled with dread as you jumped to conclusions. The first scenario to pop into your head was her ending your friendship. That was happening, but it was going to be replaced with something far more than what you could've imagined. You didn't know that though, so you couldn't help but let your mind run wild with every single possibility anyone could imagine.

Rosie noticed your worry and gingerly caressed your face with her thumbs, rubbing small circles on your cheeks, "Don't look so worried, this is nothing bad"

"You're making it sound as if it's something negative" You argued in a whisper, your eyes drifting away from Rosie's.

"Darling," She sighed heavily, lifting your head to look her in the eye,"I'll get straight to the point. I love you"

There was a beat.

"But we aren't..." You trailed off, the realisation of her confession taking its time to sink in. Rosie felt, and saw, your cheeks heat up. There was no doubt in your mind that she could hear your heart thumping at an unimaginable speed as well. You searched her eyes, having doubts about whether she was being truthful or not. “We aren't allowed to love each other," You finished,"We were told it was a sin and-"

"We're in Hell, sweetie. There's no more being told who we can and can't love. It's not a sin. It's not why we ended up here," She cooed, bringing your face closer,"No more rules"

You took in a sharp breath and raised your hands to where Rosie’s rested. Never in your past and present life did you think you'd get a confession from her. But she was correct, there was no right or wrong in Hell and everything made sense now. You were no longer confused with your actions, thoughts and feelings.

You didn't think twice to close the gap and capture Rosie's lips, and she didn't hesitate to return the kiss. She felt you melt into putty. You leaned over the table to get more of her and hummed happily. It was at that moment you realised just how much you had been missing out on. Her lips felt like heaven against yours, they were so soft and plush. It was easily your new favourite thing.

However, it short-lived. Rosie started to pull back, but you were determined to keep it going, leaning further and further over the table to the point where you almost knocked the drink and snacks onto the floor.

Rosie laughed at your neediness and pecked your cheek when you eventually parted. Your face flushed and you sat back down, searching for the right words before admitting:

"I love you too"

It's late at night. I don't know if there are any mistakes. I'm going to sleep now. Night night my lovelies x

[fushiguroshotwife]

okay— hear me out—sukuna has a praise kink

✴𝖘𝖚𝖐𝖚𝖓𝖆 commands in a raspy voice ".. my Darling Empress, shall I command you to take off your panties and come to me on all floors begging me to begin?~" he mockingly laughs in a husky tone and flicks his fingers laying back, "..Yes sukuna-sama.. " you say in a scared yet tired voice while his grin turned into a frown and he glares at you, "tch, what a boring brat you are, don't worry, little rat, your little punishment is due~" he laughs devilishly and grins widely and you couldn't help but blush eagerly, you watched his moves intently, he swings his hand off to the side, " well? Go on then, little girl, amuse me. " he spat, his voice commanding and stern, you knew he wasn't playing games anymore and he knew you realized that sooner then later, he grins at your reaction and laughs like a murderer psychopath, you nod and bow your head as you rip off your panties ripping them off clean with your cropped top still on covering your tits, his eyes open wide and he smirks like he's about do something evil, cruel, and scary. He laughs devilishly again and commands "..come on, sit, brat." He spat, he taps his lap asking you to sit on it, you obey, but he glares once again, you feel scared again for your life, "you're clearly using you're pussy instead of you're brain, I said get on your knees and come to me on all floors, begging me, now." He said in a husky tone, he's gotten clearly bored of you now and you fear if you make him wait any longer.. who knows what would happen... "Yes, kuna.. " you said in a fearful tone, he laughs, to your relief, "you're scared of me, aren't you, my darling empress." He cluckles amused by all this, you come on your knees at his feet, "get up, sit." He commands, you obey and sit on his lap facing him, ""hm, wet already?" He touches your cunt shamelessly, "what a pretty little bitch you are, can't wait to break you into a whining mess crying like the baby you are to me, isn't that so?, my darling empress." He gives your pussy a hard slap and lets his hand run through it making you moan deeply and hardly and squirm in his huge arms, tears fold your eyes, sukuna's eyes roll in pure mockery, " what? Crying already, we aren't half done." He spat annoyed enough to put his hand deeper and deeper into your walls, "K—kuna!— " you moan, "hah? Come on! Shake it for me, my darling Empress~" he commanded, you obey helplessly, hoping he'll get bored sooner or later, "so tight.." he grunted, his eyes open widely, you moan deeply, "ahhh!— ngh! K—kunaa! " You scream, he grins widely "hm?..Kuna what?" He mocks, you don't say a thing and flop your head at his neck while he spanks your very wet cunt. "I— I'm—" you try to say, he grins even harder, " you're what? Gonna cum, brat? Go on then, be as wet as you can." And with that his gives your ass a good slap making you scream loudly, but no one can, hear, it's only, you and Sukuna.

FUSHIGUROSHOTWIFE2023/2024™ all rights reserved, do not translate, copy, use my layouts or ideas, do not repost my work even on different sites, do not steal any of my work. Do not claim any of my work as yours, like shit ain't nice.

yeah I'm not finishing this till I get a sign to, peace out, my fellow sluts.

[bonkywobble]

Kinktober ‘22 - Day 3

Day 3 - Free Use with Dark!Librarian!Steve Rogers

Pairing: Dark!Librarian!Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Word count: 611

Warnings: Language, sexual content (18+ only): noncon/dubcon, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap peeps) implied kidnapping, implied confinement.

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A/N: Day 3 Here we are! Divider by @firefly-graphics.

Kinktober ‘22 Masterlist / Librarian!Steve Rogers Masterlist

It was everything you’d ever read about: lilies and foxgloves akin to the ones mentioned in The Secret Garden hanging just outside the back door; siding and layout reminiscent of the March family home; and a private library even Sherlock Holmes himself would have had trouble not being envious of.

It was suppose to be a dream - specifically your dream - come true, except for the fact that it couldn’t be anything further from that. Instead, it's a nightmare born from a pure, lust-filled delusion, with you and your reading log being the prime sources of inspiration.

He finds you in the kitchen this time, the man who wishes for you to call him darling, honey, Stevie my love. You’ve been drying dishes for so long the tea towel begins to wear thin, the blue material repeating the same circular motion again and again. When he comes closer you move to the island, tucking the exceedingly clean cutlery away. You don’t acknowledge him.

His breath is hot against your neck and the pressing of his chest to your back sends shivers up your spine. “I got you something from your wish list, Bookworm.”

There’s a dense thud as a freshly printed copy of The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea is dropped beside you, narrowly missing your hand. It takes everything in you not to tense up at the sound.

You feel a tightening at the back of your neck, the grip firm and slightly calloused as the man who once made you smiley warmly with his wonderful book recommendations now pushes your face towards the cool marbled countertop, his other fingers slipping underneath your pleated skirt - one of many he makes you wear for his viewing pleasure - to tug your panties down. You can only try to ignore how they stick for a moment before he finishes pulling them to the ground.

Steve holds no such pretence, scoffing at the sight, “I knew you needed to thank me like this, just like how you knew I needed to come home to you and this sweet pussy you used to try to hide from me.”

You nod your false agreement. Attempting to fight it isn’t worth what could happen next instead of what usually follows. Unfortunately, you learned the hard way that Steven Rogers - once the world's sweetest librarian - is a hardened veteran who has yet to forget anything he’s learned during his military career. The basement door is locked to soothe you - the night terrors you experienced after the first and only sign of guilt you’ve ever seen your captor display.

When the head of his cock pushes past your wet folds there’s a collective sigh from you both, yours damningly headier than his. Your eyes unfocus for a few seconds, your gaze drifting briefly to the petal-filled backyard before his steady thrusts ground you permanently. Sometimes you wish he’d fuck you there just so you can feel the sun on your skin, feel like more than a part to play in the story of you and him.

Fingertips dig into the meat of your ass as he fucks into you without a care in the world. You hate it when he treats you like you’re special to him. Your disgust is momentary as his lips kiss promises into your skin, your neck being slowly covered with teeth marks and precious nothings. Involuntarily your hips push back and seek your pleasure for you.

You hate how you hate it less and less. 

Steve's thrusts grow more frenetic. "Good thing you know better now. My fantasy is your fantasy, Bookworm. And that'll never fucking change."

[ravenlking]

𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒

𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋-𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋 𝐕𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑 beloved lovers they are, how would their lips kiss you?

gender-neutral warnings: none genre: fluff a/n: please give me feedback :)

Let me know if you'd like more!

Spiderman Kiss

Kalim often watches movies, with his status as the heir to the Al-Asim family, it was easy to purchase one of his likings and watch it the moment it comes out. Spiderman draws his attention, making because of how the superhero swings with his webs and flies around the neighborhood, something like how he does on his magic carpet.

He immediately raced to Ramshackle on his magic carpet, cheerfully calling your name. He watches as you make your way outside, a mischievous glint in his shining eyes before flipping him and the carpet upside down, trusting it to hold him.

A surprised squeal left your face as Kalim gently cupped your face before bringing it to his face, lips touching each other, the sensation like fireworks.

"That's so dangerous-"

"Hahaha! Let's do that again!"

Nose Kisses

Cuddles are a must in your relationship, so it came to no one's surprise when they saw their dorm leader and his significant other curled up in the Scarabia lounge. It practically happened on a daily basis (which makes Jamil's job slightly easier whenever he needs to find his irresponsible dorm leader). Kalim inhaled your scent, rubbing his nose on yours before pulling back. Watching your eyes widen with surprise made him laugh.

"Aww, you look adorable, my treasure!"

Cheek Kisses

No matter when or where, the moment Kalim's eyes catch sight of you, he'll immediately drop whatever he is holding and dash toward you. It doesn't matter if you're in the middle of a serious conversation with Riddle or running away from the Leech teens. He will briefly shout an apology to an exasperated Jamil but continues on his mission. A grin is set permanently on the cheerful boy's face as he bears hugs you, peppering cheek kisses all over your face.

He'll hop off the moment he senses you're about to fall before holding your cheeks and peppering them with kisses. Bonus if he's wearing lipstick because this boy is determined to cover your perfect face in his lipstick, showing off to everyone how gigantic his love is for you.

"Sorry not sorry!" Kalim grins before kissing you again on the forehead this time.

Neck Kisses

Sometimes, it astounds Jamil with how carefree you are, how unafraid of the potential of someone sneaking up behind you with malicious intent. Like today, only it isn't someone with malicious intent (or did he?)

Jamil smirked as he came closer to your still figure reading a book, a gentle smile on your face and the repetitive flips of the book made the atmosphere warm and comfortable. He held in his breaths as he crept closer before launching a kiss on your neck. You reacted instinctively, squealing and whirling around to meet your smirking attacker - none other than your darling boyfriend, Jamil Viper.

"Sorry, my jewel." Jamil didn't look that apologetic. "You were just so adorable, I couldn't resist."

Forehead Kisses

A sign of gratefulness and a quiet "thank you" from the tired boy, who wanted nothing more to crash on his bed and sleep for the next thousand years. However, fate wasn't on his side because he was dealing with Kalim's messes the entire day. From the time he woke up (Kalim cooked and blew up the kitchen) until not even five minutes ago (Kalim messed up the orderly layout of the treasury room), Jamil was constantly exhausted beyond belief.

It feels as if the weight of the world had been lifted when he finds you cleaning and cooking dinner for you two, setting up a nice dinner date in the balcony window. Jamil gives a heavy, loud sigh of relief before standing next to you, admiring your work. The chicken looks perfectly cooked and the vegetables glistened under the evening light. Jamil wants you to know that he loves you for doing this, popping a light kiss on your forehead before sitting down and eating his food.

"Thank you so much."

French Kisses

Sometimes, all Jamil wants to do is kiss you until you're red and breathless. He just wants to taste your intoxicating you, learn every part of the cavern that is your pretty little mouth that makes such addicting noises. Jamil tugs you closer, every inch of your bodies pressed against each other like you were a puzzle piece clicking together just right. As he kisses you, he inhales the scent that is so delectable and so uniquely you. Jamil Viper just loves you and wants to show it in the best way possible. And if you so happen to end on his bed, well...he'll simply smirk and continue.

"Shall we take this somewhere more...private?"

[absentia-if]

hii, i hope you're having a great day :D

i chose M in the poll. why ? because of the tension!

i'm not one for enemies-to-lovers trope, because i think it's not done correctly most of the time (enemy doesn't mean bully) but a rivalry-to-lovers? SIGN ME UP

then i read the whole presentation of this character:

“I wasn’t jealous that you got them! I was jealous that they got you! Don’t you understand that? Can’t you see that it’s always been you? That it’s never been anyone else!?”

*dies*

MY HEART

and then, as if it wasn't enough yet this:

“More than I could ever put into words, darling,” they reply, cupping your cheek as adoration etched itself across their face. “Which is why I show it to you through my actions. Every breath I take is for you because my heart beats for you. Every smile that I’m able to create is wholly because you make me the happiest I’ve ever been. Every moment, every second, I share with you is one more silent promise of forever.”

my heart melted, my whole body did too like wow

i can't even express how much i love M :(( ♥️♥️

I adore M (as I adore all my characters), but M is definitely someone I think a lot of you will adore too. They’re an absolute idiot when it comes to processing/professing their love, but once that’s out of the way? They’re the most romantic individual ever. They’d never go a day without telling the MC how much they love you; by their words or by their actions. It doesn’t matter to them as long as you know.

I can’t wait for that quote to become an actuality within the story; it’s a moment that will truly show M as they are. It’s a heavily charged moment that causes the carefully crafted mask, and their iron clad control, to slip, and I think that’s something that will be wonderful, as it is heartbreaking, to see. Because it’s M finally showing the broken pieces behind the facade of perfection.

As for the second quote? That’s something M believes wholeheartedly. Every moment with you is a blessing, every smile you give them like a sweet caress, and the sound of your laughter a sirens song. You’ve made M complete and that’s not something that M will ever be able to forget (not that they’d wish to).

And, since you brought out the quotes, I’ll add one to this post. It’ll happen later on down M’s route, if things go according to my layout, and it’s a tender moment after the MC asks M what they’re happiest day/moment was: “The happiest moment of my life?” An elegant brow arches, as if they couldn’t believe that’s what you were using your one question for, but the softness, the warmth that always seems to be apart of them when you’re near, never wavers from their azure eyes; a warmth that’s only rivaled by the comforting presence of their body nestled close to your own. “The happiest moment of my life, MC, was when I discovered that you love me too.”

[projectcruise]

Chapter 2

“Peculiar passengers”

Penelope arrived at the cabins with a mission on her mind. It was interview time! First things first though, she had yet to review the case file. Before taking any further action, she took a moment to view its contents.

She sighed after reading all that. It was just so shocking. Who would’ve expected a crime like this to take place on such a lovely ship?

She glanced at the map and noted the location of the first suspect: Room C2. It was right across from Marigold’s room.

The cabins’ layout was simple. It was divided into two sections. C and D respectively with a billiard room in between.

The hall was large, empty, and uninviting despite its pristine appearance. The sound of Penelope’s boots echoed as she walked the shiny wooden floorboards. She glanced at the room number as she passed the first door… It was C1, Marigold’s room... the same place she was found dead. However, this didn’t distract her. She knew she’d have to come back later to investigate but for now she would focus on the interviews.

Across from it was her first destination, room C2. Penelope knocked on the door as instructed.

*Double tap* *triple tap* *single tap*

She waited for a moment, but nobody answered. The captain was right when he said these passengers were difficult. Perhaps they were still asleep? Penelope concluded it would be best to move on to the next cabin and come back later.

Upon arriving at the next room, she spotted a large wooden sign on the door. It read “Cider’s Room” in carved out uneven lettering. Above the sign was a rather cute green and white plaid bow. The sign provided an inviting atmosphere in the otherwise unsavory atmosphere of the cabin hallway.

*Double tap* *triple tap* *single tap*

A few moments later, A tall velvet colored sheep opened the door and greeted the detective with a warm smile. She wore a shirt with the same pattern as the bow on the door and a gardener’s hat with a bow similar.

“Why howdy darling! You must be the detective I’ve been hearin’ all about,.” she said

“Yep, that’s me alright. You’re Cider, correct?”

“Why of course my dear, I’m sure you saw my lovely sign outside! Gee, you’re the sweetest little rabbit girl I’ve ever seen, you’re so small it’s adorable! "Oh, and how could I forget to mention that outfit, it’s like a lil’ detective doll came to life,” she exclaimed with a chuckle.

This was an incredibly common remark amongst those meeting Penelope for the first time. As much as she tried to ignore it, she couldn’t help but feel aggrieved. Although it was not Cider’s intent, it felt infantilizing and demeaning… The young lady really did not appreciate these sorts of comments. She did not take well to Cider’s words and retaliated.

“Cut it off, won’t you? I’ve heard it a million times. I get the gist.”

“Oh, my apologies. I didn’t mean to offend you darling. I really did mean it as a complement. Gotta admit, I was nervous about this whole investigation business… This trip has been a reeeal doozy so seeing such a sweet- looking detective made me feel more at ease. I prolly should’a kept it to myself…” replied Cider disappointed in herself and feeling as though she just gave an incredibly poor first impression.

“It’s fine. Anyway, I’m here to ask you a couple of questions,” replied Penelope. She was rather unreceptive to Cider’s apology.

“Of course, darling ! I’d be happy to answer. Believe me when I tell ya If I had my druthers, I wouldn’t have let any of this happen. I reckon the ol’ Captain is especially troubled…”

“Why don’t we go sit down in the billiard room?” Penelope replied. She assumed it would be the most effective place to conduct the interviews since it was in a comfortable neutral space and there was a low risk of anyone overhearing their conversations.

They both made their way towards the center of the deck. Penelope avoided eye contact as they walked the vast hallway.

Once they arrived, a luxurious pool table greeted them. Unlike the hall, the room had an inviting and cozy atmosphere despite its emptiness. There was a large black wall, mounted television, colorful jukebox, and seating. Several nautical themed posters, old records, and old newspapers describing stories of the sea adorned the brick patterned walls.

Near the jukebox sat a mini fridge well stocked with various beverages. There were bottles of water and soda, but different flavors of “Icey-Cooly” took up most of the space.

Penelope hated those with a passion. The drinks themselves were like a frozen soda slushy with copious amounts of sugar, food coloring, and artificial flavoring. The packaging was also like something you’d expect to see on a kid's toy with its bright colors and sparkles. To top it all off, instead of a regular straw it included a silly straw. It made her recall the time she had decided to try the “peach” flavored one. Her friend really wanted her to try it… she recalled it tasting like melted plastic and giving her a terrible stomachache. Yikes! She decided to ignore the appliance before it distracted her any further .

Penelope walked to one of the small dining tables. “Why don’t we sit here?”, she said while pulling back a chair.

“Whatever you say, my dear!” replied Cider not wanting to further upset Penelope. She was ready to go along with whatever the Detective asked of her.

The two sat down.

“Ok, first off, what’s the deal with the sign?” asked Penelope. She was curious why someone would ever put up such a conspicuous sign like that on their door.

“Well, ya see, truth is, I’d never been on such a large ship like this before, so I was plumb lost whenever I had to find my room! So, I did what any sensible gal would in a situation like that and made ma’ own sign. After that, I’ve never been lost! Thank heavens they had some ol’ wooden planks back in the storage area… I really oughta thank that sweet lil’ nurse for her help back there.”

“Didn’t you have a map you could look at?”

Penelope thought it was an odd choice… Why would anyone go through trouble of constructing a custom-made sign for their cabin door when the map existed?

“Oh, believe me when I say I tried., I just couldn’t figure out how to read it!”

Penelope looked at the sheep in total disbelief… it was difficult for her to imagine that the map was so hard for her to read. Penelope found it incredibly simple and to the point. What more could she need?

“Hm… well tell me then, where are you from and why did you decide to go on the S.S Iris?”, she asked, figuring that it may help explain Cider’s strange behavior.

“Why, I’m glad you asked! It’s always been a dream o’ mine to see the ocean. Back where I’m from, in the green apple woods, there ain’t no place like it. I remember, back when I was no bigger than a minnow in a fishing pond, some o’ my earliest memories were hearin’ stories of the sea and bein’ absolutely fascinated by them. I’ll tell you what, as crazy as this vacation’s been, I just think o’f what my ma’ always told me. She used to say I oughta look on the bright side of things and well, I did accomplish my dream o’ seein’ the sea! That alone is a success in my eyes.”

“I see...”“, replied Penelope. She really didn’t know what to make of all this just yet. She was skeptical of the of the lamb’s overly positive personality and found the story of her sign rather odd as well. Why would one want to visit the storage area and who was that nurse she was talking about?

“Well, I’m sure by now you’ve been expecting this last question… so tell me Cider, what do you know regarding the murder of Marigold Seashine?”

Cider looked around the room and then back at Penelope before answering, “To be frank with your dearie, there’s really not much I can say about it! I really ain’t got a clue what in the Sam Hill would lead anyone to turn to murder of all things! Down where I’m from, everyone’s far too busy competing ‘gainst each other for the biggest harvest. Something of that sort ain’t ever cross nobody’s mind! Boy, am I glad I didn’t have to see the poor lass lifeless on the ground…”, she said before letting out a sigh.

“You didn’t see the body?”, Replied Penelope

“Nope, I was up by the pool readin’ a magazine titled “The top 10 best tropical vacation destinations” when the speaker came on and the Captain announced what had just occurred! After that, everyone lost their marbles.”

“Very well, that’s all I need to know for now.” She said in hopes of concluding the interview.

“Oh dear, I’m terribly sorry I couldn’t be of greater help!”

Penelope ignored her. She had little patience for those who disrespected her. Eventually she’d get over it. Clearly Cider meant no harm, but Penelope was still bitter.

“Let me walk you back to your cabin,.” she said.

The air was tense as they traversed the halls. so much for “a sweet little detective.”.

Next up was room C4. Penelope took a deep breath before walking up to the room. That last interview was rather exhausting. As she got closer, she heard a faint melody coming from behind the door… Penelope had an impressive sense of hearing, but the melody was too soft to single out. It was difficult to discern any particular instrument or voice from the muffled sound. Then, she knocked on the door.

Once again, nobody answered. Perhaps they didn’t hear her? Or were they too busy… either way, it didn’t change the fact that they had ignored her knocking. She decided to move on and come back later in the hope that they’d be done by then with whatever they were up to.

Before she knew it, it was already time to visit the D section cabins. Despite this, Penelope felt as though she had barely made any progress. Once again, she passed through the billiard room, this time paying less attention to the details. She made sure not to look in the direction of the mini fridge again.

Next up was cabin D1. She hoped this time someone would actually answer the door. Things were looking dire thus far… Penelope proceeded to knock the door as the captain had instructed. A few moments later, to her surprise, someone answered.

Behind the door stood a gruff-looking, large brown bear. He was wearing a white button up shirt and a shark tooth necklace. A large scar ran across the right side of his face right through his eye. Wow...

What’s this guy’s story? thought Penelope. He looked like he had lived quite a life.

“Ughhh, what do you want now?!? Wait… You’re that detective the captain warned me about, aren’t you?,” he said while looking down at the tiny detective standing before him. He was totally caught by surprise.

“Yes, that’s correct. I’m Penelope Walker and I’m here to ask you a few questions. Please follow me”

“Fine. It better be important” he grumbled. At least it wasn’t the captain or those blasted cops again.

They both walked over to the billiard room and sat down at the same table she held the previous interview.

“So, what’s your name and why did you decide to go on the S.S. Iris?”

“Name’s Roger. It was that therapist of mine who gave me the GREAT suggestion… thanks a lot, Connie. This “getaway” really helped.”

“Wow,. I’m sorry about that… may I ask why you’re attending therapy…”

Roger paused before giving an answer. For just a split second, it all came back to him...”

“NO.”

“Is everything okay? " asked Penelope. His sudden outburst was completely unexpected to say the least. Penelope was taken aback.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry… “

he said as he attempted to hold back tears.

It’s just… some things never leave…even after the war is done. I...”

“I see… well, you don’t need to explain anything any further, ok?” Penelope said to him in an attempt to reassure him.

“Thanks...”

“Now, let me ask. Do you know anything regarding the murder of Marigold Seashine?”

“About that… I remember seeing something.”

“What did you see?”

“Well, the whole memory is hazy, but me and a few of the others caught someone in the act. Oddly enough, I just... can’t remember any details. Maybe it’s just the old brain giving up on me… I wouldn’t be surprised if it decided to give out. I know that probably sounds awful, but I swear it’s the truth.”

“Wow, do you remember who else was there with you when you saw that?”

Penelope was rather shocked, was this old man just hallucinating? Or was he really serious? This could be a breakthrough for the investigation if it were true. Inversely, it could very well be a false claim. It was obvious the man was suffering from symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder, and this could very well just be a manifestation of his trauma.

“Well, it’s hard to say really. I’m sure that strange little nurse was there when I saw it… someone else was there too, besides the culprit of course. I don’t know. I’m sorry. It’s hard for me to recall…”

This was the second time a little nurse has been mentioned by one of the passengers. Who was this they kept speaking about?!?

“Was there anything else that seemed odd to you?” she asked. Penelope was intrigued. The man’s words felt sincere, however she had to keep in mind that this could all very well be made up.

“Nothing I can recall… actually, now that I think about it, the room was pitch black when we first went inside.”

What!?! This raised so many more questions in Penelope’s mind…

“Marigold’s room?” she replied.

“If my memory serves me right, yeah. It’s all just so hazy now. Agh, just forget about it. I don’t want to throw you off course or anything. Just, ignore me.”

At least the he was self-aware. Perhaps it’d be best to move on, this was all getting too confusing. What was the probability that this all even true?

“Ok, well that’s all I need for now. “

“Great, I’m so tired of all this,” he replied feeling relieved. They both walked back to the cabin.

Penelope had so much on her mind, so many unanswered questions . Her biggest question remained… Who was that nurse?

Penelope’s next destination was room D2. She performed her usual knock. A few moments later, the door opened.

Lo and behold… behind the door stood a small arctic fox with pale red eyes and a large, long, fuzzy tail. Unlike the others, they didn’t say a word to Penelope and did their best to avoid eye contact. They wore a pink nurse’s gown and matching cap… Was this really the nurse everyone kept talking about?!?

“Hi there,” said Penelope

The little fox cleared her throat.

“G-greetings valued passenger, I am Kiba Chapel, Nurse and reader of the infirmity division of the S.S. Iris, do you have any health concerns or perhaps an emergency...?” Said the fox in a soft, airy voice. There were constant pauses between each word, and they were spoken incredibly fast. It sounded as though they were reading directly off a script.

“Don’t you mean… leader?” Replied Penelope.

The small fox glanced at her briefly, then quickly looked away. They were anxiously sweating while cowering behind the door.

“Hey, I’m just here to ask a few questions and I’ll leave in a second. I just need you to come with me to the billiard room.”

“O-Ok…” she replied.

Penelope escorted the fox to the room, and they sat down at the very same table once again.

“So, you’re the nurse on this ship. Were you the one who performed the autopsy on Marigold?” Asked Penelope in hopes of sparking some conversation while still collecting important information.

“Y-yes… I did. Under close supervision...”

Penelope was relieved to hear that second part, otherwise the credibility of the entire case file would be up for debate.

“Do you have any special access to certain areas of the ship?” she asked, curious about what Cider had told her earlier regarding the storage room.

“Um, yes, but n-not anymore… no. Not now.

“I see, so you did but it was taken away for the investigation?”

“Yes… precisely.”

“So how long have you been working here ?”

“For… s-some years. 3 years.”

“Alright, well my last question is, do you know anything regarding the murder of Marigold Seashine ?

“N-no…”

“Really? You didn’t see anyone or anything?” Penelope was incredibly skeptical of their answer. For as much as the others spoke about them, they should at least know something… right?

The little fox looked at Penelope like they were about to cry. It seemed as though all they wanted in that moment was to dissolve into thin air. Something was clearly wrong.

Penelope was concerned about this and decided to ask once again, this time more politely. “You’re not in trouble, ok? You can tell me if there’s anything you saw. I’m only trying to see what happened.”

“No. I can’t….!”, she said as tears rolled down her face.

“Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry…”

Oh dear, this is not what she was expecting at all. Was this a confession? Or was this something else? Penelope felt very uncomfortable. She decided it would be best to end the interview here. She still had so many questions but perhaps it would be best to stop here… if she questioned Kiba any further they’d probably faint on the spot. Penelope was also curious as to what the others had to say about it. After all, if it were really this easy… why wasn’t the case solved before she’d arrived?

“Ok. That’s all for now,” she said. Kiba could barely look her in the eyes.

She walked the nurse back to her cabin. The Captain was right, these really were some peculiar passengers.

[grilledcheeseandguavajelly]

Tag Game:

I was tagged by @lucyintheskywithxanax ages ago to do this and I never did. But I’m doing it now!! Please don’t eat me 🙈 and thank you so much for tagging me!! 🤍✨

Nickname: my name is almost impossible to shorten, so I don’t really have any. But my girlfriend has innumerable pet names for me, and I think “honeybee” has stuck

Sign: scorpio

Height: 5’6” (read as: horribly average)

Last googled: “layouts of old Victorian homes” for reasons 👀

Song stuck in my head: she - Elvis Costello

No. of followers: 2,393

Amount of sleep: on average? 4-6 hours. Ideally? 10-12 hours. It’s fine, I’m working through it, everything is fine

Lucky number: 5

Dream job: oh gosh I don’t know… as an adult I don’t necessarily think I have one? Just a job that allows me enough time and space to live, to bake for my girlfriend and tend to the garden and take hikes with my dog. And pays enough to let me go to Disney whenever I want 🙈 But in various stages of my childhood you would have gotten answers like: Princess, mother, broadway star, composer, and - most recently - archaeologist or museum curator

Wearing: jeans, sage sweater, rapunzel tsum tsum socks

Movies/books that summarize me: Vita and Virginia. That’s the definite one. And then pieces of things like notting hill and stardust and encanto and piper

Favorite song: it changes depending on the weather and is somehow simultaneously four songs at once

Favorite instrument: cello

Aesthetic: cottagecore + art academia + kawaii

Favorite author: Virginia Woolf and/or Neil Gaiman

Random fun fact: oh goodness, I don’t know 🙈 I’m not a particularly interesting person, I don’t think. I’m a direct descendant of royalty on both my grandmother and grandfather’s side, does that count as a fun fact? Maybe?

Tagging - @welshdragonrawr @darling-dontforgetme @golddustdykes @queens-of-my-life @thedeconstructionist @pearplate (this is an absolute no pressure tag, lovelies 🤍)

[gangnampoolsalon2]

Unleash Your Inner Rockstar: Shirt Room Karaoke Essentials

I. Introduction

A. Explanation of what a shirt room is: Hey there, fellow shirt aficionados! If you're wondering what a shirt room is, think of it as your personal sanctuary for all things shirt-related. It's where your collection gets the VIP treatment it deserves!

B. Importance of creating a comfortable space: Now, why bother with a shirt room, you ask? Well, imagine a world where your favorite shirts are neatly organized, proudly displayed, and ready to be admired at any moment. That's the magic of a well-designed shirt room!

C. Overview: Today, we're diving into the world of shirt room karaoke essentials. We'll cover everything from planning and designing your space to organizing your collection and adding personal touches that scream "rockstar chic"!

II. Planning Your Shirt Room

A. Assessing available space: First things first, let's find the perfect spot for your shirt sanctuary. Whether it's a spare room, a cozy corner, or even a walk-in closet, make sure it's a space where you can let your inner rockstar shine!

B. Setting a budget: Ah, the dreaded B-word. But fear not, my fellow rockstars! With a little creativity and resourcefulness, you can create a killer shirt room without breaking the bank.

C. Gathering inspiration: Time to channel your inner design guru! Scour the internet for inspiration from other shirt rooms or interior design resources. Trust me, there's no shortage of jaw-dropping shirt room inspo out there!

D. Creating a vision board: Now that you've got some killer ideas brewing, it's time to put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) and sketch out your dream shirt room. Bonus points for adding glitter and neon lights!

III. Designing the Layout

A. Choosing storage solutions: When it comes to storing your precious shirts, options abound! Whether you prefer shelves, racks, drawers, or a combination of all three, make sure they're as stylish as they are functional.

B. Considering environmental factors: Lighting? Check. Ventilation? Check. Accessibility? Triple check! Your 강남풀싸롱 should be a haven where your shirts can breathe freely and bask in the spotlight.

C. Incorporating decorative elements: Who says organization can't be stylish? Spruce up your space with funky artwork, neon signs, or even a disco ball (because every shirt room needs a little extra sparkle)!

D. Ensuring accessibility: Your shirts deserve the red carpet treatment, darling! Arrange them in a way that's easy to browse and admire. After all, what's the point of having a killer collection if you can't show it off?

IV. Organizing Your Shirt Collection

A. Sorting through your shirts: Time to Marie Kondo your wardrobe and bid adieu to any shirts that no longer spark joy. Trust me, your future rockstar self will thank you!

B. Developing a categorization system: Whether you're organizing by color, style, or band merch vs. vintage finds, find a system that works for you and stick to it like glue.

C. Utilizing storage solutions: Get your Martha Stewart on and invest in storage containers, dividers, and labels to keep your collection in tip-top shape. Your shirts will thank you for the TLC!

D. Regular maintenance: Just like a rockstar's tour bus, your shirt room requires regular upkeep. Schedule regular decluttering sessions to keep things looking fresh and fabulous!

V. Adding Personal Touches

A. Incorporating personalized decor: Time to make your shirt room truly your own! Whether it's framed concert posters, vinyl records, or a shrine dedicated to your favorite band, let your personality shine through!

B. Displaying artwork: Channel your inner art curator and adorn your walls with pieces that speak to your rockstar soul. Bonus points for anything that glows in the dark!

C. Customizing storage solutions: Don't settle for boring storage solutions. Get crafty and customize your shelves, racks, and drawers to reflect your unique sense of style. Bedazzle, anyone?

D. Creating a comfortable seating area: Every rockstar needs a throne, right? Set up a cozy seating area where you can kick back, relax, and serenade your shirts to your heart's content!

VI. Maintaining Your Shirt Room

A. Establishing a cleaning routine: Keep your shirt room looking like a million bucks with a regular cleaning and maintenance routine. Dust those shelves, vacuum those floors, and shine those neon lights!

B. Preserving shirt condition: Protect your precious shirts from the elements with proper storage and care. After all, they're not just shirts—they're pieces of rockstar history!

C. Staying organized: Don't let chaos reign supreme in your shirt room kingdom! Stay on top of your organization game and banish clutter like the rockstar boss you are.

D. Seeking inspiration: Keep the creative juices flowing by staying connected with fellow shirt enthusiasts. Share your shirt room triumphs (and tribulations) on social media and bask in the glory of your rockstar status!

VII. Conclusion

A. Recap of key points: Planning a shirt room fit for a rockstar may seem daunting, but with a little creativity and a whole lot of flair, you can create a space that's as stylish as it is functional.

B. Encouragement for readers: So go ahead, unleash your inner rockstar and embark on the shirt room journey of a lifetime. Your shirts (and your future karaoke sessions) will thank you!

C. Invitation to share: We want to hear from you, fellow rockstars! Share your shirt room adventures, tips, and triumphs with us on social media using the hashtag #ShirtRoomKaraoke. Let's rock this shirt room thing together!

D. Closing thoughts: Remember, at the end of the day, it's not just about the shirts—it's about the memories, the music, and the sheer joy of being surrounded by the things that make you feel like a rockstar. So go forth, my friends, and may your shirt room journey be filled with endless rockstar vibes!

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[feralforfruit]

The Garden {Part 2}

♡︎Go read the other parts from my masterlist♡︎

Warnings: gun/knife violence and mentions of blood.

Pairings: Ladybug, Lemon, Tangerine, and Yuichi x fem!reader.

You wake up to an alarm and you get up to walk into the next room where you do most of the Hivemind work. You grab your iced coffee from the mini fridge before you sit down at your setup. You turn on the huge PC that is decorated with photos of you and the boys on multiple screens. It lights up a bright yellow in the back which causes the room to follow suit in the hue. You put on your headset and get to work.

You knew the men would have arrived at their destination by then. You text the group chat to let them know you are up and ready to go. Ladybug texts a thumbs up as a signal to connect all your earpieces to be able to communicate through the mission. You turn the devices all on, “Hey boys! You guys got there alright?”

“We’re doing okay, BB. We are outside of the HQ right now,” said Ladybug.

“This shit looks like a goddamn fortress, darling. Gonna be a tough one, innit?” Tangerine says in disbelief.

“Just how you like them, Tang.” you smile to yourself, “First what you guys have to do is get to the back fence. There should be an opening big enough for you to fit yourselves and all the equipment without getting seen. You should use the trash bins when you enter to stash anything you might need to escape.”

“What if someone takes out the trash, though, what then?” Lemon asks.

“They won’t. They have very particular hours of taking out the trash and this shouldn’t take you up to 8pm now, should it?” you chuckle softly while looking at the daylight from your window.

“Let’s go. We should not waste time.” Yuichi mutters to them. “I want to get out of this as soon as possible.” He motions to his overall look. He has a much dapper look than usual to seem like he is a professional yakuza associate.

“Oh but I want pics of your sexy get-up before it gets potentially ruined. You didn’t let me see it before you left.” you pout.

He scoffs, “Hachi, don’t.” You giggle in response knowing you pushed him a bit.

“Alright, fellas. It’s showtime.” Ladybug says as all make their way toward the broken fence. They bend their bodies halfway to get through as you say, “You guys see a gray door straight ahead? It should have a helipad sign on it.”

“Yes, ma’am. Picking the lock now.” Ladybug manages to quickly get the door unlocked as Lemon and Tangerine stash the extra weapons as you advised.

Ladybug starts to zip up his jumpsuit, getting ready for action. “Now, BB, how did you manage to get the maintenance guy’s uniform? Did you order it?”

“Oh, lovebug, you underestimate me. We have had this plan for months and you thought I wouldn’t have the actual maintenance man taken care of. How did you think I knew his whole schedule and how the routine check-up works?” you say while taking a sip of your iced coffee.

“Wow, our Bumblebee has a stinger,” Lemon says. “Damn, right, handsome.” You smooch as he chuckles in response.

The boys make their way up to the third floor of the stairs and right before they open the door you say, “Wait, guys, remember this layout. The left side of the corridor is where Yuichi has to escort Ladybug to the computer. On the right side is where Lemon and Tangerine need to sneak through to get to the last door on the left where Kuro Akuji, the yakuza chairman, is currently setting up the deal with the subordinate family of his clan. They know that there are people trying to get this deal to cease its plans of kicking civilians out of their town just so they can expand their empire with a shiny, new money-grab casino. Even people in his own clan aren’t too happy about it so there are going to be guards roaming through that hall so try to be as quiet as possible. Be invisible, even.”

“Got it, poppet,” Tangerine says as clicks out his knife before opening the door and peeking out to make sure the coast is clear for them to split up. He nods and the pairs go their separate ways. Lemon and Tangerine walk a few feet before needing to turn a corner and take a glimpse of the hallway that is full of a bunch of huge men in suits having a chat outside the doors of the meeting. “Bollocks.” They say quietly at the same time. “BB, how much are we getting paid for this again?” Lemon asks in whispers.

“The informer offered 3 million for Akuji’s death along with everyone else in the room who is involved,” you say while reading out the terms on a tab of your encrypted emails.

Yuichi frowns while still walking through empty hallways with Ladybug. “Just to kill him? What has the computer got to do with it?” he asks. 

“Oh that is a mystery mouse ka-tool that is going to help us later,” you smile to yourself. “Just stay focused and make sure you go to the black door at the end of the hallway that has a number 3 on it.”

He shakes his head and decides to not ask any more questions. Yuichi then finally spots the door you said and he looks at Ladybug before taking a sigh. He knocks three times before a tall man with bleached hair and a similar dark suit to Yuichi’s answers the door. He seems to have an intimidating ever-present frown that most large men in the yakuza always wear as a part of their uniform.

Ladybug stands there, awkwardly smiling and lifting his toolbox up as Yuichi is explaining their presence to the associate. The man lifts his eyebrow before opening the door giving them room for entry.

“Good boys. Now, Ladybug all you have to do is follow the steps I showed you the other day. Unscrew the computer’s casing and then remove all the parts so you can look like you’re replacing the PC’s fan. Snatch the original motherboard before replacing it with the extra one.” you explain before switching your attention, “Fruits, are you guys doing, alright?”

“Just fucking dandy, darling,” Tangerine says out of breath as he grunts while he slices the last huge guard in the hallway. 

“Still need to get to the Diesel, luv, but we got this.” Lemon states before grabbing a sword that is laying on the floor beside a large suited body. Tangerine looks to his brother and says, “Time for a Tail Tack, innit?” Lemon pats his shoulder and responds excitedly, “Shit, bruv, we haven’t done that in ages!”

Tangerine kicks open the door to the meeting and the twins run in shooting and slicing in direction, back up against the other to keep from throwing shots at each other. Bodies hit the ground like coins out of a pocket and not a single one with a second to process taking out their weapons. The two men take a look towards the center of the room and blow a few more shots toward the most important person in the room.

Thankfully, all the commotion isn’t heard from the opposite side of the floor, where Ladybug is finishing his work of grabbing the motherboard. Yuichi asks the associates for a lighter trying to act casual while distracting them from the final pieces of Ladybug’s movements.

Ladybug finally closes up the computer case and then gathers his tools before standing up. Yuichi notices and then makes his way up towards the exit while bidding farewell to those in the room not trying to make eye contact with the large bleached-haired man as he opens the door. Ladybug follows close behind saying his best Japanese goodbyes. They both release a breath like they’ve been holding it the whole time there as they walk back towards the same place they exited.

They meet two blood-covered twins halfway with and stare at them with raised eyebrows. “You bastards act as if you didn’t expect this,” Tangerine says annoyed at their reaction before opening the door to the stairs aggressively.

“Are all my boys together and in one piece?” you smile feeling proud of how smooth your plan played out. “Yes, we are close to the exit,” Yuichi says.

“Oh my god, am I actually going to see Yuichi come back with that delicious suit?” you ask before biting your lip at the thought.

“Not before you hose down the fruits before letting them back inside The Garden.” Ladybug cringes at the thought of needing to get the inside of the car cleaned as they crawl out of the hole in the fence. “You try looking proper when you have to fucking blow some bellend's brains out for 3 million fucking dollars!” Tangerine states aggressively as he hops into the driver's seat making their quick escape in hopes no one follows them.

“I'm sure it isn't anything I haven't seen from them before. As long as my boys come back to me still breathing, I don’t care what I have to do. But I will make it my own personal mission to see sexy Yakuza Yuichi in front of me before I deal with the twins.” you chuckle as you keep track of the traffic cameras, making sure that no one is following their location.

The boys arrive safely and you get a notification of the deposit from the informer in The Garden’s bank account just a few minutes after confirming the mission’s completion. Ladybug hops out of the car still in his disguise, with the toolbox in his hand. He opens it and passes you the motherboard. Your smile wides as he hands it to you and you give him a quick peck on the cheek. Yuichi gets out of the car and you walk up to him as soon as you notice him. You took out your phone and take a photo immediately as you squeal like a fangirl.

“You look so fucking hot! I’m so sorry, but I am going to plan more jobs that require you to be in more sexy ass suits.” you run your hand down his tie, admiring the details.

Yuichi can’t help but chuckle lightly at all the attention you’re giving him despite his aversion to the idea. “I can’t say no to you, Hachi. You know that,” he says while stroking your hair softly.

“Thank you for looking this handsome so we could have the motherboard,” you say while looking up at him sweetly.

“Why is it so important, anyway?” Yuichi asks.

“It is important because this will give us access to all the intel that Kuro Akiji’s clan had on the area they claimed to be theirs. Secret houses, plans, or info on their members that his associates held in one computer to keep things running properly in the organization. We can be one step ahead of all the yakuza’s operations. Plus, it runs insanely fast and has a large amount of space for me to do the same in The Hivemind. They had the best computer modders in the city optimize it to perfection so it has all that and more for me to play with. So, basically, you guys have acquired one of the best systems that could only be found in the black market with the same price value as what we made from just killing Akuji. Neat, huh?” They look at you in astonishment as you explained.

“You, Bumblebee, are fucking brilliant,” Lemon says. “And you, my Lemon drop, need a fucking shower. And so do you, Tang. Come on, let's go to the backyard so I can hose you, cuties, down.” You snap twice and point for them to walk to the back gate with haste.

* .♡ *:･ﾟ✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

A/N: Sorry, it has been a minute since I felt the urge to get my ideas flowing! I was really needing a day to feel like I could give you guys this sweet little bit of their dynamic on the job and today was finally that. I had fun writing this one and even though it isn't really smutty or even remotely steamy, the thoughts of how they would work together made me smile. I hope you all feel the same way.

[fr0st-km]

I saw that your rqs are opened so i would like to give this a try- how would jamil, silver, ruggie, and sebek react to darling who clung onto them for dear life because they were about to get kidnapped by vargas

“Scared Of The Dark?”

GN S/O . No warnings . Headcanons . Thank you for requesting!

Haha, new writing layout 🦟🦗🦟🦗🦟🦗 It’s similar to my old one but ehhhh *yeets phone* I’ve changed it multiple times before ✨

I’m guessing that this request takes place in the Vargas Camp event? Correct me if I’m wrong 😭 I’ll edit it, maybe.

SEBEK ;

Was yelling all night long because people just won’t stop moving, screaming till their souls fly out, AND bump into him; causing Sebek not being able to actually move. Man’s so fucking done with everyone’s frickin bullshit this night😭

That was until Riddle literally saved his junior’s soul and got his soul taken away instead /j 😇 Sebek was about to move again but felt arms wrapped around his waist, the half-baked fae screamed and tried to pry off the person who is clinging onto him but stopped when you told him that it was you. He calmed down, BUT PICKS YOU UP FROM THE BACK OF YOUR CLOTHES LIKE A CAT.

“Human, there is no time for messing around!!! Students are getting kidnapped!!!”

“Sebek, shut the fuck up I’m scared of the dark.”

RUGGIE ;

As soon as the fire suddenly went out, one of Ruggie’s first instincts was to tell everyone to stay calm and stay cautious. The shadow clearly did take an advantage to the situation, what is this? Flicker???

He then felt someone latched onto his side which of course, caused him to panic. However, he calmed down when he caught a whiff of your scent. Still, almost everyone in the area was screaming in terror as if they’re in some sort of cliché horror movie—

When the fire was lit up again by Floyd, the eel noticed the both of you and chuckled before starting to tease you both— but hey, at least you put this sadistic eel in a good mood.

“Holy donuts I don’t remember signing up to play a horror game—”

“Same Ruggie, same.”

JAMIL ;

It was a pretty chill walk from the basketball club’s tent and to the camp fire, but when a mysterious monster appears out of nowhere and had the intentions to kidnap unstable high schoolers? One would get freaked out immediately—

Let’s just say that Jamil had a panic attack upon seeing a tall, dark figure standing before him and his friends. He’s about to grow white hair slowly 🥲

With your fast reflexes, you hugged the person walking right next to you and clung onto them for dear life whilst screaming— that said person was Jamil; he didn’t realize it was you whom hugged him because he fucking freaked out as well—

“AAAAAAAAAAAAA—”

“JAMIL WE GOTTA GET MARRIED BEFORE WE DIE.”

SILVER ;

A calm walk from the basketball club’s tent to the main camp fire sounds nice, right? Yeah, but not when a fucking humongous ( not really THAT big ) looking creature who definitely isn’t your PE teacher came out of nowhere to kidnap literal high schoolers just because of it being apart of the test 😰

Silver prepared himself for impact and felt something— rather someone— crash their body against his and clung onto him like a koala…That’s when he heard your scream, now he knew it was you.

Oh well, hey, at least next thing you know as soon as you wake up, you’re tied up around a tree and not in the afterlife ✨

“Oh, a large shadow.”

“Silver, I love you and all but we’re about to fucking die.”

[strwberri-milk]

Don't We Have Chemistry?

AO3 || TA!AU || Kaeya x Reader || Fluff || 2,249 words M.List

Kaeya Alberich, local biology lab TA falls in love with the person who almost broke his toe via theory textbook.

Chapter 3: Yours [Delivered]

(a/n - Tumblr sucks and totally messed up the formatting for this if you wanna see it in a more intuitive layout check it out on AO3!)

The last time Kaeya cleaned this much was when his brother and father were showing up for a visit. He knew that both of them would get on his ass if he was living in filth. Now he’s standing in the wasteland of his efforts, extremely puzzled as to how he managed to have so much garbage hidden in such a small space. 

Kaeya gets to work taking the trash out, lugging as many of the bags out at once as he can. Once they’re properly disposed of he heads back to his room and sits himself down on his chair, exhaling loudly and pulling out his phone to read over the texts you sent him last night. 

[Name] <3 Yesterday

Hey Kaeya! Are you still free tomorrow?  5:03 PM 

Yeah. I can’t wait to see you~ 5:10 PM

Me too! Do you mind if I bring you a gift or something?  I want to thank you for helping me out! 5:12 PM

Oh? You really don’t have to darling but I’ll take anything you give me <3 5:15 PM

Good. I didn’t want you to think I was using you after all.  Plus, it doesn’t hurt to be nice to your TA :P 5:18 PM  

Quickly cementing yourself into my heart I see. Very wise of you. 5:20 PM

Well, I do like you so why wouldn’t I want to do that? You’re really nice after all! And since you offered, I can’t wait to get to know you better! 5:21 PM 

A giddy smile breaks out onto his face as he reads the texts over. The last time Kaeya felt like this was probably back in high school with one of his first relationships. You have to know how you’re making him feel, he rationalises. You don’t just tell someone you barely know that you like them. Especially not when you were cuddling up to them a little bit just a little while ago. 

[Name] <3  Yesterday

So you’re telling me that you want me to like you? 5:26 PM

Of course I do! 5:27 PM

And if I told you I do like you? What happens then? 5:29 PM

I like you too! <3 5:33 PM

That. That’s what really sealed the deal for him. 

If you sent him a heart, that means you like him too, no? He stares at it a little more, trying to understand if you meant anything more by that heart, if it’s an implicit communication to him to pursue you more, try harder to win your heart over. You study English don’t you? Wouldn’t that be right up your alley? Finding meanings in little messages, scouring texts to derive some sort of purpose for it?

It doesn’t really matter because he stares at his phone and realises that he never responded to your text. 

“Fuck!” He jumps up from his chair, pacing the length of his room. 

What is he supposed to do now? Is he supposed to reply the next day, to give you a sign that he was serious? Does he just leave it at that, pretend that it feels like the natural end of a conversation? It doesn’t feel natural to him, not when he scrolls through old text messages he’s sent to others of the same nature. But then again, you aren’t the same as others. 

Because you aren’t the same as others, he won’t treat you like he would the others. He taps his nails against the back of his phone lightly as he thinks, pretty face drawn into a frown. Eventually, he decides he’ll respond anyway, finding a way to do it nonchalantly that does not suggest he’s been standing here for half an hour figuring out what to say. 

[Name] <3 Today

Good. Because I do like you. I haven’t felt this way for a long time. Do you want to go on a date then? You make me feel comfortable. It’s stupid and cheesy but I don’t think I’ve met someone who’s made me feel this way before so I’m very glad you like me. Do you think about me a lot because recently I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you and I don’t know why but I do know that a really big part of me wants to know that you do think of me in exactly the same way. I can’t wait to see you! 11:47 AM

The text on the screen taunts him a little, thumbs still poised over his keyboard. 

Maybe he should send some of those other messages? But would it look like he was coming onto you? It might be a little bit much, but then again he’s always been eccentric. It’s not like it’d be wildly out of place for him to say something like that to you. Kaeya knows his flirtatiousness proceeds him and the fact that you’ve said nothing about it has to mean that you don’t mind it, right? 

He takes a deep breath, about to send something that might be forward, but not as forward as some of his other texts when he sees the fateful three dots appear. The deep breath he took is now caught in his lungs, unable to escape as he waits for your text back, squeaking happily at the positive response. 

[Name] <3 Today

I’m on my way so you won’t be waiting too long anymore! Can’t keep my drama queen waiting after all :( 11:53 AM

Yours? Yours?!  

The idea of being yours makes him much happier than he’d care to admit, tan skin flushing hard. He checks himself in a mirror again, trying to see if he’s actually visible today or if it’ll just look like he’s warm. His cheeks are just the slightest touch pinker than they normally are, thankful his warm undertone will probably hide any signs of embarrassment. 

There’s no way. There’s no way you don’t like him back. You can’t say things like that, make his heart dance and sing in ways he never expected it to, the throbbing of the muscle in his chest rivaling the throbbing of his toes when you dropped your weapon of a textbook on his foot but if that meant he’d be able to feel this happiness again he’d gladly let you throw it at him. 

By the time you arrive, he’s worked himself into a dizzying euphoria of feelings that he almost doesn’t hear the knock against the wood. He rushes over to the door and makes sure he looks presentable, smoothing down his tee and inviting you in with a smooth smile. 

“I thought I’d die before you arrived,” he teases, immediately leading you over to the table he prepared specifically for studying. He has the textbook as well as some of his other ones, all intended to help you feel more confident going into your midterm. 

You take a seat and pull out a bag, pushing it over to his side of the table. 

“I’m early. You’re just being dramatic,” you tease back, rolling your eyes and pulling out some notes and annotated papers. He groans internally at the amount of work he’s probably going to have to do but if it’s for you he’d do anything. 

“You’re not going to get in trouble for doing this, are you?” you ask him after a second, clearly a little insecure. 

He begins to dig through the little bag of goodies, humming happily at the sight of some chocolates and other snacks. Now he has another reason to like you. You’re feeding his sweet tooth. 

“What? Studying? Of course not. Just because I’m a TA doesn’t mean I can’t make friends. Besides, you said you like me. Were you lying?” As is typical for him, he pouts at the notion, making you laugh and shake your head. 

“No, I’m not lying to you. I do like you Kaeya. I just don’t want you to get in trouble because of me.” 

Kaeya blinks at you in surprise, mid opening a chocolate bar. Out of all the things he expected to hear from you, that was most definitely at the bottom of the list. You don’t seem to be fazed in the least, opening your textbook and skimming through the contents as you start to work through some exercises. 

His brain ceases to function, replaying the words over in his mind. You like him? You like him. You just said so! And you didn’t say anything to clarify to the contrary. In a show of uncharacteristic shyness, he fiddles with his hands a little, running his fingers through his hair and bouncing his knee, all his attention now drawn to you as he tries to work off his nervous energy. 

Everything about you excites his senses. The way you stick your tongue out when you focus, the face you make when you don’t understand something, the overly formal way you email your questions and text him, the simple way that your existence makes his day a little brighter. He can’t believe he was considering dropping TAing for this class, the adorable look on your face as you read through the text making him want to press a fat, sloppy kiss on the apple of your cheek. 

Without thinking he catches your foot with his, sock-clad feet initiating a game of footsies. Your face doesn’t change but you return the challenge, kicking him lightly but not enough for him to be in pain. He continues by teasing you more, getting a little more aggressive as he watches you study, enjoying the silence in your presence practically with hearts in his eyes. He rests his chin in the palm of his hand, smiling like a lovesick fool at your form. 

Before you kick his thigh. 

“Ow!” He puts his hand against the slightly sore area, looking at you with shock. The look of mischief in your eyes makes him laugh, leading you to fall into laughter as well. 

“Do you just have a grudge against me that I don’t know about darling?” he coos, taking your hand in his and pressing his cheek against it. It’s warm, a warmth he doesn’t want to forget. 

“No, nothing like that. I just like to mess with you a little.” 

You stick your tongue out at him and he ignores a little thought in the back of his mind. He sticks his tongue back out at you and dissolves into laughter, fingers lightly interlocking with yours as he rests his cheek a little more into your hand. 

“Are you a negative charge? Because I’m positively attracted to you,” he says in a slight daze, not hiding the lovesick gaze in his eye. Unfortunately to him, you have no idea it’s there. 

You tilt your head curiously, giggling a little. 

“Kaeya? We’re doing biology, not chemistry.” He raises his brow and sits back, crossing his arms. 

“Really? How about I give you some more then? You tell me which ones you like.” 

“We have to study!” you say, still laughing a little. 

God. He wants to be the reason you laugh every day. 

“No. You have to study. I can just sit here and keep giving you more pickup lines to express my ever-growing fondness for you,” he responds, wracking his brain for some more. 

“Forget hydrogen, you’re my number one element.” You roll your eyes at him but don’t tell him to stop. So of course, he won’t. 

“Did you know your heart stops when you sneeze? It’s kinda like what happens to me when I think of you.” That one gets a snort of you and he smiles. 

“By the way your heart doesn’t actually stop. The prof might put that down as a trick question so you should totally remember that it doesn’t,” he adds. 

Taking your lab manual and reading over, he sees some of the notes you’ve put down. He sees that you have a notebook next to it, picking it up and seeing it has additional notes on lab procedures. Judging by how messy it is and the lack of his writing in it he guesses this is a personal book, one he isn’t meant to mark. 

A little sneakily, he grabs one of his pens and begins scribbling in your notes. Some of the things are useful. He finds little sections where you have question marks and either gives them a checkmark if you’re right or corrects you if they’re wrong. Wherever there’s a bit of a space he writes down a pickup line, something like “If you ask nicely I might give you some of my vitamin D~!” or “You must be the acid to my litmus paper because every time I meet you I turn bright red”. He tries to keep them on-brand with biology but considering that you were just doing an introductory course he has no idea if you’ll understand them. 

You were none the wiser, finding yourself able to finally focus for the first time in a while. Kaeya was finally quiet, a sign you’ll soon learn to be a bad thing but for now, just being in his presence to work was helping you tons. Every time you did have a question he stopped whatever he was doing to help you out. 

You were glad to have found a friend in Kaeya, his antics and teasing a welcome reprieve in your previously monotonous life. 

[sunnysviolin]

Omotober Day Two- Faraway

You can also read it here on ao3

In a small town like Faraway, gossip is a ritual. The intricate ways of being nosey and knowing everything about your neighbors must be carefully taught to all new inhabitants.

“No matter what you do, someone always knew you would.” ― Ami McKay

“Country folk talked, that was all. Whether in the borderlands or the baronies, gossip was ever the chief sport.” ― Stephen King

Faraway is a town with only two thousand seven hundred and fourteen people. It just barely crosses the threshold of rural to suburban, and despite what the mayor promised with all of the new construction plans, the people of the town didn’t expect that there would be many more people coming anytime soon.

Faraway was perpetually sleepy, and when you combined that with how much it lived up to its name in being far from any city, most newcomers either left quickly or never stayed in the first place. Everything closed at nightfall, and the worst crime was high school ruffians who occasionally spraypainted a wall or smashed in a mailbox or two. The town was little, but the residents liked it that way. They liked not having to worry about locking their doors or watching their backs as they walked around. They liked being able to poke their heads into each others backyards and always being invited to every party and outing.

But Faraway did have one detraction. As with pretty much every small town, most of the residents were terrible gossips. Such was the fate of a place without much to do, neighbors found their entertainment in one another.

“Did you hear Perdita’s husband finally got sick of her and left? It was only a matter of time, she’s a complete alchie”

“Greg finally found out that Emily was cheating on him and now they’re getting divorced. It is going to be meeeeessy. They’re fighting over the house and the kids!”

But the biggest piece of gossip was what happened to Sharon.

Anyone who moved into the town learned the story quickly. Once the new neighbors had a chance to settle in, a group would come over with a plate of cookies or a casserole after church, and wait until they were offered a cup of coffee and a chat. It was the neighborly thing to do after all, and it was important that anyone coming into their world know what they were getting into. Once the coffee was poured and the trivial compliments about the layout of the house were given, then it would start.

First with some simple things- who was going behind whos back, which couple was doomed to get a divorce before too long. It was important to gauge here if this new neighbor would be one of them or not. If the new arrival seemed put off or uncomfortable, a few feelers would be put out. They might just be new to small town life and not aware of the importance of knowing all of this. If all attempts to chat were rebuffed, then the rest of the town knew that this person wouldn’t last long among them.

But sometimes a new neighbor showed potential, promise in their willingness to listen and participate. If that happened, then it was time to move onto the main story that plagued the town even four years after it had happened. No one ever meant to talk about it, but it was inevitable that it would be brought up. It wasn’t every day that one of the darlings of the town ended up dead after all.

“A tragedy, such a shame.”

“Hung herself! Poor thing,”

“The girl had been only fourteen- oh wait fifteen. Yes Mari had been fifteen.”

“No, she hadn’t left a note, but everyone could guess. Her parents were always such strange people, so strict and demanding of their children. It was inevitable that one of them would snap, but no one expected it to be Mari. She seemed so happy, so above it all.”

“She was in a relationship with Teresa’s boy. Not the one still here, of course, but the one who’s in college now, studying to be a doctor. All the way on the other side of the country if you can believe it!”

“It only got worse from there though. Sharon’s husband had left her afterwards, and she never told anyone why...He probably blamed her for it. Men can be that way, can’t they?”

“Now she goes around acting like nothing happened at all. It’s bizarre. If I lost my daughter you wouldn’t catch me acting like she never existed.”

“I hear she’s moving. Yes I’m sure, the manager over at Fix-Its told me that she asked him for a moving company reference,”

“I saw a For Sale sign in the front yard. It make sense though, I have no idea how she could have possibly lived in that house for the last four years, knowing what her child did there,”

“‘How could she live in that house’? What I want to know is how could she let her son stay in there day in day out! After what happened to him,”

“Oh, sorry honey, let us explain. So Sharon has, well had, two children. Mari, her daughter and Sunny, her son. I can’t for the life of me remember how old he is. High school age now I suppose...but no one has seen him in years,”

“ Years . We’re completely serious. Sharon does errands and goes to work in an office nearby as a secretary, and she shows up sometimes for a cup of coffee or the occasional church meeting, but no one has seen Sunny since his sister died. He’s the one that found her, and he completely lost his mind. He’s psychotic now,”

“Now that isn’t fair. That child went through something no person should ever have to, and at such a young age. It’s no wonder the boy has issues, but Sharon should have done something. At least forced him to keep going to school,”

“You can’t deny that the child is strange, Margaret. He was strange before he found his sister hanging from a tree. My Ethan was in classes with him, and he said he used to see Sunny staring out the window for the entire class period without blinking. Like he was possessed,”

“He was friends with Perdita’s girl, and we all know how that child turned out. She’s going to end up making license plates and eating gruel before she turns twenty, mark my words,”

“And what about what happened to the cat? You can’t deny that’s strange,”

“Oh that’s just a rumor. I don’t believe it,”

“Rumors, but no ones seen it since she died. Lacey swears that she saw a dead cat in their trash bin only a week after Mari’s funeral. Don’t look at me that way, I’m just saying. I certainly don’t have any plans to let my children near that house,”

“Even if you did, they wouldn’t let you in! Teresa’s boy goes there every afternoon, and no one ever answers the door. He’s such a sweetheart, you should introduce your kids to him. Kel’s always been a rather lonely boy for some reason, even though he’s such a nice child. He’s been practically distraught since his brother left for school, the one we told you is going to be a doctor?”

“Oh by the way, make sure you don’t say any of this to Teresa or her husband. She’s still very close with Sharon and views Sunny like one of her own. If only Kel had rubbed off a little more on him,”

“I’m just glad that Kel got out of that group of kids before it completely devolved. Teresa’s boys are far to good to be around children like Sunny and Aubrey,”

[andontheseventhday]

Still trying to work through writers' block. Sorry if this reads more like word vomit, I needed to get it out of my brain. Slight NSFW implications. Do not read if you don't like/are triggered by predator/prey dynamics.

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The long grass lapped at your knees, gently tickling your sensitive skin. Beginnings of an adrenaline high were taking hold, heightening all of your senses. Standing eerily still on the far side of the clearing from you was Barbatos, his pale skin radiant and inhuman in the moonlight.

"Remember, darling, that I will give you a head start and that I will not cheat. But I will find you," his voice rang out clear as day above the whispering of the wind.

You knew the game. And although you had played it a few times, your body reacted in the same way every time. You supposed it was because you were experiencing some base human instinct; one that dated back thousands of years from when giant predators roamed the Earth. Whatever it was, the mixture of raw fear and nervous excitement was absolutely intoxicating. You knew these woods and had been chased in them many times since you were a child; by other children, teenage boys, and even an angry hunter once, but never by a demon. The idea of being chased by a being that could easily snap your body in two with his bare hands had you shaking from both terror and arousal.

"On the count of three then." He spoke as you turned toward the forest and tried to adjust your eyes to the darkness before you. "One." You turned your head to the wind, noting the direction so you could keep yourself downwind. "Two." You knew he had turned around at this point; he was a demon of his word after all, and didn't want to spoil the fun for either of you. "Three."

You took off as quickly as you could, aiming to put as much distance between the two of you as possible in the fifteen minute head start he gave you. Do not trap yourself up a tree. Do not hide where there is only one exit. Do not travel upwind. You repeated your personal rules like a mantra in your head as you ran, trying to remember the layout of the vast forest in front of you. The first few times you had played the game, it had been in the Demon Lord's castle and each time, Barbatos had found you, conquered you, in five minutes flat. But not today. This is the first time you were playing on your turf; leveling the playing field just a little.

Your heart pounded in sync with your feet as you wracked your brain for a spot to rest. There was no water from what you could remember, only dried up ravines. And even though it had rained, you weren't convinced that it was enough to fill a puddle, let alone create a river. Your pace slowed as your breathing got heavier. You needed to collect yourself. You knew that if you kept breathing as loudly as you were, Barbatos would find you much more quickly.

Your head start had to be up by now, and you were no closer to finding a solution. You stopped for a moment and closed your eyes, trying to listen for any sign that he was approaching, but all you could hear was the rustling of the leaves. And then you heard the whisper of his voice in your head, as if his lips were pressed against your ear. "I'm going to find you, my love. And when I do, I'm going to devour you."

Your gut twisted, fear gripping you, and you began to run again without even realizing it. That was when you saw it. You had misjudged where you were entirely. In front of you, right outside of the tree line, was a large cliff face; both too tall to climb and too wide to easily get around. You were trapped. Cornered because of your memory's fallacies. You could have sworn you were heading toward one of the ravines. Mind racing, you advanced toward the rocks, triying to think of an alternative. Climbing a tree was starting to look like your only option.

"Found you, darling." Barbatos' voice sounded from just behind the trees, dark and dripping with triumph. You whipped around, backing up until your back was flush with the stone. He slowly stepped from the darkness and into the moonlight, and the sight of him brought you to your knees.

He was frightening; moreso than he had ever been during your games in the castle. Out here he looked wild. Feral. He was in his demon form, his hair disheveled from the chase. He had discarded his jacket and waistcoat entirely, leaving only a dress shirt with sleeves rolled to the elbow. His tail lashed around like a serpent behind him as he approached you.

"You escaped me for longer than I had imagined. Do you know how long it took me to find you?" You shook your head, eyes wide and voice lost, as you took in his blown pupils and gleaming fangs. "Half an hour." He stopped a few feet from you and sniffed the air, licking his lips with a small sigh. "Do you know how I eventually found you?"

You shook your head again, and slowly began to adjust your feet beneath you in small moment of clarity. You had to time it just right.

"I could smell you. Your panic. Your arousal. There's really nothing quite like it. The taste alone makes me crave more. I'm so hungry, my love." He paused briefly, assessing you, and then lunged.

You dove to the side desperately, scrambling to your feet and taking off at a sprint. You heard a graceless thud as he fell into the dirt, followed by an unearthly, angry roar. You couldn't make this easy for him, if he wanted a chase, you'd give him one.

[emeraldbabygirl]

N.Flying reaction to you being on your moon

So I decided to write a thing. I’m not sure if this is a reaction but I know it’s not a headcannon..at least I don’t think it is. And I wanna start with this one and from here on out write the titles at the top and fix any previous works that are framed like this so it looks better? I’m still trying to figure out how I want my layouts to look like. Btw for some reason tumblr is whack and it’s not showing me any gifs of N.Flying except for like five and they’re all recent from the Moonshot mv and it’s not what I’m looking for. It’s been happening with me a lot not whenever I search for a gif it only spits up a few and they are recent like everything else got deleted? Idk it could be a bug on my end or just tumblr doing its stupid thing so this reaction unfortunately won’t have gifs :( I’m sorry

Seunghyub: Seunghyub was a man that would come running to you at the drop of a hat. He was very gentle and understanding with you while you were on your moon and he loved showering you with cuddles and kisses in hopes it would cheer you up cause he knew how moody you could get. You came home from work and not meaning to sound like a bitch you grumbled at his friendly greeting. Seunghyub was too smart to frown as he knew you couldn’t help it. He followed you down the hall entering you room and then the bathroom to draw you a nice bubble bath. He figured the light might be to harsh if you had a headache so he lit a couple candles around and found you in your room attempting to crawl into bed with your work clothes still on. “Darling come here I drew you a nice bubble bath.” He said pulling you out of bed. You grumbled and attempted to fight him like a cat afraid of water. “Come on now you don’t want to sleep in your clothes. You’ll feel better after a bath huh?” You huffed in defeat as Seunghyub led you into the bathroom. Helping you with your clothes he held your hand as you stepped in the warm water. You immediately sighed and began relaxing. Seunghyub let you close your eyes as he gently washed your hair and scrubbed your back. “Thank you for this Seunghyub really. And the candles are cute.” You smiled warmly at him. Seunghyub hands are covered in bubbles but he still cups the side of your face to kiss you. “Anytime Darling.”

Chahun: For the most part you were calm as far as mood on your period but your cravings for random foods and your appetite always increased. Chahun has picked you up from work and you were passing every fast food place and restaurant in the universe. Well that’s what it felt like. “Hunnnnn I want fried chicken..or a hamburger. Look there’s a sushi restaurant right there let’s get something to eat pleaseeee” you whined pressing your face against the window. “It’s late love, we’re going home. I’ll fix you something then okay?” Chahun said. You appreciated and loved Chahun cooking for you but you wanted greasy food right now and you felt bad about him always cooking despite you knowing full well how to. “Chahun..don’t you think you cook too often for me? I mean..wouldn’t you like a break? Besides I really want to go out.” The rest of the ride was silent. You sat at the table in sweats and watched Chahun shuffle around the kitchen. You loved watching him cook you just felt bad that he was always doing it and even when you weren’t hungry he still insisted. You felt even worse when you were on your period. Chahun finished up and plated food for both of you landing a kiss on the top of your head before placing your food in front of you. “I know you want fast food and I know you think I cook to much for you but I think home cooked meals are better on your tummy, especially during your lady time. Also you are my girlfriend and I enjoy cooking for you as a sign of love. Now eat up and then we can do whatever you want for the rest of the evening.” You smiled taking a bite of food. Chahun was too sweet.

Jaehyun: Jaehyun always did his absolute best to cheer you up whenever you were having your monthly and most of the time he could get a smile out of you. Tonight though you were laying on the couch in tears from the cramps you were having and Jaehyun couldn’t seem to cheer you up. He tried jokes, dancing goofy, breaking one of his sticks on purpose but nothing was working, you were in too much pain. Jaehyun kneeled in front of you moving your hair away from your face so he could wipe the tears that were falling. “Sweetie I’m sorry you’re so much pain..is there anything I can do?” Jaehyun was sad seeing you like this. “Rip out my uterus please” you said. This sent Jaehyun into a laughing fit. The sudden outburst from him and seeing him roll around on the floor from how silly you were being put a small smile on your face but that went away when you got a cramp the felt like you got kicked really hard in the stomach. Jaehyun settled down and noticed your silent suffering. “Hey, let’s lay down on the bed it’s probably more comfy. I can make you some tea and..” Jaehyun stopped talking. You probably didn’t feel like getting up. Jaehyun decided to just sit with you and comfort you as best he good. He heated up a hot pack and placed it on next to your side. Running his hand through your hair helped you relax a little and the hot pack slowly started to help with the cramps. Jaehyun covered you up with a blanket as you drifted off to sleep and quietly cleaned up the living room.

Hweseung: Hweseung was use to how moody you were. He comforted you whenever you cried wheather it was cramps or you got sad, he bought you your comfort foods when you were hungry and cranky and he even put up with your random laughing fits. He knew how your emotions could get on your time of the month but he was confused this month as you kept initiating sex. You weren’t normally like this and poor Hweseung didn’t know how to go about it. “Fuck me Hweseungggg” you blurted out while you to were on the couch watching tv. Hwesung was so surprised he nearly spit out his tea. “W-what?” Hweseung said after catching his breath. Did he hear you right? “Come on I’m hornyyyy” you whined starting to attack his neck with your lips. “Babe, do you really feel like having sex right now? It’s messy and you might hurt more. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable..also you don’t want to get pregnant now do you?” Hweseung was very aware of the ovulation cycle and knew that today would be the best time to have sex if you were looking to make mini yous. “Yesss let’s make lots of babies please Hweseung. Fuck me I’ll feel better.” You said against his neck. Hweseung sat as you cuddled and crawled all over him. Hweseung himself wasn’t fond of the idea of period sex at all. He definitely thought it was a bad idea while you were menstruating but he didn’t want to upset you. After contemplating for awhile and going over the possibilities of you actually getting pregnant he decided he would go through with it. But he took to long as he could hear your light snoring as you must’ve conked out from exhaustion. Hweseung sighed in relief seeing you out with your head on his lap. You looked like a cat, it made Hweseung smile. He repositioned your head in a more comfy direction and rubbed your lower back while he continued to watch tv. He chuckled to himself at the thought of you falling asleep during sex. You were just too tired and you needed your sleep.

Dongsung: Dongsung was really good to you around your time of the month. He would give you hot packs if you were having cramps, cook for you or order anything you wanted, draw you baths or set clothes out for you after a shower. He would tend to your every need and you were thankful but he was always running around too much. “Dongsung,” you said coming out of your room after changing from your work clothes. Dongsung practically rushed to your feet with a concerned look. He was always so adorable it made you sad that he felt he had to tend to your every need. “Is everything okay babe?” He asked worry in his voice. You sighed. “Can we just watch a movie tonight. You always work so hard to help me and I just want you to stop and relax. Can we just have an easy night tonight? Please?” Dongsung nodded quietly and grabbed your hand and you both walked to the living room. “Can I still make popcorn though?” You smiled out how perfectly silly he was. “Yes of course, but hurry up please I wanna cuddle.”

I did Hweseung’s last so sorry if it’s kind of crappy towards the end. It took me two hours to finish this cause I was distracted from vibing to N.Flying lmao. Anyway I wanted to make this cause I’m in my N.Flying feels again and I just thought this would be a nice lil thingy. (Also side note I feel like Hweseung would be really sweet and neat during sex in general and even more so if it was period sex even though period sex is gross and messy but I just wanted to add all the aspects and things around your moon time)