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[monkeyandelf]

The Current Is The Forbidden Past: Echoes of Ancient Ingenuity in Our Modern World

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The Current Is The Forbidden Past: Echoes of Ancient Ingenuity in Our Modern World

In our relentless march towards progress, humanity often views its advancements as entirely novel, triumphs of contemporary intellect.

Yet, what if the very innovations we celebrate today are merely echoes of a forbidden past, forgotten knowledge resurfacing in a cyclical pattern of civilization’s rise and fall?

Beyond the Bat-Signal: The Real Batman and Ancient Deities

When we hear “Batman,” our minds conjure images of Gotham’s dark knight, a comic book icon. Yet, the concept of a bat-like vigilante predates DC Comics by decades, even millennia.

Around 1870, an Englishman named Bill Smith immigrated to New York City. Working in a butcher’s shop, Smith became increasingly aware of the dangers lurking in the city’s underbelly. Repeated shoplifter raids and attacks on passers-by spurred him to action. With courage as his cape, Bill began to protect the defenseless.

He was later joined by a younger associate named Robin. Four years into his vigilante career, Bill donned a legendary head mask, crafted to resemble a bat, to conceal his true identity. In this guise, he patrolled the nights, seeking out criminals. This real Batman, as he was known, operated long before his comic book counterpart, who first appeared in Detective Comics No. 27 in May 1939.

Even more astounding is the ancient lineage of the bat-god. In Mayan mythology, Camazotz (also spelled Kama-Zots, Soc, Zots) was a terrifying bat-god embodying night, death, and sacrifice. His name, derived from the K’iche words “kame” (death) and “sotz'” (bat), literally means “death-bat.” The Maya-Quiché epic Popol Vuh describes Camazotz as the overseer of one of Xibalba’s (the Mayan underworld) five “houses of trials” – the dreaded “House of the Bat.” A sculpture of Camazotz, now displayed at the Museo Popol Vuh, chillingly illustrates this ancient, powerful deity. The similarities between a modern fictional hero and an ancient, fearsome bat-god suggest a deeply ingrained archetype within the human psyche, transcending eras and cultures.

The Smile That Spans Millennia: Ancient Emoticons

The smiley face, a ubiquitous symbol of happiness in our digital age, feels inherently modern. Yet, its origins stretch back over 4,000 years, revealing a fascinating commonality in human expression across vast chronological divides.

In 2017, during excavations in southern Turkey, archaeologist Nicolo Marchetti from the University of Bologna unearthed a ceramic jug from the ancient Hittite civilization. This seemingly ordinary container, used for drinking sherbet, bore an extraordinary etching: a curved line for a smile and dotted eyes. Dated to approximately 1700 B.C., this artifact represents the world’s oldest smiley face, predating the modern icon by millennia. It’s a poignant testament to how universally human minds from different eras grasp the same fundamental associations – that two dots and a curved line convey a smile.

Fast forward to the 20th century. In 1963, Harvey Ball, director of marketing at State Mutual Assurance Company, was tasked with creating a morale-boosting symbol for employees. In just ten minutes, he sketched the now-famous smiling face within a bright yellow circle. He chose yellow for its “sunny look” and striking visibility. Despite its initial popularity, this yellow face remained unnamed until 1972. It was then that Frenchman Franklin Loufrani began using it to mark positive news in his newspaper, France Soir. Loufrani christened the symbol “Smiley” (from “smiley face”), successfully registered it as his trademark in over a hundred countries, and founded the Smiley Company, which began mass-producing merchandise.

The digital evolution of the smiley, the familiar 🙂 emoticon, also has a precise origin. On September 19, 1982, scientist and programmer Scott Fahlman from Carnegie Mellon University first used this textual symbol via the university messaging system. While today emoticons are synonymous with online communication, their initial popularity exploded in the late 1990s, particularly in Japan with the rise of SMS. The transition from physical badges to ubiquitous digital shorthand demonstrates a natural progression, yet the core expressive desire, as shown by the Hittite jug, has remained constant.

Fashion Forward or Ancient Echoes? The Horse in a Coat

Fashion trends are often perceived as fleeting products of specific cultural moments. But imagine a garment so ahead of its time that it exists in ancient artifacts.

Two intriguing figurines from the Tang Dynasty period (618-907 A.D.) in China reveal a peculiar fashion statement. Discovered in an ancient burial in Henan Province, one depicts a horse in a coat. It’s speculated that the deceased, born in the Year of the Horse, might have had this faience version accompany him to the afterlife.

This unique statuette is now part of the collection at the Eskenazi Gallery in London. Another figurine, a snake with traces of coloring, resides in the Art Institute in Minneapolis. The existence of a horse in a coat over a thousand years ago challenges our notions of sartorial innovation, suggesting that even seemingly modern concepts of animal attire have ancient roots.

Microchips in Ancient Skulls: The Unsettling Truth of Sac Actun

The idea of implantable microchips controlling human functions is a cutting-edge, often controversial, frontier of modern technology. Yet, archaeological findings suggest this concept might be far older than we dare to imagine.

In 2021, archaeologist Guillermo de Ande participated in an expedition to Sac Actun, the world’s largest underwater cave system. During a press conference, de Ande reported the recovery of over 150 skulls from the flooded cave. Among these, several specimens contained astonishing anomalies: microcircuits embedded within their bone tissue. Naturally, such a claim was met with immediate skepticism, with de Ande facing accusations of falsification. However, Jorge Sancho, the head of Mexican archaeologists, publicly defended de Ande, informing the global archaeological elite of the indisputable evidence. Dating revealed the finds to be approximately 9,500 years old, pushing the timeline of advanced technology in human physiology back by millennia.

This discovery resonates chillingly with contemporary developments. In May 2023, Elon Musk’s Neuralink received permission from the US Food and Drug Administration (FDA) to conduct clinical trials of brain-implanted chips in humans. While initial trials on monkeys demonstrated the technology’s functionality, regulators had previously expressed concerns about potential complications, particularly during chip removal. Neuralink’s ambitious goals include controlling electronics, restoring limb mobility, combating depression, regulating hormones, restoring hearing, and even enhancing brain efficiency. The startling parallels between Neuralink’s futuristic aspirations and the ancient microcircuits found in Sac Actun raise profound questions about the true history of technology and human potential.

Ancient Brain Surgery or Astute Metaphor? The Stone of Stupidity

Medical advancements are often seen as a clear indicator of linear progress. However, a popular subject in 15th-17th century Dutch paintings offers a humorous, yet insightful, look at ancient perceptions of mental ailment and “cure.”

“The Removal of the Stone of Stupidity” (also known as “Operation of Stupidity”) depicts a “surgeon” ostensibly curing a patient of foolishness by extracting a metaphorical “stone” from their head. Artists like Hieronymus Bosch, Jan van Hemessen, Lucas van Leyden, and even Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn explored this theme. In Dutch, the idiom “to carve a stone” means “to deceive,” suggesting that these paintings portray not genuine surgery, but rather charlatanism.

While modern medicine has evolved far beyond such literal interpretations of mental illness, the underlying concept of “extracting” a problem from the mind, or the societal perception of “folly” being a tangible entity, links us to our distant ancestors. These artworks, while satirical, reflect a human desire to understand and “cure” mental afflictions, even if the methods were symbolic or deceptive. The continuous effort to improve mental well-being, though vastly different in execution, forms a timeless thread connecting us to these historical depictions.

Holograms Through Time: Ancient Illusions and Modern Projections

Holography, the method of recording and reproducing three-dimensional images using wave interference, is widely credited to Hungarian physicist Dennis Gabor in 1947, with widespread use only emerging after the laser’s invention in the 1960s. Yet, evidence suggests the mastery of light and illusion might be an older art.

In 2021, Italian archaeologists discovered an amazing ring with a hologram effect in an unlooted 2nd-century tomb near Rome. The tomb contained two richly decorated marble sarcophagi, revealing the burials of a young man, Titus Carvilius (who died at 18), and his mother, Ebucia. To eternalize her son’s memory, Ebucia commissioned this extraordinary ring. The jeweler, though unknown, demonstrated immense skill and ingenuity.

Using only ancient techniques, the master created an effect of “presence” that profoundly amazed modern researchers, achieving an amazing ring with a hologram effect centuries before Gabor’s theoretical work. This find challenges our assumptions about the limitations of ancient technology and their understanding of light manipulation. It suggests that complex optical illusions, if not true holography, were certainly within the grasp of exceptionally skilled artisans, blurring the lines between ancient craft and modern science.

Stainless Steel: A Thousand-Year-Old Secret

The invention of stainless steel, a chromium-alloyed steel that resists corrosion, is largely attributed to early 20th-century metallurgy, building on 19th-century discoveries about chromium’s properties. It was considered a major technological breakthrough. However, recent archaeological findings demonstrate that this “modern” innovation was known a millennium ago.

In 11th-century Persia, the addition of the mineral chromite to crucible steel was no secret. The manuscript al-Jamahir fi Marifa al-Jawahir meticulously details this process. When archaeologists searched for the Chahak monument in southern Iran, a significant steel production center from the 12th to the 19th century, they found evidence of crucible steel making. Tests on the unearthed samples yielded astonishing results: the presence of 1-2% chromium steel. This means the production of chromium steel predates its “modern” invention by ten centuries. This incredible discovery forces us to reconsider the linearity of technological development and acknowledge the sophisticated metallurgical knowledge held by ancient civilizations.

The Cyclical Nature of Innovation

These examples – from ancient Batmen to prehistoric microchips, ancient smileys to thousand-year-old stainless steel – paint a compelling picture. They challenge the linear narrative of human progress, suggesting instead a cyclical pattern of invention, loss, and rediscovery.

Perhaps the “forbidden past” isn’t forbidden because it was actively suppressed, but because knowledge, like civilizations, rises, flourishes, and sometimes fades, only to re-emerge when humanity reaches a new stage of development or simply re-stumbles upon forgotten truths. The current moment is indeed a past re-emerging, a powerful reminder that while technology evolves, the human mind’s capacity for ingenuity and innovation is a timeless, recurring force.

[firstdivisiongirl]

Hi sissy!

I have a request for headcanons. Imagine a oldest siblings club in Tokyo Revengers.

Thank you!

Hi sissy! I love this. It’s only something your mind would come up with. But it’s cute. I hope you like this.

Oldest Siblings Club

All of the oldest siblings in Toman, Black Dragon, etc decided they wanted time to themselves

So they started an oldest siblings club

They meet every other Wednesday 

Shinichiro is the leader

Because he is the best leader

Mitsuya or Smiley bring snacks

Everyone loves them

Especially Smiley’s ramen

Hina is the only girl in the club 

Poor her

But they all try to include her and do things they think she would enjoy as well

Taiju even came

But he immediately got kicked out

He still doesn’t realize they kicked him out

Takeomi is Vice President

They just don’t want him having to deal with money.

Ran sleeps sometimes 

It’s just nice not to hear his brother playing loud music when he wants sleep

We know how that goes

What do they do you may ask?

Well, they sometimes play games

Sometimes (most of the time) they complain about their siblings

Except for Mitsuya, Hina and Smiley

Their siblings are amazing 

They’ve all become really good friends and even hang out when they aren’t having a meeting

It’s all good

Please do not copy, modify, translate or repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs and likes are highly appreciated!

[mieczyhale]

if you wanted to blush back then we had this face -> o///o

you could make just about any face if you got creative

😳 <- this emoji but without the blush or romantic connotation. im not blushing im staring you directly in your fucking eyes

[royharperwifey]

-–☆⁂☕︎Hacked☕︎⁂☆–--

~♡~ Part 2 ~♡~

After, like almost 250 likes on part one (omg) I have finally written part 2. Enjoy. Part 1

[tim drake] [part 2] [slow burn] [mlw] [damian wayne is a cutie patootie] [x reader] [fluff] [reader has glasses] [tim has glasses] [yearning!tim] [cutesy!tim] [awkward nerd!tim]

The silence stretches as Tim stares at you.

"His ward?"

"No, Timothy, his secret love child with Joker. Yes, his ward. He isn't completely heartless." You say. You making Tim look stupid caused Damian to take a liking to you.

"I like you. Make Drake look stupid again." He said, which got ignored when Tim spoke up.

"I– but– HUH??" He was having am existential crisis right now. He rubbed his temples before his brain exploded.

You offered to talk about it over lunch. It was a date. (With Damian poking your arm and asking you to make Tim look stupid again, but a date nonetheless).

>>—♡—>

"So, Sionis is your...?" Tim started as she sipped a hot chocolate.

"Adoptive father. Joker killed my biological parents and Sionis took me in as a 'fuck you' to Joker. But I grew up well. I mean I'm an engineering student. But Sionis is... thoughtful." The tone in your voice told Tim that he was not to push for more information, no matter how much he wanted to.

"Why were you following me, though. You do that to all the girls you hack or am I special?" You ask.

A smile graces Tim's lips. "No, just a regular day in life of Tim The Stalker."

Damian gagged. "You suck at flirting."

"Says the 9 year old who was rejected for the spring dance." Tim shoots back, and Damian stabs a fork into his thigh, not cutting flesh, but hurting him.

"Fuck." He whispers as he presses a hand over his thigh.

"I told you never to speak of it." Damian seethes, clearly it was a soft spot.

"Aw, kiddo. I'll go with you." You smile.

"Pardon?"

"I'll take you to the spring dance. Mine is too lame anyways." It was true, but the dejected pook in the 9 year oldest eyes makes your heart clench.

"Really?" Damian asks, confused as to why a beautiful young woman like you would want to go to a third grader's spring dance.

"Yeah."

>>—♡—>

And that's what happened. That Friday, a dapper 9 year old knocks on your front door at 6pm sharp. You open the door and you're in a cute floral dress appropriate for a primary school dance. Damian smiles with a few missing teeth at you. Alfred, in the car gives a small wave.

Damian gives you a single tulip flower. "Drake said they are your favourite. I hope you like it." He says. You smile and take the flower.

"Thank you, damian, I love it."

You look behind you as Roman Sionis stands there. Being a protective father figure, and wanting to tease the kid, he walked up.

"You better not break her heart, hear me boy?" Black Mask says. Damian nods, tempted to take his sword out and behead the man.

"Yes, sir." He says instead. Sionis kisses you on the head and let's you go enjoy your night.

"Miss, I am Alfred Pennyworth. It is lovely to meet you." The older man says.

"Hi, Alfred." You wave warmly. Damian sees what Drake sees in you. You're warm, fuzzy, chirpy and smiley.

>>—♡—>

The gym of the primary school is lit with neon lights and 10 year olds in the corner trying to act cool with gummy worm cigarettes. You take Damian's small hand and guides him to the dance floor.

"Father never taught me to dance," he admits sheepishly.

"Thats okay. I'll teach you a simple waltz." You say as you take his two hands. You slowly step forwards with your right foot, causing Damian's left foot to go backwards. The dancing teaching takes about 10 minutes until you've managed to teach him the gist of it. Soon, you're dancing with the 9 year old and you realise that this was so much funner than your stupid senior dance anyway.

Damian smiles and fetches you hors d'oeuvres. He's fancy like that.

"Drake has a very big crush on you. Like dinosaur big." He says before shoving a mini-burger into his mouth.

"Really?" You ask, not surprised, per se, but rather delighted.

"Mhm. He once spent over 30 minutes getting ready for a 'fit check' he sent you. He's pathetic." Damian muttered.

You smile as you think back to the random photos he sends. The ones that you look forward to seeing.

"I can see why he likes you. You are very kind and beautiful." He says it matter-of-factly, as though telling an simple fact rather than he, himself, finding you attractive.

"Aww, you're too cute, Damian." You smile.

"You made Drake look stupid. I suppose you are 'cute' as well. Did you enjoy the evening? Did I made an adequate 'date'?" He asks. You nod.

"You were lovely. 5 stars. Who rejected you?" You ask.

Damian turned pink as he subtly points to a ginger girl on the dancefloor who was dancing with a blonde boy who kept looking over at the two of you like he envied the guy who brought a highschooler. "Her. She's really pretty and compliments my drawings." He murmurs.

"Its okay. You'll find someone." You pull Damian into your side. Damian stiffens, but doesn't move away.

"Drake is quite lucky." Is all he says as the two of you walk out to the car.

"It is quite early, would you like to stay for some tea or perhaps some warm milk?" Damian offered. You spot Tim watching you from his bedroom window on the 2nd floor.

"Why not?" You say as you step inside.

As Damian gets washed and dressed for bed, you sitt in the dining room with a cup of tea as Tim walked in.

"Hey." He said. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?? HEY??? HEY???? WHY DID YOU SAY IT LIKE THAT. He internally panics.

"Hey, stalker." You reply.

"How was the dance?" He asks. "Did bat brat give you any trouble?"

"He was actually so sweet. He told me you had a big crush on me. Like dinosaur." You laugh.

"Who wouldn't? You're beautiful and kind." Tim says it in the same tone as Damian had said it, but with a hint of something extra.

"You think I'm pretty?" You ask as you walk closer to Tim.

"So pretty." He whispers once you're close enough. He brushes some of your hair from your face. "You look stunning by the way. May I have this dance?" He asks.

"You may."

Tim takes your hand, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it before bowing and beginning to dance the waltz flawlessly.

"You dance very well." You comment.

"Rich parents kinda means lots of Galas and lots of dancing. But thank you, you too." He says as he spins you around, your skirt flowing with the motion.

No music plays, but your heart flutters with each movement. Tim is internally celebrating that he is not only dancing with a pretty girl, but that pretty girl is you.

His lip moves between his teeth as he spins you, trying to contain his smile. His heart stops entirely when you press your lips to his when the spin comes to an end.

And he melts. His hands find purchase on your waist as he softly pulled you closer. The world stops and it's just the two of you, in the carpeted living room, Tim in a dress shirt, red sweater vest and trousers, no shoes, mismatch socks and you in all your stunning glory in that dress.

"Would it be considered Stockholm syndrome to kiss my stalker." You whisper once the kiss ended.

"Even if it would, I tend to have a thing for the mentally ill." Tim says, trying to hide his breathlessness that came from his heart racing. Real smooth. About as smooth as low tide's jagged rocks.

"Weirdo."

"I could be your weirdo. If you'll have me that is, if you won't, that totally fine—" You cut him off with another kiss, to which he promptly melts again, his hand splaying across the bare skin of your back, exposed by the backless dress you wore.

Alfred walked in with young Damian holding his hand, who glared at Tim.

"Pardon the interruption, Miss and Master Timothy, but young Master Damian wished to bid his date a good night." Alfred said.

You crouched in front of Damian who was in green lizard pyjamas. "Night, Damian. You were a lovely date and don't worry, I'm pretty sure that ginger girl isn't worth it anyway." You say, making Damian crack a smile.

"Get home safe." He concluded before pressing his little lips to your cheek, to which you returned the chaste gesture. Damian went up the stairs and Tim looked at you as you rose back to standing.

"Do i have to be worried about competition?" Tim teased.

>>—♡—>

"Where's the young boy?" Roman Sionis asked as Tim dropped you off at your house.

"He had a bed time. I wanted to escort the lovely lady home." Tim said. You kissed Tim on the cheek, causing a lovesick gleam to glaze over his blue eyes.

"Thanks, Stalker." You smile sweetly and walk into the house. Black Mask looks at Tim with narrowed eyes, sure he's seen the boy *somewhere* before, but unable to place it.

"Enjoy your evening, boy." The door shut. But that didnt stop Tim from going home and grinning like an idiot. Steph looked at him like he was a lunatic. Damian did not spill information, but he did smile every time he saw the picture of the two of you at the spring dance, you much taller that him, in your pretty dress and makeup. The photo was framed and hidden in his desk drawer.

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[mmegwrld]

✎⋆。𖦹 LIPSTICK + kim seokjin

jin’s been hiding something big—something personal, soft, and totally unexpected. hoseok and jungkook turn into accidental detectives as they follow a trail of subtle clues. the truth is closer than ever… and they’re not ready for it.

word count : 4.9k

genre : FLUFF!

warnings : idol! jin x mangers niece! reader, this is mostly in hobi & jk's pov, kissing, the reader has long enough hair to put up... sorry to my bob people, swearing, invasion of privacy(?) LOL, longggg ficccc

a/n : idk if i like this one but i hope y'all do!!! LOL... and this is the longest one ive ever written sooo

masterlist

the other 6 members already knew that the oldest member of bangtan was pretty to himself. he was outgoing, funny and nice but they didn’t know much about his outside friends… or life. 

but what they didn’t expect was for him to hide a secret girlfriend from them!

it was supposed to be a quick trip. just snacks and something sweet jin had been craving all week. he insisted on coming with you, claiming he needed a break from the dorm chaos. you didn’t argue, anytime alone with him felt rare and golden.

the hoodie he wore was pulled low, mask snug over his face, but you could still see the way his eyes softened when you teased him about being clingy. his arm never left your shoulders, not even when you leaned down to grab something from the lower shelf.

“you’re gonna start a rumor like this,” you whispered, nudging him playfully. “let them talk,” he murmured, then leaned in closer. “you’re mine.”

you laughed softly, just for him and he grinned like he’d just won something. around the corner, out of sight, hoseok froze with a box of lucky charms halfway to his basket.

he didn’t mean to eavesdrop—okay, maybe he did a little but it was jin. jin, of all people, looking suspiciously boyfriendy with a girl whose face he couldn’t see. he couldn’t even catch her voice clearly, just the sound of laughter and that familiar teasing tone that jin usually reserved for the guys.

hoseok ducked back, peeking again, squinting to get a better look. still nothing. just the back of a girl. long sleeves, uggs, hair pulled up with a grey colored hair tye. jin’s arm around her shoulders like it belonged there.

his mouth dropped open, “no way.”

this was big. like jin big. and he was absolutely telling the others. 

7 bangs

hobi: guys. emergency.

yoongi: if this is about cereal again

hobi: NO LISTEN

hobi: i saw jin

joon: okay…?

hobi: WITH A GIRL

tae: LMAO STOP

jk: what kind of girl???

hobi: like. a girl girl. pretty. soft looking. LAUGHING AT HIS JOKES

joon: okay but that doesn’t mean anything

hobi: HIS ARM WAS AROUND HER

tae: NOOOOOOOO

jk: hyung’s got game??

yoongi: impossible.

back at your apartment, you were curled up on the couch beside jin, phone tucked under your thigh just in case it buzzed. he had no idea what had just been unleashed in the group chat. his focus was on feeding you a strawberry, pretending like he wasn’t proud of himself when you took a bite.

meanwhile, hoseok paced the living room upstairs, practically dragging jungkook and taehyung behind him. “okay, listen— he had his arm around her. that’s not just friendly. that’s ‘we’re definitely dating and we share fries’ energy.”

“and you didn’t see her face?” jungkook asked, pulling out his phone. “could’ve been a staff member.” 

“nope. i only saw the back of her. but jin was all smiley. like smiley smiley.” taehyung gasped, “wait. what if it’s that new intern? the one from the music department?”

“no way, that girl has really short hair,” hoseok said, shaking his head. “this girl had her hair pulled up and had on the tan uggs.”

jungkook typed something into his notes, “okay. so we’re looking for someone with hair long enough to put up, tan uggs, soft laugh, short enough for him to wrap his arm around comfortably—”

“you guys are insane,” yoongi called from his room. “INSANE OR RIGHT?” taehyung yelled back.

“both,” yoongi muttered, closing his door. 

jungkook and hoseok had to find out who you were. 

clue #1

it was a lazy afternoon, the kind of day when the dorm felt quieter than usual. the members were all doing their own thing, except for hoseok and jungkook, who had taken it upon themselves to investigate jin’s mysterious “girlfriend.”

they’d been watching him closely, catching little details that seemed off. but today, they were getting more… invasive.

it started with jin’s car.

“i bet he keeps something there,” hoseok said, glancing over at jungkook as they stood by the parked vehicle. “think about it. he’s always so careful, so there’s gotta be a hint in here somewhere.”

jungkook shrugged, "let’s look.”

rhey both climbed into the back seat, knowing the coast was clear since jin had left to grab lunch with the others. jungkook opened the glove compartment first, half-expecting to find something incriminating. Instead, it was filled with the usual—maps, receipts, and old concert tickets.

“nothing here,” he said, scanning the rest of the compartment.

but then hoseok spotted something behind the passenger seat—a small, neatly folded grey hoodie, way too soft to be something jin would wear. he grabbed it, his eyes narrowing.

“this is definitely not his.” jungkook raised an eyebrow. “that’s… not his style at all. maybe it’s from the girl?”

hoseok held it up. “i bet it is. it’s way too cute for him. and it’s got that… scent.” he sniffed it dramatically. “yeah, this is definitely hers.”

clue #2

a few days later, the group had gone to the studio to record, but hoseok and jungkook stayed behind, determined to get to the bottom of this mystery. the last few days had been filled with jin’s weirdly private behavior, and they were so close to cracking the case.

hoseok motioned to jungkook as they snuck into jin’s room.

“alright, we’ve checked the car, the apartment… now it’s time to check his phone.” jungkook looked a little uneasy. “isn’t that a little—”

“not if we’re careful.” hoseok grinned, sliding onto jin’s bed and grabbing the phone off the nightstand when it buzzed. “see? he’s being all secretive and leaves it unlocked. perfect.”

jungkook hesitated, but the curiosity was too much. “alright, fine. but we better not get caught.”

they opened the phone, quickly scanning through his messages. most of them were from the guys, but there were a few from a contact they didn’t recognize. the name was simply “(name),” and there were an overwhelming amount of heart emojis in each conversation.

hoseok’s eyebrows shot up. “(name)? who the heck is that?” jungkook frowned. “could be her name… but why does it feel like he’s trying so hard to hide this?”

they scroll through the texts, giggling over a particularly sweet message where jin said, “i can’t wait to see you later. i miss your laugh.”

“well, that’s adorable,” jungkook said, a grin forming.

hoseok’s face lit up as he clicked on the photo gallery, and they scrolled through pictures of jin with various members, but nothing to indicate who (name) was—until they reached the very last photo.

it was a picture of jin and a girl, back to the camera, standing in front of a cafe with their arms around each other, both laughing.

“wait,” hoseok squinted. “is that… her?”

jungkook leaned closer, eyes widening. the girl had the exact hair, a white sweater, and from the back, it looked almost like… “no way. that’s her, isn’t it?”

just as they were about to zoom in on the photo, the door clicked open. jin’s voice echoed from the hallway. “hey, i left my—”

both of them jumped, scrambling to put the phone back down and pretend like nothing had happened.

jungkook flashed a nervous smile. “uh, we were just—uh—checking the room for, uh, a game controller?” 

hoseok quickly grabbed a random magazine off the desk. “yeah, yeah! totally not snooping or anything.”

jin walked in with an unreadable look, casually shrugging off his jacket. “i don’t know why you two are acting so suspicious, but sure, okay.”

they both tried to act casual, but the moment jin left the room again, hoseok and jungkook exchanged looks. “well, we know it’s (name) now,” jungkook muttered, flopping onto the bed. “but who is she? what does she do?”

hoseok scratched his head, “i don’t know, but i have a feeling we’re gonna find out soon enough.” they exchanged a knowing look. jin wasn’t fooling anyone anymore.

clue #3

jin was getting ready for a date with you, he glances at his watch constantly. hoseok and jungkook narrowed their eyes at him.

jin yelled from upstairs, “hey! can one of you grab my wallet! it’s in the kitchen,” without thinking they both jumped up. “got it!” they both say in sync. 

hoseok grabbed the wallet, a photo slipping out as they walked back. jungkook picked it up, gasping softly. rhe photo wasn’t a polaroid or anything fancy—just a simple picture of a girl, laughing in the sun, her hair framing her face perfectly. she had that soft, gentle look. 

jungkook stared at the photo, his eyes widening in realization. “that’s her. this is her. this is the girl.”

for a moment, neither of them said anything. they just stared at the picture in silence, trying to put the pieces together. it was all coming to a head—jin had been hiding you this entire time. they had a face to match the laughter they’d heard over the past few days. and it was real. this wasn’t some rumor. this was jin’s girlfriend.

just as they were about to snap out of their daze, they heard jin’s voice from the hallway, “hey, did you guys—?”

without thinking, jungkook stuffed the wallet back into the bag and slammed it shut. “nothing! we were just… uh, admiring your wallet, hyung!” hoseok said with an overly bright grin, obviously too guilty for it to be believable.

jin raised an eyebrow as he walked into the room, looking from one to the other. “what’d you find?”

jungkook was still a little breathless, trying to cover it up. “oh, nothing. just, uh, saw a picture of you in there.”

jin’s lips twitched upward in a smile, but he didn’t seem to notice their subtle panic. “oh, that’s just a picture of… someone special.” he shrugged nonchalantly. “you know, the usual.”

“uh-huh, sure, hyung,” hoseok said, trying to play it cool. “the usual.”

as jin left the room again, the door closing quietly behind him, the tension lingered in the air. jungkook and hoseok exchanged looks—both of them still processing what they’d just seen.

clue #4

the guys were rehearsing in the dance studio, and everything was going smoothly until jin walked in.

hoseok was in the middle of practicing some new footwork when he saw jin enter through the door. his eyes narrowed immediately. something was off.

jon was usually a bit casual after practice, but today, he was… different. his hair was messier than usual, like he’d been running his hands through it in a hurry. and there, on the side of his neck, was a red lipstick stain. not just one—it looked like there were a few, scattered like perfectly placed kiss marks.

on his bicep, was another faint lipstick stain. and from the way he was trying to subtly adjust his jacket, it was clear he didn’t realize just how obvious it was.

hoseok’s eyes practically popped out of his head. “is that…?” he whispered under his breath. jungkook, who was tying his shoe nearby, froze and followed hoseok’s gaze. his eyes widened. “no way.”

jin was totally oblivious as he walked to the center of the studio, tossing his gym bag onto the bench.

“what’s up?” he asked casually, like nothing was wrong, rubbing his neck absently, clearly uncomfortable with the attention he was getting. “why’s everyone staring?”

hoseok was the first to break the silence, a smirk spreading across his face. “hyung… what’s with the, uh, marks?”

jin blinked and instinctively raised a hand to his neck, realizing immediately what hoseok was referring to. he quickly straightened up, trying to act normal, but the stain was already glaringly obvious.

“ah,” he said with a forced chuckle, his cheeks turning a little pink. “i… uh… bumped into someone this morning. got a little too… friendly with the mirror.” he gave a weak laugh, but hoseok wasn’t buying it.

jungkook leaned in, pointing at the lipstick marks. “bumped into the mirror? really? i didn’t know mirrors gave out lipstick stains, hyung.”

jin fumbled for something to say, his usual confidence faltering just a little. “it’s— it’s nothing. really. just a little… accident.”

“uh-huh,” hoseok said, raising an eyebrow. “accident? that doesn’t look like an accident. that looks like a very intentional moment of affection.”

jungkook was biting back a grin. “sid she leave a note, hyung? or was it more of a we’ll pretend this never happened kind of deal?”

jin groaned, rubbing his neck again. “okay, okay. i get it. you two are detectives now.” he shot them a pointed look. “but can we please focus? we’ve got practice to get to.”

despite his protests, hoseok and jungkook couldn’t stop teasing. “so, when can we meet her, hyung?” hoseok asked with a wink. “we’ll definitely be watching out for that lipstick.”

“yeah, i’m sure she’s got great taste,” jungkook added, clearly enjoying himself. jin’s face flushed, “that’s it. i’m done. i’m leaving.” he turned to walk out, his embarrassment evident.

before he could escape, hoseok called out, “hey! don’t think you’re getting away without us finding out who she is.”

jin paused in the doorway, rolling his eyes, but a small smile tugged at his lips. “you’ll find out… eventually.”

as the door clicked shut, hoseok and jungkook exchanged a look. “we are so getting closer to figuring this out,” jungkook said, his grin wide.

clue #5

hoseok was standing in front of the stove with a wooden spoon in his hand and a completely lost look on his face. “this… doesn’t look right,” he muttered, eyeing the bubbling pot of what was supposed to be ramen.

jungkook leaned over his shoulder, wrinkling his nose. “is that… cheese? when did we put cheese in this?” “i thought it’d make it better!” hoseok groaned. “but now it’s just a mess.”

hoseok grabbed his phone. “okay, emergency. we’re calling jin-hyung.”

within a few rings, jin picked up, sounding casual as ever. “yo,” he said. “what’s up?”

“hyung, we’re dying. come save us,” hoseok said dramatically. “we tried cooking and—well, the kitchen’s not on fire, but it’s not not on fire.”

jin laughed, but before he could reply, a soft voice chimed in from the background on his end—your voice. light and bubbly, followed by the sound of giggling.

“you’re so mean—” you said between laughs, too far from the mic to be clear, but definitely close enough to be heard.

hoseok froze.

jungkook’s eyes widened.

there was a short pause.

“hyung?” jungkook said slowly, leaning closer to the phone. “who… was that?”

“huh?” jin replied quickly. a little too quickly. “no one. tv.” hoseok raised an eyebrow. “that didn’t sound like the tv.”

“really? must’ve been a rom-com,” jin said casually, but there was something off in his voice—like he was trying not to laugh. another small giggle came through the line, muffled this time, but still clearly real.

“HYUNG,” hoseok gasped. “you’re not alone!”

jom didn’t respond right away.

“jin,” jungkook said again, now grinning. “is someone there with you? like, someone someone?”

“i’m hanging up now,” Jin muttered, flustered, and the call immediately ended.

the silence in the kitchen was deafening before hoseok let out a gasp and smacked jungkook’s arm. 

“did you hear that?”

jungkook was already jumping in place. “that’s her! that has to be her!” hoseok nodded excitedly. “that was not a friend. that was a girlfriend laugh. i know that laugh!”

jungkook ran to the living room to grab his phone. “we’re gonna figure this out. she laughed like someone comfortable. like someone who’s been around jin a lot.”

hoseok was already pacing. “and she giggled at something he said! we’re so close, jay kay. so close.”

jungkook flipped open his notes app. “clue #5: heard mystery girl laughing in jin’s house. confirmed she finds him funny. possibly in love. definitely real.”

hoseok grinned, “this is the most exciting thing that’s happened all week.”

clue #6

it started out innocent enough— jin had forgotten his charger at the studio, and jungkook just happened to know the code to his apartment. hoseok, of course, just so happened to tag along.

“we’re literally just dropping it off,” jungkook said, holding up the charger like it was some kind of official delivery. “yeah,” hoseok agreed. “dropping it off and maybe doing a teeny bit of investigating.” 

they stepped inside jin’s apartment, both already scanning the place with eagle eyes. it looked normal—clean, organized, the faint smell of Jin’s cologne lingering in the air. but then hoseok stopped dead in his tracks.

on the couch.

right in the middle.

a perfectly placed hello kitty plush.

jungkook turned around and saw it too, his jaw dropping. “that was not there before.” 

“nope,” hoseok said, slowly walking toward it like it might attack. “that is not jin’s vibe. he’s more… alpacas and mario kart.”

jungkook crouched down in front of the plush, studying it like it was a crime scene clue. “it’s clean. it’s recent. no dust. this… this has been cuddled.”

hoseok gasped, “you think she stayed the night?”

“i think she lives here now,” jungkook whispered dramatically. there was a brief, reverent silence as the two of them stared at the tiny pink bow on hello kitty’s head.

jungkook pulled out his phone. “clue #6: mysterious feminine plush on jin’s couch. highly suspicious. highly cute.”

hoseok nodded seriously. “we’re onto her. she’s leaving breadcrumbs.”

“and we are eating them,” jungkook said proudly.

the final clue.

they were back. again.

at this point, hoseok and jungkook weren’t even pretending to have a reason to be at jin’s apartment—they were just nosy and determined.

“he said he was working all day,” jungkook whispered as they slipped inside, “so we’ve got time to look.”

“just a quick check,” hoseok agreed, eyes scanning the room like a detective in a crime drama. “in and out. we’re not being weird.”

ten seconds later, they were in the kitchen and that’s when hoseok stopped cold. “dude.” he pointed into the sink like it was a pile of gold.

there, sitting on top of jin’s usual black mugs and stainless steel tumblers, was a pastel pink ceramic mug with little strawberries on it. strawberries.

even worse? the words “you’re berry cute” were printed in cursive under the rim. 

jungkook’s mouth dropped open. “oh my god. that is not his.” hoseok picked it up carefully, like it was sacred. “this is hers. she drinks coffee here.”

“it’s got lipstick on the rim,” jungkook whispered, pointing. “she left a mark. this is literal evidence.” hoseok squinted, “same shade as the neck stain, i’m calling it.”

they stood there in stunned silence for a moment, the mug like a trophy between them. “she’s leaving a trail,” jungkook said. “this is marking her territory.”

hoseok nodded like he was decoding a conspiracy. “pink mug. lipstick stain. left in plain sight. she wants us to know.”

jungkook gasped. “she’s taunting us.”

just then, hoseok’s phone buzzed with a text from jin. 

jin: do not touch the pink mug. it’s not yours. 

you were curled up on jin’s couch, legs tucked under you, your hello kitty plush hugged close to your chest. jin was in the kitchen, putting away dishes, when he suddenly laughed under his breath.

you looked over at him, “what’s funny?”

he turned toward you, a playful glint in his eyes. “i think they’re onto us.” you blinked, then smiled slowly. “hobi and jungkook?”

jin nodded, walking over to flop down next to you. “they’ve been acting so weird. asking me random questions. dropping by my place like they’re not obviously snooping. jungkook stared at a mug for like ten minutes.”

you bit your lip to hide your grin, “my mug?” jin raised an eyebrow. “the one that says ‘you’re berry cute’? yeah. that one.”

you laughed, burying your face in the plush. “oh my gosh, no way.” he leaned his head back against the couch, smiling up at the ceiling. “they’ve seen the lipstick stains. the plushie. the photo in my wallet. i think… they’re putting it all together.”

you sat up a little, eyes shining. “do you wanna tell them?” jin turned to you, that signature smirk tugging at his lips. “not yet. i wanna see how far they’ll go first.”

you giggled, sliding closer to him until your head rested on his shoulder. “you’re evil.”

“me?” he tilted his head like he was offended. “you’re the one who left the mug out on purpose.” you shrugged, smiling innocently. “maybe i just like watching them suffer.”

he wrapped an arm around you, chuckling. “god, you’re perfect.” you hummed against his shoulder, voice soft. “think they’ll freak out when they realize it’s me?”

“oh, 100%,” jin said. “but it’ll be worth every second.” his plump lips kissed your temple. 

later that week, it was quiet in the building’s lobby when hoseok and jungkook stepped in, still buzzing from their latest theory.

“she’s definitely staying over,” jungkook whispered. “stains, plush, lipstick mug—it’s basically a second home.”

hoseok nodded. “at this point, she’s practically moved in.” Thehey headed toward the practice room, mid-convo, when they heard laughter echoing through the hall.

that laugh.

the one hoseok recognized from the phone call and the grocery store. he froze, “wait. wait—that’s her.” 

they whipped around the corner, and that’s when they saw it.

you were standing near the elevators, casually chatting with your uncle—their manager. your hair was pulled back, a tote bag slung over your shoulder, and you were laughing at something he said, just like the first day hoseok saw you at the store.

and then you turned slightly.

enough for the sunlight to hit your face.

enough for them to see you.

jungkook gasped, “THAT’S HER.”

hoseok eyes went wide, “THAT’S JIN’S GIRLFRIEND.”

you looked over at the sound of movement and locked eyes with them both. there was a flicker of recognition in your expression. you smiled politely.

but it was already too late. jungkook leaned over to hoseok, “that’s the girl from the wallet picture. the laugh. the mug. the everything. it all makes sense now.”

“she’s the niece,” hoseok whispered back, stunned. “she’s the manager’s niece!”

you took a step toward them, casually, with a knowing little smirk on your lips.

“hey,” you greeted, voice calm, sweet, like you hadn’t just shattered every assumption they’d been building for weeks. “you guys have been looking for me, haven’t you?”

they blinked. speechless. mouths open.

“what—how did—?” jungkook stammered.

you just laughed again—that laugh—and suddenly, it wasn’t a mystery anymore. it was hilarious.

jin strolled out of the hallway a second later, throwing an arm around your shoulders like he’d done at the store. “oh,” he said, totally unfazed. “you found her.”

“you—you knew we were snooping?!” hoseok exploded, eyes wide. jin grinned. “Obviously.”

you leaned into jin, laughing. “you guys are terrible spies.” jungkook looked like his soul had just left his body. “this whole time…”

jin nodded proudly, “this whole time.” hoseok groaned, covering his face. “we were literally taking notes.”

you and jin both laughed as you walked past them, hand in hand. “nice mug, by the way,” jungkook muttered under his breath.

you looked back over your shoulder with a wink. “thanks. it’s my favorite.”

[sweetfwr]

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 SWEETFWR’s upcoming works

masterlist here!

SUNKISSED & STAKED

⤿ you were supposed to be his next meal. you, the pretty new girl who moved to this dreaded town to give her mother an easier life. of course the werewolf had to get in his way.

vampire!sunghoon x reader x werewolf!jake, twilight au, love triangle

TO WRECK A HOME

⤿ when nishimura riki finds out his long-time girlfriend is arranged to marry yang jungwon right from under his nose, he's determined to keep a firm hold on her.

"...i'm a home wrecker? you took my home away from me first."

ni-ki x f!reader, ANGST

COURTSIDE GIRLFRIEND ENEMY

⤿ kim sunoo, resident campus sweetheart who's famous for his killer jump serves and his warm and smiley nature has no enemies!! except... for you, apparently. why does his gaze seem to go icy and his smile turn downwards whenever you’re nearby!? some would call it pure hatred, others would consider it special treatment.

volleyball player!sunoo x f!reader

MISSION: MATRIMONY

⤿ your handler was very clear what your mission entailed: get in, get information, then get out, no matter the cost. when you find yourself in a sham marriage to avoid suspicion from the enemy country’s government, you begin to realize the cracks in your ever-so-sweet husband’s facade. turns out, the enemy might be even closer than you thought.

spy!jungwon x spy!reader

FAMOUS & FURIOUS

⤿ unwarranted, two-way glares during award shows and a viral clip of the kind, sensible oldest member of enhypen rolling his eyes at your MAMA speech were enough material your fans needed to become invested in a years-long industry mystery: what the hell is going on between you and lee heeseung? a racy coachella sighting might just crack the case.

idol!heeseung x idol!reader

LAST MAN STANDING

⤿ running away from your problems and into your best friend’s vacation home in paris for the summer has never felt better for him. how couldn’t it, when it’s always him you run to at the end of the day?

best friend!jay x f!reader

HEALING HEARTS

⤿ life on the job as a medical professional in training has never been easy, so much so that you think it might be driving you a little insane. so insane, that yang jungwon, your supervising resident has begun to look a little too handsome lately.

ob-gyn!jungwon x f!reader

IF IT’S NOT YOU…

⤿ after years of cleaning up after your conglomerate family’s shady activities and adhering to your every whim and demand as his wife and boss, (boss-wife?) jungwon decides he’s finally done with your marriage. that is, until he realizes he might not ever be able to let you go.

lawyer!jungwon x ceo!reader, queen of tears au

LOST AND FOUND

⤿ you did it, you've finally done it for yourself. you have a home, a successful career, and a fiancé that would turn the world upside down for you. the question is, how much of your new life would you be willing to give away to have your greatest love back in your arms?

heeseung x f!reader

ROSES & RETRIBUTION

⤿ when you are accepted into solstice academy on a scholarship, you seek revenge on the illustrious park family, the very people that took away the life of your best friend. park sunghoon, an attendee of solstice, is sloppy, unaware of his surroundings, and completely out of touch- the perfect target for a clean assassination. the only problem? his irritatingly loyal best friend jake, who happens to be student council president, the son of one of the 7 families pulling strings in the academy, and the man you would later refer to as your greatest love.

jake x f!reader, academy au

IN THE HEAT OF THE SUMMER

⤿ the hot, humid summers of your youth usually meant practicing at the ice rink ‘till you dropped or manning your parent’s video shop. park sunghoon, who lived next door’s summers usually meant delivering newspapers and taking every odd job possible. in the heat of the summer of 1998, your paths finally crossed for the first time.

news anchor!sunghoon x figure skater!reader, inspired by 2521

READY PLAYER 02

⤿ how do you tell your best friend sunoo you’ve been harboring secret feelings for him for years? simple, you don’t. when a love letter ends up in the wrong hands, faking a relationship with the help of the hot new transferee proves to be a lot easier.

ni-ki x f!reader x sunoo, love triangle

[RELEASED] WILD UNCHARTED WATER

⤿ as the son of the nefarious pirate king, jungwon's sole duty is to capture you, the only daughter of the very royal family that threatens his livelihood and his home. however a few ship raids, late night ventures, and exchanges of hate (love?) letters later, it seems that you have captured him instead. body, mind, and soul.

pirate!jungwon x princess!reader

[celtrist]

Obsession AU! Alastor with an alternate pink-ish version (because I'm indecisive and colors will just always evade me)!

More info is below!

So I realized that while the AU is all about Alastor, I never actually talked about how Alastor is in the AU! I've done a bit of a redesign for his character, though nothing too huge. I wasn't intending on a full redesign

So to start with some items he just has, there are really only two additions: A pocketbook and a watch! The pocketbook was initially used to write down notes and thoughts on the fly for his radio show! He still uses it for that occasionally, but it's turned primarily into a journal detailing his experience with the curse. It's where he keeps his own thoughts about what occurs around or to him there, his plans for the day, and the habits (and schedule) others may follow. It's how he best keeps on top of his suitor's antics and best prepares to deal with them These habits may have a consistent time of occurring (such as Angel and Husk waiting until night to drug Alastor or Rosie only trying to drug him during lunch). Both these timed occurrences and the more "general/can happen whenever" occurrences are noted down on each suitor's personal pages to keep track of what they do. These people he notes the habits of are people he spends his time often around and needs to be wary of. (i.e. there's a page or two specifically detailing Angel's habits, and the same with Husk, Niffry, Charlie, Rosie, etc.)

Alastor's new pocket watch helps him keep up with the time to follow other's movements and track how long events may occur between one another and the general time. This was in part due to being unable to keep track of time during his time with Vox, so he developed a habit of frequently checking it. He never leaves without it and feels the most comfortable keeping track of the time and passing of it, down to the second. The engraving on the watch is the symbol for New Orleans as a reminder of his home, and the inside has details for that of deer antlers! I would've put some voodoo symbols but uh, that's a touchy subject currently so thought it best to scrap the idea. The unofficial motto of "Laissez les bons temps rouler" for New Orleans meaning "let the good times roll" is engraved on the back of the watch.

Now to his sorta "injuries". To start from oldest to newest, Alastor was branded on the tongue during his brief time with Vox! This idea I nicked from this comic by zx12mn34 on Twitter & PostType. (Which, fun fact, if I remember right, these two comics are also what led to the idea of the Obsession AU and another MUCH darker "Unwilling Bride" AU!) So credit where credit is due there!

Alastor's right ear can no longer stand up straight! If he's surprised it may pick up, but the tip will remain crooked!

This occurred by his soul owner, not long after his time with Vox!

In a less visual sense and given by an anon, Alastor has damage to his stomach lining! It's only to the point of affecting his diet with spicy or spiced meals, so he's had to suffer eating more bland items for his taste.

Finally the fimble! Due to a close call with one of Vaggie's traps, he scathed out with only a lost finger in the end! He's since put a fimble on it to have something there. He's decorated it with his own bit of flare because a boring old fimble would be boring! "ALWAYS SMILE" is on the rim of the fimble with a fun smiley face on what would be his nail. It's a bit scratched from his fidgeting and he'll sometimes keep something to doodle symbols on it, but only the smiley face and words actually stay on it!

Alastor is a lot more tired in this AU, and contrary to his canon counterpart, isn't as big of a fan for attention. He still carries himself with a strong sense of confidence and elegance, but is much more wary of others'. He will genuinely treat others more as a serious threat, Vox being someone he often gets quiet about due to his betrayal. Alastor has adjusted in the 90 or so years to live with this curse and will use it to his advantage whenever possible. This will be done in various ways like pitting suitors against one another or getting what he wants when threat and violence don't offer the desired effect:

Flirting isn't his preferred method of course but is what he does when there's no other option or when the suitor he's interacting with might be more dangerous or needs to remain on their good side. It's a tactic he will occasionally use with Charlie, Vaggie, and Lucifer, but only if they're really not budging on a request he has.

Alastor still keeps his presentation relatively tidy, so his hair is still neat and his outfit pristine. He wants to keep that look of control, so he does so via his faux appearance. However, he's pretty high-strung due to the constant stress and harassment he endures in everyday life. More prone to anxiety, even more trust issues than in canon, and more adverse to touch. Alastor avoids getting into other people's personal space in this AU and even wears gloves that are comedically identical to his own hands (which kinda still unclear if that's canon or not with the glove things, but for this AU it is). Alastor is more affected by certain things and, I guess you could say can get triggered by things that remind him of certain events (like his time with Vox or Rosie). While he isn't fragile like glass, he's got a pretty thick skin given the situation he has, Alastor certainly has more moments of weakness. In those moments he may let others do whatever to him because of just being exhausted and not wanting to think. This includes Angel drugging him, Vaggie dressing him, and Charlie or Lucifer getting cuddly among others.

Currently in the story, his most "trusted companions" are his shadows and Keekee (due to disliking him).

[no-goodbyes-no-regrets]

Prompt if you like?

Bobby and Athena spot Buck & Tommy on a date, and notice how happy and smiley they are with each other.

Oh thanks for this - i am a sucker for outsider POV's! I hope you like it!

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"Now why have you brought me here?" Athena asked, linking her arm through Bobby's. "It's not my birthday or our anniversary."

"Can't I just take my beautiful wife out for a nice dinner? Somewhere we haven't been before?" Bobby replied. "This place got good reviews. Apparently the pizza is really good."

"And since when are you such a big pizza fan that you'll drive all the way over here?"

Bobby smiled.

"I'm just happy we're both alive and well and get to enjoy our time together. After the cruise and the fire I'm not taking any of that for granted anymore"

Athena gave his arm a squeeze. The past few months had been a lot.

"And that includes dinner at Hollywood's oldest Italian restaurant?" she asked, reading the awning on the front of the building.

"Yeah why not. Everything is more or less back to normal now, I think we deserve a night out on the town. They have live music too. Maybe I'll even get a beautiful lady to dance with me." Bobby said and twirled her around under his arm before walking into the restaurant.

The place wasn't too busy and a waitress showed them to their table and handed them their menus.

They ordered and sat back to people watch for a while as they waited for their food to arrive.

The atmosphere was nice, the house band was playing something jazzy, and they were enjoying themselves just catching up and talking about their days.

Bobby was in the middle of telling a story about one of the 118's recent calls when he noticed Athena's attention was no longer on him.

"Am I boring you? Has Hen told you this story already?"

"Hmm? Oh no, no... just... how did you say you found this place again?"

"Trusty google. And I think either Chim or Eddie mentioned it once."

"Or Buck?"

"Possibly." Bobby shrugged. "Why?"

"Because..." Athena trailed off and Bobby followed her line of sight.

He didn't see anything in particular that could remind her of Buck, and he was just about to ask her what she meant, when he saw the man in question sitting at a table, smiling brightly at someone who had their back turned towards them.

He was pretty sure he knew who that person was.

"Is that Tommy with Buck?" Athena asked.

"I think so. I think they're getting pretty serious."

"Tommy used to be at the 118 wasn't he? I remember Hen mentioning him from time to time. What's he like?"

"He's good people, Athena. Don't worry. He's good for Buck. They're good for each other." Bobby reached across the table and squeezed her hand. "I haven't seen Buck this happy in... well... ever I think."

Athena didn't really reply, just kept watching Buck and Tommy.

They had apparently been there longer than her and Bobby because they were sharing a dessert.

She watched Buck blush as Tommy fed him a bite and get up slightly to lean across the table to kiss him.

He looked happy. Content. Comfortable. In love.

"Do you want to go over and say hi?" Bobby asked her.

On the other side of the restaurant a waitress handed Buck and Tommy their bill and Athena smiled to herself watching them play-fight over who would get to pay.

"And crash their date?" she shook her head. "Let them enjoy their night."

Apparently Buck had won the battle and he triumphantly handed the waitress his card.

As they got up and headed towards the door a few minutes later, she noticed Tommy putting a hand on the small of Buck's back and gently steering him past the other customers and tables.

unfortunately or fortunately, she wasn't sure, Buck spotted them and dragged Tommy over to their table.

"Cap! Athena! What are you guys doing here?"

"Same thing as us I think, babe." Tommy teased and Athena mouthed "babe" at Bobby while the two of them were distracted.

"Yeah, it's date night." Bobby told them. "We're treating ourselves to a nice dinner instead of take out and reality TV."

"Wait, is your kitchen not finished yet? I can cook for you. I'll make a few dishes and drop them off and you can freeze them and.."

"Buck, it's fine. Our kitchen is fine. We're just enjoying living our lives."

"Which might not have happened if it wasn't for you." Athena told Tommy, noticing how the hand from his back, now had found its way to Buck's hip.

"It was a team effort." He deflected. "One I'm glad had a happy ending."

"I'll drink to that." Bobby raised his glass at the two men.

Tommy smiled and turned to Buck.

"We should get going or we'll miss the movie."

"The only thing we'd miss is the first fifteen minutes of commercials." Buck replied with a grin, clearly a common argument between the two.

"And the trailers." Tommy argued. "I don't want to miss those."

Buck playfully rolled his eyes.

"We gotta go cap or my date will complain about missing the trailers the whole time."

Bobby laughed.

"You two enjoy the rest of your night." he told them and the two of them said their goodbyes and left.

Athena watched Buck grab Tommy's hand as they walked toward the exit and smiled.

She might not know Tommy that well yet, but she could tell the two of them were absolutely smitten with each other.

"So does he pass the test?" Bobby teased but Athena decided not to take the bait.

"Yeah." she nodded. "You're right. He's good people."

[spicy-apple-pie]

Okay, more of spicy trying to get you guys into Bone more. I’m sorry okay?

I love Phoney Bone so much man. He reminds me of grunkle Stan in that he’s a total sham, but you threaten his family and he’s going mask off. Like he might act aloof and uncaring, but he wouldn’t hesitate to put his cousins first in every situation.

And I have this headcanon that Phoney is so stingy with money because he had to take care of Fone and Smiley. He’s the oldest and all of their parents died when they were young. So I think he didn’t start out with much, that he always had to keep looking for more money to keep them afloat. So even when he becomes the richest bone in boneville, he’s still looking for more. It’s almost ingrained into him. Because he doesn’t know when he might be out of money.

Please validate me!! I know that I’m overthinking this, but I don’t care.

[pretty-blkgirl]

Soul’s Desire [Ch. 1]

- Masterlist -

A/N: Contains a written part

Running down the streets of Seoul while mumbling about “not starting your idol career off right” is embarrassing enough . However, the people staring at you did little to deter your journey, and you managed to make it to the company right before your bosses did.

Your manager, Rose, was less than amused when she saw you rush into the meeting room with sweat coating your face.

She was quick to have your makeup fixed, and her annoyance died down once you explained the story of your tardiness to her.

“She’s resilient” Dae laughs, “Don’t be mad at her, it’s not her fault”

Dae, forever your savior, was the oldest and the one you looked up to the most. She joined the group first, and actually helped JYP staff in picking the rest of the group. She can be a little intimidating, and even more strict when it comes to recording since she also serves as producer, but she’s a sweetheart that loves her group members.

“I told you to be here an hour early y/nnie” Hana, the responsible one, nags as you take a seat next to her. She hates being called the mom of the group, especially since she’s the second to youngest, but the way she worries for you and the members earned her that title.

You give her a quick kiss on the cheek and she feigns annoyance but smiles a little.

“Y/nnie, look at this video of my lizard!” Yumi, the animal lover and smiley member of the group exclaimed to you. Growing up between the countryside of Korea and backwoods of Georgia, she was a self proclaimed “animal whisperer” and would talk to anyone that would listen about her many pets back home.

“What color should I dye my hair next?” Penny, your group’s insanely gorgeous (and model before training to be an idol) member asked. She was definitely the wild card, going from scarily serious to super hyper to chill and collected all in thirty minutes. She was also the dance leader and Dae’s “backup” leader, and she took those roles seriously.

Rose looked out the agape door and gasped lowly, thanking the staff for fixing your makeup last minute and quickly urging them out.

As soon as they left, four of your higher ups walked in, making you five stand and bow to them immediately.

As they talked to you all, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of disbelief. Your dream was actually coming true, and you couldn’t be more grateful for the opportunity.

You could only imagine what your career had in store for you.

[obeythebutler]

Welcome to The Devildom!

Link to previous rules

Leviathan

The shut-in third oldest of the brothers.......also the Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy. Envy is his sin, and social gatherings are something he loathes.

Are you a hardcore otaku? Or a shut-in? You may find that getting along with this brother is just a tad easier.

Leviathan rarely steps out of his room. You may see him at mealtimes, in Seductive Speedcraft or when he's bothering Mammon to return his money.

You are not to enter his room unless given permission. This rule has not been created out of respect, but because of the plethora of figurines that might get damaged, or the seemingly innocent video games that will suck you in. And when that happens, Leviathan will be furious.

He has high social anxiety, along with self-depreciating traits. You may assure him of his worth, but there is no guarantee that the demon will not revert back to his ways.

Do not pretend to be a fan of the animes he likes to watch, or even Tale of the Seven Lords for that matter. I'm sure you must have heard of it, after all, such things cannot be avoided when it comes to Leviathan. Lie, and when you are caught, face the consequences.

This demon is prone to feelings of jealously. They fester and linger in his mind until all that comes out is poison. He will usually sulk, but if left unchecked, may turn violent. Watch out for a great flood, and hide when the seven-header monster arrives at the call of his master. Seek the second-born's refuge in such cases.

One method to figure out Leviathan's moods is to examine the three buttons of emojis on his cardigan jacket. A smiley face means you are safe to interact, a neutral one dictates treading cautiously, and a frown is the message to not approach.

You will now ask, is a demon of such habits one to be feared, called the Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy. Yes, yes, and yes is the answer. First glances often deceive, same is true for Leviathan. He has participated in wars that have led to Him banishing them. And is your mortal life of any significance when faced with such a being?

Since the ocean is his domain, you are to be mindful of not intentionally harming marine life, nor disrespecting them. He knows everything that takes place in the deep waters, and disrespect is not taken kindly.

But, if you are ever lost at sea, you may summon him. Be ready with a suitable offering to appeal to his tastes, or brace yourself for the seven-headed fiend of water.

If you are an otaku, you will find common ground with this demon. Share and present all your figurines and treasured items, but do not outshine the demon. Jealously wants and wants and wants what it does not have. And after all, a useless mortal like you possessing such fine items? How dare you how dare you how dare you

Next up: Satan

[liquidsmooth]

zerobaseone crush hcs

pairings: ot9 x gn!reader (separately)

requested: yes! (thank u!!)

request details: “hii! how do you think zerobaseone members would act when they have a crush?”

warnings: matthew rizz 🙁 loser hanbin and gyuvin agenda, lmk if any are missed!

a/n: this was actually so cute😣 i read the request and started giggling and kicking my feet..also sorry for taking so long to do this request i have actually been so busy 😞

Kim Jiwoong

- hes the oldest so i think he would be a lot more chill w it

- maybe want to spend time w u

Zhang Hao

- shy shy shy

- i dont think he would attempt anything

- admires from afar

- might reel u in with violin LOL

Sung Hanbin

- absolutely a loser

- prob doesn’t realize he’s flirting but he does

- cute smile and hand on shoulder

- laughs at anything u say, so silly

Seok Matthew

- tries to rizz u up😭😭

- so silly

- does his rizz tactics

- #imnotputtingdownthephone

Kim Taerae

- swoons u with his voice ✋🏻🎤😄🤚🏻

- i feel like he might struggle a bit w his feelings towards u

- possibly watchful (he’s judging u..)

Shen Ricky

- so thoughtful

- i feel like he’d buy things for u but not tell u its him

- secret admirer🤔

Kim Gyuvin

- loser #2 (i live for loser gyuvin)

- would say stupid shit to make u laugh

- silliest person around #2

Park Gunwook

- flirts but get shy when you flirt back

- bro literally talks to everyone so i think he would talk to u too

- cute smiles when talking to u 😞🩷

Han Yujin

- i think yujin would try and be like nonchalant about his crush but it would end up backfiring on him😭

- would get smiley and blushy anytime y’all talk

- maybe a bit shy lowk🤔

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Movie Night Oneshot

@talesofreading

“BUCKY!  YOU MUST!  MAKE!  HASTE!” Y/N screamed.  She plopped down on the common room couch with a myriad of treats and snacks in front of her on the coffee table, sipping on a glass of wine.  She was in her matching sleep tank top and shorts outfit, her smiley face slippers gazing up at her as she sat criss-cross on the sofa and pulled her fuzzy blanket over herself, adjusting it so it would cover Bucky as well.

Bucky’s tell tale groan echoed from the kitchen as he rounded the corner with his beer in hand.  “Y/N, I don’t think I can handle another season full of sexual tension,” he whined as he sat next to her, pulling the extra blanket over his lower half.  “Season one was torture.”

“Well I’ve heard season two is even worse,” Y/N said teasingly, cocking an eyebrow at him.  He rolled his eyes and huffed in annoyance.  “Oh please, you can act all manly man about it all you want, we both know you love Bridgerton,” she said, slapping his arm half-heartedly.

Bucky couldn’t stop the smile that pulled at his lips.  “Whatever,” he mumbled.  “Just turn the damn thing on.”  Y/N smiled triumphantly and settled into the couch as she started the first episode of season two.  They were going to do a marathon of the whole second season in one night.  Missions had kept them apart or busy for a while, and Y/N was desperate for some best friend time.  She also secretly hoped that they would eventually do as they always did during movie nights and snuggle together as they watched whatever it was they were watching.  Y/N had been harboring pretty severe romantic feelings towards Bucky for a long time, but was afraid to ruin the friendship, so she kept quiet about it and decided it was for the best to just bury the feelings deep down into the depths of her heart.  “Which Bridgerton is this season focused on, again?” he asked, disrupting her thoughts.

“Antony,” Y/N replied.  Bucky gave her a confused look.  Y/N rolled her eyes.  “The oldest brother.”

“Oh, right,” he said, nodding quickly.  “He’s kind of an ass.”

“He is,” Y/N chuckled.  “Let’s see who tames his cute but annoying ass.”

“You can tame my cute but annoying ass anyday, honey,” Bucky mumbled.

Y/N’s jaw dropped as she slowly turned to look at him with wide eyes.  Bucky had a shit-eating smirk on his face.  That was the other problem.  He would call her honey and flirt with her incessantly, saying the most unhinged, lustful, unabashedly sexual innuendos she’d ever heard, but then laugh at her reaction.  “You really wanna go there, Barnes?” Y/N asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

They stared at each other for a moment before they both broke into smiles and a fit of giggles.  “Shush, it’s starting,” Bucky said, nudging her arm.

***

“Shonda Rhimes you devious genius,” Y/N huffed as they watched episode seven.  “The sexual tension between them is literally driving me crazy.”

“Seriously,” Bucky muttered.  He had been squirming a lot, and she had asked him multiple times if he was alright, which he reassured her he was, just “getting comfortable.”  They hit the 46 minute mark, and suddenly it all came to a head as the character Antony fully admitted his feelings toward his counterpart Kate.  The love scene began and Y/N was slack-jawed as she watched the tension finally manifest into physical intimacy between the two.

As the scene progressed Bucky cleared his throat and sat up.  He took a long swig of his fourth beer, then at a particularly handsy and lustful sighing part suddenly stood up.  “I’m gonna…uh, I’ll be right back,” he said, jogging off down the hall toward his room.

Y/N sat up.  “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” she called out after him.

“Yep!” he called back, then she heard his door shut loudly.

Y/N looked back at the screen, watching the rest of the love scene play out.  Once it was over, she paused it and frowned.  What happened?  Was he okay?  She sighed and stood up, flinging the blanket off and walking down the hall to Bucky’s room.  She knocked on the door and waited.  There was the sound of shuffling, but he didn’t respond.

“Buck?  Are you okay?” Y/N asked loud enough for him to hear.  

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute,” he said.   

His voice sounded strained, and it made Y/N frown again.  “Can I come in?” she asked.

She heard him sigh heavily, before his footsteps thudded as he walked toward the door.  He opened it and she looked up at him curiously.  His hair was a mess, like he’d run his hands through it or pulled at it multiple times within the last five minutes, and his eyes looked tight as he gave her a thin lipped smile.  “What’s up?” he asked in a weird tone.

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him.  “Nothing, what’s up with you?” she parried.

“Nothing,” he shrugged.  She noticed that he was hiding himself behind the door a bit.  

“Buck, come on,” Y/N whined and pushed the door so she could step inside.  She walked in and stood next to his bed and looked at him.  “You’re acting weird.”

Bucky kept himself facing the door as he closed it behind her.  “Nah, I’m fine,” he said.

Y/N glanced around then stepped to the side to try to face him.  “Uh huh, so why won’t you look at me?” she asked in frustration.

“I’m just…tired, Y/N,” he sighed again.  “We’ll have to finish Bridgerton tomorrow.”

Y/N got annoyed and walked up to him.  She reached up and pulled at his shoulder to make him look at her, and he inhaled sharply as his body faced her, his eyes wide and his metal hand covering his groin.  “What are you…?” she asked, glancing at his hand, then her eyes widened in understanding.  “Oh.”

Bucky blushed heavily and he shut his eyes tight.  “I’m sorry, honey,” he groaned, walking away from her and sitting on his bed, hanging his head into his free hand.  “This is so embarrassing,” he mumbled under his breath.

“Hey, no no no,” Y/N said and quickly walked over, kneeling down in front of him and pulling his face back up with her hands to look at her.  “You have nothing to be embarrassed about.  It’s a pretty…sexual show,” she said, biting back a smile.

“Don’t laugh at me,” Bucky said, looking offended.

“I’m not!  I’m not laughing at you,” Y/N said, shaking her head.  “It’s totally understandable.  You wouldn’t believe how turned on I was from that.  They weren’t kidding when they said the tension was even worse this season.”

Bucky glanced down.  “You…you’re…turned on?” he asked quietly.

Y/N blushed but nodded to make him feel better.  “Yeah,” she said, blinking rapidly.  “It’s kinda hard not to be, watching that, with you, and you…you know, being you.”

“What do you mean by me being me?” he frowned.

Y/N grumbled and harshly rubbed her face with her hands.  “Oh my god, that sounded bad.  That’s not what I meant.  It’s just that you, you’re, uh, you know, really handsome and sometimes the mind wanders–”

“You were thinking of me while watching that?” Bucky asked.  The look on his face was hard to read, but his eyes looked…hopeful?  Y/N stared at him for a moment, trying to find the words and wrap her mind around the idea that maybe, just maybe, he might actually want her, too.  She swallowed harshly and nodded.  Bucky analyzed her face, looking for a lie or a joke, but didn’t find any and a small smile brightened his face.  “I’ve had feelings for you for a long time, honey,” he confessed.  “And I just…watching that made me think of you, um…that way, and I felt a little overwhelmed by it because I haven’t done anything like that in a long time, and I didn’t wanna scare you off–”

Y/N suddenly stood and pushed Bucky back further onto the bed, then climbed into his lap, straddling his thighs and slotting her hips over his groin.  She took Bucky’s face in her hands again, leaned in and kissed him deeply.  Bucky gasped and froze for just a moment, then melted into her touch, kissing her back while his hands wound behind her and held her as close to him as possible.  Y/N angled her head to deepen the kiss more as her hands drifted from his face up into his hair, scratching along his scalp.  Bucky moaned at the feeling, a shiver running down his spine that made her smile.

She opened her mouth and licked along his lower lip, silently asking permission to taste him.  Bucky’s breathing became heavier as he opened his mouth, his tongue welcoming hers in.  The kissing became more passionate by the second, their combined sighs and gasps mixing with moans and whimpers made Y/N feel like she was floating, her pussy throbbing for attention.  As Bucky felt up her back and sides she ground her hips down into his hardened cock, looking for reprieve.  Bucky shuddered at that, pulling away and gasping for air as he looked down at her grinding on him.  “Fuck, honey,” he said lowly.  “I…shit, I wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Yeah?” Y/N asked breathily, scratching up the back of his neck into his long hair.  “I’ve been wanting you for so long, Buck.  Just didn’t want to ruin our friendship,” she said as she continued to grind on him.

Bucky’s hands gripped her hips and guided them along his covered cock, pulling her down harder on him.  “I wanna ruin it,” he said, leaning back in and kissing her neck, then further down towards her chest.  His hands moved up to her breasts, cupping them in his large hands and massaging them as he kissed the swell of each breast.  His fingers then pulled down the top of her tank top, her breasts falling out of the shirt, and he immediately started touching them again.  His thumbs rubbed her nipples and she moaned.  “Let me hear you, honey.  God, you sound so good.”  He lifted her breasts and leaned down to kiss, lick and suck at them.  “You taste so good…”

Y/N gripped his shoulders, letting him take his turn pleasuring her for a moment.  She felt impossibly turned on, her arousal making her pussy feel wetter than it ever had before.  “Bucky…babes…”

Bucky whimpered, sucking hard at her nipple.  He let go of her breast and lifted his head back up to look at her.  “Godammit Y/N, I like that.  Say it again.”

Y/N smiled and started grinding down on him again.  She pushed him to lay back and started kissing his jaw and down his neck, then started lifting his shirt up.  He helped her get it off, and she felt up his torso, kissing from his neck to his shoulder where the metal arm was attached to his skin, kissing and licking the scars then down his chest.  “You like it when I say your name?  Or me calling you babes?” she clarified, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

His brow was furrowed in desire as he watched her.  “Babes,” he whispered.

She smiled as she got off his lap and pulled down his pants and underwear, a small whine coming from her when she saw his cock.  She quickly took off her shorts and underwear and straddled him again, sliding herself across his cock.  “So big,” she praised him, her hands holding herself up on his chest.  “You want me to ride you…babes?”

Bucky nodded frantically, his hands back on her hips to pull her back and forth on him just the way he wanted.  “Please, honey,” he begged.

Y/N lifted herself up and reached down, grabbing his cock and pumping him a few times before holding him up so she could aim herself over the tip.  She nestled his cock into her lower lips at her entrance, then slowly sank down onto him.  She hadn’t done this in a long time, but the stretch and fullness he gave her was addicting as her hips met his again with him fully inside her.  She shuddered at the feeling and let out a long stream of air as she adjusted to his size.  “Holy fuck, babes,” she whispered, rolling her hips on him experimentally.

Bucky looked like he was king of the castle as he looked up at her, biting his lip and nearly shaking as he entered her completely.  “You feel so good,” he breathed.  “You’re beautiful, Jesus Christ, Y/N, look at you.”  

She smirked at him and then lifted her hips and sat back down, making them both gasp.  “You feel so good, Buck.  Fill me up so well, babes.  Never felt so full in my life.”

“Yeah?” Bucky smirked as she continued her hips bobbing up and down on him.  “Best pussy I’ve ever had, honey.  Fuck, taking me so good.  Like you were made for me.”

Y/N almost felt dizzy with how aroused she felt, his dirty talk making her feel overwhelmed.  She laid herself across his front, her forehead resting on his shoulder.  “I can’t… babes I can’t…”

She could feel Bucky’s chest shake as he chuckled.  His arms wound behind her again, and he planted his feet on the bed then thrust up into her.  Y/N squealed at how deep he went, her head shoving itself into the crook of his neck.  “Making me feel real good about myself right now, honey,” he said, his voice sounding proud and playful.  “Was it too much?”

Y/N nodded.  “You make me dizzy.”

He chuckled darkly.  “Just hold on, honey, I’ve got you.”  Bucky held her tight against him then started thrusting up in a hurried pace, his hips snapping hard so the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in his bedroom.  Y/N’s hands had a death grip on his arms and shoulders, a steady stream of panted breaths and whimpers huffing against his neck as all she could do was literally hold on.  Her own hard shiver ran down her spine as her pussy fluttered around him.  “Fuck, I feel you, Y/N.  You gonna cum on my cock?  Huh?”

His flesh hand moved down and slapped her ass.  “Yes!” she cried.  

That hand kneaded her ass cheek, pulling her down on him as he thrust up into her.  “Can I cum inside you?  Deep inside this pretty, perfect, sweet pussy?”  His lips were by her ear, making his hot breaths and nasty words feel like they were bouncing around in her head.  He licked then bit her earlobe.  “My pussy,” he growled.

“Yes, babes,” Y/N moaned, kissing his neck and sucking at the skin.  

Bucky’s flesh hand lifted back up and gripped her jaw, forcing her to look at him.  He kissed her firmly, his tongue immediately plunging into her mouth then nipping at her lips.  His cock slammed into her just right and she screamed against his mouth as she came, her pussy gripping him so tight he came right after her, fucking his cum into her as his hold on her was tight enough that he cracked her back, his own loud grunt of a moan being swallowed by her.  

They lay together as they both calmed down from the high, Bucky’s hold loosening around her but keeping her close.  “Y/N…that was…you’re amazing,” he breathed, kissing her forehead.  

Y/N’s head was still swimming.  She had never cum so hard in her life, her pussy still fluttering around him randomly as his cock kept leaking cum into her, filling her so much that it was dripping onto the bed beneath them.  She hummed instead of answering him.  Bucky carefully pulled her off of him, a weird squelching noise coming from between them and making them both groan at the loss of each other.  He repositioned them both to be lying on the bed more comfortably, nestling her into his side.  He ran his flesh fingers through her hair as he smiled at her adoringly.  The smile morphed into a frown as his fingers left her hair and wiped beneath her eyes.  “Are you okay?  I’m sorry, was that too much?”

Y/N hadn’t even realized she was crying.  “No, it was perfect,” she lazily smiled at him.  “I’m okay.  More than okay.”

Bucky’s smile returned and he leaned down to kiss her again.  “So does this mean that you’ll be mine?”

Y/N scoffed.  “Well duh,” she teased, making him laugh.

[enchantedchocolatebars]

🥞 Lumpy Flapjacks 🥞

Summary: Kid Caleb wakes up early to surprise his little brother with his favorite breakfast dish.

Original headcanon

Ao3 version

Enjoy!

Breakfast, the first meal consumed before starting the day, was regarded by both Wittebane brothers as the most important.

There was never a breakfast food that the boys didn't enjoy eating, primarily because most of them could be eaten with jam or butter.

As the sky warmed up and shone with sunrise one morning, Philip and Caleb were in their beds, dreaming and sleeping peacefully.

Philip was dreaming about walking and talking breakfast foods with silly smiley faces and pencil-thin arms and legs.

He and the foods were riding horses and donkeys together.

Meanwhile, Caleb's dream consisted of him getting the chance to guzzle down a cup of rum for breakfast every morning like a strong and heroic grown-up.

Being kind and generous, the blonde chooses to share some of his liquor with his favorite woodland birds.

A brown eye suddenly opens as it scans the bedroom before shifting its attention to Philip.

As both of his eyes open, a small smile begins to spread on Caleb's face as he sees his brother sleeping so soundly.

Without making a single noise, the blonde slowly slips out of bed before quietly tiptoeing to the door.

Once he's outside of the room, he sends another gentle smile to Philip and silently shuts the door.

...

After an hour or so had passed, Philip's lids slowly opened.

The brunette slowly arose from his covers and sat up.

"Ah-hhaaa," Philip yawned sluggishly, extending his arms out in a stretch.

While gradually wiping the sleep from his eyes with his arm, his small nose was immediately greeted by a wonderful aroma wafting from downstairs.

The smell was a combination of batter and melted butter coming together and creating a delicious baby.

A small gasp left a sparkly-eyed Philip as he quickly jumped out of bed and rushed to the door.

He was eager to get to the dining room and dig into breakfast.

...

Caleb heard footsteps hurrying downstairs.

When the oldest spun around, he saw his baby brother standing at the kitchen entrance with the biggest smile on his face.

"Oh, good morning, Philip!" Caleb chuckled.

Walking over to the dining room table, the blonde transferred the delicious surprise he prepared for Philip onto a wooden plate on the table from the black cast iron skillet he was holding.

"I made you breakfast," he told the younger with a smile.

Philip zipped over to the table. "You made pancakes!" Philip cheered as he quickly took his seat.

"Yes, I did!" Caleb laughed, but his smile quickly became nervous.

"I apologize for the lumps that are in them."

"Huh?" Philip took note of the massive amount of bumpy clumps that were in the two pancakes on his plate.

"Oh..."

"I know," Caleb spoke quietly, looking down.

"If you don't like them, I can always--"

Philip dove face first into his plate and quickly ripped a spongy piece from one of his pancakes with his teeth.

This caught Caleb off guard.

After chewing, Philip swallowed, humming with delight.

"Caleb!" Philip exclaimed excitedly.

"These taste amazing! You're the bestest pancake maker in the whole world!"

In the whole world?

Caleb's face lit up when he heard those words.

"Really, Pip?"

Philip nodded and took another large bite out of his pancake without using the fork or knife in front of him.

Caleb chuckled bashfully.

"Thank you, Pip."

The blonde smiled softly.

"That's some very high praise," he whispered.

For Caleb, it was the highest honor to see Philip enjoy his lumpy cooking that was carefully prepared with lots of flour and love.

[cheeseatlantic]

guh keegan fluffy shit yada yada I DONT KNOW ALL I WRITE IS FLUFF BEACUSE I KNOW HOW MENTAL THIS FANDOM CAN GET OKAY!!!!???!!!!!!!!!!? sowwy guys i crashed out 🥺👈 (SHOOT ME)

for context u and keegan have 2 daughters, leaving the names up to you but like im gonna format it as like D1/N and D2/N with d1 being your oldest and d2 your youngest!!

Your two little hellspawn, D1/N and D2/N. First it was D1/N begging to go to the carnival, and in younger sibling fashion D2/N had to copy her older sister and start begging too. And as soon as those two pulled the puppy eyes on Keegan he crumbled and arranged a trip to the carnival.

“Ah- Don’t pick that up, it’s dirty!” Keegan blurted, scooping your youngest up and into his arms as he pecked the girl’s cheek as she giggled. “Mom/Dad said no picking random stuff off the ground, yeah?” He chided, poking the girl in her tummy playfully as she giggled and squirmed, making you smile too.

You held the hand of D1/N as the four of you walked around the carnival. Everything was going great so far, Keegan bought the girls some odd ice cream thing which they loved, way overpriced in your opinion but it was the carnival, and he promised to win them some toys.

“Daddy!” Your eldest called out and he turned his head as your daughter paused and pointed to one of those games where you shoot water at a target to win a prize, and the prizes were absolutely huge. Like bigger than both your kids stacked on top of each other huge. “You guys want a prize from there?” He asked and both of your girls frantically nodded.

“Keegs- I don’t know how we’re gonna fit that in the car.” You said, but he just looked at you and grabbed D1/N’s hand to drag you along too and you just went with it. The guy running the stand was a teenager, looked absolutely over running the rigged games and he turned to Keegan and asked. “How many games?”

And Keegan looked at the prices and said. “A play for two bucks? That’s easy, man.” And the teen just nodded along as Keegan handed him five dollars. “Keep the change.” He said as he set D2/N down and the girl came running to cling to your leg all smiley and giggly. You knew with his military background he would figure out how to win the rigged games, somehow. He did that on your guys’ first date, you went home with ten fucking stuffed animals and a stupid grin on your face.

Other people lined up beside Keegan and the stand operator explained the rules and Keegan was laser focused, as soon as the bell rang and the games started everyone else was missing the targets but Keegan was getting them all as the three of you cheered him on. “Go daddy!” D2/N cheered, as D1/N bounced up and down excitedly.

The bell went off and Keegan’s stand lit up, signaling that he won as he turned his head to face you with a smug smirk and he accepted his prize and walked over to you two and said. “Here ya go, baby. Next one is for you, D2/N. Got it, soldier?” And D2/N nodded with a mock salute, getting a chuckle from Keegan as he ruffled her hair playfully and D1/N took her prize happily.

“You want one?” He asked you, and before you could respond he added. “Yeah, no. Your getting at least five of them today, honey.” And he pecked your lips as he walked back to the stand to play the next round.

The rest of the day he won every single game that he paid for, winning your girls every single fucking prize in the carnival and he held them all, somehow. He held at least twenty plushies in a huge bag as your girls held their two favourites. He’d won you five of them so far and it looked like he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. He spoiled the three of you rotten, rotten to the core.

And when your two littles were tuckered out and you guys left, Keegan still lugging around the impressive amount of prizes behind him and you carrying your sleeping girls, you made it to the car and guess what? Keegan had to call Hesh and Logan over because as you warned him the prizes wouldn’t all fit in your car. Life would never be dull with your three favourite people.

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Peace

Eris x reader

Summary: A look into a normal day in the new Vanserra household

Warnings: none

A/n: HAPPY DAY 1 OF ERIS WEEK!!!! I’m so excited to share this fic with you guys. And thank you to @erisweek2023 for making this happen, you guys are awesome🧡

Once the last of Eris’ advisors left the throne room he relaxed into the chair. He needed a break. He rubbed the tiredness from his eyes and heard the door open. If the advisors were already back he was going to kill someone.

He opened his eyes and saw you walking toward him. Eris perked up smiling at the sight of you and the babe in your arms.

Your youngest daughter, Bruna, was always so content and smiley, it was just infectious. At only seven months old Bruna knew how to make her papa happy.

“My sweet girls.” Eris holds his arms open ready to embrace you both. He kisses you and looks at the babbling babe as you hand her to him. Eris bounces Bruna in his arms earning giggles from her, giving him a toothless grin.

You smile at them. They were already thick as thieves like he was with your oldest, Orla. You send a wave of love down the bond and Eris looks up at you. His face glowing with happiness.

“Where is my other sweet girl?” As if her ears were burning, your oldest, Orla, pushed into the throne room. Dressed in her training gear with her sword strapped to her back she stops in front of you and Eris. Sketching a bow to you both she breaks into a wide grin laying eyes on her sister. “Hello little sap.”

When you were pregnant Orla called Bruna a little sapling. When she was new to the world and learning her family's voices Bruna always smiled at her nickname. Orla takes her sister from her fathers arms and the girls giggle. Like they knew a secret you and Eris weren’t in on.

Eris wraps an arm around your shoulder as you look at your children. They love each other so much already it makes you both so happy. You know this puts Eris at ease as well. He’s a good father unlike Beron. Eris encouraged love, not competition and hatred, between his two girls.

Orla hands the little sapling to you and turns to her father. “I’m ready when you are papa.” Eris walks back to his throne and pulls his sword from behind the chair. “Let’s go then.” They walk away in sync as Eris straps his sword to his hip.

Orla is 17 now and Eris thought he should attend her combat training. Take the time to teach his daughter everything he knows, not just in politics but in battle. It frightens you to think your girls might one day face a war like you and Eris have seen. You pray to the Mother your children never have to fight.

Cradling Bruna, she pulls at the ends of your hair with her chubby fists. You smile at your babe and coo at her, “Should we go watch Orla and papa, huh?”

You go to stand on the balcony overlooking the courtyard where Eris and Orla train. At the sight of the pair walking out Bruna lets out a high pitched babble. Happy to have her sister and papa within eyesight again.

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Eris draws his sword from its sheath, checking its glint in the afternoon sunlight. Orla stretches out her arms in a warm up the weapons master has walked her through everyday.

He smiled at his daughter. She was becoming a formidable warrior and he wanted to be there with her on this journey.

“So,” Eris started, taking up a fighting stance, “shall we begin?” Orla grinned and took up a mirroring stance as she and her father began circling each other.

Eris noted her foot work was good, but there’s room for improvement.

Orla lunged, striking first. Their swords clashing and sliding off each other. “Good. You saw an opening and took it.” Eris swung and Orla dropped, rolling behind him and kicking the backs of his knees.

He stood, facing Orla, backing up quickly and started circling his first born again. “Do you know why I wanted you to start training?” Orla shook her head still keeping her eyes on her father, watching his every move.

“You are the oldest. Meaning you are a protector. You are your sister's protector.” Orla nodded in agreement. “Do you remember the stories about your grandfather and uncles?” “Yes papa.” The pair continue to circle.

“Then you know why it’s important for you to do this.” Eris moves to strike but Orla blocks quickly. They have a good volley going until Orla spins out, back to the edge of the makeshift ring and paces back and forth.

“Grandfather seemed like a monster.” A breathy laugh escaped Eris as he backed away. If Orla was anything, it was honest. “He’s the reason I’m doing things…differently. You and Bruna are everything to me. I want to be sure you’re both safe and loved.”

They continued their conversations and sparring for hours. You eventually went in to feed Bruna and put her down for a nap. When the pair came back to the family living quarters Eris had his arm around Orla, laughing about something that happened during training.

“Alright you, go clean up. You still have tutoring later.” Orla groaned and headed to her chambers. Once her door shut Eris plopped himself on the couch next to you.

You immediately rest your head on his shoulder, bringing your fingers to trace patterns across his clothed chest.

“Don’t you still have work to do, High Lord?” You ask teasingly. Eris chuckles and rested his head on yours. “Oh my High Lady, I can do whatever I like. And what I'd like to do is spend time with my family.”

Eris leaned back and closed his eyes. You felt him relax, his breathing soft and small smile on his face. You silently reached out to his side of the bond. Eris felt peaceful. You hadn’t felt him this peaceful in years.

You could feel his happiness. The pride he felt for his daughters and you. Leaning up on your knees you peck his cheek and rub your nose against his. “I love you, Er.” Eris pulled you into a tight embrace, taking in your calming scent. “I love you more, y/n. Thank you for everything you’ve given me.” You hug him back tighter until you hear Bruna stirring in her bassinet. You move to go comfort your daughter before she starts crying but Eris puts a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll get her, fox. You relax.”

As Eris picks up the babe he smiles and coos at her, gently rocking her against his chest. You loved moments like these with your family. They were so rare at the beginning for just you and Eris. Everything happened so fast when Beron passed, then Orla came along a few years later and finally things settled.

You and Eris had found peace together. And if you had to go through all of the hard times to get to right now again, you would.