#save me awkward silly prince…save me

[magicwithineleteo]

new zuko rebrand bc i feel like im in my zuko era (i am angry all the time due to my trauma)

[neoanedotheart]

Lazy thing i wanted to do!!! they're just silly :3

I think dave is a pretty princess and John is awkward

I'll be yapping below

I believe that Dave texts John right after he gets his ass handed to him DAILY. It usually plays out like this where they banter and Dave never really goes through the extent of explaining what thoroughly happens to him so John lives in forever ignorant bliss. And this leads Dave to feel like there's more of disconnect because he first of all doesn't really know how to articulate his feelings and second abuse doesn't seem like abuse to the victim. So he goes about everyday unknowingly yearning to be saved by someone greater than him, which is why I put the snow white reference at the end hehe.

Snow white as a fairy tale is extremely cliche, you got the prince in shining armor showing up conveniently on a horse and saving the girl. There's always this hierarchy placed upon the story where the damsel in distress is saved by a man, that man being portrayed as a greater being.

And with John taking place as the prince in this context paints him as this greater being. And I feel like a part of Dave envies and despises John for being this way, for being "perfect" or in a way. Greater than him.

The thing is in the original snow white story she's unconscious, that's undesirable. But it adds to the desperation of wanting to be saved, shining a better looking light on a person who isn't really there for reasons you want them to be. However John is a sincere person, it's more so the lack of communication or true understanding of one another that leads to this rift, this belief that John isn't there for Dave because he loves him, but because he's his friend and it's John's duty as a friend to save him. Which also brings me to the last line where Dave never corrects himself, and how he insinuates that he'll be unconscious due to being placed in a glass coffin much like snow white was when she was poisoned. He's at this stage where he doesn't want to be saved by an outer source, a greater person than him. He wants to be saved by himself he wants to prove worthy, but then conflicting within his mind is also this idea he isn't good enough to. We all know that Dave believes he isn't a hero and explicitly states John is the hero multiple times throughout homestuck. So he stays waiting.

John however, refers to Dave as Cinderella, Cinderella gets abused and put through plenty of torture from her step sisters and is saved through marriage of some person she just met. There's still this base line of being saved by man however there's this more mutual understanding of what they're getting into, a similar yearn for one another. Though he never caught her name he was still willing to find her, the real her. Which is John in this case, he probably understands he's missing something in the big picture but can never find out what and the best he can do is hope that the other half still held on to what they once were and was willing to share.

This is a pre-sburb interaction btw they're just unknowingly foreshadowing a shit ton.

Sorry if there's like bad shitty writing in here, I'm rambling and it's like almost midnight hehe

[etheries1015]

The promises we made

Malleus Draconia X (implied) Fem reader

Genre: Fluff and angst, rolled in one.

General warnings: Reader is called "mother" and "queen" and mentioned to be pregnant, however is scarce and pronouns are not used.

TW: mentions of death. If there is anything else, please make me aware and I shall update accordingly.

You had given Malleus experiences he never thought he would have. From a memorable encounter, Friendship he treasured, to a love he would always hold near and dear to his heart. your life unfolds together as a beautiful tapestry of memories, promises, and eternity, a product more intricate than any woven piece, one he would never forget even as decades pass.

~~~~~~

He remembered it like it was just yesterday.

The harmonious sounds of giggles rang as you tipped your ice cream towards the fae prince, him gracefully taking a lick only for it to fall right off the cone. The way your mellifluous voice filled his ears with sounds of joy never got old to him, if anything, he would argue it was the most beautiful thing in the world next to your smile. The way you would light up at seemingly the most silly of things, he found himself smiling at the very things he used to call insignificant.

When night fell upon the campus, Malleus would often drop by unannounced. Simply to take a stroll along the forestry, talking about anything and everything. He never knew there would be so many things to talk about with a human, topics seemed far and few between yet time flew by unlike anything he had ever experienced when he was with you. A phenomenon he would often call it, the way you consumed his time without him noticing, yet he never found himself actually complaining. After all, you were his first true friend outside of the royal court, who was he to decline the company of someone so willing to embrace him- quirks and all?

Invitations were not sparse when it came to you- you were always the first to tell him of events, the first to ask him over, even school trips you encouraged him to explore the world and the places that reside in it. Diasomnia was no stranger to your presence, they became used to hearing your fits of laughter as you ran down the halls in pajamas and socks, sharing the forbidden things Malleus was unaccustomed to. Inviting him to do such things unbecoming of a prince heir to be king, it was truly freeing to be saved from the shackles of responsibility when you were nearby.

It was your first ever visit to Briar Valley, and your first kiss together was nothing short of perfection. The tension in the air as you gazed lovingly into each others eyes, inching closer with green slits flicking between your shining orbs and your tantalizing lips. The scent of roses surrounding you, the auroma of romance mixed the thumping in Malleus chest singing chords of unfathomable love. Afraid it would spill out, he had finally gathered the courage to close his eyes and pull you close with hands wrapped around your waist, sealing the overflowing love within locked lips. It was awkward, only slightly. Yet neither of you paid attention to the technique, only desperate to feel the warmth that filled your hearts. With unsteady breath he asked you then and there to be his forever until the end of time, to which you happily made your promise to him.

"Until the end of time itself," you whispered to him, foreheads pressed against one another, breath heavy from the heated kiss, "I promise you and you alone will have my heart."

"And I as well," he whispered back, "shall forever stay loyal to you as my one and only." He squeezed your hand and peered into your teary eyes, "until the end of time, shall we part."

Many firsts were accounted for in your time with Malleus, and his first sexual experienced was not exempted from that list. He recalled feeling...nervous. Excited, yet afraid. Being the most powerful being, he felt fear of hurting you for the first time. Hovering over your body his hands were trembling as he gently grabbed hold of your waist, eyes wavering with uncertainty as he gazed over your skin as if it were a precious jewel meant to be preserved. With your guidance, he had come to learn every inch of your body. What made you writhe in pleasure, your body shake with anticipation, and he had learned how much he adored making love to you. And it really was making love to a T; he never felt anything short of affection every time you were vulnerable to him and your skin pressed against one another.

Ah...and your wedding ceremony. It was truly a sight to behold. He can still recall the joyous sounds of clinking cups and reminiscing voices of friends, fae and human alike. As he looked out to the crowd he knew his parents would be proud to see such a sight; briar Valley filled with such diversity with joined hands and laughter as they celebrate the union of a pure blooded fae with none other than a magicless human. The way you looked walking down the aisle dressed in your wedding attire was forever etched into his mind the very moment his emerald orbs gazed upon your feature. You were always the most gorgeous being he had ever seen, yet something about you wearing an outfit that had basically deemed you his, he had truly believed no one could ever match your beauty.

There were times less savory, of course. Times where you'd hide your tears from your dragon lover, thoughts of returning to your home bubbling to the surface were difficult to ignore. You had left everything behind for him. Something he would forever be grateful for, you left behind your family, your old life, your town, and anything between those lines. You had tried not to hold this over his head, however when you were left hours alone as the now king of the valley had become seemingly too occupied to be by your side, it was difficult not to voice what you had sacrificed to be with him.

"I didn't leave behind my life only to be neglected like this, Malleus," he remembers how somber you sounded when you said this, with the loneliness in your eyes a striking resembelance of a feeling he had become far too familar with. Your hands fiddled with the skin of your nails, riddled with torn skin and rough from occupying your time with various tasks, Malleus grabbed them with rashness pressing a kiss to his lips and another promise escaping his regretful heart.

"I promise you my love, I shall do better to be by your side as you were by mine in my time of loneliness and darkness. I hadn't meant to burden you in a way I had been burdened, I just wish to work hard to make this kingdom a safe place for us and our future child," His hand carressed your stomach, a barely noticeable bump with the egg of your child. His forehead pressed against your own, emotions reigning much like the time in the rose garden years before.

"You and this child shall have all my attention."

"I will not leave to be lonely any longer, my dearest."

That was the second promise he had made to you.

Pitter Patters against the floors of the castle rang loudly, your troublesome fae twins free of their clothed confines squeeling as you chase them down towels in hand. He recalled finishing a meeting, walking out the doors to be greeted with his two sons bare for the world to witness as their little wings flapped pathetically and human legs springing as they barrel into their father. With an "oomf!" Of suprise, Malleus used his strong arms to keep his children confined to his chest, much to their dismay. They let out whines and small puffs of fire from their little mouths, the king unbothered by such small feats of magic from his offspring. You came following suit, hair disheveled and clothes ary, sweat beading your forehead as you slumped over to catch your breath.

"Now that their horns have grown and their powers strengthening, they believe to be superior to their own mother!" You huffed in annoyance, "such naughty little dragons!" With a hearty chuckle, Malleus carried his children off back to the bathrooms.

"Very mischivieous indeed. Sounds like they got that from you, my dear," He laughed. Giving him a light punch on the shoulder, he had called forth the maids to finish bathing his children while he grabbed your hand and lead you....elsewhere, for some much needed privacy.

Time is a very unforgiving thing, and Malleus never thought there would come a moment where he felt there wasn't enough of it. Years pass like mere minutes to him, the memories of his quickly growing children being nothing but babes in your arms seemed not so far away. Yet the most noticeable of difference that helped him see the true value of time, would be....you. He saw as your movements began to become sluggish, no longer to even run around in your socks hiding from the palace guards you had known since school years. You often spent time sitting in your special garden, reading a book or otherwise. The maids had taken over the tending of the floral, for with your weakening state came the struggle of taxing events. Attempting to wake you up with playful kisses and tickling had also become a memory of a near past.

The difference was uncanny. Your hair had grown grey and your cheeks sunken in, yet Malleus still looked at you as if you were the most precious cut of jade he had ever lay his eyes upon. He had reassured you time and time again, to your very last breath that you were still the only one for him: the most beautiful being he had ever had the pleasure of seeing.

Even now, staring at the obsidian gravestone with your name etched in emerald and a photo of your face, he never wavered in his resolve of that fact.

He remembered it like it was yesterday.

You lay in your shared bed, Malleus slouched over next to you with his hand gripping your own, too weak to squeeze back with equal affection as you wanted. Your children stood in front of the bed, staring with melancholy eyes as their father shed tears in front of them for the first time, wetting his cheeks to the hands that grasped your own. With a tired gaze you looked over to Malleus, and then your children, a sad smile upon your lips.

"Don't...be sad, tsunotaro," you said with weak breath, your husbands eyes widening at a nickname long forgotten to him,"I promise I'll be with you, until time ends, shall we truly part." You hadn't been able to speak much more than that, instead listening for hours on end as your two boys and your soulmate had said what they believed to be their final goodbyes. Right up until your children had fallen asleep, Malleus refusing to move even an inch from your side.

You passed away that night, and with your last breath, Malleus felt a part of himself die, as well.

It's been years since you had left his side, yet he remembered you as if it were just yesterday. Every day he would visit you, leaving little treasures and flowers on your grave almost as if he was a smitten school boy once again, chuckling to himself as he recalled how you would tease him for the trinkets he piled upon the dorm steps. He was encouraged to remarry, he was told to create a full blooded heir, to move on from you, and weave a new tapestry.

"I am loyal to one, and one alone," He told every sutior that came his way and every person who try to sway his resolve, "that is the promise I made to my dearest, and a Draconia never breaks their word."

That was his first promise.

Staring out over his kingdom, he felt the colors were less vibrant without your smile to follow suit. Your spot next to him remained empty yet polished, your side of the bed made every morning, and your garden tended to full of your favorite flowers.

Revered as the first human royal of Briar Valley, a celebration for your birthday was put in place in your honor. For even in your short life span, you were able to unite together races of all kind, bringing so much to the growth of the kingdom than anyone could have ever thought. A day and night of singing and dancing, decorations of your favorite strung on on a calibur so large it seemed a piece of you came back to light up the Valley just as brightly as when you were there. During the yearly celebration, Malleus sat beside you, a meal for four. You, him, and your children reminiscing of memories of the loved and far too soon departed queen. Near the end of the night, he placed a kiss to your stone and without fail said his second promise year and year again.

"You shall never be alone, my love. I am right here, as you were for me those many years before."

With the night festivities coming to an end, everyone had cleared out whereas Malleus insisted on remaining by your side. Some look at the king with pity in their eyes, seeing a mourning man, whilst some whispers on the street speak of the king as a fool; how the loss had caused him to lose his head, a desperate soul finding solace in something no longer there. None of that mattered to him. With fondness in his eyes, his tail wrapped around the stone head with a whisper audible to him and the ghost of you accompanying by his side.

"Until time ends...shall we truly part."

Masterlist

[scrambledpancakes03]

I'm mad about The Dragon Prince

Especially Soren's character.

Like I'm just sitting here more than a week after finishing season 6 and I'm just spontaneously mad with zero prompting.

Spoilers...

So point 1: "WORD HANDS" WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, AARON EHASZ, ARE YOU STUPID, DO YOU NOT REALIZE WHAT YOU HAVE HERE? LITERALLY WHY DID YOU DO THIS? YOU COULD HAVE WRITTRN ANYTHING ELSE WORDS ARE INFINITE THE WORLD.IS YOUR OYSTER AND YOU WROTE THIS GODDAMN JOKE??? COME ON MAN BE SO FUCKING FOR REAL! ARE YOU ACTUALLY THAT STUPID? COULD YOU NOT HAVE COME UP WITH LITERALLY ANY OTHER JOKE?

TDP had one element that made me overlook literally every little minor problem with the show, from the early animation issues, to some pacing awkwardness, to whatever the hell is up with the magic system that somehow no one seems to be freaking out that Callum can do magic nearly as much as they should, and that Ezran talks to animals (never explained how or why), etc....

That flawless, perfect element: GENERAL BADASS DEAF LESBIAN, MY LOVE, AMAYA. The scenes with and without Gren are fabulous. Not captioning the ASL (making if FOR ASL users on purpose) *chefs kiss!* splendid! Literally perfect way to handle this, I say as not a Deaf person, but a disabled person with Deaf friends who uses ASL sometimes. Deaf folks obviously can and should correct me if I'm out of line here.

Lots of media falls into the trap of making the silly/stupid comic relief character exponentially more stupid over time. But few fall into the trap that Soren is in, where the plot on paper shows growth in raw and beautiful ways, but every once and a while Ehasz and Richmond yell "fuck that" and make him as smart as a sack of horse shit dissolved in river water with no regard or awareness for anything actually going on around him. Then they try to just pick up the growth where they left off when its convenient as if they didn't just totally obliterate the serious nature of the character's story?!

Like literally, do Ehasz and Richmond genuinely expect me to believe that a Soren that claims in Season 6 episode 2 to have INVENTED "WORD HANDS" A REVOLUTIONARY NEW LANGUAGE, is the same soren that grows to defy his father's will and risk his life to oppose him and save Zym/fight alongside Callum, Ezran, Rayla, and *AMAYA* two whole seasons before?

Do they expect me to believe that Soren, growing up in Katolis, where one of the foremost top generals, the queen's sister, and a superior officer to him proudly uses ASL, never learned any? Or never became aware of its existence as a language? And if he didn't, do they expect that a person lacking that much awareness is capable of being anything in the crown guard of Katolis, having any emotional or moral development as a person, or worthy of any of my respect at all?

This man, who experienced temporary disability after being injured by a dragon (major plot point, season 2?) only to be healed by dark magic (a point of change for him, where he wanted to be better,) is made to mock an accessible language for a whole episode, and presented as stupid enough to think he invented it. Then, only a few episodes later, I'm supposed to fall back into the arc of his intended development to watch him stand up to a resurrected Viren? I'm supposed to take that seriously? The contrast doesn't work here, it's not good writing it's lazy comedy at the expense of interesting concepts.

Fuck that. I'm so mad. I loved Soren's arc, and as a neglected kid with a deeply loving but sometimes difficult relationship with my own parents... I'm mad that Ehasz and Richmond have the audacity to fuck it up this hard.

Soren had so much potential! His dynamic with Claudia and Viren was so fresh and rich with emotion, but every line they waste having him say something totally idiotic and not funny degrades the seriousness of his experience as an emotionally neglected and manipulated child. Even then, I was still invested... but after the " Word Hands" stunt. They just obliterated all the good work they did on him for one mildly ableist joke. Even if you don't see it as offensive... it's just also not funny?

I'm beyond disappointed. The only way I would forgive the writers is if they have General Amaya slap soren across the face and/or flip him off for talking about word hands in front of her. (Won't happen, but let your pal dream.) (If someone draws that, I'd be your best friend). (Might go attempt to draw that now just to feel something, lmao)

[valeriefauxnom]

Another Stealth Edit in Dragalia Lost!

So, as I unfortunately cannot find the vocal lines for, Leonidas was known in his Gala to have a vocalized line that said the name 'Euden' whereas before Dragalia went to hell and back to obscure any mention of his name despite the obvious fact that it is his name. Whether it was with "Your/His Highness" "Prince" "Turkey" or "Brother", they were quite creative in monikers to avoid saying Euden.

They, predictably, changed it incredibly fast to 'my brother', but the original line, was, if I recall, something like "Whatever awaits in North Grastea, I am certain Euden will find his way to the truth of things". They just substituted 'my brother' for Euden and then voila! No more 'Euden' vocalized.

But oh, I remember.

I, however, just happened to notice another stealth edit today, though, that they did similarly quietly.

Where? The Blood that Binds, you know, the story where most the fam teams up to kick the Replica(-aaaaaaaaaa!) Alberius' butt?

It's in the second part of the story, where not!Alberius nearly murders everyone before they're saved by Euden and Zethia finally arriving to provide some much-needed reinforcement as Euden goes toe-to-toe with Alberius as Zethia heals.

When the twins show up, however, Alberius comments this, per the wiki:

Indeed, I found this line captured in several videos of people recording the event as an archive.

However, others (and I do mean plural, this isn't just one person), instead recorded a different line Alberius says at this exact interval!

The line in question?

Now, when I first saw this, I thought maybe that this was the original line and that they changed it just to again keep any mention of the Forbidden out of Dragalia and appease the great Nintendo on high. The former feels a bit more awkward, even if one can still kinda see the air of 'ugh, how many more can there be?' attitude to the sheer number of descendants trying to fight him. To me, I honestly thought it would be the changed, the hurriedly slapped-in edit as ordered to keep Dragalia that much Purer.

But when I looked at the dates of these uploads, I found something curious. Those that had the first line where actually updated earlier than the ones with the later line. Unless several people all got their recordings earlier than the others but then somehow chose to wait a week-month to upload their clips, the second line is the edited version!

Which means that the Dragalia translation team slipped in a comment from Alberius' replica expressing the sentiment of, 'damn that dude had a lot of sex'. Color me surprised!

What's funnier is the implications, because this replica knows Alberius' memories. He's the most capable person 'alive' in any sense to be fully capable of commenting truthfully as to what Alberius got up to, even if it is through his own lens corrupted by the Progenitor.

However, it's also a bit of a logical fail. The replica also knows Alberius lived 300 years ago, and yet seems surprised and annoyed with how many descendants there are. Even if Alberius only had one kid, 300 years is more than enough time for the blood to multiply into the size of the family there is today. Additionally, Alberius himself seems to intend to have multiple children:

...And yet he's personally attributing the fact that there are 7 heirs in front of him to Alberius. Perhaps he thought he woke up to a world as if Alberius were Genghis Khan, bloodline incredibly far-reaching where it seems you can't throw a stick without hitting one of his descendants?

To that, I'd like to just claim the comment's because of the potentially lacking knowledge of this replica. Sure, he may know how to fight, Alberius' life, all that, but that doesn't necessarily mean he has the best grasp on how quickly natural reproduction in humans can boom a single bloodline's number. A silly little goof much as the dragons make goofs regarding human lives and their qualities, like Zodiark failing to realize that humans cannot fit in a chamberpot or that they do not eat raw meat. I still wonder what drove the translators, though, to make that change.

Whatever might have driven that comment, though, that doesn't change the fact that the replica of Alberius flat-out said that his original was, ah, busy, which was not the new lore I had intended being able to be found in Dragalia!

That just leaves the question as to whom, since Dragalia also had a severe allergy from discussing any of the queens in Alberia's history. Myriam, of course, died alone before Alberius ever created a kingdom. The only other character of note in Alberius' vague shipping world is Midgardsormr, as long-joked about in the fandom from both comics and stories, but he doesn't exactly complete the apparently-full love story either, with Alberius having at least one descendant. It's too bad, since the only other note of relevance about the subject at all is Midgardsormr expressing severe doubts of his dating prowess:

...Did Midgardsormr end up being a wingman to Alberius? If so, what did that look like?

"Hey, how are you doing?" (cue massive, revered dragon landing behind him)

"Why are you running, aren't dragons cool???!"

Listen, I've just opened up a whole can of worms unintentionally here, because somehow Dragalia decided to say of all things that Alberius had a storied love life, shall we say.

I wonder how many other little changes the devs might have made over the years, if they're willing to tweak things like this. Does anyone know anything else about little stealth changes the team tried to sneak in without anyone noticing?

[thorne-antics]

THE DRAGON PRINCE SEASON 5 SPOILERS

So... my thoughts on season 5!!

Episode 1: Domina Profundis

- so I'm assuming Callum and Rayla talked after the events of Escape From Umber Tor because I expected them to be still a little awkward but they're not, it looks like they're friends again and that makes me so happy!!

- why does Rayla need to take off the nails on the painting in front of the secret passageway? Can't Stella just make a portal to the other side of it?

- okay I hate Karim but did the sunfire elf guard really have to take his ring? I think Janai would've let him keep it. And the guard was like "it belongs to Queen Janai now" and then proceeded to drop it on the ground. Wtf bro

- Opeli telling Callum why Rayla was arrested and Callum being like "okay, so what?" will never not be funny to me

- Callum really said "it's okay she just got too silly"

Episode 2: Old Wounds

- their little conversation about trust... they're healing their relationship YIPPEE

- domina profundis looks so fucking cool I wish we saw more of her

- I now expect to see Barius invent a new pastry every season from here on out.

- CALLUM DOING PUPPY DOG EYES AT RAYLA GAVE ME SO MUCH SEROTONIN

- watching Soren, Ezran and Corvus laughing about shit jokes did give me slight secondhand embarrassment but surprisingly it was kind of funny. Definitely an upgrade from the god-awful fart jokes in season 4

- THIS IS ONLY EPISODE 2 AND ALREADY THEY'RE GOING HAM WITH THE RAYLLUM CONTENT. THEY SPENT THE NIGHT AT A COZY INN TOGETHER. AND THE BANTER BETWEEN THEM AFTERWARDS IS SO CUTE. ugh yes s5ep2 "Old Wounds" my beloved (Actually I love the whole first 4 episodes but we'll get to that later)

- "I know dark magic created this place, but it's a bridge between our two worlds, and now here we are, crossing it together" I'm screaming.

- the banther chase was so cool! I love the battle duo dynamic Rayla and Callum have going on, and the way the banther was animated looked awesome. (Also I find it hilarious how when Rayla's arrow hit the Banther, it literally got right back up but it was like "actually, fuck this" and just dipped)

- Viren's dream sequence with baby Soren ripped my heart out

Episode 3: Nightmares And Revelations

- Ezran literally befriended the entire dragon population except Sol Regem, Rex Igneous, and the archdragon of stars (if there is one) (no moon archdragon I'm pretty sure? Because the last one was Luna Tenebris and she died) and I love that for him

- Callum's reaction to finding out Amaya and Janai are engaged was priceless. I was so excitedly waiting to see that and it was everything I'd hoped for.

- THIS WHOLE CONVERSATION

They really said "Wanna do something foolish?" "Do you even have to ask?"

Episode 4: The Great Bookery

- Kazi you nerd I love you

- Amaya being the best aunt!!

- UGH THE RAYLLUM MONTAGE

- MMM YES CALLUM AND KAZI THE BOOKWORM DUO

- "I would do anything for you" oh. my. god.

- THIS WAS SO FUNNY

- BANTHER FIGHT BANTHER FIGHT BANTHER FIGHT

"Rayla, I was wrong. I waited too long. I hope you know--" "I know." UHM, I DON'T? WHAT ARE YOU GUYS TALKING ABOUT? (I'm guessing this is them saying "I love you" without saying it but I NEED TO KNOW FOR CERTAIN)

- The only reason Amaya and Corvus survived is because they hid in the book drop and Amaya thought to do that because Kazi pointed it out earlier so basically Kazi saved their lives. Good job Kazi.

- question: how the fuck did a fall from that height NOT kill Corvus? I'm glad he's not dead but HOW?

Episode 5: Archmage Akiyu

- "Oh no... You're making me the deciding vote, aren't you" Imao 😭

- Terry is such a good boyfriend.

- everyone's faces when the giant birds swoop down at them

I AM CACKLING

- Callum fistbumping Rayla... I will cherish this forever.

- Rayla asking Callum to push her into the water because she doesn't have the courage to jump in herself, Callum holding her hand as they dive in together instead... oh I'm sick. He's so patient and sweet and gentle with her I'm gonna cry

- the sheer amount of rayllum hand touches we're getting this season is incredibly satisfying

- Tidebound Tina/Archmage Akiyu is so silly. I like her a normal amount

- IT'S KIM'DAEL!!

Episode 6: Bait And Switch

- let Soren have the best lavender essential oils in all of Scumport he deserves it

- when Ezran goes to see Finnegrin and Callum stays outside and he says "it's fine I'll just get to know my new friend here" and Elmer says they aren't friends, Callum lets out this little giggle and it's the cutest thing. FOR WHAT? LITERALLY FOR WHAT

- I'm conflicted about Claudia fighting the dragon. I mean, slay, but also... I'm scared 😃

- BABY GLOW TOADS!!

Episode 7: Sea Legs

- I need to know what Bait said when he grunted and Ezran said "that's not very nice, Bait"

- "baby mage" Nyx I'm gonna have to stop you right there because I will not tolerate this falsehood and this slander towards my boy Callum

- I love how when the baby glow toad fell overboard, Nyx was like "I'll get it" and Callum was like "no I'll get it" and then there's Soren, who hollers "SORENBALL!" and just yeets himself in.

- Callum carrying the episode with his sky magic ugh yes (partially Soren too, for saving the baby glow toad, and Villads bc of course he's a great captain and the squad couldn't do this without him, but Callum is slaying I'm so proud of him)

- Amaya finding out Kim'Dael took Janai may have broken my heart just a little

Episode 8: Finnegrin's Wake

- IT'S CALLUM IN THE INTRO INSTEAD OF VIREN OH FUCK

- please excuse my excessive use of "fuck"

- they hurt my boy ☹️

- "I'm not gonna help you murder the archdragon of the ocean" "Murder? When you put it like that you make me sound like a bloodthirsty fiend" YOU LITERALLY ARE 💀

- Rayla screaming at Finnegrin to let Callum go when she sees that Callum got beat up... the pre-s5 speculation fanfic writers are probably losing their shit rn

- THIS IS MY FAVORITE SCENE IN THE WHOLE FUCKING SHOW. OH MY GOD.

I have never seen anyone more angry at any point in the entirety of this show than Callum is in this scene. He's been angry before, but rarely, and when he does, he remains level-headed. But then Finnegrin starts torturing Rayla, and that's what sets him off. And seeing a character like him, who's always been so sweet and gentle and kind, going absolutely fucking feral because someone hurt his loved one, is so satisfying to me. He loves her so much, the worst thing to him is seeing her suffering. I'm going insane over this.

- HE FUCKING UNLOCKED THE OCEAN ARCANUM. I'M SO PROUD OF HIM

- remember when he told Rayla "I'd do anything for you"? Yeah... (I'm totally writing a fanfic about this)

- if you couldn't tell, I fucking love Callum (this is probably the hundredth time I've said this)

Episode 9: Infantis Sanguine

- Callum looks so pretty here. He always looks pretty but MY GOD

- I'm gonna cry. The way he looks at Rayla like "Hey it's okay I'm right here with you :)" has me in a chokehold

- Rayla getting scared about being underwater and swimming back up to the surface and Callum immediately going after her to see if she was okay... no one fucking touch me

- I had no problem with Claudia at the start of the underwater fight but then she threatened Ezran and I was like "sweetie I can't defend you anymore"

- bruh they couldn't talk underwater anyway so what the fuck was the point of threatening Ezran to make him talk?

- I know it's a fantasy cartoon and the logic doesn't matter but RAYLA SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN ABLE TO SHOOT THOSE ARROWS SO PERFECTLY WHILE UNDERWATER.

- Aaravos has been in ONE EPISODE this season and nearly every speaking line he has is so sus

- I always hated Viren because him manipulating and gaslighting his kids reminded me of my dad who I haven't spoken to for 3 years now, and I've had to accept that he's never going to change, but I'm glad Viren has changed and I'm proud of him

- so... Viren dead? Viren not dead? Fuck if I know! Find out in 8 months!

okay, my final ranking of all the seasons so far: this one comes out on top, then below it is season 3, then season 2, and at the bottom, season 1 and 4 are tied. And I'm so excited for season 6. Thank you and goodnight.

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[mycupofrum]

@gracelesslady23 you sent me this ask a while ago and I was just about to reply but Tumblr glitched and the whole ask disappeared! Anyway, I had saved it elsewhere so no harm done.

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love! ❤️

Thanks for the ask! Sorry it’s taken so long to reply! I wanted to finish some WIPs first so I could talk about them. 😊 These are in no particular order.

Practice makes perfect

I could not stop laughing when writing this. I wanted to make it a story where James and Sirius are awkward and silly and blunt and don’t really know what they are doing half the time (well Sirius has a bit of a better grasp of it 🤭), but the hormones and absolute terror and magnitude of having a crush on your best friend is so overpowering that someone has to make the first move eventually. Also, it’s ok to make mistakes like accidentally do a test run on your crush’s baby brother before winning the actual prize. Yeah, it’s a thin plot but it got me over writer’s block and made me smile so much. Prongsfoot bj’s is always a treat to write. They can’t help wanting each other.

Enchanted

My original inspiration for this story was Enchanted by Taylor Swift. I couldn’t let go of the lyrics ”Please don’t be in love with someone else. Please don’t have somebody waiting on you.” Then I saw the T. Swift music video for Bejeweled where they have Enchanted playing at the beginning. The video has a Cinderella theme, hence the AU for this story. I also watched the Cinderella movie for some more inspiration. I’d been thinking about a fairytale Prongsfoot story anyway and this just worked. I really wanted to make Sirius a prince, and it was so interesting giving James a different background and trying to think how that would change his character. I also wanted to make it as romantic as possible. The amount of fluff almost made me uncomfortable but I needed to test my limits. There’s some spice in there too because…this is Prongsfoot. They get like that about each other. 😄

A lesson in love

I knew I wanted to write an Amortentia fic but I had no idea how to go about it. At first it seems like a fun trope but essentially presents the whole dubcon issue which I didn’t want to be a thing in this story. Then I thought, what if they react differently to the potion because they are Animagi? So, I went with that thought. I loved writing this and creating all the pining and tension between them. <3

Specialised in you

It started as a funny thought of James being so sure he’s straight that wanting to have sex with Sirius was nothing but a little bit inconvenient in the grand scheme of things, and that could be dealt with Polyjuice potion and in a totally ”straight” way. That was going to be that. A silly, funny, smutty story. 11k words later I had a whole wartime Prongsfoot hurt/comfort fic in my hands. I don’t know what happened. (I do know what happened. James Potter happened.) Writing this was so much fun but also sad and everything in between. I didn’t think I’d be writing actual duelling and stuff but there we are.

Payback

Sometimes you just have to write shameless Prongsfoot smut. Basically this story exists because I needed an outlet for my Eurovision frustration. I felt a little better after getting it out of my system. James and Sirius also felt much better afterwards. I like their whole revenge mood.

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

Beyoncé

In the words of Wendy Williams, “she can’t read she’s got a six grade, I’m glad we’re going to use my kitchen TV because it’s got closed captions so I’ll be able to understand everything she saying”., Did you know that Beyoncé can’t read?. no Beyoncé talks like a sixth grader, that’s Wendy not me, but I kinda get what she’s saying. Back then Beyoncé spoke like that., very childlike could be however mercury, Mercury sign, that can sometimes the time and what your voice is going to sound like in astrology.

But what I love about all these pictures here, that Beyoncé can’t save her life around Kim Kardashian. now let’s add that to the end and take it out again and that’s their whole friendship, Kim likes to think that they are friends. I naive Libra Arse can’t see that they’re not. If you look at all these pictures she’s even getting annoyed at north. I know the camera can’t catch you. It really awkward but moments but you can also catch it in the truth. Some fashion show really shouldn’t and Beyoncé has got a completely different view., kids are at home with the nanny of course. Well Beyoncé, sees her PR team. Taking the pictures of her with the baby.

Beyoncé knows how to do pr, but this is the wrong time, her PR is like not making me talk in an interview but also making me look good, Kim’s PR is making me look like a good parent by walking down the street and taking, or anything else for that matter these guys will do anything a good PR, everyone else look bad, I MEAN PRINCE EVEN GOT SICK OF HER ARSE, HE CALLED HER UP ON THE STAGE . And then he’s like bitch get off the stage .

Now that was probably a stunt too , although with Prince I wouldn’t be surprised , he is a Scorpio rising after , also a Gemini sun man , he didn’t like the Kardashians, but Kim was everything he wanted in a girl, a little bit dumb, dark, dark features, natural stunning body, I know ha ha ha, but looking natural to some degree.

Look at this post was meant to be about Beyoncé and I’ve gone into Kim Kardashian, but Kim annoyed a lot of celebrities along with her family. Especially that woman .. she often brings up on keeping up with the Kardashians and the Kardashians on Disney. and being at Beyoncé’s parties come on you’re making yourself look silly. Can you imagine that if had been born in the mid 70s so just five years back? She would’ve been a prince girl I don’t know if she grew up quite privileged so who knows . Now what are my reasons for Beyoncé not liking her. look at the pictures at first and you can see how far she can’t act as the captions say. 

Kind of like a Carmen Electra, but Carmen had the, street smarts, the edge that, prince was want to of said to her don’t ever, dye hair 👱🏽‍♀️. If that Carmen needs to really be in this slide, specially I’ve had prince, and then she got with Dennis Rodman, and Dave Navarro two very different but very similar men. Different on the fact that of their personalities maybe and what they do., same because they both like girly things, can be quite feminine. Kind like Prince.

When the elevator situation happened with Beyoncé, Solange and Jay-Z, Beyoncé couldn’t hide her face and that, or actually she did pretty well she smirk 😏 . A lot like Solange can hide her face either while sat next to one of the Kardashians it looks like here. and she sure couldn’t eat here either., that was iconic at 2014 moment. And the Solange, love you for that.

Here is the terrible acting, PR nightmares, PR winners, being a Kardashian and being a superstore

[saintmeghanmarkle]

WME Invictus Games and London in the spring by u/SherbetTurbulent9787

WME, Invictus Games and London in the spring 🎶🎼 There is so much being made of the IG service being held in London in March (in a crypt apparently so nicely tone-deaf there. Right on brand for the dimwit) Predictably for the duo none of it is actually about the veterans. Instead, there are countless Harkle puff pieces about reconciliation with the RF and them being invited to kiss and make up while they're attending the IG. One day it's KC who's just desperate for his sons to be back together but Prince William won't relent! Today I saw a sinner had posted an article saying that Catherine will "put aside her ego"(the bare faced audacity of H&M!!) to make KC and POW happy because they both want the Harkes back!? It makes me wonder if this is their absolute, final, last chance with WME? (I know, I know, we've heard "last chance" until ou ears are bleeding) Have they been told that if they can't go to London and be seen to get some kind of relationship back on track with the RF then their representation by WME is done? I believe they still have time in their Netflix contract too even though it seems NF are just running out the clock. The latest puff pieces seem to have a different tone and feel to them than even their usual will they/won't they and the person who is allegedly preventing the reconciliation changes on a daily basis 😂. We'll know after the IG service if/when they go on their usual attack blitz when they don't get what they want - and they won't get what they want. Maybe Megaliar just wants to extend an olive branch to King Charles and give him a once in a lifetime opportunity to become part of a future billion dollar brand by merging Highgrove Estate with the soon-to-be global sensation that is...(checks notes) American Riviera Orchard, which as we know is the perfect name! 😂. Maybe they think if they play nice by attempting to, once again, bully the RF via PR in the press into doing what they want they might not be too late to get an invitation to the wedding of the year! Oh sorrry! I forgot they were invited! They received a Save the Date card didn't they? 😂 They're just so gracious they declined so it wouldn't be awkward! Silly me....​ post link: https://ift.tt/aoY1RNg author: SherbetTurbulent9787 submitted: April 08, 2024 at 10:45AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[pink-bear]

NSFW Alphabet: Gundham Tanaka

I want this man to breed me HOO BOY...

Stuff under the cut. Character is depicted as 18+

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Despite acting like a DARK, BROODING DEMON Gundham is a total sweetheart. This can be best seen with how he gives his partner aftercare.

Everything someone could need both physically and emotionally is provided, and he is especially cuddly during times like these.

While he’s a man of few words, he’ll muse praise and adoration for his partner.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his hands. They are hard working, have suffered their share of bites and scratches, and they are what harness his DARK POWERS...or something like that-

He likes his partners eyes. He can gaze into them and see if they are truly worthy.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Holy smokes does this guy cum a lot, especially when it’s been a few days since his last release. It comes out in long, thick ropes and can go pretty far.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Praise him. Worship him. Treat him like the Supreme Lord of Ice and demon prince he is and he will eat. That. Shit. UP.

If his partner roleplays with him and worships his body, status and talent, he is in pure fucking bliss. He goes all out and doesn’t hold back.

What kind of dark lord would he be if he could not please such a loyal and generous worshipper?

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

If you ship it, he lost his virginity to a certain blonde haired, soap opera loving princess 😉

He was a natural, even with his first time. Apart from a little bit of awkwardness starting out, he quickly found his groove and completely blew his partner away.

He doesn’t like it when people ask him about his previous experiences, especially if they imply he’s gotten a lot of it. He just naturally knows what he’s doing, even though he hasn’t had a lot of encounters.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style 100%. It just seems natural to him, and he loves gripping his partner’s waist and driving himself in deep. It also gives him ample opportunities to give his partner “love bites” to show people who they belong to~

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He likes to keep things serious; sex isn’t the place to be silly. Even so, he likes to smile softly after the deed is done at his partner, just to show how happy he is.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Has a happy trail that goes from just bellow his belly button to a neatly maintained nest of black hair. Don’t let his lack of eyebrows fool you, he has a decent amount of hair overall (but goes to great lengths to keep it tidy, but never completely shaven).

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It depends on who he’s with. He saves the intimate, romantic stuff for longer term partners, or people he really trusts. When he does have that special someone, he is incredibly passionate and affectionate.

Of course, if the mood is right, he can also be a total animal.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

A lot of times he’s too busy to even think about tending to himself that way. With the dozens of animals, he cares for and his website to maintain, he has a lot on his plate.

Once his need to breed makes itself known, he practically dedicates a whole night to it. He jerks off several times and uses a fleshlight to make the experience even better.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Big surprise, but Gundham is the king of breeding kinks. He loves doing scenarios where he is creating an heir, and hearing his partner beg for it gives him goosebumps.

He’ll play this fantasy with anyone, regardless of whether they have a vagina or not. It’s less about the ability to actually impregnate someone and more about the dominance.

…that said, impregnating someone is his ultimate fantasy come true. Then he truly will be the Ultimate Breeder (and yes, he will totally step up and father the child).

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

idk how to explain it, but “private public places”. What I mean is places like behind buildings, in a (clean) barn, outside (on private property). Basically, places that aren’t as private as a bedroom, but are also unlikely to have someone walk in on them.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The winds of spring carry a scent…a need to act out the most passionate and carnal desire to become one with his soulmate. To dance Mother Nature’s primal waltz. Tangled in the sheets, to the song of moaning and crying out into the dark of the night. To exchange their very life essence…perhaps to even create new life. To achieve his ultimate purpose of creating an heir worthy of his throne of ice and fire.

…basically, he has a mating season-

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything unhygienic, as always.

Other than that, he doesn’t like to sub that much. He’ll do it, and enjoys it with the right person, but 7/10 times he’ll decline bottoming. He doesn’t like doing anything that makes him feel weak, and bottoming can sometimes make him feel like that, unless his partner makes him feel more comfortable with it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers giving it more than receiving it. And as you’d expect from a breeder, he is very good at what he does. That tongue is wonderful and can reach plenty of places.

While he prefers his “unholy seed to be planted” within his partner, he’ll rarely turn down the offer of a bj if his partner is persistent enough.

Seeing his partner swallowing his cum is a great way to get that cute blush on his cheeks :3

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on how he’s feeling that day, but more often than not he goes hard and fast. He simply can’t help it, it’s in his blood.

But when the mood is more chill/romantic, he’ll happily go at a slower pace.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

A breeder wants to make sure he does a thorough job...but a quickie now and then can be enjoyable. If it doesn’t interfere with his work, he’s receptive to the idea.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Even if he will sometimes act that he doesn’t care about being caught, he really doesn’t like the idea of it. Like I said in the location category: He likes doing it “private” public places with little chance of anyone walking in on them.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh boy, this guy can go for a LONG while. Both in how long he can last, and how many rounds he can go. He isn’t the Ultimate Breeder for nothin~

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns a vibrator, a fleshlight for masturbating, and several collars, leashes and harnesses ;3

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can only put up with a tiny bit of teasing before getting impatient. He wants to get right to it, and there’s no reason to waste time with mere prattling!

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

A bit more on the quiet side. He’ll let out some grunts, soft moans and the occasional praise/pet name, but he really focuses on the task at hand. One of his favourite things to do is growl in his partner’s ear and feeling them tighten around him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes tying his partner’s hands up with his scarf (if they’re into that) hehe-

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Has an uncut cock that is long (around 7.5 inches) and thick, as well as a real heavy pair of balls. There’s a noticeable thick vein that runs along his shaft. He’s got the assets of a breeder, what can I say?

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s an on and off thing for him. For the most part it’s kinda on the down low, and he doesn’t really seek it. If his partner makes the first move, he’ll happily reciprocate, though.

But sometimes, he’ll go into “rut”, and that’s when the cravings really hit hard. He’s almost insatiable, so hopefully his partner is up to the task!

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He has a lot of animals to take care of, so unless sex is the absolute last thing he is doing that day, he’s gonna be up and doing his chores (after a nice cuddle session, of course).

If his partner is too busy to help, he’ll tuck them into bed, give them a kiss and some romantic parting words.

🌸🌸🌸

Y’all should’ve expected some kinky shit to be here, but what did you expect from someone called the Ultimate Breeder?

Hope you enjoyed! And if you don’t agree with any of these, that’s fine! These are just my personal headcanons!

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[aehyei]

Hi soulmate! Love you sososososo much (btw sorry for making you dropping your phone TT) I have a request for you: “ please don’t scare me like that again. i can take a lot of things, but not losing you. / ” come here. i’m taking care of you tonight. and you’re gonna let me. ” (3) sender shows up at receiver’s house drunk after they’ve broken up. Pairing: ceo!jaehyun x korea's president!female reader (bc why not) Thank you!! <33

heyyyy riri 🥺🥰🥰 it’s fine! my phone’s still alive and i am too but like,, jaemin’s,, way,, too,, hot,, for,, me,, to,, handle,, :,)

[IT’S JUST US NOW]

pairing: ex-boyfriend! ceo!jaehyun x korea’s female president!reader, genre: angst, fluff, exes to lovers!au, !heartfelt, tw: driving under influence, cuss words, drinking, mentions of a toxic family, prompts used: “please don’t scare me like that again. i can take a lot of things, but not losing you.” + “come here. i’m taking care of you tonight. and you’re gonna let me.” + (3)

REMINDER: PROMPT GAME IS CLOSED.

And so you’re the president. 

What a job. Everyone looks up to you, and the whole country’s state is on your hands. One simple little mistake and everything you tried to built falls down like sand. And too add to that? You’re long time boyfriend decides to break up with you with the reason of “We don’t belong together, we travel different paths, roads that will never meet.”

Ouch. 

In the first place, how did you become the president? Honestly, you did not know either. Both your parents are potential politicians, always doing everything to stay in power— even if it means making their daughter run for a position in the government just so they could assure that they are the most powerful to live in South Korea. 

And just like the story ends, you find yourself at the top, being controlled by your parents with every move you try to make to help the country. 

But aside from how obviously unfair fate is, at least it gave you a chance to meet Jung Jaehyun— a young, rich, and famous CEO of a really known company. Your parents adored him more then they did with you, and you hated how they loved him just because of his money. 

“Date him, Y/n. He’s a great man,” you would remember your mother tell you while drinking green tea. You didn’t want too at first, thinking it was entirely cruel for her to control your love life now. “Mother, is me being the president not enough for you?”, You would ask, looking at her with an uneasy expression. 

“Nonsense silly girl. If you date Mr. Jung, your status would be better and everyone would love you more.” Her voice was stern and scary, making you give in to her wishes. 

Love you more, huh, if you date Jaehyun, would everything finally be enough for them? Would your father finally smile at you and tell you how proud he is? Would your mother finally call you her daughter instead of some silly girl? 

So date Jaehyun you did. 

The blind date was really awkward at first— aside from the cameras and paparazzi around the restaurant, or how Jaehyun literally looks like a Greek god that night— you felt the butterflies in your stomach swirling around like crazy. 

He...wasn’t that bad at all. In fact, he was a pure gentleman and always respected your personal space, never crossing any line. Maybe that was one of the reasons why you went home smiling so widely that night.

Unfortunately, your mother was right. When the public saw your dating status with the famous young CEO, they did adore you much more then you expected. Praising you in every way. 

A living fairytale, that’s where you thought you are. A princess caged in a tower, with an evil dragon and witch guarding the entrance, and a handsome brave prince saving you. 

Except the princess was you, the evil dragon your father, the witch your mother, and Jaehyun as your prince. 

But just like every fairytale, the story ends. Suddenly, people were sick of watching you and Jaehyun and wanted something else. Rallies were often happening, going against the thought of a young immature girl to run a whole country. 

It was the first time you saw your parents really worried— but you would be a fool if you think they were worried for you. It was mere obvious by their actions that they were more worried getting kicked out of power then their daughter’s mental and physical state. 

Then Jaehyun was taken away from you. He was banned from going anymore near you, and it wasn’t like he could. Your father would cut all ties you have with your boyfriend, saying you need to study on how to satisfy the people, not yourself. Your mother would constantly let you be followed around by a camera just to show everyone how ‘mature’ you actually are. 

Eventually, their plan did work and everything was back to normal again. After some begging and pitiful tears, they finally allowed you to meet Jaehyun just for this once. This time, no more cameras, no more paparazzi, just you and Jaehyun alone. 

“I’m sorry for everything and I—”

“We...we should break up.”

“W-What do you mean? Jaehyun, this is—”

“We don’t belong together, we travel different paths, roads that will never meet.”

So it turns out, he wasn’t your prince, and you weren’t a princess. You’re just a silly girl following whatever the witch and the dragon says. It all came crashing unto you as you stare at your now ex-boyfriend with a blank expression, slowly nodding and leaving before he sees the tears trickling down your eyes continuously. 

You weren’t in the mood now in dealing with your mother’s shrieks and your father’s sermons. You weren’t in the mood in pretending to be someone you don’t know in front of the cameras. You weren’t in the mood in dealing with the whole country and all that is on it’s land. For this once, you want silence. You want to look out your window and stare up the moon. 

Maybe you took a couple of sips of red wine, wishing when you wake up this was all just a nightmare. But there was one thing for sure— you weren’t that drunk to imagine a Jung Jaehyun standing just beside his expensive car with a can of beer in his hand, staring up at you with red puffy eyes. 

...or are you? 

You looked at the wine your holding, looking at it’s bottle to see it’s ingredients with confused and squinted eyes, “How strong is the alcohol rate...?”. 

“Can I climb up?” Jaehyun croaks out suddenly, startling you. “H-Have...have you gone entirely mad?” You stammered, creasing your brows together. He smiled and chuckled, looking down by his feet before looking back up at you, his dimples showing, “If I truly become mad, would you take care of me?”. 

“I would,” you whisper, opening your window wider for him, “Come here. I’m taking care of you tonight.”

Jaehyun’s smile grew wider, but he didn’t budge yet, looking hesitant. “What if everyone doesn’t want us together? What if...I don’t want you to take care of me?”. 

You shook your head, far to drunk to care anymore, “No. I’m going to take care of you and you’re gonna let me.”

Convinced and also wasted at the same time, Jaehyun stumbles to climb up your window— stopping when you’re both now face to face. “Why are you here?” You mumble brokenly, the hurtful memories just from hours ago still vivid for you. 

“There are two reasons,” he slurred, “the first one was I was looking for home, and the next thing I knew is that I’m in front of your house. And the second is I’m really, really, really drunk and I love you.”

You visibly froze. Jaehyun raised his right hand and gently caressed your cheek, smiling sadly, “I love you.”

He loves you. 

“C-Careful, you might fall,” you stuttered, grabbing on his arm. He grunts and enters your room, taking the wrong step and accidentally falling on top of you. A loud thud echoed around your dark room, and for a minute, you worried if any paparazzi are watching. Jaehyun must’ve noticed and softened a bit, “It’s just the two of us. Just you and me. Close your eyes if you want too, but I’ll just be here.”

You did close your eyes, feeling Jaehyun move away to lay beside you on the flooring and guided for you to lay in his chest instead. He reeks of alcohol and so did you, but no one cared right now. 

“I could handle my parent’s evil schemes, people going against me. I’m willing to give everything up, but not you,” you whisper, hands clutching the fabric of his shirt, “Please don’t scare me like that again. I can take a lot of things, but not losing you.”

Jaehyun held you tighter, burying his nose on your hair and inhaled your scent that he loved so much, “I’m not going anywhere.”

© AEHYEI

[veryhappyunbirthdaytoyoutoy-blog]

Alright y'all, story time!!!!!!! This takes place after S2 episode 1, The Curse of Cornelius Sigan. SO! Pretend Arthur's half-ass apology (or rather, LACK of apology. Which really doesn't make sense, since Arthur had some character development in this episode, willingly thanking Guinevere for saving his life instead of being all "I would've been fine", but whatever...) doesn't happen at the end of the episode, and Arthur ACTUALLY tries to make amends with his servant. Enjoy!! Or don't!!! Whatever!!!!!

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After the situation with Cornelius Sigan, Arthur felt… bad. Really bad. More remorseful than he could have expected, strange ESPECIALLY as he was feeling this way for a servant, yet here he was pacing his chambers, trying to figure out how to apologize to his said servant.

But Merlin was never just an ordinary servant, was he? Very bravely, he had tried to warn Arthur about Cedric's untrustworthy-ness, had come to him first with information about Sigan, and had been willing to make himself look like an ass in an effort to warn his prince.

And what did Arthur do? Call him lazy, accuse him of being on the cider, and fire him.

A clotpole indeed.

And so the morning after the whole fiasco was resolved — Arthur still isn't quite sure how— he found himself making the long walk to Gaius's chambers to collect Merlin on a surprise hunting trip. When Merlin, unsurprisingly, tells Arthur he doesn't work for him anymore, Arthur says, "well, as my previous servant ended up being pure evil, so I am in need of a replacement. Plus, I'm the prince and you'll do as I say, now come on!"

Which, even Arthur can admit, wasn't exactly tactful after everything that had just happened.

Merlin was immediately suspicious — which made Arthur feel like even more of an ass, since his manservant can’t even really trust him anymore — when during the trip, Arthur insists that they visit a tavern near the edge of the kingdom, in disguise, for cup of mead.

Which led to them avoiding each other's gazes as they nursed their drinks, silent in the otherwise noisy tavern.

As difficult as he had found it to say thank you to Guinevere for saving his life a few days prior, Arthur found it SO much more difficult to apologize to his manservant, who had proven himself time and time again unfailingly loyal and deserving of trust (and who could, and WOULD, definitely give him a hard time for an awkward attempt). But as he watched Merlin uncomfortably sip his cider and keeping his gaze fixed on anything but Arthur, he knew he had to try.

Arthur took a fortifying breath.

“Merlin.”

The manservant looked at him, straightening slightly. He was biting his lip, and at the sound of Arthur saying his first word since they ordered, he slowly set down his cup, trying to manage one of his silly grins.

“Sire?”

The prince shushed him at the title, looking around frantically, and let out a sigh when no one seemed to notice. Taking one more swig from his cup, Arthur slammed it on the table, and then met Merlin’s eyes with the intensity that he carried into battle.

Then he took another breath.

“Merlin, it was my fault that all of this happened. I was stupid, and as much I hate to say it, you were right. I should have taken your word instead of the word of some boot-licker I had just met, because every single time you have warned me about something — which is an awful lot, by the way, how the hell do you find out about these things? Anyway, you are usually right, and you have proven yourself loyal over and over again. I should have shown you the same curtesy and I am sorry. I swear on my life, Merlin, that I will do my best to make sure something like this never happens again.”

Arthur's chest was heaving and he quickly looked away from his servant's wide-blown eyes in favor of another swig of his mead. When he mustered the courage to look back at the other boy, Merlin was blinking fast and looked quite stunned.

The raven-haired boy cleared his throat, took a sip of his drink, and cleared his throat again.

Then he spoke:

"Well, Arthur, to be quite honest, I'm surprised you managed to get through that whole thing without fainting. I thought for sure admitting you were wrong would actually kill you."

Arthur scowled as Merlin began to smile — really smile — at Arthur over the top of his mug.

"Yes, well don't get used to it Merlin, despite your uncanny ability to sense disasters, though that may have something to do with being one yourself—"

"Hey!"

"— you still are truly the worst servant I've ever employed."

Merlin giggled and then raised his eyebrows before saying, "now Arthur, after that apology, how can I possibly believe that. Just admit it, you softie. You—"

"Merlin?"

He looked up, doe-eyed and innocent.

"Yes Arthur?"

"Shut up."

Merlin began to laugh fully at that, and Arthur allowed himself to relax in the tavern where no one knew who they were. And as Arthur watched Merlin laugh, he swore to himself that he would always trust this boy. This fiercely loyal boy who would call him out, tease him relentlessly, and had managed to carve himself a space in Arthur's heart.

[johnsamericano]

𝔖𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯 ℜ𝔲𝔰𝔥 𝔧.𝔧.𝔥 •2•

Hi hi! I'm back with another chapter. This one might not be as good(?, it's a really fluffy chapter so bear with me.

warnings: sugar daddy jae, he's a big baby, tooth rotting, kinda long.

sugar rush m.list.

taglist: @thoreeo @trustmahluv @sunny-nyu @nanascupid @silent-potato

“Sir, there’s a girl asking to see you.”

“Hey, I’m not a girl!” He chuckled as his finger pressed the button to communicate with his secretary.

“Hey, I’m not a girl!” He chuckled as his finger pressed the button to communicate with his secretary.

“Hey, I’m not a girl!” He chuckled as his finger pressed the button to communicate with his secretary.

“Let her in.”

Only a few seconds later, your head was peeking through his door.

“I brought you coffee.” You extended your hand out, showing him the carton containing two iced drinks. “Are you busy?”

“Not at all, come in.” You sat on the elegant, individual sofa in front of him, his desk serving as a separation. “Are you here to spy on me? Don't you trust me with your father's case?” He pouted, typing something in his keyboard while your palms started sweating.

How could you not trust the man with the highest case winning index in the whole country?

Briefly, after your encounter with the other lawyer, you'd googled him as well as his company. Because of his incredibly high fees, he didn't have many clients, but those few who had enough money to cost him were almost assured to be on the winning side. So then, why hadn't an excellent lawyer like him popped up when you'd first looked for popular firms? Simple, he wasn't popular.

Just like a hidden gem, only a few had the pleasure to know Yoonoh, and you felt beyond grateful for paying that stupid membership weeks ago.

“No, no!” You were quick to defend yourself, frantically shaking your hands to support your previous statement. “Just wanted to be of help.”

Truth to be told, after receiving your first weekly allowance, an unsettling feeling had been squeezing your heart ever since. Call it guilt or whatever, but it didn't set right to be receiving si much help from him when you hadn't had the chance to do anything in return. The least you could do was trying to be polite.

“You shouldn't be spending your money on me. I'm the one supposed to spoil you, remember?” He grabbed the plastic container by the lid, sipping the bitter liquid with an amused smile. “But thank you.”

“I paid my rent yesterday.” You blurted out, trying to avoid the uncomfortable silence threatening to settle between the two of you. “And I still have money left to save for my father's hospital bills, maybe even buy a present for my aunt.”

He admired how noble you were, making sure those around you had enough before even thinking to do something for yourself.

“I have a party this Friday, would you like to attend with me?” Your presence wasn't required as it wasn't a big event, but by the look in your eyes, he knew you were itching to do something in return for his kindness.

“Yes, of course!” Your orbs sparkled with excitement, finally feeling yourself useful.

“If you don't mind waiting, we can go buy something for you to wear right after I finish with this.” For what seemed like the tenth time in less than ten minutes, small beads of sweat rolled down the back of your neck. Thank God he wasn't able to see them. “Oh, come on, don't give me that look!”

“You’ve already done so much for me. I can buy the clothes myself, don't worry.” With a deep sigh, Yoonoh rose from his chair, taking long strides to surround the desk separating you. “W-what are you doing?” Now kneeling on the floor beneath you, his face was dangerously close to yours, coffee breath crashing against your nose.

“Using mind control to convince you to let me take you out.” He stared at you for a couple more seconds before saying: “Is it working?”

“I think your mind control is broken.” You whisper, unable to hold back the small giggles bubbling at the back of your throat.

“How about now?” He batted his eyelashes, trying to act cute despite his bold features. You shook your head.

Just as you thought it was over, his hand went up to cup your jaw, his thumb drawing uneven figures on the ticklish skin.

“How about now?” He repeated. You stammered, unsure of what to say. “Sorry, that was inappropriate.” Aware of your awkwardness and the rising heat in your cheeks, he stood up, walking back to his chair. “But I do want to get you something, would you let me?”

With your mind busy and your guard low, you nodded, unaware of the silly smile on his face.

“I have a few novels on my shelf in case you want something to kill time.”

“Thank you.” You moved to the huge bookshelf facing his desk, grateful your face wasn't visible anymore.

The books were ordered by genre and size, starting from the biggest law-related textbooks to pocket-sized novels, ending with the smallest one he had. The little prince.

Your eyes widened in disbelief. Yoonoh didn't seem to be the type to read that kind of heartbreaking yet beautiful book. Nonetheless, as many said, you can't judge a book by its cover.

An hour or two later, you were halfway into the first book of flowers in the attic, immersed in the small world the author had created. Yoonoh had finished his work a few minutes before, but distracting you when you were reading so vividly, seemed like a crime. He enjoyed the way your eyebrows would knit together every time something shocking happened, clearly too immersed in the novel to notice his intense gaze.

“Y/n...” He whispered once he noticed you were starting a new chapter. You blinked twice, hands clutching the book tightly as you noticed he had finished his work. “You can take it home, don't worry.”

“Sure?” He flashed his pretty dimples as his eyes turned into half-moons.

“You can come back for the rest of the saga when you finish this one. Take as many books as you please, I’ve already read them all.”

“Thank you.” Another act of kindness you had no way of returning. His favors just seemed to be piling up before you could even return any. “Would you like to have dinner with me today? I'm a great cook, or so did my father said.” You blurted out quickly, twisting your hands nervously as you waited for an answer.

“I’d love to. But I might have to attend some work calls if you don't mind.”

“I don't, maybe I'll even have time to bake a cake while you're at it.” God, how bad he wanted to take a picture of that adorably nervous smile.

“Great, so it's settled. Dinner at your place after we go shopping.” He had already put his blazer on, offering his arm to guide you out. With shaky fingers and sweaty armpits, you grabbed it, walking by his side with his secretary’s gazed glued on you. So much for a girl, huh?

Once seated in his car, with the book resting on your lap, you allowed yourself to relax. Yoonoh wasn't a bad person, on the contrary, he was very kind, so there was no use in keeping your guard up when he was around.

“Ready to roll?” You cringed at his use of slang, making him drop his head back to laugh. “What? Isn't it a thing you cool young adults say?”

“Maybe twenty years ago, Yoonoh.” It was the very first time you used his name so informally, and, oh how good it felt to hear you saying it?

“Fine, I won't use it anymore.” He poked your arm like a little child, and for a moment, you wondered if he was actually more than a decade older.

Several bad jokes, two dresses, and a quick stop at the grocery store later, you arrived at your apartment. Yoonoh held everything while you entered the passcode, struggling not to drop a can of vegetables that was starting to bend the edge of the paper bag.

“Ready, hand me something.” You both entered with your hands packed with different things. You went to your room to leave the new dresses while Yoonoh set the paper bags down on the kitchen counter.

“So...” He clapped loudly. “What are we cooking?”

“I bought the ingredients for lasagna. Is that okay with you?” He nodded, lips pressed and dimples in display. “Alright, let's do this.”

It would've been of great help if Yoonoh had told you he didn't know how to cook. But of course, part of the fault was yours for not noticing when he tried to add ketchup to the recipe.

“I burnt it.” He looked at the semi-carbonized pasta with disgust, feeling ashamed of having ruined your dish. “Let’s just throw it away and order something.” He was about to touch the hot container until your grip on his wrist halted his movements.

“We just pulled it out of the oven.” You shook your head in disbelief at the man standing in front of you.

“Sorry.”

Despite Yoonoh’s endless complaining, you ate the lasagna. The flavor wasn't that bad when you scratched off the burnt parts, especially when accompanied by a cold glass of wine.

“It’s not that bad.” You repeated over and over again. A phone call interrupted him from self-pitying any further. “Go on, take it.” You continued eating while he spoke in the living room.

It wasn't until a couple of minutes later that you realized he was whisper yelling at whoever was on the other line. It was your first time seeing him angry, and you didn't like it one bit. The way his face turned completely stoic, his eyes cold as his hand rested on his hip. Sweet, caring, Yoonoh was gone.

“I told you I needed it for today.” He said through gritted teeth. “You better get it before I arrive back at the office, or you can find yourself another job.” Even after he hung up, Yoonoh stood in the middle of the shared area, clutching his phone so tightly, it seemed like it would break any minute.

You wanted to ask if everything was alright, if he needed any help, but most importantly, if the things he needed were related to your father's case, but all the words stuck to your throat like insects in a spider web.

“I need to go.” He simply said, not even bothering to fake a smile. “Thank you for dinner, I'll see you on Friday.” With his free hand, he grabbed the coat hanging from his chair and left, slamming the door on his way out.

Was that the real Yoonoh?

A shiver ran down your spine. What had you gotten into? From what you'd seen, it was only about time he would show his true self to you as well.

All the trust you'd built up during the day, had crumbled down in a matter of seconds. The worst part? You didn't even feel entitled to be scared, not after all he'd done for you.

‘Just keep your distance.’ You repeated like a mantra as you got ready for bed, leaving the book you'd borrowed right where he'd left it, afraid it would burn your fingertips even with the slightest touch.

(...)

The week wasn't nearly as long as you'd wanted it to be, and soon enough, you were struggling to zip the dress you'd bought days ago. Your makeup was done, and Yoonoh had texted you he was on his way, yet, you'd been fighting with the zipper for at least ten minutes. Your fingers were cramping, and the clock was ticking.

Just when you'd finally started to drag the small piece of metal, the doorbell startled you, causing you to let go of it.

“Fuck!” Have you ever felt so desperate that tears start pricking your eyes? Well, that was the exact case happening at the moment.

You opened the door with the salty water collecting at the corner of your eyes, surprising Yoonoh, who was wearing his best dimply smile.

“What’s wrong?” He had a bouquet poorly hidden behind his back, probably to apologize for the night he abruptly left and almost knocked down your door.

“I-I can't zip up my dress.” Your voice came out shaky, giving away the emotions burning your gut. Thankfully, Yoonoh didn't seem to notice, and if he did, he didn't mention it.

“I’ll help you.” He, not-so-discretely, put down the bouquet, gently turning you around to your discomfort. His cold hands touched your back as he dragged the zip up, noticing how tense you were but deciding not to comment on it. “Oh! You haven't moved the book from where I left it.”

“I haven't had time to read.” He hummed, crouching to reach for the bouquet and hand it to you. “Thank you.”

“It’s my way of apologizing for the fit I threw a couple of days ago.” A fit? That was one way to call it.

“It’s okay.” You lied as you pushed the corners of your lips to form a credible smile. “Let’s get going.”

The flowers were left on the kitchen counter before you left. The ride in the elevator was awfully quiet, and Yoonoh had no idea what had happened. You were so chatty the last time he saw you, so of course, he was taken aback by the sudden change.

“It’s not going to take long, so we can head out for some drinks later if you'd like...” You nodded, for you knew speaking would only expose your discomfort. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah! Just nervous about the party, that's all.”

You stood by Yoonoh’s side for the rest of the evening, smiling and nodding at his acquaintances’ comments. At one point in the evening, a man, not much older than you, approached you both with a wide smile.

“Dude, I hadn't seen you in ages. Stop sending your workers and come see me yourself.” They hugged. Why were they hugging?

“Y/n, this is my brother, Sungchan.” The man with puppy-like eyes embraced you tightly, almost as if welcoming you to his family. “Sungchan, this is y/n, my girlfriend.” He said it so naturally, it’d take a detective to figure out the truth about your relationship.

“I’ve heard a lot about you. I'm sorry for your father. But don't worry, we'll take those bastards down.”

“I’m not following...” You blinked repeatedly, eyes going back and forth between Yoonoh and his brother.

“Sungchan is a doctor. I asked him to look at your father's case for further evidence. My assistant was supposed to pick up the report the day we had dinner, but she forgot to drop by. Now we’re a day behind schedule.” The dark cloud surrounding him seemed to be slowly dissipating as you heard his explanation. “This is an important case, and I want to be as meticulous as possible.”

Thank you didn't seem the right thing to say at the moment, at least not with Sungchan standing there, so you simply grabbed his hand, squeezing it to let him know how grateful you were.

To your surprise, he didn't even flinch as he locked your hands together, causing a small giggle from Sungchan.

“Okay, love birds, I'll get going.” He waved you goodbye, making his way to another table where his friend waited for him.

“Can we talk?” You whispered in his ear, afraid one of the numerous attendants would hear you.

“Sure.” Without letting go of your hand, he drove you to a small, private garden just outside the ballroom. “Are you gonna tell me what's wrong now?” His thumb caressed your knuckles with gentle strokes.

“I’m so sorry.”

“What for?”

“I pushed you away at the minimum trouble when you were only helping me.” He hummed as if he already knew about it. “And it will probably happen again, so please, be patient with me. I'm going through-” Your face collided against his chest as his arms draped over your shoulders, squeezing you tightly.

“Call me reckless, but I've wanted to do this for a while.” Your hands hung at the sides of your torso, unsure what to do next. “You can push me away, I'll understand...”

Instead, your palm found its place in his back, rubbing up and down the designer jacket. Your hair started turning messy from the night breeze, some strands striking Yoonoh’s chin as his embrace only grew tighter.

“Let’s get out of here.” He mumbled, crawling the back of your head with his hand. “Sungchan can deal with my father's friends.”

“Are you sure?” His hum vibrated through his chest, making you giggle at the odd feeling.

Once seated in his car, his hand found yours like a magnet, the warmth emanating from it comfortably enveloping your skin.

The calmness of the atmosphere was interrupted by a call from his brother, who seemed to be anxiously explaining something through the phone.

“Just tell him I had a work emergency.” With that said, he hung up, placing his hand back again on top of yours. “Sorry, he said it was urgent.”

“It’s okay.” An unsettling feeling pinched your stomach, but you decided to dismiss it, immersed in the chilly weather of the dark streets.

You arrived at the river, where Yoonoh asked you to wait for him while he bought a couple of beers. It was a sight to see, both of you clad in fancy clothes, barefoot and chugging down can after can.

“I think I like being with you.” You declared, mind fuzzy from the alcohol intake.

“I think I like it too.” The tips of his ears were rosy, revealing he was as intoxicated as you, maybe even more.

“Would you like to visit my father with me tomorrow?” The words flew out of your mouth before you could even realize. Afraid you'd killed the mood, you tried to excuse yourself, only to be interrupted by his lips grazing your ear, placing a timid kiss on your lobe.

“I’d love to.” It was the sweetest peck, no ulterior motives behind it, just pure affection.

“Are we going too fast?” In your drunken state, what you had felt like a real relationship, not a simple agreement. And this sure felt like a first date.

“We’re moving at our own pace, I believe.” He dropped his head on your shoulder, pressing against it to relieve the dizziness clouding his mind. “Are you okay with that? Maybe you don't want to be with an old creep like me, and I'd totally get it. Just don't let me get my hopes up if that's the case.”

“You might be old, but definitely not a creep.” Your fingers combed through his abundant hair as your mind wandered into the future, grateful for the fact that he wouldn't become bald soon. “Or are you?”

“I don't think so.” Anyone who walked by would've seen a couple of goofs, too intoxicated to talk without slurring the words, but you were living in your own, comfy bubble. “I should get you home before it gets too late. Come on, I'll call a driver.” He tried getting on his feet to no avail, stumbling back a little before falling back on his ass.

“My apartment is nearby. You can stay for the night.” You grabbed both pairs of shoes as his arm surrounded your shoulder for assistance. “If you keep supporting your whole weight on me, we're both gonna fall.” People on the street shot you a couple of funny looks, which was understandable since it wasn't usual to see two drunk idiots walking barefoot in the middle of the night.

“How long till-” Hiccup. “-we get there?” His stare seemed to worsen with every step. “God, I think I might throw up.”

“Stop acting like a teenager, we're almost there.”

As soon as you arrived at the small apartment, you sat him down on the little step where you changed your shoes. You left both pairs on the rack, proceeding to put on slippers to enter the house.

“Don’t leave me here!” He whined, stomping his feet like a little kid.

“Just wait for a second!” His attitude was starting to get on your nerves to the point where you couldn't feel the effects of the beer anymore.

You grabbed a rag from the kitchen cabinet and dampened it under the sink. Yoonoh was half asleep when you walked back to him.

“My head hurts.” He mumbled as you sat in front of him, placing his left foot on your lap. “What are you doing?”

“I don't have any slippers that will fit you, and I don't want your dirty feet making my house dirty.” With utmost delicacy, you wiped away the dirt from his toes, noticing the small scratches caused by the gravel he walked on.

He touched your hair while you finished with his other foot, tangling the strands with fascination.

“Done, get up.”

He followed your indications as you guided him to your room, where you laid him down on his side in case he threw up.

“Are we visiting your father tomorrow?” He asked while snuggling under the covers.

“Sure.” You cleared his forehead from the strands falling in it, grazing the soft skin of his forehead. “Sweet dreams, gigantic baby.”

[swigglecroissant-blog]

Schweet - LJ

Minors dni

Tw: nsfw content, commitment

This is an LJ x OC? Of mine that I decided to post. I have others that I've written, they never take me too long, but I'd like to see how it fares on tumblr, it's from my wattpqd book, "Creepypasta 18+" please enjoy!

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12 am.

1am.

2am.

3am.

Ugh! I shot up from bed, unable to sleep with the giggling fool in my living room. I could hear his goofy laughs and the crinkling of something like paper from down the hall, my apartment unable to muffle the sounds of shenanigans from a clown.

Yes a clown.

An annoying one at that.

He knows i have to work, and he knows when to be quiet, and yet, there he is, probably laughing at my baby album or some movie I left out, or maybe even his own loud and obnoxious thoughts.

One can only imagine the things he thinks of, always catching me off guard by saying something like, "and that's just like this one time I fell from the second floor! I broke my neck." Straight faced the whole time. Comedy genius.

I lashed in my duvet, throwing it off and doing likewise to my bedroom door. The silly sign saying, 'go sleep' adding salt to the wound as it swung open and slammed into the wall, alerting the man, thing, whatever in my front room to the fact that I was not asleep and very mad.

All of his relentless noise making had ceased, the house falling silent save for my pounding footfalls on the shag carpet spanning to the kitchen entrance, turning into soft padding of my socks on hardwood floor.

Good. He's scared.

"Jack. Enough." I was fuming. I tried to keep my voice level with him, as yelling only seemed to make us both agitated, and him scared to talk to me. I placed my hands on my hips, like my mother used to.

Something I'd come to know from experience with the supposedly 'evil' entity is that an over aggressive hand would only be bitten. He wouldn't listen to yelling or mindless punishment, there had to be an incentive, like telling him my concerns or how he made me feel. I don't like yelling at him anyways, he could easily kill me if I said something remotely out of turn and I never wanted to make him hate me.

He was like a child, but he was my clown all the same.

"Please say something. I'm not mad at you, I know you didn't mean to be so loud. So don't look so upset," I'm not one with words, but I do know what he needs to hear if he feels threatened. He was still just staring at me, a smirk on his lips and his eyes full of surprise, like glittery black gems in the light from the fireplace. The only reason I ever ran it was because he was constantly in a state of freezing me with his skin in this cold spell. It helped when we cuddled on my couch under a nice toasty blanket, usually turning a little too heated with our touching and groping.

He finally stood up, a welcome interruption from the thought of me making him uncomfortable from just standing there. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. I'll be quiet, I promise," he almost seemed bashful, or embarrassed, but I knew he was just the awkward entity I fell in love with three whole years ago.

My eyes widened. Exactly three years ago. Today was December 15, our three year anniversary, the calendar on the fridge telling me so.

No work.

No distractions.

Just him and me.

I can't believe I'd forgotten our anniversary, after making a promise to make him pancakes and my mother's recipe for ambrosia salad. He loved my mother like his own, and the feeling was mutual. With her constantly checking up on him and asking him to take her places, to even going on power walks every couple of days so she could show him off to her friends at the coffee shop. Her genius daughters fiance who she loved like a son, so lucky of me to find someone so handsome and charming. A real prince character around them, more like a spoiled dog for me.

He came closer, resting his chin of my head as he caged me in with his lanky arms.

"You forgot again, huh?" a rhetorical question answered by me slightly nodding my head, his chin scratching the top of my head. I backed away and placed a peck on the tip of his button of a nose. "Sorry, I always do. I even wrote it on the fridge! It might just be my tired little poo brain," I lamented, I really was sorry, like the other times before. I could remember his birthday, his favorite color, his favorite foods, how he confessed, where we met, even how the weather was that day.

Jack and I stood in the middle of my living room, holding each other and inhaling the others familiar scent. Peppermint and pine trees. A heavenly combination.

"Hey, Siyun?" Jack released me, holding me by the shoulders, "I made you something." He let go and sat back down cross legged in the spot I found him in. Next to him was a small box, wrapped in brown paper, and a little blue ribbon tied across it. I joined him on the floor, and he placed it in front of my crossed legs. I gently opened it, not wanting to ruin the work I know he had done to wrap it so nicely, and gasped at what was inside.

It was a ring. Beautiful gold band with a single diamond embedded into it. Tears welled in my eyes as I slipped it out of the velvet it was stuffed in. I noticed what was engraved on the inside of the band, 'ngọt hơn kẹo,' which meant 'sweeter than candy,' in Vietnamese. One of the first things I'd taught him after he'd met my family. Of course he'd had a hard time picking up on the pronunciation and inflection of my language to even say, "hello" or "goodbye," it was so sweet every time he practiced as we laid in bed together late at night.

It's safe to say I was feeling a little emotional from this. I knew it was coming, I just didn't know so soon. Considering how I'd found out his actual job last year, him finally confessing to being a supernatural being and murderer, saying he had put it behind him and me spending an incredibly long time avoiding him and being uncomfortable around him. After I'd finally wrapped my head around why he did it, and accepting that he'd changed, we'd re-entered our honeymoon phase of the relationship, not being able to get enough of each other after the long break, doing the horizontal (and sometimes vertical) dance all over my apartment and even in my parents house when we house sat. Once opting to f*ck in a Wendy's bathroom instead of keeping our hands to ourselves and going home. That was uncomfortable.

I put that ring right on my ring finger, a smile on my lips and tears in my eyes as I lunged for Jack. I placed kisses all along his jaw leading to his cheeks and forehead and finally giving a deep kiss to his lips. He was grinning ear to ear when I ceased the action.

"Jack, I'll spend the rest of my life with you! Until diapers! And mental deterioration!" I was on a happy high, the serotonin rushing to my brain and spreading to my body, leaving me breathless and buzzing.

"Me too, Siyun, I want to marry you. Whether it be spiritually or on paper, I don't care! Lets get married, my pfefferminz!" He brought me back in for teeth gnashing kiss, the clack making my head vibrate. I was dizzy.

"Okay, candyman, how about we spend our anniversary like last year?" I made the suggestion, knowing full well I would be cuddling with him until 7 am and then f*ck all over our room until either hunger or sleep came over us.

And so we did.

--

"Ah! Oh God Jacky!" I ground on his c*ck as he thrust up into me, a light slapping sound emanating from our bedroom.

Tried and true I had awoken at around 7:45 am and cuddled into him as the sun rose through the cold morning. My leg over his hips had told me about his raging hard-on poking the underside of my knee. Every shift had him groaning in his sleep. So, I decided to take care of it. I was wet enough that it wouldn't hurt to slide onto him, and theory proved correct as I slid to the hilt. He woke up with a jolt, accidentally thrusting up into me, earning a gasp and a whimper from my groggy self. He knew exactly what was happening. Things heated up as I ground down onto him, the 7" he offered leaving nothing untouched inside me.

He snapped his hips up harder and harder, not giving me a second to ground myself as I was bounced up and down with each movement. My hands went to his shoulders as he re-positioned himself to sit up with me in his lap, the mutual pleasure spiking as we ground into each other.

"A-Ahn! Oh f*ck, Jack- too m-much!" My vision was getting blurry and My back arched from how his tip kissed my cervix, it seemingly sucking him in even deeper, beckoning him to go deeper inside me, to milk him dry. "Mmmfff*ck," it was too much, and that was made clear as my body went completely limp, the org*sm ripping through me, causing me to tense and release as I came hard on his thick c*ck.

He didn't stop.

In fact, he did more damage.

His thumb brought itself to my cl*t and he rubbed it roughly, his c*ck still pounding into me. "Nngh, Siyu! Baby give me one more, please, c*m for me one more time honey, please peppermint I know you can do it," he was praising me while rubbing my puffy cl*t, easing me into the over stimulation I was feeling. So I did as told.

I came the second time this morning, hard.

It was overpowering as I trembled and twitched, no sound released except the strangled cry from my lips, "Uuuu- guh! Aaaaaahhhn!"

My p*ssy ached, cl*t rubbed raw and insides fully stretched. But he didn't stop.

He picked the pace back up slowly, easing in and out of my dripping c*nt, my c*m acting as an extra lubricant for him to abuse my hole.

He laid me on my back, missionary style, and threw one leg over his shoulder. He pumped in and out twice, them slammed back inside, rough handling my cervix with the tip of his hard c*ck. It was bliss, I was c*ck drunk and practically begging for more.

He delivered.

He was f*cking into me like an animal, each snap of his hips burying his d*ck deeper, his pubic bone digging into my pearl and causing me to see stars and birds. "Mmmh hah, oh f*ck, Jack, please, I can't!" I pleaded with him to stop, even though I truly didn't want him to, I wanted him to keep f*cking me until I was full. I wanted to be stuffed and satisfied, leave me limping for days, his c*m dripping out of me.

My wish was granted as he gave one last thrust, spilling his hot seed directly into me, the feeling was bliss, like a heat pack on my lower stomach, or a swig of whiskey. I came for the third time this morning, tensing as I reached for him, clinging to his neck and raking my nails on his shoulders.

"M- nn," He gave a couple grunts, erratic thrusts, and a love bite to my inner thigh. I felt a searing heat enter me, and he thrust hard, like trying push it deeper inside me.

We laid there panting and breathless, coming down from the high of s*x. "I love you, Siyun Le," he gasped out between breaths, draping an arm across my torso, my shirt ridden up to my chest. I shivered at the warmth of his touch, but still managed to scoot over so I was cuddled up in the crook of his neck. I smiled, "I love you too, loving Jack Le."

Fin.

[retvenkos]

to dance among the stars | c.b.

Bridgerton - Colin Bridgerton x Fem!Reader, fluff requested by @musicallisto

tw: talk of marriage

word count: 1.4k

prompt: “Dance with me?”

A/N: I started writing.... forgot i had a prompt to fit in... decided to just keep going and hope for the best.  i feel like that meme “it’s not much, but it’s honest work.”

Summary: (Y/n) hated dances and balls, but if there was anyone who could change their mind, it would be Colin Bridgerton.

(Y/n) laughed into the clear night air, throwing her head back in blissful happiness, unaware of the way that Colin Bridgerton looked at her - as though his whole life was in her smile. A clement wind greeted the two on their stroll, allowing the music from the nearby ball to drift toward them, a sound much more soft and inviting now that there was distance between the two and the dance floor.

“You, Colin, will be the death of me,” (Y/n) said, her words like a happy sigh, a gentle ending to her enjoyment of his presence.

“The death of you? I thought I heroically saved you from having to entertain suitors all evening,” he teased, straightening his jacket dramatically, as though they were in one of (Y/n)’s novels - the kind with epic romances and gruesome battles. (Y/n) scoffed, swatting him on the shoulder. “I am your knight in shining armor, aren’t I?”

“Well, yes—” Colin chuckled, earning a smile “—but I saved you from your mother. She’s been looking for a project now that Daphne’s entertaining the prince, is she not?”

“My mother is always looking for something.” Colin rolled his eyes. “I’m sure I won’t be properly saved until I marry some girl from the ton.”

“Oh.” Colin’s words ushered in an awkward lapse of silence that had both of them turning away from each other, taking a sudden interest in their shoes. They slowed their walk to a stop, and the breeze drifted between them, as though pushing them apart.

It was silly that something like a wayward comment could reduce them to silence, but the future lay within that statement - a future fast approaching and terrifying in its weight. The ton was designed for marriage. Here, at these balls and parties, both of them were supposed to find someone to marry - to bind themselves to another for the rest of their lives.

Another couple walked past the two and (Y/n) watched them go, disappearing into the evening - perhaps to dance among the stars.

“Well... is there someone who’s caught your eye?” (Y/n) fidgeted with her gloves as she spoke, not entirely sure she wanted to hear the answer. Colin had always been a flirt, and his romantic tendencies had always been something (Y/n) both admired and teased, and yet to know if his heart truly lied with one of them was the very thing she wanted least. Being out here with Colin - away from everyone else and anything that might stand between them - was the only thing that made the ton worthwhile. All else paled in comparison to these moments seemingly stolen from the flow of time, where they were two souls together, walking the same path for a brief while, hearts close enough to touch.

To have them be taken away would be too much of a heartache. Worse than anything she could fathom.

Colin looked at (Y/n) with his brow furrowed. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, (Y/n) took hold of the conversation once more.

“Perhaps Marina Thompson? She was quite popular before she fell ill. Will you be the one to ask for her hand, at the end of the season?”

“Miss Thompson is a fine girl, but... no.” (Y/n) looked up abruptly and met Colin’s blinking stare. Even when baffled there was something light about him - kind and caring - it tugged on her heart more than she cared to admit. “I would much rather wait than make a hasty match.”

“Hasty?” (Y/n) stifled a laugh, the mature word - not at all like the Colin she knew - bringing humor back into the conversation. Colin was forcing down a blush, his cheeks warming in color, like roses beneath his skin.

“I just mean I want to love my wife before we get married, instead of having to force feelings after the fact.”

(Y/n) smiled, taking a step closer to lock arms with Colin once more. “I hope you get to.”

The two resumed their walk, never going too far from the festivities to be considered improper, but managing to stay well away from anyone else. Colin admired the way that (Y/n) looked under the night sky - her beauty something wholly unique to her, and yet perfectly matched to the darkening sky. In the light of her eyes lay all the beauty of the cosmos, and in her smile lay all the thrills of the world. All the universe was captured in her essence, and Colin knew that all of his longing for travel could be satiated with a single touch; a kiss from (Y/n) could carry all of the wonders of the world, and no matter how many times he visited her touch, he would never lose his wanderlust.

(Y/n) fixed him with a look, as though they could sense that his thoughts rested with them.

Colin cleared his throat. It was one thing to care for (Y/n) - it was quite another to admit he had fallen in love. “What about you? Surely you’ve found a suitor who is the least bit exciting?”

“They think themselves exciting, if that is answer enough,” (Y/n) sighed, looking at Colin through the corner of her eye. “But truly Colin, having to entertain them is the worst part about these dances.”

"Even worse than dancing? I know you avoid getting out on the floor like it’s the plague.”

“Because when you’re on the dance floor, you’re trapped! That’s when entertaining suitors is at its worst.” Colin chuckled at (Y/n)’s words. “If I had a choice, I would come to these balls and the only man I would dance with is you.”

“Me?”

(Y/n) nodded.

Colin paused and they drew to a halt so he could better marvel at the woman before him. “If you had your choice in the matter, wouldn’t you rather avoid the dance floor altogether?” 

“No,” (Y/n) said, dipping her head with a look that said she had spoken too much but was too fond of what she said, and not keen on taking it back. “I suppose I would like to dance with you.”

You’d dance with me?”

(Y/n) scoffed. “Well, I know you enjoy it.” 

And around them, the world was hushed. The voices and sounds of the nearby ball were drowned out by the thumping of their hearts. Colin looked at (Y/n) and saw them so clearly, he was almost taken aback. How could one be so beautiful that their existence shamed a sky full of stars?

“Dance with me, then?”

He spoke before he acted, but it wasn’t long before his hand was outstretched, waiting for (Y/n) to take it.

“Right here?” But her hand was already resting in his, her smile bright and warm. "There's no music."

"Then come a few steps this way." Colin pulled her a few paces closer to the ball. (Y/n) chuckled as Colin tugged on her arm, guiding them nearer. He put a finger on his lips to shush her, causing (Y/n) to roll her eyes, smiling all the while. The soft lilt of music was slightly louder, here, but still distant enough that they had to be silent to hear the beat. Colin took a step closer, and although there were still enough space between them and enough bystanders around for their actions to be considered proper, there was an intimacy in the moment to make (Y/n)’s cheeks heat up.

"Is it loud enough for you to hear?” Colin whispered.

"It's perfect."

Adjusting his hand in hers, Colin led (Y/n) into a dance, smiling at her in a way that could only be described as lovestruck. His entire being was in awe of her as they spun around each other, like the moon in orbit of the earth. There was something heavenly in (Y/n)’s eyes, and when the song ended, the light in them did not fade.

“I love you,” Colin breathed, the words falling out of his mouth before he had the time to realize he had said them. It was the purest of admissions, one he hadn’t planned or even dreamed of admitting until the very moment he said it. “I-I love you,” he repeated, as though he needed to affirm the truth.

“Colin, I love you, too.” And all the world was in their smile, once again, all of the universe seemingly wrapped up in their blissful words. 

Colin let out a laugh that was almost a joyful sigh, and in his eyes were stars - constellations that burned brighter than the sun. He took (Y/n)’s gloved hand and kissed it, wishing it could be something more.

“Perhaps you will dance with me more often, then.”

“At every ball we attend.”

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