#that cute little bear needs the recognition damn it

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

The rest of the world in the last couple of weeks: "The Princess and the Frog was the last 2D film Disney had ever made before switching to 3D animation."

Me: "Winnie the Pooh (2011) deserves more respect than this WTF."

[nat-20s]

for @jonmartinweek day 8! (which I definitely realized was happening and for sure did not forget lmao). The prompt was free day/au, so I picked my own theme of “pets”. The last few fics have been pretty loaded, so please enjoy some pure post canon (literal and figurative) fluff

~*~

“I can’t believe I married a dog person.”

They weren’t even supposed to be in the shelter. They had made no plans to visit a shelter. However, as Jon has been learning over the course of the past couple years, a Martin not under duress and given free time outside will inevitably end up trying to befriend any living nonhuman creature in the immediate vicinity.

“I’m not a dog person.”

“The lapful of beagle puppy would indicate otherwise.”

“Just because I appreciate the company of a very good boy, yes you are, doesn’t mean I’m a dog person. Dog person implies I have a preference. I like cats equally as much as I like dogs. Unlike some of us, my heart is open to all manner of furry friends.”

“I don’t...hate dogs.”

“Uh-huh. Is that why you won’t pet Rufio here?”

“He’s nippy, I don’t trust him. And it’s just that dogs are A Lot. I find most of them a bit overwhelming. And needy.”

“Pff, that’s no excuse. You’ve been best friends with overwhelming, and you married needy.”

Martin lets out a distracted giggle as Rufio finally gets in a lick on his face. Okay, maybe it is a pretty adorable sight, but that’s hardly sufficient enough evidence to actually let such an energetic ball of fluff into their home. Still, it’s enough to convince Jon to sit down next to them, and give Rufio a very tentative scritch behind the ears. “I think we both qualify as the needy one in our relationship.”

“Pretty sure that’s called codependency. What would our therapist say?”

“She’d probably say that’s a bit harsh. And that we still need to work on our separation anxiety.”

“Hey, you know what helps with separation anxiety?”

“No.”

“A dog!”

“No!”

They get a dog. Their flat is decently sized and they both have steady incomes and enough free time between them to take proper care of her. They don’t get Rufio, but instead a 7 year old mutt named Daffodil who is, admittedly, the most gentle and sweet creature Jon’s ever met. They also get a cat, a rambunctious 2 year old tabby named Jack (“We can change the name.” “Jon! How dare you! Jack responds to his name, clearly he likes it!”) who had already decided Daffodil was his mom, and they couldn’t possibly bear not adopting them together.

~*~

“You know, we could get a tarantula.”

“Fuck off.”

“I’m serious! They’re not, like, evil in this universe, and some of them have cutest little pink toesie woesies.”

“You’re not serious, you’re being a bastard, and I hate you.”

Martin wraps his arms around Jon’s waist and presses a kiss to the side of his face, which Jon gives a half-hearted swat at, because, again, the man’s being a bastard. Stubbornly ignoring Jon’s pout, Martin presses his cheek to the top of Jon’s head, cheerfully replying, “I’m fine with that, as long as you promise to hate me for the rest of our lives.”

“Well, I certainly can’t make that promise. I won’t even hate you ten seconds from now. I suppose you’ll have to settle for love instead.”

“Hmm. Deal.”

“We’re still not getting a fucking tarantula.”

They do not get a tarantula. Their home remains admirably spider free.

~*~

Martin’s gasp is loud enough to echo, and Jon can feel him begin to vibrate next to him. The excitement is perplexing at first, they’ve been to this bookstore dozens of times, and it’s never elicited this sort of response. Then Jon looks over to the front counter, where a medium-sized cage and a “For adoption” sign have been put on display. With a wild, jubilant glee, Martin asks, “Sonja! Are those baby. Dumbo. Rats?!”

“Sure are! I’ve got a friend who’s a breeder, I take it you’re interested?”

“Yes, absolutely, 100%, we’re getting two immediately.”

“Well…”

Martin snaps his head over to look at Jon with a look of betrayal the likes of which Jon hasn’t seen since the panopticon. “Jonathan, no!”

“Um.”

“You can not tell me you you don’t like rats! Dumbo rats especially!”

“I…”

Ticking off on his fingers, Martin lists, “They’re adorable, they’re smart, they’re cleanly, they’re extremely empathetic, they’re tickilish, which is stupidly cute, they can be trained to use a litter box and do tricks, they’re snuggly and playful and perfect! They’re all the good parts of dogs combined with the best parts of cats in one tiny portable package! Look at their little ears, that are like that because of a slight difference in skull shape that has no negative health effects! Plus, we can set them up in the project room, since Captain Jack isn’t allowed in there anyway. How can you dislike rats?”

“I don’t know! They just sort of..freak me out. Or not all of them, just their feet. I don’t like their little man hands.”

Martin throws his arms in the air, proclaiming, “Their little man hands are one of their best qualities! Look, Jon, are you genuinely afraid of them, or just slightly discomfited?”

“I would say mediumly discomfited. This isn’t like spiders.”

“Cool. ‘Cause in that case, we’re getting the light tan one and the solid white one, their names shall be Peaches and Cream, and you will love them as much as you love our dog and cat children.”

“That’s a rather bold claim.”

“It’s an accurate one. You’ll see.”

Within a week, Jon is transporting Peaches ‘n’ Cream in the pocket of his hoodie, and he can feel Martin’s smug aura from two rooms away. Damn him.

~*~

“Did you know snakes don’t have an amygdala?”

“Okay? You didn’t have to bring me to a reptile store to tell me that.”

“I didn’t bring you to a reptile store to tell you that. I brought you to a reptile store because I want to hold a cornsnake.”

Jon rolls his eyes, but the fondness in his voice somewhat undercuts it. “Of course you do.”

Martin makes a scaly acquaintance in less than two minutes, and as the snake coils around his fingers, he continues, “Anyway, if they don’t have amygladas, do they feel fear in a way similar to us, or is it only a recognition of threats and instinctual response?”

“Martin, my love, I have no idea. Is this going somewhere? It’s fine if not, I’m just checking in.”

“Yes. Because if they don’t feel fear, I’m getting this snake and naming her Georgie.”

That makes Jon let out a sharp bark of laugh, and, for a moment, he’s able to reminisce without any pain. “You know, I think she’d actually love that? She also had a proclivity for all creatures great and small. And a terrible sense of humor.”

“Wow, you really have a type, huh. Also hey! My sense of humor is fantastic! It always makes my husband laugh, and he has very exacting standards.”

“Liar. Your husband finds joy with you at the slightest provocation, no good sense of humor needed.”

“Hmm. He is a bit of a softie, isn’t he? Which is why he’ll let me get this snake.”

“He most certainly will not.”

“But….look at her….”

“It’s not a matter of how cute she is, dear. It’s a matter of you made us get pet rats less than a month ago, there’s absolutely no way you’re going to be able to feed mice to a snake.”

Martin looks at the cornsnake, looks at Jon, looks back, and his shoulders slump. With a wince, he asks, “Maybe frozen mice won’t be too bad?”

“What if she’s picky?”

“...There are species of snake that only eat bugs.”

“Cornsnakes aren’t one of them.”

Waving over an assistant, Martin puts the cornsnake back with a defeated, “Fine. When you’re right, you’re right.”

Jon doesn’t particularly feel like he’s won an argument. In fact, he’s a bit disappointed himself, he always liked snakes. Big fan of reptiles in general, actually, which is probably what drives him to say, “Lizards don’t usually eat mice.”

That’s how they walk out of the store with three leopard geckos.

~*~

Jon’s helping Martin set up the gecko tank in what can now be affectionately called a zoo when all of the sudden it strikes him. Some of the animals in their home right now have life spans of 10-20 years, and never once had the necessary longevity of care come up as a reason to protest against them. Jon had felt so at ease with the concept of a future that he hadn’t even thought about it, hadn’t been steeling himself for the other shoe to drop. He’s stopped having bated breath every time something good happens, instead taking reassurance in a sense of permanence that he wasn’t sure he’d ever feel again. Martin must hear his breath hitch, because he immediately stops what he’s doing to take Jon’s hand into his own. “Something wrong, love?”

Jon shakes his head. “No, nothing. I suppose I’m realizing that we have time, don’t we?”

Martin must know exactly what he means, the weight behind the words, because he brings Jon’s hand to his lips and says, “Yes. Yes, we really, really do.”

[love-amihan]

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CRUSH // INUMAKI TOGE

amihan's note: oh god this is so embarrassing, some of this may or may have not how i acted towards my crush, out here exposing myself- bear with my humiliations i bought upon myself, happy reading!

summary: modern au wherein you have this crush on inumaki toge and you cannot function right whenever he's around. what can i say? he just takes away your words with his mere existence 🥴✋

crush!toge x gn!reader

the first time you noticed him was when he accidentally bumped to you yes it's cliche i know shhh

your friend happen to know him! would you look at that, luck's on your side

but it was a mistake asking your friend, yuta

he won't stop teasing you whenever toge's around

saw him passing by? yuta pokes your side and starts calling for toge, "toge c'mere!" then off you go to 'meet' your teacher to talk about that non-existent project you were gonna have.

your actions didn't go unnoticed by toge

he even joins yuta for the fun of it

oh you're having a good day? let's ruin that and make you humiliate yourself:

you inform your friends that you're having a great time so far, currently munching on your food happily.

all the stress gone along with the projects and homework that was piled up. until yuta thought it would be fun to ruin your streak.

he apparently just so happen to tell toge, out of all people, that it's alright to have lunch on your table.

surprise, surprise, the only available seat was beside you. "you little shit" you glare at yuta sitting across you who have the biggest smile on his face.

you gulp nervously as toge takes the seat beside you, "hey, i hope you don't mind" his soft voice making you feel fuzzy inside, oh that dreamy voice of his.

yuta gets all giddy, he chuckles at your state. he really thinks this will be the good time to introduce you, like c'mon you haven't even got time to fix yourself properly!

you're still recovering from the all-nighters you pulled. "i'm sure y/n is more than okay to have you here~"

yuta gestures to you, "l/n y/n, inumaki toge" toge turns to you smiling sweetly, "nice to meet you" he holds out a hand.

your throat becomes dry, looking back at him, trying not to look away because goddamn he looks good, who gave him the right?!

you snap out of your daze when you hear yuta's snickers, you feel heat rushing up your cheeks.

subtly rubbing your sweaty palm on your uniform before shaking his hand, "y-yeah, nice to meet you."

you mentally slap yourself for stuttering, quickly letting go of his hand and going back to your food. doing your best to pretend your crush is not beside you also eating his lunch.

after that faithful day, toge never fails to tease you with your little crush on him

oh did i forget to mention he's your classmate?

on top of that, you didn't even know how it ended up with having him as your seatmate

you can't help but give him side glances whenever the lesson starts

he will always catch your eyes on him making him smirk a little

one time, he straight up turns to face you staring right into your eyes small smile on his face, you squeak turning your head to the side quickly. you hear him chuckle at this before going back to writing down his notes.

if you're wearing glasses;

he playfully flirts with you if the teacher gives you a little break. he will nonchalantly pull your glasses off your face and try it on.

"woah, kinda high but not so far from mine" he said while scrunching his nose cutely. let's just say he wears contacts

he cocks a brow at you still wearing your glasses, "you think i suit this frame?" you nod your head hesitantly, looking away, face feeling hot.

"need my glasses please," you manage to mumble out. he chuckles nevertheless giving your glasses back.

there's this event on your school wherein toge was pulled from the sea of students

making him the center of attention, it was the usual event that the school hold every year wherein they teach you about relationships and such.

"what about you, young man?" the host points at toge's direction after giving a heartfelt speech about relationships.

"come and join me," your eyes zeroes on toge as he stands beside the host hands on his back, looking all polite and kind.

"anyone you fancy in these school?" the host puts his mic in front of toge gesturing at the crowd, toge smiles after getting the question.

"yes," a simple answer that have you a little disappointed because damn you're wishing that's you.

the host's smile gets wider, "oh we have a lucky one, such a fine handsome young man they would have."

the host continues the event letting toge go back to his seat after the little interview.

'indeed, lucky them' you thought to youself.

however, before toge could sit down. his eyes locks with yours, your breath hitch and busy yourself with your id looking at it like it's the first time you've seen it. yuta laughs at your crisis and shakes his head "you're hopeless."

yuta most likely forced you to have the courage to hit that follow button

you know what happened next? only a few seconds passed, he already accepts your follow request

of course, you come and check his profile right after

there's also that day when you encourage yuta to send a message to his crush

but yuta got an idea of making this fair for the both of you

he really likes the idea of you and toge working out

this is a great opportunity to push you towards him

he tells you to send a message to toge, so that it would be equal for you two

how stupid of you to agree with this boy

as soon as you hit send, you toss your phone to yuta wanting the floor to open up and just fall down on the bottomless pit

yuta gasp loudly seeing the response

he smacks your stomach which was closest in his reach and shoves your phone to your face, laughing loudly.

you: hey, i just wanna tell you that you're really smart and i can't help but also admire your pretty handwriting :>>

inumaki.mp3: oh thank you, thought you would compliment my face considering you stare more to it ;DD

your mouth hangs open looking back to yuta who's still laughing

to say that you're embarrassed and not wanting to exist right at this moment would be an understatement

last embarrassment for this headcanon

yuta just loves messing with you

there's this sports event in school wherein lots of students gets a chance to have an excuse to take picture with their crush if u're from philippines u know the feels

yuta takes this chance to get you one, of course he's that great of a friend like that

a little context for this, there's this kind of like a party for the students to enjoy after the long sports week that happened. with deejay and all plus the loud music blasting! -well our school provides one i dunno bout urs-

toge's sweating slightly after getting out of the crowd, still laughing from the little showdown they had in the center of the little crowd his friends gathered.

this day of the sports week is definitely his favorite part, his friends pats his back as they shout to each other over the loud music.

staying back where it's more calm and less people compare up in front where the students are jumping up and down restless.

yuta happen to pull you out just in time of finding toge with his friends chatting. he grins at you, you look back at him scared not knowing what's going on.

he drags you to where toge's group are standing, once you arrive you bite your bottom lip eyes widening after seeing toge.

you begin to turn on your heel and just straight up ditch yuta, however, luck's not on your side today. "togeee~!" yuta shouted patting his shoulder.

toge turns and sees yuta, smile still on his face. his eyes widens in recognition, "oh yuta!" he nod at him.

he moves his gaze to your back seeing you're about to flee the scene. yuta pulls you back making you face toge, "you remember them right?" toge nods giving you a smile.

you quickly look away, palms already sweating. your mind working on how to kill yuta in so many possible ways, "they wanna take picture with you, if that's alright?" yuta asked waving his phone, your plan scratching to killing him right now.

before toge could reply, his group of friends notices the little interaction and teases him.

"oh what do we have here?" nobara looks at the scene with a knowing smile, yuta pushes you to stand beside toge readying his camera.

yuji whistles seeing you two together, "c'mon~ put your arm around them!" yuji ushers, as toge's friend cheers in the background.

toge looks at you, his smile comforting you before wrapping an arm around your shoulder. you inhale deeply from your nose, trying to calm down yourself.

"smile for the camera!" yuta shouted having fun with this as he clicks away on his phone capturing every moment. yep, you're definitely gonna kill him later.

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[telli1206]

(Per our discussion 😘) It's summer, but Carlos tends to layer up. He falls asleep after a long day out while Jay's in the shower or something, so Jay decides to tuck him in like that and go to bed, but then Carlos starts getting wiggly b/c he's way overheated btwn. his clothes, the blankets, and Jay being a human furnace, so Jay tries to wake him up to get him to strip down so they can both be in peace, but Carlos doesn't wake up and Jay thinks he's faking, so he starts to help things along. 😉

Finally getting the inspo to write this one @hersilentlanguage​, so I hope it was worth the wait 😁

WARNING: Mild smut with sexual implications

Jay grunts and jolts suddenly from the feel of a sharp pain under his arm. He blinks furiously to coax the sleep out of his eyes, the fog in his brain too deep to even register what’s happening.

Not that he really needs to, he kind of already knows what’s going on. It’s always the same person who’s to blame for his shittiest nights of sleep.

Jay should be angry. Fuck, he has every right to be. Is there anything worse than being ripped from a deep sleep by a physical attack? He can’t think of anything. Still, he just sighs and rubs at his side. If he didn’t love the boy so damn much, there’d be nothing stopping him from grabbing him and just chucking him off the bed. And yet...

Auradon may have made him soft, just a little bit. But he’s pretty sure Carlos Oscar De Vil was already well on his way to turning Jay into a teddy bear anyway.

He reaches for the culprit of his pain, managing to curl his fingers around a sock-covered foot before another jab has him wincing and scooting back, positioning himself away from another attack.

“Fuck, ‘Los,” he moans, still gripping tightly to his boyfriend’s foot. “You can be a little shit, you know that?”

Carlos starts to mumble unintelligibly, his nose scrunching adorably as the utter nonsensicals spill from his lips. He’s moving as he tries to talk, his body shifting and wriggling it’s way up the bed, jerking out of Jay’s grasp. He kicks up Jay’s side, bit by bit, scurrying his lithe body upwards until it lands flat and flush against their headboard.

Jay sighs, watching as Carlos finally settles just above his head. His new position on the hard wood of their headboard looks terribly uncomfortable, and Carlos must subconsciously agree as he clearly continues to squirm, batting Jay repeatedly on top of his head with the billow of his sleeve in the process.

“Carlos!” Jay tries again, his voice hushed but firm. He grabs at the sleeve in his face and tugs, but Carlos simply rolls the other way, pressing his body onto the wood with a discontented hum.

Jay huffs as he props himself up on his forearms and turns fully to face Carlos. His plans of going to sleep at the moment have gone to shit, so he may as well try to get Carlos situated again. His best shot at a proper night’s sleep anyway is when he’s wrapped around his favorite warm body, his face pressed into Carlos’ soft expanse of white curls.

So he’s doing this for both of them, really.

Jay carefully snakes an arm under Carlos, moving slowly to keep from jostling him too much and potentially waking him. Once he can reach, he wraps both arms around Carlos and pulls him into his chest, holding him tightly and remaining as motionless as possible, hopeful that the few movements aren’t enough to cause him to stir.

To Jay’s surprise, Carlos hardly startles. Actually, he hardly moves at all. Definitely not what he expected.

He decides to loosen his grip to check on Carlos, and Carlos surprises Jay again by spinning slowly to face him. Though his eyes are pinched closed, Jay can still hear his soft mumblings, coming and going lightly with each breath.

“‘Los?” Jay leans in closer, pressing their foreheads together as he tries to focus on his boyfriend’s words.

Carlos moans at the contact and pushes in even closer so they’re practically cheek to cheek. He’s slick with sweat, and Jay can feel the dampness and heat radiating off of him. Jay reaches over to cup Carlos’ cheek, running his fingers gingerly over the moist skin.

“Fuck, I’m sorry pup,” he sighs, pulling back. “I shouldn’t have let you sleep in all this shit. It’s way too hot.” He thumbs at the zipper of Carlos’ hoodie with one hand while his other moves to Carlos’ head, gently pushing his red beanie back until it slides off and drops behind them and onto the floor.

Despite today being sunny and warm, Carlos had opted to layer up his clothing as usual, throwing Jay’s hoodie and beanie on over his shorts and t-shirt. It’s a habit that Carlos just can’t seem to shake. But, after years of Carlos feeling that he needs to hide...both his imperfections and his existence as a whole, no one had really expected for him to change that overnight.

Besides, Jay is more than happy to see Carlos wearing his clothes. He doesn’t want to look possessive, but, he really is. Especially when it comes to Carlos. He’s been dying to claim the cute freckled boy since they met, and it finally feels safe, normal even, to do that in Auradon. So he’ll gladly take every chance he can get to show that Carlos is...well...his.

It’s not like anyone is complaining about it anyway. Carlos is fucking adorable when he’s in clothes that are too big for him. That’s just common knowledge.

Still, Carlos overdid it with the layers today. And Jay scolds himself for being a lazy boyfriend and just dropping Carlos in bed to sleep instead of helping him change first into something less...suffocating.

He’s definitely paying for that choice now.

Carlos gasps when the beanie falls away and exposes his head to the cool air of their room. He tips his head back to shake out his matted down curls, relaxing back into Jay with a sigh of relief and resting his head on Jay’s shoulder.

“Does that feel good, pup? Do you want me to take off a little more? Cool you off?”

Jay reaches for Carlos’ zipper again, dragging it down slowly just an inch or so and then stops, waiting for Carlos’ reaction.

“Just say ‘yes’ or ‘no.’ Whatever you want I’ll do it. I just wanna help you sleep.”

Carlos is quiet, his head unmoving from Jay’s shoulder. Jay breathes soft and shallow, his hand still frozen at Carlos’ zipper as he listens for any type of response from him. But the silence hangs in the air for over a minute, and Jay is starting to wonder exactly how deeply his boyfriend may be sleeping.

Finally, Carlos starts to shift, moving his hips slightly to bring his body even closer to Jay’s. He drapes a leg across Jay’s waist as he tilts his head up to bring his lips to Jay’s ear. He doesn’t speak, instead choosing to kiss his way down the shell of Jay’s ear, stopping only to tug at Jay’s lobe with his teeth.

“Pupppp,” he moans, biting down hard on his lip to muffle the sound. His hands fly to Carlos’ hips, squeezing tightly as Carlos’ kissing continues its way down his jaw to his neck.

“I didn’t think undressing you would get you in the mood that easy, but I’m not gonna complain,” Jay chuckles. But his laughter fades away with his breath when Carlos bites down on the junction of his neck and starts to suck at his most sensitive spot.

Jay chokes, his mind numbing with pleasure as he starts to fumble for Carlos’ hoodie again, this time grabbing the zipper roughly and ripping it down. Carlos is still latched to his neck as he pushes the sleeves down, quickly freeing Carlos of his hoodie and dropping it to the floor to join his beanie.

When Carlos’ mouth finally detaches from Jay, he takes the opportunity to dip down and kiss over Carlos’ collarbone, letting his hands glide down Carlo’s t-shirt as he does so. When he reaches the bottom he hooks his fingers under the hem, pulling away for only a second to tug it over Carlos’ head and toss it aside.

Carlos hums his approval, his eyes still closed but his mouth spread wide in his most pleased smile. He looks utterly content when Jay starts to kiss fervently over the newly exposed freckled skin of Carlos’ chest, flushed and warm under his lips.

Jay smiles against Carlos’ shuddered breaths, his body responding almost desperately for more of Jay’s touch. And Jay is eager to please. He kisses his way down Carlos’ stomach, reaching for the button of his shorts as his mouth descends closer. Within seconds he has them unbuttoned and unzipped, and they’re off and on the ground before Carlos can react.

Not that he would. He’s already distracted himself with the skin of Jay’s neck, scraping his teeth along it and mouthing lightly at Jay’s pulse.

Jay is encouraged further by Carlos’ moans, hot and tingly against his skin. He snakes both of his hands down the back of Carlos’ boxers, grazing along skin that’s too soft, and feels too delicious against his own. He stops to  playfully squeeze at firm cheeks, as perfect and perky as he’s ever had the pleasure of touching. He peppers kisses at Carlos’ shoulder, massaging tenderly with his hands before lifting his arms to slide the material down--

“Uh. Um. J-Jay?”

Jay stills in his movements. “Yeah, Pup?”

He shifts backwards, his eyes searching for Carlos’ in the dim twilight. But when their gazes meet, Jay can feel guilt pooling in his gut.

Carlos’ eyes are wide...confused. There’s no recognition in his features at all, no indication left of the passion he and Jay were engaging in just moments ago. Jay releases his grip when he feels Carlos start to squirm, sliding his hands out of Carlos’ boxers and urging some space between their bodies.

“Are we...is th-this...”

Jay winces at the uncertainty in Carlos’ tone. His brow furrows, unable to hide his worry.

“Shit ‘Los, I’m sorry. I thought you were...I thought we were...were you not, into it? Evil, if I did something you didn’t want, I swear I didn’t mean to-”

Carlos puts a finger to Jay’s lips to end his ramblings. Jay complies, laying silent as he stares into Carlos’ deep brown eyes. They’re more alert now, but laced with softness, and they stare back at Jay with an intensity that’s making his heart constrict and his breath hitch. When the finger is dragged away from Jay’s lips, Carlos is quick to replace it with a tentative kiss, light and airy with barely a brush of contact.

“Jay.”

Jay opens his eyes, unsure as to when he even closed them. Carlos is smiling at him now, bright and toothy and so, so beautiful. Jay silently hopes his damn eyelids didn’t deny him of this for too long. Every single one of Carlos’ smiles is his favorite thing in the world.

“Jay,” Carlos repeats, brushing his fingers across Jay’s cheek. “Are you good now? I swear, you’re too damn sweet for your own good sometimes.”

Jay blinks and blinks, his face blank as tries to understand what he thinks he heard.

“Too...sweet?”

Carlos shakes his head and laughs. With a swing of his hips, he flips Jay onto his back and rolls on top of him. When Carlos sits up, he’s straddling Jay’s waist and looking into surprised eyes. He smirks and flicks a finger to Jay’s chin, snapping shut his slightly agape expression.

“I thought I was dreaming, Jay. That’s all. I know you’d never mean to do anything I didn’t want to. I’d never think that. You’re so good to me.”

Jay exhales, grinning up at Carlos, who leans in for another kiss.

“Ok, thanks pup. I-”

He’s cut off by Carlos squeezing his face and pressing a kiss down firmly onto his pursed lips.

“Besides,” he mumbles against Jay’s mouth, “Who the hell would complain about waking up to their dreams coming true?”

Carlos slips his hands underneath Jay’s shirt, splaying them out as he sits back upright with a cocky grin.

“Now, can you fill me in on what we were doing? Because I’d like to continue.”

[petri808]

And That’s How We Became a Legend...

Bakudeku alpha/omega fantasy AU written on Twitter based on this idea: I plan to clean it up and post it on AO3 later :)

Think of the story as an origin to the Bridegroom’s Oak.

The old alpha worn with time sat his grandpup on his knee. “Shall I tell you a bedtime story?”

“Yes!” The green-eyed child beamed brightly.

“Very well. Once upon a time...”

In his tiny village, Izuku Midoriya was just born to be unlucky in love. As a tiny male omega he was at the bottom of the marriage pool because alphas preferred buxom stock with firm child bearing hips, as they called it, so a skinny choice like him would never get chosen. He wasn’t ugly... many even called him cute with his curly green hair and bright emerald eyes. But cute didn’t guarantee a brood. Izuku was more fated to be a lonely servant or a whelping docent for another family. His poor mother could only look on in sadness at her sons pain.

So, by the time he’d reached adulthood, Izuku stayed mostly to himself on their small farm. Tending the crops his mother would sell to support them. During heat cycles, the lowly omega locked himself away and made due through the tears and desire he alone could soothe.

There was one thing he could do to bring himself some happiness. With little to no friends, the forest became his second refuge. When chores were completed, Izuku would wander the dense woodlands surrounding the village, or trek the nearby mountain and its hidden waterfall. He loved the peace and quiet even the remote and darkest areas because it wasn’t any worse than the loneliness he felt in his own home. There was always a chance of running into a wolf or other animal, but so far they stayed clear. Perhaps even predators thought he wasn’t worthy a kill or pitied the omega. Some say animals can sense such sullen energies. That’s okay, at least he could commune with his thoughts in these woods to the sounds of birds chirping or bullfrogs croaking.

Of all the areas he’d roamed, there was one particular tree he loved. An old oak tree, twisted and worn who’s trunk was so large Izuku couldn’t wrap his arms around it. The top branches melded with the canopy high above his head, and during spring and summer it’s leaves sheltered all that rested beneath it. He spent many a day resting at its base.

In its trunk was a deep hollow, weathered by time and the creatures that once created it. Perhaps a squirrel or woodpecker, who knew but the gods who watched over these forests. For Izuku, this hollow became a treasure chest where he could write about anything and hide away those words in a journal that only he would read. He poured his heart out into that notebook. All his pains and anguish, of forlornly outlooks, and heartaches desiring but one thing in this world... a family of his own. The omega in him wept to fulfill its purpose.

This journal allowed him to bury his sadness so when he went home he could put on a brave face for his mother. ‘I’ll be okay,’ Izuku would smile brightly at the woman. ‘I have you’ and I have my forest... fear of making her sad was the only thing keeping Izuku going.

Then one day in his eighteenth Spring, Izuku ventured out to his tree as he often would to vent. This season always left him saddened for it represented new beginnings and new life, something he believed he would never experience. But once he reached the tree, he immediately noticed something amiss. Izuku always tightly wrapped his journal in a thick bear skin to keep the weather from reaching it, and made sure it was pushed as far into the hollow too. But not only was it too close to the edge, the wrapping was messy as if re-bound hastily.

Izuku growled. People were so irritating! His refuge was violated and it left him feeling vulnerable. Now he would need to find a new hiding place! He pulled the journal out and inspected it to see if anything else was wrong with it. It better not be damaged! But his eyes zero in on a ripped piece of parchment that was folded and tucked into the first page of the notebook. The intruder had left him a note?! Why?! He unfolded it, eyes widening, and moisture gathering as he read the poorly written words someone had left behind.

‘Damn runt you sound like a mess, what the fuck happened after I left? If this is who I think it is and based on the simpering rambles and scent I think I’m right, be here at high noon each day so I can find you.’

The letter lowered in Izuku’s hand as he processed its contents. Who was this mystery person and why did they want to find him again? They seemed to know who he was just based off his words. He had vague memories of a possibility, but after all these years had chalked it up to an imaginary friend for a lonely three year-old. Plus it made little sense since a three year-old couldn’t write, so how would this stranger know he tended to talk a lot or ramble?! His brows furrowed, or it could be a trap. Slavers were not unknown in these parts, which was why only alphas tended to roam the woods or hunted. But Izuku wouldn’t make for a great prize either. This was certainly intriguing to say the least. The prospect of someone wanting him too good an opportunity to pass up. Though he was no fool.

The next day, Izuku trekked early to the tree and hid away in the brush. He wanted to see just who this stranger was, but if it was someone he didn’t recognize, he’d slip away again. As he waited, he wrote in his journal, chronicling the whole situation. His emotions, how the pangs of loneliness and longing for love fueled his curiosity as well as anxieties to sit there and unravel the mystery.

He hears the cracking of fallen branch litter and sure enough a form rounds the tree. Izuku’s heartbeat paused in recognition of the platinum blonde hair, and once the man turned to where he could see ruby red eyes glaring, he knew exactly who it was. His imaginary friend! But this was no child’s fantasy, for the virile male standing beside the tree was as real as the blood in Izuku’s veins flowing south.

“Come out,” the man commanded. “I can smell you.”

Izuku stepped out with the journal clutched to his chest and walked slowly towards the alpha.

“By the gods, you’re still as tiny as I remember,” the male snickered. “Do you even remember me?”

“I thought I’d made you up,” Izuku stammered.

The man came closer, grabbing the omega by the chin. “Oh, I’m very real.”

Izuku swallowed thickly, “what do you want from me?”

“What was promised,” the alpha responded. “You may be weak, but your scent was the only thing that calmed me as a child, so our mothers arranged for our betrothal at your 18th yr.”

Though a true statement, being called weak still upset Izuku. He pulled his face away from the alphas grip. “You need not pity me. I release you to choose a more suitable dame if you feel I am too weak.” Never mind the fact his mother has never mentioned him being betrothed!

“Tch! I don’t want another and your writings speak of family desire. What fool would refuse my offer to give them what they long for?!”

The tears well up in Izuku’s eyes. “I don’t even know your name.” And so many more questions ripple through his mind. Why hadn’t his mother said anything? Why had this man disappeared all this time? How did he even find him here?! Because this tree wasn’t even close to the village.

“You called me Kacchan cause you couldn’t say my name back then. But my family name is Bakugou.”

Izuku shook his head with all his thoughts and confusion. “Still, why wasn’t I told?!” He looked dead straight at the man, “and why’d you leave the village in the first place?!”

“Tch, fool, like I had a choice! I was five! This village is small so my parents moved to a bigger township with better opportunities.”

“But you could have kept in touch...” Tears now fall freely. “All my life I was so lonely. If I’d known you existed I would’ve had hope!”

“Look, I can’t help—“

“Don’t!” The omega roared cutting the alpha off. “So many nights I thought of ending my misery. How would you feel if you’d come back to find me dead?!”

The alpha snarled. “I can’t fucking change the past! Screwed up or not, at least I’m here now!”

But when the omega flinched and a flurry of fearful pheromones hit the alphas nose he stopped and took a deep inhale to calm himself. “Izuku, I’m here now, that’s all I can do to start things over. So, will you accept my proposal or not?”

Izuku hung his head, how could he say no?

To say no would mean throwing away the best chance he’s had for the life he’s craved. An opportunity to have a family, a sire for the pups he desired to bear. This alpha was a perfect specimen, and Izuku would be a fool to turn him down. But all his life, he’d only known disappointment. What if this turned out to be too good to be true? This alpha would take him away from all he’d known, granted he wasn’t happy there, but what of his mother? As a widower she had no one to care for her in old age. What if he couldn’t bear pups? Would this alpha cast him away for another? To go from loneliness to heartbreak? Which would be worse? And on top of that, he doesn’t know this man, or at least doesn’t remember much. The memories are vague, children playing, maybe some bullying, that’s all. He didn’t hate nor love him... yet.

But he could grow to love this alpha.

This Kacchan has a wondrous scent of spice and power brimming from within. He’ll produce fine pups for sure.

“Are you really sure you want me?” Izuku’s voice was meek and full of hesitation. “Nobody else has ever wanted me before.”

The alpha sighed. “Nobody makes me do what I don’t want to. I’m here by choice.”

“But look at me.” Izuku gestured at his body. “People say I won’t be able to carry a litter, I’m too small. You even called me weak. Why take a chance on me when surely you could find better?”

“Pfft, ignore these foolish villagers. In the larger cities I have seen many just like you do perfectly fine. Have produced perfect broods. These small-minded fools know not about such things and only believe in superstition. Give your answer now for I grow tired of this banter.”

After a brief pause, Izuku decided to accept his fate, whatever that may be. The alpha wanted him and only him. If in the end it doesn’t work out, at least he got to experience what he’d longed for, and that was better than never having to at all.

“Okay Kacchan. I accept.”

“Good. Then we shall pack up your things and travel to my home post haste. I’ve arranged for a horse and cart to transport everything, so you won’t need to return.”

“What of my mother? I-I cannot leave her alone.”

“She’ll come with us as a docent. You’ll need help to raise our pups.”

True to his word, the alpha took the Midoriya’s back to a sprawling estate located a four days journey away. The Bakugou clan had done well for itself in the fifteen years since they’d left the tiny remote village. On the property, the alphas parents lived in one home, a second was built for the young couple, while Izuku’s mother had a smaller one next to theirs. There was a farm and ranching enterprise along with trade that Bakugou senior engaged in to grow their wealth.

“Wow...” Izuku’s eyes lit up as he walked in. “It’s so much bigger than back home.”

Through the long journey, Izuku caught up on many of the questions that plagued him, such as how his mother thought when the Bakugou’s left the arrangement had been canceled, so that’s why she never mentioned it. But the alpha he knew now as Katsuki had never forgotten about him.

A beautiful nest had already been prepared and scented for the omega. It would need to wait until their formal ceremony took place the following day, but Izuku was just excited this was taking place. All the pain of the last fifteen years dissolved away in that moment. He turned to his alpha with tears streaming down his face and his scent filling the air of lavender wildflowers. It’s been so long since Izuku released a happy scent, even he’d forgotten what it was like. His eyes twinkled, crinkled in delight. “It’s so beautiful Kacchan, like in a fairytale.”

The alphas eyes roll back as he purred from his omegas pheromones filling their new home. He pulled Izuku to his broad chest. “That’s the scent I remember. The scent I loved as a child. How could anyone not snatch you up just for that?”

“Maybe because no one else has smelled it?”

Such a statement makes the alpha growl low from happiness, his chest rumbling with content. “Good.” He tipped Izuku’s chin up, red eyes boring down as he swept away tears. This scent belonged to him alone. “It’s all I wanna smell from now on. No more sadness or fear, understood?”

Izuku nodded his head as he smile grew. “Yes, my alpha.”

Katsuki placed a long, lingering kiss on the omegas lips that made Izuku’s heartbeat soar. For such a large male, the alpha was gentle with him. He knew the man had a fiery side, but Katsuki also knew how to love....

As autumn leaves made an entrance, tiny cries broke the air as two newborn pups came into their world. The pregnancy had been a bit difficult for the tiny omega, but with the support of his mate and family, Izuku accomplished everything he’d been told would never come to pass.

“Kacchan...” the omega, flushed with exhaustion, but beamed with pride, and shed tears of joy as he rested his head against his alpha’s supportive hand.

“See, I told you those villagers were fools.” Katsuki smiled, while lovingly soothing his omega. “You gave me two beautiful pups.”

“I love you Kacchan...”

“And they lived happily ever after,” the old alpha stated. “The end.”

“But grandpa, that’s nothing like the stories.”

“What do you mean?”

“Izuku didn’t leave a letter in the tree, a-and he knew Katsuki as a kid.”

“Well, you see over many, many Springs the true story was lost and all that remained is the story of an alpha finding an omegas sad love letter. People thought if that omega could get lucky, maybe I can too and began leaving letters in the tree. Today, the tradition continues.”

“Then how do you know the true story?”

“Izuku had green eyes right?”

“Yeah, like me!”

“Because he’s your great, great, great grandpa.”

[raffinit]

Sylvanas/Jaina: jealousy (but like, not in the super toxic way??)

I’m sure you wanted cute couple things with this prompt but my brain worms got the better of me

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It took Jaina a fair bit of time before she understood the state of turmoil her emotions were in. The conception and pregnancy held their own unique agonies and traumas — the birth most of all. Perhaps, if it had been a child that she had wanted to begin with; a child made with someone other than the Banshee Queen...

Weeks, it took her. Weeks before Jaina could stand to hold her own child — her own daughter, who had her blue eyes and soft spread of freckles. It was one thing to see her own features replicated on the impossibly tiny and squashy face of her child, but it was another thing to reconcile the fact that her daughter had a face too elegant and elf-like to ignore.

Not to mention the ears. Not as long as a full-blooded elf, but there was no denying the child's heritage.

Their child, whose name came from Sylvanas, because Jaina couldn't bear to even look at her after the birth.

Their daughter was called Aeryn Windrunner. Daughter of the Lord Admiral and Warchief. A beacon of hope for the new era of peace. Sylvanas had asked her once for a middle name, or perhaps to hyphenate their family names for the sake of heritage, but Jaina had simply shrugged her shoulders.

"Call her what you like," she had said. "I don't care."

Sylvanas had pursed her lips, red eyes burning with something like concern, but said nothing.

Because they shared a chamber; because it would be cause for concern if it ever came to light that Jaina couldn't stand to hold or feed her own child — Aeryn slept in their rooms. Tucked away within a lavish crib, made with elven filigree carved into solid oak wood, and a mobile hanging over it in shapes of anchors and ships.

Though Aeryn slept in their rooms, Jaina did not tend to her. Sylvanas woke with her each night; cared and caressed her and hummed little wordless tunes when the babe would fuss the most.

There were some nights when all she could was weep. In anger, in grief, in shame — in envy at the way Sylvanas took to the baby better than she had.

At the gentle urges from the midwives and healers, Jaina kept her milk. It would've been a waste, after all, but that didn't mean she needed to nurse Aeryn at her breast.

She expressed her milk whenever the need arose; Sylvanas took care of bottle-feeding.

Jaina threw herself back into her duties as soon as she could walk without the pains of birth between her hips. She was tender still, likely could have stayed resting for longer, but she couldn't bear to stay trapped within their rooms for much longer.

No one questioned it, but the smiles full of knowing and sympathy made her skin crawl.

One night, Jaina returned to their rooms to find Sylvanas cradling Aeryn in her arms; the babe's plush cheek tucked against her neck as she stood against the moonlight of the balcony.

Without turning to address her, Sylvanas said, "She likes the sound of the waves. It puts her to sleep the fastest."

Jaina stiffened and turned away. "I didn't ask."

"It's something you should know regardless," Sylvanas said, glancing back to meet her eyes impassively. "For when Greymane or your mother ask of her. They will want to know everything about her. You should at least have enough information to lie."

She expected it to sting, but Jaina felt little more than ire.

"By all means, answer them on my behalf," she replied snidely. "It makes no difference to me."

It continued for a time; Sylvanas mothering their child and she tucking her head beneath the pillows when Aeryn would cry at night. Sometimes, she would watch through her lashes as the Warchief — blooded and branded tyrant of an enemy faction — hovered and fussed over the cradle with gentle words and tender touches.

Other times, she would huff and toss in bed, until Sylvanas would slip away quietly to the adjoining study and the baby’s cries grew faint and muffled behind a closed door.

She wept most bitterly those nights. Why, for what, she couldn’t understand. It was nothing more than hormones at that point. Surely.

A month passed. It was customary, it seemed, to celebrate the first full moon of an infant — to celebrate its first full month of life.

On the morning of the celebration, Sylvanas bathed and dressed Aeryn herself. Though they were never short of nannies and maids at hand, tending to their daughter was something she had always done. Jaina never cared to ask why.

"You'll need to hold her for the ceremony," Sylvanas said. "Try not to drop her."

Jaina scowled at her, but could admit that their daughter painted a very pretty picture; wrapped in a lavish swaddle of reds and golds. Auspicious colours to elves.

"What exactly am I meant to do?"

"Hold her," Sylvanas replied simply, though she seemed entirely unwilling to relinquish Aeryn from her arms. "It's tradition for mother and child to bathe together the morning of the ceremony — but that is assuming we abided by the confinement period. We didn't. This ceremony is meant to officially introduce her to our people. Family and friends and the realm, as it were. You will hold her while I cut her hair."

"Why cut her hair? She barely has any."

Sylvanas let out a sigh, as if there was no greater burden than to answer her. "It is tradition. We used to shave their heads. Now we just trim enough for the symbolism of it. Traditionally, the hair was made into a calligraphy brush."

"How unnecessary," she said.

Sylvanas glared, but made no further comment.

They stood within the Great Hall, side-by-side as the priest recited all the necessary blessings and incantations. Jaina's face ached as it droned on; sore from the forced and unfeeling smile she gave to anyone who caught her eye.

When it was time for the ceremony — when it was time for Sylvanas to trim their daughter's hair —, Jaina felt her spine stiffening, her heart plummeting into her stomach.

Sylvanas met her gaze and spoke in a hiss of breath. "Pull yourself together, Proudmoore."

The weight of the baby in her arms was strange and unwieldy; she had to shift Aeryn several times before she could get her hands in the proper position.

Aeryn squirmed as soon as she left Sylvanas’ arms, her little Cupid’s bow mouth pulling into a moue as she whimpered.

Jaina froze. She gave the baby a feeble bounce, but Aeryn was already beginning to fuss in earnest.

Sylvanas stroked a hand over the bowl of Aeryn’s head, murmuring something in Thalassian. The baby’s long brows lifted in recognition, calming somewhat.

Then she pulled away, and Aeryn fussed again.

“Hold her closer to you,” Sylvanas muttered, casting a pointed look at the crowd watching from the pews. “At least pretend to care, damn you.”

“I’m doing my best,” she hissed, tucking Aeryn closer to her. The baby squirmed and nuzzled close, nosing around against her chest. The pressure made her breast ache in response; she could feel one start to leak. “Just get it over with.”

Sylvanas made a low noise of irritation in her throat but said nothing else. She clipped the end of Aeryn’s hair, coming away with a soft tuft of blonde curl that she carefully secured with a length of red silk before passing it on to the priest.

When it was over, Jaina all but shoved the baby back into Sylvanas’ arms. She tried not to notice the way Aeryn settled comfortably there.

She tried not to notice her mother’s worried face watching from the crowd.

After the ceremony, Jaina began to notice the preferences. Though she tried her best to be present in her daughter’s life; though she tried to hold Aeryn more — it was clear that their daughter preferred Sylvanas. When she held the baby, Aeryn squirmed and fussed and cried, and would only calm when placed in the arms of the banshee.

“She doesn’t know you,” Sylvanas told her, though not unkindly. “Give it time.”

Though she knew it was of her own doing, Jaina couldn’t help the slow festering ugliness that grew each passing day that Aeryn chose Sylvanas over her.

As Aeryn blossomed from a newborn to a full-fledged baby, so too did her personality. The baby smiled her first smile as Sylvanas spoke to her quietly one morning. Jaina watched, hovering by the bed and pretending not to notice the way the Banshee Queen’s eyes lit up and voice lightened into an almost giddy lilt.

“What a pretty smile,” Sylvanas cooed, pressing a tender kiss to the baby’s chubby cheek. “You have your mother’s smile, my little sparrow.”

The way Sylvanas crooned should have made something warm and soft bloom in her chest. Instead, all she felt was a hollow ache.

It had to be an ugly thing, but surely understandable. That she would be jealous of her own child choosing another over her.

When Sylvanas was away, she took to laying the baby on the bed by her. Aeryn kicked and squirmed and fussed at times, but eventually they seemed to come to a stalemate.

“I know,” she said to the baby sometimes, leaning on an arm and watching Aeryn. “I wouldn’t want to be near me, either.”

Aeryn snuffled at her voice, blue eyes searching for her face. When they found her, the baby quieted, staring intently into her face.

“You’ll probably hate me,” she muttered, reaching out and tentatively stroking a finger over Aeryn’s cheek. “You already seem to. I don’t blame you. I’m sorry you weren’t born to a better mother. Or a better world. But at least one of us is doing a good job.”

Aeryn blinked at her mincingly and cooed.

Despite herself, Jaina found herself smiling softly. “I’m just as surprised as you are. Who would’ve thought that the Warchief of the Horde would be such an attentive mother.” She ran her fingers gently over Aeryn’s belly, watching as the baby cooed and kicked at the sensation.

“That’s because she isn’t my first.”

Jaina startled at the voice, pushing upright off the bed and twisting around. There, in the doorway; Sylvanas watched them, expression unreadable but not unkind.

It was hard to hide her surprise. “She’s not?”

Sylvanas pushed off the doorway and approached the bed, settling on the edge. “No,” she replied, bending to nuzzle Aeryn’s hair. The baby kicked and snuffled excitedly, no doubt recognising her, and Sylvanas’ lips twitched into a sad smile. “Despite what you and the Alliance may think — I was once married. I had a wife. We had a child. A daughter the same. Count yourself lucky that Aeryn is nowhere near as fussy as Nilarith ever was.”

That Sylvanas would willingly reveal such personal memories left Jaina reeling. She floundered for a moment for what to say; if she was meant to say anything at all. Instead she watched quietly as Sylvanas danced elegant fingers over Aeryn’s belly, tickling under their daughter’s chin and stroking over an ear.

The tenderness and care in the touch made Jaina’s chest stir with something she recognised as sympathy and guilt at once.

Eventually, she found the sense to croak out, “I’m sorry. For your loss.”

Sylvanas lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “It was another lifetime. I have mourned them enough. I will carry them with me as long as I walk this earth.” She lifted her eyes and glanced at Jaina. “I at least take some comfort in knowing that our daughter died in her mother’s arms...and that she was loved deeply.”

Jaina stared down at Aeryn; at the way the baby clung to Sylvanas’ finger in one tight fist.

“I do love her,” she murmured. “I think. I’m meant to, aren’t I?”

“I can’t tell you what to feel,” Sylvanas said. “The circumstances of her birth weren’t something to recall fondly. It’s understandable that you resent her for what she represents.”

It was unfair. To Aeryn and herself. Victims of circumstance.

“I don’t resent her,” she insisted. “I just — I just don’t know how to feel about her.”

Sylvanas went quiet. She looked down into Aeryn’s face for a long moment, until the tension seemed to bleed hard enough for the baby to notice.

Aeryn let out a whimper, kicking her legs.

Sylvanas’ ear flicked. “She’s hungry.”

“How do you know?”

“You learn their cries over time. Hungry, wet, bored. Hurt.” Sylvanas pushed upright. “I will get her bottle ready.”

Jaina peered down at the baby, took in Aeryn’s little moue and soft cries. The sound made her breasts prickle and she winced, reaching up to soothe the pressure.

Hesitantly, she said, “I can — I can try to feed her.”

Sylvanas paused and glanced at her warily. “You don’t have to —”

“I want to,” Jaina said, reaching up to untie the laces of her tunic slowly. “I’d at least like to try.”

Though it was clear she was doubtful still, Sylvanas inclined her head. “Would you rather I —?” She gestured towards the door.

Jaina flushed and shrugged her tunic off a shoulder low enough to expose one breast. “You’ve seen it all,” she muttered, gingerly manoeuvring Aeryn into her arms. “I’d — appreciate it if you stayed. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get her to latch.”

Sylvanas nodded slowly and moved back towards the bed. Aeryn fussing in her arms brought all of Jaina’s attention to the baby; but she could see in the corner of her eye, the Warchief bustling about with pillows.

“Here.” Sylvanas piled the pillows high against the headboard, gesturing to her. “Lean back. I’ll put a pillow under your arm. Something to brace the weight of her while she nurses.”

Jaina obeyed, shuffling back against the pillows comfortably, keenly aware of the way Aeryn squirmed and wriggled closer to the warmth of her skin. She tucked the baby into the crook of her arm and slouched slightly to urge Aeryn to her breast.

The first suck stung and she pulled away in instinct, gritting her teeth against the pain.

Aeryn let out a cry at the loss, but Sylvanas was there to soothe her.

“Gently,” she coaxed. “Hold her closer and let her set her mouth fully on your breast. She’ll know what to do.”

It was a strange, alien sensation; pinching slightly when Aeryn finally latched. There was a soft, wet suckling sound, and Jaina felt something shift and open in her chest as the baby began to suckle greedily.

“There now,” Sylvanas murmured, settling down on the bed beside her. “You’re a natural.”

Jaina said nothing — couldn’t trust herself to say anything with her throat welled thick with emotions she wouldn’t dare name.

Instead, she cradled their daughter close; one finger clasped tightly in Aeryn’s little hand.

[juryhoe]

HAIROGRAPHY ANALYSIS: RICK (PART 1)

Baby Rick! The little stubble is really nice, the subtle curls in his short hair are adorable. You’d think this is a handsome look that doesn’t need changing, until you see the beauties that are coming our way.

The ‘Hospital look’ deserves more recognition, the short but messy hair and the neat dark brown beard is a great combo.

Decision was made to keep the beautiful stubble and we could not be happier. His hair is growing and the way it’s getting curlier is the cutest thing ever.

Now we’re talkin’ stuff and thangs! Stubble still looks neat and pretty much still dark brown, semi-baby Rick phase. The hair has grown iconically of course, it’s beautiful.

We’re gettin’ older! But have no worries, that just amplifies the prettiness. Hair is almost majestic at this point, just gorgeous. Beard is now salt and pepper, cute.

Had to include this, because this was the first messy look with long hair. We LOVE a messy hair, with curls in our face. Beard still pretty.

Beard is growing nicely, while getting a grayer shade. Beautiful. Perfect hair achievement definitely acquired.

The caveman look is one of my favorites, the big bears is gorgeous, the hair is great as always. This one scene, however, reaches wet perfection

Those are not dimples, he literally has two holes on the sides of his face. And they’re adorable, so we love the shave. Also, hair is now wavy, with curls in the back. The way it’s brushed behind his ears, so damn cute.

Pretty stubble is back + messy beautiful hair + stitches = amazing look.

Check out part 2!

[broken-heroes-and-potatoes]

hello hello!! i'm here to send some requests 💖maybe some Bakugou, Tamaki and Hawks best friends to lovers headcanons? good luck with your blog !! 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

Thank you so much senpai @bnha-imagines-forall for the shout-out and for the interesting request too, to be honest I have no idea what this is..I don’t think that’s headcanons though’ I hope it’ll be okay nonetheless, don’t hesitate to tell me how I can improve! #toomuchpressure

Katsuki Bakugo

- Being friend with Bakugo is already a big thing, I mean, being upgraded from despise/indifference to tolerance isn’t something Katsuki grants to everyone, so you probably passed some ‘unconscious tests’ throught the early steps of the relationship.

- First of all, you intrigued him, pricked his curiosity whether because of your quirk or your personnality, you immediately caught his attention and even with that, he was definitely not the one who will approach you. He [im]patiently watched from afar, listened to other talk about you, studying your every moves from the corner of his eyes. [spoiler alert, he ended up doing the first move because you took too damn long to give him attention.]

- He had everyone recognitions for his strenght and abilities, but he couldn’t really understand why it bothered him that you never showed him yours, not that he needed it anyways.. but still.

- You ended up hanging with him because of your friendship with Kirishima and even if you he gave you the cold shoulder at first, he quickly accepted you and, to the surprise of his closest friend, undertook friendly actions so you’ll feel at ease around him.

- Bakugo being Bakugo, you often get into passionate and, sometimes, sterile debates with him ‘cause of how stuborn he’s, it usually ends in screams and shouts, or pillow thrown at each other. Whatever, it stimulates him, and more important, no matter what, you still sticked to his side supporting him even when he was in despicable states and you’re defintely worth of his trust and respect because of this.

- You challenge him and it’s what drag him into you, not necessarily on a fighting level, but on a daily basis of every single aspects in his life

- On the other hand, you assure a kind of balance, appeasing him when he can’t go down from a high frustration and he realized that as things progress his feelings evolved too.

- You are one of the only person he never pushed away (too harshly at least), the one he thinks of before falling asleep, the one he felt the ‘need’ to be with when he has something happy to share or when he’s feeling overwheelmed by negative emotions

- He’s an emotional constipated boy, but when he pulled all the pieces together and understood what those...unwanting feelings was, it angered him to no point. You never thought a grumpier Katsuki could exist? Say no more. He’s on edge and fuming at everything and everyone. Midoriya breathing next to him? He nearly blew his head off His pen stopped working? He exploded it like confettis.

- Once he was aware of it, he can’t get it out of his mind and it pissed him off, the only logical option he came up with? Avoiding you. And when you try to act as usual? Ignoring you.

- The fact was that the thing he could least bear? Himself. For feeling that way, for realizing it, for being distracted and affected by something so trivial, for hurting you.

- One night when he couldn’t fall asleep because of the situation, turning and tossing in his bed, he angrily thrown off his sheets on the ground, storming off of his room and frowning while taking the direction of yours with a determine step.

- He knocked [BANGED.] on your door, not giving a freakin’ care that it was past midnight, and when you opened it slightly panicked in your nightie, rubbing your eyes, he just blurted out nonsens and the only words you grabbed were «can’t stop thinking about you – it pisses me off – I miss you – in love with you» ponctuated with some ‘shit’ and‘fuckin’ here and there.

- When he finally shut his mouth, his ears turned bright pink, stupor painted his face and as he was about to leave the same way he arrived, you grabbed his wrist to prevent him to vanish and dropped a quick clumsy kiss on his lips.

- His brain freezed, his eyes wide opened, he didn’t know how to react, not even realizing he woke the entire floor with his shouts.

Tamaki Amajiki

- He’s one of most the complicated person to reach, whether physically or emotionally, so it would take YEARS to make him accept that 1 – He can Love someone 2- He deserves to be Loved too

- Tamaki is a fragile little cinnamon roll that shouldn’t be pushed too much, it’s like sitting into bushes and wait to take wild animals in pictures. Patience and delicacy are required along with silence and empathy.

- If you both knew each other since elementary school, he would develop the same bond and dependance he has with Mirio, a solide relationship based on trust. But he would burried deep down his feelings so you would never discover his love to you, neither do he.

- If you met at U.A, then he would accept your presence only because Mirio and Nejire included you without his opinion to the group. If they do so without really consulting him, it's because they both know you could get along and won’t go beyond the pale and impose yourself on him.

- Either one of the other, he would very slowly open up to you, studying you at first, and leaving each time you sat next to him. Then he would accept that you could speak to him, sometimes he would even answer and to finish, he would talk to you and ask for your advices.

- If you’re lucky enough, you’ll be able to put your hand on his shoulder or brush his arm with yours after a few months!

- There’s something pretty reassuring about you, something that makes him feel at ease, almost confident when you’re around, the way you make all of those impossible things for him look so easy and smooth, and the bravery you show to accomplish little things in your life, even if it costs you a lot of courage to do so. He admires your convictions, the way you fight for what you love and what you believe in..

- He likes the fact you consider his feelings and apprehensions and don’t push him too much as much as you tend to help him find solution and don’t go and do the thing for him.

- You enlighten a path for him, guiding him throught the shadows of his emotional blinders, and help him make few steps in this horrific world. And he needs nothing more to fall in love with you.

- It was crystal clear for everyone to the point some people thought you were already dating, everyone except two persons, Him, and you.

- How he blushes each time you smile to him, how he searches you around when he losts sight of you, and how his own innocent smile gained his lips when you joke with him.

- Your two friends tried, REALLY hard to get you together, to help him realize and open up his feelings, to arranged some date between the two of you  while hidding to spy in the background.. but nope.

- When Mirio couldn’t bear it anymore, he took him under his arm to have an adult talk and it rang in Tamaki’s head like a bell.

- Thinking about it, the warm in his chest, the goosebump on his arms and the way he, sometimes [often], wanted to keep you close and don’t let you go after an afternoon by your side.. Mirio’s words do made sens.. and it was freaking him out now.

- A trap later settled into one more arranged date, he couldn’t look at you in the eyes, nor focus on what you were saying. You were so… and he was.. No. You definitely deserved better and there were no chance..

- «Are you.. okay Tamaki?» His heart was about to exploded when you got him out of his thoughts with the sound of his name, eyes wondering on your face in panic, what where you saying ? Why does he have to act like this, why do you look so sad? He’s already a terrible friend, how could he be a good boyfriend to you

- «No, it’s- it’s okay, I should have know you're not returning my feelings, I’am sorry I misread the signs-I .. I hope we can still be friend?»

- Tamaki thought he was about to faint when he heard you, wobbly legs, buzzing ears, blurry vision, he couldn’t think straight, but the tiny bit of reason in his head push few words to escape from his lips before he black out from the pressure. «I love you.»

Hawks - Keigo Takami

- This cocky Bastard had won your heart for ages but you kept it to yourself because you knew it was just a game between the two of you.

- You had to admit he was a pretty cute guy when you both met and began to work together, but this smart ass deserved some slaps on the head from time to time and it was a charm that would drag you to him even more.

- You were like an elusive target to him, reproaching his nonchalance and laid back attitude, spending your time pushing him away and resisting to his teasing demeanors.

- Despite the constant lazyness he tends to wallow in, he took it as a challenge and he put a point of honor to make you abdicate.

- [Un]fortunately, after months of playing with your nerves, he got caught at his own game and he was the one to fall deeply for you.

- You also fell for him hard, and quick after you two became friends, it was some kind of funny fight at first, a pleasant banter between two grown persons, he was throwing flirty comments your way and you answered to him with a wink accompanied by snarky remarks.

- Beyond that, the two of you created a really healthy bonds, he knew in a sec’ when something’s wrong and dropped anything he was doing to cheer you up, leaving all of the challenge out.

- He would took you on the roof of his building to watch a reassuring movie outdoor, your favorite snacks prepared, even if he would never admit that he fly throught the whole city to find them.

- It surprised him how much he remembered useless things when it comes to you, how many sugar you put in your tea, how your mustard scarf look good on you and how the tint of vanilla in your perfurme get along perfectly with the natural one of your skin.

- He also noticed the changed in his feelings toward you, for example, he was annoyed to the tips of his wings when Best Jeanist proposed to accompanied you to chose a new jacket to welcome spring and you seemed utterly happy about it.

- Whether for you or for him, it was more and more difficult to accept the situation when you realized how the feelings had settled down and there was no way to back off now that the relationship always been like that.

- He tried to didn’t take it seriously, but he liked this..thing.. going on between you too much, could he call it an addiction? He didn’t like it but, Maybe. Anyway, he would take the risk to confess even if it means not coming out unscathed

- Being an organised and clever guy didn’t help him much because each of is attempts to wooed you failed as you took it as the natural behaviour he developped toward you.

- And God knows how he gave it his best, he made it clear to call it «A DATE», he offered you flowers carefuly picked with his feathers while you were both sitting in a meadow as the sun set, he was neatly dressed and if you squinted a lot, he even did something to his hair!

- You wished all of this could be true but you refused to believe in it, because the fall would only be harder, proof with how hard the pain already thundered in your chest.

- When he leaded you home that night, you felt as if you didn’t wanted him to go, it wasn’t the first time, but right now, you would have given everything you could to keep him by your side. You anxiously turned to him once you reached the door, no word were needeed for him to understand what was going on in your mind.

- He approached confidently, shielding you both with his wings, his gloved hand on your cheek before you could react and his mouth on yours in a chaste kiss. You felt a smile crept on his lips when you put enough pressure to return it and he pulled away slowly.

- You plunged into amused golden eyes when his breath tickled you in a whispered words «I won», he laughed against your lips, trying once more to steal a kiss as you pushed him away gently, not-so-nice words leaving your mouth.

[rizlowwritessortof]

Reunion

Just a li’l fluffy, smutty one-shot - Dean runs into an old high school classmate on his way through town. Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Dean x OC

Warnings: None but fluffy smut, unless Dean being happy is a bad thing :)

Word count: 2587

Dean dropped down onto the bar stool with a weary sigh, ordered a shot and a beer, and checked his phone. Sam wasn’t back yet, so he had time. The place was just like every small town bar in every small town he’d ever been in – smoky lights, the smell of stale beer, the top of the bar bearing scars from fights and pocket knives and cigarettes from years past when they were allowed in these places.

He was very aware of the room, where there were people, where there were exits, that was as natural as breathing. He looked things over a little more carefully now, not that he was really that interested tonight, but… His eyes drifted over the blond at the end of the bar, the waitress over to his left, the little brunette at the table by the window. Back to the little brunette, who was staring back at him, a smile slowly lighting up her face.

She watched him, watched the expressions flit over his features – confusion, suspicion, contemplation, and then, finally, the dawning of recognition. A disbelieving little smirk curved one side of his perfectly-formed lips, and then he was heading her direction.

“Mandy? Mandy Cramer?”

Her smile bloomed fully now, her eyes shining as she looked up – way up – at him. “Dean Winchester. I’ll be damned.”

“Well, let’s hope not,” he retorted, gesturing at the chair across from her. “Mind if I join you?”

“Please!” She shook her head. “Wow. Dean Winchester. I never thought I’d see you again.”

“So, you still live here?”

She took a swallow of her beer and nodded again. “Yep. Believe it or not, I teach at the high school here.”

“No. Not biology?” He was grinning, and she laughed.

“No. Never got over that whole ‘dissecting’ thing. I teach English.” She tilted her head a little, amusement sparkling in her eyes. “I didn’t know if you’d even remember me.”

“Hey, you got me through that damn class. How could I forget?”

“You got me through it – if you hadn’t shown up that week, who would have cut up that frog? Or… the pig...” She shuddered, and Dean laughed. It sounded good.

“Okay, we got each other through that class.” That grin of his looked even better than it had in high school.

“I just wasn’t one of the girls you – uh – hung out with. So I didn’t know if I really registered, you know?”

Dean’s smile faded a little. “Yeah. I was a little...”

“Popular?”

He gave a chagrined chuckle. “Yeah. Let’s go with that.” He looked into her eyes and she felt the butterflies in her belly take flight. “Believe me, you registered. I just – I thought you were a little ‘top shelf’ for the likes of me.”

“Wow.” She smiled shyly up at him, then stared into her glass of beer. “That’s probably the nicest reason I’ve ever heard for someone not asking me out.”

“So you’re still single? I figured you for a husband and at least two kids by now.”

“Yeah, not so much. Might help if I’d get out of this dumpy little town. But the right guy just hasn’t come around. You know, to take me away from it all.” She looked up at him again. “So, what are you up to these days?”

“Just on the road with my brother, we do a lot of – uh – trouble-shooting type jobs, keeps us busy and on the move.” He kept his eyes on his hands, fingers peeling at the label on the bottle, waiting for the inevitable questions.

She leaned in closer, speaking softly. “You two are… hunters, right?” She watched his eyes widen in surprise before a closed-off expression slid into place, and she almost wished she could take the words back. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… I just remember overhearing you and your brother a couple of times. And my uncle, my mom’s brother, supposedly was a hunter. Nobody talks about him much, but I heard talk when I was a kid. About how his wife died, and… Never mind, I’m sorry I said anything.”

“So you know?��

“Just kind of in theory. I was always told not to ask questions, it was a big taboo in my family.”

“Yeah, well, trust me – you’re happier not knowing all the gory details.”

She put a hand on his arm and gave it a squeeze. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to throw cold water on the conversation. I just wanted you to know you didn’t have to try and cover.”

He responded with a one-sided smile, seeming to relax a little. “Good. Sometimes being on guard all the time gets old. Maybe just because I’m headed that way.”

Now it was her turn to laugh. “Listen, mister, I don’t know if you’ve seen yourself lately, but if that’s what getting old looks like, I’ll take it.” She tapped at his arm, frowning up at him. “Besides, we’re the same age.”

“Yeah, forgot about that. But take it from me, you look great. Like, ‘if I didn’t know you, I’d probably be hitting on you’ great.”

She frowned at him with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “So, because you know me, you aren’t going to hit on me? That seems unfair.”

His eyes narrowed, a thoughtful little pout focusing her attention on his lips. “You just don’t seem like a one-night-stand kind of girl.”

She smiled. “Well, it really isn’t a one-night-stand, is it? More of a reunion.”

He looked skeptical, and very cute with the smile teasing around the corners of his lips. “Don’t you have to ‘union’ before you can ‘re’?”

“Listen. Don’t argue with an English teacher over word meanings. Tell you what, why don’t we go to my place where we can relax. We can catch up, and we’ll just see where it goes. Besides, I’m hungry, and I make a mean queso.”

They made their exit, walking towards the cars, and Dean grabbed her hand as she reached for her door. “Can I just…” He pulled her closer, his eyes searching hers and finding no argument, and kissed her soft and slow, his hand resting at her waist. He watched her tongue dart out over her lips and smiled. “If your queso is as good as that – I can’t wait. Lead the way.” She looked up from beneath her lashes with a smile that punched an appreciative little growl from his throat, and he headed to the Impala to follow her home.

She pulled into the garage and he parked in the driveway, then waited at the front door. She let him in with a wave of her hand. “Welcome to my humble home.”

“Looks nice. Oh, hey, actual vinyl? I knew you were a cool chick.” He began rifling through the albums on the stereo rack, and she laughed.

“Okay, you take care of the music and I’ll rustle up some nachos. Beer?”

“Hell, yeah,” he fired back, loading a couple of albums on the turntable and firing it up. “Need some help?”

“Nah, but you can keep me company.”

They chatted and drank while she browned beef and melted cheese, then Dean grabbed more beer and followed her and the huge platter of nachos back to the living room. He moaned in appreciation as he stuffed a loaded tortilla chip into his mouth, his eyes closing as he savored the flavors. “This is awesome,” he finally managed, and she smiled as she chewed.

“Told you.”

“You said queso. This is a few levels above queso.”

“Girl’s gotta have a few surprises up her sleeve, ya know.”

“Oh, yeah?” He sucked the tip of his finger into his mouth, cleaning off the excess cheese. “So tell me, what else are you good at?”

She blushed, but smiled. “Why, sir, whatever can you mean?” The next album dropped on the turntable, and the beginning strains of ‘Pour Some Sugar on Me’ filled the room. She shook her head. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Timing is everything,” Dean grinned back, reaching to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, then bending to brush his lips over hers. “Been dyin’ to do this again.” She blindly felt around until her beer bottle hit the solid top of the table, then put both arms around his neck and let him and the music carry her away.

The hungry little noises he made were driving her crazy, and she let him pull her closer, lifting her knee over to straddle his lap and press herself against him. His hands were big and warm, roaming over her back and slipping down to cup her ass, kneading at her with a moan as she came in contact with his rapidly growing erection. She raised her head a little with a breathless gasp, her eyes closed as he continued to nibble at her lips. “You got a permit for that?” she teased, feeling him smile before he slanted his mouth over hers, their tongues dancing deliciously as she moved against him with an eager little moan.  

“Let me help you with that,” he whispered, dipping down to nip at her throat, making her whimper shamelessly. He guided her to her back on the plush sofa, leaning over her and kissing her until she was squirming beneath him.

“They didn’t lie,” she panted as he raised up to his knees, reaching for the buttons on her shirt, slipping it off and draping it over the back of the sofa.

“Who?”

“Those girls back in high school who gushed over what a great kisser you were,” she teased, smiling at the rise of color in his cheeks.

“Yeah, well, we didn’t get to the really fun stuff. But I guess you can grade me on the curve.”

She arched up against his hands as he kneaded at her breasts, reaching behind her back to undo the clasp of her bra and tossing it to the floor. “You seem to be awfully good with the curves,” she gasped out as he tongued and tugged at her nipple gently with his teeth.

“I don’t mind doin’ a little extra credit,” he smirked, then sucked hard as she scratched her nails through his hair with a moan.

“Dean...” She was writhing beneath him, but he mercilessly attached himself to the other nipple, giving a little nip as she let out a needy whine. He finally raised up, looking down at her with glowing eyes as he unfastened her jeans. She grabbed his hand, smiling weakly at the crestfallen look on his face. “Just thought we could move to the bedroom. Much more comfortable.”

“Lead the way,” he said, helping her sit up and moving off the couch so she could stand. She turned to take his hand and he followed, stripping down as she threw back the covers on the bed and wriggled out of the rest of her clothes. Before she could turn around, his arms were around her, his lips on her neck and his seeking fingers roaming between her thighs, his erection hot and rigid against her lower back.

“Dean, need you,” she finally managed, and he turned her for a kiss, backing her up to the bed. “Condoms, bedside table.”

He nodded, watching her lay back on the sheets, as he found them and sheathed himself. He climbed onto the bed, the heat in his eyes making her blush as he settled between her thighs. “Ready, sweetheart?”

“So ready,” she breathed, tilting her head back into the pillow as he slowly pressed forward. She let out a pornographic sigh as he bottomed out, buried deep inside her.    

He caged her in with his forearms and bent his head, little kisses to her forehead, her eyelid, her cheek before he kissed her for real, taking her breath away. He sucked lightly at the tip of her tongue and she contracted around him, making him groan into their kiss, and she slid her calves up the back of his thighs, clamping them tight around him as he began to move.

“Yesssss,” she hissed, meeting his every thrust, urging him to go faster, harder, as he sucked a mark into the slope of her shoulder.

“So fucking hot, you keep squeezing me like that I’m gonna explode.” He was muttering never-ending praises against her skin, letting out a soft growl as he hit just the right spot and she cried out, coming hard, her world spinning out of control. “Let go, baby, just let go,” he ground out, then gave himself over to his urges, fucking into her hard enough to drive her further up the bed, her nails leaving marks on his back that would last for days. “Fuck!”

She shouted his name as he finished, clinging to him with everything she had left, lost in the sensation of him throbbing and twitching inside her. “God. Oh, my God. Dean...” He let his head drop to her shoulder, lowering himself wearily to rest on top of her, his heart pounding against hers. She stroked her fingers through his damp hair, over his shoulders, holding him close as their bodies slowly calmed.

He finally shifted with a soft moan, pulling himself slowly free and dropping to the bed beside her. Grabbing some tissues from the bedside stand, he disposed of the condom, then collapsed next to her, his fingers finding hers and lacing them together. “You – you are definitely my favorite teacher.”

She giggled, rolling over next to him and raising up to let his arm slip around her shoulders. “Well, this was the best reunion I’ve ever had, so… all in all, I’d say it was a success.” She tilted her head to smile at him, closing her eyes as he kissed her, warm and lazy. When he stopped, she sighed, then sat up. “I’m still hungry.”

“Yeah, well – we didn’t exactly finish those nachos.”

“I’ll warm them up and grab us a couple more beers.”

“Awesome.” He watched unashamedly as she walked across the room to retrieve her robe. “We can eat, and then we’ve got some more ‘reunion’ business to take care of.”

She looked over her shoulder with a smirk. “Oooh, I like the sound of that.”

“Yeah, I definitely need to give you my oral report. You know, for extra credit.”

She laughed and headed down the hall. “Mr. Winchester, I think you’ve got a bright future ahead of you.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Sam handed his brother a coffee as he climbed behind the wheel, and he accepted it with a grateful nod.  “Since you never came back to the room, I assume you had a good night?”

“Oh, yeah. Met up with someone from high school here, believe it or not.”

“Huh. Forgot we went to school here – what, for about three months?”

“Yeah. Kinda surprised she remembered me.”

“And didn’t want to kill you.”

He laughed, shaking his head.  “Nah. Wasn’t like that. Not then, anyway.” He fired up the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. They drove for a while in companionable silence, and Dean rolled his eyes in annoyance as they entered a construction zone. “We’ll make great time now.” As he maneuvered his way through the cones and machinery, his phone buzzed beside him on the console. “Hey, Sammy, see if that’s important, would ya? Kinda busy here.”

Sam picked up the phone. “Mandy Cramer? That your high school thing?”

“Yeah. What’s she say?”

“Ummm… Not much. All it says is ‘A+.’”

Dean grinned. “Awesome.”

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[kimjongdaely]

The Art of Sin [Chapter 2]

Gang!AU, Racer!AU, Tattoo Artist!AU

Pairing: Chen x Reader

Warnings: Language, violence, sexual situations, vandalism

Summary: He’s an artist. He does it all for the ‘art.’ Tattooing. Racing. Sex. All because he thinks they’re beautiful. There’s no one here that doesn’t know his name, because it’s everywhere. On every graffiti-filled wall, every tattooed skin, every cheer of the crowd. His name is there somewhere, because it’s all his—this world. And when he lays his eyes on you—well, he’s never seen anything more beautiful. And he’s going to make you his masterpiece.

Chapter 1│Chapter 2│Chapter 3 [M]│Chapter 4 [M]│Chapter 5 [M]│ Chapter 6│Chapter 7│Chapter 8 [M]

She yelps, her body jolting at the pain. His hold on her is tight though, to keep her from moving. He’ll be damed if it ruins the tattoo.

“Wait, wait.” She cries desperately, her nails digging into the leather of the chair. “Can I take a break?”

Jongdae is reluctant to pause, but sighs. “Sure. It’s a small tattoo though, it won’t be much longer before it’s finished—”

“Please.” She shakes her head, and he can’t help but stare at the way her hair strokes her collarbones at the movement. “It really hurts.”

He nods, wiping over the area with a rag to remove blood and ink, seeing her wince. Her friend, who was sitting off to the side, comes over as Jongdae moves away, rearranging his desk and making sure his tattoo machine is in top shape.

“Looks great so far!” Her friend exclaims as she examines the area. “How much longer do you think it’ll take?”

“Maybe ten minutes.” Jongdae replies with a smile. “Just bear with the pain a little longer, ‘kay?”

She nods, jaw clenched. He can see the crescents of her nails in his chair, along with countless others that accumulated over the years. He should really buy a new one soon.

“So,” Jongdae starts, putting on his signature friendly smile. “What’s your name? Why’d you want a tattoo?”

She looks hesitant to give out her name, but eventually tells him. “It’s my birthday today.”

“Oh!” Jongdae beams. “Happy birthday! How old are you turning?”

She smiles, looking more relaxed now. “Never ask a girl her age, mister.”

He chuckles, nodding. “I’ll remember that. You ready to continue?” He asks and she nods. He smiles his famous smile; an innocent, sincere smile that got him out of every sticky situation so far. She’s a good girl. Very obedient. He likes that.

He sits in his chair again, leaning over her. Her collarbone protrudes delicately, so beautifully. It certainly is a good place for a mark. His mark. “I’ll count to three, and then I’ll start.” 

She nods again. “1…2…3.”

She yelps.

Jongdae peels the latex gloves off his hands, throwing them into the trash. There’s a knock at the door, Chanyeol poking his head inside. “You done, Dae? Wanna take a smoke?”

“Not for me.” Jongdae answers, stretching. “But I’ll keep you company.”

“I don’t need your company.” Comes Chanyeol’s snarky reply, though he holds the door for Jongdae. The garage is hot like usual, and he wipes the sweat off his brow. The smell of oil and smoke is intoxicating, his favorite smell. Or rather, he just got way too used to it, so it feels like home.

“You guys taking a break already?” Jongdae asks, noticing the lazy atmosphere. “Damn, don’t let Junmyeon know or he’ll throw a fit.”

“We work hard.” Chanyeol laughs. “We deserve a smoke every now and then.”

Sehun and Jongin are outside already, Sehun kneading his tense muscles, rolling his head side to side. Chaneyol leans against the walls of the garage, Jongdae following.

“So.” Chanyeol starts, taking out his lighter and lighting his cigarette. “That girl just now.”

“She was hot.” Sehun butts in with a sly smile. “She’s your type, isn’t she?”

Jongdae hums, neither agreeing nor denying. “Well, she was very beautiful.”

“She’s gonna come back for checkups, right?” Chanyeol grins. “You gonna make a move?”

“Worry about yourself.” Jongdae rolls his eyes. “The ice-cream girl, right?”

“Fuck off, Jongdae.” He growls, exhaling the smoke. “And go fuck a girl for once.”

“Alright.” Jongdae chuckles. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Jongdae kicks at the floor, staring at the walls of the garage. His hands are itching for a can of spray paint, his mind already whirring with ideas to fill the wall. He shakes his head, kicking a pebble. Junmyeon’s already berated him for spray-painting the walls too much, so he has to keep the desire in.

But that’s alright. He doesn’t really mind it. He’s doing what he loves, tattooing. It’s an honest job, and quite popular too. Keeps him creative, keeps his hands moving. Most of the time, it’s enough.

His mind falls back to the girl that was just here. He’s sure her soft groans of pain can turn into something else entirely, something beautiful. The butterfly on her collarbone is one of the best ones he’s done so far. He’s had his fair share of tattooing butterflies, but that one is somehow special, since it’s on her.

He grins, kicking the pebble all the way down the road until he can’t see it anymore. His butterfly will certainly fly right back into his hands.

You stare at your new tattoo in the mirror. You have to admit, Chen really did a good job both with the design and the actual application. You made sure to follow his directions on aftercare so that it doesn’t get infected, but he wanted you to drop by again for a quick checkup—just in case, he said.

You don’t really mind. EXO Customs isn’t that far from your apartment, and you hate to admit it…but you’re excited.

You’re excited to see Chen.

Something about him really clicked with you—or rather, you’re just really attracted to him. Nothing wrong with attraction at first sight, but a part of you wavers.

There’s something in his eyes…his smile…You’re sure there’s more to him than the friendly tattoo artist he makes himself appear as. Which is why you can’t shake off the slight feeling of impending doom, but that might be your pessimistic side exaggerating your anxieties.

Impending doom, you snicker at yourself before you throw on your black crop-top, something that will show off your new tattoo. You grab your bag, slinging it over your shoulder as you head out the door.

You walk into EXO Customs, greeted by Byun again. He smiles, face lighting up in recognition. “Hey! Back for a checkup?”

“Yep.” You answer, flashing him a polite smile. You head in, where Chen’s tattoo parlor is. A tall mechanic with icy white hair flashes you a grin that seemed to hold a bunch of secrets. You look at him weirdly, but don’t dwell.

He opens the door quickly after you knock. He seems happy to see you, his eyes shining as he motions for you to come in. “How’s the tattoo? Have you followed my instructions?”

“Yeah.” You answer, sitting down on the leather chair. Your eyes scan his office, seeing the scattered papers of sketches on his desk and pinned up on the walls. “I don’t think it’s infected or anything.”

“That’s good, that’s good.” Jongdae hums as he puts on his latex gloves. “Just lean back and relax, alright? I’ll take a look and make sure it’s all good. You might need a touch up—tattoos sometimes fade or peel after healing.”

You nod, relaxing yourself against the chair as he leans in. His gloved thumb traces the pattern of your butterfly, and you can feel the heat through the glove. It’s a gentle pressure, and oddly comforting. 

“Yep, looks good.” He says, leaning back. You breathe out, having been holding your breath unconsciously. “You’ve been a good girl.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks at the statement, leaving you embarrassed. “Uh yeah. Thanks.”

Jongdae chuckles, and you grow even more embarrassed. Oh man, you’re making a fool of yourself in front of this super hot guy. “You’re surprisingly cute.” He has a strange look in his eyes, a swirling gold within his irises that hypnotize you. He seems to be thinking before a smile graces his face.

“Well,” he says, peeling the gloves off. “You don’t seem to need a touch up. But,” his smile grows wider, anything but innocent. “If you would like one, you can come find me later, after the garage closes.”

“What?” You blurt out, confused. “What do you mean—”

He hands you his business card, tilting his head at you. He still has that smile, a mischievous smile that a good boy should never wear. It brings tingles down your spine, makes your head blur. “Well then, see you.”

And then you’re ushered out, like nothing happened.

You’re here for a touch up. You remind yourself as you pace the front of the garage. It’s closed, the lock on the door makes that very evident. There’s not a soul in sight, the silence making you second-guess your decision. 

Oh, fuck it. You’re here for anything but a ‘touch up.’ Telling you to come here after they close…you know damn well what he’s insinuating. And the worst part, the scariest part is that you don’t hate it. No, you’re excited. You’re anxious but excited and you’re totally going to regret this but you’re not at the same time.

You take a deep breath, pulling out Chen’s business card and dialing his number. It rings, and you think he might not pick up.

But then—

“Hello?”

His voice is low and husky through the phone and it makes you shiver. “Hi, Chen. It’s me. I’m outside—”

“Great.” He cuts you off. “I’ll be right there.”

He hangs up, and you wait. You rub your arm, the air pretty chilly now that the sun’s gone. Being here all by yourself feels unsafe, and you hope Chen will be here soon.

He’s a lot quicker than you expected. He looks a little different than when he was in his tattoo parlor. He looked a little more proper when he’s working, wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans. Now, with his hair swept up and a leather jacket on his shoulders, he suddenly looks a thousand times more attractive.

Your heart jumps, and your cheeks warm.

“Hey.” He greets, flashing you a grin.

“Hey.” You greet back, much quieter than he was with a lot more shyness sprinkled in. 

He takes a step towards you, as if seeing you’ll run away. You don’t. He tilts his head at you, smiling again. “Ready?”

No. Yes. You nod.

He takes your hand, his motions slow and smooth like he’s done this a million times. And he might’ve. He starts walking down the road, the feeling of his hand in yours almost too perfect. He’s warm and gentle, and your heart won’t stop hammering.

“Where are we going?” You ask, not being able to stand the silence, no matter how comfortable it was. You can’t stand listening to your rapid heartbeats, because you’re sure as hell he can hear it too.

“To a hotel.” He answers.

He brings you to a nearby hotel, checking in. It’s elegant, but definitely not high class. As you go up the elevator and make your way to your room, it’s silent. Your hands are still linked, but yours are getting sweaty and you feel so embarrassed by what you’re doing.

He unlocks the door with the keycard, leading you in. The room is dark, and has a musky scent. The door clicks shut behind you, locking.

“You sure about this?” Chen asks, holding both your hands in his gently. You can’t see him very well, but his voice is soft and soothing. “You can leave now if you want.”

You should. You should definitely leave if you’re sane and rational but you’re anything but that right now. You shake your head slowly, squeezing his hands. “I’m sure.”

Your face feels so hot right now, your whole body on fire. In the darkness, you’re anticipating it even more than usual, your senses heightened and you’re so nervous, so nervous.

But then you feel him take a step forward, his breath fanning across your cheeks and your body responds so eagerly, your excitement and nervousness spiking.

His hands trail up your arms, barely touching your skin and leaving goosebumps in his wake. You can feel him smile as he leans in, lips pressing against yours.

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[gg-astrology]

Hiiii. Correct me if I’m off but idk if there’s a thing with air signs and gift giving? The last run episode had me soft with how sentimental hobi and jimin went with their gifts. And jk a little too with the disposable camera? Because of his air venus maybe? Just a thought!

Hey there!! 💗💕💗💕 This is so cool because!!! the last run episode definitely had me mushing about hoseok’s pisces mercury/venus for a while ;u; 💗💕 Jimin and Hobi’s relationship really is so cute.. I saw this twt a while ago and I wanted to share the link here !!!💗💕 Usually I don’t see hobi’s pisces mercury that much, but here you can actually tell he has a pisces mercury and it’s super cute ksskksksks 💗💕💗💕

Gift Giving - Hobi, Jimin, Jungkook Brief ⬇️

Y know!!! 💗💕 I know when we talk about gift-giving we usually focus on earthians, BUT air signs are really underrated in how they’re actually pretty great gift givers?? Like it’s no big deal but when they actually get you a gift you’re just so touched and they DELIVER!! 💗💕💗💕 

It’s pretty!! straight-forward and it makes you so happy when they do because it’s not?? like weighed down with stuff, it’s just !!! you can SEE and the way you react/appreciate it is good enough!!! It’s NOT vague!! or like, ‘oh here’s something I know you’ll use/something very basic about you that’s ‘acceptable’’ – there’s nothing subpar like that, it’s either do well (exceed expectations) or DON’T  and I ?? appreciate that?? 

I do think it’s a little more understandable with JK with how he’s really thoughtful + considerate (god all his VIRGO!! that VIRGO MERCURY!!!) plus he DOES have his libra venus trine aquarius jupiter making him pretty fair, kind and trying to be just with those around him (in a way that he can consistently carry through/develop as needed - not too much that he won’t be able to handle expectations others have of him to keep being ‘nice’ to them/carry through) y know the idea of– like, the members teasing him about not buying presents for them? If you think about this, it’s kinda like the idea of setting the bar low. So you can always exceed expectations if need be, but like!! boundaries y know!! Plus aries saturn!! doing things if and what you want!!! no social constructs or social expectations holding you down!! autonomy!!!!💗💕💗💕 

Hobi has an exalted venus (Pisces Venus) conjunct his Mercury and Saturn, so when he gives his gift, it’s a little more sentimental + may have to be thought about alot before giving it to the person (thoughts on his part, effort etc. SATURN!!! ESPECIALLY with his sun/mars in Aquarius like damn!! When that Saturn aka ruler of Aquarius in Pisces!!! that’s some good shit!!! Caps/Aquas with Pisces Saturn?? delicious!! absolutely delicious!!! Look at tae and hobi!!!) 

Usually we talk about – Taurus, especially in the Moon being into self-care and looking after themselves emotionally. It’s not considered social technically, since Taurus in the Moon isn’t the same as Taurus in Venus. What this means is, a lot of the time we can often see Hobi in an avalanche of objects/clothes/things, but we don’t usually see it being ‘given’ to others per say (even though he’s probably a very giving person anyways- since his Venus is still exalted in Pisces!!) 

However, his Taurus Moon is squaring his Pisces Venus/Mercury/Saturn as well (although it’s out of sign since Taurus/Pisces are usually sextiled). So it might be hard for him to always deliver sentimentality from the heart all the time without cringing/facing emotional difficulties there - but there’s other forms of expression (sensual touch/physicality or being ‘there’ for others/listening to them) that could always express this through and the members probably KNOW that he cares about them alot, genuinely and sincerely. From how he acts alone. 💗💕

And with Jimin, I do think with his Sun/Moon/Mercury being trine to each other– plus that extra trine from his Mercury to Uranus (but Venus square Uranus) - he may like surprising people with things, but he might not like being surprised back! 💗💕 Although he does have a detriment Venus – I do think because he has a lot of cardinal in him (and that scorpio energy in his venus/mars giving him that drive/reaction) –gift giving can be an expression of appreciation that isn’t too much or too little, once you give it to someone seeing what they do with it/how they use it is up to them - which is a part of seeing other people’s reaction to the gift (scorpio venus) and how they operate the things as well! 💗💕

Y know.. like I think the run ep you mention is very interesting because it’s a great look at how they all have different ways of giving and expressing their love for one another. What they appreciate, what they think about, what they want to deliver for others. I do think there’s still distinction between – Jimin, Hobi and Jk as the ones who actually gave ‘sentimental gifts’ during the episode which is an interesting point to make!!! 💗💕

What they (as the gift giver) expects from the other when they see their gift being delivered can be different! 💗💕 i.e. you can see that Hobi was anxiously looking for Jimin’s minute reaction to his gift!! that pisces energy!!! love that!! 💗💕 and Jimin being nervous giving Taehyung his gift, before handing it over after explaining his reasonings and stuff (disclaimers - damn that libra) but him seeing the bears be used as the album cover (for a purpose) later was probably very fulfilling for his libra (cardinal) and scorpio (observing) to see!! 

JK was less about!! the reaction of the person to be fair, like yeah it’s important that the person feels good about the gift - but more than that, the gift speaks for itself (virgos, damn) 

I do think!!! that air signs definitely deserve more recognition with their gift-giving abilities because they are so spot on!! 💗💕 especially with libras being associated to.. hm, well material things. We should probably think of them as being good at picking up gifts for others because of that too once they know how to tune in/use that? It’s a lot more about the social aspect of Venus than the material aspect that Taurus usually looks after/talks about (sensuality, hmkfmskslm Hobi’s taurus moon) – but anyways!! these are!! 💗💕💗💕 so interesting to talk about!! 💗💕💗💕

[starkendgame]

okay so i saw endgame twice last weekend

there’s spoilers ahead y’all so i suggest scrolling on by if u haven’t watched

anyways

here are my thoughts and they’re all over the place so

- first hawkeye scene was already so sad also do i sense a kate bishop??

- tony teaching nebula how to play paper flick football was the so cute i love their dynamic

- also seeing how caring nebula was during that time oh man i am soft

- okay but how did carol just happen to come across tony and nebula’s ship???? like there’s a whole universe,,, and she just found it??

- “i lost the kid” had me ready to cry so fast

- rocket responding to being called a build-a-bear with “maybe i am” snsksjkd

- tony’s snap at cap was so valid and i think he needed to let all that out and cap really needed to hear that

- also i like that they gave him credit for his warning that the world needed a suit of armor because it shows some dummies that he created ultron with good intentions

- support group cap is a good concept and also kinda sad bc we know sam was also a support group leader

- this is an unpopular opinion and people will definitely disagree with me but carols new haircut was not doing things for her

- nat crying over clint made me big sad especially the second time around

- honestly i really liked nat in this movie more than others, her character really shows some depth

- i swear i’m going to get 3000 tattooed on me somewhere that shit HURTED

- on that note morgan stark is the most adorable little girl i’ve ever seen and dad!tony deserved to be a concept for more than 5 years (or 5 minutes from an audience point of view)

- like if you didn’t hear “define lunch or be desintagrated” and immediately melt ur a liar

- scott running around the vanished memorial in panic is :(

- okay cassie looks way to old for just a 5 year time jump im sorry someone had to say it

- hulk/banner is so fucking weird it’s so uncomfortable but also it didn’t bother me to the extent where i wanted it changed bc it was pretty funny

- also him giving scott tacos had me rolling

- thor bod is okay and i think shitting on him for it is mean we all acknowledged that he’d been through a lot after infinity war

- “shit”

- tony inventing time travel super casually? iconic.

- tony also creating a gauntlet in a hot second even though thanos had to fatty go to nidavellir and use some special ass metal to get his? even more iconic.

- all the domestic scenes where the avengers just sit around trying to figure out where to make their jumps and nat with her little notepad and bruce going “shut the front door” all of it was so good

- alright here’s the tea the thor we know and love would not just ignore loki when he went back in time he’d have exactly the same reaction as when his mother showed up

- their whole relationship that was built in ragnarok just fucking died and i refuse to accept that

- also seeing loki made me very happy and very sad i miss that dramatic little bitch

- also i love frigga

- america’s ass

- literally imagine checking out ur own ass and being like “damn,,” while ur friends also do the same

- “i can do this all day” “yeah i know” was solid fucking comedy even he’s tired of it

- “hail hydra” was also so good that bitch really took full advantage of being from the future he was so proud of himself

- i feel like nebula perhaps could have warned nat and clint about vormir but idk

- nat is so fucking important and deserved better, no memorial? no funeral? really?

- honestly and this is a problematic opinion but i wish it was clint and not nat because marvel wasnt doing enough with his character anyways and nat was such an integral part of the team in so many ways and it’s kind of terrible that i think this bc clint has a family but nat was honestly the heart of the team

- but she did so good and i’m proud of her she really died a hero’s death and she needs recognition

- the broken shield like how it was in tony’s vision is rough

- cap lifting mjolnir??????? Wack

- shuri yesssss i really hope she has a bigger role later in the avengers but im upset tony didn’t get to meet her he would’ve loved her :(

- the scene when everyone came back and it was just everyone in one place was such an experience like man the goosebumps

- also seeing peter for the first time back made my heart swell i love that boy

- tony and pepper iron couple is everything i needed thank you

- tony and petey reunion <3

- but also i felt like peters lines during their reunion were a just the slightest bit odd but that’s just the script not toms acting

- scott looking at hope when she calls steve “cap”

- the fact that cap called peter “queens” is really cute and overlooked also pepper calling him “kid” like tony does

- the girl team up WHEW chile can i tell u i was smiling so big that shit had me SHOOK at first but then it occurred to me how unlikely it is that they would all end up in the same spot and that was completely there just to make fans have the exact reaction we’re all having and so they could score brownie points i’m sorry i had to say it

- okoye is hands down the most badass woman out there no powers no armor no shield no suit no fancy tech she’s just out there kicking ass with her spear and i appreciate her

- also this might be dumb but if carol is the strongest of all of them, why couldn’t she use the gauntlet and perhaps survive

- also it’s just stupid that they acted that carol was going to be such a big part of the movie but she was there for maybe 2 hot seconds

- seeing that crusty purple small dick grape finally get dusted was all kinds of satisfying

- “we won mr stark” “i’m sorry tony” and “you can rest now” fucking destroyed me thanks

- i’m going to fucking miss tony so much i’ve cried so much

- he’s literally been my favorite superhero for 11 years Fuck

- proof that tony stark has a heart also destroyed me bitch i am GRIEVING

- who’s gonna make the abnoxious sarcastic witty comments now Bitch the mcu lost so much with the death of tony stark

- also i really hope they show peter having some issues after all this i think it’s only realistic there’s a lot of trauma he went through

- harleyyyyyyy :)

- cheeseburgers :(

- also speaking of harley can he pick up the genius invention slack in the future i think that’d be so good

- queen brunnhilde <3 ur gonna do great

- where’s gamora?? also her timeline has got to be super fucked up now

- is thor gonna be in guardians 3??

- also it’s a bit upsetting that even with the snap that brought everyone back, half thor’s people are still dead bc they died before the snap

- ned and petey reunion <3

- caps ending has me a little conflicted because yes it’s nice that he got his happy life and everything but i am gonna be one of those people who thinks it’s a bit out of character

- also if i’m being honest, tony and caps endings should’ve been switched i feel like, tony really needed to be able to have his happy ending and stop blaming himself and living with that guilt i think he deserved that closure and also having that character on standby for future movies seems super useful to push some plots forward?

- and with cap his whole thing was that he really wasn’t supposed to live past that plane crash and i felt like if his character was gonna go out it would be the way that tonys did bc i mean the man stood up in front of a whole freakin army before he knew help was coming

- that aside i think bucky should’ve gotten the shield, mostly because i think that’s only fair but also sam already has falcon, but all bucky has is the winter soldier and that has all types of bad shit attached to it so idk i think to make him captain would’ve been better

- i do think bucky knew what cap was gonna do he literally said “i’m gonna miss you” before he left even though he was supposed to have been back in 5 seconds his time and he didn’t look freaked out at all when he didn’t also he told sam to go ahead and talk to steve that bitch Knew

- also the sun didn’t fucking shine and i’m pissed they completely fucking desreguarded his entire monologue in that scene

- if tony and nat don’t get big ass memorial statues im going to sue

- also i hope peter and morgan have a cute sibling relationship please it’s what we need

- the sound of the first iron man suit being built at the end really got me and it was only 2 seconds of Sound

- but i wish we got an actual end credit scene like scenes with tony and morgan or something that teases far from home or some homage to the A6 idk it was underwhelming to not have a scene

- also i can’t watch any marvel movies now without being REALLY sad so there’s that i’m a little bit of a disaster

- i think overall this movie overlooked a lot of development that went on before hand and in that sense i think it lost a lot, but in terms of how the story went down i think it was good there was just a few things i wish they added (thor and loki ahem ahem) and honestly the movie should’ve been longer w an interlude but it was good + worth the watch i’m just a huge emotional wreck

- (also a side note: i’ve seen some people questioning why others are so upset over these fictional characters and it’s because yes we have attachments to the characters but also the actors, and after the characters die the actors won’t be in any more of these movies and we won’t see any more of their content or interaction with the rest of the cast and that shit is sad we’re gonna miss them so there are some tears)

[eyoricka]

Orpheus part 1

I know I still have request to write but that idea pop up in my mind and I really wanted to do it! it is inspired by the myth of Orpheus, it will be in two parts this one is fluffy and the second one will be angsty (that will be the part connected with Orpheus). There are probably mistakes because I hadn’t really time to check it so if you see some tell me so I can fix them!

words: 1900

warnings: none 

You had met Theseus few months after graduating from Hogwarts. Obviously, you had seen him sometime at school since you were just two years younger than him, but you never talked. You had no reason, you were sorting in different houses, not hanging out with the same crowd, you never were a prefect so never even have to do some patrols with him. The only think you were aware was his reputation of perfect boy in every single way: the smartest kid at school, a fair head boy, a real gentleman who never plays with hearts.

So, when you first had an encounter with him, your expectations were high, and you weren’t disappointed. You were working as art curator for the ministry of magic. They weren’t many jobs because most of wizards who were also artists had bequeathed their masterpiece to muggle museums since the recognition of wizard artists was pretty new. You had to give to the minister of magic a file regrouping all the alive wizards who created masterpiece and make it signed to allow them to touch a compensation for all the time they spent making art without earning money and being recognized. You were waiting in front of his office waiting for him nervously. He was late which wasn’t such a surprise. When he finally let you him, he was rather charming and enchanted by the work you had done. As he was about to sign the door busted opened and Theseus entered. He profusely apologized saying that it was a rather urgent concern and the minister asked you to leave them together. You nodded and left the room without your signed paper hoping that you would quickly get it back.

You were pacing around in your office waiting for an owl from the minister giving you your precious paper. It has been four hours since your quick meeting and you couldn’t really understand what took him so much time. you had tried to resonate yourself thinking that he was busy with an urgent concern however four hours seemed long enough to discuss the issue and just sign a little paper. Actually, he could have signed it before telling you to go. The worst thing was that you had nothing to do, since you needed the paper to take further step into the procedure, so you were left at your office with nothing to do. You refused to leave the room afraid to miss the owl and you felt like a lion in a cage. You chuckled imagining that it would certainly be a good artistic performance to show that people were slave of their work and all. During the four hours you had tried several time to read or select some pieces of art for the exhibition that would take place at the ministry in honor of the opening of the first museum dedicated to wizard painters in five months but you couldn’t focus. Damn paper, damn minister and mostly damn Scamander and his important problem. One hour passed by and you were getting even more bored and annoyed. You suddenly heard someone knocked at your door and you regained your composure, in a nice voice you said: “the door is open, enter” and were faced with Theseus. He smiled widely at you and you rose an eyebrow, wondering what he was doing here, it is not like he needed an art specialist in his job. “What can I do for you, Scamander?” you asked politely. “Please Y/N, call me Theseus” he replied shortly, and you hid your confusion, how did he know your name. “I’ve that for you” he added, handed you your precious paper. You grinned at him, truly happy to have it and thinking that he probably had read your name at the top of the official document. “Thank you!” you exclaimed putting the paper on your desk and grabbing a pen and an envelope ready to send to the officials who had to pay the artists. You were about to write the address when you noticed that the auror was still here and you frowned not trying to hide your perplexity this time. You looked at him in the eyes, waiting for him to say something. He remained silent, putting a hand in his soft brown curls. Eventually he spoke up: “I want to apologize because I kinda interrupt your meeting and you like waiting a all afternoon for that paper because of me. So how can I make up for this?” You kindly smiled at him, the attention was truly sweet “You don’t have to Scamander, I mean Theseus, I have the paper that is all that matters now! But I appreciate your gesture.” He nodded and turned to leave. You sat in your chair and began to write the address and fold the paper when you realized that you hadn’t hear the door opened and then closed. You rose your head still facing a nervous Theseus. The view was surprising, you never imagined that you would see the man tensed. to be honest you never imagined the man at all, but he always seemed so confident, his actual state took you a bit aback. When he realized that you were staring at him, he opened and closed his mouth several times like he wanted to say something, but the words were caught in his throat. After few seconds looking like a fish he eventually managed to say rather quickly “I really want to make up, like I was thinking I could take you to a café or paying you a dinner. You obviously don’t have to say yes, I mean I would understand if you say no, we barely know each other or at least you barely know me Y/N. Because personally I always found you adorable in Hogwarts, so I certainly know more that I want to admit about you. Merlin, I sound just like a creep, it is one more reason for you to refuse this date. I just said date, I am sorry it doesn’t have to be one, it can be whatever you want or nothing at all. I don’t want to impose you anything, it just that I have finally the occasion…” You looked at him with bewildered eyes, you never expected such a rambling from him, and you blushed several time during his speech. You clearly never thought that the perfect boy that everybody wanted to date at Hogwarts could have found you adorable. you lost yourself in your own head and when you snapped out of your trance, Theseus was silent, crimson, waiting for you to say something. “I would love that Theseus and it can totally be a date. The point of a date is to know each other well and even if you think you know I am pretty sure I can surprise you and I will get to know you. And anyway, a date doesn’t necessarily mean a serious relationship after so yeah with pleasure, let me just send that paper and we can go.” You sent him a lovely smile, pretty proud of your confident answer. Years of working on your confidence had finally paid.

The date went well, better than you could have imagined. Theseus brought you to a small coffee place he liked, and you fall in love with the place. It was small, cozy, the staff was attentive but not in an overwhelming way. They baked some really good pastries too and your mouth watered just thinking of them. This date lead to another and to others and to dating. You grew incredible close to each other. You never figured that you would trust someone with all your heart in so little time. However, it felt wonderful. You could say anything to him he would listen carefully, he would give you advices and support you no matter what. When you got a promotion after the successful opening of two museum in the magic world, he could be prouder of his little gummy bear. He used to call you that after discovering in your kitchen a cupboard full of candies. After two years of dating you were sure that you couldn’t be happier, you had a fulfilling career, an amazing boyfriend you moved in a cute cottage, a loving family… but you were wrong.

One night you were getting back from work later than usual. It took you an eternity to convince a plastic artist that it was better to have his exhibition in May rather than during the summer vacation. As you unlocked your door you were greeted by silence which was surprising, you thought that Theseus would have finished work before you today and he always waited for in the living room, running to the door as soon as he heard your key in the keyhole. But he probably had an emergency and was finish late, those kinds of stuffs weren’t unusual. You hung your coat and made your way to the kitchen to prepare you a hot tea. But as you passed by the stairs you noticed magically burning candles making a path to your shared bedroom. You smirked internally, so he was in that mood. You made your way to the room indicated by the candles. On the door there was a small envelop. You opened it and inside there was a cute love note saying “besides muffins, you’re my favorite thing in the world” and your heart melted. You opened the door expecting to find your boyfriend, but the room was pitch black. You switched on the light and instead of the normal light, some fairy lights on the wall lighten up revealing the walls covered in picture of you and Theseus giving a good overview of your relationship. There were some from your third date at a concert, some he snapped of you at work, one your parents took when you introduced him to them, some from official events, some from your vacation in New Zealand and Mozambique. You were lost in happy memories when you felt two arms around your waist and snuggled against your boyfriend. He brushed some hair behind your ears and kissed your forehead in a lovely way. In a matter of seconds, he was on one knee, revealing a small velvet box. He opened it with caution, revealing a magnificent yet minimalist ring. “Y/N Y/L/N, you are everything that makes me happy, I just need to be by your side to feel happiness, to know that everything will always be okay. Will you make me the honor to be my spouse?” You threw yourself in his arms whispering to him “That would be an honor for me”. he hugged you tight like that for an eternity and you never wanted to leave those arms even if you would have to prepare the wedding.

[flying-elliska]

salut ellie! someone once asked you about your writing and you recommended falling in love with language and finding ways of writing you love. i was wondering, what books and/or writing styles are you in love with? it's just so interesting to know what somehow had an impact on the way you're writing bc i honestly adore your style

wow do you remember that ? that is such a flattering question oh my god. well, i’m still working on it. some of my favorites are (i’m very eclectic lmao) : 

- His Dark Materials (it’s a fantasy book series ‘for kids’ but it’s actually insanely deep and philosophic) is pretty much the first book series that made me fall in love with stories, and made me want to write. I think I found it when I was 10, and it completely shaped me. It’s so ambitious and clever, it never talks down to the reader, brings up those amazing worlds and philosophical concepts and is still accessible to kids. Most of all it is so committed to atmosphere, to making it vivid, to really make you go through what the characters are. I’m thinking of it and I can remember exactly certain passages in an almost sensory way : the witch Serafina Pekkala describing what it feels like to feel the Aurora Borealis on her bare skin as she is flying through the arctic. The polar bear Iorek giving Lyra frozen moss to help bandage his wounds after a battle. The grilled poppy heads that the Jordan College scholars at Oxford eat during a meeting. The little Gallivespians on their dragonflies and the way the sun reflects off their poisonous spurs. That’s how you make a story stick ; that’s how you can put in deep stuff without ever making it boring. I am so excited they’re making a tv series because that shit deserves some recognition. And I mean the whole plot about the importance of stories, free will, the horror of religious fundamentalism....always relevant. Philip Pullman’s stuff is great in general, I love his Sally Lockhart series, which is more adult and adventure focused, and is a great deal of fun. And of course, the sequel to HDM he’s been putting out recently. 

- I spent a lot of my teen years reading either crime novels or historical novels. (When I think of some of the stuff I read when I was 13 I’m like oh my god what were my parents doing lmao some of that was really horrible.) And I think it gave me a good feeling for suspense and setting, and how important tension is. One of my all time faves is Andrea Japp. She is a French writer who does mostly crime, involving complex/monstrous woman characters and a very sensory, poetic approach to language, often involving food, plants and poisons. My favorite by her is the “Season of the Beast”/Agnès de Souarcy chronicles, which is a crime series set in medieval times, with a cool independent lady at its core, crimes in a monastery, and this very gloomy end of times vibe that I love. I also read a lot of Scandi Noir stuff, I love the kind of ...laconic approach to life. And again : vibe. Vibe is so important. And Sherlock Holmes stories. I love the Mary Russell series that take place in that universe and are basically a big Mary Sue self insert guilty pleasure but are just. So much fun. 

- I like poetry a lot - not stuff that is too wordy, but something short, sharp and vivid. i think reading poetry is essential to feeding your inner ‘metaphor culture’. I love Mary Oliver. Rimbaud, too, that I read at 17 and rocked my world. One of my underrated faves is  Hồ Xuân Hương, a Vietnamese poet from the 18th century who was adept at using nature metaphors to hide both erotic stuff, irreverent jokes, and political criticism, and correspond with all the great scholars of her time under a pseudonym. Badass.  Recently I bought ‘Soft Science’ by Franny Choi, which is about cyborgs, having a female body, emotions and politics and it’s absolutely brilliant. 

- I love reading fairy tales, too. Currently reading (i always read a lot of books at once lol) Angela Carter’s Book of Fairy Tales, basically fairy tales for grown ups, collected from folklore all over the world, with an amazing kind of gruesome humor and wisdom. Norse mythology is also so damn funny. That one bit with Thor dressing up as a bride or Loki’s shenanigans...amazing. And I like fantasy, I find it very soothing to read for some reason, my fave has to be Robin Hobb and her Realm of the Elderlings series. And Terry Pratchett, especially the series with Death or the Witches. Just brilliant. Neil Gaiman too. 

- I tend to be very impatient when it comes to literary fiction, I find a lot of it is self-indulgent, dreary. I’m a genre reader through and through, I need to be amazed. I loved ‘the Elegance of the Hedgehog’ by Muriel Barbery though. Some stuff by Amélie Nothomb, Virginie Despentes occasionally (they’re French writers with a very dark, wry approach to life, tho the first is more polished acid and the second very punk rock). And ‘Special Topics in Calamity Physics’ by Marisha Pessl is pretentious as hell but a lot of fun, if you like dark academia. Salman Rushdie has a way with language that is amazing. 

- I read a lot of non-fiction. At the moment : the Cabaret of Plants (about the symbolic/socio historical meaning of plants and how they shaped history) by Richard Mabey and ‘Feminist Fight Club’ by Jessica Bennett. One I absolutely love is ‘the Botany of Desire’ by Michael Pollan in which he traces the history of four plant species (apple, potato, cannabis, tulip) and how they impacted us as much as we impacted them. I was obsessed with plants for most of my life as you can see lol (my mother is a herbalist and I wanted to become a botanist for quite a while.). Also philosophy/anthropology in little bits. I love Tim Ingold. Things about witches. Anything by Rebecca Solnit is incredible. 

- I’ve been reading a lot of YA recently, because it’s fun and quick and keeps me reading, and has a lot of good female characters. Big fave recently : Jane Unlimited by Kristin Cashore. It’s about a young bisexual woman who’s grieving and comes to this weird house full of doors, each of which leads to a different path in life, and we follow her through each choice she can potentially make, each of one becomes a different genre of story : creepy ghost story, spy story, sci-fi, cute romance, etc. It’s so innovative and it’s a story that is also bisexual culture at its core. Also I absolutely love love love love love (etc forever) the Raven Cycle series by Maggie Stiefvater. What she does with language is just so cool, because she stays simple and efficient but uses her metaphors in such a fulgurant, vivid way. Some of her lines are just. bam! genius. #goals. Also Ronan Lynch is probably THE character that helped me the most with my coming out. He’s one of my forever faves.  Of course Harry Potter, lmao, I was of the generation that pretty much grew up with him, the last book came out when I was 17. JK Rowling really should just stop rn. But I learned so much from those, about the importance of making your story feel like home, and having a clear emotional journey. And Harry is such a sarcastic little shit, I love him. And I love a Series of Unfortunate Events too, the darkly funny tone of it, the celebration of knowledge and resilience. 

- I think in terms of the classics (I had to read in school lmao), I do like Victor Hugo a lot even though some of his stuff just doesn’t fucking stop. I also like Balzac and his Comédie Humaine, he’s very observant, mean and funny when it comes to people (even though it’s depressing.) Colette is my grandma’s fave writer and she is a rockstar, I love her (also hella bi culture). Jane Austen is great, I read Pride and Prejudice in one night straight, I was so hooked. Love Jane Eyre too. I read On the Road by Jack Kerouac while hopped up on opioid pain killers and that’s probably the only way to appreciate it, but it did mark me.  

- But to be completely fucking candid, I probably read the most fanfic nowadays still. Esp since I got to college, I need to unwind when I read, and having characters you already know can be so comforting. Now, of course, there’s a lot of fanfic that is just fluff (nothing wrong with that) but I honestly really believe in the literary value of fanfic. Because some of that shit simply just really slaps and is well written. But also as a genre on its own : you just simply don’t get so much emotional nuance, and depth in most other things. Because these are characters we already know and the writers are not afraid to be self-indulgent and plot is secondary, we see shades of things that we never see anywhere else, we see relationships developping in the small things and wow that shit is breathtaking, bro, sometimes. The art of infinite variation on a theme. Even though a lot of fic writers could use a bit of stricter editing, and do stuff a bit too many unnecessary details in here, so does Victor Hugo soooooooo....

lol i could go on forever. i love book soooo much. uni kinda killed my reading appetite, I used to read several books a week when I was in middle school. hope i can get back there (although maybe not as much bc i have a life now lol.) but thinking about everything i have yet to read makes me sooooo happy. I want to get more into sci-fi, English lit classics. Basically I like stuff that’s witty, dark, political, hedonistic, with dry humor, but a warm heart. Stories that celebrate knowledge, curiosity and human weirdness. And that gets to the point. When I get bored by a book, I put it down, because I just don’t have the time. I also hate writers where you can tell that they think they’re better than other people. Misanthropy is boring. Thank you for this question anon I had a blast

[jj-ktae]

Millennials - Part 1 -

Title: Millennials Genre: Fluff, romance Pairing: Kim Yugyeom x You Summary: Life is made of stages and each of them is a hard push on the back, forcing you to forge ahead. You’re facing your biggest crisis, and then there’s him, who lives from day to day. Of course he does, he is just a kid. Words: 3254 Warning: Small age difference. Yugyeom x Noona Reader.

- Teaser - 

Part I

Here it goes again. The two old ladies brought cakes from the bakery next door.

They’re not for you, though.

You sit back on your chair behind the counter, arms crossed over your chest. You hate Sundays.

Yugyeom is a student and takes the week-end shifts -along with three nights during the week, and since you’re one of the youngest employees, you must take these week-end shifts too. No one wants to work on a fine Sunday morning.

“Here, eat a lot! Such a young boy doing his best, you need to eat!” one of the lady almost forces the cake into Yugyeom’s mouth, and you hope he is going to choke on it.

“Thank you, grandma!” he says excitedly and one of the woman hits him lightly on the shoulder, while the other grabs another piece to feed him.

Disgusting.

“You can call me aunty! I’m not that old!” She giggles like a young girl and Yugyeom is supposed to answer, but the other lady stuffs his mouth some more and when he almost chokes – and it tears a triumphal smile off your face – she turns to you.

“You, get me water!” She orders and you start hitting the inside of your mouth with your tongue to prevent you from insulting the trio.

“No it’s fine!” But Yugyeom is quick to react, and you’re too mad to notice how embarrassed he is as he turns around to smile. “I’ll get it.” He walks away from the ladies who start frowning at you because you let the precious Kim Yugyeom get water by himself.

He goes back to the ladies and receives a bag full of more food, along with drinks and taps on the shoulders before the ladies approach you with annoyed faces.

You’re about you announce the price but one of them cuts you, her smile devilish. “So young but your skin is so dry…” she clicks her tongue numerous times and smiles at the other lady who throws a bill without even glancing at your face.

These old dried plums.

“Thank you for coming…” You try to keep it professional and bow because they are just old ladies. You can’t get mad at them.

You’d rather blame Yugyeom for being annoyingly sugary with them instead of firm. He always does this and this is what happens then, clients treat you like shit.

“Sorry about that.” The latter puts his heavy bag behind the counter as soon as the ladies are gone. You barely listen to him, busy touching your face. Is your skin that dry?

“I just…I didn’t know how to make them go away.” You hear a faint chuckle and when you turn around, Yugyeom is blushing. “do you want food? Drinks? There’s way too much…” he glances inside the bag and hands you a small bottle of lemonade with a smile.

He is always like this. He still didn’t get the part where his ridiculously cute face doesn’t work with you.

You turn around and point one of the alley, you face blank, “No, but you can go and finish sorting the cans. It’s messy and there are scattered boxes everywhere.” You sound strict, and this is exactly your attention. Yugyeom doesn’t answer, and you don’t even try to see what he is doing, but you hear him put the bottle back into the bag.

The next thing you see is him running to the said alley, bowing on the way. “Sorry, noona!”

You grunt when you’re sure he can’t see it. You hate his bubbly self so damn much.

It’s a typical day at work with Kim Yugyeom. He works and doesn’t complain, offers food, drinks, smiles, and goes back home when he is done.

Yugyeom has to know you can’t stand him, but never does he talk back and always keeps on being nice, maybe in hope that you’ll eventually start being kind with him. You don’t think about it too much; you have enough problems to deal with this annoying brat and you couldn’t care less if he ever discovers that you hate him.

That day, when everything is done and there’s no customers you decide to clean the storehouse because your boss wanted it done by Monday and it was better than wait for something to happen next to Yugyeom. The tiny room is a mess, and there are boxes everywhere, from the ground to the shelving’s top shelf. You start from the bottom, counting and sorting merchandises. You trip while trying to get up and cut your finger against a way too sharp piece of plastic but you don’t give up, determined to finish this. At least you don’t have to deal with customers and have time for yourself.

Progressively, everything goes back in order, and you keep track of every item, noting how many there are and checking the expiry dates. You but the boxes back on the empty shelves, clapping your hand to clean them off the dust.

And then you need to take these boxes. The ones you can’t grab no matter how high you stand on your toes. It’s ridiculously high, and you almost fall while trying to jump to get to their level. You think about giving up. If you can’t reach these, no one will so it’s unlikely for your boss to find out. After all, you did enough for today.

But you hate not finishing things so you try again, gripping the wall and the furniture for support. You’re almost there, you can feel the box brush against your fingers, you only need one tiny centimetre and-

“Wait,” You stop mid-track, ready to turn around and scold Yugyeom for leaving the store without surveillance but he makes you freeze. “You want this?” he asks but doesn’t wait for your answer and you’re quite sure it’s his body you feel behind you, reaching to effortlessly take the box. You feel his chest against your back and decide to blame it on the small surface of the room, and you shiver when he breathes against your ear. “There you go.” You feel his hand against the wall, way too close to your body and you’re trapped for a nano-second, before he steps back. You blink, taking the box from his arms without looking at him. You decide to thank him instead of being a bitch.

Yugyeom doesn’t say more and leaves the room before you can yell at him, and he is so very glad you don’t talk as it gives him the time to go out and calm his beating heart. He fans his burning face and sits behind the counter, hoping you won’t get out of the room to be your usual bitchy self.

He has no idea how he even started loving you.

Well, he isn’t totally clueless, either. He knows himself, he knows he is stupid to the core, dumb to the point of falling in love with a colleague who resents him and who spends her time scolding him for no valid reason. He hates himself for that, and he thought he could stop caring, he thought he could be as cold as you, but he can’t. Whenever you get mad or ignore him, he can only smile and blush.

Kim Yugyeom has no brain.

His best friend told him to stop. Bambam was the first person to officially make fun of him – he had told him that it was crazy to keep on thinking about someone who couldn’t even bear the sight of his face, and Yugyeom agreed at the time, he was determined to make you pay back for your rude behaviour.

And then he saw you cry one day. He saw you miserable in one of the alley after another customer yelled at you for whatever you were apparently not doing right. It’s an ungrateful job, with many demanding people and too little recognition. He didn’t care about this, it was only a way to get money so he might as well do it right, but you were a full-time worker.

And you are so young. Whatever happened for you to be here, crying after a little argument with a customer must be very sad.

And Yugyeom fell in love all over again. He fought his own body that day, so it wouldn’t run and engulf you with all the gentleness he could offer. Instead, he acted like he didn’t see, like he didn’t notice how pained you were.

That day, he knew. He knew he would never act the same way you do. He just couldn’t.

When you were finally finished, you went back into the store, desperately trying to ignore that previous embarrassment. Yugyeom was taking care of a young customer and counting the coins, before smiling sweetly at her. “Thank you for coming.” He bowed, a bit too politely, before turning around and sitting back on his chair.

You didn’t say a work and sat down too, aware there wasn’t much you could do now, except wait for the day to end.

“You can go back home,” Yugyeom says after a while, his eyes still focused on his phone “There’s only one hour left before the boss comes for his night shift, I can stay.” He adds, cautious yet determined.

You honestly hesitate. It’s true you’d like to get out of here, and Yugyeom knows enough to stay on his own for an hour, the boss wouldn’t mind at all. “Are you sure?” it’s tempting, and for once, you’re glad Yugyeom’s idea isn’t some stupid plan to pass time with creepy random play dance competitions.

He looks up when he hears your soft tone and it surprises him. You barely talk to him that way. “Yes. Go and rest.” He likes to think he is taking the lead for once and acting like the eldest one even though he is five years younger than you.

You feel almost guilty. Yugyeom is a part-timer, he must have so much to do. You don’t know his major, but if he is a student, he must have a busy schedule. “Don’t you have…things to do?” You try, before Yugyeom catch your eyes. “Oh, whatever. I’ll go, then.” You put your cold face back on and turn around, scoffing. Why are you even being soft with him?

Yugyeom waits for you to close the store’s door to stop bowing and smiles.

You are so damn cute.

--

Bambam doesn’t know how to deal with Yugyeom. He tried, he really did try to find him a girlfriend, he talked to all of his other friends, he set him up on dates, but nothing worked.

And when he meets with him and see him arrive with a huge grin and feathery steps, he knows Yugyeom is about to no good, or most probably already did no good.

“Bud-dy!” Yugyeom sings, hugging his friend before entering the bar they had planned to meet at. “how is my wonderfully precious best-friend? One beer, please.” He nods at the waitress and sits.

Bambam narrows his eyes at him and takes a sit, cautious. “Did something…happened? Red wine for me.” He tells the waitress and lifts a brow. “What did you do?”

“She smiled at me. She smiled at me and…and…aaaaah…” He starts squealing, his large hands hiding his reddening face. “I might have stuck my body against hers…she was so tiny, trying to reach that top shelf…wow.” Yugyeom has big, bright eyes.

Bambam takes a moment to analyse what his friend said, before lifting a finger. “Hang on…you did what? Please don’t tell me you molested her or something.” Yugyeom is that stupid, it’s true. Everyone would think he is a total heartbreaker but at the end of the day, he is a clumsy kid who watches too many dramas.

Yugyeom stops grinning, his face back on serious mode and he looks mildly offended as he scoffs loudly “Of course not! I just helped her because she was too short to grab a box. I’m not that stupid, Bam.”

“Excuse me, so far you proved nothing else but your undeniable stupidity concerning love.” His friend answers, and Yugyeom barely thanks the waitress as she puts their drinks on the wooden table.

“Funny how you can speak Korean so well when you’re messing with me.” Yugyeom doesn’t let this get to him and his smile comes back instantly. “Anyways. I’m just happy that I could interact with her without being yelled at, is it so wrong?”

Bambam shakes his head, the glass of wine against his lips, before swallowing the deep red liquid. “I was just concerned. So far you failed more than you succeeded, bro. I just want you to be happy so if it makes you happy, I give up. Keep on loving that cold girl.”

“Always so dramatic…” Yugyeom sighs but stops in a flash, and Bambam blinks at him.

“She’s here. What is she doing here? Oh my god Jackson and Jinyoung just came in. What do I do?” Yugyeom starts to panic, but Bambam simply turns around, waving at their friends

“Relax. You don’t want Jackson and Jinyoung to tease you, right?” He gets up and greets the two guys. “How are you always late?”

Jinyoung rolls his eyes, pointing Jackson. “He insisted on driving. But that guy didn’t know how to come, so we drove around until we found there bar. He almost ran over five people.” He sits and sighs, already exhausted.

“Is this how you’re going to treat me, Jinyoungie? Me who is kind enough not to drink just so I can drive you back do your damn home that is one hour away from here?” Jackson sounds irritated but laughs nonetheless, hugging Yugyeom and taking a seat.

“Please do drink, I’m going to use this wonderful and safe system that is public transportation.” Jinyoung continues, and they keep on bickering for a good ten minutes.

Yugyeom is staring at you, who is at the bar with another girl, chatting and drinking what seems to be cocktails.

“Go and talk to her.” Bambam whispers while the two others keep on fighting, but Yugyeom shakes a finger, already blushing like crazy.

“No, she is going to beat me up for annoying her during her free time.” He isn’t daring. He doesn’t have enough guts to get up and greet his colleague. He cares about his life, after all.

“You’re her colleague, there’s nothing wrong with that, stupid!” Bambam insists because this is a good timing. “If you don’t go I’ll make so much noise they’ll have to notice us and she will probably end up hating you for bringing your noisy friends in a bar where she thought she could relax.” he whispers angrily and his thick accent almost scares Yugyeom.

“You don’t know how much I hate you right now.” Yugyeom rubs his face tiredly, taking a sip of his beer before getting up.

“Where are you going?” Jackson stops glaring at Jinyoung and raises a hand at the waitress so she could take their orders.

“Gotta greet a co-worker.” He simply answers, his hands shivering and palms sweaty. He isn’t ready for that. He has enough of the bullying at work to ask for more on a fine evening. It ended well, without you yelling at him, so why would he push his luck to that extend?

You seem to be in a deep conversation when he approaches you, and his presence seems to startles you, because you raise from the bar, back straight as a I.

He waves timidly “Didn’t expect to see you here.” The girl you are with tilts his head at him before eyeing you, and you snap out of your thoughts.

“Naya, meet Yugyeom, one of my co-workers. Naya is my best-friend.” You don’t know why’re introducing someone you know to Yugyeom. You don’t even know how he ended at the same place as you but right now, he can’t stay.

You know what Naya is going to say, you can read it in her eyes.

“Okay...well...I just thought I’d greet you.” Yugyeom tries to run the scene but the girl’s voice makes him stop

“Are you a part-timer? You seem young!” Naya is friendly and for a second, Yugyeom wonders how can this cheerful girl be friends with you.

“Yes. I’m 20.” Yugyeom feels shy suddenly. He didn’t except to be talking about himself.

“Oh, you’re much younger than us, then!” Naya jokes, poking your side and forcing you to crack a smile. “It was nice meeting you then, Yugyeom! Hopefully my friend is not a pain in the-”

“YAH! PARK JINYOUNG!” A deep voice makes the three of you turn around to find Jackson trying grab Jinyoung’s head while Bambam laughs hysterically.

“Looks like they’re having fun.” Naya adds and you nod, going back to your drink in hope it would make Yugyeom go away faster.

“Yeah…these are my friends. Sorry about that.” Yugyeom wonders how you didn’t notice. Bambam came numerous times, but since you always ignored him, that makes sense. You take so little interest in him and everything revolving around him it’s almost scary.

“I’ll go then.” Yugyeom bows deeply three times before running to the table, where Jackson is trying to feed an annoyed Jinyoung with a cheese stick that appeared out of nowhere.

“I’m sorry about that. How did it go?” Bambam asks, leaning slightly. “You’re still in one piece so she didn’t try to kill you, congrats.” He mocks, his locks moving around every time he bobs his head.

“It was great until Jackson yelled.” Yugyeom concludes, letting his head fall on the table with a loud thud.

“I now that look, it’s written all over your face. Save it.” You try not to glance behind you, to change the topic but Naya is stubborn, way too stubborn.

“Listen, he is gorgeous. Gorgeous and freaking tall. Why didn’t you tell me you were working with that guy?” Naya takes a falsely offended tone, her hands grabbing her own glass to take a tiny sip.

“Because I hate that guy. He is 20, he has a stupid permanent grin and is very dumb. I didn’t know you were interested in such guys, Naya.” She must be crazy for thinking that this guy was attractive.

Well, Yugyeom is attractive, too bad you want to beat him up most of the time.

“Look, I’m not asking for personal purpose. All I’m saying is that you should definitely try to get closer to him. Did you see the way he is looking at you? I melted, he looked so shy.” Naya beams on her seat, making you feel like throwing up, suddenly.

“I spend too much time ignoring him for him to look at me with something else than fear. Now can you finish what you were telling me about that holyday next summer?” You change the subject and thank all the gods that Naya has such a short attention span, because she proceeds to talk about what she planned for the both of you with great enthusiasm.

Is it true? How was he even looking at me?

You stop listening to your friend to think about what she said but inwardly chuckle at her inventive personality. You turn around slowly to check whatever the hell Yugyeom is doing, still not believing for a second that he could be interested in you.

But your mind stops functioning when you instantly find Yugyeom’s intense eyes.

He is already looking at you.

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[eerythingisshaka]

#Fictober Day 22

“I know how you love to play games.”

(M’Baku x Black!OC)

Word Count: 1.1k

“I’m going to ask you again.  Did you sleep with him?”  M’Baku asks Jada, glaring at her from across the room.

Jada scoffs rolling her eyes.  “Is that all you think about?”

“It is what I suspect, and I would think you would be truthful and outright about it had it not happened.”  M’Baku replies, nostrils flaring with impatience.

Jada stands up to slowly pace the floor.  “I never understood how men put so much precedence on sex being the absolute betrayal of a partner.  Like, of all things, THAT is what makes your blood boil.”

M’Baku leans on his knees while sitting on the windowsill, trying to control his breath.  “Everyday, I go out and I work hard.  I beat my body to the ground trying to establish myself as the head and maintain honor.  Then the one person who I am supposed to be my true self, my most intimate with, has given herself away to another.”

“You aren’t your truest self with me!  You may have a while ago, but now I do not see a difference between M’Baku in the field and M’Baku at home.  I am not one of your men to command and direct, I am your partner.  At least, I am supposed to be, but you do not talk anymore!”  Jada exclaims in fury.

“Where is this anger coming from?  To yell at me?  Are you crazy??  When I am the one who should be yelling, seeing you getting out of another man’s transportation vehicle that I know nothing of.  Do you know what that made me feel like?!”  M’Baku gets up, striding across the room in only a couple steps, towering over Jada.

Jada laughs.  “You are something else.  You and your pride are the real ones in love.  You can’t stand when things don’t go perfectly in accordance to your vision.  It just pains you so much that I am not your perfect image of a Jabari wife, eh?”   Jada stands her ground in front of him.  “You want to know who that was?”

M’Baku squares off his shoulders.  “I know how you love to play games.  Please, humor me.”

Jada licks her lips, standing right under his nose.  “What if...it was your King T’Challa….or maybe W’Kabi?  Oh, that one Jabari warrior who just joined the ranks was cute.  I honestly can’t keep up anymore.”

M’Baku shakes his head, saying softly, “...whore…”

Jada smacks M’Baku expertly across his cheek.  He doesn’t flinch or stir, just maintains his eye contact on her as his skin throbs.

Jada points a finger in his face.  “I never fucked any damn body, you selfish, ignorant bastard.”  Jada walks off in a huff, traveling to the upper level of the house, making a clatter in their bedroom.

M’Baku stands at the end of their staircase.  “You better not think of leaving here tonight!  We aren’t through talking!”  

Jada continues to clatter things about before reappearing with a pack on her back.  “Of all times, now is when you want to talk, MBaku?  Really?  What is the point, you are late as usual.”

M’Baku blocks her path with his body.  “If you aren’t cheating on me, why were you with him then?”

Jada purses her mouth in frustration.  “This?  What you are doing now?  Is all I have been asking of you for weeks, going on months.  Some kind of attention, asking about what is going on with me!  The last time we made love, I can’t even recall, but even that distance would not make me physically unfaithful to you, because I support you.  That is what I am, a great sidekick!  But when do you give me recognition?  I am more like hired help that you fuck every once in a while!”

M’Baku kisses his teeth.  “What do you speak of?  I love you, you have always been a great asset-”

Jada cuts him off.  “An asset.  You hear yourself?  You love me, like you would love a new model vehicle or a pair of scissors when you need them.  I have tried my damnedest to get you to see me as more than an arrangement.  But you are incapable of looking outside of yourself without strife to push you towards it!”

“You think I want problems in my marriage?  Of course not!  I want to come to a happy home after all of the mess that I see constantly, but this attitude, your abrasiveness.  How am I supposed to love someone like that?”

Jada stands there looking down at M’Baku from the higher step.  “So you do not love me now, or have you ever?  Because things get a little rough and uneasy, you are throwing in the towel?  Is that the Jabari way?”

M’Baku raises his hands in surrender.  “Do not throw my heritage in my face.  You are giving up just as easily as me. When our families came together, I thought this would go a little smoother…”

Jada pushes past M’Baku to make her way to the door.  M’Baku remains standing, watching her open the door.  “Jada, this is not what I want.  I...I want to be better.  I just don’t know….I have gotten accustomed to you.   I don’t have a way to express that properly, consistently.”

Jada freezes, turning to face a glassy eyed M’Baku.  His stoney facade finally cracking.  “Jada, please.  I don’t abuse you.  I don’t take in any lovers.  I pay for everything so you don’t have to worry, because you are important to me.  But I am a man of a certain position that requires me to be away and it tires me, so it stunts my availability, I see that.  But how could you give up so soon!  I will not tolerate a divorce!”

Jada sighs deeply, looking away.  “Ahh, M’Baku.  You really had me going for a second.  I think you need to be alone.  Not like our fights before, but for a long time.  Maybe that will change things, that you cannot bear the world on your back by yourself while yelling at others about it hurting.  You don’t trust me, you never have!  I don’t want to be coddled with comfortable living, I want a life mate!  For now, I cannot bear being with you in the same room right across from you, while your mindset is elsewhere.”  Jada walks off closing the door.  

M’Baku sinks slowly to sit on the stairs as the chill from outdoors swirls around him.  He hated feeling like a failure, and Jada proved to him that he was one.  His mind scanned for what could have possibly went wrong.  Wasn’t a husband supposed to provide for the household?  What did he do wrong?