#they are big rainbow fireworks

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Jotaro supports his daughter but not noise complaints

[honey-milk-depresso]

“He wonders…” TWST boys dreaming about their crush (Scarabia)

| Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde (literally just Idia) | Diasomnia

Kalim al Asim

Kalim’s a big daydreamer, especially in class and dreams even more in his sleep about touching the skies while riding on his flying carpet, his fingers touching the skies as he sees dozens of rainbows over the horizon leading him to a secret paradise only he knows. Before he could even reach, his “journey” is usually cut short when the professor or Jamil wakes him up.

However, the moment he fell for you, it seems that his journeys in Daydream Land becomes more vibrant, colourful, airy and fantastical with you beside him: smiling just as gleefully as he is while embracing each other on his flying carpet. It truly is a whole new world, the skies and oceans are a shining, shimmering splendid to behold, much like yourself.

Kalim visibly pouts when he gets wakened up from his dreams about you. Why did they have to cut his journey short like this? Don’t they know it’s rude to just abruptly leave you behind when you were so happy? Regardless, Kalim continues to think of you with an airy smile adorned on his face, love-stricken by the idea that maybe you could be with him on his magic carpet to fly to somewhere only the two of you know.

What’s more is that Kalim would love to believe that you too, maybe just a tiny chance, that you also went on those adventures with him on his flying carpet, or talking with his parrot, seeing fireworks together in each other’s embrace or sneaking away in the middle of the night to dance the night away in his garden palace as the stars watch you both with content.

But even Kalim gets shy when you come around, it seems that he can’t ask you to join him just yet. As bubbly as he is, something makes him hesitate and holds him back. Perhaps the normal nervousness of asking your crush out? It’s most probably so.

If you could, maybe you should offer to ride on his flying carpet with him. Maybe you help him make his dream come true. <3

Jamil Viper

It’s not obvious, but like Kalim, Jamil dreams big. He dreams of travelling around the world, exploring and discovering exotic places, plants and whatever that catches his eye… that’s almost everything he dreams of. Unlike Kalim, however, he pushes his dreams aside when it comes to college, opting to focus on his work.

That’s why he hates you. No, he loves you, but he hates you. He hates how you invade his mind and creep into his thoughts and make him subconsciously doze off as a result. It’s harder to focus when all you do is accompany him to the ends of the world, hand in hand as you explore every nook and cranny Mother Nature has to offer. He realises that all his dreams with you have been nothing but romantic. All he does is dream of you loving him and him loving you.

He knows, that’s hard to believe (oh, little does he knows…), but he can’t help it. Jamil hates it, but at the same time he loves it. He groans in annoyance, flustered on his bed after he awakened from his dream of you and him dancing alone in the dance studio. Love is just so complicated, even for a smart boy such as himself. But that’s just what love does to us, and he is no exception.

Jamil tries to tone it down, but he feels his cheeks flaring when you approach him with a smile, triggering his memory of the same smile you gave him in his dream albeit more lovey-dovey than platonically. Jamil has never wanted to be consumed by the earth that badly before. Damn.

He loves you, but he’s scared that if he tells you, you either don’t love him back or he might make your life worse due to his family situation, but it hurts to only dream of everything he ever wanted only to wake up to realise it wasn’t real. Please, take his hand, promise him that no matter where you go with him, you will always have your hand in his, going to wherever whenever. He will love you to the ends of the earth, and I hope you do, too. <3

Reblogs help! ^^

And hi! In the midst of preparing for Nationals but I decided to write after being deprived for so long. Please wish me luck! 🙏

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ He Fell First; Literally

content: leo valdez x daughter of poseidon! reader fic warning: lanauage, minor mentions of an ED so if that's something that might trigger you DO NOT READ IM NOT JOKING, author's note: so painfully not canon. i try my best, really i do, but i was not reading those books for memory at 12. i was consuming those books at a rate never before seen, not locking things into my brain. but the fact that i can feel in my bones that it's not super canon accurate makes me want to gorge my eye out but whatevas

y/n was having a pretty crap day. she had been up before apollo allowed the sun to rise, staring blankly over at percy’s side of the cabin. she had been keeping it the same, not shifting the comforter too much or moving his dirty socks from under the bed, knowing he hated when she messed with his stuff. but, every morning, she made sure the dust wasn’t settling. because dust meant more time passed and that thought made her queasy, even though it’s been months.

then, once it was a more acceptable time for her to leave cabin three, y/n had been running around the whole day. she was helping the harpies with breakfast then she had to train some of the younger kids with spears then she helped the hephestus cabin out which left her covered in soot and smelling like a firework. she helped clean out the pegasus stalls, allowing connor and travis to leave early and do as they please. all of that before ten in the morning! she marched her way to breakfast when it was called, putting stuff on her plate to ultimately scrape it all off into the fire, prayers and wishes for percy’s return and safety on loop in her mind. then, she had what chiron liked to call ‘check-ups’ but it was just therapy. she wouldn’t go if he hadn’t threatened to take away her title of camp counselor, something she prided herself on. so, she went, and she lied and said she definitely didn’t cry late at night and she definitely slept through the night and didn’t wake up from nightmares of her little brother contorted in unnatural ways and covered in blood.

leo would say his day was going pretty well, on the other hand. if you ignore the part that his best friend got amnesia, his bully turned into some tornado thing, both of his best friends fell into the grand canyon only to fly back up, and coach hedge was half goat. actually, his day was pretty crap too. now, he was sitting in some chariot thing, with a buff guy that had an inclination for rainbows and a blonde girl that was beyond disappointed by them for just being them. then, another tornado thing showed up, damaging the chariot and sending them rapidly towards the ground, though butch managed to still hold some control. good news was that they were at they’re location, bad news was that landing was going to be a bitch. the blonde girl leaned over the side of the chariot, looking around for someone.

“what are you doing?!” leo called over the rushing wind, looking at her like she was crazy, which took a lot considering the day he’s had.

“saving our lives. what time is it?” she asked, frantically, and leo just continued to stare.

“you’re asking for the time now?!”

“around 11, why does it matter?” piper replied, her grip firm on the side of the chariot.

“because we’re lucky!” the blonde girl replied with a wide grin before cupping her mouth, “y/n!”

“don’t feel very lucky right now,” leo muttered.

y/n marched away from the big house, muttering about the centaur under her breath before hearing a shout for her name. she frowned, looking around and seeing no one. then she looked up, her shoulders sagging as she noticed the chariot rapidly heading towards camp, a familiar blonde leaning over the edge, waving her hands and basically jumping up and down while she called out to y/n.

“annabeth!?” y/n called back, quickly breaking out in a run to get a closer look. she squinted, and noticed one of the wheels was missing.

“oh, gods,” y/n huffed before motioning towards the lake, “butch! go to the lake!”

“the lake? this high up, we might as well just jump off into the ground now,” jason stated, tilting his head at the blonde, annabeth, who seemed rather giddy even though they were most certainly about to die.

“not if the water comes to us,” she replied with a shrug, leaving the three to stare at her.

“oh, she’s cray-cray,” leo grumbled to himself, glancing down at the water that would certainly feel like cement if they jumped. the other blonde stood at the beach, other kids in orange t-shirts beginning to gather and stare.

“you guys have to jump!” y/n called, knowing she couldn’t catch all five of them and the chariot and the pegasus. she knew butch would look out for the pegasus and unclip him so he wouldn’t be injured. but still.

“i will not!” piper insisted, if anything, she tightening her hold on the chariot.

“you will die if you stay on,” annabeth told her, before gripping piper’s shoulders, “you have to trust me.”

“we just met you,” leo argued, causing annabeth to look over her shoulder at him.

“that’s when trust works best,” she reasoned and leo swallowed thickly, as she was starting to convince him.

“annie! running out of time here!” the girl from the beach called nervously.

“okay,” leo breathed out, causing piper to look at him like he’s crazy too.

“leo?!”

“look, if we’re gonna die anyways, i wanna be cool while i do it,” he joked back, like usual, moving closer to the open end. piper took a few more seconds to decide before moving towards him, a false confidence settling over her face.

without another thought, the five of them quickly ditched the chariot, which sent them plummeting towards the water…which seemed to rise to meet them, allowing them to simply slip into the bubbles, no so much as a sting against their skin. then they washed up against the beach, like the ocean was spitting them out. leo coughed up some of the water that managed to invade his lungs, rolling onto his back as he looked up at the sky. a girl’s face intercepted his view, the sun behind her head and hiding her features in shadows. he could make out her golden waves for hair, which were beginning to look like a halo from his view.

“you okay?” she asked, holding a hand out to pull him up.

“just peachy,” he muttered back, getting his arms behind himself and pushing his body into a half seated position. the sun moved from behind the girl’s face to next to it, allowing him to see her features finally. she gave him a soft smile, something like a laugh leaving her lips as she tilted her head at him. all the air squeezed out of his lungs and he felt like he could burst into flames, something he was rapidly trying to get under control.

“you could be having a worse day. i could have been busy,” the girl mused, shrugging her shoulders and leo opened his mouth to reply but the words seemed to die on his tongue, only sounds coming out. the girl giggled, sweetly, and it was like hearing the ocean in a seashell. then, a loud crash interrupted the moment, y/n’s head instantly shooting up and watching the chariot sink into the lake. she winced, quickly rising to her feet as another girl marched to the edge of the water, a shocked look on her face.

“nyssa, nyssa, please don’t freak out! i- i can get it out, promise!” the girl quickly reasoned, following with her hands outstretched like the other girl was a feral beast.

“y/n, we can’t build another one! the curse-”

“doesn’t exist. it’s all mental,” the blonde girl, assumable y/n, muttered in protest, earning her a glare.

“y/n!” nyssa huffed, throwing her hands up.

“i’ll get it out right now,” insisted y/n, raising her hands before another loud crunch was heard, the water rippling with an even louder gurgle. y/n winced again, lowering her hands as nyssa’s mouth dropped in shock.

“it didn’t-”

“it did,” y/n confirmed before nyssa screamed with her mouth closed, marching off. y/n closed her eyes, taking a calming breath before turning to the crowd that had gathered around the new arrivals.

“hey! shoo! nothing to see here,” she joked, waving away the other people in orange, watching them slowly leave, not without a few more glances at the newly found trio. she spun back to the new arrivals, helping piper to her feet before turning to annabeth, pulling her into a hug.

“hey, you!” she cheered before pulling back, noticing the blonde’s discouraged look, “hey, he’s okay. we’d feel it if he wasn’t. go get chiron, yeah? i’ve got this.”

“i know…but, it’s hard,” annabeth whispered back. y/n patted her cheek lovingly before gently steering her away.

“hello! sorry, this is one of the more chaotic ways i’ve seen people come to camp! busy, busy, that’s me,” y/n stated as she approached the three with a welcoming smile.

“i’m sorry, but who are you? why are we here? where even is here?” piper questioned rapidly, still trying to wring the water out of her shirt.

“agh, this is going terribly,” y/n huffed before taking a quick breath, “let’s start over, yeah? i’m y/n l/n. this is camp half-blood, which is a camp for people like us, children of gods and morals. therein lies the ‘half blood.’”

“god? like, god and jesus?” leo questioned, squinting and tilting his head. y/n gave him a soft smile, which caused his bpm to surely spike.

“no, greek gods. athena, poseidon, zeus,” y/n listed quickly.

“jupiter,” jason corrected before he could stop himself, frowning as the word left his mouth. y/n turned to him with a small frown too, tilting her head.

“that…that’s roman…interesting,” she muttered before shaking her head, “sorry. i never asked your names.”

“you apologize a lot. i’m piper mclean,” piper stated, holding her hand out to shake y/n’s already stretched hand.

“sorry,” y/n jokes, winking, causing piper to let out a little laugh. she then turned to jason, who seemed to be deep in thought, before he shook it off and looked at her.

“jason…grace.” he replied, unconfidently.

“you…you don’t seem so sure,” y/n replied, giving his hand a quick shake with a frown.

“i’m not. i’ve- i’ve got amnesia,” he replied, causing y/n’s frown to deepen.

“i’m sorry to hear that. i’ll make sure to tell will. he’s our resident healer, maybe he can figure it out,” y/n told him, giving him a soft smile to which he nodded off, before y/n turned to leo. she had to admit, he’d caught her eyes easily. his curly hair and olive skin, how his hands never seemed to sit still (more so than expected of demigods), the way he smiled at her. but, she’d closed off that part of her heart a long time ago. she didn’t have time for it, she’d tell herself late at night.

“leo valdez. bad boy supreme,” he offered up, causing y/n to raise an eyebrow at him as he briefly shook her hand before flipping it over and pressing his lips against. she rolled her eyes, fighting off a blush.

“if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you're a child of aphrodite,” she replied with a huff, slowly pulling her hand back.

“right back at ya,” leo mused, proudly with a wink.

“down boy,” mocked y/n before turning away and to the other two present, “alright, so i’ll start of the tour of camp half-blood! don't worry, you're gonna love it here!”

you were expert at this tour, sure you could give it blindfolded. you told little anecdotes, even managing to earn you a smile from jason, something you proudly celebrated. you walked backwards as you called out the cabins, pointing with both hands like a flight attendant signaling exits. at least, you thought that's what you looked like. you really had no idea as you've never been flying and probably never would, zeus not exactly a big fan of yours. for such a short tour, quite a lot of claiming went down, something that had you fondly thinking of your brother and not so fondly thinking of luke castellan. you ended your tour at the big house, knowing chiron would be wanting to talk to them, jason especially.

"chiron's gonna take it from here. if you've got any questions, don't be afraid to seek me out!! well, enjoy camp!" y/n mused, clapping her hands before going to walk away but chiron called out to her, ignoring the wide eyed stares he was getting from the trio for being part horse.

"y/n, dear, would you be so kind as to check on annabeth? i worry for her. oh, and will mentioned something about needing help in the infirmary...if you'd be willing," he stated and leo could tell from the minor twitch of her eye that y/n wished she wasn't so willing.

"of course, chrion. when have i ever said no to you?" the girl asked, plastering a smile on her face that clearly took a lot out of her before spinning around on her heels and marching away. and leo's eyes stayed on her, and while they'd typically drift down to her ass, he couldn't bring himself to look downwards as his worry for her overtook his soul.

dinner finally came around, leo sort of following nyssa like a lost puppy. he wasn’t completely sure of himself in this place yet, and nyssa was more than happy to show him the ropes. she grabbed her own dinner, showing him how before one of their other siblings calls for her. she left him and leo glanced around before his eyes settled on a nearby blonde, a smile growing on his lips. he slid in behind her, pretending to be excited over a roll and plopping it down on his plate. y/n glanced over at him, a small smile appearing on her lips before she continued walking and inspecting the food presented to them.

“so, day one. how’s it going?” she asked, sighing as she glanced at the food. her stomach was aching for some food, but her guilt held stronger. Who knows the last time percy had a good meal…or even if he was alive-

“eh. you know, as far as first days in new places go, this isn’t too bad. once got swirly within the first hour of being at a new school,” leo mused, throwing together a random plate of food. y/n laughed lightly, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye as she grabbed an apple.

“give a few hours, the ares kids can smell fresh meat,” y/n joked back, leaning over with a wink before walking away from the food towards her table. leo's lips twitched into a small frown before quickly grabbed a bowl of fruit before following.

“so, are there like clique tables i should watch out for or?” leo prompted, fully expecting to sit with y/n. she looked over at him, her brows furrowing.

“nyssa didn’t tell you? you sit with your siblings. each god and goddess has a table. yours is over there,” explained y/n, pointing over at the hephestus table while still walking towards her lonely table. leo continued to follow, a frown on his lips.

“so…you sit by yourself?” he questioned, the words leaving a bitter taste in his mouth, “a girl like you shouldn’t have to sit by herself.”

“well, i wasn’t always alone…look, these- these are rules, okay? i’m sorry, leo, but you’ve got to sit at your table,” y/n replied, shaking her head as if ridding herself of memories. leo continued to frown before setting the bowl of fruit down on her table and sliding it over to her. she looked up at him, confusion clear on her face.

“you didn’t grab enough to eat,” he explained with a shrug before giving her a salute as he walked back to his table. y/n’s eyes never once left him until he was with his siblings and managed to catch her gaze, the girl promptly averting her eyes and missing the smile that grew on leo’s lips. she looked down at the bowl of fruit fondly before digging in, eating her fill for the first time in months.

“what’s her story?” leo asked over dinner, his eyes trained on y/n as his fork passively stabbed at something on his plate. nyssa looked up from her food at him before following his gaze to y/n.

“who? y/n? ha, you must think highly of yourself,” nyssa scoffed, noting the ways his eyes practically formed hearts. leo sputtered, turning to nyssa with a glare.

“what?”

“she’s got every guy in camp half-blood on her tail. i wish you the best of luck trying to win her over, many people have tried and failed,” nyssa replied with a shrug.

“not what i meant,” leo huffed, returning his eyes to his plate. nyssa looked over at him, frowning.

“what did you mean then?”

“how’d she get here? what’s she like? stuff like that,” leo answered before shaking his head, “look it’s stupid-”

“she’s enigmatic. nicest girl you’ll ever meet, but harsh when she needs to be. she never backs down from anything; she once performed a whole choreographed song and dance during lunch because she lost a bet. poor y/n had to do stall duties for a week after that, but she did it with a smile, telling everyone it was so worth it. y/n l/n is the best of all of us,” nyssa cut in, her words so honest and truthful that leo got sucked in.

“her brother, percy, went missing a few months ago. she lived for him, everything she did was for her brother. technically, they aren’t even full siblings, like you and i. but, they weren’t like that. they became family quickly. she likes to pretend that she’s fine, but everyone knows she’s not. that bowl of fruit…it’s the first thing i’ve seen her eat in a few weeks," confessed nyssa, giving leo a pointed look. he couldn't help the pride that filled his chest at the thought.

and then determination quickly settled into the boys bones. he was determined to make sure she kept eating, three meals a day at least. he was determined to make her laugh, help her find some joy. he was determined to ensure that the daughter of the sea god never saw another cloudy day, not if leo had anything to say about it.

[storiesforthemoonchild]

Fireworks | Aitana Bonmatí x Reader

so many cute Aitana request, I can't help myself... this request, enjoy!

“Come, we will countdown from the roof,” Aitana is practically bouncing on her toes in excitement. 

It was New Year’s eve and the team had gathered together to celebrate the occasion. You were sporting your 2024 glasses and a party hat. “I think I’ll just stay here Tana.”

“No, you will miss the show,” she whines, pulling at your arm. 

You laugh at the way she wags your limp arm about with a pout, “I can see them from here.”

“It is bad luck if the whole team is not together. You must come,” Aitana does her best to look stern. Her face set and arms crossed across her chest as she stares down at you. 

Adorable, as usual. The girl couldn’t even intimidate a toddler she looked so sweet. You hold your laugh, trying to come up with the best way to decline without admitting the embarrassing truth. Then you remember it’s Aitana you were talking to. 

She was literal sunshine and rainbows, “I’m scared.” You try to shrug it off to make it seem like it’s not a big deal. 

“Oh,” her face softens and she takes a seat next to you. “Scared, why?”

“Don’t know, it’s just so loud.” You really didn’t have a better answer. You loved the colorful display in the sky but the sound brought you an unnerving feeling. 

“But it is pretty, no?” You agree, watching as the gears turn in her head. “I will be there with you. Trust me.”

Aitana was nothing if not persistent, you admired that about her. You don’t think anyone has ever been able to tell her no. Which is exactly why you allow yourself to be pulled up from your spot. 

Following behind the rest of your teammates scurrying to the roof just before midnight. You try not to let your fear show as the clock hits 11:59. Your teammates are all busying themselves with preparations for the moment. Aitana ushers you to near the ledge, reaching into her pocket and handing you a pair of headphones. 

“I will play you my favorite song and we can watch fireworks together,” she looks so genuinely happy at the plan you can’t help but smile. 

As soon as the countdown begins she hits play. The warm melody is doing well at blocking out the outside world. You watch Aitana’s face as she counts down the seconds for you. Squeezing tightly at your hand when the clock strikes midnight. 

She’s bouncing on her toes again at the display painting the sky. She looks over at you occasionally to make sure you’re still okay and you send her a grateful smile. 

You can faintly hear the pop of the fireworks, but it doesn’t bother you. Aitana allows you the safe place to fully enjoy the display for the first time. With her favorite song playing and her hand tightly in yours, you were at peace and excited for the new year.

[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 30 - Beloved]

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Warnings: Smut, switchy!Yoongi, switchy!Reader, sleepy morning sex, body worshipping, he is so shy but loves being touched, he also tries not to be loud ajdfja, nipple play, body worship, she gives him kisses all over his body, he is a sensitive boy, he has the most sensitive tummy & thighs :(, oral (m. & f.receiving), handjob, face sitting (she makes him sit on her ohoho), rimjob, praise, loving dirty talk, edging (m. & f.receiving), multiple orgasms (f.receiving), choking (m.receiving), man once those roles are switched & she lets him take the lead he is the hottest bastard ever, he treats her so fucking right, he fucks her so good, the aftercare!!, their banter is toptier, they have really deep & emotionally vulnerable conversations afterwards, but it’s not angsty just really intimate, Yoongi is genuinely so endearing I want him

Wordcount: 13.9k

a/n: i want them to be happy always :(

You wake up with an unbearable ache to see Yoongi. Your eyes open quickly, your body feels awake instantly. You feel oh so refreshed, as if you just woke from a beautiful dream. Well, you did. You dreamed of flowers, sunny days, baking and running around libraries. You know that Yoongi made you dream about those things. And that is why you can barely handle not seeing him. You need to see him, tell him how much you love him, kiss his pretty face.

The latter is still sleeping, facing you. Like always, his knees are pulled into his chest and his hands are between them. His dark lashes rest against his ivory cheeks, his pouty lips are just slightly parted. And over his brows, strands of his obsidian hair are curling.

“Oh, my love”, you whisper shakily as you cup his cheek, “Yoongi, my prince”, you say, shaking his head softly. 

Your eagerness to get him to wake may seem selfish, but you can’t wait any longer. You have to see him. 

“Yoongi, wake up”, you stress, shaking him again, “wake up, my beloved.”

Yoongi stirs in his sleep. One more gentle shake and his eyes open slowly. They open and close. Open and close. Open…close. And never open again. 

“M”, is all he gets out then his voice cracks in tiredness and turns into a huff of air instead. 

“Wake up”, you stress, shaking him again. 

He licks his lips, tries to keep his eyes open only to fail again.

“What?” his voice is deep in sleep.

“Yoongi, you’re awake.”

“Yeah”, he mumbles, fluttering his eyelids before closing his eyes for good. 

“I’ve missed you so much. Oh Yoongi”, you say, attacking him with cuddles and big smooches to his cheek. 

Yoongi gets rolled over by you, purring softly now that he has you smothering his face in kisses. Every inch of it gets a kiss. Tender and with all the love you have for him. You love him so, so much. Especially after last night. The feelings are almost unbearable in your chest, wanting to burst out of you in fireworks and rainbows. You crawl on top of him messily, feeling him up desperately at first before deciding to touch his hair. 

“Yoongi Boongie, my beloved Yoongi Boongie. Oh baby Yoongi Boongie, my baby”, you babble, pressing yourself closer as you kiss his closed eyelids and then every single inch of his soft cheeks. 

“What’s the matter?” he asks tiredly. 

“I just love you so much”, you whisper, pecking his lips repeatedly. 

He doesn’t kiss you back, not because he doesn’t want to but because he is so, so sleepy. He doesn’t want to move. Not even his lips. He just wants to lie and slumber. You can do your thing, he is okay with that, but he just doesn’t want to move. Too cozy and warm, too nice, too sleepy. He is too sleepy.

You bite his lower lip and tug on it softly. 

“Mhhm”, he hums, not closing his lips once you let go of him to move on to the next part. His jawline. Nuzzles, bites and the most amazing kisses ever. 

“You’re so handsome and pretty and beautiful”, you whisper, inhaling shakily, “Yoongi, why are you the prettiest?” you whine, sounding close to tears. 

A sharp bite to his neck. 

Yoongi gasps. 

The bite stops. 

“I want to eat you up, you sweetie pie. Oh Yoongs”, you bite him again, eliciting a shiver to run down his spine. The bite ceases to exist, “maybe I should call you sugar from now on because you are so sweet.”

He smiles tiredly, barely moving his lips for it. You giggle, wiggling happily. 

“Sweet sugar”, you giggle again, “no, I like sweet Yoongi Boongie more”, you say, “oh god Yoongi, you are so cute”, you whine, chasing him desperately.

“Careful, my dick”, he mumbles now that he had the honour of getting your knee between his legs in your crazy wiggles.

“Oh? Oh no, sorry”, you gasp, reaching down to caress it, “does it hurt lots?” 

“No.”

“Okay, okay. Oh it’s so nice”, you say, giving it a soft squeeze, “mhm squishy.”

“You’re weird.” 

Another squeeze to his dick with more vigour. He knows exactly what you are trying to do here. He thinks it beyond adorable.

“Yoongi…”

“What?”

“You have such a nice dick. Really squishy.”

“You’re so weird. Don’t call it squishy”, he says, letting a soft sigh slip afterwards because you started to rub a part which feels really nice.

“Can I keep touching you until you’re hard?”

“Mhm yeah.”

You give his dick a squeeze. The kind which makes him furrow his brows in reaction. It’s a good reaction because it felt nice, leaving his stomach with a warm tingle.

“Yeah? So I can do whatever I want?”

“Sure”, Yoongi mumbles, still half asleep. He was sleeping so well. The dream he had was so nice. He just wants to return to it and spend hours in it. You can do what you want however, he loves it.

“Yeah? Do you want it?” 

“Yes”, he whispers, nodding his head slowly. Your thumb is rubbing right next to his frenulum. The spot is so sensitive that Yoongi feels the sensation all the way down to his toes.

“Oh Yoongi”, you moan softly, putting more vigour into your touches now that he gave you his full consent. You begin kissing his neck, lips tingling because of his content purring and little hums, “mine, all mine”, you whisper, marking him with a hickey.

“Mhhm”, he lets out, melting into the sensations. He is so relaxed, feeling so good. He hopes that this will last for hours.

“Relax, sweet baby. I’ll love you so good”, you assure him, snuggling your nose into him. You leave a little kiss on his ear, abandoning his dick to outline the soft skin on his inner thigh, “I’ll take care of you, hear me?”

“Hm”, he hums, parting his legs for you.

First your hand then your fingertips. Your hand feels warm, your fingertips leave goosebumps behind. He rolls his hips up in an involuntary reaction.

“You have the softest thighs, my love”, you praise, “I could touch them for hours. God Yoongi, if only you wouldn’t heal, I’d cover them in hickeys.”

“Do it”, he whispers breathily, basking in the flutter your heart does.

“Oh, my love”, you press out, shimmying yourself between his legs.

Yoongi opens them for you eagerly, waiting for your kiss with bated breath.

He releases it in a shudder the moment your first kiss lays itself upon his skin. Warm and loving. The second one follows immediately, painting goosebumps on his fair skin.

“You’re so pretty”, you praise, holding his thigh with utmost devotion. You suck on his skin until he inhales sharply and his ivory skin turned purple. It heals within seconds, but the act of doing it felt so good that you don’t even mind. Neither does Yoongi, feeling warm all over.

You have to do it again. Right next to where you marked him last. You do so with your eyes closed and your body feeling hazy.

Yoongi feels hazy too, melting into your touches.

“Mine”, you promise him, cradling his other thigh to leave kisses down his most sensitive parts. On the inside of his thigh where people normally never touch him.

“Love”, he sighs, feeling his stomach clench in both fearful excitement and anxious arousal. He is scared, deep down he knows that he is scared because he doesn’t let people close to those parts of his body, but he also feels so good. You feel so good. So good that he doesn’t want you to stop but rather continue.

And you do. You suck on his skin just an inch away from where his briefs begin. It feels warm at first then hot until it stings. You release him way too soon, soothing the spot with a kiss although Yoongi needs no soothing. He needs you to mark his skin again.

He parts his legs further, hoping that you understand.

And you do, but for now you let him wait.

You rest your cheek on his soft thigh, running your palm up and down his skin. With a smile on your lips, you close your eyes.

“My Yoongi”, you whisper, sending warmth to his chest. He is your Yoongi. He’s never been someone’s Yoongi before.

“My Yoongi”, he whispers so quietly that you can’t hear it. 

You kiss him, lifting your gaze afterwards. His eyes are closed, his lips curled into a smile and the tip of his button nose is just slightly rosy. You make sure to burn the image into your memories before looking at something else. His hips and crotch. His shirt is long enough to reach over both of them, his briefs cover the rest. The dent in them is still visible however and you feel yourself rubbing your legs together at the view.

“You’re so pretty”, you say, sitting up just enough that you can lift his shirt until it pools above his belly button.

Yoongi sneaks a wary glance down at you, feeling weak-kneed even lying down. He feels completely ruined the moment you lower your lips to his tummy to kiss him. He even goes so far as to arch into you. 

“So pretty”, you murmur, sucking a hickey right under his belly button.

Yoongi can’t help but reach down, giving your cheek a soft squeeze.

Your gazes meet.

“Too much?” you ask him, well aware of his insecurities with being naked.

He shakes his head then nods it before shaking it again.

You give him a knowing smile, lowering your lips to his tummy again. Wearily and full of love you kiss him, breaking eye contact to make it easier for him.

“Just like this. I’ll do it slowly, yeah?” you whisper, feeling Yoongi brush his thumb over your cheek. 

“Yeah”, he says, voice barely above a whisper.

“Good, that’s good. I love your tummy so much”, you say, biting him gently.

The noise Yoongi makes sounds euphoric. His muscles tense and shudder. You release his skin only to mark it with a hickey right after.

He gets out half of your name and then his voice turns into a moan. He widens his eyes, dropping his hand from your head to grab a bundle of the sheets instead. Holy fuck, he thinks, this feels so good.

“So soft”, you sigh, biting another part of his tummy. 

He squirms, legs becoming restless on the sheets and stomach lifting in a deep gasp. 

“You’re so pretty”, you praise him, resting your cheek on his stomach whilst hugging his waist as best as possible. You give him a soft squeeze, turning your head to press a kiss to his stomach, "I’m yours", you whisper, "fucking yours."

Yoongi swears that he doesn’t hate himself right now. Not even a little bit. Or the normal, daily amount. He can’t do it right now, not even if he tried. He reaches down to rest his hand atop your cheek, for he wants to do nothing more than to thank you for making it so easy to like himself. He wanted to caress your face but you were quicker, chasing his hand to kiss his palm repeatedly. 

Yoongi allows it to happen with shaky fingers and his eyes focused on the ceiling because every other spot is impossible to look at.

“My Boongie”, you say, nuzzling into his hand, “my cutie Boongie, wanna taste you.”

You run your hands down his sides and hook your fingers in the hem of his briefs, raising your head to check if it is safe to do. 

Yoongi lifts his hips instinctively, letting you pull the annoying piece of clothing off of him. It lands somewhere on the floor and then you are already kissing him again. First his thighs, then his tummy and hips.

Every inch of him needs to be worshipped. He was meant to be loved by you. Or perhaps you were meant to love him. Love every inch of him and what lies underneath. You mark his hip bones and Yoongi shimmies as you do. You taste his lower tummy and Yoongi twists the sheets. You bite his inner thigh and Yoongi moans.

He is squirming once you are done, chest heaving up and down quickly as he barely keeps up with breathing. His cock is so pink and swollen, looking so desperate for attention.

“My beautiful", you say, running your hands up and down his inner thighs and sensitive sides with your eyes locked on his cock. He squirms each time your fingers ghost past it, looking so desperate for your touch.

“Please”, he breathes, rolling his head to the side slowly. He wants it. This feels better than any dream ever could. He doesn’t even care that he is almost completely naked. You have gotten him so preoccupied with being desperate for you.

“What do you want?” you ask, tickling his sides on your way to his cock. You touch him right beside it, never going further. 

“Please”, he says again, trying and failing to rub his thighs together. Your body stops him and so he ends up rubbing them against you instead. 

“Don’t tell me that you’re desperate, mhm?”

He nods his head, reaching down with clammy hands. He wraps his fingers around your wrists, tugging your hands to his cock. 

You let him, watching him guide your fingers over his length. 

He sighs blissfully, rolling his hips up to really get his cock between your fingers. It works only partially before you let him slip from your grasp again, forcing him to chase you and squeeze your wrists.

“Oh Yoongi”, you laugh in happiness, “you are so cute like this.”

Yoongi drops your wrists, gripping the sheets instead. A whispered curse slips past his lips, lingering in the room as a reminder of his flustered desperation.

“Can I taste you, love? You look so sweet”, you ask him to which he nods his head and hums. “Thank you, gosh thank you. You are the best, my prince.”

You make yourself comfortable between his legs and wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, sending the butterflies in his stomach into a frenzy. You jerk him lazily, making his abs tense in reaction.

“You’re so hard”, you say, rolling your thumb over his slit, “is it good for you?”

“Yeah, good”, he answers you, bucking his hips up impatiently.

“It’s good for me too. Making you feel nice turns me on so much”, you say, kissing his pink tip afterwards.

“Oh”, Yoongi lets out, feeling both surprised by your confession and the kiss.

Another kiss follows after the first, on his frenulum right where your lips feel so incredibly soft. Your shaky breath swirls over his tip a second later, his ears pick up the soft whimper you let out.

It makes him wonder how you are feeling right now.

“I feel so good”, you answer him as if you had heard his thoughts, taking him inside afterwards. You let him sink into your mouth as deeply as possible, eyes glued to his face because you want to get that initial reaction of his’.

His nose scrunches up before his parting lips force his face to morph into another expression of pleasure.

“Ah”, the noise rolls off his tongue, quietly yet with such bliss.

The view is better than you imagined it to be, leaving your heart racing like crazy in your chest. You close your eyes and begin moving your head up and down.

“Shit”, he hisses, right hand coming to rest on the back of your head, “princess…”

You have to slip off, because you are greedy for his praise, “is it nice?” you ask him, swirling your tongue over his heated tip, “do you like it?”

“Yeah, the best”, he sighs, smoothing over your head slowly.

Spurred on by his praise, you take him back inside, sucking him vigorously. So vigorously in fact that your cheeks fall in and Yoongi’s breath hitches in his throat.

He tastes so good. You lick it off of him before running your thumb over it eagerly. You watch it, following it with devoted eyes as you paint patterns on his sensitive tip.

“So wet. You taste so good”, you tell him, kissing him once, before letting his cock glide over your tongue to the back of your throat again. You want his everything, because Yoongi deserves everything.

You pin down his squirming hips and sigh as he tightens his fingers on your head. He deserves everything. All of it. The best.

He groans deeply when you swallow around him, left hand falling to the back of your head as well. With a soft tug, he has you lifted off his cock. It slaps against his stomach, veins throbbing in desperation.

“Why did you pull away?” you ask him, aching for more.

“It’s your turn.”

“My turn?” you snort, “you’re kidding, right? I haven’t even started. I’m not done with you.”

“But-”

You are on top of him in an instant, pinning his hands above his head and caging in his hips with your thighs.

“Not buts. I want to give you the best fucking head ever because it’s what you deserve, so no more talks about my turns. Today’s all about you.”

Yoongi gulps, eyes racing between yours.

“Understood?”

“I guess”, he whispers quietly, eyes fluttering closed when you run your fingers through his long hair and down to his cheek.

“Good boy”, you praise, ignoring the shy whine he does to instead shimmy between his legs again.

You waste no time, lowering yourself to his cock and taking him back inside. You start off slow and gentle, moving your lips up and down nothing more than his tip.

He throbs inside of you, hands reaching for you again. He can’t help it. It is such a natural reaction to him. Perhaps it comes from a place of panic. That deep down holding your head gives his brain enough reassurance that he is not losing control.

Perhaps however, he just really loves feeling your hair under his fingertips. The way your hair feels and tickles his skin is one of his favourite sensations. 

You take in more of him, replacing those sucks for simple movements up and down his length. You love how he glides over your tongue and how soft his skin feels against your lips. It is also fascinating just how much he seems to burn up because of you. 

You drink in the sensations with closed eyes, running your fingers up and down his tummy. It is rising and sinking in his quick gasps for air, tensing each time your tongue brushes over an especially sensitive part. 

You look up at him because you missed his face. He has his head rolled to the side, brows furrowed and mouth agape. He looks so peaceful yet so blissed out. You love this view so much. 

It motivates you to take in even more of him, resulting in his lips closing just so he can part them again in a soft moan. He makes you so happy! You giggle, loving every second of having him lay heavy on your tongue. 

You let your hands disappear under his shirt, searching for his nipples. Yoongi opens his eyes at the new sensation, flustering visibly because he clearly hadn’t expected to lock eyes with you. 

You slip off him to give him a sweet smile. 

He looks away instantly, even going so far as to move his head so he was looking at the ceiling instead. 

“You’re so cute”, you tell him in a fond giggle. 

“Mhm”, he lets out shyly.

“My Yoongi, you’re the cutest”, you gush, taking him back inside in sync with letting your fingers brush over his left nipple.

It pebbles in an instant, feeling oh so hard and swollen under your fingertips. You pinch it so you could roll it between your fingers, moaning around his cock to make it feel oh so good for him. 

Yoongi sighs your name and twists whatever bundle of your hair he can grasp. He tugs and so you let him slip out of you.

“What’s wrong?” you ask in a fond chuckle. 

“Nothing just, stop”, he murmurs with a pout. 

“With what?”

He shrugs his shoulders, sneaking a quick glance down at you. You are grinning at him fondly. 

“I love you like crazy, you big doofus”, you say, smile growing. 

“Mhm”, he huffs out air, nodding his head in agreement. 

“Now give me your hand”, you say and Yoongi follows in confusion. 

You kiss his knuckles before intertwining your fingers with him. 

“Don’t let go”, you say softly, taking him back inside whilst flicking your thumb over his nipple.

Yoongi widens his eyes for just a second and then he pulls the most devastated expression ever, whimpering loudly. He squeezes your hand, eyes becoming glassy. Almost as if he can’t believe that you are actually holding his hand. 

And he can’t. He seriously can’t believe that this is happening to him. That you are holding his hand whilst sucking him off. Yoongi swears he could cry. And maybe he would have ended up doing so, had he not closed his eyes and dropped his head back into the pillow. 

“I love this”, he confesses because you’ve made him so fucking vulnerable, “love it so much.”

You agree with a happy whimper around his length and a nod of your head. The kind which shifts his cock so nicely inside of you. So warm and wet. Yoongi squeezes your hand as a reaction and feels his legs open far enough that he can bend one of them by his knee. He lets it rest on the sheets, curling his toes in reaction to you grinding your tongue against his frenulum.

“Please”, he gets out and gasps, “don’t stop”, he croaks as he exhales. 

You caress his knuckles, pinch his nipple and lick up his vein and Yoongi feels his entire body shudder in reaction. He abandons your head to run his hand up his own torso just so he can find your hand currently busy with his chest. He grabs it through his shirt, making you giggle around him. He is enjoying himself! Finally. This is all you want him to do for once. Lean back and enjoy the ride. He is always making sure that you feel so good and now he is finally relaxing and feeling good in return. Fuck, how much you love this man. 

“I’m happy”, you whisper between your worshipping, “so happy.” 

You slip your hand free and intertwine your fingers with him. Yoongi lifts it to his face as best as possible, leaving a kiss on your fingers. He is happy too. It’s what he wants to say with this kiss. 

“Me too”, he breathes, pinning your hand against his tummy afterwards. So now you are holding both his hands.

With butterflies in your stomach you sink down, squeezing his hands in gratefulness. The sensation is so good that Yoongi ends up arching his back as he moans your name. 

It is truly your greatest happiness to watch him fall so freely. You just had to intertwine your fingers with him and Yoongi is finally falling. No more stumbling on the edge, just utter freedom. You are so happy. But also terribly nervous. Gosh, what if you mess up now? 

You slip off of him, needing his sweet words, “are you enjoying yourself, love?”

“Yes, I am. So much. Back please”, Yoongi babbles, shaking your hands desperately. 

You give him what he so deeply craves, feeling oh so confident doing it. He loves it. And you love it even more. You want to get lost in it and never come back. This is your home now. Right between his legs whilst holding his hands. 

Home. 

The sweet memory of last night dances through your brain, almost forcing tears to your eyes. He did all of that for you. He took you back to your favourite memories with him. He took you home. 

You whimper, managing to take his entire length for you were so overwhelmed by how much you feel for him. 

“Shit, princess. Love”, Yoongi moans, “deep”, he groans, bucking his hips into you instinctively.

The movement forces you gag, ripping him out of his dream.

“Sorry!” he exclaims, dropping his hips instantly and with it making his cock to slip out of you, “are you okay?”

“So okay”, you assure him, using the moment to catch your breath, “I want all of you”, you say, wrapping your lips around his cock.

“Can I do something too?” he asks you, fleeing from you with wiggling hips. He feels so bad because he made you gag. He feels like such an asshole now, undeserving of your attention.

You slip off of him, “are you still on about my turns?” you laugh, squeezing his hands. 

“Please”, he begs, eyes desperate as he looks at you. You know this look. He is feeling anxious.

“What do you wanna do?” you ask him in a loving voice.

Yoongi shoots up quickly, swooping you off the mattress to instead carry you in his arms. So now you are in his hold while he is kneeling on the mattress and gazing up at you.

“Let me show you”, he whispers, “I suck at talking.”

“No, you suck at receiving”, you say, caressing his cheeks, “why can’t you let me make you feel good for once?”

“I do”, he insists, “you do. I just hate making you suffer.”

“Suffer?” you giggle, “is this because I gagged?”

Yoongi turns his head to the side, looking caught red-handed. 

“You’re such an idiot. I love gagging on you, you silly.”

“Shut up”, Yoongi says, dropping you in the pillows, “it’s your turn.”

“What if I don’t want it? Mhm?”

Yoongi lifts his head from your neck, frowning in worry. His entire body is as still as possible.

“I wanna keep making you feel good”, you whisper, caressing his cheeks, “please.”

Yoongi licks his lips.

“Please?” you beg, pouting.

“I don’t know how”, he confesses with unsure, almost scared, eyes.

“You just have to enjoy yourself, that��s all. Can you do that?”

“I don’t know”, he whispers, “what if I make you gag again?”

“You are seriously such a bafflement. You’re the first man, who doesn’t want his partner to gag as a little extra bonus”, you say in a fond chuckle, caressing his cheeks.

“Shut up”, he hisses.

“Well, why do you feel that way?”

“Because it’s…it’s dumb. I’m not- I don’t know.”

“You think that you have to earn it, don’t you?”

“No?” he sounds offended, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, “don’t be silly.”

“No, you are silly for even thinking like that”, you say.

“I’m not thinking like that.”

“Sure”, you say sarcastically, tugging his head up by his hair.

He groans softly, eyelids just the slightest bit heavy.

“Just so you know. You’ve earned it a million times ten”, you tell him.

He gulps, lowering his eyes shyly.

“So take that shit and let me make you feel good, because you deserve it.”

He huffs out air in defeat, ripping himself free from your grasp with one shake of his head, “fine, stay like this.”

“What are you doing?” you ask him, watching him climb on top of you. 

He places his knees on each side of your torso and shimmies up your body. You are propped up on enough pillows that you can comfortably reach his dick. 

“Like this?” you ask him, oggling his hard cock.

“Just do it, will you?” he murmurs, gripping the headboard tightly.

“Gladly”, you moan, placing your hands on his buttocks to move his hips for him. You welcome his cock with a stretched out tongue and a needy groan.

Yoongi looks down at you with furrowed brows, thighs tense and hair a mess. 

“Is that what you wanted?” he tries to sound cool, but struggles because of how good it feels. 

You moan around him, sinking him into you until you gag.

Yoongi tries to flee instantly, reaching down to pull you off, “don’t.”

You let him just so you can show him your tongue as you chuckle lazily.

“Fuck, so good”, you press out, lips curling into a hazy smile, “your cock’s the best.”

“You’re weird.”

“No, you are. Now feed me cock, weirdo.”

Yoongi curses graphically and relaxes his hips so you can move them for him again. And you do. Oh, you do it gladly, moving them back and forth so his cock gets fucked by your mouth. 

“Fucking shit”, another curse leaves him and seconds later his head drops against the headboard, resting on his hands. 

He is puddy in the palms of your hands. It feels so good. Yoongi swears he is in heaven. He has your warm hands running up and down his torso and your soft mouth around his cock. This must either be the best dream ever or actual heaven. 

He drops one of his hands, feeling for your hair again. The moan you let out, gives him enough confidence to begin moving his hips on his own. You moan again, closed eyelids fluttering in bliss and head tilting back. He is so deep like this, filling up your mouth so well. Oh how sweet he tastes, how mellifluous he sounds.

You gag because the constant stimulation to the back of your throat made you do it. Before Yoongi can pull back, you have your arms wrapped around him, pinning him against you.

“Don’t”, he laughs, “princess what- fuck”, he doesn’t get to finish his sentence, head lowering for a sneaky glance at you before he has to throw it back. With your arms strong around his hips and your fingers dimpling his sides, you are bopping your head up and down on him, giving him the best face fuck ever.

Yoongi huffs out air in disbelief, arching his back enough to create a pretty slope with it. 

“Hah”, he chuckles, fingers twisting your hair and knees inching closer to your head, “fuck ah, ah.”

You open your eyes to look at him, feeling them water instantly. Yoongi is far down your throat. Very far and it’s fucking glorious. He looks so good like this. On top of you and with his oversized shirt sitting on his petite torso and tickling the tip of your nose. His long hair is all messy, reaching him just a little under his shoulders in this position, his throat is moving each time he tries to gulp.

You reach up, abandoning one side of his waist for it, but it is worth it as soon, you feel his nipple under your fingertips. Like before, it hardens instantly. Oh so sensitive and reactive. 

Yoongi slacks, dropping his head back on his hand violently. 

“I swear to fucking shit”, he presses out, baring his teeth as he grinds them. Like this his jaw moves and tenses while his brows furrow deeply.  

You run your hand to his other nipple, tickling it out of hiding with ease. His cock throbs deep inside of you, coating your throat with his pleasure. You love how sweet he tastes. It is truly remarkable just how delicious vampires get after a good hunt. It makes you want to take a little bite as well.

And you do. You place your teeth around his cock and bite down. 

Yoongi completely crumbles the headboard in his fingers, losing gravity because of it. His hand slips from the ruined headboard and lands right into the pillow next to your head, forcing your body to slide down and for his cock to slip out. Spurts of his sweetness and your spit cover your face immediately, forcing your eyes to flit to his cock. It is so hard and wet, dripping and throbbing above you. His veins are swollen and pulsating, looking so huge. 

“Yoongi, fuck”, you moan, gripping his hips and pulling them down until he is smothering your face. Like this you can pay such good attention to his balls. Heavy and oh so plump. They feel just as good as his cock does. You growl in gratitude, pushing him closer until you run on nothing but his scent. 

“Okay, okay that’s-”, Yoongi begins only to gasp and squirm when you manage to suck him between your lips. He squeezes his eyes shut, squirming again, “princess, that’s- ah - please, that’s-”, he stutters, lifting his hips in coyness.

You growl and force him back down, using so much strength that Yoongi’s hips tilt and he lands on your tongue with his pretty, little hole.

He squeaks, squeezing your head between his thighs and opening his eyes as widely as possible. What is happening to him? What is this feeling? He trembles from tensing so much, choking out a “please.”

You moan into him, grinding him down onto your eager tongue. This is everything you ever wanted.

Yoongi wants to talk, but he forgot how to form words, resulting in him babbling inaudible syllables. He squirms in your hold, trying so fucking hard not to moan.

You wiggle your tongue and Yoongi’s body reacts without his control. His hips thrust against nothing, his cock throbs and spills sweetness on your face. He grips the headboard and breaks yet another part of it, whimpering helplessly because now he has nothing to hold onto.

You put pressure on him and manage to slip inside just far enough that he feels the breach.

“Please”, Yoongi chokes out, forgetting every single word in every single language he speaks. This feels so good. He is honestly a little scared of it. It feels so, so good. He is so vulnerable at this spot, so utterly defenseless and now he has your tongue filling him up. You are so wet and warm. Yoongi covers his eyes with his hand. His fingers are shaking like crazy, “please.”

His thighs squeeze your head, his tummy tenses up, his cute butt tries to clench but can’t because you keep him open. He has no control over these reactions. He never lost control like that. 

“Plea-”, he can’t get more out and then he shakes again as you wiggle your tongue deeper.

You are so far gone. He runs through your veins, makes up your every fiber, gives you purpose. This makes you feel both unbearably fulfilled and incredibly needy. You chase the sensation with movements of your head. It results in your tongue gliding in and out of him even if just a little. 

He is tight around you. As if he was never touched there before (he wasn’t. At least not by someone other than himself and even that was once). He is so tight and so, so warm. Also so yummy. Oh you are so obsessed with this man. You moan into him and wiggle your tongue.

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut so tightly that tears roll down his cheeks. He reaches for the headboard again. Nothing is there. He punches a hole into the wall instead, burying his hand in it just to hold something. Anything. Please. What are you doing to him? What are you fucking doing?

Your hand slips to his cock. Wraps around him. And moves. Quick. With pressure. 

Yoongi can’t control himself anymore. He moans. He moans so loudly that it bounces off the walls and rings in his ears. He rips his eyes open in shock. Tenses up. This was so loud. Everyone heard him. Human and vampire alike. He is so embarrassed. 

You aren’t. You’re maniac. He sounded so perfect! You growl and moan into him, thrusting your hips against nothing. Your hand twists around his cockhead, massaging him right where it feels the best. Your tongue slips out of his hole to grind against his rim. You are sloppy in your movements, giving zero shits about how wet your face gets. All you need is to hear him moan again.

Yoongi fulfils your wish even if he doesn’t want to. He throws his hand over his mouth afterwards, squeezing his own cheeks until his fingers dimple his softness. 

You repeat the movements, Yoongi shakes and wants to moan again. 

“Please stop”, he presses out behind his hand, “please stop, please.”

One twist of your hand, one flick of your tongue and Yoongi knows he has to stop this. He can’t stop being loud. It’s so embarrassing. 

“Please”, he somehow gets out and wiggles out of your hold with just a little bit of help from his strength, “don’t p-please”, he begs with a shaky voice, panting because pulling back edges him. It hurts to be edged. It really does.

“So good”, you rasp, chasing him, “sit on me again please”, you try to push him down again, but Yoongi uses his strength. Fighting him is useless now.

“No, you’re weird”, he whines, wiggling in your hold. He is panting like crazy and when you look up to send him a pleading look you realise that his entire face is flushed a deep red.

“Aww Yoongi, you cutie”, you coo, running your hands to his ass.

He squirms away and tries to grab for your hands which results in him gripping his own waist at first until he finally finds your hands, “please.”

“Don’t be shy, sit on me”, you coo, wiggling your brows as you massage his buttocks.

“N-no, no you’re s-so weird”, he stutters, “please you’ve got your turn, I want mine now.”

“God, you’re so persistent”, you say in teasing annoyance, releasing his butt. 

Yoongi changes positions instantly, resting on top of you with his elbows caging in your head.

“Don’t ever do this again”, he says with furrowed brows.

“Why not? Is it because you looked like a little slut?”

“Shut up”, he gasps, eyes widened and cheeks crimson. 

You cackle, pinching said cheek. 

“I’m only teasing. I think you looked amazing on my face”, you assure him.

“Yeah? That’s all you’ll ever get”, he says, hiding away by kissing your neck instead. 

“For now. I’ll get you there eventually.”

“Keep dreaming”, he whispers, trailing his kisses to your collarbones.

“I like dream…ing”, you sigh, “you did like it, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, was so nice. I’m just teasing”, he assures you and with one swift movement he has your shirt ripped to shreds. 

“What the hell?” you squeak.

“It’s my turn”, Yoongi says, “I’m impatient, it’s your fault.” 

He dives down, taking your nipple between his lips to suck harshly. 

“You’re an idiot - ah Yoongi”, you moan, arching your back. 

“I need you”, he rasps, “you’ve got me so close.”

“I did? Why did you stop me then?” you whine.

“Cause I wanna fill up your pretty pussy with it. Pump you full of it until you’re dripping.”

“Oh my god”, you gasp, shivering like crazy. 

“It makes you smell so good when I do”, he rasps, “like mine. Only mine.”

He emphasises the words by sucking a painful hickey on your right tit, soothing it by biting down harshly. 

“Yoongi”, you whimper, twisting the pillow.

“Feel that? How I’m marking you as mine?” he taunts, marking your other tit just as harshly, “mine”, he growls, biting you deeply.

“Please, ah”, you squeak, writhing underneath him, “how c-can you be so shy when I want to make you feel good, but then you’re so filthy when you do it.”

Yoongi releases you with a slurp, “I’m good at that shit. Love taking care of you. I could fucking survive on it”, he explains, connecting his lips with the softness of your tummy. He marks it with just as much roughness as he did your breasts, leaving behind trails of sensitive skin and pulsating spots all over your tummy. And while he is marking you and making you squirm in the process, his big hands are on your sides, holding you oh so safely. Fingers stretched out and thumbs caressing your skin, he assures you that even if his lips are rough, he loves you with all the tenderness in his heart. 

Yoongi sucks the last of his hickeys onto your lower tummy and then his teeth are tangled in your panties. With his fangs on full display, it is an easy task to rip right through them. He is made to rip through skin and bone after all, a pair of cotton panties is the least of his problems.

He spits the ruined fragments of them on the mattress, giving view to his sharp fangs for just one second before he hides them again by licking over them.

“Hot”, you croak, shaking in anticipation. 

“I’ll be going down on you now and I can’t guarantee for anything. Tell me what you say, princess.”

“Hot.”

“No, that’s not it.”

“Snowdrop, but forget that. What the hell, Yoongi?”

“Good girl”, he praises, disappearing between your legs afterwards.

You learn of his presence when he bites into your inner thigh. Just with his human teeth but the sensation is mindblowing nonetheless. So rough and yet the softest of kisses follow, soothing you into a complete trance of bliss.

“What’s gotten into you?” you manage to get out. 

“It’s what you get for pushing my buttons”, Yoongi growls, biting you again. You flinch, pussy throbbing desperately. 

“It..felt good…admit it”, you croak. 

“Like fucking heaven”, he assures you, pulling you onto his tongue to begin lapping at you quickly.

“Holy fuck”, you and him groan at the same time. 

“You’re fucking soaked”, he growls, staring you down with blown-out pupils.

“I told you, pleasing you turns me on so much”, you say breathlessly. 

“You’re fucking perfect, my love”, he presses out, burying his face in your pussy. He sucks and licks, lifting his head again, “you’re all I ever dreamt of. And more. So much more”, he adds, losing himself between your legs for good.

“Yoongi, fuck”, you press out, tangling your fingers in his hair as deeply as possible. You don’t even mind that he flipped the roles. You get why he did it. That even as much as lying still and accepting something as simple as a blowjob takes a lot of courage for him to do. That he doesn’t see himself as deserving of receiving and that he feels weird about it because it’s foreign to him. But that’s okay for you. You love him so much for doing it for as long as he did. 

“You’re so good”, you praise him, opening your legs further. 

Yoongi makes a needy sound, curling his tongue against your clit in an almost startled rhythm. 

He breaks away for just a second, pressing out a curse, and then he is back to where he left off, flicking and swirling his tongue over your clit until she is all swollen under him. He runs his hands up your sides until he can caress your breasts, pinching and massaging your nipples just how you like it.

It’s a sin really, how easily he gets you close. It should be forbidden.

“Slow”, you beg, knowing that it is fruitless. Yoongi doesn’t care that you are close. Maybe he even wants you to be, because that means he can taste your cunt post orgasm as soon as possible, “slow please.”

“No”, he says, speeding up the flicks of his tongue. It makes the nastiest of sounds and forces your legs to tremble from almost too much stimulation. 

“Yoongi please slow”, you beg him, fleeing from him in a squirm. 

“Behave”, he warns, pinning down your hips so harshly the bedsprings creak.

It shakes your entire body. He grips your legs, forcing them open with rough hands. And then he dives back in, rolling his hips into the mattress as if he was hate fucking it. 

You wail his name, tugging on his hair and kicking the sheets as he forces you to take what he gives you. Angry pleasure. Fiery hot and electric. Almost too much. 

“Slow”, you beg, trying to wiggle away, “s-slow.”

Yoongi growls angrily, shooting up so he is face to face with you. 

“Why are you fleeing from me?” he asks, speech impaired just a little by his growing tongue. 

“I’m sensitive”, you say in a tiny voice. 

Yoongi’s eyes soften. He brushes the back of his hand over your cheek, lips curling into a fond smile. 

“You’re so cute”, he says in his honey voice, placing his hand at the back of your neck so he can pull you up into a kiss. 

He tastes like you and him, making you feel dizzy and kiss him back with so much eagerness. He breaks the kiss, but keeps close. 

“I’ll go slow, yeah?” he whispers

You nod your head instantly, “yes, please.”

“My princess”, he sighs and then he is already between your legs again, gazing up at you. 

He still pulls your hips onto his face with rather quite a lot of force, but his lips are slow. They leave kisses on your pussy first, helping you get used to the sensations. 

“Yes”, you sigh, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair. His eyes light up, you feel him smile against you. 

“So good”, he mumbles more to himself than to you, darting out his tongue afterwards to part your folds with it. He flicks it up and down slowly, making sure to stay on your clit for just one more second each time he meets her. He does an extra little figure when he does, changing between figures of eight and little hearts. The hearts are solely because he is goddamn fucking whipped for you. There is no other reason behind them. He hopes that you don’t figure out what he is drawing because it’s embarrassing as fuck. 

Your lips curl into a smile, a chuckle follows, “god fuck”, you press out, dropping your head, “I’m close again.”

Yoongi lifts his head, “yeah?” he asks, basking in the little whiney giggle you do. 

“Back please”, you complain, squirming in his strong hold. 

Yoongi can feel it so well, holding your hips safely between his big hands. He loves that feeling, because he knows that he’s making you feel good. 

“Like this?” Yoongi asks, flicking the tip of his tongue over your clit. 

You gasp, hips chasing him, which makes him have to pin them down and then chuckle in amusement. 

“Cute, so fucking cute”, he rasps, taking your clit between his lips. He sucks as gently as possible, but it is still enough to make you gasp and then flinch in that distinct way you always do when you’re close. 

“Yoongi, wait.”

“Yes?” he lifts his head in a fond chuckle, “what’s wrong?”

“Close.”

“Mhm”, he hums, moving up to your face by kissing a path up your stomach. He kisses your neck, doing it in a way that would really nuzzle his face into it. Like this he can suck on your skin, doing it slowly and with all the care he has. 

You feel lightheaded once he pulls back, barely managing to look at him because all you want to do is close your eyes and let him do whatever he wants to do. 

“What should I do with you, mhm?” he asks, “you’re saying it’s my turn, but then I can’t even go down on you without you being sensitive.”

“It’s not my fault”, you complain in a whine.

“So it’s mine?”

“Yeah?”

He snorts, rolling his eyes fondly. 

“You’re a brat”, he says, letting his right hand disappear between your legs to run his fingers through your folds, “and so wet too.”

Whimpering, you part your legs, reaching up to twist the front of his shirt. You twist even more of it when Yoongi sinks two of his long fingers into you, pinning you down with such an intense gaze that you feel lightheaded. 

He begins moving, curling his digits each time he reaches your favourite spot. 

“Shit”, the word leaves you in a sigh, eyes widening before squeezing shut. 

“Relax, that’s better. Relax for me, princess”, Yoongi soothes you, hiding his face back in your neck to continue worshipping it with his sweet lips. And while he does, his fingers continue moving and his thumb just so happens to find its spot on your clit, rubbing circles just how you like it. 

Are those sensations easier to handle than what his mouth did? Nope. Not one bit. Not at all. This is impossible to handle. Yoongi’s hands are so skilled. They may look rough, but in reality they carry so much tenderness and devotion in them. It’s hard not wanting to crumble within seconds when Yoongi decides to use his hands between your legs. 

“Slow”, you barely dare to get the word out, but you had to. 

Yoongi’s reaction is instant. His chest rumbles in a deep chuckle, a whispered “fuck, love”, swirls against your neck before he lifts his head. 

“You’re so sensitive”, he says, eyes racing over your features obsessively. 

“Sorry, can’t help it”, you say quietly, feeling your cheeks burn up like crazy. Quite frankly, every inch of your body is burning up. Yoongi’s got you so good. 

Yoongi smiles and lowers his head to your chest. He trails his kisses down your torso to your pussy, taking your legs and placing them over his shoulder on the journey. He begins by sucking your clit between his lips once, kissing her afterwards. His hands run up and down your thighs, holding them in place and making you feel so safe in the process. Safe but also incredibly needy.

“Slow”, you whisper.

“No”, he mumbles, showing you just how serious he was by finally using his tongue to taste you. Properly and greedily taste you. He runs it through your folds, purring as he does. He lingers on your clit, ignoring all the whining and squirming you are doing and only moving back down again when he deems it time to do so. And somehow he always manages to pull away just when you were about to stumble over the edge, soon leaving you so goddamn desperate for that orgasm that you stop whining about being too sensitive and rather you begin whining about needing your high oh so bad.

And only then does Yoongi truly pull back, kissing his way back to your face to claim your trembling lips in a passionate kiss. He feeds you your taste, holding you still with his fingers on your cheeks and your legs wrapped around his hips. Like this his throbbing cock is grinding right against your pussy, moving against you as if his only purpose was to fit between your folds.

“Fuck me”, you beg into the kiss, “fuck me please.”

Yoongi ignores you, silencing you by tongue kissing you slowly. Just tongue against tongue and occasionally he decides to suck on yours, taking your breath away each time he does.

“Please fuck me”, you try again, tugging him closer with your legs.

“Mhm, princess”, he dismisses you, smirking teasingly.

“Please”, you whimper, rolling your hips skilfully enough that it manages to make his tip slip into you.

Yoongi falters, kiss breaking because he needed to gasp for air. His fingers fall from your cheek, now lying around your throat without applying pressure. His eyes are heavy, racing between yours.

“Fuck me please”, you beg, using the grip you have around his waist to roll your hips up again.

Even more of his perfect cock slips into you, stretching you out so well that you feel bolts of warmth shoot through your legs and make them oh so wobbly.

“Yoongi….”

“Princess…”

“More please.”

He sits up, slipping out of you.

 “What, what’s wrong? Come back please” you stutter, chasing him.

“My shirt, it’s annoying”, he says, tugging it off of him a second later. It messes up his hair, getting thrown to the ground a second later.

Giggling, you make grabby hands at him, until he finally lowers himself again. You reach up, fixing his hair for him.

“Messy”, you tell him, tugging strands of it behind his ears, “you’re so beautiful, my beloved.”

“No. You are”, he says, placing his big hands on your back to press you closer. Like this your back arches. Chest against chest and skin melting with skin, “wrap your legs around me, love.”

You obey happily.

“There we go, don’t let go”, he says, wrapping his fingers around his cock to outline it with your pussy and finally push inside. He bottoms out within a second, cursing under his breath as his fingers grip your hip instead.

You sigh his name, hugging him close by wrapping your arms around him, hiding away in the crook of his neck, “thank you”, you tell him quietly, tangling your fingers in his hair.

Yoongi shudders, inhaling deeply with his nose right against your skin.

“That’s fucking incredible”, his voice trembles as he speaks, his arms tense around you.

“Yeah, move please.”

“Of course, my love, anything for you”, he promises, purring deeply as he lets his head fall against your shoulder and his hips take over. He goes slow and deep. Your shared favourite as it helps each of you to really feel the other.

He’s got you in a trance, touch dancing across your skin and breath tickling you most sweetly. You’ve got him enchanted, skin tingling because of you and head filled with nothing but thoughts of you.

When Yoongi finally lifts his head for the first time, the sun has reached a point where it manages to poke right through the curtains, illuminating parts of your cheek in a streak of golden light. Your pussy’s become so soft around his cock, so wet and warm and addicting. Yoongi brushes his fingers over the spot on your cheek the light kisses, making you open your eyes because of it.

You lock eyes with each other. Smiling, you reach up to caress his cheek just as he did. It affects him so much that for just a second his hips lose their rhythm.

“The sun’s coming out”, you tell him.

“You look so beautiful”, he answers you, leaning down to place a kiss a top your warmed up cheek, “your skin’s so pretty in the sunlight”, he whispers, running the tip of his button nose over your cheekbone, “your pussy’s so good too, princess. Soft and warm, feels like heaven”, his voice sounds what being cradled in safety and happiness feels like, making you want to cry. He feels so good inside you. Time has made every single inch of you so sensitive that you are now floating on a constant cloud of warmth.

Yoongi trembles, breathing trembling in his throat, “you’re so tight all of a sudden”, he sighs, moving his hips just right to make sure you keep clenching like that.

“That spot feels so good.”

“Yeah?”

 “So good. Don’t stop.”

“Seriously. Your pussy’s the fucking best, princess”, he gets out before his words forsake him as he falls into a deep trance of tingling limbs and sweet noises. His face returns to your neck, his lips know exactly what to do, kissing you slowly and marking you with his devotion. His little gasps and trembling breaths tickle your ear, serving as a constant reminder that you’ve got him so good. You reach for him, fingers tangling in his hair and legs hooking behind his lower back.

Like this, his pubic bone grinds right against your clit and his cock meets your favourite spot with each thrust.

“Shit, baby”, Yoongi curses and lets out a raspy laugh, “you’re making me wanna speed up, don’t do that.”

“Don’t hold back, a little faster. It’s so good.”

Yoongi follows, growling against your neck as his body shudders in reaction. You moan just for him, basking in the way he seems to dig his fingers into the soft flesh of your thigh because of it.

“Like this? Fuck, it’s so good princess, so fucking good”, he pants.

“Like this. Just like this”, you chant, loving every fucking second of it. His cock feels so good. All girthy and perfectly curved to hit the right spots. All veiny and throbbing oh so much to make sure your juices are mixing and marking both of you. His cock’s the best. Yoongi is so good at using it. He is so bloody good at it, that you can’t help but abandon his hair just to scratch down his back.

He growls his favourite nickname for you, hips stuttering before slamming into you. Your body convulses in reaction, the headboard hits the wall just once before Yoongi finds a less aggressive rhythm to match your desperate begs for more.

“You’re making me cum.”

He lets out a pitched laugh, shaking his head in disbelief as he tightens his grip on your thigh because he wants nothing more than to get you there.

“You’re unbelievable. Why did you even tell me to speed up when we can’t even enjoy it for long?”

“Please don’t pull away, please I can’t hold it anymore”, you try, clutching onto him desperately.

“Why shouldn’t I edge you again?” he threatens, slowing down his hips just enough that you reach for them, bruising them in the process of getting them to keep moving.

“Please don’t, I need it.”

“Fuck, you’re so easily messed with”, he chuckles, “let go whenever you want, princess. I’m here to catch you”, he says, returning to the rhythm of before.

“Thank you, oh god thank you”, you moan, turning into puddy in his hands. It is just seconds later when you can’t take it anymore and you orgasm around him, almost breaking his hips from squeezing them so tightly while your entire body feels on fire.

And Yoongi fucks you right through it, lips pressed against the pulse point on your neck and throat rattling in needy moans.

He only slows down once he knows you were able to truly live out your high, now rocking into you in a gentle rhythm whilst soothing you by kissing your jawline.

“So good, that was incredible”, he praises you, “you were so good, my princess.”

“I’m dizzy, fuck”, you croak, gulping loudly.

“Mhm, should I slip out?”

“No”, your legs tighten around him, “stay please, you need to fill me up.”

Yoongi lifts his head, “you’re gonna be the death of me”, he croaks, adding more vigour into his movements again.

You gasp then moan, relaxing around him in shudders.

“Does this hurt? Should I go slower?” he makes sure.

“No, don’t stop. Is so nice”, you mumble, voice heavy in pleasure.

Yoongi kisses your forehead, making you giggle and close your eyes. He reaches for your hands and for a second you thought that he would intertwine his fingers with you, but he doesn’t. Instead he tugs your hands to his throat instead, forcing your eyes to peel up in surprise.

His gaze is hazy, begging you to squeeze. 

“You’re so hot”, you get out, tightening your fingers on his throat. 

Yoongi closes his eyes by letting them roll back to the point of where you see nothing but white before his eyelids fall closed. Quite frankly the view makes your knees wobble even when you’re lying down.

It also doesn’t help that Yoongi reaches down to not only caress your hip but also to press his thumb against your clit to massage her skilfully. 

“Yoongi”, his name slips from you as if it was instinct, your legs slip from him just to open messily, “fuck, you’re making it hard.” 

He peels his eyes open just enough that he can see you. He looks so fucked like that, all half-lidded eyes and glowing cheeks.

“I need your high again, please”, he croaks out, voice tickling your fingertips. 

“Yeah well”, you laugh, squirming on his cock, “you’re gonna get it soon.”

“Good”, he sighs, closing his eyes again, “that’s good…”

“Yeah, so good”, you agree, fighting against the urge to join him in closing your eyes. You can’t do that. He looks so handsome with your hands around his throat and his obsidian hair all hanging into his face. You love few things more than the current view. His smile is one of them, his eyes when he looks at you is another thing.

Yoongi moans, inhaling deeply afterwards. 

“Fuck”, he exhales, “you’re so tight.”

“Yeah, it’s really good”, you tell him.

“Yeah?” he asks, eyes opening to run over your face.

“Yeah”, you sigh, squeezing down on his veins.

“I’m close”, he croaks, “harder, please.”

You squeeze around him, basking in the feeling of his deep moan, “don’t stop”, his brows furrow together, his thumb finds the right spot.

“Oh fuck, Yoongs”, you squeak out, eyes falling closed on instinct, “Yoongi, that’s the spot.” 

“Please I’m begging you, c-cum”, Yoongi is almost sobbing, thumb working skilfully and throwing you right over the edge.

“Yoongi”, you gasp, fingers slipping from his throat to grip the pillow instead.

Yoongi climaxes from the sensation, convulsing on top of you as tiny whimpers leave his throat. He helps you ride out your high with deep, desperate thrusts, right arm cradling you against his chest and lips pressed to your neck. He fucking loves orgasming with you. He can really let go when he’s with you, which makes it feel so good that he always feels dizzy afterwards. You love it too. You love how he is holding you, how his voice pitches and how his warmth fills you up. It makes you shake so very much.

He plops down on top of you once you both stopped shaking, knocking a little “meeh” out of you before you giggle and wrap him up in a tight hug.

“This was amazing”, you tell him.

“Yeah”, Yoongi agrees, chest rumbling in a content purr. He feels so done. His entire body is all warm and fuzzy and now he can feel your naked skin against his without the barrier of clothes and Yoongi swears he is in paradise. 

“Are you not slipping out?” you ask him, trailing his spine and with it sending a constant stream of shivers through his body.

“No. Wanna get soft inside you.”

“And you are sure that this is going to happen?”

“Maybe”, he says, making you giggle.

He grins, growing oh so soft on top of you.

“You’re so cute.”

“Mhm.”

Silence overcomes you and him afterwards where you play with his hair and Yoongi finds comfort by kissing your neck slowly. You don’t count the minutes but enough must have passed for his cock to truly manage to soften and naturally slip out. Yoongi drew closer when that happened, whining about how he wants to be back inside and making you laugh in the process.

Then you napped. You napped so well that you feel reborn once you open your eyes again, realising that Yoongi has managed to scoot up your body enough that he can now look at you eye to eye.

He must have been awake for a little. He is propped up on his elbows, big hands cupping your cheeks as his thumbs trace your skin. They still when you open your eyes, lips parting in surprised awe.

“Hey”, you tell him, stretching yourself sleepily.

“I don’t feel beautiful”, he whispers. 

“Huh?” you drop your arms, “Yoongi what the hell? Don’t say that. Get ready for a wave of compliments”, you say, taking his face between your hands, “you are-”

“No”, he interrupts you, “in general. I don’t feel beautiful.”

You close your mouth because you get the feeling that he needs to talk without being interrupted. 

“I-I was thinking ‘cause I pulled back when you made me sit on you, so I was thinking.”

“No don’t, it’s okay. I’d never want you to do something you don’t want to do.”

“But I did-”, he stops himself, lowering his eyes instead. He rolls off of you. You roll to your side, propping yourself up on your elbow and supporting your head that way

“You know how I see myself", he begins, fingers fumbling with the sheets and eyes glued to them, “that I see myself and my body and, and all I can see is a vessel for causing suffering to others”, he whispers.

You shake your head, telling him that this isn’t true. You scoot closer, placing your hand over his’ to let him know that he wasn’t alone right now.

“I know”, he says, fingers intertwining with yours, “I know that you’re burning to tell me off right now and to call me stupid for even thinking that.”

“No, I don’t”, you promise him, soothing him by caressing his cheek. 

“I just…even if I didn’t feel that way…I still…” he falters, lowers his eyes, “I don’t think I’d feel attractive.”

“Oh Yoongs, that’s sad. Why do you think so?”

“Because I’m not…I can’t…I don’t”, he inhales, exhales shakily, “I don’t look like other vampires”, he confesses in a barely there whisper. 

“Because of your true face? Because it looks different from the rest?”

“No, not that. But my….body.”

“Your body.”

He dares to glance at your eyes.

“Because I don’t have sculpted abs and a big chest a-and because I’m not tall”, his voice is barely there. 

“I see, mhm.”

You smooth over his lower arm as you think his answer over. You want to give him a good answer and Yoongi waits patiently, feeling close to shaking in nervousness because he can’t remember if he ever bared himself that truthfully before. But he tends to do this with you. You somehow always manage to make him want to break down yet another wall around his heart. 

“I don’t think that having abs or a big chest or being a certain height is what makes someone attractive”, you finally say, “I can see why you feel that way. Especially when you’re surrounded by all those tall vampires with their tits all out and their abs on display, but I don’t think that things like that are important.”

Yoongi dares to look into your eyes for longer. 

“I don’t know how much my silly opinion counts, but I think that you are the most attractive person ever. Whenever I look at you, I feel my heart race and I want to keep looking at you.”

He flusters. 

“And I mean it for both your clothed and naked body. You have the most perfect body, Yoongi.”

“You really think so?”

“Of course I do. Oh my god, have you looked at yourself? You’re gorgeous.”

“Shut up”, he murmurs and cringes, “sorry, that was mean. I didn’t mean it. Sorry, it’s instinct.”

“I know”, you chuckle, “and no, I won’t shut up because I love you and your body and I wanna keep telling you that I love you.”

Yoongi scrunches his nose up in instinctive disgust. 

You give him a grin and kiss the tip of his button nose. 

It makes him part his lips and gawk in awe.

“Also you look gorgeous on top of my face, so don’t be shy next time”, you add just to truly fluster him.

“You’re so weird.”

“Shut up, you’re weird too. You broke the headboard, you big weirdo.”

Yoongi snorts and chuckles. You join him, nudging him with your nose. Yoongi does it back, ending it with a little kiss to the tip of yours.

“I honestly always wondered why literally every vampire has those inhuman abs. Like what do they even do to get that?” you say.

“Too much vain work, I don’t know.”

You chuckle, “honestly it must be so exhausting.”

He nods his head, “I could never keep up with it. I was too busy with killing and drying out and being fucking suicidal to care about that shit.”

“No, I get it. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

“And it’s because I hate my body and what it did in the past. I don’t want to make it beautiful because I don’t…I just…I can’t feel it.” He blinks rapidly, “I don’t feel sexy. I just don’t. I feel like nothing but an ugly blob. Do you know when I feel sexy?”

“Tell me.”

“When I give you pleasure. When you go wow that’s nice because of me, that’s when I feel sexy. But when I’m the object of desire? I feel so ugly and, and undesirable.”

“I understand how you feel. I really do. You want to distance yourself from being perceived and when someone does see you, you panic because it’s a reminder that your body exists and that you are being looked at. When you do something, you exist for the action but being seen means having to look instead of do and that’s uncomfortable for you.”

“Yes that. ___, it’s really hard to feel beautiful”, he confesses in a whisper.

“I know. It’s really hard. Don’t force yourself, you’ll get there eventually.”

“I don���t think I ever will.”

“No, don’t doubt yourself. It’s the same with Kook. His journey to controlling his urges may be long, but he’ll get there too eventually. So will you.”

“It’s hard.”

“I know. You have me, so you’re not alone.”

Yoongi hesitates. Thinks. Hesitates.

So you talk again.

“Would it help you a little if I told you that the way your body looks also gives me a lot of pleasure? Maybe you could think of it that way if it helps a little with feeling a bit sexier?”

“It....it does. Oh. Oh wow, okay”, Yoongi squeezes his eyes into little slits as he smiles so brightly that his gums are showing, “wow. Oh my god”, he says, hiding his eyes behind his hand as he giggles quietly. 

You draw closer, tugging his hand away to hold it instead. Yoongi meets your eyes even if he flusters because of it. 

“I’m happy that it helps you, because it’s the truth. I honestly think that you are incredibly sexy and beautiful, but I also get that it’s hard for you to accept that. Thank you for telling me regardless, my love. Now I wanna give you even more compliments.”

“No thank you. I like to think that way”, he says and lowers his eyes shyly, “I already feel sexier. Just a little, maybe”, he confesses, cheeks turning the softest of pinks instantly. 

“Well that’s good to hear”, you say and giggle, stealing a little kiss from him afterwards. 

Yoongi lowers his head and presses out a curse. “What are you doing to me?” he says, hugging you close to bury his face in your chest. You fall into the sheets like that.

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t even know what I’m doing with you. You are so far in there”, he says, touching his chest.

“You’re so sweet.”

“I don’t let people in.”

“I know.”

“But you’re in there.”

“I am?”

“Yeah”, he nods his head, “I don’t like talking about my stuff, but you make me want to. Fuck, why am I that weak with you? I, I feel so…so…so tiny when I’m with you.”

“You’re not weak or tiny”, you assure him, “thank you Yoongi.”

He looks at you, “for what?”

“For letting me in there and for trusting me and for allowing me to love you.” 

He falters. His eyes race between yours. 

“Thank you. I’m so privileged to be with you.”

“Princess”, he breathes. 

“I told you, I can be so cheesy if I want to.”

Yoongi cups your cheeks, “I love you”, he whispers, making you tear up.

“Oh Yoongi, I love you too”, you press out, kissing him deeply.

You pull back when air is sparse and you have him beneath you. Yoongi smiles at you with his sparkly eyes half-lidded. He reaches up, running his thumb over your cheekbone as tenderly as possible.

“What?” you whisper.

“Nothing”, he breathes, outlining your lips.

“Stop that”, you say, hiding in the crook of his neck giddily.

“I’m not even doing anything. What do you mean?” he whines in a chuckle.

“No, you do. You’re gazing, it flusters me.”

“Hah”, he scoffs, shaking his head in fondness.

You nudge him, using the momentum to snuggle yourself closer in a way a very cuddly cat would do. Yoongi accepts it gladly, purring contently as he runs his fingers up and down your spine in mindless patterns.

“I feel so done”, he confesses.

“Same, I’m still so sleepy.”

“Same. You don’t even know how amazing sex feels as a vampire.”

“Yeah?” you sneak a glance at him for just enough seconds to memorise his face in the position, “does it feel better than when you were human?”

“Yeah. You know how our senses are heightened?”

“Yes.”

“Now imagine how sensitive we get because of it.”

“That’s really hot. I want to feel it too.” 

Yoongi looks at you, “why’d you think I fuck you the way I do?”

“Mhm?”

“It’s ‘cause I want you to get as close to the sensation as possible”, he says. 

“Okay first of all, warn me next time because I actually felt my pussy throb right now and second of all. Min Yoongi you are a menace to my sanity, stop being so talkative after sex and ruining my entire being with, with what you say.”

Yoongi snorts before laughing deeply. 

“Don’t laugh at my pain, I’m suffering.”

“Oh you’re suffering? What should I say? You’re messing with me all the time.”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah you are. Just messing with me and-”, he flips you onto your back without warning, caging your head in between your elbows and caressing the top of your head with his big hands, “-making me want to do nothing more than fuck you stupid all the day long”, he rasps, letting his lips brush against your neck afterwards. 

You shiver. He basks in it like an addict, having to growl when he feels your heart skip a few beats against his lips. 

“Yoongi stop”, you breathe. 

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Yeah, you are. You’re being a menace to my sanity again.”

He chuckles deeply, sounding oh so sexy doing it that you feel your pussy throb again.

You pull back as you suddenly feel his boner poking your inner thigh.

“Really? Again?” you ask him in a laugh and a cocked-up eyebrow.

“I told you, I can’t help it. You’re the worst, I’m constantly horny because of you”, he whines, cracking you up.

“You are?”

“Yeah. Do you even know how little I cared about sex in the past? And then you”, he pulls you closer, “beautiful goddess come into my life and all I wanna do is fuck.”

“You’re adorable, Yoongs”, you giggle, booping his nose.

“I’m serious. You sexy woman are ruining me. I even jerk off.”

“Hot.”

“Not hot. It’s a problem.”

“Why?”

“Cause I can’t concentrate, because you keep popping into my mind.”

“You can’t concentrate? Really?” you snicker, “is it really such a problem that I’m popping into your mind?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah? Why?”

“Cause what if I think about you naked in the middle of a fight and I pop a boner, what then?”

You laugh loudly, making Yoongi snicker deeply. He had hoped that you would like the joke.

“Don’t laugh, what would my enemy think then? That I’m into the fight? Or them?” he continues joking.

Your laughter grows and Yoongi swears he could squeal from happiness. He digs his fingers into your hip to tug you closer, soaking up your expression with sparkly eyes.

“God Yoongi”, you say, wiping your tears away, “you’re so silly.”

He moves in for a rather forceful kiss. Not that he wanted to force himself onto you, but he was so happy and eager to kiss you that it happened that your teeth collided first.

“Ouch, teeth”, you murmur.

“Sorry”, he whispers, chasing you, “so sorry”, he barely gets the words out and then he is already kissing your properly.

“Wait, Yoongi, wait”, you have to pull back, “let me breathe first, you eager kitten”, you say, cupping his cheeks.

He huffs out air, gazing at you with his pretty eyes all sparkly.

“I don’t wanna go out today”, he says and pouts, sagging his shoulders.

“Didn’t you talk all about how you have to hunt for Namjoon again today?”

“That was yesterday me, he was an idiot.”

You laugh again, painting happiness on his face.

“You’re so funny, Yoongi Boongie.”

“You think so?” he asks, barely holding back the smile threatening to creep up.

“Yes, I do. So funny.”

“Mhm”, he lets out and closes his eyes, because he got flustered. He cuddles his face into you, tickling your nose with his hair. He rubs his body into yours, wiggling like a happy kitten and purring like one too. You turn your head, resting your cheek on the crown of his head.

“Yoongi, you still have a boner” you whisper.

“Yeah, ‘cause I want you”, he answers you.

“Fine, fuck”, you give up, parting your legs, “one more round or so help me god. If you’re still being a seductive little shit afterwards, I’ll bite you.”

“Is that a promise?” he asks, lifting his head. 

“No you”, you nudge his chest, “you horndog, this is a threat”, you whine. 

Yoongi lifts himself to his hands, taking your own just so he can pin them above your head. 

“Well then, I feel threatened”, he says, smirking playfully, “guess I gotta fuck you until you forget all about it. Mhm? Turn you stupid around my cock. How’s that sound, princess?” he rasps, rolling his hips into you at the use of your nickname. 

“You goddamn…fucking…” you choke out, arching your back. 

You were so ready to fall into Yoongi, if someone suddenly hadn’t entered his room violently and stopped that from happening.

Taehyung, almost taking the entire doorframe with him.

“Yoongi! ___ is miss- oh” he had yelled before, but stops when he locks eyes with you.

Yoongi lifts his head, looking over his shoulder.

“What are you doing here, brat?” he hisses, “did I allow you to enter?”

“I apologize, I didn’t know that you were with ___”, Taehyung mumbles, trying and failing not to run his eyes down Yoongi’s bared body. That must be the first time he sees the older vampire naked. It would make sense with how much Yoongi struggles with getting naked in front of other people.

The latter disappears from your side within the blink of an eye. The door to the bathroom closes in a loud bang, making both you and Taehyung flinch.

Seconds later you hear the water run.

Poor Yoongi, you think, before averting your eyes to Taehyung.

“Good morning Tae”, you greet the big eyed vampire still present in your room.

“Good morning….forgive me, but was Yoongi truly naked right now?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Well, that is. Hah”, he lets out a breathy laugh, “he has a very shapely bottom.”

You snort in amusement.

“I’m sure that he’ll be happy to hear that”, you tell him.

Taehyung studies you, before taking big steps to you. He sits down on your side of the bed, draping his arm around your waist.

“Where were you? I was worried sick when I woke up and you were missing”, he says without accusation in his voice. He still sounds terribly worried however.

“I’m sorry. I had a nightmare again last night and you slept so well that I didn’t want to wake you. So I went to Yoongi.”

Taehyung furrows his brows.

“Darling”, he says, “you could have woken me.”

“I know, but I just…I feel better now. I had a wonderful dream because of Yoongi.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that”, Taehyung says and caresses your temple, “but please don’t run off like that again. I was worried sick.”

“I understand. I’m sorry, I will tell you next time.”

“Thank you”, he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead. He pulls back, smacking his lips, “ah yes the distinct taste of post sex sweat.”

“Ew Tae, you’re gross”, you gasp, slapping his chest softly.

He snickers mischievously, sitting up straight. He places his hand on your stomach, caressing it gently.

“What were you doing either way, darling?” he asks in a playful voice, one that paints heat to your cheeks. He runs his eyes up and down your body, “don’t tell me that I interrupted your morning, mhm?”

“Don’t give me that voice”, you whine, making him chuckle.

“What voice?”

“Your sex voice.”

Taehyung lowers his eyes playfully, placing his hand on your naked hip. Big and warm it rests there, calling your attention.

The door to the bathroom opens and out comes Yoongi, dressed in a bathrobe. He pulled the belt so tightly around his waist that it looks borderline uncomfortable.

“We shouldn’t stay for too long. We have to leave soon”, he says dryly, acting busy by picking up his clothing from the floor.

“Yes of course, Jimin and Hobi left a few minutes ago to get gas. They will be back soon”, Taehyung says, letting his hand slip from your hip without even noticing it.

“Good. ___ you should take a shower before we leave.”

“I’ll take it soon. Are you okay, Yoongs?”

“Yes, I’m okay”, he says.

“You have a very shapely bottom, hyung”, Taehyung says.

Yoongi freezes up in the position he was in. Bend halfway down to pick up his briefs. His head moves first, turning so he can send Taehyung an almost deadly glare.

“Very well formed and round”, Taehyung continues.

Yoongi’s eyes darken.

“Also very big.”

Yoongi lowers his eyes in annoyance.

“Shut your mouth”, he hisses, turning his head away and finally moving the rest of his body.

Taehyung snickers, exchanging a sheepish look with you.

Yoongi ignores it. He disappears in the bathroom seconds later, closing the door behind him.

“Gosh Tae, you meanie”, you say, giggling.

“I’m honest. His bottom is very pleasing to look at”, Taehyung insists, grinning.

“Gosh, you silly bear”, you say, finally sitting up. You peck his cheek, “I think I should take that shower now. Could you be a darling and get some croissants for breakfast?”

“Of course, my sweetest. I shall get tea to go with them.”

“You are a darling, thank you my sweetheart.”

“Not at all.”

Taehyung leaves after giving you a big goodbye smooch on your naked chest. You tried not to laugh, but failed.

Yoongi has his briefs on when you enter the bathroom, but is still shirtless.

“Tae’s right, your butt is sexy”, you tell him, before slapping it.

“Hey!” he whips around, “stop that.”

You snicker.

His cheeks are beet red.

You cup them and squish them.

“You are so handsome.”

“I-“, Yoongi blinks rapidly.

“Tae’s gone already, he’s getting breakfast.”

“Tch, he’s a brat.”

“And you are blushing.”

Yoongi moves his head away, then turns his shoulder to you.

“Get cleaned. I’m getting ready.”

“I will, sugarbutt”, you say, slapping his butt a second time on his way out.

“Stop that”, he hisses, “and don’t call me sugarbutt. I’m Yoongi Boongie.”

You grin, “yeah? Yoongi Boongie? That’s your name?”

“Whatever”, Yoongi mumbles, fleeing with burning cheeks.

[erisenyo]

could you do aang + zuko, "shit, are you bleeding?!" perhaps ? :)

For this prompt game!

“Watch out.”

“It’s fine,” Aang says, ignoring the water soaking the knees of his pants as he leans out over the reeds. “Look at how big it is! It just came here on its own? Oh, and the babies! They’re—”

“Watch out,” Zuko cautions again.

“—so cu—ow!” Aang yelps, snatching his hand back as the momma snapping turtle swan hisses again, beak poised. “Ow,” he repeats, huffing, ruefully shaking his bit fingers out as the baby turtle swans serenely bob around the reeds. So cute.

“Told you,” Zuko says without looking up from the thread of rainbow fire he’s playing between his fingers, feigning disinterest and lips curled up around the edges.

“I think I should try again,” Aang decides, grinning at the sight of Zuko’s amusement.

“Aang,” Zuko chides, laughing, a good sound, raspy and light and making the breeze around them feel skipping and playful against his bending.

“I think we can be best friends,” Aang says, putting on his most earnest expression.

“Uh huh,” Zuko says, indulgent.

“I think if I just try real hard—”

“Shit, are you bleeding?” Zuko laughs, incredulous. “I told you she wasn’t messing around.”

“Nope.” Aang promptly hides his definitely bleeding finger behind his back. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Let me see it,” Zuko says, reaching, and Aang can’t resist sticking out his tongue and leaning away, Zuko rolling his eyes and sticking out his tongue back before trying to snag Aang’s arm from behind his back.

Aang twiss, laughing and holding his hand far out as Zuko leans over him, hiding it behind his back again to wiggle away from Zuko’s barely-longer arms, both of them squirming and laughing as they fight for his hand.

“Aang,” Zuko huffs, no edge to his annoyance when he’s smiling like that. And he is smiling like that, so Aang wavers a moment before rolling away into a crouch so he can see it better.

“Zuko,” Aang lizard parrots back, feeling his own smile stretching just as wide.

“You should let me look at that.”

“Maybe you should catch me if you want to look that bad,” Aang teases, delighted by the way Zuko’s eyes narrow in mock offense.

Then Zuko lunges forward, faster and sharper and Aang actually needing to put a puff of air behind jumping away.

"Cheating," Zuko accuses, flicking a little tongue of rainbow fire, easily batted away and barely even disturbing the turtle ducks—they’re used to it, after all, the snapping turtle swans less so, but they will be if they stay.

"You didn't say no bending," Aang grins, careful to only flick a little shower of sparks back as he ducks away even though he feels like he could fill the entire sky above Caldera with fireworks right now with how overfull he is, the way he always feels whenever he gets to see Zuko happy and relaxed and playful this way, whenever he gets to taste that different edge of Zuko's fire—

“It’s different for everyone,” Zuko shrugs, frowning in concentration as he tosses a little ball of sparkling fire up and down. “Taste is common, though. Uncle says it's like tea for him.”

“Mine is just…” Aang searches for words, huffing a little when he can’t seem to find any that match the sensation-feeling-awareness of meeting someone else’s fire with his fire sense.

“Yeah,” Zuko agrees, shooting him a small little smile before focusing on his ball again. “Taste isn’t it, but it isn’t not it, so—” A shrug. “Taste.”

“What’s it for you?” Aang asks, rolling onto his side to watch Zuko better, itching to reach a thread out for the fire in Zuko’s hands and knowing not to do it without permission. That at least is still the same as a hundred years ago. 

“I hear it,” Zuko says, thoughtful, before his lips suddenly twist into a little smirk. “Azula smells it,” he adds, like its a secret, a joke, an invitation, something just for them. “Maybe that’s why she always looks like she’s smelling something bad.”

Aang giggles at the idea, calling out a little tongue of his own flame. “None of the other elements are like this,” he marvels. They tug at and pull on his senses in different ways, in ways that sometimes make him feel dizzy trying to balance, but not like this.

Zuko shrugs, and calls out a second curl of fire. “None of the other elements come from inside you.”

—it's fizzing and light like this, where it used to be bitter and acrid. It makes Aang think of sun-warm plums on a hot day and Aang wonders, as they play, if Aang's fire has always sounded the same to Zuko or whether Zuko can hear the small shifts that have built over time—tones and pitches and melodies, maybe—the way Kuzon used to tell stories of people finding each other by their fire, the way the plays sometimes have the big reveal though an inadvertent flame.

Zuko is a good enough bender that he could, if he knew how.

And Zuko’s made enough comments that Aang thinks Zuko knows what those different tones would mean.

And Zuko is smiling at him still, and playful with him still, and fizzing and bubbling against his fire sense still, and Aang wonders what it would all be like if Zuko felt as warm and bright and heart-racing-excited-happy-so-happy as Aang does right now. If maybe it would feel exactly like this. If maybe it would taste like sun-warm plums on a hot day.

[friesian]

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 happy pride! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 a little piece of marwyd at his first pride with johnny to celebrate tyria pride. ft. a written piece under the cut by @kamiporterbridges !!

They had walked, and walked, then walked some more. Johnny's sheer, explosive joy was contagious, even if he wasn't used to it. As soon as he started lagging behind Marwyd knew what was up, and gently waited for him to catch up before offering a hand.

"Wanna climb up?" he said - his bassy tones making Johnny snap up towards his face.

He huffed, shoulders dropping as he curled a golden ringlet around his finger.

"Yeah?" he murmured, blushing ever so slightly.

Joy wasn't compatible with rage. And without rage, that seemingly incombustible berserker flame was starting to dwindle.

Marwyd knew it. There was no need for words.

"Up ye go, peach."

With only one arm, he scooped Johnny up, accommodating him sitting over his shoulder. Johnny barely managed to utter a brief "Ah!" before finding himself suddenly towering over the crowd.

Fireworks sparkled all around him, and Johnny's eyes lit up with a generous smile. When he glanced down at Marwyd, he chuckled like a satisfied bull, deep and calm.

"Boons of havin' a travelin' partner that's way too tall," he said, tipping his hat up.

Johnny's smile turned soft. His joy was contagious indeed. It made Marwyd's pulse run just a tiny bit faster.

"Yeah," he replied, grinning. "Betcha it is."

The crowd grew euphoric, the music of the many bards grew louder. Johnny screamed and laughed and made gestures at everyone who might glance their way. And finally he unraveled the proud tricolored flag he had been using as a cape, waving it up in the air.

"Yeah!" he yelled, clutching the flag with abandon. "Fuck yeah Pride!"

More screams joined in reply. And Marwyd looked up at him with an eyebrow up, chuckling once again.

Up on his shoulder, cut against the sun, bright as a golden beacon. Loud, as always. Unashamed, as usual. Under his light, anyone could grow and thrive. Anyone could look at their own reflection, and believe if only an ounce of what he tirelessly spewed was true.

Anyone. Maybe even Marwyd.

Still with his arms up in the air, surrounded by friendly voices echoing his passionate yell, Johnny spared a look his way. Something in his expression made Johnny pause, surprise quickly giving way to a somewhat coy chuckle.

"What!" he demanded, a slight blush spreading over his juvenile cheeks again.

As he held him up, Marwyd felt suddenly filled to the brim with something. Something that echoed Johnny's words, and made deep green blush be the backdrop to the subtle, tiny rainbow flags painted over his cheeks.

"I'm proud of ye, peach," he murmured. Only for him, rather than the loud parade around them. Only for them both.

Johnny's eyes grew fonder, and so did his smile as he leaned down and kissed the top of his hat. A tender, innocent gesture, so distant from his usual fragrant, shameless seduction Marwyd had no option but to believe it was genuine.

"Proud of ya too, big guy," he said, leaning down on his hat.

It was merely a tiny step in an unknown direction. But walking together, hand in hand, the road didn't seem so daunting all of the sudden.

[jungle-angel]

Goodnight My Angel (Miles Miller x Reader)

Summary: Miles has a nightmare during a thunderstorm but you know exactly how to comfort him

Warnings: PTSD, nightmares, comfort etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse

Even in your deep sleep you could hear the rain battering the roof, heavy and unrelenting as you nested in close to your husband. You gently held his hand, your fingertips brushing his knuckles and over the thin little band of gold around his left ring finger.......

*BOOM!!!!!!*

Miles gasped and woke with a start, his scream filling the bedroom and startling you awake as the thunder shook the house. You could hear his whimpers through his heavy breathing, shocked by the suddenness of it all.

"Miles? Miles sweetie," you said, trying to keep as calm as possible.

"Momma? M.....Momma....." he whimpered.

"Miles, Miles shhhhh......." you hushed. "Miles it's ok......shhhhh.......you're ok.....I promise you're ok."

Another roll of thunder had his arms squeezing you suddenly, clenching you as if his life depended on it. "Shhhhhh........Miles," you whispered softly, your fingers gently stroking the back of his neck.

"Oh baby," he whimpered. "(Y/n) I'm so sorry.......m'so sorry."

You could feel his burning hot tears starting to stream down your neck, holding your husband's shuddering body close to you. Not in three years had he had a nightmare, not even after the fireworks on your Fourth Of July wedding anniversary the previous year.

"Shhhhh......come back to sleep my love," you whispered.

You lay with Miles, gently holding his hand as the thunder kept rolling outside and the rain pelting the cottage. "Bad dream again?" you asked him.

Miles nodded.

You gently stroked his hair and remembered the one thing that could get him to go back to sleep, especially at a time like this.

"Goodnight my angel Time to close your eyes And save these questions for another day I think I know what you've been asking me I think you know what I've been trying to say I promise I would never leave you And you should always know, I never will be far away"

Miles sniffed and wiped away a tear. It was the same song his Grandma Essie used to sing to him when he was a baby. His hand gripped yours tightly as his voice joined in with yours, as sweet as the birdsong in spring.

"Goodnight my angel, now it's time to sleep And still so many things I want to say Remember all the songs you sang for me When we went sailing on a emerald bay And like a boat out on the ocean I'm rocking you to sleep The water is dark and deep inside this mother's heart You'll always be a part of me

Goodnight my angel, now it's time to dream And dream how wonder your life will be Some day a child may cry and if you sing this lullaby Then in your heart there will always be a part of me"

"Oh sweetpea," he murmured, caressing your face. "I'm so sorry I put you through this."

You kissed him sweetly, Miles returning the kiss without any question. "You're alright my love," you assured him. "You're alright."

A lazy, sleepy smile played with his soft features in the dim light of your shared bedroom. You helped Miles take a few deep breaths, helping him fall back asleep, riding out the storm as best you could.

You both awoke the next morning to the warm sunshine streaming in through the windows and the birds singing in the trees. The leaves on the big oak tree outside your window were shiny with the night's rain and the late spring humidity hanging heavy in the air. You and Miles both blinked your eyes open, shocked that outside, clear as day, was a huge rainbow near the pond where you would swim in the hot weather.

"Would you look at that?" Miles chuckled.

You laughed with him as he kissed you, nuzzling your cheek. "Always a rainbow after the storm," he whispered.

You hummed into Miles's kiss, the both of you watching until the sun rose so high that the colors themselves couldn't be seen, happy and blissfully content after the storm.

[hearts-hunger]

i'm trying to write out the highlights of last night without crying and/or just giving a play by play of the entire show, but here are my thoughts about starcatcher opening night 🩷

- seeing them standing all together when the curtain dropped was earth-shattering to me. i can't even tell you the amount of joy and excitement and emotion i felt seeing them like that.

- every single song from starcatcher was ten times better live. which means that the songs i didn't like before i love now, and the songs i liked already i have now sold my soul to.

- jake's outfit had me in a chokehold. could not stop talking about how hot he looked.

- josh coming out in the LA strange horizons outfit almost killed me, and then he was singing mtm on the catwalk under that spotlight, and he looked like an actual angel. like, otherworldly.

- nash strange horizons outfit my beloved :') that was my first gvf show and it was so special to have him wear that again!!

- jake and josh playing with the spotlights and goofing around and running back and forth on stage 😭 and sammy and jake playing back and forth on the bass and guitar 😭

- when josh said “before, tonight was just a dream; tonight, it is a dream come true” he is truly the sweetest most darling most precious boy ever

- josh said they might have some mistakes with the set (as he said, “what we in the business call fuck-ups”) and they did, i thought jake looked a little pissed at one point because his guitar was out of tune hehe but they recovered smoothly and made it a great show

- heat above was like a warm hug. the very first time i heard it was live, and that was a really good time of my life when i was first getting into gvf, and being able to sing it again with josh and everyone was like coming home to a place i had really missed.

- lover leaver???? when i tell you i could not have been more shocked. we shrieked and sang the whole thing.

- the only part i didn’t love was that everybody's attention was distracted during danny's solo, because everybody was watching the b stage instead of him. he killed it, and i loved his cute little dramatic swoosh to direct our attention to the b stage.

- the b stage being like a campfire sing along, sam piano, unchained melody, danny and jake joining them, danny guitar - unparalleled. it was so intimate and lovely, like getting a glimpse into the close bond they share with each other.

- anthem and flower power are like my white whales of gvf live songs, and i can't believe i got to hear one of them. i cried. we all cried.

- danny and josh singing woyaya together was probably my favorite moment of the whole night. there was something really tender about the two of them, big brother and little brother, singing harmony to josh’s special song. now it’s danny and josh’s special song :')

- the rainbow we did for josh during light my love, and the swaying together and singing, and josh getting emotional afterwards? devastating, truly.

- shirtless josh????? need i say more

- every time jake went towards the catwalk, he smiled. he's the cutest. he was so confident and happy and just glowing with it.

- also, the archer (extended version) ????? were those new lyrics?? i couldn't make out what was singing but we were freaking out

- we were like four rows away from the catwalk, and seeing jake and danny walk by to get back to the big stage was like “oh holy fuck they're real??”

- the stars and sparkles and fireworks and just everything about the stage setup was so magical and wonderful

- “farewell for now” felt really personal, like josh really meant that they had tried hard to make it a special night for us and were so happy to share it with us, and we meant it too when we sang it back. i love farewell for now as a tour tradition song that we and the boys are singing to each other.

i'll probably think of more, but for right now, those were the high points of the show for me. it was my third gvf show and absolutely the best one so far. it really felt like i was being welcomed home, like a reminder that life is full of joy and magic and music. it really was like seeing old friends and being asked to stay and talk a while. i'm so happy just to exist in the same time as josh, jake, sam, and danny. it's such a privilege to share in the magic of their imaginations, to be invited to sing and celebrate with them, to really know that they love us and we love them. everything about this show was a love letter, from them to us and from us back to them, and i’m so thankful to have been able to share that love with them and everybody who has been seen and shown love through their music 🩷

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

Back on my “Senoritas Perfectas�� bullshit ✨

“What if I mess it up?”

Isabela paused. Mirabel was anxiously wringing her hands, looking up at her with big pleading eyes.

“I don’t want to disappoint Ab- anyone,” Mirabel said. She was six now; she’d had her Gift for a year and she’d recently mastered a new trick: makeshift fireworks. No loud explosions, just pretty rainbow lights, soaring up into the air and bursting out like handfuls of glitter.

It was Abuela’s birthday. It was also the first time Mirabel would be showing this new trick off to the village.

“You’re not going to mess anything up,” Isabela said. She leaned down and straightened Mirabel’s sparkly ribbon, smoothed her pretty dress. “I promise, Mira. You’re gonna be great.”

Mirabel glanced anxiously at the courtyard. It was empty for now, but the guests would be arriving soon.

“Will you stay with me, Isa?” Mirabel whispered, so softly that she nearly missed her. Her little sister looked so nervous, so very small. It nearly tore Isabela’s heart in two.

She’d promised to teach Mirabel to be perfect, just like everyone wanted. Isabela and Mirabel; the perfect flower and the shining star.

How could Isa possibly say no to that pleading look?

“I’ll be with you the whole time,” Isabela promised, taking Mirabel’s hands and squeezing reassuring. Mirabel instantly brightened- literally. There was a faint shimmer around her.

“Promise?”

“I promise. We’re a team now, remember?”

[kindheart525]

What do the Thirdverse Mane 6 couples do for their dates, when not preoccupied with work and their kids?

Twilight Sparkle x Sunburst: They have a sort of book club that’s just the two of them, where they both read a book and then take one or two days a month to write a thesis together on it. They get extremely passionate and in depth about it, with a number of papers easily exceeding 50 pages. I would imagine they publish some that they especially want the world to see but not always; it’s all in good fun as an intellectual bonding activity. It really brings them closer together as they engage in healthy debate and learn more from and about each other. Also they still love to go antiquing together just like in the show!

Applejack x Sugar Belle: They send the kids on a few days away with Big Mac or Apple Bloom and they take the kitchen to themselves for a baking weekend! It’s a passion both of them share and I think they’d spend the time not only discussing different recipes but also the goings on of their life and their personal values and whatnot. Much like when they were dating; it makes for a healthy and communicative relationship. The kids would certainly come home to tons of apple-flavored treats to enjoy (and even some with other flavors thanks to Sugar’s more varied palate)!

Rarity x Filthy Rich: Rarity would 100% love to take extravagant trips so she and Rich would absolutely go on a lot of those, distinct from obligatory travel for business or other high society commitments. They do bring their kids along, not wanting to leave them to miss out on any once-in-a-lifetime memories, but they hire a babysitter/nanny to come with them so they can reserve some of the itinerary for just the two of them. There are pretty much endless opportunities for what they could do together, depending on where they travel to. Rarity and Rich thrive on these experiences giving their relationship so much variety, but with how busy they are all the time, I imagine they’re also happy to spend a date night alone at home with wine and rose petals.

Rainbow Dash x Big Macintosh: I can see Big Mac loving nothing more than to lie back against a sturdy old tree and watch his radiant love perform dazzling tricks in the sky. Rainbow Dash loves the attention of course, knowing she’s admired so much for her talents, but I imagine she would also wish he could join her up there. Thus leading to her trying to carry him with her (she’s so strong yet so small - would she succeed?) or otherwise looking for some other way to get him up there. Big Mac would appreciate that even more than the stunts she performs, the fact she thought about him. If not that, they might race around with Dash flying through the trees and Big Mac running along with her, letting loose for some good lighthearted fun.

Fluttershy x Quibble x Pharynx: Nature hikes or weekend camping trips would be their favorite pastimes; they sometimes go with the kids and sometimes without. Fluttershy has lots of fun talking about all the fauna and flora while Quibble is enjoying learning new things, definitely taking notes along the way. All the while Pharynx is playfully joking about being their bodyguard, even going so far as to stand outside of the tent and keep watch at night. (I’ve recently developed the headcanon that only juvenile changelings need regular sleep and that adult changelings can stay up for days).

Pinkie Pie x Tempest Shadow x Luna: Since all three of them have a sense of humor in some way, I think they might enjoy lighthearted, harmless pranking sessions even as grown middle aged mares. Or they’d have dates at Sugarcube Corner, like Pinkie and Tempest before they became official, which holds even more meaning because Pinkie no longer lives there so it’s nostalgic for her. They would also love stargazing or watching fireworks (created by Tempest herself). Luna would love their nighttime dates the most, and she and Tempest would both find it adorable how enamored Pinkie gets with the colorful lights or how she always seems to find unexpected and unique constellations among the stars.

[orithyiaeleven]

UC Fanwork Celebration Day 1 (The early access version)

Day 1 was Favourite Arc / Roll for AU. My favourite Arc is Arc 3, and I rolled Class Swap, so I let the dice decide what each Arc 3 character's new class should be. I then re-imagined their first meeting with their new classes. This is shortly pre-Arc 3 Flashback.

However, I am not quite happy with the story yet, and will take the time to work on it before uploading it to AO3. Because today is the day, though, and technically the story is finished, I will post the current version of it under the cut here on Tumblr instead, and update you once I am happy and have uploaded it.

It doesn't even have a fixed name yet, but my working title would be "A different group of heroes". I hope you enjoy, and the finished piece will hopefully come soon.

The crackling sound of pyromagic mixes with the cheers of people, carried over to Lathe by a helpful little breeze gossiping in his ear. He closes his eyes and takes a moment to taste the caramel popcorn in the air. With a little smile, he quickens his step: Festivities are happening in the centre of Tyle, and he must know more.

Nimbly, he finds his way past the little shops and side alleys. A crowd of people is currently pushing towards the town centre, following the same siren’s call of laughter, fireworks, applause and cotton candy that he is tracking, but he knows the quickest ways around, and how to avoid getting stuck in the slowly moving mass of bodies. He sprints past the little bookstore with a “Good morning, Mx. Shinebearer”, through the backyard of a house that has been empty for ages, past a few spell component stores and the academy students gathered in front of them, until finally, he reaches the town centre. A man dressed in the borderline gaudy garb of a circus director stands on a small makeshift stage built up in front of the gigantic magician’s statue, addressing the gathered crowd with big movements.

“Come, come, one and all! Young and old, people of all shapes and sizes, come and gather to witness the magic and wonders of the Cinderbloom Circus!” More fireworks pop up, displaying flaming flowers in all colours of the rainbow.

“Now, people of Tyle and beyond, witness one of our audience favourites, our star, who has come all the way from frosty Glaceria to present her talents, our ice princess! And remember to come visit our full show and program in Maevir-Eirik-Park, from tomorrow until next week!”

With more cheers, the announcer clears the temporary stage they have set up for a young woman dressed in glittering pastel purple silks. She has a thin, but athletic build, and although she carries herself with the poise befitting her stage name, Lathe recognises the way her chin is slightly drawn forward, and the way her eyes seem to search the crows for someone daring to challenge her position.

Three circus assistants jog up to the statue and quickly arrange some silks to drape around the arms and the wand of the stone wizard, while the acrobat takes out a little flute from a pocket hidden in her garments. She bows to the crowd, looks to the assistants for a quick sign that they’re done, and grabs one of the aerial silks. Within moments, she is up on the statue’s shoulder, dangling her feet, and gives him a coquettish little kiss on the cheek before sliding down again to the tune of her own melody, seemingly falling. Just inches above the ground, she catches herself again, and climbs up the way she came. Her movements are fluid and seem entirely effortless, coming to her as easy as breathing, and all the while she still continues playing the flute as if to underline how little mind she has to pay her motion. Even the way her pastel purple hair falls seems to be choreographed and trained to perfection. She moves through the silks with ease, somehow finding grip on the smooth fabric. All of it seems so in sync, it’s captivating.

Her performance is only a few minutes, but the crowd explodes with cheers for her as she is finished. She gives a smile, together with a head movement that seems to say “see, I told you I could do it”. It fits her stage name, but again, Lathe recognises the signs of someone who had to prove herself all her life. While the announcer reminds the crowd again to visit the full show, the purple performer is already going backstage again, and Lathe follows. Instead of an actual backstage area, the circus has rented an empty store as their dressing room. Before the young woman enters, Lathe manages to get her attention.

“Excuse me, Miss! Can I talk to you for just a second?”

“A second, sure, how can I help you?”

“Lathe Nightrym, my pleasure, truly, what a wonderful performance-“

“Oh thank you, sir, I am always happy to inspire people.”

“You have definitely done that today, my dear. Could I ask you, would you be willing to join a little adventuring party?”

“Ah. Right. I, uhm, I am very honoured by your request, but I must say no. As the circus is travelling around quite a lot, it is simply not possible for me to take up any other obligations. But thank you, I always enjoy talking to fans.”

“Please, just think about it.” He hands her one of his flyers. “A small group of friends travelling through all of Hyranor, defeating monsters, saving the world – have you never dreamed of that? Of not having to prove your worth, but having the stories about your heroic deeds precede you?” She breaks eye contact and looks to the side. “Take the flyer, just consider it, for a moment. The adventures we could go on. The stories they would tell. Being invited to court by the Queen, mere hours after defeating a monster. I am currently trying to form such a group, and I just know that you would make the perfect addition. I have handed out and put up flyers all over town, and in two days, we will meet at the Brewster’s Potions for brunch to meet up. No strings attached yet, absolutely no requirements, just to get a feel for the people, do some brainstorming… And if you don’t like it, you can just leave and go back to this life here.”

She sighs and lets her fingers wander over the flyer. He really did his best to draw the dragon, but maybe in this case it’s not bad that it is reminiscent of children’s drawings. “Alright. I will consider it”, she finally says.

Lathe can’t help but grin. “Amazing. See you in two days, then!” He turns to leave.

“I said I will consider it!”

“Brewster’s Potions, right next to the Gilded Quill!”

Brewster’s Potion, right next to the Gilded Quill, is not empty, but also not bustling with patrons two days later. There is a pleasant drizzle of conversation from the surrounding nooks and tables as Lathe Nightrym sits at the back of the room, waiting for people to show up.

“Are you ordering, or still waiting?”, the server asks again.

“Still waiting, thanks, dear”, he answers with a smile.

“Alright love, you just call when you want anything.” For a moment, Lathe believes to see pity in her eyes. But people will show up, he was just early. He handed the flyers out to at least fifteen people, and put them up in places all around town, someone has to show up.

Mere moments later, they do. The big guy he met at the Academy enters the tavern, and Lathe waves excitedly to get his attention. Carefully, the Firbolg makes his way over to him, the greyish hair on his head scraping the ceiling, his Academy uniform neat, but not freshly ironed. Only when he is already standing in front of the table, Lathe sees that he has brought a friend, a young Halfling woman who seems even smaller, near comically tiny next to him, but dressed in full armour. Eagerly, Lathe puts out a hand, and the big guy shakes it.

“Hello, hello, so glad you decided to come! You’re the first here, and I see you brought a friend as well?”

“Annie Wintersummer”, the young woman answers, putting out a hand as well to greet Lathe.

“Delighted to meet you, Annie Wintersummer. Sorry, friend, your name was?”, he asks, turning towards the Firbolg again.

“Aldrum.”

“Right, right! I’ve met you during the Open Day at the Arcane Academy, truly, what a glorious performance of arcane work you did. And you, Annie – I hope it’s alright if I just call you Annie? – are you a student at the Academy as well?”

“No”, she answers, and Lathe can see Aldrum make the “delicate topic” face. “No, the Arcane Academy did not think my magical talent was… worth cultivating at their esteemed institution. So instead I decided to hone my skills with weapons. I spend my time with technique instead of theory. And my magical gifts can influence my blade as well.”

“That sounds incredibly interesting, would you care to show me?”

“Not inside here, but later outside I can absolutely show you what I can do.”

Lathe smiles with excitement to see what the young woman would show him. Having someone of her size who would be able to run through enemy lines and legs and stab them from behind could be very beneficial, and she seems determined enough.

His smile widens even more as he sees the woman with the pastel purple hair enter the tavern, her eyes searching around. He stands up and waves to get her attention, and she floats towards them.

“You really came! How wonderful, please, take a seat. This is Aldrum, a wizard from the Arcane Academy, who has recently presented a very interesting project on some new protective spells he is working on, and his friend Annie Wintersummer, who apparently is a very skilled fighter.”

“Fighter and warlock. I can do some magic. Even if the academy cannot appreciate it.”

The purple woman smiles and shakes their hands each. “Happy to meet you, my name is Fey Moss.”

It is only then that Lathe realises he never actually heard her say her real name before. “And Fey Moss here is an acrobat with an incredible skill set, truly, I have never seen anyone move that nimbly before, what a performance!”

She nods her head down, as if to indicate a bow. “You might have heard of me as the ice princess.”

“I haven’t, actually”, Annie says.

Fey looks a bit taken aback, although she catches herself with ease. “Well, I am also quite skilled at martial arts, if it is necessary. I would love to see you fight as well, Annie, I think it would be very interesting to see your skillset.”

“Surely, yes. I would appreciate that. I always like to broaden my horizon and learn new styles and techniques.”

“How wonderful!”, Lathe exclaims and claps his hands. “Truly, I am so glad you are getting along already. Let’s get some brunch, and we will get this party going! Excuse me, Miss- we would like to order, please!”

Right as the server brings them their milkshakes and sandwiches, the tavern door opens again. At first, it seems no one entered, until Lathe sits up straighter to be able to see down, where he can track the long ponytail of an elderly Halfling man move towards their table.

“Lathe Nightrym?”, the man asks, looking at him. “I believe you were looking for people with the mind and skillset for adventures?”

Lathe quickly scans the man. He doesn’t seem particularly strong or dextrous, but not frail, either. He wears sun-coloured robes, and there is a certain glint to his eyes that seems almost animalistic.

“Yes, absolutely, take a seat here with us. What’s your name, friend?”

The man gives a polite smile and takes the offered seat. “Diarmad. I saw your flyers around the city.”

“Oh perfect, so they did work, then! May I ask, what kind of skills do you bring to this group? Your robes seem religious, but I cannot see any symbol on them?”

“Right, no, I am a magician, but not the divine sort. The robes are just the kind of garments we wear at my commune. But I was, let’s say born with magic.”

“Why do you say ‘let’s say born’? Were you born with it or not?”, Annie asks, trying her best to cover a probably not too kind remark about sorcerers and nepotism from Aldrum.

Diarmad throws a quick glance over at the Firbolg in his shirt and cloak with the Academy logo, raising a brow, and then turns towards Annie with a much nicer expression on his face, nearly mischievous. “It’s not my first time around. My people have found a way to basically concentrate weak flows of magic in a person through a ritual of reincarnation, so… The weak magical potential of my previous life has been focused into a pretty mean set of magical skills.”

Aldrum doesn’t seem convinced. “And… how exactly is magical talent enhanced through reincarnation? That sounds like it contradicts most current theories on magic.”

“You tell me, you’re the scholar. It worked for me, and that’s all that matters. But you academy people prefer to keep the magic to yourselves anyways, right?”

Annie puts a hand on the hilt of her sword, glaring at the elderly Halfling. “Please don’t talk to my friend like that,” she says in a tone that isn’t a request.

Lathe decides to steer this conversation around as fast as possible. “Alright, friends, I think that’s enough of that, we’re supposed to become a party after all!”

“A party?” A tall person with brown skin and some suspiciously alive and worm-like looking accessories in her hair leans over the half-high room divider between the table they apparently sat at alone, and the table Lathe had ordered. “I love parties, can I come as well?”

“Oh, not that kind of party, we’re trying to go adventuring-“

“Adventures are fun, I love adventures, too!” She smiles, climbs over the wall instead of going around it, despite wearing breastplate armour, and squeezes in between Fey and Annie around the table. Fey looks at the, oh yes, definitely worms, with a mixture of morbid fascination and absolute horror.

“Alright, hi then,” Lathe begins, not too sorry about the distraction from the magic discourse, “and you are?”

“A friend! And a new party member for your group. Six is a much better number than five, anyways.” They smile at all of them.

“…And your name is?”

“Oh! Right! Bombyx Mori. Pleased to make your acquaintance,” she says slowly, tasting out every word in her mouth.

Annie continues the questions. “And you do adventures?”

“Absolutely! All the time! The forest is filled with adventures.”

Now, Diarmad seems intrigued. “You’re a forest kind of person?”

“Yes, definitely, that. I met some very nice trees some time ago, and they asked me for help against disrespectful woodcutters. So I helped them, and then I swore to help all the trees, and protect all the forests, and apparently, when you make an oath, that is really meaningful in this world. So now I have to protect the forests, and I haven’t really figured out what exactly that means, yet, but I have already fought some monsters and that has gone really well for me so far, so I think I might just have become invincible.”

“For sure, for sure”, Lathe says, trying to not show his disbelief too much. A paladin is something their party could use. Whether Bombyx Mori is the perfect addition or the last missing piece for a perfect disaster, or possibly even both, he isn’t as sure of, yet. But it’s worth a shot. Especially if they actually have some experience already. “Alright then, let’s order some more milkshakes for the two of you, and then I can already tell you about a potential first adventure.”

[axolotlsupremacyowo]

Find the Word Megapost...the Sequel!

Heya! Thanks so much for my bestiest besties @mrsmungus and @oceangirl24 for the tags! This is super fun and I love doing it! And wow...they've tagged me in a lot of games! Let's run down these words!

Words for me!

Miranda (I)

honey, calm, trust, shimmer, darkness, fall, crime, portable, stain, crisp

Miranda (II)

growth, flower, fresh, dawn, easter, break, clean, rainbow, blossom, sneeze

Miranda (III)

rollercoaster, prize, sun, hotdog, popcorn, horse, sawdust, game, fireworks, display

Aria

chowder, clatter, visage, eternal, skeptical, irate, jaggernaut, lime, superhero

Words for YOU!

momentous, melancholy, refusal, ambition, hue, truly, event, potential, establish, omission

For who I'll tag...let's go @mrsmungus, @mikaharuka, @kayedium-writes, @oceangirl24, @fattybattysblog, @tsunderesalty, @lena-hills, @bees-and-sunshine, @sliebman10, @udaberriwrites and of course...open tag to anyone who wants to join!

Well! That's it!

To the words we go!

Honey (False Pretenses That Could Be)

“What in the fucking hell?” Julian and Garak both separated from their kiss, turning to the source of the voice, only to be met with a frowning Miles and a grinning Keiko. ”Um…hi?” Julian said uncertainly. Miles looked exasperated. “You two really couldn’t wait until you got to your quarters? You’re making out here?” “We weren’t making out.” Julian said. “Making out is a strong word, Chief.” Garak added. “That’s what you were doing!” Miles said. “Miles honey, they’re in a relationship. Of course they’ll make out.” Keiko said. Miles turned to Keiko with a brow raised. “But out here in the hallways?” “Come on Miles, let them be. They’re in love!” “Love? Are you sure this isn’t another one of Dr. Bashir’s weekly love interests?” Keiko shot Miles a glare. “Miles.” “I’m just being honest, honey.” “Honest or not, the two are still in love.” Keiko said, then shooting them both a grin. “And knowing love…we should leave them alone.” Miles was confused at first, but then he got it. “Oh my god, Keiko honey you’re disgusting.” Keiko was giggling. “C’mon Miles, be mature.” “You be mature!” Julian was confused as well, whispering to Garak. “Do you know what they’re talking about, Garak?” “Not a clue, my dear Julian.” Garak whispered back. Julian simply nodded.

Calm (Salted Caramel Comfort)

The ice cream shop was a pretty small building, chairs and tables outside shielded by umbrellas overlooking the beautiful sight of the grass fields of the park. The building was made of a red faded brick, with dark blue shingles for the roof. the sign of the shop in big bold white letters on a deep navy blue background. The windows had a few posters of them, mostly about ice cream, and one of them being for an up and coming band that Miles didn’t particularly care for. It was peaceful and calm, walking up to the small ice cream shop, his fingers interlocked with Phoenix’s as they made their way to the shop, Trucy skipping excitedly next to them. As soon as she saw the bright white sign and the red walls of the building she immediately gasped. “WE’RE HERE!” Trucy yelled out excitedly, immediately bolting to the door as she continued to yell. “WE’RE HERE WE’RE HERE WE’RE HERE!” “Geez! Trucy, slow down!” Phoenix called out to Trucy. “How is she even that fast?!” Miles cried out incredulously. “I dunno! Just go and get to her!” Phoenix replied. Miles and Phoenix ran after her, the two of them entering into the building. The building had more posters of ice cream puns on the red brick walls, a counter with a display for all the ice cream flavors that they sold, and a milkshake machine behind the counter. There were booths, and chairs and tables, all a light cream color. There were quite a few people in the shop. A few groups of teens loudly talking about…whatever the hell teens talked about these days, and some families with their children. Though, neither Miles nor Phoenix saw Trucy, looking around them for any sign of her. The two scanned the room for Trucy, spotting her when they heard her voice yell out to them. “Uncle Nick! Uncle Edgeworth! Over here!” Trucy was by the ice cream display, jumping up and down and waving her arms around wildly. “…Well, there she is.” Phoenix commented with a grin. Miles rolled his eyes.

Trust (Green Emeralds and High Tides, Chapter 6)

The more time Apollo spent with the crew…the more he found that he liked them. They were friendly, welcoming, loud, and even…kind. Ema rattled on and on about her experiments, Wocky laughed so hard that Apollo was sure the entire seven seas could hear them, Machi smiled and tried to have a polite conversation with him, and Daryan was even being less of an asshole than usual. They let him join their games, let him help them in cooking, helped him navigate their way to the island, and even asked him what his life as a mage was like. At some point in the many days that they had known him…they started to treat Apollo like they were a part of their crew, part of their family. And Apollo enjoyed it, he really did. And yet, as Apollo spent time with the crew, all he could think about was Klavier. After Apollo and Klavier had their talk, he hadn’t seen him the entire day since. The entire day, Apollo too had thought about what Klavier said, and about his past. Klavier wasn’t lying, he could sense it, his bracelet not tightening once during their conversation, even when he said that he didn’t kill his mentor. Apollo wasn’t sure if that made things better or worse. Better, because it meant that Klavier was a man to be trusted. But worse, because it meant that the things that happened to him, the things that he was accused of, were true. Some part of Apollo wondered what would have happened if Klavier hadn’t been accused of murder, how different their lives would be if they had never crossed paths. Oddly enough…Apollo didn’t like the idea of having never met Klavier. He wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t like it.

Darkness (Yours Truly Franziska von Karma, Chapter 3)

The defendant lobby, that was where it all happened, it was the catalyst for the change in Franziska’s life. Franziska didn’t remember much about that afternoon, it all blurred together into a single horrifying sensation, a sensation that crashed over her like strong waves in the ocean, suffocating her under the weight of it all. All she remembered was the flickering light of the lightning, the thunderous sound of thunder accompanied with angry shouts, and the throbbing pain on her back as she was thrown to the wall. However, there was one thing Franziska remembered so vividly, and that was the scream. She could still hear it, the horrible scream that she had heard when she had fired the gun. Franziska was back in that very same defendant lobby, sat on the floor of the very defendant lobby where it happened. It was raining, just like it had before when it had happened. Though, something was different about it. It was darker, more cold and barren, and Franziska could sense an undeniable malevolent force. She could barely see the walls, ground, and ceiling, having to squint her eyes at the darkness to be able to make out the forms. Every now and again she would hear the sound of thunder, and the familiar terrifying flashing of lightning. In the darkness of the defendant lobby, Franziska could see the form of a person. The form was laying on the ground, almost as if it were dead. But it wasn’t dead, Franziska could see the way its chest rose and fell, it was still alive. Almost sleeping, in a way. Franziska’s eyes widened as she realized who the body was. It was her mother. “M-Mama?” Franziska called out hesitantly. The form of her mother got up and turned around to meet her daughter, and Franziska realized that whatever this thing was, it wasn’t her mother. It was a bastardization of her, a sick cruel mockery of the kind woman that was her mother. This wasn’t Frieda Engel. It wasn’t her. It wasn’t. But if it wasn’t…why did it look so much like her?

Fall (Summer Will Turn into Fall)

Slowly, summer turned into fall. The air around them got cooler, it started raining less, people wore heavier clothes, cafés started offering fall related drinks and pastries, and leaves and grass turning from a vibrant green to muted hues of orange, yellow, and red. The transition from summer to fall was quite gradual, unnoticeable unless you looked for it. Maya hadn’t been able to notice, too busy with her new job in the Borscht Bowl and the responsibilities of being a mother. While summer was her second favorite season, only narrowly beat by spring, Maya found that she quite liked the fall. It was cozy and comfortable, and took her back to those days when she and Mia would watch horror movies for Halloween. After Maya and Trucy had gone for Trucy’s show in the Wonder Bar, Trucy had immediately fell asleep, sleeping through the entire afternoon. It left Maya alone in the apartment for the whole afternoon, which she spent the entire time lazing around. She deserved it, having a relaxing time after another week of working at the Borscht Bowl. Trucy was an active little girl, and while Maya certainly loved every moment with her little ray of sunshine, she needed some time to relax and just be lazy. And that’s what she did now, lazing around as she was snuggled up with a blanket on the couch, eating food and having a Steel Samurai binge. The weather was cool enough to need a blanket, but warm enough to not need the heater. Just the right temperature to be cozy, in Maya’s opinion. And it was fun, catching up with the latest entries in the Steel Samurai franchise, getting to watch her favorite shows for the entire evening.

Crime (Complete Breakfasts in Bed)

“When did you even learn to cook all of this? Did you get a recipe somewhere? Like Queen of Sauce?” Sebastian shook his head. “Nope. I got the recipes from Sam, Abby, and Maru. They were a huge help with that. You should have seen my attempts before I had a recipe, yeesh.” Dickon raised a brow. “…What do you mean before you had a recipe?” Shoot. “I…may have tried cooking complete breakfasts without a recipe and made some food crimes in the process…and then threw it away without you noticing…” Sebastian admitted sheepishly. Dickon gasped, absolutely horrified. “So that’s what all that burnt stuff in the trash was?! I thought Frank had just brought in some dead animals!” “…Yeah.” “Oh my Yoba, Sebby! How are you so bad at cooking?!” Dickon cried out incredulously. “Those attempts couldn’t even be called food! I thought they were roadkill…and Pelican Town has no cars!” Frank, almost indignant, barked at that.

Stain (Yours Truly Franzska von Karma, Chapter 7)

“Mia Fey and I tried to get an ambulance as best as we could so we could save the man, but we failed.” “…Mia what now?” Manfred questioned. Shit, Franziska fucked up. Hesitantly, she repeated. “…Mia Fey.” “Fey.” “Yes.” “Is she related to that Mayoi girl you talked about?” “Maya Fey.” Franziska corrected. “And…yes, she is.” Manfred raised a brow. “Franziska…you didn’t move to that miserable country just to find some random girl you met as a child, did you?” Franziska paused at that. She knew it was ridiculous, moving to America just for the chance to meet Maya Fey again. It wasn’t the only reason, but Maya Fey was a big part in her decision. (I know Papa would not approve of me being friends with Maya Fey, especially since Maya Fey’s sister is now a defense attorney…) At that, Franziska realized something. (Papa…he would never approve of Maya Fey and I’s friendship. Even if I do find her, who’s to say he would even allow us to be friends? Who’s to say that he’d even allow me to…love her?) At that, Franziska had another thought. (…If that’s to say that Maya Fey even remembers me, still thinks of me.) The thought of Maya Fey forgetting her was terrifying, but yet…it was a possibility. (Not that it matters, Papa wouldn’t allow it anyways…) “No…of course not, Papa.” Franziska lied. “Good. You do not need to be friends with a family idiotic enough to have a defense attorney.” Manfred said, then scoffing. “Being friends with her would taint your reputation, and your reputation is already stained enough with your first trial there.” Franziska winced at the disappointed tone in her father’s voice. She nodded. “Yes, Papa.” “I shouldn’t have let you go there without my supervision. Well, you’re there now. No use flying you back here.” Franziska nodded. “Yes, Papa.” “Remember Franziska, a von Karma is always perfect.” Manfred said. “A von Karma is always perfect.” Franziska repeated “Good. I shall end the call now, and you better win your next trial. Understand?” “I understand, Papa.” “Goodbye, Franziska.” “Goodbye, Papa.” The call then ended.

Crisp (Ace Attorney: Maya Fey, Chapter 12)

“Wait!” Cody blurted out. “I wanted to give you something before you go.” He reached into his backpack to get something, he took out a small photo album and handed it to Maya. “I wanted you to have this, since you like the Steel Samurai too.” Maya took the photo album in her hands. The front of it was of black leather, with various Steel Samurai stickers pasted on it. In big white letters at the top, it read “Path to Glory”. She flipped through the album, and on each page were various pictures of the Steel Samurai, and the pictures were surprisingly good for having been taken by a 10 year old. They were clear and crisp, and Maya was sure that if she showed it to Phoenix he would’ve been impressed too. She stared down at the pictures in awe, struggling to find words to say “Well?” Cody spoke up. “What do you think?” “These are…amazing pictures!” Maya squealed out in excitement. “Hey, you should think about becoming a photographer! These are really good!” Cody seemed to genuinely consider it, a thoughtful look crossing his face. “Huh, maybe I should…” “Cody…” Maya looked up from the album and to him. “Are you sure you want me to keep this?" Cody nodded. “Yeah. I took the photos with my camera so I have all the data anyways. I can always make another one, and I’ll make it even better!” “Yeah!” Maya exclaimed. “I’ve gotta go now Cody, I have a murder to investigate.” “Bye then lady! And remember, get Mr. Powers proven innocent or I’ll kick your ass!” Cody threatened, grinning mischievously.

Growth (Guard My Heart (It Beats for You))

The two made their way through the gardens, marveling at how tidy and beautiful it was. Surprisingly, Phoenix only knew three flowers, something that Miles made sure to tease him extensively about. It was payback, since Phoenix loved to tease him all the time. However, as they stopped for a break, embarrassingly Miles’ stomach grumbled. “Are you hungry?” Phoenix teased with a grin. Miles reddened as he said. “…I could eat.” Phoenix grinned. “Great! I know how to get us food! Follow me.” Miles obliged, following Phoenix as he walked up to one of the trees, which happened to be an apple tree. Phoenix pointed both of his palms at the tree, and Miles watched in awe as a rippling soft green light came from Phoenix’s hands, slowly twisting and making its way to the apple tree. As soon as the light reached the tree, a fruit started to grow from its branches, its growth seeming to be sped up. Eventually, the apple was fully grown, and Phoenix dropped his hands. Jumping, he got the apple from the tree, handing it to Miles. “Here you go, Edgeworth.” Phoenix said. “…Thank you.” Miles said. He then added. “That was quite remarkable, Wright.” “That’s magic for you!”

Flower (Apollo's Real Totally Not Fictional Boyfriend)

Klavier didn’t respond to that. Instead, he asked. “Are you alone?” “Uh, yeah. It’s just me and Mikeko here.” “Ah, I see.” Klavier was both disappointed and glad that Luca wasn’t there. Glad that he wouldn’t have to face this Luca guy and see how in love Apollo was with him, and disappointed that he couldn’t give that bastard a piece of his mind. He handed the bouquet that he was holding to Apollo. “Here, for you.” “Oh uh, thanks. I guess.” Apollo said, struggling to carry the bouquet in his hands. He stared at the daffodils for a moment, before turning to Klavier with a confused expression. “What are you doing here? It’s Sunday.” “Ja, but I wanted to spend more time with you. Is that really a crime, Herr Forehead?” Apollo narrowed his eyes at Klavier, skeptically. “I guess not…but why’d you bring a bouquet? Someone didn’t die, did they?” “Nein, not really. I just wanted to show you how much I treasure our…” Klavier forced a smile. “…Friendship.” “Uh huh…” Apollo was confused as all hell, as evident by the expression on his face. He shifted the bouquet’s weight in his arms, then asking. “Are these daffodils?” “Ja.” “Don’t daffodils mean unrequited love…?” Apollo mumbled to himself. Fuck, Klavier forgot that Apollo wasn’t as flower language illiterate as Phoenix.

Fresh (Moments Missing You)

Really, it was fascinating how so much could change over the years. Franziska took much more trips to all other the world, too. Seminars, talks, conferences, all about law, things she attended. Sometimes she took Maya Fey with her, but that was not often, not with Maya’s responsibilities with her daughter. Franziska was in France, attending another seminar about various legal topics. France was a beautiful country and it had delicious food. At that particular morning, Franziska was in a local cafè, enjoying a cup of coffee and a fresh baked croissant. Though, as Franziska sat on the outside patio of the cafè, taking a bite of her croissant, all she could think about was Maya Fey. Maya Fey loved food, a seeming never ending black hole in place of her stomach. Maya had always gone on and on about how much she wanted to try French croissants, and to see the sights that France had to offer to her. Franziska sent pictures of her trips to Maya, making sure to show every sight that reminded her of Maya Fey, but that wasn’t enough.

Dawn (All’s Fair in Fairs and Lucky Purple Shorts)

“Oh shoot, Mayor Lewis is starting! I gotta go, toodaloo!” Sebastian watched, perplexed, as Dickon ran over to the nearest bush and hid in it, peeking out his head to watch…something? Sebastian wasn’t sure. He stepped back and watched as Lewis inspected the displays. He was impressed by Pierre’s display, intrigued by Marnie’s cheese wheel, and disinterested in Willy’s fish. But when he came to Dickon and Sebastian’s display was the interesting part. He turned a bright red crimson as soon as he saw the boxers, practically storming off back to his place, grumbling to himself. Sebastian glanced at Dickon, who was trying his best to not burst out laughing. It suddenly dawned on him, who the underwear belonged to. Holy Yoba. …This was hilarious.

Break (Ace Attorney: Maya Fey, Chapter 18)

“Well, Judge?” “I’d say it’s almost decisive, yes. I could declare a verdict at this very moment, but…” The Judge trailed off. “You wish to hear the witness speak?” Manfred guessed. The Judge nodded. “Yes, I want to hear the witness’s testimony. After that, I will declare my verdict.” “Very well. However, I am somewhat fatigued by this tedious excuse of a trial, and so I will take a brief break. After the recess I will call my recess. The recess will last ten minutes, exactly.” Manfred said. “B-But wait, I…” The Judge tried, but he was cut off. “What are you doing? Ten minute recess, now!” (No doubt he’s going to feed Lotta her testimonies…I have to stop this!)

Clean (Through the Power of Love and Manga)

Klavier walked into the library, and he stopped to take in the sight of the library, with its light brown walls, clean hardwood floor and the rows upon rows of bookshelves with books on them. It was already late October, so there were Halloween decorations in the library. There were paper bats, ghosts and pumpkins taped on the walls, dark red tinsel on the desks and hanging from the ceiling, skulls and unlit candelabras on the tops of the bookshelves, and jack-o-lanterns and artificial candles that lit up the library in a soft orange light. Instead of the usual soft smooth jazz music, it was instead vintage jazz. It honestly fit the aesthetic much more than Klavier thought it would. The volunteer was sat at one of the tables, casually scrolling through his phone. Klavier looked around, noticing that the library didn’t have much people in it today, and the few people that were there were busy reading. He didn’t have an excuse now, he had to talk to this guy. You can do this Klavier. Klavier walked over to the table, clearing his throat and catching the attention of the man in front of him. The volunteer looked up from his phone, smiling politely at him. “Yes? What is it sir?” Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Abort! Abort mission! I repeat, abort mission!

Rainbow (Seascape Sunrises)

“…You know why I’m here, don’t you?” “That I do, lad. I can see that sparkle in your eyes, ye must be head over heels in love.” The Mariner said. Dickon reddened, embarrassed. He scratched the back of his neck. “Um…yeah. There’s someone I love, someone I want to marry, but…” The Mariner said nothing. Instead, he took out something from his pocket, offering it up to Dickon. Dickon was sure his voice had died out when he saw what the Mariner held in his hand. The Mermaid’s Pendant. It was a light blue shell, polished and glimmering, even in the rain. It was beautiful, not as beautiful as a rainbow shell or a prismatic shard, but it was beautiful in its own way. The pendant had a light silver chain tied to the shell, for what Dickon assumed to be tied to a necklace. This was what Dickon had woken up early in the morning for, this very pendant was the thing that he would use to marry the love of his life. “…How much is it?” Dickon asked, when he had finally found his voice. “5,000 gold.” The mariner answered. That was a lot of gold, truly…but it was worth it.

Blossom (Blossoming in the Rain)

“Why are you here, Maya Fey?” Was all Franziska was able to say, still stunned. “Nick said you were dating people again! And I…I…” Maya trailed off, sighing as she tried to find the right words to say. Hesitantly, she continued. “I tried to tell myself that I wasn’t bothered but…I was. I thought I lost you…” The very thought of it was absurd, the thought of Maya ever losing Franziska. Now that Franziska stood before Maya, she wanted to do nothing but hold her, hold her like letting go would make her lose Maya forever. “…You will never lose me, Maya Fey.” “I…won’t?” “You won’t. Maya Fey, I’ll do anything for you, I’ll do anything to keep you. I’ll compromise on anything, travel the world back and forth just to get you a single grain of sand. Maya Fey.” “Franzy…” Maya trailed off. She then asked, in barely a whisper. “…Can I kiss you?” Franziska heard, though. “Of course you can, Maya Fey.” The two kissed, and the kissed that they shared felt heavenly. Franziska missed this, the way their lips so perfectly fit with each other, the way they both were so different yet understood each other so deeply. This was love, the warm feeling that she felt, it had blossomed into love. Their relationship blossoming together into a beautiful thing that they would take care of together. Franziska was willing to take care of it, nurture it until it grew into a thing with great beauty, and she knew that Maya Fey was going to be next to her. There may be hardships, rain pouring down on the blossom, but without rain…a blossom would never grow. And with those hardships, Franziska was willing to stay by Maya’s side for the rest of her life.

Sneeze (The Bridge Paved with Uncertainty)

“Um…are you okay Maya?” He asked in concern. “Brrrrr!” Maya’s teeth chattered, and she held herself in an attempt to stay warm. “It-it-it’s so c-cold here!” “Perhaps you should try to wear something warm for a change.” Gregory advised, Miles found himself agreeing. Pearly stared up at the gate in awe, tugging at Maya’s sleeve and bouncing happily. “Mystic Maya! It’s the famous Hazakura Temple!” Maya continued to shiver, but she gave Pearls a thumbs up. “Well well well!” A voice spoke up. All 4 of them turned to the source of it, greeted by a short smiling woman. She was the same one in the picture “How nice to see you here. Welcome to our temple.” “Hello Miss, it’s nice to meet you.” Gregory stated professionally. “Oh! Th-Th-Thanks…” Maya sniffed, and then sneezed. “Achoo!” “Oh my my my…” The woman said. “Thank you for coming here. You must have been cold.” “We still are cold.” Miles pointed out, Maya’s teeth chattering proving his point. “Well, we are high up in the mountains after all.” The woman pointed out. “Oh! I almost forgot to introduce myself. I’m the head nun at this temple, my name is Bikini.” “Your name is Bikini?!” Miles was flabbergasted, absolutely dumbfounded. The woman laughed. “Wa ha ha ha! Ho ho ho! That’s right! It’s my temple name. It’s a tradition to have one, and I wanted one that was appealing. So I thought “Hey, why not a bikini?”. Besides, it makes me look younger, don’t you agree?”

Rollercoaster (Adrenaline Junkie and Rollercoasters)

There were many things you could call Miles Edgeworth. Adrenaline junkie was not one of them. Edgeworth hated anything that put his life even slightly in danger. He had many things to do in life, many goals he wanted to achieve, and he was not going to risk it all by going on a zip line or…god forbid, riding on those death machines called rollercoasters. Especially not rollercoasters, those things were practically made to kill people, and nothing could convince Edgeworth otherwise. He’d never go on a rollercoaster, not even once in his life. No, he wouldn’t allow it, he’d never himself to so foolishly risk his life for such a cheap thrill. So, he had no idea how Phoenix and Maya had convinced him to on a rollercoaster ride with them.

Prize (Let’s Record These Memories Together)

Klavier sighed, he was still stuck on the stupid chorus. Why was songwriting so hard? Maybe some music would help him… He was about to take out his phone to open Spotify, but…he stopped, his eyes going to the pile of junk on the desk. One thing stood out amongst the junk, an old record player. The record player used to belong to Apollo’s best friend Clay, who had given it to him on his 21st birthday. Apollo had been adamant that Klavier couldn’t use it when they had first moved in together, but slowly and surely…Apollo became more and more comfortable with Klavier, and then he said one day that Klavier was allowed to use it. Even then, Klavier didn’t use it often, it was Apollo’s and Spotify was much more convenient, but at that moment…Klavier, for some odd reason, was drawn to the record. Perhaps it was curiosity, perhaps it was the sentimental value of Apollo trusting him with such a prized possession, perhaps it was the coffee, perhaps it was all three. Klavier got up and attempted to get the record player out, not that the piles of junk surrounding it made it any easier. He stopped, stepping back and staring at the junk in dismay. He tried again, but as he did, a figurine fell, and Klavier was only barely able to catch it. He placed it on the desk, turning back to the record with a frown on his face. Fuck.

Sun (Rest, My Sunshine)

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray. You'll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away.” Maya continued to sing. “I’ll always love you, and make you happy. And nothing else could come between, but if you leave me to allow another, you’ll have shattered all of my dreams.” Even now, years later, Maya’s voice was still as beautiful as ever. It was different from when they were kids, a slight bit deeper, a little bit more mature, but still as bubbly and vibrant as ever. Maya’s personality shone through her singing, somehow the way she sang the song sounded as though she were smiling, if that was even possible. The positivity, the love and care she felt for Franziska, it all seemed as though it were pouring out from each word that she sang, flowing through like the calm oceans of the sea. No, these were not the raging storms that made Franziska dread, they were gentle ocean waves, never too strong to make Franziska scared, enveloping her in its warm embrace and letting her relax in their warm loving waters. Franziska felt her eyelids slowly close, and at this point she wasn’t even fighting it. Not when she could hear Maya’s beautiful voice, not when she knew that Maya will be by her side until the end of their lives, not when Franziska could practically feel the love emanating from Maya Fey’s words and touch. No, like back then when they were children, all that mattered were her and Maya Fey, that the worries were no more. She didn’t have to earn relaxing, she didn’t have to earn love. Maya had taught her that, was still teaching her that. And Franziska von Karma was willing to learn. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray. You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.” Just as Maya had finished the song, her last final sung words soon settling into the air, notes seeming to last even when the words were done, she heard the familiar sound of Franziska’s soft snoring. “Rest, my sunshine.” Maya whispered, pressing a kiss on Franziska’s forehead. “I love you, Franzy.” “I love you too, Maya Fey…” Franziska murmured, half asleep. Maya smiled.

Hotdog (Ace Attorney: Maya Fey, Chapter 17)

“You’re selling…” Maya paused, expecting an answer. “Samurai dogs!” Larry answered excitedly. “And Samurai dogs are…?” Phoenix questioned. “Well, they’re just regular hotdogs…but they have a special sauce!” Larry said. Maya grew excited at that. “Oooh! Sounds tasty!” “It’s probably just a few random sauces mixed together.” Phoenix said, decidedly not impressed. “Are you trying to get me out of business, Nick?!” Larry hissed at Phoenix.

Popcorn (Who Do You Like More?)

They were in the Wright & Co. Law Offices, a table in the middle of the room with a chessboard on it. On opposite sides of the table, were Maya and Edgeworth, staring at each other with such a glare that it would have drowned out a selfie in light. Larry and Gumshoe were there, having brought a bag of popcorn. Mia was there too, channeled by Pearl and watching the entire thing go down with an amused look on her face. Phoenix walked up to Maya, speaking to her. “Maya, why did you let Edgeworth choose chess?” Phoenix asked. “He didn’t choose it, I did!” Maya answered. Phoenix gave her a bewildered look. “Do you even know how to play chess?” “Nope!” “Maya.” Edgeworth cleared his throat. “Enough with your distractions, Wright. Are you ready, Ms. Fey?” “Oh, I am ready.” Maya replied. “No, she is not.” Phoenix added.

Game (Green Emeralds and High Tides, Chapter 1)

“What secrets do you hold, journal…” Klavier muttered to himself, fiddling with his necklaces in thought. Playing with the smooth surface of the shark tooth always made it better to think. However, his musings were cut short when he heard the voices of his crew outside. “FUCK YOU, DARYAN! YOU FUCKING CHEATER!” Klavier heard Ema’s voice scream from outside. “IT AIN’T MY FAULT YOU SUCK AT THIS GAME!” Daryan yelled back. Ah, they were at it again. “Please don’t fight!” Their newest member, Machi, pleaded. “Chill, my mans! It’s just a game!” Wocky said. “JUST A GAME?!” Ema shouted, offended. “Bitch, this is more than just a game! I can’t let that asshole Daryan win!” “Still not my fault you suck at this game!” Daryan shot back. “No, I don’t! I’ve beaten Wocky!” “That’s not an accomplishment, Ema!” “HEY!” Wocky protested.

Display (All's Fair in Fairs and Lucky Purple Shorts)

Sebastian smiled at them, before he went off to the empty display meant for his and Dickon’s farm. He looked inside his backpack, and started taking out the things that his husband had readied for him last night. Artisan goods, crops and animal products, and even a few minerals. Sebastian started laying them out on the display, making sure to make it look as aesthetically pleasing as possible. He took out the last item, a bottle of apple wine, and put it on the display. However, he stopped as he realized something. There were nine slots in the display…but Dickon had only given him eight items. What the hell? Did Dickon forget something? Just as Sebastian was staring at the display with a frown, he heard the sound of a familiar voice behind him. “Ah! Young Sebastian, what a wonderful display! A gazillion points for the display! A gazillion!”

Clatter (Ace Attorney: Maya Fey, Chapter 16)

She paused, then asking cautiously. “You…suffered?” “I suffered, so much.” The man said in a spiteful snarl. His voice was dripping with a pure raw hatred, for her. “I’ve been waiting for so long, so so long. And now finally, the perfect opportunity presents himself…” He smirked, an evil malicious smirk that terrified her to her very core. “At last…I’ll finally have my revenge…” “R-Revenge…?” She stammered. “What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything…” “Oh, you think that, but you don’t know how wrong you are.” The man’s hand drew into the pockets of his coat, and she watched as he pulled something metallic out. The object shone in the moonlight, like a lighthouse on a dark night. “But where you’re going? You’ll have a lot of time to reflect.” Her breathing almost stopped when she realized what he was holding. She knew exactly what the object was, he was holding a gun. “What the-“ “Merry Christmas, Franny.” A gunshot rang out through the silence of the lake, and she immediately dropped on instinct. She barely heard the sound of another gunshot, and then the sound of something hitting the water’s surface. The boat rocked in its place, or did it? She wasn’t sure. Her heart hammered in her heart, her senses assaulted by a pure raw fear and her breaths coming out in short ragged breaths. She didn’t scream, she couldn’t even if she wanted to, her voice died out along with any reason. Her vision was blurred slightly from the tears that started to run down her face. She felt her hands grab on to something cold, though she didn’t know what it was. As her tears lessened, her vision slowly cleared, and she realized in horror that she held the gun in her hands. She gasped and dropped the gun, grimacing at the loud clatter that it made when it hit the bottom of the boat. The sound of the gun falling to the bottom of the boat could be heard for miles, she was sure. She covered her mouth in her hands with horror, as she began to slowly piece what had happened the past few seconds. Had she…had she shot him? It was impossible, the man had been the one who had the gun. It was impossible. She hadn’t held a gun in years, she hadn’t fired one in years.

Skeptical (Green Emeralds and High Tides, Chapter 3)

Taking a deep breath, he made his decision. “…We will take him.” Klavier said, breaking his gaze from the mage’s eyes, and he gestured to his crew. “But I want it to be known that we will not be taking the mage as a prisoner, but as a guest in our ship.” The crew of the Cottesmore looked…confused, to say the least. Klavier glanced back at the mage, and he could see the many emotions crossing his face. Surprise, fear, anger, skepticism, but the emotion that reigned over all of them was confusion. He looked completely flabbergasted, almost…caught off guard. He stared at Klavier, as though he was a puzzle that he couldn’t quite figure out. Daryan looked exasperated, though he didn’t exactly look surprised. Klavier turned to his crew. “Get rid of their bindings, we will leave them here. We’ve already gotten everything we need.”

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My dad's shared a thing on Facebook which is about relationships, and how they aren't all heart eyes and rainbows all the time, and it takes more than just luck to make them last, it takes real commitment and understanding... All good so far.

My problem with it is it lists certain things couples in strong relationships do: compromise, overlook faults, forgive each other, endure problems.

All STILL good with me... if only it took care to mention as well something like "face one's own shortcomings" "divide the load fairly" "make an effort for each other's sake."

I know from watching my parents that just suffering together, because of each other, isn't enough to make a relationship last. Granted, my mom did a lot more of the compromising and overlooking of faults - my dad didn't bend on a lot, and he didn't often have anything to forgive my mom for.

But the thing is, my mom stayed married to him for over 25 years. The last ten, she told me, weren't great. The divorce was coming. However, she never knew it until the last moment - the moment when she finally decided. Before then, she always forgave, always overlooked, and endured endured endured.

When she decided to end it at last, she STILL gave my dad one last chance: she asked him to take her on a date. She wasn't expecting fireworks and the keys to the city. Just to be treated with attention, and made to feel wanted.

Well, my dad showed up for the date... And that's about all he did. There was no effort. It seemed like just another night. So she realized, this is what the future will be like if I stay with him. He's not going to change.

She put up with so much over the years. She wasn't a total pushover - she DID ask for help. My dad would always make an attempt at it... I can't really call it making an effort though. He would do whatever it was up to his standards, which could be pretty low, never to hers, which were NOT unreasonably high.

It's very important to see each other as flawed individuals and love each other in spite of our faults. But if you overlook every fault, out of love, and the other person doesn't take into consideration how their faults hurt you, then you'll just go on hurting indefinitely. That's what I'm saying. People can't change certain things, but other things they can, or at least they can figure out a new system or way to ensure their weak points aren't so crushingly heavy on their partners.

At home, my dad had an office. It was very small. But it was all his. It was covered in his stuff: train sets, Beatles paraphernalia, pictures of his youth. He had a keyboard and a computer and his guitar and he would make music in there, or watch TV, for hours and hours, only coming out to eat dinner. Meanwhile, my mom didn't have any space for herself. Why couldn't she have their bedroom? Well, because my dad insisted on a very large bed. In his defense, he's a big guy. But I'm not kidding when I say that aside from that bed, there was barely enough room for one person to shimmy in and out of the room. It was NOT my mom's space, and she often didn't even sleep in it because of my dad's snoring (OR his white noise machine).

We all knew my mom wanted her own space. She told us. We had a basement that was mostly finished and didn't get used that much, so she decided to make herself a space down there. What my dad should have done was prioritize that. My mom hadn't had any space to herself at all since having kids - we were teens by then and my parents had owned the house for a few years. She worked and took care of us and did the errands and cooked the meals and and and... My dad pretty much just went to work and came home most of the time. (Not to make him sound lazy: he also did the mowing, maintenance work around the house and most of the driving. The thing is the stuff my mom did was daily. His was extras that cropped up only at certain times.) It should have been obvious to my dad that my mom didn't only deserve her own space, she needed it. But he left it to her. Meanwhile, various things going on, house renovations, etc, meant that making my mom's space got pushed back and back and back, and the available space as well got smaller and smaller. In the end all she had was a desk in the wide open basement that anyone could come to any time, whereas my dad's office had its own door.

It's stuff like that which gets me. It would have been an act of love to notice your partner needs something and help them get it. But to my dad, it was no different than my mom saying she wanted a manicure: just for fun, and while of course he supported her in it, it was totally on her to go and get.

We kids followed my dad's example in regards to my mom. When she was upset, he would line us up and make us listen to her yell and cry. This didn't happen often (years later she blamed PMS, and after said migraines - honestly though I think it was just way too much cumulative stress and no support). But when it did, the idea was pretty much just for us to listen to her. And then nothing would change. At first we could say it was because my dad had a full time job and was tired enough himself. But he lost the job and never really had one after that. He was just home. And then it was, well, he's depressed. But it continued even when he got pretty comfortable. My dad is interesting in that he can be very sentimental and reflective at times, but always has a strong enough self-love to power through. (This describes me too. It's an aspect of myself I like and am grateful for. But, as much as I do love my dad, I also really, really struggle with every way I resemble him.) And we are talking many years here, during which time my brother's mental health collapsed too, and my dad didn't help by always getting in fights with him. My mom wound up supporting my dad and my brother pretty much by herself. She did her best to support me too. But I was at college and tried hard to just not need support.

My dad definitely was capable of doing more for my mom the whole time. He just didn't. His life was comfortable and convenient, and he considered it her job to make sure, if she needed something, she would ask for it. But when she did ask, it led to nothing, or only an attempt at it. (I'll never forget the year he got her a snuggie for Christmas and she was like -___- and I gave her jewelry I picked out while considering her style and she liked it so much that he got jealous :P) At that point, in his eyes, it was her job to not only ask for things, but to make sure he knew just how much she wanted it. Like there are degrees to requests from your partner. I mean, sure, "I'm having a heart attack and need to be rushed to the hospital" is definitely more pressing than "I need more help with housework." But that housework request still isn't something you can just ignore until your partner starts nagging (aka having the audacity to ask you again for what you didn't do the first time around), in which case you worm out of it or do as little of it as possible... I mean come on.

I so wish that as a kid I'd had more clarity about my parents' relationship. But they said everything was okay, and I didn't know how any other relationships looked, so I just believed them. My mom of course didn't want to bad mouth my dad to me. But I wish she would have been more honest while I was at least high school age. I loved both my parents and couldn't pick a side, but I could have been more understanding of how difficult it was for my mom on a daily basis. My mom is too nice to have said anything that would make me resent my dad. Not to mention, my dad, although he has many good points, is also perfectly good at making people resent him all by himself.

So yeah. Love is forgiving and enduring and all that. But it's NOT just getting steamrollered by a partner who says "Love is accepting me exactly as I am."

Geez, another memory: My brother was having a bad day during the worst years of his mental health problems. I guess he was 18 or 19 then. I was home from college for Christmas. I had spent every day listening to him and how he talked to us all, especially to my mom, who only ever supported him. I had been reading Captain Awkward religiously, trying to learn how to support my brother, while also supporting my parents, and not be ignorant. I told my mom about a Captain Awkward post that talked about letting your loved one with mental illness know how their treatment of you is affecting you in a loving and understanding manner. It pretty much said, being supportive isn't the same as being a doormat. I mean this stuff lasts years - decades. Getting angry and blaming the person who is going through so much is never the way, but there were some example phrases that could be used to try to meet in the middle and create some peace for a while. Well, I convinced my mom to try it. I heard everything she said to my brother. Her voice was low, gentle, and not accusing. My brother shouted so loudly it made me jump all the way in the other room, and send my mom racing down the hallway in shock. My brother came after roaring about how no one understood him or cared about him. For him, that's where he was at, I guess. He's doing much better now, and we've loved him and have been proud of him the whole time.

But. Please think of my mother. Who was going through that sort of thing constantly, without so much as an apology. She's given her heart, her time, and even her money to take care of her family whenever we were in need, and she really never got anything much back. Even me, although I've been one of the fortunate ones not to have mental illness, and to be able to take of myself for the most part. I used to dream of making some money and sending my mom on the trip to Italy she's always dreamed of. I have no money. I chose to teach pre-K like an idiot. I love it but the salary is peanuts and no one's had a raise in ten years. And I lost so much of my savings just paying off student loans. It'll take a miracle to get me to a point of financial stability where I'm able to do that kind of nice thing for my mom while she's still independent and able to go do it. As a teenager I didn't understand why money was so important, because I had no idea how much of it you need just to get by, let alone have any extras. And I developed a personality that is just the worst possible for selling anything. I can't even sell my school lol. I can't lie at all. If I think something is stupid I can't hide it. In that way I'm my own worst enemy every single day.

I'm making myself upset now :P

[sibunaranks]

rank peddie kisses?

Okay i waited on this because this is SO IMPORTANT. I rewtached them all and here is their ranking (i would love to give all of them 10/10 but i didn't let myself)

This is my child. I took it way too serious. Also I included Almost Kisses and Piper Kisses. Sue me.

First Kiss - 1000000/10 - Okay this one is perfection for so many reasons. Starting with the aesthetic of the double leather jackets. Perfection. Then you get to the deep down. Eddie is pouring his heart out and he is so desperate and she is ALSO desperate for a totally different reason (to just tell him how she feels but she can't cuz the hex) and both of them are just feeling so much urgency and he's about to give up on her but he doesn't want to so he's being more vulnerable for her than anyone else in his whole life and she does the only thing she knows and kisses him HER FIRST EVER KISS and the kiss itself is so sweet and so satisfying to finally get. So good they go in for another one (that doesn't happen) but yeah it's the start of an era.

The Almost Kiss- 4/10 - VICTOR THE COCKBLOCK RODENMARR HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO US. Anyway the "guess you could call me fearless." was smooth but the rest was Eddie being a total cringy boi trying to "play cool". Stillit's sweet so it gets some points. ALSO points for asking her if he can when he knows she's struggling to communicate. Also, their disappointed faces are so cute and saddd. Thoughtful boy in love. Girl in love too.

The Piper Kiss - 1/10 - THIS ONLY GETS A POINT BECAUSE OF THE SET UP. The way he looks at her when he's talking to jerome is just HEART EYES. He's so smitten. but like him kissing piper is soooo awkward and theres no chem (how can jade and burkley have sooo much chem and nikita and him have zero?) and OFMG who THE FUCK on the writing team wrote "smackeroo?" i hate that word SO MUCH.

The ALMOST Piper Kiss - 2/10 - Same thing no chem but OMG THE LEAD UP AND THE COMEDY. Like the hand holding, the "your a big part of who i am" the "Be you." I AM MELTING. Then the comedy ofc with Patricia like OMFG DEAD and Eddie instantly knows which she is gets one of the top eddie cute moments ever.

Pretty much Alone *Eyebrow waggle* (tunnels)- 5/10 - DEAD. TOO FUNNY. NOT EVEN A KISS BUT HOLY SHIT THIS IS THE BEST SCENE IN THE WHOLE SHOW AND THE ALMOST KISS IN IT NEEDS A RANKING. Was i bias giving it a 5? yes. Do i care? no.

Eddies reward (Library Kiss)- 7/10 - Not my favorite but we get some good camera angles and the lighting in the library is chef's kiss. Simple kiss. Not much to say.

House of Rainbows- 8/10 - Parralels the first kiss so well but because the first kiss was better (imho) I couldn't rank this as high. Still8 out of 10 is good because this is the SIMPtricia kiss. She's smitten after she's done being mad. Also me and my friends used to quote the ever hysterical "good question! I was kidnapped!" forever so bias. ALSO one of the best parts of the parralels is that in the first kiss she kisses him because she can't talk and in this one he kisses her because she wont shut up. cuties. :)

Friends - 6/10 - I WANNA ENJOY THIS KISS SO MUCH MORE BUT THE AFTEMATH OF IT IS SO BAD. Like sheinstantly gets mad again and it's all ruined but boy without that this ones a keeper. Short and simple but so pretty.

Gatehouse - 9/10 - I wanted to give this 100000 because of eddie (he legit runs the whole thing) but i can't give it higher than 9 with the fact that Patricia isn't Patricia. Still THE SPEECH. Ugh if you know you know.

Fireworks- 10/10 - ALWAYS WAS AND ALWAYS WILL BE ......a ten. It's perfect.I love it. Best of the season.Eddie loves her so much and she's so insecure but he would never not let her know how much he loves her. and they're just THEM like the games the insults the everything! True power couple.

TOR - 9/10 - This one omg has my heart. She's worried about him, and rightfully so. They might never see eachother again but they won't let that come to their mouth in words. They speak there maybe goodbhye through their kiss and wow are they so in love it's craazy. Super couple Peddie we love you. Would get a 10 if it was a lil longer or had better angles tbh.

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135th Mentor's Ball Drink Menu

Cosmopoli-Ted (by Greta)- this cocktail combines some blood red cranberry juice with cointreau, triple sec, lime, vodka, and some iridescent edible glitter. Topped with an orange twist, optional sugared rim, and a little bit of mystery, this tribute to the nametag missing its owner is always served with a smile.

Giraffe's Laugh (by Greta)- a chocolate martini that's just a little bit twisted, just like our favorite safari mutt! Vanilla vodka, chocolate liqueur, creme de cacao, triple sec, and orange juice are stirred, not shaken, and will have you bending over backwards for more.

Out of this Whirled (by Greta)- an alien blend of sparkling lemonade, blue curacao, and melon liqueur, swirled together and ready for takeoff

Blood in Water (by Devin)- Based on the lazy river and the vines waiting below - Grenadine - Blue Curaçao - Mixed berries  - Rosemary

Ash Chaser (by Devin)- ½ oz Real Grenadine, 1 oz gin, 1 oz apple brandy, 2 dashes absinthe, Black Food Dye, Shake all with ice for 10 seconds, Strain into a cocktail glass, Garnish with a rose

Little Green Men (by Kaye)- This sour appletini is guaranteed to blast you straight into outer space! A play on the Space Race mutts, the Little Green Men is cosmically sweet with a starry sour punch.

Serengeti Sunset Sangria (by Kaye)- A fruity red sangria chock-full of lush berries and fruits, topped off with a rosemary lemonade for a summer taste as bright as the Serengeti sun.

Cotton Candy Carnival (by Kaye) - A cotton-candy flavored drink so sweet your teeth just might rot out. It's garnished with cotton candy flavored dot ice cream that sinks to the bottom in a rainbow of colors, and crushed rainbow candy lines the glass rim. Try not to die of a sugar rush!

The Big Top (by Kat)- A drink inspired by the wonderful centerpiece found at every good carnival. The drink itself is made with cherry grenadine, topped with rose petals and mint and filled to the brim with ice. When the drinker stirs with the signature heart shaped straw, causing some of the ice to melt, a reaction occurs and it looks as if the liquid itself is sparkling.

Space Chaser (shot & chaser) (by Rainy)- This drink can be paired with whatever alcohol the drinker prefers, though it is typically served with vodka. Celebrating the two ride vehicle colors represented by 'space race', these drinks come in a starry starry flight. the first drink, red white and blue: vodka, edible sugar petals, and grenadine. the chaser, some lemonade with strawberries floating inside of it. It's truly a race to the bottom.

A Little Panem (by Hair)- This drink is colored red and gold to represent the beautiful country of Panem. It is a combination of tequila and cranberry juice, with a zest of both lime and orange. To add a little extra sweetness, there's a bit of golden honey, and a dash of coarse sea salt ties it all together. From the mountains, to the sea, to the orchards full of fruit, Panem (and this drink) has it all. But be careful! This drink may seem alluring, but indulge in enough of them and you might come out the other side a little disoriented.

A Long Day’s Journey Into Night (by Lena)- When the fireworks have stopped and the rides have grown still in the dead of night, those who remain must reckon with the actions that took place in the light. An anise-flavored liquor pairs here with a dose of ether to create a drink that encourages the consumer to contemplate. What lengths have you gone to? And how far will you go?

Ball Brownies (by Lena)- Mahlon’s special, still made with essence of ether (for as long as supplies last). So what if the price is doubled from last ball? You want the thing or not?