#wc : 779

[boba-at-323]

[02:29AM]

“Love?” Renjun's head appeared from behind the door of your bedroom. 

After a hectic week at work, Renjun had decided to spend the weekend with you because one, what was better than relaxing with your favourite person in the whole wide world? And two, he was practically dying to see your beautiful face because it had been way too long since he last met you.

Even though he had been excited and was looking forward to spending some time with you, he was crushed once your figure came into his sight. 

Several books and what seemed like notes were sprawled across the small study table. The rest of the table was decorated with bright, eye-catching highlighters and a variety of multi coloured pens and pencils. Your laptop sat in front of you, the professor inside the screen going on about some topic you had lost focus on long ago. Although the earphones connected to the laptop were plugged in your ears, you had knocked out a long time ago. 

Your head rested on your crossed arms, eyes shut with soft snores leaving your slightly-parted lips. Your hair was a mess, in fact, your whole state was a disaster. With the finals catching up, you had been pushing yourself way too hard. You spent hours upon hours studying without breaks, and eventually, came to the point where you just couldn’t take anymore in. After a mental breakdown, you finally dozed off listening to the boring, monotone lecture.

Renjun clicked his tongue in defeat, shaking his head as he knelt down next to your sleeping self. He knew you had been working too hard, after all he was your boyfriend.

“Babe?” He whispered softly, removing the earphones and tucking those stray strands of hair behind your ears. 

“R-renjun?” you opened your eyes lazily, wondering if you were hallucinating or dreaming. 

You were greeted by his soft, sympathetic smile with his hand now running through your hair. 

“What time is it?” You asked him, a sinking feeling taking over you once you realise that you had slept in the middle of your studying session. 

“Well, it’s late.” His reply came after a pause, not even bothering to check the time from any of the various sources which could tell the exact hour.

“Great.” You groan, closing your eyes again. The said word was greatly sarcastic because you had wasted precious time which could have been utilised for at least completing one more chapter. 

“Hey, hey,” Renjun’s sweet voice made you look back at him, “You’ve done enough for today. In fact, you’ve done more than enough. Let’s get you to bed okay?”

“But-” You open your mouth to protest, only to be shushed by your beloved boyfriend. 

“I don’t want to hear a word, love. We’re going to bed and that's final.” He took your hand in his as he helped you up. Sure, his parent-side was annoying at times, but that was one of the reasons why you loved him so much. He was just looking out for you and that was more than anything you could ask for. 

Helping you back up on your feet, you couldn’t help but think what you did to deserve such an angel besides you. He always made sure to take out time for you, even if he was keeping up with his busiest schedules. 

Maybe because your thoughts were still blurry because of your drowsy state, you suddenly wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in his chest. Your sudden affection caught Renjun off-guard, but since he had missed you dearly as well, he returned your hug. 

Holding you in his arms for a while, he planted a soft kiss on the top of your head. 

“Love,” he said quietly, as if he wanted his voice to be heard only by you even if you were in an empty room, “I know you’ve been going hard on yourself. And I just want to tell you that you’re doing great.”

He pulled apart just for a second only to look at your tired, sleep-deprived eyes. He gently cupped your face, his loving gaze making you melt into a puddle right there. You gave him a sheepish smile, something he loved to see. 

“I love you, okay?” 

It wasn’t very often Renjun would tell you that. He believed that the more someone used them, the more they became worthless. So he was very considerate with those three words, only using them on special occasions. But right now, he thought he should remind you how special you were to him, how you were his universe, how you made his world spin. 

“Don’t ever forget that.”

Title : [02:29AM] || Word count: 779 || Genre: FLUFFY FLUFF wiht a sprinkle of angst?? || Pairing: bf! Renjun x implied Fem!Reader || Guys I love him so much can you tell

Tagging : @armysantiny @mosviqu ( I hope you don't mind I'm gonna tag you for every Renhyuck fic I write🫶)

[steddieas-shegoes]

the jester wears the crown

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'royalty au' rated e | 18+, minors dni wc: 779 cw: semi-public sex (they don't get caught) tags: king steve, court jester eddie, established relationship, blowjobs

special big shoutout to @stobinesque and @t-boyeddie for the two line suggestions that really helped me form this drabble during a bit of a writer's block. so many hugs for you both!!!

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The doors opened again, revealing the court jester and a few of the kids who he often dragged into his schemes around the castle.

Steve stopped talking for a moment, distracted by their presence despite his diplomatic conversation.

The plan was for the jester to make an appearance towards the end of dinner in order to distract people from serious conversations, start preparing them to retire for the night, and hopefully keep things lighthearted through difficult conversations. This was a bit earlier than Steve hoped for, but he couldn't find it in him to care too much.

The jester made his rounds, boisterous laughter filling the room from every table. Steve watched out of the corner of his eye as he leaned down to tug something out of his pant leg, causing the guests around him to let out peals of laughter.

One of their more esteemed guests of the evening, a visiting prince, walked up to Steve with a quick apology for interrupting.

"Your majesty, your court jester is hilarious! Where did you find him?"

Steve smirked.

"That's my husband."

The visiting prince looked stunned, giving a small nod and excusing himself.

It wasn't common for a king to marry a man, and even less common for them to marry a commoner. But Steve had been with Eddie for nearly six years before he even had a crown on his head, and nothing would have stopped him from forever with him.

Eddie was good at his job, all aspects of it, from casual fun for parties to easing a room of people into a calmer atmosphere.

Because of this, the room full of people slowly dispersed to their designated quarters including the insufferable king and governor he'd had the unfortunate duty of entertaining all night.

When the room was empty of all people but Steve, Eddie, and the guards, Eddie looked up at Steve on his throne.

"Your majesty, I beg to speak with you," he yelled across the room, ignoring the laughter of Steve's personal guard, Hopper.

Steve rolled his eyes fondly and gestured for him to come closer.

Eddie rushed forward, taking the few steps up to his place above everyone and dropping to his knees.

"I wish to share your time privately," Eddie started.

Hopper coughed next to him, brow raised.

"You wish for me to send my guards away?" Steve asked, playing along with Eddie's theatrics. "How should I know to trust you?"

"I would rather chop my own hand off than harm you," Eddie said seriously.

Steve smiled down at him.

"As you wish." He turned to Hopper and told him to clear the room and ensure no one came in. He was past being embarrassed about their activities in shared spaces.

Once the room was cleared, Eddie made to get up, reaching up to remove his hat, but Steve stopped him.

"Stay. You look good on your knees."

It wasn't the first time they'd done this, and certainly wouldn't be the last.

"Come here." Steve's voice commanded him in a way he so rarely did. Eddie scooted the two feet it took to be at his feet, eyes wide as Steve looked down at him. "You spent the evening entertaining everyone but me. I'd say it's my turn, wouldn't you?"

Eddie nodded, throwing his hat off his head and leaning forward to unbuckle Steve's belt.

"What do you want from me?" Eddie asked.

"Your mouth. Need your mouth."

The words had barely left him when Eddie leaned forward to untie his pants, get his hand on his cock, and swallow it down in one go.

It never lasted long when they were both this hungry for it, especially not when he was on the throne.

Eddie's mouth was hot, drool dripping down the length of him, probably leaving a mess under him.

They were both moaning, echoes bouncing off the walls. Neither of them cared much about passing guards overhearing; Most guards in the castle were used to tuning out any proof of their insatiable appetites.

"Love, I-"

Steve couldn't hold back his release if he wanted to, the warning coming just a bit too late.

Eddie groaned around him, swallowing down his cum like he would die without it, like he'd been waiting all night for this moment.

He pulled off with a pop, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed as he looked up at Steve.

"Did I service you well enough tonight, my liege?"

Steve pulled him into his lap, his lips hungrily attaching themselves to Eddie's.

When he pulled away, he reached up to the crown on his head.

He placed it gently on Eddie's curls.

"Your turn," he winked.

[lechemoon]

the one where you get spencer coffee every wednesday

spencer reid x f reader

wc: 779

mentions of: coffee, possibly being allergic to caffeine, a scone

emily notices that you tend to get spencer coffee every wednesday morning.

a/n: fun little writing sprint i did during my freetime :) not edited, but i wanted to get some juices flowing since it's been awhile. just a cute little something!

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“good morning, spencer! i got you coffee- extra sugar,” emily sings using a high-pitched voice, walking towards spencer’s desk empty handed with no coffee in sight. she has a knowing grin on her face and wiggles her body in a way that says she’s giddy and excited.

for what? he has no idea- it’s too early in the morning for emily to be excited, he thinks to himself. but he smiles back at her anyway, looking up from the knick-knack he was toying with on his desk. it helps his brain turn on before he actually started some real work. he quite liked it.

“and good morning to you, too,” he says, keeping that same smile on his face but looking confused. so he says, “i’m confused? you said you got me coffee but-”

“well, i didn’t get you coffee,” emily begins to explain, wheeling the chair closest to her so that she may take a seat next to spencer, leaning on the back of the chair to keep her supported. “but we all know someone likes to get you coffee every wednesday on their way to work.” the grin never leaves her face, and her words are laced with light teasing that spencer barely catches.

he purses his lips together to pout in an attempt to keep his smile from growing. “what? no,” he denies, shaking his head and twiddling his fingers together. “that’s not– i-it’s probably just a coincidence that it happens on a wednesday. she’s only brought me coffee twice,” he recalls erroneously on purpose. 

emily winks at him and gives a knowing nod. “sure, spence. only twice ever. not every wednesday for the past 4 weeks.”

his brows knit together at her, and he nods back. “only twice- i’ve never asked her to get me anything. and she probably won’t get me any today-”

she looks down at his desk, and quickly looks back up to stare at him. “well if she isn’t going to get you any coffee today, why didn’t you make yourself a cup in the kitchenette?”

when his eyes go wide like a deer caught in headlights, emily know’s she’s got him.

spencer opens his mouth to begin explaining, his brain racking for a reasonable explanation. he was waiting to drink coffee. he was quitting caffeine. he had coffee before work. he’s suddenly allergic to coffee, deathly allergic, so he needs to stop immediately. he found out he was allergic last night, actually. “i-if you,” he clears his throat, buying himself more time to think. “if you must know, i-”

and before he could finish his excuse, they hear the door swing open. they both hear the footsteps of a newcomer, followed by a bright and shining, “hi, spencer! i brought you some coffee- extra sugar.”

both emily and spencer turn their heads and greet you with a smile. but you miss the way emily smirks at spencer before that. “i was spot-on,” emily whispers, taking the opportunity to gloat before you’re in earshot. lucky for spencer, you’ve stopped at your desk first to put your things away.

“shut up,” he mutters back, but he can’t stop the redness from hitting his ears. “and you actually weren’t spot on- she said hi, not good morning.”

when you make your way to them, spencer stands and greets you with another smile. “thank you for the coffee. uhm, how much do i owe you…?” he asks, trailing off. he didn’t ask for coffee, but he doesn’t think anything is free.

you look at him confused, tilting your head. “you don’t owe me for the coffee? i got it because i thought of you.” you smile then, close-lipped and cheeky. “oh! wait,” you rush back to your desk, grabbing a small paper bag from your work bag.

making your way back, you stop by the chair emily sits and place the bag on her lap. “the scone you asked for, my friend.”

emily says your name like you’re an angel sent from above. “you’re the best,” she says, reaching into the bag and taking the scone out a little less than half way. “oh shoot. i need a napkin. spence, would you be so kind and grab me a napkin or two?”

with the cup of coffee in his hands, he nods and takes his leave. and when he does, you ask, “is it working? am i charming him? is the coffee a good start?”

“oh, it’s definitely working,” emily confirms. “i asked him about the coffee’s you’ve been getting him. he got flustered and lied about how many times you’ve gotten him coffee. but i know how many times,” she states. “i’ve counted.”

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a/n: thank you for reading!

[ominoose]

𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐳𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲

Pairing: Jake Lockley x AFAB!Autistic!Reader Summary: Short fluff self-insert with Jake because fandoms gotta become cringe again. Also shout out to Bigfoot enjoyers! Warnings: None WC: 779

“And so like, they weren’t even just screaming, they were vocalising! Phonetically they were forming words, like there was cadence to it, y’know?!”

“Mh hm.” Jake nodded, nursing the coffee mug in his hand, watching the short woman pace back and forth across the kitchen, her own cup of tea completely forgotten and abandoned on the table like many others over the ages. Poor things.

“And- And the University of Wyoming studied the recordings for a year! And guess what!”

The man was an expert at this, and knew well the question was rhetorical, there wouldn’t be enough time to actually get a ‘What?’ in there. Instead, he widened his eyes a little as he took another sip of bitter coffee, waiting expectantly for the next revelation.

“They said the noises were from lungs that were larger in capacity than humans! And it was an actual deliberate language!” The huge grin, wide eyes and shaking of her hands marked the clear importance of the sentence, this was not a finding to be taken lightly.

“No way.”

Coming home from a late shift in the cab, Jake usually would’ve poured a glass of whiskey, kicked off his shoes, loosened his tie and claimed the couch to binge some shitty reality tv. Sue him, it was entertaining to be invested in drama that was less world ending over godly feuds and more Becky's boyfriend kissing her ex. If his girl came to sit beside him and let him use her thighs as a stress toy, it was the recipe for a perfect night.

When he came home tonight to see his beautiful girl practically bouncing on her toes, hands stimming, actively chewing back a smile and practically bursting at the seams with some hot info instead, how could he not walk over and get his fill? After all, she info-dumped with more passion than any gossip the Kardashians could give. As her man, it was his solemn duty to share her burdens, even if that burden was her excitement over some Bigfoot evidence from some random American woods.

“I also heard that the area the sounds were recorded historically had a lot of Chinese settlers- and the vocalisations have a large resemblance to Mandarin! I mean that, like, implies the Bigfoot community only either cropped up at that period or something but, like, it’s still insane I mean can you imagine we haven’t encountered Bigfoot yet because they all speak Chinese and can’t understand us?” How she spewed so much without taking a single breath was a mystery in and of itself, those crypto-whatsits oughta look into that.

“Who’s ‘we’, bebita? There’s only one American in this room and that’s me. Stop trying to steal my guy.”

“Your guy?” The smile on her face grew, adoring that he entertained her info-dumps and enamored with his cheek, “Since when did Bigfoot go to New York?”

The Latino shrugged, completely nonchalant as he drained the last of his coffee.

“When he calls my cab to take him there.” The curl of his lips betrayed his own amusement and the short woman giggled as she bounced into his lap, hands patting his shoulders.

Stimming was still a relatively new concept to Jake. To him, he understood it as needing to shake off big feelings, good or bad, before they drowned you. He could understand that, feelings were a fuckin’ lot even to him, and he didn’t have autism (no matter how much his amor tried to peer review him, he’d dodge those accusations like he dodged the Avengers).

Seeing her stim to him, with him, over him, that was intimate. That coiled into his very soul, snug and warm. Knowing her feelings for him were so strong, so intense she had to literally, physically, manage them before they made her heart explode? It was literally impossible for the thoughts in his head to try and do some self-sabotage. No one could tell him she didn’t love him, not even himself.

That wasn’t even accounting for the obvious fact that she felt safe enough to shake her heart around right in front of him, with that beautiful smile too. She’d kill him before any bullet or cultist ever could, and he’d accept it with open arms.

“You think that Mothman guy and Bigfoot are amigos? Think they’ve ever hooked up?”

The light in her eyes when he casually sprinkled her other hyper-fixation in there, always making a point of showing he remembered each and every detail of her spiels, could lead him out of the darkest black hole.

“You’re weird, Jake Lockley.” Her giggle was girlish, high pitched and sweet as honey, “They’re divorced, actually.”

[riptideripley]

Permission

gif creds: @mxmoth

summary:Rhea gets caught pleasing herself..without permission

WC:779

You had just walked into the house,being greeted by Barry and Luna upon arrival. You smiled and slipped your shoes off,getting each of them a pat on the head. You went over to the kitchen and opened the fridge,grabbing a bottle of water taking a long sip. You looked at the dogs and decided to hand them a treat from the cabinet,smiling as they ran off.

You had just came home from the gym,deciding to take a shower there to not waste time on getting into your bed. You headed up the stairs and stopped at the main bedroom door,hearing whimpers and soft moans of your name spew from your girlfriend Rhea. You cracked the door open gently,leaning against the door frame. You stood there watching her silently,waiting till she was close to climaxing to speak. “So we forgot the rules hm?” you spoke softly,making her jump up out of her propped up position and look at you. “M-Mommy I..I just missed you” she spoke following a whine.

“Could’ve called doll,but it’s fine. Go on,keep going for me” you spoke softly making your way over to the bed,positioning yourself next to her legs. She looked at you,getting more and more aroused by the second,grabbing the vibrator she had placed next to her. You grabbed it from her hand and turned it to the 2nd highest setting,placing it onto her clit as she let out a small squeal. You smiled,watching her slowly lose herself in pleasure as she squirmed and croaked out moans. You shifted over positioning yourself between her legs,leaning down to leave small kisses on her inner thigh. Her body shudder,sensing she was close,you pulled the vibrator away and turned it off placing it on the bed. “W-Why’d you stop..?” she panted out,looking at you confused. “You broke the rules sweetheart,now let me remind you” you whispered,leaning down circling your tongue on her sensitive clit making her grip onto your hair.

“Mommy!” she squealed out,feeling her orgasm build up only for you to pull away. You smiled and crawled closer to her,pulling her into a deep kiss to shut up her whines. You gently stroked her hair,distracting her as you gently rubbed circle on her clit with your thumb. “Now tell me baby,what’s mommy’s rule about permission” you asked,making her look at you by holding her chin. You decided to test her and picking up the pain along with pressure of your thumb as you continued circling her clit. “T-To only ask permission..fuck..i-if I want to please myself..” she whispered out,despite her stuttering desperate state. “And what else baby?” you questioned,watching as she slowly slipped deeper into pleasure. “A-And to record..for you” she panted out,eyes rolling back as she felt you insert two fingers into her aching hole.

“Good girl,you remembered” you said smiling,making your way back down to her dripping pussy. You gave her folds a long lick,soon devouring her cunt. You felt her thighs squeeze around your head as she held onto your hair and the bed for support. “M-May I please cum mommy?” she begged,feeling her orgasm build up once again. “Go ahead doll,you’ve learned your lesson for now” you whispered sending her over the edge. With a loud moan,she finally let go and came everywhere. You laid there for a moment,analyzing the mess on her thighs and the bed. You sat up and smiled at her,getting off the bed to grab a warm towel. You grabbed one and came back,cleaning her gently.

“Come on baby,let’s go sleep in the guest room until I get these sheets washed” you spoke as you held your hand out to her,helping her off the bed onto your shoulder. You carried her to the spare room that was hardly used,placing her down gently. You quickly ran off to take the sheets off and throw them in the washing machine,going back to the main bedroom to get her favorite pair of shorts and underwear. Once you came back to the spare room,she was halfway asleep making you let out a soft chuckle. You lifted her legs up gently,slipping the clothes onto her making her whine. “It’s ok love,I’m right here” you whispered,laying next to her and lifting her head up to place it onto your chest. You stroked her back gently as she drifted off to sleep,you drifting off soon after her.

[html-nae]

T R A P S O U L

42!Miles x fem!OC

Part 3 of the 42!Miles x fem!OC series

WC: 779

You take two strangers and put them in random predicaments

Then you give them a soul, so they can make their own choices and live with it.

A year and 4 months later, those same strangers.

You make them meet again.

Inside his hideout.

Where one reaps his benefits.

And the other. Is begging for his life.

For his father’s life.

Then you start reminding them about that spider incident.

The collider incident.

Who would’ve thought that the Spiderman that outsmarted thousands of other Spiderman’s.

Would be from coincidence?

Because if The Spot never transported the radioactive spider from Earth 42 to Earth 1610.

Then Miles wouldn’t be Spiderman. His Uncle would be alive. His father would be dead.

And Miles Morales would be prowler.

Now here he was

Tied to a punching bag.

He couldn’t run.

Miles believed that it was always him versus the world.

Until he found out it was him versus The Spot. Then the spider society.

Then him versus himself.

Why?

He thought. He wanted to go home. To his mom. To his dad. He wanted to save his dad. That’s all he wanted.

Miles wanted to go home, back to his own dimension. Dimension 1610 Where his dad was alive, where his mom was alive. Where Harmony was alive.

He knew he wasn’t in the right dimension when his mom didn’t know who Spiderman was. As if her husband didn’t complain about the masked hero almost everyday.

But he didn’t. Not in this universe.

No.

He died. A year ago.

Along with Harmony.

And here he was.

In a prowler mask with chains hanging from his chest and weapons scattered around him.

He looked and sounded different.

He was different,

Why?

Because he lost everything.

All because of The Spot.

He lost his internship at Alchemex. He could’ve got into the University he wanted to get in.He probably still could. But he had different plans. More important matters.

He would’ve still had Harmony. He would’ve had his father there and not just a mural that was dedicated to him on some brick wall outside his apartment.

He would’ve had everything.

He wouldn’t have gotten dark. He wouldn’t have gone down the path he did just to help put food on the table.

Earth 42 Miles would’ve had everything.

While 1610 Miles would’ve had nothing.

Now because of The Spot. It was all changed.

“Please. If you don’t let me go our dad is gonna die-”

Before Miles could say anything else. His alternate cut his pleads short.

“Your dad.”

His braids swished from side to side. And his shoes squeaked as he stepped closer to look at himself. Miles’ suit was torn and he was bleeding from his abdomen. His face was bruised and cut. It looked like he went through hell and back. He looked terrified.

He was terrified.

“You’ve gotta let me go.”

His plea to go home fell against deaf ears.

It was getting old.

“Now why would I do that?”

Am I going to live or die?

Miles didn’t belong in this dimension. That much was obvious. He was glitching every hour. His alternate self didn’t care. He enjoyed the idea. He wanted him to be put through pain. The pain he went through. He wanted him to know how it felt.

Because truthfully

No one prayed for Miles on Earth 42.

And it led to him not wanting to be bothered. He felt like he was losing his patience. His focus. He felt like his friends were overrated. He just wanted to remove himself.

No feelings involved.

Because she’s gone.

Miles was willing to die for her and live for her.

He would kill for her. He did killed for her.

And now she was gone.

And it still hurt to wake up everyday and know that not only was he not going to hear his dad’s voice booming through the apartment, but that his girlfriend wasn’t going to be knocking on his door just to lay down in his bed and listen to music.

Pride was the death of them. And love was the end of her.

He believed in a perfect world, he would be perfect. He wouldn’t be insensitive.

As cold as December.

He wouldn’t have blamed her for the mistakes he made or the bed he laid in.

But they weren’t in a perfect world.

And he knew that.

He pointed the finger just to make a point.

At least he did now.

He could’ve done so much for himself. He could’ve had so much.

But all because someone took two strangers and put them in random predicaments.

Everything changed.

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[woonova]

꩜ ﾟ˖ FAIRY TALE

◟﹙ 📖 ﹚yang jungwon ﹕oneshot ﹙ @woonova ﹚

ʚɞ ﾟ˖  genre fluff, established relationship, university au

ʚɞ ﾟ˖  synopsis you've finally found your fairytale prince in the form of yang jungwon

ʚɞ ﾟ˖  warning idk......

ʚɞ ﾟ˖  wc 0.77k ﹙ 779 words ﹚

rin's notes! this is so bad, im so sorry but on the plus side i finally finished this draft!!

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'Everyone has different needs to be close to another'

You closed the book that laid just inches before you, a drowsy feeling slowly taking over your body. It had been a while since you've gotten the necessary exersice the body needed to function. Seeing as from the minute you took your seat in the lonely corner of the library, you hadn't even had the thought of leaving. It came to be four hours in total that you spent in your university's library. Ditching all mention of the outside world and its noisy distractions for punctuated words on paper wrapped in beautiful colours and designs.

You felt yourself drawn to these words; their structures that could make your heart melt in seconds, their meanings that perfectly described your innermost thoughts and dreams and their complimentary usage that never failed to make you express your excitement in awe.

And currently, you felt yourself becoming more enticed by these words, however these words never came in a freshly printed book from a renowned author but from Jungwon, your recent match. It had only been a week since you and Jungwon exchanged heartfelt confessions and yet you've never felt yourself more attached to a person. You felt as if you were apart of a new age romance whenever he was near, his calm voice and loving eyes made him even more of a male protagonist in your fantasizing mind.

And on days like this, where the clouds covered the light blue sky and rain pelted down like a shower from above, you felt yourself missing him even more. His soft hands that held yours with such care — the same hands that had once been so hesitant to lay even a finger upon your skin during your first weeks of friendship. His soothing voice that would be the bearer of all those genuine statements his loving heart had to offer, and even the occasional soft tunes that left his lips, tunes he dedicated to you, and you only. His caring eyes, that often reminded you of a cat's, the sharpness of them only concealed the array of emotions that laid in their beautiful brown hue. His pretty plump lips, the lips that carried a pink colour you felt yourself being drawn to everytime he was close, eager for an even deeper meaning of the word love.

"I knew I would find you here," a breathless voice pulled you from your daydream. You turned your head to face the owner of all your deluded fantasies standing before you, hair pushed back as he ran his arm over his forehead. "Why didn't you answer my calls? I've been looking all over for you."

It took a while for you to respond, you were too caught up on how beautiful he looked in this moment. "Yeah, sorry," you started with a small chuckle, amused with his little pout and furrowed eyebrows. "I was just a little preoccupied." you pointed towards your abandoned piece of literature at the end of your explanation as a form of emphasis.

"Hmm, that's okay. I was just a little worried, that's all." he bent to your level, leaving maybe an inch a space between you as he placed a small kiss on your cheek, before turning to the desk and laying out the different boxes of food he'd picked up on the way.

You only stared at him, a love-struck gaze clouding your vision. You watched silently as he prepared your afternoon meals — or in your case, the first meal you would have since morning. "I had a feeling you would skip out on your meals, so I made sure to get a lot. I even got your favourites."

He looked up at you with the same gaze, a bright smile pulling at his lips. He slid an opened container towards you, urging you to take a bite of the delicious items placed before you.

You took him up on his offer with a shy demeanor before busying yourself with the dish just inches away. He was right, you had skipped out on your meals, and just knowing he specifically bought your favourites in a larger quantity because of this assumption made your heart warm even more.

While you occupied yourself with the food in front of you, Jungwon distracted himself with the forgotten books that laid across the table. He picked one you were greatly familiar with, your favourite. A story you often compare to your current relationship. A tale that brought comfort to you, knowing now, that you had found your prince charming just as the princess had. And similar to the princess you were deeply in love with him.

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[lovewheeler]

a/n: just a lil first kiss drabble with jonathan. i love him n i cannot stop thinking of him, so. here you go. tooth rotting fluff, like usual around here (pukes). written in 20 minutes n not beta read soz

wc: 779

There’s a type of comfort in studying with Jonathan – it’s a nice type of familiarity, the way you kick your feet as you lay on his bed and the way he taps his pencil against the wood of his desk. It’s sweet, cozy, it feels like home. 

Leave it to you to ruin it. 

“Hey, J?” Your voice cuts through the silence like a knife, pink pen long forgotten on whatever math assignment you’d been working on. The paper was practically blank, both your nerves and inability to do math rendering your efforts useless.

“Hm?” The boy doesn’t even lift his head, but you know he’s listening, even as his pencil continues to glide over his paper. Your eyes flick down to his hands and you feel like you’re going to die. 

Now that you’re prompted to speak, suddenly your mouth goes dry; how are you supposed to say what you want to without falling apart at the seams and melting into a puddle right there on his bed? You’d stain the sheets. 

“I’m not getting any younger, y’know.” 

You can hear the smile in his voice and you roll your eyes, rubbing your hands over your face. This is fine. It’s Jonathan. He’s been your best friend since you even knew what that was. Nothing could screw that up. 

Right?

You pull one of his pillows over to you and roll on your back, clutching the cushion to your chest and trying not to chicken out for what feels like the thousandth time. 

“Do you, um – you remember how, the other day, when we told everyone we had news and Steve asked if we were finally dating?”

“Yeah, fuckin’ idiot – why?”

“Have you ever, uh – like, thought of that? Us – dating?” 

The sound of graphite writing against paper stops. You shut your eyes tight when he turns around and you hear his chair squeak. The once comfortable silence now feels suffocating. You swear you could hear a pin drop.

“Can I ask why?”

You hate him, you think. You want him dead (you don’t). How dare he make you explain yourself?

“I just – just. Wanted to know if I was the only one who’d thought of it before, s’all…”

Jonathan’s entire world feels like it just got flipped on its axis. He’s trying to decipher whether you’re saying what he thinks you’re saying or if it’s just wishful thinking.

He watches you from his place on the chair and he thinks he’d laugh if his heart wasn’t caught in his throat. You’re clutching his pillow for dear life and your eyes are shut so tightly he can’t imagine it’s very comfortable. He’s worked so hard his entire life to become completely in tune to your body language and yet a blind man could tell how uncomfortable you are right now.

It’s kind of cute.

But there’s a part of him that thinks you’re joking. It tugs on his heart and twists until it hurts. He wants to believe you wouldn’t do that, but he’s not exactly used to people wanting to be with him. 

Jonathan wants to pry more, he really does, but he’s a weak man – and you’re his kryptonite. 

“I–if you’re joking, that’s really fucked up.”

Your eyes pop open immediately and you’re sitting up in a flash, so quick you almost feel dizzy. He thought you were joking?

You turn to face him, eyebrows furrowed and expression mildly offended, “Why would I ruin our friendship over a joke?”

“Why would you be ruining our friendship?”

“Because you don’t like me back.”

“When did I ever say that, bug?”

“You–”

“Yes.”

And then you’re moving across the room in a flash, so fast he almost doesn’t register it until you’re fully seated on his lap, holding his face between your hands. The position wasn’t unfamiliar, but now there’s an entirely different feeling behind it.

“How long have you been hiding this from me?”

His hands hover over your waist, body tense and eyes wide, “I – few years?”

“Years, Byers?!”

“I was scared!” 

“Oh, I’m gonna kill you.”

You surge forward, pressing your lips to his in a kiss backed with every ounce of passion and feeling you’ve built up over the past five years. It feels like when you watched the fireworks together when you were thirteen, and when you cuddled up to him at the bonfire by the lake last week. It feels like when you got into your dream college and you ran to the Byers’ to tell him before anyone else, jumping in his arms with the acceptance letter clutched in your hand. 

It, like everything you do with him, feels like home.

[swampstew]

Blind Date Event - Shanks X Reader

Thank you to everyone who submitted applications for my Blind Date Matchmaking Event. I hope you enjoy these lovely bedtime stories during this week of overpriced chocolates, flowers and heart shaped things. @mrsackermanlevi I hope you like your blind date :)

Mostly fluff, SFW, Shanks X Female reader, first blind date experience. WC: 779. Minors DNI - my content is for mature audiences only

You knew you were staring. It was hard not to. The stunning man in front of you was leaning on his equally stunning Ferrari Fiorano 599 GT Convertible. A classic red coat gleamed with a perfect, scratch-free surface. Shanks however was not free from scratches, missing his left arm and seeing the deep, scarred slashes over his left eye, a shiver went through your body. His entire demeanor screamed excitement.

His laugh was nice to listen to. You weren’t entirely sure what to expect after finding him like that outside your apartment. Your first impression – yes you know, never judge a book by its cover – yet, your first impression was that of a man who was confident, strong, and had a professional poker face. His smile looked authentic but it was either because he was a man who smiled a lot or a man who knew how to mask well. You were thrilled to bits to learn it was the former.

As he drove downtown, the two of you played the ice breaker games in your matchmaking pamphlets. It was a shockingly easy way to learn about each other very quickly as you travelled to your destination. A secret that Shanks wanted to surprise you with.

“_____, what are your top three deal breakers?”

“Oh that’s easy. I don’t tolerate cheating, smoking, and the inability or unwillingness to show affection, especially in public. If someone is too ashamed to hold my hand or be close with me, that tells me they lack the ability to appreciate me or the values I hold dear. Cheating and smoking is self-explanatory.”

Shanks nodded in agreement as he listened.

“What about your top three deal breakers?”

“I would say lying, needless cruelty, and the inability to have fun and try new things. Life is unpredictable, we should spend the time enjoying ourselves, not boxing ourselves in. Lying and needless cruelty is self-explanatory yea?”

You nodded, smiling. Pleased to learn that you share similar values and outlooks. The drive had been incredibly pleasant and you were a bit nervous about how you were supposed to spend the actual date if the two of you got through all the pleasantries before the date even began?

Turns out you didn’t need to worry. Shanks’ idea of a first date turned out to be a drive-in movie. Perfect, you almost purred. He parked the convertible and then motioned for you to move to the backseat while he went to the trunk. He jumped into the back with you holding a basket. Inside, a massive bag of popcorn, some shareable candies, a couple of beers, and cozy blankets.

To be honest, you don’t even remember what the movie was about. You were completely mesmerized by the man. His dashing good looks, his charming personality, his entire vibe was comforting, safe. Your breath hitched as he snaked his arm around your shoulder. You tried to hide the smile on your face as you leaned into his touch. Wrapping your arm around his waist to snuggle closer into him.

The movie was over much too quickly, your pout evident as the credits ran. Shanks eyed you from his peripheral, doing his best to not giggle at your pout. He really enjoyed the date and he wasn’t eager to see it end either. Especially since the two of you couldn’t really talk during the movie.

He gave you an amused smile, “______, what if we started our second date tonight? Have you ever been to a disco club?”

“A disco club?” your eyes widen and your brows furrowed. “Those are still a thing? I’m not sure I’m wearing the right clothes…”

“DAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Are you calling me old?!” tears leaked from his eyes. “Don’t worry about your clothes, disco is about getting loose and enjoying yourself. C’mon lets go have some fun!” he threw his arm around your shoulder again, squeezing it gently, nudging his side into yours almost like a gentle hazing. His dark eyes twinkled with anticipation at your answer.

“Mmmmm,” your lip curls. You don’t really want to be surrounded by a ton of people, you just want to spend more time with him.

“I’ll buy drinks and pizzaaaaa,” his voice lilted.

You pouted again, “Fine you’ve won me over with your bribe!”

His fist raised in the air. “You won’t regret it! And you can hold on to my waist some more if you need,” he winked at you. “Unless you’re already good at skating? Maybe? Surprise me!” he excitedly chattered, stowing away the basket and helping you to the front seat. Your grin matched his, butterflies in your stomach as he drove you to your second date.

[slytherinshua]

WITH EVERY CUP OF COFFEE

genre. fluff. very domestic. coffeeshop au sorta...? seungsik being sooooo husband :( warnings. kissing. pairing. husband!seungsik x reader. wc. 779. a/n. idk why this fic just turned out soooo domestically fluffy and like seungsik oml hes just sooooo husband and i miss him sm </3 im in such a victon era again i just love them and miss them so badly 😭 also i feel like this is written in a slightly different style from what i normally do lmao (tho i'm not even sure if i have a style... do i have a style?)

Seungsik loved you with every cup of coffee. 

Every iced americano, every caramel macchiato, every vanilla latte, every hazelnut cappuccino reminded you how much Seungsik loved you. 

From the moment you first locked eyes, to your first date, to when he put a ring on your finger, to now— Seungsik loved you with every cup of coffee.

You would never have known that the cute new barista at your local coffee shop would become a permanent fixture of your life, or that just 4 years later you would be opening up your own coffee shop with the very same man, but life is full of surprises and events that no one could ever predict.

The week had been tiresome overall. It was hard to keep up with customers when it was just the two of you. Seungsik took the counter, making coffees and charming customers with his handsome face and even handsomer smile. While he handled the front, you were in the back baking cookies or muffins or other baked goods. The morning rush before people went to work was always the busiest. You liked to man the counter together, otherwise it became unmanageable. 

Every day was pretty much the same, but you liked the familiarity. The routine was relaxing, and the constant surety of a day at the cafe helped with the stress of life outside of it. 

It was mostly Seungsik, though.

You woke up in his arms, breathing in his cologne, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. You stayed like that for a long time. Even after Seungsik woke up, he wanted to hug you for longer, just stay close for “5 more minutes”. 5 always turned into 10 which turned into 20, but there never seemed to be any urgency when you were with him.

When you finally got free from his arms to go shower, he watched you leave with a sleepy smile on his face, mumbles about how breakfast would be ready when you were done. If there was one thing about Seungsik, it was that he always made sure breakfast was ready for you.

Some mornings it was french toast, or fruit parfaits with granola, or kimchi pancakes. This morning it was eggs benedict. But the best part of every breakfast was the coffee that came with it. Freshly brewed with the drip coffee pot that you had given him on your anniversary. He said it was the best thing in his life (after you).

You finished getting ready quickly, eager to join Seungsik for breakfast, and by the time you got to the kitchen, he was just starting on the coffee. One of the things you loved the most about Seungsik was his voice, and he had a habit of singing while working. His voice filled the entire room with a soft clear melody and you smiled at the sound. He was singing your favourite song. You slipped your arms around his waist and rested your head against his broad back as he poured water over the coffee grounds in slow circles. He slowed his singing down to a gentle hum, his left hand finding yours circling his waist to intertwine your fingers.

“Out of the shower?” 

You hummed in response, stepping up on your tippy toes to press small kisses to his neck. He smiled at the feeling.

“I’ve got to plate the eggs. Can you finish the coffee?” He turned around, leaning down to press a long kiss to your lips before leaving you to finish pouring the water. He started singing again as he transferred the eggs to two matching plates and poured a generous amount of hollandaise sauce on each one. 

“Go sit down, I’ll pour the coffee.” Seungsik urged, leading you to the table and pulling out your chair for you.

“You’re so sweet this morning.” You commented, smiling at the cute breakfast laid out on the table and your husband who was grabbing two matching mugs to pour the coffee into.

“Aren’t I sweet every morning?” He countered, placing the coffee down in front of you. You giggled. He was right, of course. He was sweet to you every morning. You sometimes couldn’t even imagine how you had ended up with such a loving husband.

You watched the cream make little swirls in your coffee and you allowed a relaxed smile to take over your face at the sight. It wasn’t just coffee to you— it was coffee made by Seungsik, and it held his love for you in it. And in that moment you were again reminded that Seungsik loved you steadily, gently, slowly. 

Seungsik loved you with every cup of coffee.

↳ victon taglist: @yeonjuns-redhair,, @skz-minchan-enthusiast,, @edensgardenn

[afoolandathief]

Day 24 & 25 of Nano

WIP: Something Wicked

Status: Rewriting

NaNo profile: afoolandathief

NaNoWriMo 2022 Goal: 250 words a day

Words written: 71 yesterday, 708 today; 779 in total

NaNo WC total (not counting prior work): 7,868

Total WC for rewrite: 41,112

Didn't get much done yesterday, but I've surpassed my goal, technically (250 X 30 days = 7,500) and I got to write Jade swearing and attempting to fix her precious truck while Caz is a pathetic wet creature.

Excerpts (you get two today) below ↓

(TWs for language and some allusions to sex and anatomy)

“Hey, Shaw, at least now you’ve got an excuse to get a better car,” he said.

“I’ve driven this truck since I was a teenager,” she said, which didn’t make any sense coming from a centuries-old desert witch’s mouth. “It’s probably the most valuable thing I own.”

She had popped the hood and was holding her phone’s flashlight over the engine. She backed up and kicked one of the deflated tires.

“Stupid piece of shit!”

Caz pulled out his phone, trying to find a signal. He doubted a cab would come all the way out here. Even Juniper wouldn’t send a car to pick up some bodyguard. But maybe if the bodyguard had supernatural endurance and a really big -

The thought escaped him as he felt two dark amber eyes burning clean through him.

“What?” he asked.

“I think the transmission’s shot,” Jade said.

“What’re you trying to transmit?”

...

She threw the wrench down, opting to wave her hand across the metal until it glowed red. The molten ore twisted and changed shape until Jade seemed satisfied.

“I’ve had this truck since I was a teenager,” she said, confirming what Caz had heard earlier and confusing him even further. “But it was my mom’s first. Think she and my dad bought it when I was baby, or even before that.”

Caz blinked, trying to do the math in his head. But there was no way it was adding up.

“Jade,” he began, trying to pick the words carefully. “Just — just how old are you?”

She knelt down, her hand skimming over two different sizes of wrenches. She picked one and stood, her eyes narrowed in what was either amusement or confusion or both.

“I’m 26.”

His hand slipped slightly, the metal squealing and groaning before he caught the side of the truck.

“Oh my God,” he squawked. “You’re a fucking baby!”

[nhadatquan8]

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[thongtacconghanoi2]

Tham khảo chất lượng dịch vụ hút bể phốt tại thạch thất mới nhất

Giá cả là một trong các điểm mọi người để mắt tới lúc dùng giải pháp nào đó. Thịnh vượng luôn cam đoan giá cả phải chăng, thiếu hẳn hiện tượng lên giá ngoài giao kèo.

Ngoài cách tính giá bằng khối lượng ra những người nhiều khả năng xem thêm cách tính theo kích cỡ của xe lúc được hút lên cũng nhiều khả năng khiến bạn có giá ưu đãi.

Cách hút bể phốt tại thạch thất hiện nay Với sứ mạng tăng thêm giá trị sống cho công dân sống tại thạch thất, doanh nghiệp môi trường thịnh vượng luôn luôn cố gắng nỗ lực, bảo đảm chất lư���ng hút bể phốt tại thạch thất đạt tiêu chuẩn. Người tiêu dùng đang cần liên lạc với bọn tôi, vui lòng thi hành những tiến trình sau :

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Bước 3 : nhận thông tin về thông báo chi phí – lịch làm việc – đầu mục việc cần chế tạo từ tổng đài.

Bước 4 : chuẩ bị trước việc để ở nhà cho thợ thông hút bể phốt đến lát. Thời kỳ làm việc khoảng 20 – nửa tiếng.

Bước 5 : kiểm tra kết quả – nhận tin tức bảo hành – nhận hóa đơn và chi trả tiền.

Doanh nghiệp thịnh vượng tin tưởng bản thân là doanh nghiệp phân phối dịch vụ hút bể phốt tại thạch thất được đánh giá cao và giá trị nhất ngày nay. Bọn tôi luôn bảo đảm làm việc bằng xe xitec hút chân không tối tân, chuẩn kỹ thuật nhật bảo. Thịnh vượng cam kết nhiều khả năng giải quyết được mọi loại bể lớn , nhỏ với hiện trạng sự khác nhau. Cập nhật ngay để được tham vấn !

Thời nay công ti thịnh vượng đang dùng cho 2 giải pháp hút bể phốt tại thạch thất : hút bể phốt có lỗ đục và hút bể phốt không đục phá. Tùy vào hiện trạng công trình kiến trúc mà bọn tôi có thể có biện pháp hợp lý nhất.

[mrkis]

touch

member: ten genre: smut wc: 779 warning(s): explicit content, swearing, solo masturbation, ten thinks about some fruity things

REQUESTED by anon: I’d like to request something similar to Solo, maybe with Ten? I really enjoy rereading solo and I just crave more like the greedy person I am lol

“Five minutes!”

Ten hears a staff member yell out through the loud noises inside the dressing rooms, sending the stylists and makeup artists in a panic as they quickly try to finish up with the members clothing and hair. He watches the commotion through the reflection in the mirror, seeing Yangyang and Xiaojun bickering over something while a makeup artist tries to fix their eyeshadows. 

Lucas and Hendery get scolded by another stylist for trying each others jackets on and almost ripping the fabric while Sicheng and Kun sit quietly on the sofas at the side, the latter glaring at the pair and the former staring down at his phone in his hand, ignoring everything that’s happening around him. 

Ten’s attention is quickly brought upon the stylist that taps at his arm, turning his body fully towards her and allowing her to do whatever she needs to do to his outfit, watching as she adjusts his sleeves on his jacket before her fingers accidentally graze the bare skin of his chest when she reaches for the front.

“Sorry” She whispers apologetically as Ten flinches backwards, thinking that she scratched him accidentally or hurt him in some way but it’s the complete opposite. 

The feeling of her fingernail nipping at his skin sends a weird yet familiar sensation to the pit of his stomach and he mentally curses at himself, reaching his hand up to the tufts of hair at the back of his neck and pulls until it burns, trying to conceal himself from indecent thoughts but the stylists makes it harder for him as she begins to adjust the belt on his jeans, the friction of his jeans rubbing against his flaccid cock makes him gulp.

“I need to go to the bathroom” Ten excuses himself, pushing away from the stylist to head towards the dressing room exit, discreetly covering the front of his pants. He ignores Kun’s questioning and Yangyang’s attempts to grab his attention, leaving the room in a hurry and scurrying down the corridor, eyeing the signs on the wall to try and find the restrooms..

Ten throws himself inside a stall as he reaches the nearest restroom, turning the lock and sitting down on the lid of the toilet seat, staring down at the small bulge in his pants that screams to be freed.

His nimble fingers toy with the zipper on his jeans, raising himself off of the lid to pull them down to his thighs along with his boxers. He stares down at his growing length in disappointment, shaking his head at how fast someone had gotten him riled up.

“She touched my fucking chest” Ten sighs with a tut, scoffing as his cock slaps against his stomach. “Really? That easy?”

He stays still for a moment, unable to tear his eyes away from the pre-cum that bubbles at the tip. His tongue pokes at his cheek in annoyance, taking his cock in his hand which twitches at the sudden touch. Ten exhales through his nose, spreading out his legs comfortably and he tugs at his cock, his abs tensing every time his thumb grazes the tip.

Ten stifles his moan by clearing his throat, brows pulling together in concentration as he jerks himself off faster, eyes widening at the pre-cum that drips down his knuckles.

“You need to cum” He speaks to himself through gritted teeth, his cock red and angry. “Please, for the love of go—”

Ten cuts himself off with a gasp as his stomach tightens, gripping his thigh with his spare hand, pace turning frantic as he becomes desperate to cum. He hears a staff member announcing they have one minute left until they’re up on stage and he groans, realising either the members or staff will come looking for him and take him away from his private time.

But, the thrill was exciting. He imagined being caught like this, with his pants halfway down and his hand pumping his aching cock. What if the stylist that caused this finds him? What if it’s one of the members? His cock twitches at the thought and he throws his head back against the marble tiled wall, working himself to a frenzy.

Ten fails to hear the restroom door open as he brings himself to an intense orgasm, a moan echoing throughout the room as he cums in long and thick spurts, decorating the stall door white. He breathes in deeply as he relaxes back against the wall, staring down at the mess he created on his hands and wall with a lazy smile.

“...Did you have fun, hyung?”

Ten’s eyes widen. Fuck.

[ajokeformur-ray]

Hey...? I’m here for a matchup for both Arthur and Joker pls? OwO I’m 19, and I’m 5’0. I’m plump, because of my breasts and hips, so it’s curvy?? But I’m super insecure, and shy. I love drawing, reading and writing. I have anxiety, I keep all the negative emotions buried, because I don’t want anyone around me to carry the same emotional baggage w/ me. Anyway, I’m also a loner at school. My past experiences give me a hard time to trust ppl. I hope these are enough. Love your matchup thingy

Thank you, my love! I hope that you enjoy this!💝

Total wc: 1, 580.

Arthur // wc: 801.

There is an eight inch height difference between yourself and Arthur which means he has increased protectiveness over you. It is not because you are small that you are weak, but Arthur even still loves nothing more than to fold his upper body into yours; drawing you so completely into his chest and keeping you safe. You melt into his body so easily and Arthur likes to rest his chin on the top of your head, his arms tightly around you, or to rest his forehead on the curve of your shoulder,periodically turning his head so that he can kiss your neck if he wants something more intimate and comforting in nature. The both of you are insecure and shy, so it takes a fair while for the both of you to get a relationship going. However, Arthur can sense in you a kindness, a goodness, which other people don’t carry on their sleeves like you do, and he gravitates towards you like a moth to a flame. With you, however, he is not burned, but nourished and loved, cherished and treasured. One thing is for sure, and that is that he loves all of you for precisely who you are and he wouldn’t want you any other way than how you are right now, reading this. You are his one and only and he loves you so deeply and so completely.

You are artistic and creative and Arthur gravitates towards that, so musically inclined a soul is he and though he wouldn’t ever ask, he would like to read the things which you write if you are willing to share it with him. Sometimes he wants to share his journal with you and he will invite you to sit on his lap while he reads to you, his strong, dark brows furrowed as he reads it out, his sea green eyes darting up periodically to see your reaction to his thoughts. When you engage in your creative hobbies, Arthur likes to join in by way of you spending time together separately. You will be sat on the worn sofa with an old film playing quietly on the television, and Arthur will be sat at the small kitchen table writing in his journal. Occasionally will he read out a joke and if you laugh, he will add it to his show. Your reactions to his comedy ends up tailoring his performances to your sense of humour over the months. Arthur knows well what it means to be anxious, and he never thinks of you any less for it. He only understands, and he reassures you whenever and wherever possible, and even with his own struggles he puts you first. You keep your emotions to yourself, as does Arthur, though for different reasons. Even so, the two of you learn to open up and to trust one another. There is no burdening of the other person, when the other person is only too willing to help you carry your emotional baggage. You grow together and you live together and Arthur can only wonder how he lived at all before he had you in his life. All he knows is that now he has you in his life, he never wants to go back to the time before such a miracle; you’re his everything.

You’re nineteen and Arthur worries that he’s too old for you; he’s almost if not actually twice your age, but you don’t let it deter you! You’re a fully consenting and informed adult, as is Arthur, and you know yourself and your mind. You love him and you show him every single day, so strongly that not even his demons, shouting at him daily, can convince him otherwise. Arthur can relate you being alone even in a crowded place, for he has been socially isolated for his entire life. You have had bad experiences in the past which have impacted upon your present, especially when it comes to friendships and trusting people, and Arthur understands that all too well. It isn’t easy but he does what he can to help you to learn to trust him, and in teaching you does he end up relaxing as well. It takes time, for the both of you are shy, but there’s something in his smile, something about Arthur, which you can’t put your finger on, and it’s the very same for Arthur when it comes to you! You really grow together slowly and then all at once and neither of you would have it any other way. Two lonely souls, one destitute city, and a whole lot of love makes for a tale worthy of the big screens; made for each other are you! Arthur loves you for all of you and that has never and will never be any different!

Joker // wc: 779.

By the time, some months later, Arthur comes home dressed in a three piece crimson red suit, greasepaint smeared and his hair a mess, the two of you are fully comfortable with one another. Changed though he may be and unpredictable is his nature, one thing remains the same and it is this: Arthur loves you for all of you. He adores all of you and if ever you become physically insecure, Arthur is there to reassure you. Fussed is he not with his partner’s appearance, just so long as you are safe and comfortable within your own self, and he often is insecure of his own appearance. He feels like he could be stronger, richer, and someone all around better for you, and even as Joker does he have these same insecurities. These insecurities are both worn them like armour so they can’t be used to hurt him and being shed by him at the same time. A walking contradiction is he. You are insecure and shy and by now, Joker knows how to reassure you, how to protect you and how to be there for you, even through the haze of his now non-medicated mind. There is nothing that he won’t do to protect you, dearheart, you’re his greatest treasure and his strength, his joy and his saving grace. You’re his entire life and he will spend the rest of his showing you the true depth of his devotion to you.

You are creative and whereas Arthur used to want to ask if he could read the things you have written or view the things you have drawn, Joker now expresses it clearly. He will come up behind you when you’re sat on the worn sofa drawing or he will slide up on the bed with you, and those strong arms clad in crimson will curl around your waist or your shoulders. “Can I see, darling?” or “that’s a lovely look on your face, doll. What’s it about?” His voice is soft and raspy and if you say yes, then he breaks out his journal and the two of you spend long hours sharing your artistic works together and talking about your inspirations and your feelings about certain things. If you say no, then Joker shrugs it off and he will simply ask you at a later date. it’s not that he pesters you about it, but you can’t say no every time; you will say yes eventually and he can be patient. You have anxiety and Joker knows you. He knows you and from a single glance can he almost always accurately read you and your mindset. He knows how to help you and he knows when to help you. He has his anxieties, too, and with him werewolfing out on the streets often, it can cause your anxiety to spike, especially when he is gone for all hours of the day and night without so much as a note, but he always makes sure to come home to you. You are his one and only, the only one who makes sense to him, and you’re his home. Joker is unpredictable and there is no telling what will set off his outbursts, but by this stage in your relationship, you’re safe with each other and Joker always encourages you to talk to him. “Come on, talk to me,” is his usual soft plea. He wants to be there for you; he lives for you. A problem shared is a problem halved, and if you keep sharing each half as it decreases in size, then soon there’s no problem at all!

You have been deeply hurt in the past, as has Joker, and the two of you have built up a relationship of mutual trust and respect, from which blossomed love so intense that the both of you wonder just how you survived without each other in the past. The both of you help and support one another and it’s not easy; some days it’s infinitely harder than others, but it’s worth it because of the love which exists between the two of you. Joker sees you, he knows you, he loves you, and there’s nothing that he wouldn’t do for you; just as there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him. You are so so supportive of each other and so in love that any outsider’s looking in have their hearts broken in the best way just from seeing how tender you are with each other. You’re much younger than Joker, but he doesn’t see that; he only sees the woman he loves, the woman who loves him, and that’s all that matters to him: always you.

[hellsbovnd]

part of you.

wc: 779 focus: rosemund blackthorne

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Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

It was at night before bed that his soul crystal always weighed the heaviest—not heavy enough to be unpleasant, but enough to make Rosemund keenly aware of its omnipresence held fast to his left forearm with a wrapping of bandages hidden either under his armor or under his sleeve.

It was the burning in his chest that came with that weight that bothered him—if burning was the right word. Describing the sensation as heat might be misleading. It was something that Rosemund could only vaguely define as pain, throbbing and unrelenting like the way freshly opened wounds pulsed with heat in time with your heartbeat. Yes, likening it to a wound might be a better way of putting it, in particular because much like hooked thorns, pulling away from the source of the pain only made it worse.

Navigating the issue during his early days as a Dark Knight had been agonizing. The longest he managed was a sennight before he felt himself coming apart at the seams, before he figured out that he ought to be building some time alone into his schedule to address the issue.

Inhale...

The last three bells of the night were wholly dedicated to this particular “ritual.” In the early days he would attend to it sober, with the fervor that a good, Fury-fearing nobleman of Ishgard might attend to their evening prayers. Now however he’d built up enough control that he could tend to it with the taste of wine still fresh on his lips, though no less religiously.

Hold...

His soul crystal weighed on his heart as his chest rose and fell in time with his breathing. With his eyes closed, it along with the sensation of the thick winter quilts thrown haphazardly over his bed were his only tethers back to “reality” as he let his mind wander—and let his soul crystal beckon him to gaze into the abyss.

Exhale...

Rosemund never counted himself a mage, never studied magic, wasn’t interested in it. The first time he’d used the dark arts that marked him as a dark knight it had been unintentional, a spasm of sorts borne of his lack of control and shielded from view only by virtue of being inside his own house when he had shredded an old painting in a fit of sudden rage that had been forgotten almost as soon as he had lashed out to begin with. The painting was still hanging in the parlor, a reminder.

It terrified him at first to wield such powers. He’d avoid tapping into his Darkside for the longest time simply out of fear—which also happened to stave off the soul crystal’s call. But now, years and years later, he’d come to regard the darkness as familiar, as a friend, as much a part of him as the blood that flowed through his veins.

He was keenly aware of its ebb and flow through his body as he laid there, the way it pulsed in time with his own heartbeat, the way its facets felt against his exposed skin compared to the general chill of his chambers after extinguishing the fireplace for the evening. Each aspect of the crystal a reminder: I am part of you now.

He and the crystal led each other in what could only have been called a dance for what felt like bells, an unspoken call and reply through hazy memories and half-remembered dreams. It was up to Rosemund every night to initiate this dance, but he wasn’t released from it until the crystal’s heat dissipated and it was no more than a trinket again, etched with the deeds of men he’d never known and never would.

The world slid into sharp focus again as he opened his eyes, his dance for the night ended and the tension he carried in his shoulders ever-so-slightly dissipated.

Now the only heat within him was from the alcohol, though his head was beginning to clear of the fog that the wine brought with it. He pushed himself up onto his elbows to stow his soul crystal in a velvet-lined jewelry box that he kept on his bedside table—always close at hand in case of an emergency. And then up to his feet only long enough to retrieve the robe that he wore to bed, a fluffy and well-worn bathrobe that it was easy to sink into and which would keep him warm in the morning while he downed coffee to cure his inevitable hangover. And then it was time to sleep.

Sleep, and pray that his dance with the soul crystal would keep the night terrors at bay.