#which of course comes with bumps and hiccups

[bookwyrminspiration]

me, of my own free will, clocking into the kotlc tag every morning to see what we’re arguing about this time

[pshcomforts]

➳ bad habit | psh.

nonidol!sunghoon x fem!reader

“i wish i knew you wanted me”

synopsis: sunghoon never realized you loved him in high school until you confessed it on a drunken, celebratory day.

warnings/content: written in third pov. mentions of alcohol. aged up — hoon’s 23 and reader’s 22. oblivious sunghoon. kind of idiots in love. cursing. not proofread.

genre: angst with little fluff

comments, likes, and reposts are appreciated :)

word count: 2.6k

a/n: fictional characters — dae (jungwon’s boyfriend), min-su (heeseung’s girlfriend), and ji-woo (jake’s girlfriend).

so excited to join @okwonyo’s celestial ballet event! hope this goes well with the song as you play it <3

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current song playing: bad habit by steve lacy

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

1:08 ────────|─────────── -2:43

after years in college, sunghoon found himself achieving a goal he’d never thought would come true — in which was landing his dream job abroad, allowing for his group of friends to celebrate with one last drinking night.

the air was filled with drunken laughs as everyone reminisced about the past, talking about high school and college memories, and the stupid stories that came from it.

y/n giggled next to dae, cheeks tinting a soft pink on her face as she mindlessly smiled, thankful for the non mentions of her crush on hoon back then.

but he caught glimpses of her grins, pressing his lips into a firm line to bite back whatever he could. his heart would still ring and call for her, making him unable to comprehend whatever jake was murmuring next to him.

“right hoon??”

“hm? oh yeah.. yeah, whatever.”

jake huffed out a laugh as he watched his friend keep his gaze on the girl in front of him.

“aye, sunghoon?” the aussie boy tried to snap, but hoon’s focus stayed completely on y/n as she unsteadily walked out.

he was quick to follow behind, ignoring the asked whereabouts from the others as dae peeked at ji-woo and min-su.

“should we..?” jungwon’s partner hesitantly questioned, trailing his voice off so the two could get the hint, but ji-woo only shook her head.

“no, let them talk.”

and so they did, leaving sunghoon to trail after y/n who decided to sit outside for fresh air.

the boy found her crouched down in a quiet area, much different than the rowdy atmosphere from before.

he gave a soft sigh, heart pounding in his ears as he took a seat next to her.

“hey,” his voice murmured. “you doing okay?”

he laid his eyes on y/n who still had bright cheeks from the alcohol consumed. she deemed a soft smile as her eyes closed. “me? of course i’m okay!” she shouted, hiccuping afterward.

sunghoon scoffed out a quiet laugh in return, hiding away his smile as he let his shoulders bump against hers again. the little touch was almost nothing, but it still sparked his heart that was mindlessly filled with her.

“you didn’t drink a lot, did you?”

“no…, you know i can’t handle alcohol very well.”

unknowingly, his lips curled as he remembered the other times they’d drink together in college.

“yeah.., i know.”

he felt his body warm up from the memories that flooded in, melting his heart in ways y/n couldn’t imagine.

“we had some good times in college, didn’t we?” she uttered, recalling back to the best memories she could find in her buzzed state. “i’m sure gonna miss you.”

sunghoon chortled out a laugh at her words. “i’ll miss you too, but i’ll still visit, you know?”

y/n felt her heart slightly shatter at the mere thought of not seeing her friend as much anymore. “yeah, but it won’t be the same, hoon. why do you think everyone was talking about our high school and college days?” she smiled, remembering the continuous group of friends kept along the years.

he sighed as he tilted his head up, glancing at each star that decorated the night sky. “high school was really something, wasn’t it?” he mumbled, softly freezing when the girl laid her head on his shoulder.

“yeah.., it really was.” he heard her muffle, allowing him to plaster on a wide grin.

“do you ever miss it? or wish you could go back?” sunghoon’s eyes twinkled as he continued to stare at the sky, thinking back to all of the good times he had.

“i’m not sure if i would honestly…,” y/n chuckled, causing him to hear it. he questioned what it was about, turning his head to find that she was still restlessly laying on his shoulder — so he glanced up at the stars again as he let her giggle.

“hoon..,” she hiccuped after a while.

“hm?”

“i was in love with you in high school.”

sunghoon’s heart immediately stopped beating when her words processed. he felt his body tense up and his throat suddenly ran dry once he blinked his eyes.

“w..what?” he stuttered, feeling like his heart was gonna burst. the male quickly pulled away, causing y/n to pick her head up as she beamed a half smile.

“yeah.. i was so in love with you in high school, i’m surprised you didn’t notice from our friends.”

he peered his gaze into hers as everything he felt almost went numb hearing the sudden news. his breaths got heavy, and his chest was heaving up and down from the realization.

from the lingering stares to the quiet shared touches they had in high school, the girls heart was close to exploding from each small interaction that never came to sunghoon’s attention.

from the way she tried to get close with him, asking him about his hobbies or interests to the way she also kept a distance to not be too much of a bother.

the high school girl was hopelessly in love with her friend who was oblivious.

his hand quickly ran to his chest, clenching onto the pained feeling as he remembered the constant ships with him and y/n from their friends. however, they always ended up being mindlessly excused by him. he deemed it to be uncomfortable for them both so he always pushed it away for her benefit.

going from that sign to another was when she always made sure to show up to his ice skating competitions with flowers and loud cheers, even when no one else could show. then they’d go out for ice cream and highlight the best of his performances.

✩ ‘i wish i knew’ ✩

or when he’d fall asleep during lunch and would suddenly wake up to a packaged sandwich and coffee milk on his desk with a little sticky note that’d say — ‘eat something, dummy y/n~ :)’ — causing an unaware smile to grace his drool covered face.

or even when the two would have to go to a study session together alone (totally not planned purposely by their friends), and they’d be out late together in tiring nights that’d be filled with quiet arguments and loud laughs. then hoon would knock out first and then the girl would too right after, letting them doze off while facing each other.

✩ ‘i wish i knew you wanted me’ ✩

none of those signs made sunghoon fall for her until after high school and in college.

when the academics began to get rough for him, he’d always think about just how much y/n was able to cheer him up in high school.

her constant nose crinkles and bright smiles were a heart throbbing realization that he loved his friend who was able to light his day.

ever since he realized it, he was always the one to make effort into having a full day that revolved around her, even if they had different schedules. it caused them to have constant drinking days and continuous study sessions that could be shared upon just those two.

but from what he didn’t know was that as soon as he figured out his feelings, y/n began to realize that he wouldn’t go for a girl like her. she was hit with the reality that even with her efforts in high school, he’d never turn to someone he just considered a friend.

so she forced herself to see him as a friend only, to see him as the way she thought he saw her. and though it hurt, it worked in some ways when she began to feel a warm fuzzy feeling she’s always felt towards her close friends.

sunghoon felt like an idiot. he was an idiot.

the signs were so obvious and yet young, high school hoon was too caught up in other things to realize it.

✩ ‘made a move, coulda made a move’ ✩

‘idiot’ — he mentally cursed to himself, heart breaking as y/n only laughed.

“it’s funny though, because at some point, i noticed how our friends began to give up on us being together. i guess they got tired of me constantly talking about you.” she chuckled to herself, still radiating off her buzzed state as she muttered, “sorry, this must be awkward to hear.”

sunghoon chewed his lips as he turned his gaze to her, finding the girl only staring at the night sky instead of him, though he wished she could just meet eyes with him.

“y/n..,” he weakly called, mouth dry with guilt. “i’m sorry…, i didn’t know you.. loved me in high school.”

✩ ‘if i knew, i’d be with you’ ✩

he watched her face morph into a reassuring grin, still not looking at him as if she couldn’t bear to lock eyes with the boy she used to love.

✩ ‘is it too late to pursue?’ ✩

“don’t be sorry, hoon. you didn’t know, you don’t have to be apologetic.” y/n finally looked back at him, face subtly lighting up in shock when she found him already staring at her.

“i still am…,” hoon defended, causing a hearty laugh to be heard from her, fluttering his heart.

“i’m okay, i swear. we were just kids anyway, what did we know? plus everything worked out for the best because we ended up being really close in college.”

ouch.

she meant her words to be filled with nothing but reassurance, but sunghoon couldn’t help the burning in his heart.

✩ ‘i bite my tongue, it’s a bad habit’ ✩

every part of his body ached with the pulses that were known as a heart break. his nails dug into the palm of his hands, harshly furthering it to distract what was really hurting him.

“right.. we were a good duo in both high school and college.” he murmured, laughing it off.

✩ ‘kinda mad that i didn’t take a stab at it’ ✩

y/n scrunched her brows as she shook her head. “maybe just college, high school was just me in love with you.” she grinned, jokingly ridiculing herself.

and college was him falling in love with her.

the way he always waited for her after her classes even when his class finished an hour early, or the way he always made sure she never drank too much with her lightweight — or even the way how she was now the one to knock out first in study sessions, and it’d let hoon stop studying and just linger his stare around her facial features as she slept.

but that was passed now.

sunghoon lowly chuckled, unable to hide away his feelings at this point as the girl was now the oblivious one.

✩ ‘it’s okay, things happen for’ ✩

“they’re memories i’ll always love to look back on.” y/n beamed, pursing her lips into a thin line as she huffed out a sigh. “i’ll miss you, hoon.”

she turned away, breaking the eye contact that he still longed for as she returned her head back onto his shoulder.

the boy exhaled a sigh as well, breaths lowly unsteady with the constant thought of high school y/n in love with him.

✩ ‘reasons that i think are sure, yeah’ ✩

“if you had a chance to redo high school, would you?” he restated his question from earlier. “like would you do it all if you got the chance? fall in love with me again?” his voice slightly trailed off, scared of what the girl would say.

y/n gave a soft hum as she thought to herself, unaware of what he was intending. “i don’t know if i’d go through the heartbreak again.” she laughed. “it was honestly pretty hard getting over you.”

hoon instantly felt his chest tighten at the admission, clenching his jaw to bite back the pain as he let her continue.

“i guess i would do it all again, but just to experience young love again. the innocence of having a first time crush and all is just so fresh, you know? it’s something you can’t have again after experiencing it.”

the male paused, only hearing his deep breaths as he realized that she was the one he had experienced that with, just as much as she did with him.

fuck, his heart hurt. it burned with a sense of loss, like this was the end for them.

sunghoon found himself unable to form a response as he was overloaded with how much time they could’ve saved if he knew.

“y/n..,” he softly croaked, gulping down his feelings when she interrupted — “but! i’d like to see that you not reciprocating my feelings back was a blessing in disguise.”

“o..oh…,” he cleared his throat. “really?”

“yep! i realized that after we started college because that was when i was able to really connect with you as a friend! made me realize that it was probably better off that we stayed this way instead of me being rejected.”

she laughed about her feelings being easily declined once more as sunghoon bit his lips and stayed quiet. it was a quick notice for her, causing her to softly nudge him.

“don’t dwell on the past and make it too awkward, loser.” y/n teased. “you don’t have to feel too bad for me.”

“i, uh.. just didn’t know… so i’m a little shocked.”

“i’d imagine you to be,” she cackled. “but don’t worry about this, that’s the past, let’s focus on your future! you’re gonna be flying out tomorrow for that job, i’m so proud of you.”

sunghoon smiled, nodding his head in agreement as he was finally brought back to reality.

“seriously so proud of you.. hoonie.” she gently called. “i’ll always cheer for you, okay? no matter where you are, i’ll always be your number one supporter.”

his lips softly curled at her words, eyes slowly blinking as he still felt his heart shatter. “from high school to now, you were always my favorite person to bring for support.” his husk voice murmured to her.

y/n grinned, tears welling in her eyes as she pulled him into a sudden hug. “i’m gonna miss you so much.., what am i gonna do without you?”

sunghoon scoffed out a laugh and sighed, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her in closer. “i’m gonna miss you too but you can live without me just fine, y/n. it’s me who won’t be able to do anything without you.” he replied back with a shaky tone, tears sparking in his eyes as well.

“shut up, you’re gonna make me cry more!” the girl quickly smacked his back, earning a chuckle from him.

they pulled away after savoring the hug a little longer. sunghoon placed a hand on her cheek, wiping away the tears that drowned her face as he murmured, “you can’t replace me while i’m gone, okay?”

“why would i ever replace someone like you?”

y/n wailed out more cries after her words, allowing hoon to pull her in for another hug. he gave reassuring strokes as he laughed from hearing her cries.

“are you teasing me right now??” her shaky voice asked.

“no, no! i’m just happy we’re experiencing this together!”

“liar!”

the girl sent a few smacks toward him, and the bickering went back and forth before they both deemed it enough.

the two went back to staring at the starry night with y/n’s head laying on sunghoon’s shoulder.

✩ ‘i know i’ll be in your heart till the end’ ✩

he loved her too late, and she loved him too early.

he wished he knew, he wished the girl he loved had confessed sooner because it was too late to make a change now.

though her heart still somewhat called for him, he was leaving and she couldn’t do anything about it.

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[itiswhatitisboi]

Golden Years.

synopsis: thinking back on being teammates with kate after she gets drafted, considering them the golden years — and regretting not doing anything about your feelings for her and thinking it’s just too late

warning(s): nothing except good ole’ angst

pairing (s): kate martin x iowa!reader

a/n: first time writing a fic and i kinda blacked out bc this is a doozy

the night your best friends got drafted had to be one of the best nights of your life. you, jada, gabbie and kate had gone to support caitlin and while you, of course, had deep down hoped that a certain blonde would get picked — it was still such a shock when her name got called from the audience. you all got to cheer her on as she walked up to a jersey that would hopefully have her name on the back.

it had ended in a night of celebration, the alcohol making you extra flirty, and kate extra touchy. a dangerous combo considering the feelings you had for. the same feelings you had downplayed for the past two years because this was kate. your captain, your teammate, one of your best friends at iowa.

“i can’t believe you got drafted tonight,” you had hiccuped into her ear with her arm dangling lazily around you as you sat in the booth next to her. the feel of her touch against you had caused you to tune all other conversation out, your attention solely her’s.

she had chuckled and you had felt her body rumble against you, “las vegas here i come.”

“i knew you could do it.” it had been such a light-hearted comment but if only kate knew the weight behind it. ever since she had introduced herself to you your freshman year at iowa, officially welcoming you to the team, it had been an instant connection. one that had grown into a powerful friendship until it eventually left you wanting something more. seeing the type of person she was, you fell for her smile, her kind heart, her laugh, the compassion she had so much of to give, her obsession with hot sauce — all of her. she had become the most attractive person to you and she was all you ever wanted. so when it came to pursuing her dreams, which she had very little vocalized, you were her biggest cheerleader and number one supporter. you always claimed she deserved more recognition, to which she would brush your words off with a bashful laugh, ducking her head humbly.

“i take it you knew i’d get drafted tonight then?” she had teased with you, nudging you with her body.

“without a doubt. they’re lucky to have you, you know that? you deserve this and so much more.”

she had beamed at you and pressed a tender kiss to your temple as thank you. you had no idea but it had take everything in her not to kiss you on the lips right then and there, your words being everything she had longed to ever hear. yes, her family was always proud of her but hearing praises from you just mattered so much more.

but following the draft you had gotten back and were instantly swamped with schoolwork, practically drowning in it. and kate had gotten so busy with packing up her life in iowa. you two had barely seen each other.

one morning you had been sitting at your desk, glaring at the notes that stared back up at you. your mind had naturally wandered to who you always thought about, which was kate. you found yourself dwelling on the seasons you’ve had during the years you had to play together. after that first year you had become an unstoppable duo, elevating the game in such a way that was noticeable to everyone around you, encouraging your teammates to be the best they could be, and overall improving the team. kate may have been the captain but you were damn near equally as important — bluder always liked to call kate the head and you the heart of the team. you both just worked like that.

and as your mind lingered on the thought of kate, you realized that you’d never get that chance to play with her again. that you’d never be out there on the same court with her, chest-bumping her after a crucial block, or giving her a high five following a beautiful three-pointer. you both would never wear the same uniform again. never be teammates again.

and then a horrible thought crossed your mind as you thought about how kate would be finishing her chapter there— would you two remain in each other’s lives?

maybe that was how you found yourself outside her apartment door that morning, knowing she was leaving for good later that day. leaving you behind as she started a new life. your hand hovered in the air until you forced yourself to knock, knowing that the worst that could happen was that you lost touch after she moved and you stayed acquaintances. as long as she’d be in your life, no matter how distant, you’d be able to manage. but one thing was for certain, you wouldn’t be able to handle not saying goodbye.

she opened the door shortly after you knocked softly. her hair was slightly disheveled in a way that made you think she’d been rushing around all morning until just then.

“hey, can i come in?”

kate blinked, as if surprised you were standing right there in front of her before she snapped out of it and stepped aside. “of course.”

the apartment felt like a ghost town the moment you stepped over its threshold. no pictures on the fridge, no display of hot sauces above a the cabinets, nothing.

“what’s up? i thought we said i’d stop by your’s before i left.”

you faced her and watched as she scratched at her brow like the was trying to rid herself of the slight confusion that nestled between her brows. “yeah i know- we did. i just.. i don’t know, i needed to see you.”

kate nodded slowly as you licked your lips, suddenly unsure of what to say. you hadn’t even intended to come here because you knew it’d make you too emotional, that was why you had made the plans to meet up in the first place.

“i guess it’s just really hit me that you’re gonna be across the world and i’m gonna miss you.”

“i’m gonna miss you too,” she smiles softly as she stuffed her hands in her pockets.

“no like, i don’t think you get it- i’m gonna miss you a lot. like really miss you.” you began to fidget with her hands as your heart began to beat loudly inside your chest.

you saw the confusion yet appreciation wash across her face. she was definitely confused on why you were so adamant that she didn’t understand where you were coming from. realistically though, she didn’t want to overthink your words because there was no way you returned the same feelings she had for you— right?

“i mean, how am i supposed to go about my day without my favorite person by my side? instead you’re a call away and if i want to see you i have to catch a flight- which they’re so pricy, what is up with that?” you felt yourself begin to ramble and you honestly had no idea why. you just felt like spilling your guts to her and you had no clue if you were going to stop or not.

“what are you saying,” she said softly. she walked closer to you so that she could place a gentle hand on your shoulder, in efforts to comfort you. it hurt late to see you so antsy and she had no idea her move would have so much of an impact on you. “we can call, facetime, text— whatever it is, we can talk as much as you want? okay?”

“it’s not okay— i just want to be with you,” you confessed, the words slipping from your lips without even giving it too much of a second thought. you watch kate’s eyes widen at your words but there was no going back now. “fuck it. kate, i want to be with you. like with you, with you.”

unknowingly to you, that was the best news kate had heard in a long time. hell, it might even beat the draft because hearing what you wanted was the same as what she wanted? nothing could be better.

“i have feelings for you, and i have for a while now.” you confessed. “and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, but jesus— i think i was gonna go crazy if you left without at least knowing how i felt.”

you studied kate’s face as she said nothing, simply looking at you. you wondered if you broke her before wondering if you should just leave before you dealt with the embarrassment— or dealt with the reality of losing her friendship over this. fuck, maybe you should’ve watched your damn mouth.

but kate crossing the room and crashing her lips onto yours caught you by surprise and had you staggering back slightly. her hands came to cup your face as she bent down to you. she pulled you as close to her as possible as you came to your senses and wrapped your arms around her neck. you relished in this new feeling, a touch undiscovered as her lips moved against your own.

when you both finally pulled away, breathless, you both wore the brightest smiles on your faces.

kate’s breath fanned your face as she let out an airy laugh. you could’ve sworn she even had a smirk on her face, “who said i didn’t have feelings for you too?”

[jwanniie]

can you write a smut abt bondage s3x with sakura (le sserafim) x fem!reader ??

Pairings: Sakura x fem reader

Word count: 1k-ish

Warnings: LOTS OF TEASING, cum eating, reader receives oral, bondage kink, use of blindfold and ties, kkura masturbates in front of you and just filthy smut!!!

Tears filling your eyes, breathe all shaky, and hiccups falling out from your lips constantly. You and Kkura decided to try something new, hot and intimate.

Kkura had confessed that she has some bondage kink, and in one of her fantasies would be just teasing and restricting your movements. So you of course as the loving and caring girlfriend, that you are decided to make one of her desires come true.

You didn’t honestly know the consequences, you had no idea that you would be on the bed, legs wide open, and hands tied on the upper edges of the bed. Her constantly blowing air on your bare pussy, or teasing her fingers against your clit or entrance.

You saw how she slid her fingers in and out of her glistening hole, how she spit on her fingers and started rubbing her clit. Overwhelmed by pleasure.

If you closed your legs. She’d leave you tied like this for the rest of the day, not giving you what you want. Here and there she gave you few glances, looking at how your hole gushes more wetness out of it. How your pussy looks so swollen and glassy due to the amount of slimy slick pushing out of your silky walls.

When she was close to her own climax, her fingers started rubbing her clit faster and her fingers ramming in her cunt harder. Tears were flooding down your eyes like a waterfall, you couldn’t do anything but to imagine what would that feel like, how good will that feel.

She let out a loud whimper before her juices went straight to your pussy. She came so close to you that now your pussy was drenched with her juices. Pussy now extra wet, with her fluids then your own slick.

You couldn’t help but to orgasm, the way her own liquid shoot straight to your cunt. Was so hot and intimate in a dirty way. You felt dirty for releasing without even being touched, you didn’t even ask for permission.

“Did you just cum untouched pup, that’s so hot!” Her tone was shocked but satisfied nonetheless. You nodded your head, embarrassment now all over you. She grabbed the wine red blindfold that was on the night stand, her hand found their way around your head lifting it a little before tying the blindfold.

A new round of wetness gushed out, the anticipation killing you. She traced her fingers slowly down your silky skin. Making sure to be sloooooow. Which made you let out a whine, along with a broken sob. Her teasing was way too much for you to handle now. Your tears wet your puffy cheeks and you continuously sniffed.

She went to the level of your core, and licked a long stripe. Your body shivering under her, the messy and slow impact of her wet muscle making you want more. Her nose was on your clit and you started grinding and rubbing yourself on it. Your bud bumping on her pointed nose, creating the perfect amount of friction.

Your high started building up again before you know it. With kkuras teasing nature, her nose suddenly left your clit. The delicious bump was now gone. More tears slid down, and your whines continued.

Her fingers started pumping your abused and teased cunt. Finger slammed easily in you, thanks to your wetness that drenched hole. She curved them up roughly and her fingertips knocked on the best spots. “You’re so wet, pup!” She chuckled teasingly. “All f-for yo-you.” You nod admitting.

The sentence made her feel things, it was such a confidence boost. Her fingers actions started being faster and rougher, her tongue started rubbing your clit. She knew you and your body so well that she knew you were close. “Cum on my tongue baby!” She demanded, her fingers got replaced with her tongue. Of course you obeyed all of your juices got welcomed by her tongue and she started slurping and licking all of it. Overstimulation hitting you hard, you tried to close your legs. But she was quick to wrap her arms around your thighs, locking them in her grip.

Her tongues movements slowed down and so did your squirming. Your breathing went back to normal and she flopped herself next to you. She undid your blindfold and the tie that was restricting you. Her hands went around your waist and lifted you on top of her, her warm body against yours. The feeling and warmth you both loved.

[trashland-llamas]

Lost in a Maze

Note; This is the same sibling of sin from the fic of mine, Sodo or Dewdrop? who I decided to turn into an oc named Florence, Flora for short. Will be making an intro post for them sometime soon.

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Florence was currently hiding from the sister who was encased with their care. They wanted to play outside longer but were unfortunately forced to take a bath after getting their clothes all muddy. ‘Florence! Come back here right now.’ Their caregiver wasn’t truly mad, simply stressed with everyone on her plate. In Flora’s haste, they ended up lost in the maze that was the abbey’s halls. Ending up near the ghoul’s den.

It was when they bumped into someone’s legs that the waterworks started. ‘Hey, it’s okay. How’d you get all the way out here?’ The ghoul helping them stand back up. Kneeling down to Flora’s height so his stature wouldn’t scare the little one. ‘I just want-wanted to play out-side a bit longer but sis-ter said I had to take a bath. But I didn’t want to so I ran. A-and now I’m lost!’ Flora sobbed, hiccuping through their words. Clutching onto his antlers.

‘Well, how bout we kill two birds with one stone then? I can get Aurora to help you with the bath, Phantom probably has some bath toys he wouldn’t mind you borrowing. Then we can help you find your way back.’ Mountain rubbed small circles on Flora’s back as she cried. Encouraging her to let it all out as sometimes you have to cry it out before fixing the situation.

‘Rora?’ They had met the ghoulette before in passing. Their caregiver letting them help the ghoulette in chores. Nodding, Mountain stood up. ‘I bet all that crying tired you out.’ He remarked as Flora sat, perched on his hip. ‘I’ll wake you when we get there.’ Mountain left out the part that the den was less than a foot away.

‘Everyone better be decent, we got a lost sibling.’ Mountain called out before entering. Laughing as he heard a few falls. ‘Aww, it’s little Flora,’ Aurora cooed, taking them from the Earth ghoul. ‘What the rascal do this time?’

'Florence ran away from bath time. Which, can you pretty, pretty please, with an extra cherry on top help me with?' Mountain begged with his hands clasped towards his chest. 'You don't have to beg. Of course, I'll help. Haven't seen this one in forever.' Watching as their eyes slowly opened. 'Rora!'

'Hello sleepy head. Are you ready for bath time now? There'll be bubbles and rubber ducks.' Smiling when they perked up at the mention of bubbles. 'Okay.' Aurora led them to the bathroom, placing Flora on the sink counter. Watching as the bubbles foamed up and the water rose. The ghoulette splashing her hand to make sure it was the right temperature. Mountain handing her one of Cumulus' old shirts to use as a nightgown, realizing that none of the group had any spare clothing for the kiddo. 'Thanks Mountain.' Waiting for the door to close before helping Florence into the bath. Turning the facets off.

'Tip your head back for me, sweetheart.' Aurora used one of her hands to guard Florence's eyes. Their pruned hands splashing the duck into the water. Making noises as it dive-bombed. The suds running down the kiddo's back, the bath water going murky.

'How about we get out and into some comfy pj's?' Aurora softly asked after seeing them yawn, the duck now bobbing afloat. Nodding, Aurora unplugged the tub. Patting the little dry. 'Can you raise your arms for me?' Maneuvering the armholes around their hands, letting the shirt fall.

'Now, let's go find Mountain so we can get you to bed.'

[pikmingrubb]

Mike x reader x Gustavo,

Tags: Orgasm denial, fingering, name calling, phone sex, bed sex

Word Count: 1,815

“No, come on, just a little more.” Mike’s voice was the clarity in the haze, a thick shroud of sex and sweat. You practically choked down a moan as you resisted the urge to come right then and there, he had been edging for you for what felt like hours. His calm voice leads you through his actions, giving you praise and directions. 

His fingers were currently curled into your heat, you had not only soaked his fingers you had completely soaked the bed sheets below you with your slick. Mike enjoyed seeing you leak before him before he even started touching you and watching your cunt pulse on his digits. 

You swallowed thickly, eyes trying to stay open and not squeeze shut as he teased your overstimulated sex. His touches were light and made your leg jump from the sensitivity, he cooed gently at you, calling you his good boy. What a good job you’re doing, I know, I know. It’s so hard, and you just wanna get it over with and cum already, right? It made your cheeks flush and your throat close up with a choked moan, trying not to scream at him for not letting you get what you want. 

You didn’t even want to know what he’d do if you yelled at him, he’d probably punish you for weeks. Not letting you get within an inch of him if he thought you were perhaps seeking release from him, and no number of tears or puppy dog eyes would budge him. He doesn’t approve of brats, save the rod and spoil the child they say. 

“I told you I’d take care of you, didn’t I?” Mike’s voice called back to you, he had momentarily stopped his thrusting, letting you calm down from the heat that coiled so tightly in your stomach. 

You just nodded your head drearily, your lungs hiccupped slightly, trying to regain a steady breathing pace. Your body now realized just how cool it was in the room, the sweat sticking to your body acting as a fast coolant to your overheating core, a small shiver traveled up your spine. 

Mike’s hand rested gently on your thigh while he sat contently on the edge of the bed, he squeezed your leg comfortingly as he let you rest. Just as Mike was about to ask you a question, his phone inside his pocket rang out, interrupting him. 

A groan escaped his lips, he rolled his eyes, irritated that someone would try to interrupt this time with you. Even though he wanted to snap his phone in half, he picked it up and checked the caller ID. His fingers immediately flipped it open and pressed the green call to receive button. 

“Yes?” Was all he said, his tone flat, he stared lightly down at you. You stayed utterly quiet, you had to be a good boy for him, which meant staying silent when he was on important phone calls. That didn’t mean you couldn’t do anything, so you instead decided to trace little patterns on his hand that rested on your bare skin. Your fingers traced over every boney bump and freckle you could see, his fingers worn by work and time. 

“Of course, he’s here,” Mike said faintly, he shifted slightly on the bed and raised a little eyebrow at you, a silent question as to what you were doing playing with his fingers. You just smiled and twisted your body on your side, hands still holding his one free hand, you cupped it gently and nuzzled your face into his large hand. 

“I’m taking care of him, you know I do.” Mike murmured, his voice seeming to drop an octave at that, his inflection of what he meant by ‘take care of’ was well received by the other person on the phone. 

A silence filled the room as the faint voice on the other end said something to Mike, their even tone signaled you in on who it was long before anything else. Not to mention, Mike wouldn’t have picked up for anyone else. When big Gustavo Fring calls to make sure his baby is being taken care of, you best answer or pay hell, and he trusted Mike to do just that. 

“Of course, you can,” Mike clicked a small button on the corner of the phone keypad and a slight static could be heard via the receiver. You listened closely, 

“Are you alright, my dear?” Gustavo’s bright voice called through the dial, your ears perked up lightly, “Yes, sir.” You answered honestly, Mike’s hand had released itself from your grasp and now was brushing gently against your scalp. 

“Have you come yet?” His voice sounded as if he was asking someone an interview question, nothing about his tone could be even deemed inappropriate, but the setting sure as hell was. That alone set your loins aflame once again, embarrassment quickly spiking through you. You felt completely put on the spot, not usually did you have the attention of both Gustavo and Mike before you. 

“No, sir.” You whined out, you felt the familiar throb coming back, and the urge arise once again. Your legs twitched slightly as Mike ran his hands down your thigh dip and traced down with a ghost of a touch. 

“Good, I wanted to hear you as you did anyway,” Gustavo sounded pleased, you could see him folding his hands together at his desk as he spoke into the receiver. You envisioned his belt undone and his cock out in the air throbbing as he awaited your moans to coax him on, you swallowed at the thought. 

“I want you to spread your legs and lay back if you’re not already.” Gustavo’s voice commanded through the line, you could hear the faint clank of metal, perhaps his belt being shed. Your eyes widened slightly; you didn’t quite make a move until Mike’s prodding hand gently tipped your body back over onto your back. 

You settled back into the sheets and slowly angled your legs outward, exposing your slick again core to the chill air, your breathing quickened slightly as Mike awaited along with you for orders. His fingers rested in the dip of your hip, gently tracing the outer hip bone.

“Good,” He appraised without eyes, “Now, Mike, I want you to begin by inserting three fingers in him. Gently, rub the outer wall and his g-spot.” He commanded; his tone as graceful as ever. Mike did as he was told, his fingers wiped through your slick before entering you, feeling up your sensitive inner wall, and pressing just where it made you see stars. 

With how much slick you had, you both could hear the salacious noises coming from your nethers as he stretched you out. You let out a low guttural whine, making sure it was loud enough for Gustavo to hear. 

The entire time Mike was watching you with interest, slowly encouraging your orgasm to swell up once again, he himself looked a little heated. You could see the tent in his pants, his lips were slightly parted as he continued fingering your greedy cunt. He wanted nothing more than to feel you on top of him. 

“Faster, don’t you dare hold your moans back, (Y/n).” Gustavo cut in, you could hear the slight ruffling of fabric, Gustavo’s hand was clenched around the base of his cock, precum dripped down the front as he quickly wiped it over his head, making his cock glisten. 

Mike sped up, your legs instinctively raised, trying to pull away from his quick movements as overstimulation became a little much. You let out a choked cry as Mike double-downed, not allowing your hips to wiggle away. 

“Oh, fuck, it’s too much, Gus!” You cried begging for mercy towards the black phone lying on the bed. 

“Shhhh, shhhhh, it’s alright, work through it,” Mike said gently, his hand had grabbed your leg holding it in place so you couldn’t kick as his other hand continued to thumb over your engorged cock. Fingers still inside you pressing rapidly against your g-spot. 

“Don’t stop, Mike.” Gustavo breathed out, for the first time you could hear the break in his voice, he sounded slightly winded. He sounded like he was getting closer as he kept hearing the noises of your pleas through the receiver, and the wetness of your cunt around Mike’s fingers. 

At this point Mike was completely over you, one hand vigorously jerking you off and the other holding your thigh towards your chest, stretching you out deliciously. You were sobbing at this point just wanting release, Mike just kept repeating comforting phrases, good boy. That’s it, just a little longer, oh you should see him, Gustavo. Begging like a whore for your cock. 

“(Y/n)” Gustavo’s voice was tight and demanding, your attention barely holding on to pay attention to the phone, you let out a little cry in an attempt to let him know you heard him.

“Cum for me, cry out my name, and cum like the little whore you are,” Gustavo commanded with a sharp inhale in his voice, Mike was knuckle deep as he messaged your cock, everything flooded at once. 

“Ngh!....fuck…GUSTAVO!” You could barely cry out; your orgasm shook your body as you clenched around Mike’s knuckles tightly. Your body switched and shook, trying to rid yourself of the shocks. He continued to drive you through your orgasm, giving unintelligible praise and words. Your eyes were closed as you felt tiredness sweep over you like a blanket, exhausted and completely fucked out of your mind. 

You could hear a gasp that came from Gustavo’s end, he came at the same time, thick ropes covering his hands as he came messily on himself thinking of you. Labored breathing could be heard from both sides. 

“ Good , boy.” Gustavo’s tired voice chimed in through Mike’s phone, Mike just let out a sigh as he gently released from you, allowing your body to unbend and his fingers slid out from your cunt. Instinctively, he left the bed and grabbed a clean rag from the bathroom to clean you up. He wiped his hands free from your juices and gently wiped between your legs, clearing you of the majority of slick and mess he had made. 

You gently thanked him as you could barely move, normally you’d immediately take a shower, but you were completely wiped, and it was gonna have to wait until later. Right now, you were drifting in and out of reality, at some point you didn’t even realize Mike had taken the phone and you could hear the faint voices of Mike explaining you were currently barely cognizant. 

You just gently closed your eyes as you felt Mike pull the cover over your naked body, his hand brushing back a few strands of hair as he bid you goodnight. 

[intheirdarkesthour]

holy shit i forgot have this blog hell yeah

anyways heres a goofy ass idea i had of Jim and Charlie getting yeeted into HTTYD time

Douxie fucked up a teleport/take a look back in time spell and accidentally sent Charlie and Jim back in time to HTTYD and they just vibe with Hiccup and co until Douxie figures out how to get them back. entirely a for goofs, no actual danger happens that I've come up with yet its just Charlie having increasingly worrisome amounts of Terrible Terrors following her around and she basically attaches a Monstrous Nightmare to her side and switches from claiming its her spiritual twin or a previous life. Hiccup is mildly amused if not a little bewildered by Charlie's entire everything but also wondering if this girl who can turn into a dragon could actually survive a fight with Astrid. Jim is just constantly suffering, Hands on his face, sighing very deeply. Charlie picks up a Terrible Terror and decides its going to become the "house cat" for when her Douxie and Zoe get a place together and spends entirely too long picking a name including Archibald specifically to bother Archie, Charlie Jr (which sparks a conversation on whether Charlie is a Jr because Archie's Dad is a Charlie, Charlie pokes fun at Jim for "Jim Lake Jr Jr" the flour baby and Hiccup brings up his full name and the Lake sibs appropriately loose their minds over) Roomba cuz it keep bumping it's head to hers like a cat, varying titles of "dust killer" and "lighter" before landing on "Axel Amadeus Killer Dust Mite Destroyer" with a note that "Doux will probably come up with something even sillier someone somewhere on the server I came up with this idea on made a joke of Douxie "convincing a Viking to run away with him" and it sparks the thought in Charlie that Douxie and Zoe could be somewhere in the Archipelago and she considers trying to find them and pester them or something. she has no plan cuz of course she doesn't Charlie does her dramatic "I've been betrayed so I'm going to run away and become a woods witch" bit which I'm not entirely sure how or why that's a bit she does BUT HERE WE ARE and Jim just wants Hiccup to ignore her while Toothless decides "this one is stupid, i like them" and just carries her while she's being drama-kid-betrayed and she starts a spiel on how Toothless and her are gonna run away and become feral woods people and eat trees or something and Hiccup cant tell if shes serious but also he definitely at least dares her to try considering how Berk is. To his horror, she does attempt to run off into the woods with just a broken spear she found and a claim that she's going to eat a dragon and he has to go wrangle her back to Berk before she gets herself eaten or worse

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

A child I love

You spent your time with Murmur-san during the heartbreaker event. He was hoping for a non combat group, but that wasn't the case. You had found Goemon's team. At first, you were both fine watching the team, which basically took itself apart for you.

But you were concerned. Your usually positive and peppy child looked tired and more stressed than you had ever seen them before as he tried to calm down his juniors. Then you saw Murmur-san make a move. It was the wrong move to make.

It certainly increased discord with the group, but you saw that it had pushed your child too far. Goemon was about to have an evil cycle in front of his Kohai's. You quickly threw your cape over the two, covering their eyes. It was too late for you to close yours however.

The number one rule of the Gaap household. Never show your true face. It made more sense to you now as you stared at the boy in front of you. It wasn't a metaphor.

Underneath the lovely silver fur was a morphed and grotesque figure. Twisted and mauled in an unsettling way. It was honestly what you would compare to a living nightmare.

No... that couldn't be right. He was one of your babies. So full of energy and egar to try new things and meet new people. So, how could you possibly think that description matched that of the child you knew?

You tried opening your mouth, but nothing came from it. It was as if you had been silenced. You could only stare at the true face of your distressed child and do nothing. It was heartbreaking.

You couldn't move even as you knew Murmur-san had knocked your child out with his magic. You could one stare paralyzed by what you had seen. Everything soon became a blur.

You woke up in the med tent. You woke up hearing a panicked Goemon and a calm Murmur-san. You carefully got out of bed, making sure to keep your balance. Why was your baby upset? Why was Murmur being an ass and saying that he couldn't see you?

You flug the curtains open and punched the bastard in the jaw. "Leave my baby alone! Of course, he can see me, I don't care if I'm on my death bed. You don't dictate if they can or can't come in!"

Looking towards Goemon, he seemed to stiffen. He was crying and scared. Quickly, you wrapped your arms around your furry child. He squirmed and tried to push away.

That was odd he had never tried to avoid your affection before. "I'm sorry, so sorry. I shouldn't have, I didn't mean to, I-I" His hiccups sobs made you squeeze tighter.

He whined, but you held firm. "I think we need to have a little chat, dear." You proceeded to move him back towards the divider for a small sense of privacy. "I never wanted y-you to see, I just wanted them t-to stop fi-fighting." He wheezed out as you sat him on the bed.

A jumbled blurr of images past through your mind. That face in particular. Oh... realization hit you. You cupped his furry cheeks. "Goemon. I'm not scared, I'm right here, I'm not gonna run away or stop loving you."

"But how I acted was so shameful!" You let out an amused huff. "Baby, if you hadn't noticed. Nobody in this family is all prim and proper. We all have faults." You petted his fur.

"And so what if you got upset? You had every right to be. There you were with two unrelenting and disagreeing parties trying your best to prevent infighting, and they just ignored you completely."

You scowled remembering the two first years. You were going to have to scold the later. "You are one of my children, one of my boys! How you acted wasn't shameful."

His fur tickled your hands as he started to nestle into your touch. "You don't think I should give up?" He asked quietly. "Why should you give up on your goals? So you reached a bump in the road. It's okay, you can learn from this."

Resting your heads together, you sighed. "The truth is, not everyone can get along with each other. And it's not like you can agree with someone about everything. There will be times when you argue or times when you part ways on bad terms."

You watched him slump a bit before nudging him. "But that makes those you do stay with those you can past arguments and understand their differences all the more special. Cause you decided that they were worth understanding. And they thought you were worth it too."

He seemed to perk up at that. Their he was your positive child. "You- you think I'm worth staying for?" The amazement in his voice as he quickly threw his arms around you. You laughed.

"All my children are worth staying for. Even if they cause trouble everywhere they go." You teased. Ruffling up his fur. "Thank you." You didn't respond to that. You didn't need to. You had said enough.

That image still flashed in your mind from time to time. But despite the harsh features and the rather hideous appearance... it was still your son. They say there are some faces that not even a parent can love. Well, shame on them for missing out on great kids like Goemon! You would love that face if no one else would.

[willgrahamscock]

hanniballs :3 was rly tired writing, sorry for mistakes and all of the OOC 😔

Hannibal sighed and looked at his meat racks, he had used up the last of his supply cooking a dinner for Will last night. He only regretted it slightly, as he didn't like having to hunt in the morning; it was uncivilized to get up so early in his opinion. He supposed the act of sharing with Will, making their stomachs come together as one was worth it.

Cracking the fingers of his giga-chad hands, he went up his stairs focused on one thing, the hunger in his stomach.

Hannibal's eyes searched through his Patrick-Batemen-Esque collection of business cards until he spotted the perfect one. 'Gabriel Sullivan', his nose crinkled in disgust, he remembered Mr. Sullivan oh too well.

The memories flashed of an intoxcicated Gabriel bumping into Hannibal at a gym (Hannibal was on the grind only at 2am). Gabriel had reached his hand onto Hannibal's shoulder and pulled him in close.

He was revolted just thinking about the vile words Mr. Sullivan had slurred out, "Heyyyyy soy-boy," Sullivan had hiccuped loudly, "do you want to hear about my new crypto-currency?"

As if the Hannibal Lecter would ever drink soy miilk instead of human blood!

Shaking his head slightly, Hannibal was returned back to reality, or at least, his version of reality. As he was sitting down in his car, he quickly put on his favorite song and his one inspirtion in life, Cannibal by Ke$ha. She was such a girlboss.

The speedometer was whirring alarmingly fastl, Hannibal glanced over and saw he was going 72 miles over the speed limit, oh well. Live Laugh Love.

Not long after, he had arrived at Gabriel Sullivans house, it was suprisingly well decorated, or at the least the outside was, for a man who put his trust into crypto.

He debated how he was going to do this, would he knock on the door and pretend to be a girl scout? Sneak in the windows with the positivly delightful curtains?

Before Hannibal could continue on with his musing, the door to the house was slammed opened.

How rude, not giving him enough time to prepare. It didn't matter though.

Stepping out of the car which Will had adornned with fishing equipment, Hannibal assumed the guise of a old man who was severly sick.

Almost immediantly, he was yelled at, "Who the fuck are you old twat? Get the hell of my property or I'm calling the cops!"

Mr. Sullivan has just now chosen the hard way.

Feeling the wood of his knife's handle, Hannibal coldly slide it into his hand, not caring if Gabriel saw it, there were benifiets to not living near other people, but no one being able to hear screams wasn't one, at least not for Mr. Sullivan.

He speedwalked as fast as a girlie could, managing to get close enough to jab into the pig's stomach, puncutering the pancreas. The glassy brown eyes stared at him, and he stared back, smirking slightly when the injured blinked.

Hannibal began smoothly, "Tell me, do you have one redaimable quality? Any cooking supplies? Blink for yes. This will go much better for you if you answer."

He of course meant better in the sense of taste, however Sullivan didn't need to know that yet.

Water welled up in Gabriel's eyes, but he managed to blink, hoping to save his life.

"Good. That will make this go much quicker then." Hannibal said right before snapping the other man's neck.

"Now to get to work..." It was as if time had suddenly sped up, or an author had work early tomorrow morning and realized they should have spent less time writing the set up and more time learning how to describe cooking.

First, Hannibal moved the body inside the house, for easier access to the meat. He was ready to cook a scrumdiddlyumptious meal, one historians would talk about for centerius if they found out.

The meal was... human balls!

The deilcacy wasn't one he often got to try, for the FBI would surely be suspicious if all the victims of the Chesapeake Ripper had gottern nuetared.

He hummed to the beat of Vivaldi's four seasons, whilst he carefully used his pocketknife to cut off the man's balls induvidially. After he managed to get them in a fairly circular shape (as was required for the recipe he was using), Hannibal raided Sullivan's food stores, grabbing almond flour, two eggs, and the rich people spices / herbs he had brought from home.

Making quick work, it didn't take that long to find a pot that he would be boiling his wonderful creation in.

You may be wondering what exactly he was cooking, well, you know how most people had meatballs as a side with their pasta? Hannibal liked to mix his food together.

Anyways, actually making the noodles took about twenty minutes, which was pretty good considering he'd never had balls cooked like this before, but there's a first time for eveything.

He grasped the two balls, dipped them in extra virgin olive oil, then scuptled the noodles onto it, making the ball's resemble his and Will Graham's faces. Once he was finally satisfied with his work, 30 more minutes had passed and he was growing hungrier by the second.

Putting water into the pot from earlier, he also dumped amounts of Saffron, Kaffir Lime Leaves, Long Pepper, Mahleb, and Black Cumin Seed inside, combining them to make a lovely concoction of all different flavors, enhancing that of the balls.

The water boiled quickly and he delicately put the ball faces in, not daring to ruin one of their designs, if Hannibal wasn't so hungry, he would have painted them with food dye as well.

Exactly ten minutes later, Will Graham showed up, wondering why Hannibal had texted him to come to such an ugly looking house. He sighed once he saw the blood drops on the front porch, he wasn't in the mood for human today, but it seems he would have to eat some.

"Ah, I see you've arived just one time. The act of procreation is one of the most intimate one can have, and yet the place where we can do it is the most painful. Perhaps God is gloating at us once more, for daring to continue after we left his garden. Tell me Will, would you leave the saftey of God's garden? Or continue to live in someone else's shadow, never being your own self?"

Will stared behind Hannibals shoulder, "Dr. Lecter, why are there noodle circles of our faces." Before Hannibal could answer he did his his leap and continued, "And what did you do with the dead man?"

The pychartrist tutted, "I though you would have been smarter Will. Those are his balls, so unfortanute of the poor man that they had to be cut off. I must admit I was curious what would happen if we ate the thing used to make another, but if it where shaped in our own image."

"I have one question Hannibal, who will be eating who?" Will smirked as he said this because hes silly like that.

"Oh Will, what is life but not the consumption of others?" Hannibals lip slightly moved upwards.

Will and Hannibal sat oppisite eachother at an unfamilar table, with tension thick in the air, they began to eat.

The food was so good the both them had transfered into cat's! And if there's one thing cat's do with dead bodies, it's eat them. So nothing really changed except Hannibal's person suit would cost more and Will has more a reason to hunt fish.

I never thought I’d be reading the most raw line

“The act of procreation is one of the most intimate one can have, and yet the place where we can do it is the most painful. Perhaps God is gloating at us once more, for daring to continue after we left his garden. Tell me Will, would you leave the saftey of God's garden? Or continue to live in someone else's shadow, never being your own self?"

In a crack fic about eating ballsacks.

[dtyfp2]

Balerion

The Great War

Helen was 8 years old when she saw a star fall from the sky.

The sky was illuminated only by the moon, the princess was meant to be asleep but she remained awake. She was sat in her bed, a tiny candle illuminating a book Jon Arryn had given her for her birthday just the day before. She heard a screech and looked up just in time to see a black ball fall from the sky.

Curiously, she looks outside her window and can hear the screeches of….of something. She slips on her shoes and leaves her room, bumping into Ser Barristan who was the one assigned to watch over her as she slept.

“Princess Helen, you’re supposed to be asleep,” he raises his eyebrows as he looks at you. He could tell you hadn’t slept a wink, your face showed no signs of fatigue. In fact, you were more awake than he’d ever seen you.

“I saw something fall from the sky,” you whisper to him as he kneels down to your level.

“Princess, it’s late, we shouldn’t go outside,” he tells you as he tries to coax you back into your room.

“I think it was a star, Ser Barristan, it was a star like the book Jon Arryn gave me. I saw a star fall from the sky and it’s making noise. I want to see it, please,” you beg.

“What’s going on here? Helen, you should be sleeping,” your father asks as he, along with Jon Arryn, turn the corner. They had been working and were about to retire for the night when the they ran into you.

“Father, I saw a star fall from the sky outside. It’s just like it was in the book Lord Jon gave me yesterday. Can we go see?” You ask as you run over to him, jumping into his arms as he catches and lifts you up.

“Oh Princess, the story I gave you was fiction. Stars don’t fall from the sky,” the elderly Jon Arryn chuckles at your antics.

“But I saw it,” you shake your head vehemently.

“Father, you believe me, don’t you?” You ask as you look at your father. King Robert sighs, of course he didn’t believe you, but he could never say no to you.

“Alright, alright, we will check. But after, you will come right back inside and go to sleep,” your father bargains, to which you readily agree. You slip out from his arms and go running off in the opposite direction, forcing Ser Barristan to go after you. You keep him young, Ser Barristan thinks as he chases after you, calling for you to slow down. It wasn’t very princessy to run, but a star was awaiting you outside.

Once outside, you listen for the noises and make your way towards it. Along his way, Ser Barristan had grabbed a lantern and he illuminates your way as you wander the garden. You wander and wander until you finally find the source of all that noise.

“Helen, that is no star, it’s a bird,” Ser Barristan says as you kneel alongside it.

“It’s a baby bird,” you remark, noting its small size. Your father and Jon Arryn finally catch up with you both.

“It’s hurt,” you frown. Now you realize that the screech wasn’t that of a falling star, it was the pained scream of an injured baby bird.

“You’re right, Helen, it looks like it’s injured its wing,” Jon Arryn agrees.

You try to reach out for it, but Ser Barristan stops you.

“Princess, this bird is a wild animal, and it’s hurt, you mustn’t touch it. It might hurt you,” the Knight warns you as your hand slowly retreats. In the light of the lantern, your eyes meet that of the birds. The screeches have lowered, in fact it’s hardly made a sound since you found it.

“Ser Barristan, put the poor thing out of its misery. We shall escort the Princess back to her room,” Jon Arryn orders as he motions for you to get up. Put it out of its misery?

“No!” You gasp, falling in front of the tiny bird.

“We can’t kill it,” you weep. Ser Barristan’s hand leaves the pommel of his sword as you cry.

“We can make it better. Wake the Maester’s, please father,” you cry, crying so hard it makes you hiccup.

“Helen, this bird will never be able to return to the wild. It’s too hurt, it won’t be able to hunt for itself. It’ll be a mercy to kill it now so it won’t starve later,” your father tries to assure you as he bends down to face you.

“Then I will feed it. I’ll take care of him father, I promise,” you plead. Your father sighs as he glances at Jon.

“Fine. But Helen, this bird will be your responsibility. You must remember to feed it, and you will bury it if it dies,” your father gives in.

“I will, thank you father,” you sniffle. Carefully, you pick up the tiny bird and follow the trio of men inside, gently petting its feathers as you do. Ser Barristan wakes Maester Pycelle and the poor, confused Maester is forced to deal with…a bird? Maester Pycelle is incredulous, he almost complains about being waken but is met with the Princess’s tear stricken face in his laboratory, so he does his best.

“Come Princess, let’s leave Maester Luwin to his work. We can return in the morning,” Ser Barristan says as he glances at you. He can’t help but smile at you despite the circumstances. You were feebly wiping your face with the backs of your fists as you stood upon one of the chairs.

“Father says the bird is my responsibility, so I should stay. Besides, Balerion will be frightened when he wakes up and doesn’t see me, he won’t recognize Maester Luwin like he does me,” you shake your head.

“Balerion?” Ser Barristan questions.

“Yes I have named him,” you answer, very matter of factly. You could see now in the light that the bird was black, it reminded you instantly of Balerion the Dread, the largest dragon in memory. He was ridden by Aegon the conqueror and died hundreds of years ago.

Ser Barristan hums in amusement. He hopes Maester Pycelle will be able to heal the bird-Balerion, the princess had already gotten attached to the poor thing.

“Balerion, Princess, looks like a falcon,” Ser Barristan says as he pulls a stool over to sit beside you.

“A falcon?” You question as Maester Luwin gently extends the hurt wing.

“Yes, they’re pretty rare nowadays, you got lucky finding one today. They have sharp talons, sharp beaks, and fly so swiftly you can’t even hear them,” Ser Barristan tells you as you sit properly.

“What do they eat?” You ask as you lean your head against his armour.

“I’m not sure, Princess, but we can find out. They probably eat like other birds, maybe things like mice, maybe even worms,” Ser Barristan says as he smiles at you.

“Ew,” you grimace with a laugh.

“Yes, ew,” Ser Barristan chuckles.

“This looks to be a Gyrfalcon, princess. The biggest falcon in the seven Kingdom’s. They usually live up North in the cold,” Maester Luwin tells you.

“He must have gotten lost,” you muse.

“Perhaps,” Ser Barristan humours you. It was unlikely this baby bird had gotten lost and flew nearly 600 miles to Kingslanding. It was likely brought over by traders and someone escaped before getting hurt and landing by your window, but you didn’t need to know that.

Sometime as Maester Pycelle worked, you had fallen asleep against Ser Barristan, who had gently and quietly picked you up and brought you back to your room. He tucked you in and blew out your candle before closing the door behind him.

When Ser Trant comes to relieve him in the morning, he doesn’t head to his chambers, instead he goes to check on your bird, no, Balerion. He prayed you wouldn’t have to know loss so early in your young life, he hoped you remained the happy Baratheon Princess of the Red Keep.

Though, as he sits and watches Pycelle awkwardly wrap the bird’s wing, he can’t help but think about another young princess. Rhaenys Targaryen, first born child of Rhaegar and Elia, didn’t she have a black cat she named Balerion?

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Big James | Gourmet Chaos | Platonic

Dialogue prompt: “I hate to break it to you, but you really can’t cook.”

Requested: Yes

When tasting your awful stew, Big James is keen on teaching you one of his eema’s recipes, but then learns that some poor skills cannot be improved no matter what you try.

Ever since seeing the way you cut up the onions in chunks that are way too large for his taste, Big James has been watching you with a sour expression on his face. He should have accepted the bread rolls that Mary offered him to bring when Jesus sent the two of you out on a scouting trip earlier, but the camp is too far back to fetch them, now.

“It can’t be that bad,” you tell him, amused at his scowl as you tip some herbs into the large pot above the fire, “I’ve made this before.” 

“How much thyme did you just put in there?” 

“Not a lot,” you reassure him, “Don’t you worry. Once we get this warm stew in our bellies, we’ll sleep like babies. It will give us energy for tomorrow.” 

“Perhaps I’ll choose to get my energy from just air tonight.” James huffs. You roll your eyes and grin, shaking your head in disbelief. 

You stir the pot and add some raw leeks – James cringes at the sight – and continue the motion as a puff of hot air rises up, the water in the stew already boiling. “That stuff is going to keep me up all night.” Had he not been such a close friend, you’d have taken offence to his long face, but you go back so far that you can basically say anything to one another at this point. 

“Well, that would give me some peace and quiet from your snoring.” you bite back with a small smile, “It’s so loud that it keeps all wildlife away from a range of one-hundred cubits.”

Big James scoffs and plants a hand on his knee, leaning towards you, “No, you are mistaken. It’s the smell of your stew that keeps them away. Even the wolves will stalk off with their tail between their legs at that stink.” 

You gasp, pointing the ladle you’ve been stirring the food with at him, and open your mouth whilst thinking of a good comeback, but Big James pretends to startle back because of the spoon held in his direction. “Get that thing away from me!” 

The pair of you burst out in laughter and James immediately scoots closer to you to wrap an arm around your shoulders whilst you hiccup, putting a hand on your forehead whilst shaking your head frantically. 

“James! You’re the absolute worst !”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. Too far?”

“It was pretty funny, actually, but let’s not get distracted.” You wriggle yourself free and lean back over the pot to keep it going. “Can you pass me the salt?” 

James sighs and hands you the small jar, from which you add a royal pinch of the mineral to the stew. You stir for a few more moments before holding out your hand and making a come-hither motion. “Bowls?”

“ Bowl ,” James emphasises, “Singular, because I’m not eating that.” 

Of course he’s joking, but you click your tongue and roll your eyes in feigned hurt. “You better watch out so that I don’t accidentally drop it all over your tunic.”

“It would be a good pest repellant. Would keep the Romans away too, I’d smell worse than John the Baptiser!”

“Shut up,” you retort, “Keep John out of this. You’re lucky I didn’t bring a vial of poison with me.”

“Oh, trust me, you don’t need to add poison for this sludge to be lethal.” 

You pout and scoop it into the two bowls until they are halfway full. “Well, now you are just being mean.” 

James hums and pats your shoulder. “Okay, that went too far. Sorry, (Y/n).” 

“It’s okay. You can make it up to me by eating it all.” You hand him one of the bowls and smile. “Enjoy!”

The pair of you close your eyes to pray over it before starting to eat from it. You don’t see the issue, whereas Big James is hesitant to even try a drop of the stuff. 

“It’s not that bad,” you tell him with a full mouth, “It’ll get us through the night.”

“I don’t even know if I want to get through the night with the aftertaste of this in my mouth.”

You scoff and bump his leg with your knee. “Jesus is definitely going to ask me how our journey was and you know I cannot lie to Him when he asks me if you’ve behaved or not.” 

“You can still tell the truth whilst leaving out a few minor details.”

“Why would I cover for your childish behaviour now?” you query, frowning whilst unable to fight your smirk. “Why are we friends again?”

“I don’t know, ask our parents, they forced us to hang out together when we were children.”

You chuckle and finish off your stew, but James hasn’t even taken a bite yet. “Come on, it’s not that terrible! It’s a little spicy, but you’ll be able to handle it just fine.”

James takes a deep breath, gathering courage before taking a small bite of the sludge, but his face immediately contorts into one of disgust. 

“Not good, (Y/n), really not good.” 

You scoff. “Well, if you’d rather starve, be my guest. I’m taking a second serving.”

“Seconds?! Are you out of your mind?! That stuff will knock out your organs one by one and make you die a very slow and painful death! I wouldn’t even feed this to the Romans.”

You cackle. “James! You really have to cut it out!” you laugh, “There is a difference between being funny-mean and harmful-mean! And you just admitted that you took it too far, but this completely nullifies your earlier apologies.”

James puts the bowl down and holds up his hands in a defensive manner. “Alright, you’re right. I’m acting very immaturely here. Listen, I’ll tell you something. We’ll have to scout tomorrow and then on our way back, we’ve got to camp out another night before we’re back with the others. If we are in the next village, we’ll get some ingredients and… I’ll teach you one of my eema’s recipes.”

Your eyes widen in surprise and you smile – Salome is a great cook, so you’d be keen on learning to cook something from her creations – and you nod in agreement. “Okay!” you pipe up, holding out your hand for him to seal the deal, and he shakes it. James smirks and shrugs. 

“I’m sure that tomorrow, we’ll dine like royalty.” he ensures you, “My eema’s recipes just cannot go wrong.”

“I believe you with that. I remember staying over for dinner at your house and Zebedee always giving me his serving of buttered potatoes because I was practically addicted to them.”

James chuckles. “Ah, well, my abba has always had a soft spot for you, you’re like, the daughter he never had. He actually likes you more than he likes John and me.” 

You put a hand on your chest and pull an amused face. “Is that why you’re always being so vile to me?”

“It is why we always used to push you into the water.”

“And then you tell me that I hold grudges for that one time you guys got sheep dung stuck in my hair and Zebedee had to cut it out with a pair of shears.”

“I’ve never heard you wail as badly as you did then.” Big James laughs at the memory. “It scared the birds away. My brother and I were really nasty from time to time, weren’t we?”

“Still are,” you add, “But I love you guys regardless. You’re my big brothers, they are supposed to do things like that.” 

A pleasant silence falls over you and you lean your head against his shoulder for a moment. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m going to turn in for the night.” 

“Of course,” James says. “Sleep well, (Y/n).”

Yawning, you stand up and stretch. “Good night, Jay,” you greet him, heading for your bedroll.

_ 

Big James hadn’t been exaggerating when he said he’d teach you one of Salome’s recipes. After your scouting trip whether a certain area was fit for one of Jesus’ upcoming sermons, the two of you had stopped by the market and purchased all kinds of vegetables – onions, leeks, cucumbers, carrots, lentils. Garlic, herbs and oil were also added to the dish, and lastly, James had insisted on buying some mutton. 

Once the evening falls, he spreads out all ingredients and plants his hands on his hips. “(Y/n), it’s time!” he quips.”Wash your hands and put on your apron, it’s time to get cooking!” He has already got a fire going and a large pot sits in the middle.

You chuckle at his keen attitude and do as he says, rinsing your hands and making sure that your hair won’t end up in the stew by tying it up. He rubs his palms together excitedly and points you to the oil. “First, heat that up.”

He gets to chop up the onions whilst you put in a good amount of olive oil. “You cut up the leeks and carrots,” Big James tells you. You smile and raise an eyebrow at the speed at which he dices the onion.

“Where did you learn that from?”

He grins. “Well, you know that Eema always used to nag us about not doing any chores. So sometimes I’d help her cook.”

“Just to sneak in little bites, I reckon.”

Big James rolls his eyes, smirking. “Ah, you know me too well.”

You haphazardly cut up the vegetables he’s requested you to prepare and put it in the bowl in which he has dropped the onions. “And now?”

“Now that we’ve got our greens done, we’ll need to get the mutton in there. I’ll make it into little strips if you can get that rosemary, pepper and cumin finely ground up.” He gestures to a mortar and pestle. You take it and begin the task whilst watching James cleave the meat into smaller pieces. 

Once he’s done, he clicks his tongue as he sees how little progress you’ve made on the herbs. “Oh, come on, (Y/n), put some effort into it!”

You give a small roll of your eye and scoff. “Well, I can’t help it that I don’t have big muscles like you do!”

He holds out his hand and you immediately give him the tools with a defeated sigh. Within a few firm movements, he’s got everything turned to powder and looks at you with a small smile. “That’s all the preparation,” he explains, “Now, we would normally put the herbs in oil and then marinate the meat with it, leave that for a few hours together with the garlic before putting it into the pot, but we’ve got no time for that right now. So, first, we check if the oil is hot enough, and then, we put in the mutton for a while until it’s almost done.”

Big James steps back and looks at you expectantly. When you blink in puzzlement, he nods at you. “To you the honours. I was going to teach you, remember? That means that you’ve got to do all the work from now on.”

“Alright,” you sigh, knowing that he does have a point. You take the strips of mutton and toss them into the oil, which starts to sizzle around it. 

“Did you check if it was hot enough?”

You show your palms in defence. “What do you want me to do? Burn my fingers?”

“No! There are plenty of ways to check if oil is the right temperature– You know what, never mind that for now. Start coating all the sides in oil so that it won’t burn if it accidentally touches the side of the kettle.”

You take the wooden ladle and carefully move around the chunks of meat, making sure that you aren’t close to touching the oil in case it decides to splash around, looking at James to give you the following step, but he crosses his arms. “The mutton isn’t done yet. Stay patient. Once it’s done, add the garlic, then the veggies and finally the herbs. I’m going to get some water, okay? In a bit, we’ll need to add some and we’ve just run out.”

“Sure,” you say, and James picks up an empty bucket to head over to the small creek that is nearby. 

“Keep stirring,” he warns, “Don’t want it to go wrong!”

Rolling your eyes, you hum. “Of course, James. How bad can this be?” 

Whilst James stalks off, you shake your head and sigh. The mutton seems almost done, so you add the herbs without thinking much of it. Next, you drop the veggies into the oil with the mutton and stir well, humming a song, until your eye falls on the cucumber that is still sitting uncut on the log. “Oh, we forgot about that.” you mumble to yourself, putting down the ladle in order to chop up the dark green vegetable into thin slices. Once done, you heave it over into the pot and take a step back to prevent the oil from hitting you at the contact, but you soon feel brave enough to continue circling the spoon through the concoction that is honestly smelling a little strange. 

Trust the process, you think to yourself, for you’ve witnessed Salome prepare food often enough in ways that have made you question everything until you took a bite to find it to be very delicious. 

You carefully scoop up a bit of carrot and blow on it to cool it down. It’s a little oily and has a strange aftertaste, but it’s hot and cooked enough to be eaten, perhaps a tad too firm still. Perhaps it needs a pinch of extra cumin, which you add, and give it another stir. 

James returns carrying the bucket now spilling with water and frowns a bit. “How are things going? It smells… Off.” 

Shrugging, you continue the clockwise motion in the pot. “I think it’s almost done, actually.”

Your friend puts down the bucket and scoops some water into a bowl before heading over to your side, peering over the edge. “It looks different than when I make it myself.”

“Perhaps it’s just the light,” you try. James huffs and adds the water to the pot before ushering you away, taking the ladle from you. 

“Let me finish this for a second. I need to check if it’s ready to eat.”

You hum and allow him to do so. James brings a spoonful of the stuff to his mouth, gently blows on it to cool it down, and takes a bite.

His eyes widen immediately. You smile, proudly putting your hands on your hips. “Not bad, huh?”

James turns away from you and makes a loud noise that doesn’t sound good as he spits out the stew. Coughing, he beckons for you to bring him some water. Puzzled, you quickly do as he asks, handing him a bowl full of water. He gulps it down quickly before sighing deeply, staring into the distance for a second. 

“(Y/n).” he huffs. “(Y/n)... I hate to break it to you, but you really can’t cook. You really can’t cook. Why is there cucumber in there?! That was meant to be eaten on the side! And the cumin, I thought I had given you exactly the right amount, but there are a few uncrushed herbs in there, which means that you’ve added more. You’ve… Oh goodness, you’ve even forgotten to add the garlic.” He grabs a few chunks of garlic between his fingers before tossing them into the pot frustratedly, causing you to deeply frown at what he just said. 

James locks eyes with you. You stare at one another for what feels like a lifetime in silence.

It starts with a huff of a chuckle. Then, it takes just a second for the two of you to burst out in laughter. You howl until the tears run down your cheeks and only when your tummy starts to hurt, you manage to calm down. 

“Ah, James, I’m really sorry!” you sob, still chuckling at how stupid the situation is. “I just… It’s not in my calibre!”

“It’s basic instructions, how can you even… Hah, my parents are so going to hear this story when we get home to Capernaum! And John will not stop laughing, either! I’m really sorry, but…” 

You laugh and shake your head slowly. James opens his arm for you to embrace him and he gives you an apologetic pat on the back. “Some things just can’t be helped.”

“It can’t.” you admit, “I’m so sorry for ruining our dinner yet again. What now?”

James pulls away and shrugs. “Well, when we were in the village I did see an inn where they might still have some food. Shall we go there to see if they’ve got scraps for us?”

You nod, smiling. “Anything is better than this sludge.” You toss the spoon into the pot and sigh.

“That it is.” James huffs, holding his arm out for you to hook your hand into. “Come on friend, let’s get ourselves something edible .”

[whiteartblood]

Now I must know how did rave and card meet?!?

Well it starts with Rave performing in one of their shows. Singing and entertaining the monsters that came to it. As the robot was performing however they spotted someone in the background that sent a shiver down their metallic spine. It was Undyne. Seeing her made it completely hard to focus on their music and they almost started to shut down completely, but luckily they were able to get through it and be able to finish the show with no hiccups. After that they quickly tried to make their way out of the building to get away. If they can try and get away from Undyne then they'll be fine. The scientist of course, looking for them.

Meanwhile, Card was trying to find his way though the building. He hadn't really been able to figure out his way through it since he rarely ever comes through here unless Alphys needed to take him to the castle, other then that he sort of didn't really know where he was going. That skeleton has bad direction skills. As he was making his way through he turned the corner and bumped into Rave. The robot looked down at the skeleton with an expression of shock, confusion, slight fear, and anger. Growling a bit at Card before quickly looking around in case Undyne was anywhere to be seen.

"G-get out of m-my way" They would say with slight trouble speaking. They had been using their voice too much for singing so talking sort of was hurting for them at that moment. Card would glare up at Rave thinking, 'how dare this robot speak to me! Celebrity or not, I am a royal guard'. Card knew a lot about Napstaton's music. He didn't listen to it much due to the loud music giving him a headache. He gets migraines quite often. However before he could say anything he noticed how much Rave was shaking and looking around franticly. They were scared and Card tried to look around too as to see what had spooked this robot. That was when another voice called out for Rave's name, causing the robot to quickly jolt and tense up.

Card looked behind Rave and saw Undyne coming over. Oh, the skeleton knew a lot about her, boy did he know a lot. Seeing her and how rave was reacting was a quick puzzle piece in place As the scientist grew closer Card stepped in between her and Rave. Undyne would lower her mask and look at Card in confusion and annoyance "What are you doing? Get out of my way so that I can talk to Napstaton"

Card would reply with a "No" and that he was would say that he was here talking with Napstaton since he was their friend. A lie but its what he had to do. Undyne would be even more confused, even Rave would look confused for a moment. She would disagree and state that Rave has no friends except for her and that they are incapable of making friends and if they are friends then Rave would have no issue with stating what Card's name was. Card will say "Tsk, of course they wont" and using his magic he made a card appear in his hand behind his back so only Rave could see. The robot would look at it for a moment before saying in a monotone voice "Deck". Eh, close enough. Undyne would not be impressed saying thats not Card's name. She already knew who Card was along with his brother. Hell she practically kept tabs on every single monster in the underground. But before she could do anything, Card would simply grabs Rave's hand and start to lead them away "Well whatever! We got to go, see you later Undyne" The fish lady glared but didn't do much as she didn't want to make a scene out in the open.

As they finally got out of the building, since Rave knew their way around, they pulled their hand away and growled at Card "Don't touch me ever again"

"Listen! I did what I had to, be grateful I even decided to help you, now, do you have a place to stay in the meantime? I don't think your place would be a good idea if Undyne is looking for you and knows where you live." Rave thought for a moment about an answer to that before responding with a no. To which Card will sigh and say "Then I guess you'll just stay at my place for a bit, and don't you growl at me again cause you're lucky I'm letting you sleep on my couch" Even though Rave didn't like the idea of being in some strangers house, neither did Card like the idea of having a stranger sleep on his couch, there wasn't really any other option for them. So Rave agreed and let the skeleton take them to his place.

When Card explained the situation to Rags, he didn't really see any problem with it and sort of just said "cool". So he was pretty much chill with it. Rave stayed at Card's place for a good while, still keeping distance from him since they didn't trust a lot of people. It was sort of a very slow process on the two starting to get closer and closer with each other. Lot of trial and issue but they then started to become extremely close and now Rave doesn't think they can go a day without having Card in their life

[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Twenty Seven

Two Toned Carnation

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x Fem!Reader

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After you and Atsumu sit down on the couch where he's been sleeping for the past three weeks, you explain to him the truth about where you went. You tell him you were going to meet up with Oikawa, but after you overheard his conversation with Ushijima, you bailed and went to Rhodes. You then continue to explain why you went to Daisho's hideout and met up with Kuroko after.

He listens quietly as you explain yourself before coming up with a response. "Okay," he begins slowly, thinking carefully about what he says before he says it, "Thank you for telling me. I was really worried about you. I had a feeling you might have gone out with him and I didn't want you to get hurt. But what do we do now?"

"Celebrate while we wait to get our revenge?" you grin. "I know I'm too late for dinner, so wanna hit the bar instead? Drinks on you?" 

"Oh, drinks on me, huh?" he laughs.

"Well I did just give every last penny I own to save our lives," you remind him.

"Alright then. I'd say all of this is worth celebrating. I'm in."

About an hour after you and Atsumu arrived at the bar, the two of you are absolutely wasted. Drinks flowed continuously the whole time until your conversations are interrupted by a girl tapping Atsumu's shoulder from behind. She obviously didn't notice the two of you talking at first, but makes her opinion of Atsumu perfectly clear while she hits on him even after she sees you watching her.

"I'm very flattered," he chuckles awkwardly, obviously not sure what he should say to this girl who's making her feelings well known to everyone in the entire bar, "but I'm not the guy you're looking for. I'm afraid I couldn't commit to anything you're trying to find."

"Well of course not," the girl giggles as she somehow gets even closer to Atsumu before whispering loudly in his ear. "Not in front of your girlfriend, that is. She is watching us after all."

You look down at your drink, trying your best to ignore her. However, you can feel Atsumu's gaze burn down at you for a moment before he ends up turning away. You're not sure what he says to her after that because you're suddenly approached by a handsome man on your opposite side.

"And I thought they didn't let assholes like him in here," he smiles at you.

"Oh? Heard that, did you?" you scoff as a small grin tugs at your lips.

"I could feel your pain from the other side of the room. So he's not your boyfriend then, is he?" the man then asks.

"No, but it's kinda complicated," you sigh as you look down at the bar counter, hoping to avoid the awkwardness of the conversation.

"Well then why don't we get out of here and go get ourselves some ice cream across the street?" he smiles kindly. You look over at him, intrigued by the idea until you can feel a large body hovering behind you.

"No way," Atsumu says with crossed arms. "I don't trust this guy as far as I could punch him in the face which is right here, right fucking now."

"Don't get all defensive just 'cause I know how to ask her out and you don't," the man smirks. 

"The fuck do you know?" Atsumu hisses, his body growing as he gets angrier.

"For putting her in the friend zone you're a bit too overprotective, man. That's all I'm sayin'." With that, he picks up his drink and smirks at Atsumu as he walks away. "Ya know what, not worth it," he mutters as he goes. Atsumu sighs with relief as he watches the man leave.

Around one in the morning, you and Atsumu stumble out of the bar side by side towards where you're supposed to meet your carshare ride. "Ya know," you hiccup as you bump into his side, "it's odd that people think we're dating when I was actually gonna marry your brother instead."

Atsumu stops walking and turns to face you. "What?" he says, shocked. "What do you mean? He proposed?"

"No, 'course not," you reply with a lopsided smile. "I was gonna propose to him." You then pull out the small ring from your wallet and carefully hand it over to him. "I was gonna give it to him the night he went missing..."

"Shit," Atsumu mumbles to himself as he passes you back the ring. He looks like his brain is literally about to explode. "Shit, I'm really sorry, Y/N. I didn't know, I swear I didn't. I never would've-"

"It's okay," you smile as you tuck the ring away. "I never told you. How could you know? It's alright."

You reach your hand up to his cheek without really thinking about it. However, when Atsumu notices how close you're getting to him again, he pulls back before you can make any kind of move on him.

"Y/N, please. You were gonna marry my brother. My fucking brother," he repeats as he tries to wrap his brain around the whole thing. "Shit, what the fuck is wrong with me."

"What does it matter? You knew he and I were dating. It's not that much of a difference. Besides, I can't marry him anymore so I guess there's no point dwelling on it," you admit as your eyes cast down at the ground.

Atsumu looks at you for a moment as he thinks about all the information he's gotten tonight. Not only from you, but from that stranger at the bar, too. You're right, there's no point in dwelling on it. So instead of waiting any longer, Atsumu reaches his hands up to the sides of your face and kisses you. Your eyes burst wide open as your heart skips a beat. 

Just as his tongue gently slides against yours, a blinding light sweeps past to ruin the moment. Your ride is here and, unfortunately, that means Atsumu breaks away from you.

The car ride is quiet. There's a serious firey tension in the back of the car, but neither you nor Atsumu say a single word or pass each other a moment's glance until you get home.

Atsumu thanks the driver for the ride before grabbing you by the hand and whisking you out of the car. He almost runs straight to the front door where he fumbles around for his keys until you both finally get inside.

The moment he closes the door, you jump right into his arms. His lips meet yours desperately as he walks you towards the only bedroom in his house. Your clothes are pulled off in record time before he lays you down and climbs over top of you.

He bends down on his elbows as he reaches down to your neck and finally marks you as his own. You tilt your head away from him and allow him to have his way as he bruises the flesh of your skin down to your chest. But before he gets any further down, he pulls back up to his hands and looks down at you to catch his breath.

"Are you alright?" you ask as you watch him closely.

"I can't," he shakes his head. "I can't do this to you. It'll only hurt you more."

"That's not true," you tell him as your hands find their way to his hair. "You'll hurt by not doing this."

"I don't want to play pretend with you, Y/N. I'm not Samu and I can't pretend to be him," he says as he knits his eyebrows together.

"That's not what we're doing, you know that. I want to be here with you right now, Atsumu," you assure him.

"But in a heartbeat you'd leave me for him. Would you even hesitate if you had the chance to be with him again?" he asks seriously.

You find yourself at a complete loss for words. You don't know what to say. To be quite honest, you don't know if he's right or not. But because you don't answer, Atsumu steps away from you and picks up his shirt from the floor. He quickly throws it over his head. He doesn't even wait until it's on properly until he leaves you in the dark room alone for the night.

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[dragonmasterhiccup]

Her face fell, and her eyes flickered over Hiccups shoulder before staring him dead in the eyes once again. “Nonono, don’t act like that, you know you left me. Boss— he told me so, and he isn’t a liar, unlike you.”

Danny let out an amused chuckle, cocking her head to the side at Astrid’s outburst. “I’m not scared of you, if that’s what you think. Yelling at me like a little kid doesn’t change anything, it doesn’t change that I was lied to, and you… you were a part of it, maybe I should kill you too, Berks best-warrior-ever, dead! Yeah… yeah, what about that?” She stopped right in front of Astrid, ignoring the cries that came from Zephyr, her eyes big, almost trying to appear innocent in a way.

Her smile returned, and she tried grabbing Hiccups hand to pull him away.

“A… minute…? Fine, but be quick, Boss wants me back.”

Uh-oh, she hadn’t thought about that, Boss didn’t want her to capture Hiccup, he just wanted her to scare him… Welp! What’s done is done!

She tapped her foot on the wood flooring. “Can you hurry up?! You’re taking forever, and I wanna go.”

She waved at Astrid smugly as she left before turning her focus back to Hiccup. “Okay! Let’s do this!”

Looping a finger through the pin holes of the metallic sphere, she tugged them off quickly before throwing it out the window, causing a nearby explosion.

She didn’t give time for Hiccup to react, as he was struck with one of the Deathgrippers tails, which knocked him out instantly.

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“This wasn’t the plan! Danielle, do you realize what you’ve done?!” Grimmel yelled, glaring down at the girl.

Hiccup had been placed in a nearby cell, bounded to the wall by a chain attached to his ankle.

She giggled. “Of course I know what I did! We got Hiccup!”

“That wasn’t what you were instructed to do!”

“Uhh, yes it was! You said Toothless took priority over Hiccup, but since I couldn’t find him, I took him instead!”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out an annoyed sigh. “We need to fix this. You just took out Berks Chief, his people are going to come looking for him. You didn’t tell any one of here, correct?”

“No, I’m not stupid.”

“That’s good at least. Okay, here’s what we’re going to do, and you need to listen. Tomorrow night, you’re going back, do what you do and cause problems, blow stuff up, just keep the people distracted.”

Her face lit up at that. “You got it!”

“Good, good… But you need to keep him alive, for now… I still need that Night Fury.”

Danny groaned. “Fine, for now…”

She looked over at Hiccups cell to see him waking up. “Hey! How’d you sleep?” she asked, her voice chipper as she sat outside of the cell.

His eyes widened, suddenly realizing. "You don't remember, do you? But..." She knew who Zephyr was, knew Hiccup and Valka were her family...it didn't make sense. "I don't understand, just who is this 'Boss' of yours?" He needed to know, not just to confirm their suspicions, but to try to give Astrid more information as well.

Astrid stood her ground, her expression not faltering once. The only movement she made was to rub Zephyr's back, trying to comfort her.

"Hiccup!" All Astrid could do was cover her daughter's eyes as her husband crumpled to the ground, a single tear slipping from his eyes as he hit the wooden floor.

The last thing Hiccup remembered before everything went black was hearing Zephyr cry, and Astrid calling his name.

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Hiccup woke up to muffled voices, his head pounding.

Where was he?

Where was Astrid?

He had a bump on his head from when he fell, and his face scrunched up in pain as he tried rolling over.

The sound of a chain scraping against stone caused some memories to come flooding back.

His mind foggily started catching up, and as his vision cleared, he realized he was in a cell, a chain connecting his ankle to the wall.

He could only hear snippets of what was said, but he was able to figure one thing out: if Danny was able to go back and forth to Berk so quickly, they couldn't be too far away.

He'd have to pay close attention, to everything, if he was going to get back home to Astrid and Zephyr.

Sitting himself up, he groaned, his head wound not happy with any movement.

Breathing heavily, waiting for the pain to recede, he glanced up at Danny briefly. "Fine. You?"

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notes: sanji is so whipped, it's embarrassing and he doesn't care; unrequited sanji x afab reader; p in v sex, nsfw!!! mdni!!! 1,200+ words! thank u for participating bestie, ily <3

sanji was an intelligent man.

he was a meticulous planner who scheduled his dates accordingly, making sure that every detail was just so.

on the night that both nami and robin would be occupied in the crows nest with the night shift, he made sure to prepare a special meal. one that sanji knew would have you reaching for a sweet red wine all throughout the course, to which he’d happily fill you with as you asked for glass after glass.

next to zoro or franky, your drinking seemed subpar to theirs, not alerting anyone, even you, to sanji’s intentions.

by the time the meal was over, with most of the crew retired for the night, you stayed behind in the kitchen offering to help sanji with the dishes.

when he could smell the sweet notes that flew off your lips, he knew with a little more encouragement he’d have you right where he wanted you.

“damn, this bottle has a drink or two left, i’d sure hate for it to go to waste,” he feigns disappointment as he shakes the bottle around gently.

he doesn’t miss how your ears perk from your position at the sink, a wide smile grazing your face before you encourage him you pour you another glass.

sanji watches as the last drop of liquid slips into your mouth, immediately taking the glass away with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

as if he had no idea how you had gotten so intoxicated, he offers you some water and a hand to your room, which you eagerly take with no objection.

your body leans into his as his arms wrap around your waist, hugging you tightly to him like decorated arm candy.

he almost wanted anyone to come out of their quarters for the night, accidentally bumping into the two of you attached in the intimate way that would embarrass you if you were sober.

“thank you sanji,” you hiccup, your doe eyes glancing up at him in the familiar way it did just before you had made one too many mistakes.

what you hadn’t noticed was that sanji had already removed his shoes before he entered your room.

sanji lays you down in bed, removing your outer layers of clothing before caressing your cheek ever so slightly.

“goodnight, mon amour,” he coos in your ear before leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips.

just as his lips hover over your skin, you wrap an arm around his neck and pull him down for more.

your lips attack his, messily kissing him as he succumbs so quickly to your touch. his head moves in a synchronous motion, cupping your cheek as he heartily drinks up every second you’d provide him.

too drunk to notice, sanji’s hand wanders underneath your shirt, his cold fingers gripping at the plushness of your boobs, squeezing one in his hand.

a low groan leaks from his mouth as he feels your nipples harden within his grip and your shirt is quick to fly over your head.

his plump lips latch onto the pert bud, gently sucking as he gingerly looks up to catch your reaction. another grunt reverberated against your skin as he watches your face writhe with pleasure from his touch.

“sanji,” you breathe, encouraging him to continue as you drag out the last syllable of his name. you’re just as excited as you remove your pants, leaving you only in pretty lace panties, which he wishes to believe are a gift for him.

in this moment sanji likes to believe that you’re as needy as he, and that thought alone is too much for him as he drags his fingers down feeling the damp fabric that covers you.

his middle finger pushes further against the cloth, a whine and a tug at his blond hair only egg him on with a dirty smile and a dusty red blush.

“need you…now” you whisper, hips dragging with his touch until he’s finally had enough.

he’s fogged with a mixture of lust and love as he practically rips his pants off, his cock springing out his underwear and lewdly slapping his stomach.

precum coats his tip, nearly dripping onto his shaft, giving himself a few gentle pumps before pulling you against him.

like the gentleman he is, sanji makes sure that you’re ready, whispering a desperate “you ready?” before he lines up himself with your entrance.

with a rock of his hips, he pushes into you, allowing your body to become accustomed to his dick. he watches you grip at the sheets at his taunting pace, but as his heart beats so fast that it feels like it’ll beat out of his chest, he wonders who this is more punishing for.

sanji is so needy to paint the picture of you whiny for him in his mind, but his eyes screw shut as he bottoms out inside you, a shaky moan echoes off the walls.

in your overwhelming fervor, you can’t help but drag him down so his lips meet yours, muffling any sounds that came from you.

of course, as sanji is so fluid with his motions, making sure to pull his hips back just enough so that you can’t help but whine, he’s not the quietest either.

the lewd slapping of his balls against your skin engulfs sanji, forcing him to mumble praises and proclamations of devotion right against your ear.

with the sweet noises you continue to make, and how perfect sanji believes your bodies fit together he’s quick to speed up his pace, unable to contain himself anymore.

sanji’s messy kisses, turn into whimpers, impatiently whispering ‘i love you…i love you…i love you!’ until thick, hot, sticky ropes cover your stomach.

as aftercare ensues, you’re happy to clean him off too, giggling and teasing as your wipe sanji down just as he did for you.

it leads you to wonder if this was what made him believe his feelings were reciprocated. the intimate, yet endearing nature of how you two spent these moments surely could’ve fooled anyone.

sanji snuggles up behind you, kissing the skin on your shoulder with an idiotic smile, muttering a ‘goodnight, my love.’

the following morning the pounding in your head is the first thing that wakes you, which is soon accompanied by the unpleasant tension in your muscles and an acidic taste in your mouth.

you reach ever so slightly in an attempt to discard the covers, but something withholds you from doing so. it’s heavy, it has a tight grip around you, and it takes everything in you not to heave a heavy sigh that would surely wake him.

the guilt usually washed over you in the mornings when you were much more sober to properly comprehend the situation.

with a newly clear mind, you didn’t know who had the advantage in this scenario. while you weren’t oblivious to the ‘tricks’ sanji had decided to pull last night, you weren’t uninviting them either.

nor did you stop yourself from having a few too many glasses despite knowing your limits.

you knew how he felt towards you, yet still openly invited him to bed most nights. you couldn’t tell if it was an ego thing, constantly having a man such as he at your beck and call no matter the time or a place, or simply a lack of options out at sea.

sometimes the lines blurred between who was manipulating whom and you feared that you might be the most at fault here. but as you glance over to his stupidly happy face, you don’t really care and you’re sure he doesn’t either.

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final thoughts: supernatural season 2

finished season 2 this morning and it ended on a great note. i like the ending a lot more than i liked s1's, since it felt more natural and less contrived. the buildup to it was awesome, and the setup for season 3 is clear and motivating!

i think my biggest criticism of s2 is the pacing. it really wasn't bad, all things considered, but there were a few episodes i thought just didn't belong in the sequence they were. where s1 had this continual forward momentum going, s2 had occasional abrupt stops. example, the tonal difference between ep12 nightshifter and ep13 houses of the holy felt massive. nightshifter amps up the police subplot, ending with them worried about being implicated in another crime and therefore being on more police radars. houses of the holy kinda ignores that and has very little follow-up to them needing to lay low. it's only really brought up again when they're talking to henrickson and he mentions that they were flying under the radar up until now—which is all well and good, but that should have been felt after all of that happened. instead what we got felt more like a reset button where things went back to normal for them. a very "business as usual" case, as if they weren't being pursued by the law.

there were a few other negligible cases where i got a bit tired of binge-watching the series, which honestly didn't really happen in s1. so the pacing was a bit slower overall. nothing that was super obvious, but it did have its bumps.

but really, that's my only real criticism of it. i think the plots were strong this season, and the tension built really naturally over the course of it. if i had to wish for anything, it would have been development, of any kind, for sam's psychic powers—or otherwise the active rejection of that development. where the other psychics were growing their powers or gaining increasing command over them, sam remains oddly stagnant, which is something i wouldn't expect considering he's put into high-stress situations so often. if it's a matter of accepting the powers, then it would have been nice to see him struggle more with it. they just weren't very prevalent until they were relevant, which was fine in season 1 because they were still trying to figure out what the hell was going on, but now that they have an idea it felt more like things should be Happening with sam. maybe they will in season 3? honestly i can't remember, i watched it a decade ago.

the last 3 episodes of the season were honestly really great though. i love how all three of them play into each other, even though the A plot of ep20 is relatively unrelated to the season finale. it set dean up perfectly for his struggle in ep22 and gave weight to his wishing the world to burn without sam in it. hit right in the gut with all the context of who dean is as a person and what his wishes and desires are.

i still love the commitment to camp in this show and the way they use camp in a unique way that doesn't really come to mind when you think of camp. it gives the show its identity and the fact that the writers and actors don't shy away from it really makes it a great watch. there are some seriously funny episodes in this season, and it makes me even more excited for the funny episodes i know are coming up. gabriel/loki/whatever was especially a hit and i love the interesting storytelling format of that episode. the addition of new psychics was great, and i liked how different their personalities were and how they so clearly conveyed the ways they coped with their powers. they create a wonderful backdrop for sam, and it all came together well for the finale.

overall a great season—it had a few hiccups, but the tension and buildup was really good, and most of the episodes did a fine job at following up on the previous developments and keeping the momentum going. super excited to start on season 3 :)