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a game of tic tac toe.

synopsis ☆ mark would much rather spend his afternoon lazing around his apartment with just you in his clothes with a movie playing on in the background, but hanging out with his friends around was quite fun too.

warning/s ☆ mention of food/amount of food being eaten but it isn't specific!!

author's note ☆ hii! this is one of my second works posted onto this account and compared to my jaemin one shot, this one is much more mundane and while a little suggestive -- not so as compared to finders keepers >< please stay tuned for more works from me!! i'll do my best to put out better imagines and one shots <3 any feedback is much appreciated!

Mark can't seem to keep his hands off of you.

While that may seem like a regular occurrence, his hands are reaching out for yours more than usual, his head rests on your shoulder at least twice as more times when he's sat next to you, and when you're seated beside his close friend, he can't help (he could, he doesn't care) but pull you as close as possible even when the three of you are sat in a booth across his other friends.

"Need something, handsome?" You whisper as your eyes scan through the menu he's holding up for you.

He has one arm slung over your shoulder, holding the menu on the table for the both of you to read. It's easier for you, but the display of affection is a little surprising for you.

Discreetly, Mark leans his head down to give you a kiss. He lets his lips linger on yours one last time when he gives you a second peck, then he kisses the top of your head.

"You're so pretty today." He exhales, resting his head on your shoulder as he points to the meal he wants. "Wanna share that? Looks good."

"That's too heavy," You pout "We have dinner with your family tonight. I don't want to be rude by not ordering."

"I'll finish whatever's on your plate baby, I got you." Mark laughs but finds your concern over the tiniest of things (to him) endearingly cute. He likes that you pay attention to detail, even if it isn't so obvious to him.

"You could just sit there and they'd love you," He reassures. "I know I already do."

"Mark," You laugh. "The way you love me and the way they do is completely different."

"What's different in the way I love you?"

"Mark—"

"Okay, lovebirds! Need you two to put your hands in. We're playing tic tac toe and we need witnesses." Yuta belts, smiling innocently when Mark throws him a glare over your shoulder while you laugh at the paper they show you.

Tic Tac Toe Tournament is written at the top of their paper; you don't know where they got it from, but it's written in Jaehyun's writing so you know who was the mastermind was.

"It's gonna be Yuta versus Jaehyun first, then Jungwoo and Taeyong."

"Hey, how come I don't get to play?" Mark pays more attention this time, sitting up to accentuate his voice more. The arm that was looped over your shoulder instinctively drops lower to your waist, resting there.

"You were too busy staring at Y/N to even hear our question," Taeyong laughs, looking over at the couple with fondness in his eyes.

Even if he does teases Mark at how dense he becomes to his surroundings when you're around, he thinks you two are a good match that he adores.

"Wish you could've seen yourself. It was like cupid shot arrows in your eyes." Yuta grins.

You lean back into Mark's embrace and pinch his cheeks, not thinking too much about how his friends were with you two. You were aware that certain boys disliked affection or being coddled by their girlfriend when they were around their friends, but you were lucky because Mark never minded that. He'd even be the one to proudly ask for more hugs when you were around his friends.

Jaehyun, who had grown accustomed to your antics, shakes his head with a laugh.

"Not even cupid could compare," Jaehyun grins. "Cmon, pick a side." Jaehyun slides the paper over to you.

"I have to pick a side?"

"Have you been to a football match, Y/N?" Taeyong asks, smiling to show you his words were lighthearted. "You either sit on one side of the stadium, you can't cheer for two teams."

"Or so they say," Yuta winks at you, making Mark throw a tissue at him.

"Okay, I'll root for Yuta and Taeyong."

"Whaaat! Y/N I've known you the longest," Jaehyun whines.

"I cheered for you during your FIFA game, I can't keep cheering for one person."

"Especially when she has a boyfriend, Guys. Right here, by the way." Mark says, poking fun when he raises an arm to point at himself. "Sucks that I'm not playing, Y/N's great support."

"Her support for you would be a pity vote."

"In tic tac toe?"

"Especially in tic tac toe."

"That makes no—"

"What did I miss?" Jungwoo comes back to the booth with his phone, having left it at the theatre hall they watched their movie in previously.

"We're playing tic tac toe." Yuta says, beckoning him to hurry back into the seat so they could start playing.

"I'm against taeyong again?" Jungwoo squints his eyes, "Piece of cake. Hope you didn't bet against me Y/N."

"Not betting." You point out.

"So you voted for Taeyong?" He asked dryly.

"...Yes."

"The hell's that supposed to mean?"

"Can we start the game?" Jaehyun asks, impatiently grasping the pencil in his hand trying to pass one to Yuta.

The four boys start the game in front of you and Mark. The two of you don't really have to be paying attention much since it was a simple game, but you watched with interest when Taeyong would make side comments at Yuta placing the X's in the wrong boxes while Jaehyun drew hearts instead of O's for his turn.

In the midst of their bantering, Mark rests his chin on your shoulder and subconsciously, you place a hand on his knee to let him know in a subtle way that you're here and that you're still paying attention to him even when you tell Jungwoo to stop smudging Yuta's X's.

"I could totally win at tic tac toe." Mark mumbles just for you to hear.

You can't help but smile at how sulky he's gotten, knowing that he's only showing a straight face to not let the guys tease him. He doesn't really care if they do, he just likes sulking to you more than them.

"You could baby," You say to him, low enough only for him to hear. "I'd even cheer you on."

"I know you would, Angel." He smiles, "With how pretty you sound in bed your voice is music to me."

"Hey," your head turns sharply to face him, placing a finger up between you and his lips, Mark has to bite back a smile at how cute you are, choosing to kiss the tip of your finger before he lays his head on your shoulder again.

He pokes your side to get your attention but your focused suddenly shifts to the match between Jungwoo and Taeyong. Jaehyun wins the first round against Yuta, the latter saying he wasn't focused because he hasn't played in a while.

"How do you even lose at tic tac toe?"

"You're living it, Yuta. That's literally you."

"Shut up and start the game," Yuta groans, passing Taeyong his pencil after hearing his friend tease him.

"You sure you don't wanna change your mind, Y/N?" Jungwoo pokes fun, drawing the lines for the game to start after he scribbles down his and Taeyong's name.

You shake your head at Mark's friend, "Nope. I trust Tae, I know he'll do well."

"Wish I had that confidence," Taeyong mumbles.

"It's just tic tac toe..." Mark breathes out, shaking his head when he sees how worked up his friends are getting over one game while waiting for your dessert.

Mark tunes out the conversation, only turning his head to look over at what you guys are doing when he hears you laugh, or when you move forward that Mark doesn't feel your skin on his that makes him tune back in to what the guys are saying.

Mark almost falls asleep when he realises it's been drizzling outside, raindrops pattering softly onto the glass pane he leans on, but when he feels you move again, he turns his head again and notices the way you've now brushed your hair to rest on one side of your shoulder. The clasp of your necklace sits prettily on your neck, making Mark realise you dressed up more than usual today.

Don't get him wrong, you looked gorgeous in anything you wore (much more when you were wearing his clothes, he would debate), but what catches his eyes is the way your shirt lightly raises the more you lean forward. Granted only Mark is privy to see such exposure of your skin; let alone your back, but his mind gets the best of him and before he can stop himself, his hand reaches out to lightly graze his hand over your waist.

You jump a little at how light Mark's touch is, but you don't pull away from your argument — whatever it was about with Jaehyun — to look at Mark.

Mark's a little dazed and empty-headed when he focuses on your skin against his palm. It's not like he was looking to start anything, he loved holding you. Maybe physical touch was his love language, but he liked having you near him. You did too, but Mark enjoyed it maybe a tad bit more.

When you finally scoot back to be closer to Mark after concluding who had won this match, you rest your back against Mark's chest and he locks you close to him, the hand that had been tracing random patterns on your skin only slid to the front of your body to hug you. Mark quietly watched the next game of tic tac toe begin between Taeyong and Jaehyun.

Looks like you won both of the bets; even if no money was involved.

You laugh at something Jungwoo says and Mark feels your laughter through your body against his and soon, like most days, he's smiling against the top your head, leaving light kisses on it.

The four boys get caught up in their game, demanding another rematch, this time between Yuta and Jungwoo.

When you tell them to handle this game on their own, Mark volunteers to play the next match against Taeyong.

Although Mark would prefer a quiet day in spent with you with movies being played in the background while the both of you lazed around in your most casual attire, he couldn't lie that moments with his friends and you were just as good.

His favourite people with his person; his most adored person in his world as of right now. He wouldn't want it any other way.

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dreamwritesimagines · 8 months

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Garden of Secrets [36] - Middlemist Red

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback and support my loves, it made my whole week, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think, thank you! ❤

Summary: Patience has its rewards.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of sex.

Word Count: 4200

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Rumors were an inseparable part of the ton, and you were well aware of that. Every season people found different things to gossip about and you’d had your fair share of being the subject of the said gossip, so it wasn’t supposed to be this surprising that they kept talking even after you got married.

But it didn’t mean you liked this particular rumor.

This was the second time Lady Whistledown had mentioned just how close Margery and Benedict seemed to be with each other, joking and laughing in the park when they ran into each other and even though you knew it was nonsense, you still couldn’t help the discomfort at the pit of your stomach.

Especially now that you were seeing it happen on the other side of the park.

“If I see your parents, I’ll give them a piece of my mind,” Lottie said, making you turn your glances to her. “They show up and make you feel bad all of a sudden? How dare they?”

“Lottie—”

“And to think they’ve been mean to you all this time?”

Well, what your parents had done was a bit more than just being mean to you, but you weren’t going to correct her on that.

“Simply unacceptable,” Lottie said, pointing at you with the cookie she was holding. “I’ll be with you at all times starting now, so that if they dare bother you again, I can handle them.”

You repressed a laugh.

“Much appreciated,” you said. “But you can’t be with me at all times Lottie, you have a wedding to plan.”

A smile brightened up her face. “I do!” she said. “But nevertheless Y/N, you are alright are you not?”

“Sure,” you said. “We don’t even need to talk about it.”

Lottie took a deep breath.

“I hate to ask, you know I do,” she said. “But have you seen Whistledown?”

Your eyes found Margery and Benedict who looked very much interested in their own conversation, Benedict frowning before he nodded at something Margery told him.

“It’s nonsense,” you forced yourself to say, and Lottie pressed her lips together.

“It is, but…” she said. “You know what? I suddenly remembered I had something to say to Benny, if you’ll excuse me.”

“Wait—Lottie no!” you whispered but she had already walked away from you to Benedict and Margery. Benedict turned to her, and raised his brows at something she said, then quickly bid Margery goodbye and followed Lottie as she started walking towards the street vendor to buy some lemonade while Margery walked to Lucy.

“Y/N,” you heard Anthony’s voice and looked over your shoulder.

“Anthony,” you said. “Hello.”

“May I?” he motioned at the spot beside you and you tilted your head in confusion, then shrugged your shoulders.

“Of course.”

“How have you been?”

“Fine—you never ask me how I’ve been,” you said, confusion laced in your voice. “What is happening? Are you sick?”

“No?”

“Are you dying?” you asked, making him roll his eyes. “It would be very thoughtless of you to die before you spend a lot of years with Lottie as a married couple, she’s very much in love with you so if you—”

“I’m not,” he cut you off. “It’s just that, Benedict mentioned a pair of unwelcomed guests.”

You pursed your lips, trying to shake off the discomfort.

“And?” you asked. “What exactly did he tell you?”

“Not much to be honest,” Anthony said with a shrug of his shoulders. “I don’t know the details nor do I need to. I just want you to know that we’re family, so whatever you need, whatever you want, just tell me, alright? No questions asked.”

You blinked a couple of times. “…Easy as that?”

“Easy as that.”

“I thought you would have a thousand questions.”

“I don’t need to hear a thousand answers to protect my family,” he stated. “You’re one of us now. We will always be there for you, no matter what.”

You blinked a couple of times, the back of your eyes burning as a warmth spread through your chest, but before you could say anything, Benedict and Lottie approached you with the lemonade bottles. Benedict pulled his brows together, then motioned between you two.

“No one appears to be stabbed,” he commented. “Is it snowing in hell?”

“Benny!” Lottie elbowed him and he repressed a grin.

“Just wondering,” he said as he held out the lemonade bottle and you took it from him. “Would you like to walk?”

“I would actually,” you said and took his hand, your heart skipping a beat as he pulled you up to your feet, but he didn’t let go of your hand contrary to before. You repressed a smile, then stole a look at Lottie’s maid before turning to Lottie and Anthony.

“Don’t do something scandalous,” you said with a grin, making Benedict chuckle and Lottie gasp, then you started walking beside Benedict.

“So Lottie finally forgave you completely,” you asked him and he nodded his head.

“Took forever but yes,” he said and cleared his throat. “She did mention that Whistledown piece though.”

You raised your brows. “…Oh.”

“I hope you know there’s nothing like that,” he said. “Margery is a very good friend of mine, not to mention I would never do that to you.”

“No I know,” you said in a hurried manner. “I mean if I’m honest, I didn’t even bring it up because it was such nonsense that I almost forgot.”

Well, that was a complete and utter lie, but lucky for you, Benedict seemed to have bought it.

“Right,” he said, nodding his head fervently. “Of course. Lady Whistledown must be running out of gossip to write about.”

“Yeah!” you forced a dry laughter. “I mean you and Margery? Honestly?”

“Unbelievable.”

You took a sip of your lemonade, then motioned between you two. “Because, you know—we’re married.”

“Happily married,” he added in a haste and you nodded.

“Albeit a bit untraditionally.”

“Well—”

“Your mother assumed I was pregnant earlier.”

Perhaps you shouldn’t have said it right when he was sipping his lemonade because he choked on it, pulling the bottle from his lips and coughing before hitting his chest.

“Oh,” he said, taking a deep breath. “And what did you say?”

“Nonexistent Bridgerton remains to be nonexistent,” you joked and scrunched up your nose. “I just said no.”

“Interesting assumption.”

“Uh huh,” you said. “Interesting and impossible at the same time.”

“I’m quite familiar with that concept,” he murmured and you frowned.

“Hm?”

“Nothing,” he said, clearing his throat. “Let’s go by the river, shall we?”

After the park, you had decided to go to your uncle and aunt’s house to spend some time with them and Teddy. Granted you still felt on edge especially because you were very well aware of the fact that both your parents knew about their house, and Teddy living there. When you got off the carriage, you looked around and let out a relieved breath upon not seeing either of them, then made your way to the house.

Thankfully, your aunt had no idea about what happened between Benedict and your father because you had only told your uncle at the night of the ball that your father had shown up.

“I don’t know how you and Benedict did it,” your aunt told you, excitement and pride apparent in her voice as a maid brought you tea and biscuits. “But Sir Henry Granville and Lord Gordon Easton! At my ball!”

“They run in the same social circle, auntie,” you said with a small smile. “All artists do, as it turns out. Benedict introduced me to them.”

“Well everyone in my Social Picnic Club has congratulated me for throwing such a spectacular ball,” she said. “I’ve even heard some say that it would be impossible to top it off, can you believe that?”

“I absolutely can,” you said. “It was a wonderful ball, auntie. You put so much effort into it, and it paid off.”

“With your and Benedict’s contribution.”

“We barely did anything other than inviting some friends,” you said. “Will uncle be at the gentlemen’s club the whole day by the way?”

“Mm hm, he’s with his friends,” she said. “Why?”

“Oh no reason, I just thought I could see him.”

She hummed, looking at you over her teacup and you frowned.

“I know that look,” you said. “What is it?”

“Is this about…” she trailed off. “What was on Whistledown earlier?”

You let out a groan. “Auntie!”

She held up her hands, gesturing surrender.

“It was on Whistledown,” she said. “You cannot blame me for being worried.”

“Just because it’s on Whistledown doesn’t mean it’s the truth,” you said. “In fact, it couldn’t be farther away from the truth. Benedict and I are very happily married, and Margery is merely a friend.”

She raised her brows, taking another sip of her tea.

“I heard that Lady Margery is quite charming—not that she’s anywhere close to you!” she added in a haste. “You are the most charming of course.”

“More like harming,” you mused and she shot you a lighthearted glare.

“Y/N.”

“What?” you said. “Just saying.”

“Benedict is completely in love with you, we all know that,” she said. “The same with you obviously, you are very much in love with him, anyone who looks at you for more than a second could see that.”

You blinked a couple of times, shifting your weight.

“I mean I wouldn’t say—” you said with a nervous laugh. “One could assume it’s not as—”

“Obvious?” she completed your sentence for you and scoffed. “Of course it is. Have you two seen yourselves?”

You cleared your throat, then reached out to take a bite from the biscuit.

“I’m just trying to make sure these nonsense rumors do not affect you two badly, that is all,” she said and you shook your head.

“It’s not—” you started but before you could even complete your sentence, Teddy rushed into the drawing room.

“Y/N!”

“Oh hello there,” you said, opening your arms as he flung himself to you for you to hug him tight. “French lesson is over for the day?”

“Yes!” he said and you pulled back to look at him, then tilted your head at the clumsily tied cravat around his neck. You stole a look at your aunt who looked like she was trying her hardest to keep a straight face, and turned to Teddy.

“What is this?”

“It’s a cravat!” he said, excitement laced in his tone. “Benedict always wears them, did you notice that?”

You bit back at smile. “Oh does he?”

“He does!”

“And now you’re…wearing cravats?”

He nodded, his eyes sparkling.

“I want them in different colors because Benedict has them in different colors, I told uncle and he said he would get me many,” he said. “This is uncle’s as well, you see.”

Your lips curled upwards. “Ah?” you said. “And you chose a green one for today?”

“It’s pale green!”

“Pale green, my apologies.”

“It’s alright, auntie told me it was pale green,” he patted your hand as if trying to console you. “We can learn those together.”

You nodded solemnly.

“That would be wonderful,” you said, reminding yourself not to laugh. “And you chose pale green because…?”

“Benedict was wearing a pale green cravat the other day,” he said, proud of himself for remembering it and you pinched his cheek.

“It looks wonderful on you Teddy.”

“Really?”

You kissed the top of his hair. “Really,”

“He is growing up so fast,” your aunt said, shaking her head with a smile. “I fear I will blink and he will be a gentleman of the ton.”

You let out a laugh and Teddy took a sharp breath.

“Y/N, I will show you my new sculptures!” he said, tugging you by the hand. “I made a dozen of them, come and see!”

“Am I allowed to boast about how I was the first one to see them when you’re a famous sculptor?”

“Yes!”

“I’ll be back auntie,” you said with a grin and stood up, letting Teddy lead you out of the room.

You had spent more time in your uncle’s house than originally planned. Your uncle insisted you stayed for dinner, so you sent Benedict a short note to let him know, inviting him as well but he politely declined, saying that he was in the middle of a painting. After dinner, Teddy showed you how he made some of his sculptures the way Benedict had shown him so by the time you left there, it was already near midnight and raining. A carriage went past your carriage a minute before you arrived home, making you frown and look over your shoulder, but you didn’t have the time to dwell on it much before your carriage entered through the gates and stopped in front of your house. The coachman helped you out and you thanked him, then rushed home to get away from the rain.

“Ma’am,” the housekeeper greeted you and you smiled at her.

“Hello,” you said as a maid took your cloak. “Oh I must change my clothes, it’s raining like crazy outside! Is Paula asleep?”

“No ma’am, I’m here,” Paula said as she rushed to you and you shot her an apologetic grin.

“Please tell me you did not stay up for me.”

“Alright, I will not,” she said and you let out a giggle, then started walking upstairs with her.

“I don’t know where this storm came from, honestly…” you mused, turning the corner in the hallway before peeking at the other end of it where Benedict’s studio was, but there was no light coming from there. “Is Benedict asleep?”

Paula didn’t answer you so you turned your head to look at her better.

“Is Benedict asleep?” you asked again, thinking she didn’t hear you and she shifted her weight.

“No he’s not, ma’am.”

You stopped walking, a frown pinching your brows together.

“Oh?” you said. “Where is he?”

Paula averted her gaze, making your frown deeper.

“Paula?” you said. “What is happening?”

“N—nothing, ma’am.”

“No, something is happening,” you said. “What is it? Has he gone outside or something?”

“He’s home, ma’am.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Where?”

“He is still in the greenhouse I think,” she said, still not looking you in the eye and you blinked a couple of times.

“Greenhouse?” you asked, “Benedict isn’t the gardening type, what is he doing in the greenhouse?”

“They went there earlier, ma’am.”

“They?” you repeated. “Who’s they?”

“Mr. Bridgerton and Lady Margery.”

Your head shot up, your heart dropping to your stomach.

“…I’m sorry?”

“Lady Margery came here an hour after your note saying you would be late arrived,” Paula said in a breath, “She left in her carriage just now, but they both went to the greenhouse straight away when she got here.”

It felt as if the hallway was spinning around you, the fire of fury spreading through your veins.

You had to have been an idiot for not listening to Lady Whistledown’s damn gossip, because apparently Benedict wasted not even a second to prove to you she was right. He was in fact sleeping around just as the rumors said, with Margery, right under your nose in the greenhouse he knew you never stepped foot into ever since you had moved here.

You spun around on your heels to go down the hallway where you came from, then rushed downstairs, your heels echoing on the marble floor. You passed through the foyer, then made your way to the back entrance that led to the backyard where the greenhouse was, but before you could reach there, Benedict stepped inside through the door, a look of surprise crossing his face as soon as he saw you.

“Y/N?”

You passed by him without even acknowledging him, your teeth clenched in anger.

“Wait, where are you—?” he started but you stepped outside into the heavy rain, and strode across the backyard, Benedict catching up with you in seconds.

“Where are you going?”

“Greenhouse,” you spat as the lightning struck in the sky and he stopped dead in his spot for a second before rushing to catch up with you.

“No you can’t—”

“Why not?” you asked through the boom of the thunder, “Can I not see your bachelor’s flat you so conveniently and disrespectfully put near my home?”

He frowned as if he was confused.

“My what?” he asked but you scoffed and kept walking, your head almost pounding from anger. “Y/N no, that’s not—”

“I’m such an idiot,” you said, shaking your head. “To think I was telling everyone Whistledown’s gossip was nonsense while you brought your fucking mistress here the moment you heard I would be late…”

“What?” he asked, shock apparent in his voice as you approached the greenhouse and reached out to hold the handle but he grabbed at your upper arm. “Y/N, just wait a moment—”

You could swear your vision went red as you yanked your arm out of his grip.

“You do not touch me!” you snapped. “I never want to see you ever again, do you hear me? I will apply for divorce tomorrow morning, I will—”

You stopped talking the second you slammed open the greenhouse door, your breath getting caught in your throat as you blinked a couple of times, trying to understand whether you were seeing was in fact real.

You had refused to enter the greenhouse just like you had refused to garden when you and Benedict got married and moved here, and before that, you had seen maybe only five greenhouses in total but none of them looked like this. The large greenhouse looked as if someone had plucked it out of a painting and brought it into life somehow, and you felt your body move on its own accord as you took a step inside almost in a haze. It was entirely made of glass with the plants covering the walls –ivy, if you weren’t mistaken- with a sharp arch on the high ceiling. Even under the moonlight, you could tell the various flowers surrounding you were not among those you could find in anyone’s garden, yours included. It looked so magical that for a couple of seconds you could only stand there and stare with your jaw hanging before approaching a Venus Flytrap, still breathing hard.

“I don’t…” you stammered. “What is this?”

“Well,” Benedict said, leaning back to one of the glass walls. “For starters, it’s not my bachelor’s flat because I don’t have one. It was supposed to be a surprise for tomorrow, I figured you could see it better in the sunlight.”

You blinked a couple of times, then turned to look at him. “But Margery—”

“Has been helping me prepare this, along with Mr. Binsted,” Benedict motioned around you. “They know the rare flowers better than I do. I was going to bring you here once it was completed, took more time than I thought it would. I figured since you were outside, it would be easier for the finishing touch. Like I said, I was going to show you tomorrow now that it’s complete.”

You swallowed thickly, all the fury leaving your body as disbelief took over.

“Complete?” you repeated and Benedict offered you a small smile, then nodded towards the center of the glass wall you were close to, making you turn your head to look at the shelf. The lightning struck the sky again, illuminating the whole greenhouse and you took a sharp breath as soon as your eyes fell on the flower.

Middlemist Red.

You had only seen it in the drawings on your plant books, but having spent over a decade wishing you could see it in real life, you would have recognized it anywhere. You weren’t even aware that Benedict had made a mental note of your favorite flower considering you had told him about it only once so many months ago and it was supposed to be impossible to even find it to gaze upon, let alone having it for yourself, for your own greenhouse.

And somehow Benedict had found it and brought it to you.

“It’s not possible,” you rasped out, still unable to look away from the flower. “It’s—it’s impossible to find Middlemist Red, everyone knows that. It’s the rarest flower in the world.”

“I actually sent word around after you told me about it back at the flower exhibit,” he said, making your head turn. “No one knew where to get it but Margery knows someone who knows someone who—well, you get the picture. At first it was just the Middlemist Red, but then we got married and I know you love flowers so I figured maybe you’d like to have all the rare flowers in a place that belonged to you, so…” he motioned around you. “The greenhouse that is.”

You swallowed thickly, still staring at him, both of you completely drenched with the rain pitter pattering against the glass walls.

“It was just a bud at first, the Middlemist,” he added, taking a step toward you. “And apparently you need to be very careful during that period so we had to wait around two months, and they sent it when it bloomed with a gardener who took care of it on the way here, and you obviously would have seen it if you were here so we took it to Margery’s house, and she brought it here and I—”

“You had someone grow the rarest flower in the world and then had it brought here just because I told you it was my favorite flower?” you cut him off, your heart beating in your throat, all your body warm despite the storm outside and he nodded.

“I know you said you wouldn’t garden but when you want to, it’ll all be here,” he said. “I actually have people building a greenhouse back at the country house as we speak, I figured you would want one there as well and—”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence when you rushed into his arms and pulled him down to crash your lips against his, standing on your tiptoes. Your head was spinning with excitement, the fire engulfing you in its flames once more like it had when he kissed you for the first time that night. He cradled the back of your head, pressing your body closer to his while you melted into his touch and it felt as if you two were the only people left in the world, as if the storm somehow took everything and everyone away but you two.

But much to your displeasure he pulled back, drawing a petulant whine from your lips.

“I can’t,” he stepped back, making you blink dumbly in confusion at just how tormented he looked. “You have no idea how much I want to but I told you before, I will not touch you until you—”

“I love you,” you cut him off, still trying to catch your breath and the lightning lit inside the greenhouse once again, letting you see the absolute shock on his handsome face. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, then shrugged your shoulders.

“I tempted fate just a little too much it seems,” you tried to joke. “I do – I love you. More than I thought it was possible, more than you could possibly know.”

The thunder boomed through the greenhouse and you took a deep breath, nervousness pulsing through you as the words left your lips.

“So, my heart is yours,” you managed to say, shifting your weight. “If you’ll have it.”

Benedict let out a breath, then strode to you to pull you into a kiss, taking your breath away. The feeling was so intoxicating that every single fear, every ounce of nervousness washed away from your mind until the only thing remained was him, and his burning touch, his lips on yours. He lifted you up, letting you wrap your legs around his waist without breaking the kiss and pressed you back to the wall, making you let out a squeal upon feeling the rustle of the ivy leaves behind you, one of the pots slipping a little on the shelf when you accidentally hit it with your elbow.

“No, not the flowers!” you exclaimed with a giggle. “Careful with the flowers!”

“Right, the flowers—” he let out a laugh and turned around with you still in his arms, then laid you down on the floor, his lips brushing yours again. You pushed his drenched shirt off of his body, dragging your fingertips over his chiseled torso, the fire of desire burning through your whole body. He looked so mesmerizing under the moonlight that for a moment you could do nothing but stare at him while he leaned on his forearm, his body covering yours, his hand going to your cheekbone to caress it gently.

“We can stop anytime you want, my love,” he murmured, his words making your heart feel like warm honey in your chest. “You know that, do you not?”

You bit back a smile, then leaned up to brush your lips against his.

“Benedict,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t you dare stop.”

Chapter 37

#benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #regency fic

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Did you or do you ever struggle writing character x reader fanfiction? I read it quite a lot but I just can't get used to writing in that format. I'm writing an OC x Homelander story, though.

I had never created an OC before, but I am certainly more comfortable writing a character that has a name, face and backstory of their own than using a generic reader. Particularly when I'm writing about the character's past and other individual characteristics, addressing the reader as you seems so weird to me. It makes me feel like I can't give in to specifics because it breaks the illusion.

Also, I've enjoyed the act of creating an OC. Giving them a name, a story, motivations, designing their psychology, etc.

However, I find it discouraging to see that OC x HL stories are nowhere near as popular as HL x Reader and I worry that I may not find an audience. When I post anything in ao3 it gets like two likes and in tumblr I'm just ignored completely 😢

Could you please give me some advice pls?

oh my darling! i hear you. the disparity in interest between x oc content vs x reader content is undeniable, but it's also inevitable. all the reasons you describe struggling with reader perspective fics is why it's so popular: the lack of detail allows the reader to adopt a nebulous perspective, whether they see their own oc in that situation or their literal selves. it doesn't require them to get to know or become invested in your creation, it allows them to indulge in what feels like their own.

i don't think readers get enough credit for their suspension of disbelief and the mental work they put into filling in the blanks that authors leave. similarly, it's absolutely difficult to tell a compelling story while leaving what is often the perspective character a near blank slate. that said! the fics i get the most feedback on are where the reader does have a stronger personality. people love banter, and even if the reader's voice doesn't always feel like something they would actually say, it always produces much more engaging interactions.

i've definitely had my struggle with this in the past, but i'm still learning. the series i'm working on right now, Guilty Pleasures, features a reader with quite a lot of personality, and i've established things about her that i wouldn't normally go into such detail, and the response to it has been great! your reader perspective SHOULD still feel like a character with thoughts, motivations and feelings. otherwise, the story is going to fall a little flat.

if it's easier for you to write the reader perspective as if they're your oc, you should do that. there's a delicate balance between too much and too little information when it comes to reader fic. sometimes taking liberties really works, and i think you'd be surprised how well readers can stretch that illusion. reader perspective should resonate, but not be so overpowering that the actual person reading doesn't like them.

but you absolutely do not need to force yourself to write a particular style of story if it's not something you actually enjoy. i also write and enjoy oc fic! i honestly think my oc fic Eat Your Ego is some of my very best work. unfortunately, it's rare that any of those chapters ever break close to 100 notes, whereas even little reader drabbles will see 2-3x those numbers, sometimes more.

but i write it because i love it, and it's the story i want to tell. that's what matters! and because of my dedication to the story, people have been kind enough to trust me with their time and investment. oc fic will never have the same broad appeal that reader fic does, but that doesn't make it less valuable. you just have to invest more in promoting yourself and convincing people that your story has something to offer them.

my best advice is just don't give up! i'm horribly erratic when it comes to the creative projects i work on, but i've been writing Eat Your Ego for over a year and it has gathered a lovely little following. feedback on that fic means SO much to me. even though there's less of it, the joy it brings me is immeasurable because that fic is special to me. don't give up on your story! it deserves to be told. 🖤

#got long so i threw it under a readmore #sorry i ramble haha #i hope this helps even a little bit!#i come from a generation/culture of fic and rp that was extremely negative towards BOTH oc and reader content #so being involved as heavily in them as i am now is pretty surprising #but more and more i'm finding i prefer both of them to purely canon content #homelander x reader #x reader

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Hello!!

I was wondering if you could write some head canons or a one shot about a non-binary reader x Kakyoin who always dances to the music on the radio? Its one of my favorite things to do when I’m playing 70’s-80’s music and I go unnecessarily hard lmao, if possible could you add the other crusaders but platonically?? Like maybe they are all in the car driving and then a song the reader likes comes on the radio and then they just start hitting the boogie in the passenger seat? I apologize if its kinda weirdly specific lol

Ah!! Hi there!

This is the first request I’ve gotten so I was super pumped to write this! And please don’t apologise! The more detail the better, gives me a better idea of what to write 🥰

This is my first time writing for a non-binary reader so I hope I did ok! Any and all feedback is majorly appreciated.

And since I couldn’t decide between head canons and a one shot, you get both lol

(I was also listening to a favourite 80s song of mine while writing this, so I hope it’s ok that it makes a little cameo in the one shot 😅)

I had a lot of fun writing this, so I hope you enjoy!

𝘒𝘢𝘬𝘺𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘹 𝘕𝘉! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘰

(feat. the other crusaders)

Word Count : 1.3k

Head Canons :

Kakyoin absolutely LOVES when your favourite tunes come on, almost as much as you do.

Because it means he gets to see you boogie to your heart’s content.

You might think it’s because he finds it funny, but it’s far from it.

Every time you dance to the radio he’s just mesmerised, he loves the energy you give into every move.

Since Kakyoin was quite reserved as a child, he never had moments where he could just jam out with someone.

So when you gesture for him to join you, he knows he’d be a fool not to.

The other crusaders see the goofy smile on his face every time the two of you dance together.

So they subtly (not so subtly) ensure that you guys just so happen to be partnered up when you stay in hotels.

They come to regret this when your dancing sessions carry late into the night.

Every now and then Jotaro will get sick of it so you’ll hear a muffled “Shut up!” from the next room.

You and Kakyoin giggle quietly as you turn down the radio.

They don’t mind too much though, the nature of this journey is bleak at times so the liveliness you and Kakyoin bring is a welcome breath of fresh air.

Polnareff and Joseph even join you two for a chance to boogie occasionally.

One Shot :

Mr Joestar’s snoring is the only sound that fills the air as you drive along the deserted road. You get an earful of it since you’re sitting in the middle of him and Polnareff, with the latter driving.

You wanted to sit next to Kakyoin but this seating arrangement was the only way all 6 of you would be able to fit in the car. He sat directly behind you, between Jotaro and Avdol.

You’ve been driving for hours with no breaks, there’s not much to do in the car so you start to grow restless.

[YOU] - “Ughhh, I’m so bored!!”

You groan as you plonk your head on the dashboard.

[POLNAREFF] - “Hey hey watch it!”

Polnareff yanks you back into an upright position.

[POLNAREFF] - “You’re gonna give yourself a concussion.”

[YOU] - “Maybe that would be a blessing in disguise. It’d be more interesting than this.”

You rotate in your seat, leaning on your knees to look into the back seat. Jotaro is leaning back with his hat over his face and Avdol is just looking out the window. You look at Kakyoin and he has his eyes closed, he must be sleeping as well. He looks so peaceful, and although you wanna let him rest… you also really wanna talk to him.

[YOU] - “C’mon…”

You wave your hands in front of you like you're trying to cast some kinda voodoo spell.

[YOU] - “Wake up.”

And to no one’s surprise your incantation fails. You sigh.

[AVDOL] - “Why don’t you try the radio?”

You turn your attention towards the fortune teller.

[AVDOL] - “Maybe we can get a signal out here.”

You immediately perk up at the idea and nod. Turning back around you start fiddling with controls. There’s only static but you don't stop trying. You’re about to throw in the towel but then you hear the radio crackle to life.

♪ ♪ ♫ ♪

Your face lights up when you recognise the melody.

[YOU] - “No fucking way!”

[JOTARO] - “Good grief could you be any louder?”

You turn your head and Jotaro is now sitting up, you shoot him an apologetic smile.

[KAKYOIN] - “Can you blame them? This one is one of their favourites.”

♪ Shake it up is all that we know ♪

You immediately spin back around onto your knees and meet Kakyoin’s gaze.

[YOU] - “Hey you’re awake!”

[KAKYOIN] - “I’ve actually been awake for a while.”

♪ Using the bodies up as we go ♪

You start moving your shoulders to the rhythm.

[JOTARO] - “Good grief here we go again.”

♪ I’m waking up to fantasy ♪

Kakyoin laughs when you start using an imaginary microphone to mouth the lyrics. You hold a hand out to him, still getting your groove on.

[YOU] - “C’mon I know you wanna join me.”

♪ Broken ice still melts in the sun ♪

How can he refuse when you’re looking at him like that? Kakyoin grabs your hand and proceeds to go HAM with you. It’s like y’all are at your own personal concert. Your fingers are intertwined as you both seemingly escape into the music.

[JOTARO] - “Great, now there’s two of them.”

Avdol chuckles at the display in front of them.

[AVDOL] - “This is good, a little spirit is never a bad thing-”

[YOU] - “YOU’RE OUT OF TOUCH.”

You hold the ‘microphone’ to Kakyoin.

[KAKYOIN] - “I’M OUT OF TIME.”

[YOU + KAKYOIN] - “BUT I’M OUT OF MY HEAD WHEN YOU’RE NOT AROUND!”

Jotaro just shakes his head while Avdol’s laughter fills the space in between you and Kakyoin’s singing (screaming)

It goes on like this for a while, the radio cycles through the songs, and you and Kakyoin give an oscar worthy performance to every single one of them. Polnareff turns up the radio so you can really give it your all, Avdol joins in for some of the songs, and you even manage to get a tiny smirk from Jotaro.

It’s cut short when the radio stops while you’re in the middle of a song.

[YOU] - “Hey driver, what happened to the music?”

You hear a bit of fidgeting before he answers.

[POLNAREFF] - “Looks like we lost the signal.”

The disappointment is evident on your faces.

[KAKYOIN] - “You’re kidding.”

[POLNAREFF] - “Nope, unfortunately I’m not.”

You groan and plop your head on the headrest.

[YOU] - “Man…”

Kakyoin feels bad seeing you so downcast. His eyes fall on your hand that he still has in his grasp, thinking of how to improve your mood. And then an idea hits him.

[KAKYOIN] - “Hey Polnareff, you and Mr Joestar got this car second hand yeah?”

Polnareff looks at him through the rearview mirror.

[POLNAREFF] - “Yeah that’s right.”

He squeezes your hand gently to get your attention. You look up at him.

[KAKYOIN] - “Why don’t you check the glove compartment? Maybe the owner left some discs in there.”

Your eyes widen and you shoot up (almost hitting your head on the roof). His heart melts at the sight of your radiant smile.

[YOU] - “Kakyoin you beautiful genius!”

You grab the sides of his face and give him a peck on the lips. Jotaro and Avdol stifle their laughter as Kakyoin proceeds to malfunction when you turn around to search the compartment.

Opening it up there’s a small pile of discs there, you immediately pick them up and examine them.

[YOU] - “Score!”

You hold up one of the discs to show to Kakyoin.

[YOU] - “They have Wham! in here!”

[JOSEPH] - “What did you just say?”

Looking to the side you see that the old man’s awake, he looks a little startled.

[POLNAREFF] - “You’re finally awake Mr Joestar! I'm surprised you didn’t wake up sooner, we had the music pretty loud.”

Kakyoin leans forward in his seat.

[KAKYOIN] - “Are you ok Mr Joestar?”

You hold up the disc to him.

[YOU] - “Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of Wham! before.”

[JOSEPH] - “You can’t be serious.”

[AVDOL] - “I’m pretty sure they are Mr Joestar, Wham! is very popular.”

[JOTARO] - “Good grief old man, is your age catching up with you?”

The haunted look doesn’t leave Mr Joestar’s face as you look over the other discs with Kakyoin.

[KAKYOIN] - “What was that one you were showing me the other day… oh yeah! Do they have AC/DC?”

[YOU] - “Mhm! Oooo, they even have Santana.”

Your eyes light up when they land on a particular CD.

[YOU] - “Oh. My. God! Let’s put on Cars!“

[JOSEPH] - “HERMIT PURPLE!”

The discs are suddenly snatched out of your hands with purple vines and flung out the open window. You gawk at Mr Joestar as your only form of entertainment disappears into the dust. Kakyoin does his best to console you for the remainder of the drive.

#✩ stardust crusaders ✩#stardust crusaders x reader #jjba x reader #jojo’s bizarre adventure x reader #jojo x reader #kakyoin x reader #noriaki kakyoin x reader #⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

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Only the Strong Survive Chapter 1

Series Summary: Lexie Weston is in a terrible, abusive marriage. In her mind and soul, she feels like she has no way out that won't result in her death. But something changes in her life to make her take the risk. Can she rely on Sheriff Beau Arlen to protect her like he said he would, or will this risk lead to ruin?

Pairings: Beau Arlen x Y/N (eventual)

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut, Angst, Fluff throughout. A pretty slow burn, TW: Abusive marriage, Domestic abuse will be talked about throughout. Chapter warnings will be more specific

Word Count: 2,768

Chapter Summary: Beau is introduced to the Westons and horrified to recognize signs of abuse. Can he convince Lexie to leave her horrifying husband?

Chapter Warnings: TW: Domestic abuse mentioned, fear and anxiety due to abuse shown throughout the chapter. Angst, sadness, abusive language and behavior. Also Beau being the best and sweetest. That's definitely a warning!

A/N: So this will be my first Beau series. I already have 8,000 series on the go, so I thought, of course, that I had to make 8001. 😄 But this idea's been sitting in my head for a while so here it is. 😁 I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know if you do. Feedback is EVERYTHING to a writer, and I'd sure love to read what you thought.

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Beau looked down at his phone and read Emily’s text for the hundredth time, searching for something more in the words that he might be missing.

Emily: Sorry for missing our “daddy/daughter” date, I’m just pretty bummed about Justin and really needed a “best friends/dumped girl” date instead. I hope you don’t mind. Promise I’ll give you details when I see you next Wednesday.

Beau didn’t mind her spending time with her best friends instead of him. The gaggle of girls that Emily hung out with could probably help her get over the sixteen year old punk who’d broken her heart much better than her dad could.

But he couldn’t help worrying. He knew that teenage girls and broken hearts went hand in hand and the puppy-love crush she had on this boy would likely be transferred to the next boy soon enough. But he couldn’t help re-reading her text over and over, and praying that he wasn’t missing something important.

What he wouldn’t give to wrap his daughter’s heart up in bubble wrap so no one could ever hurt it – especially not teenage asshole boys named things like Justin or Brayden.

Suddenly from out front, Beau could hear raised voices. Someone was yelling something indecipherable, and banging on the counter. Beau stood up, tucking his phone back into his pocket, and went out to see what was going on inside his sheriff’s station.

As he walked toward the front counter he saw a man and a woman were standing at the counter talking to Poppernak. Well, actually, the woman was silently staring at the ground and the guy was yelling, not talking.

He smiled widely and pulled out his best Texas manners, sure he could calm the combustible guy down with a bit of southern charm.

“Howdy folks, what seems to be the problem here today?”

The guy looked up at Beau, his small, watery blue eyes slightly bloodshot and filled with fury.

Okay, I might need a lot of southern charm with this guy. Beau thought with an internal eye roll.

“I’ll tell you what’s wrong!” The guy bellowed at Beau. “God damn government butting into people’s business again!”

He looked back at Poppernak. “Give me back my fucking truck!”

Beau approached Poppernak and held his hands up. “Okay, let’s see what the situation is.”

Poppernak handed him the file he had open in front of him. “As I’ve explained to Mr. Weston a few times now, the county seized his truck, it wasn’t our doing, it’s simply being housed in our impound lot out back. But,” he turned back to Weston, “if you want your truck back, you have to attend the court date the county set for you in two weeks time.”

“Bullshit!” Weston roared and pounded the counter again.

Beau saw the woman beside him flinch slightly and he felt something stir in his gut.

“I am not going to be told where and when I can park my own property.”

“Obviously,” Beau said as he scanned through the file. “Looks like you’ve racked up quite a few parking and speeding tickets here, all unpaid. You’ve parked in a bunch of handicapped spaces and in front of numerous fire hydrants, been stopped several times for speeding, and one of your speeding tickets got upgraded to a misdemeanor because you…” Beau looked up at Weston, as he quoted the report. “used demeaning and sexually inappropriate language with the ticketing officer.”

Weston rolled his eyes scoffing. “Bitch couldn’t take a joke.”

Beau clenched his jaw to keep from escalating the situation, and clenched his fist to keep from punching this asshole in the mouth. He breathed in through his nose and stayed calm, though his easy smile was long gone.

“Look Mr. Weston,” he began, but was cut off as the man started yelling again.

“Don’t fucking patronize me! I’m not paying for this bullshit. I do not recognize this government as having any jurisdiction over me and my private property. It’s bullshit.” He screamed again and this time kicked the counter.

It was the way the woman flinched again, and the tiny glimpse of a purple bruise on her throat, just above the high neckline of her blouse, that made Beau see red, and completely change tactic. His easy smile was back, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“I understand your frustration, Mr. Weston, I was only going to say that I think you’ve been unfairly targeted here, and that there have been a lot of unnecessary charges laid on you. There’s no way your truck should have been impounded. I mean, how is a man supposed to make a living without his vehicle? Sometimes the world just seems designed to punish hardworking men.”

“God damn right.” Weston nodded. His chest puffed up and he preened under the validation.

“So, I’ll tell you what I’m going to do, Mr. Weston, Deputy Poppernak is going to take you back into one of the interview rooms and have you fill out just a bit of paper work, and I’m gonna call up a judge I know to take care of this matter for you right now. And we’ll have you out of here with your truck as soon as possible.”

Beau grabbed up a file that held permits for operating a backhoe on your property and passed it to Poppernak. “Show Mister Weston to interview room B, and make a couple copies of this for him. I’ll be in shortly to fix everything.”

Poppernak shook his head. “But Sir, I –“ Beau turned away from Weston and spoke under his breath to Poppernak. “Just keep him busy for ten or fifteen minutes.” He caught his eye and nodded to reassure the deputy that he knew what he was doing.

“And get Mr. Weston a cup of coffee while he’s waiting.” Beau said as he turned back to the couple.

“Yes, Sir.” Poppernak answered and ushered Weston through the swinging gate toward the back rooms of the station.

The woman began following, but Beau put out a hand. “I’m sorry, ma’am, you’re not allowed in the back. You’ll have to wait here, Mrs Weston.” He gestured toward the seats in the waiting room and purposely used her name to verify she was the spouse mentioned in Weston’s file.

She looked to Weston, who nodded his head, giving her permission to go sit on the chairs.

“Just follow the deputy there, Sir and I’ll have this all taken care of for you in less than fifteen minutes.”

Weston marched off after the deputy, his head high and his ego pouring out of him, knowing that his screaming and abrasive behavior had garnered results.

Beau was loathe to reward the guy for his bullshit, but he needed to get his wife alone. As he was contemplating the best way to approach her, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Cassie Dewell walk through the station doors. He waved her over.

“What’s up?” She asked. “I’m just dropping off that watch we found in the Bradbury case. I was hoping your techs could lift a print.”

Beau nodded and sidled up close to her. “Sure. But can I ask you for a favor first?”

Cassie shrugged. “Shoot.”

Beau spoke softly. “I have reason to believe the woman sitting there in the waiting room is the victim of ongoing domestic abuse. Her asshole husband is in one of the back offices. I want to talk to her and see if I can help. But I thought she might feel more comfortable if a woman is in the room.”

Cassie’s wide brown eyes were filled with sympathy. “Yeah, of course.”

They approached Mrs. Weston where she sat, wringing her hands and nervously picking at her fingernails.

She looked up as they approached and Beau felt a stab through his heart when he saw her eyes widen in fear. He ignored the feeling and smiled widely and happily. He needed her to feel relaxed and safe.

“Hi, Mrs. Weston, could I ask you to come with us, there are just a couple things I wanted to ask you about your husband’s file.”

Mrs. Weston’s eyes got even wider and she shook her head. “No, I mean…I…I don’t know about things.” She looked timidly towards the hall her husband had gone down. “You should…Simon is…you should talk to Simon.”

Beau shook his head. “They’re just a few routine questions, just some information we need, and I thought we could save him from having to waste anymore of his time.”

When Mrs. Weston again looked towards the spot her husband had disappeared, Beau pointed to one of the open, glass walled offices across from them. “We’re just going to be right there, your husband will be able to see you right away if he comes out.”

That seemed to finally convince her and she nodded and stood up. He and Cassie led the way into the office and Beau closed the door, grateful the thick glass provided surprisingly good soundproofing.

“Can I get you a coffee, or a bottle of water, Mrs. Weston?” Beau asked. Then he looked at the file still in his hands. “Or do you mind if I call you Alexandria?”

She shook her head. “It’s just Lexie and no I’m fine, thank you.”

“Okay, Lexie.” Beau said with another smile.

He quickly assessed the woman in front of him, and what he saw broke his heart. She was a very pretty woman, but she seemed exhausted. She had large hazel eyes that seemed a little sunken in her thin face, but other than appearing a bit gaunt, her features were beautiful really – high, broad cheekbones that gave her a heart-shaped face and a small nose that turned up on the end. Her mouth was wide, with lips a lovely natural shade of red, but they were turned down at the corners, making her seem unbearably sad. Her red hair looked natural as well, and it glinted with gold highlights where the light hit it, though it was mostly hidden away in a bun, just a few tendrils falling to frame her face.

She was exceedingly thin; her collarbone protruded and was visible through the high-necked blouse she wore and her wrists were so delicate that they looked like they could be snapped with no force at all.

Lexi continued to wring her hands, shooting desperate looks at the hallway Weston had gone down, as though terrified he was going to pop out any minute. Taking her extreme fear into account, Beau tried to make his voice as gentle and warm as possible, as he sat down next to Cassie, and across from Lexi and began the delicate questioning.

“So, how long have you and your husband lived here in Big Sky country?”

She shrugged. “Not quite two years.”

“Huh.” Beau said with a smile. “Longer than me, then. I got here less than a year ago. It was quite an adjustment after Texas. Where are you folks from originally?”

“Missouri.” Lexi answered shortly.

“That’s nice country out there, you still got family out that way?”

Lexi shook her head.

“So, just you and your husband, huh?” Beau asked and Lexi nodded.

“No kids?” Cassie asked and Lexi shook her head again.

“How long have you and your husband been married?” Beau asked in a friendly, inquisitive tone, trying hard to make the rapid questions feel less like an interrogation. He could see panic rising in Lexi’s eyes.

“Not yet five years.” Lexi answered and her voice was shaking slightly.

Beau smiled. “I know everyone talks about the seven year itch in a marriage, but I know with my ex-wife, it was right around the five year mark that things started to get shakier. How about for you? You and Simon still managing?”

Lexi stared at him, not answering, but seemingly suspicious of the question. Finally, Beau nodded to the purple bruise on her neck.

“That looks like it hurt.”

Her eyes widened in fear again and she yanked up her collar, obviously surprised and fearful that the high neckline she wore hadn’t been high enough to hide away the bruise.

“No, it’s fine. I have to get back to…” She pointed vaguely at the waiting room.

Beau decided to drop the pretense, since they didn’t have enough time as it was. “Lexi, we can help you. If you’re in danger, there are places you can go, we can keep you here, safe. We can help you get away.”

Lexi was truly panicked now, standing up quickly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have to go.”

“Lexi…” Cassie started, but she was cut off.

“Please don’t.” She said, shaking her head again. “Please don’t do this. I don’t want to…”

She folded her arms around her waist. “I’m fine. But I have to go back out there now, please.”

Beau stood up too, pulling a card out of the front breast pocket of his blue striped shirt. He looked back over his shoulder to make sure they didn’t have any spectators, and then held it out to her.

“Okay, but please take this and if you ever change your mind, if you ever want to get out, or you need help for absolutely anything – please don’t hesitate to call.”

As she reached out to take the card, Beau couldn’t help taking her hand briefly and squeezing it as he tucked the card into her palm.

“I’ll keep you safe, Lexi, I swear.”

She was looking at her shoes when he spoke, but slowly raised her head at his words. For a moment the constant fear in her gaze gave way to a look of supreme sadness and resignation.

She simply shook her head. “You can’t.”

And before he could say anything else, she practically ran through the door and back to the seat she’d been waiting on.

It turned out to be good timing on her part as Weston came barreling out of the back seconds later.

“What the fuck is happening here?” He bellowed as Beau and Cassie came out of the office. “I’ve been waiting forever back there, and this stupid fucking cop is giving me all these bullshit forms to fill out.”

Before he could work himself into too big a fit, Beau walked briskly forward and clapped his hands. “Yes, I’m so sorry for your wait and all this rigmarole. I really appreciate your patience. I just got off the phone with the judge and he agrees with me that you’ve been targeted and your charges and fines are excessive. So, as of now, all the fines have been dropped and you can take off right now with your truck.”

Beau slapped Poppernak on back. “Deputy would you take Mr. Weston out to his truck and give him his keys, please.”

Poppernak frowned, more confused than ever, but just nodded. “Yes, boss.”

Weston puffed his chest out again. “Bout fucking time too.” He said as he followed Poppernak out of the building. Lexi got up and followed him without prompting, but she looked back at Beau for a split second as she left, and it was all Beau could do not to chase after her and haul her back to safety.

Cassie spoke as the doors closed after them. “You didn’t talk to any judge, you’re gonna get in trouble for giving him back his truck without permission.”

Beau just shrugged. “Nah, I’ll just pay the damn fines.”

Cassie frowned. “You’re gonna pay over two thousand dollars in fines for that asshole?”

Beau sighed deeply. “I’m gonna make sure that when she goes home with him, he’s happy.” He explained, feeling a heavy sadness settle in his chest. “At least for tonight.”

Cassie smiled softly and bumped him with her shoulder. “You’re a good man, Beau Arlen.”

He shook his head. “Not good enough to save her.”

Cassie clicked her tongue. “Look, she has to want to leave, she’s gonna have to do some of the saving herself.”

Beau nodded. He knew she was right. But as the day wore on and then passed into the next day and the next, he couldn’t get Lexie Weston out of his mind. He knew Cassie was right, but he couldn’t stop wondering what could possibly happen to give Lexie the push and the courage she needed to save her own life.

As it turned out the push came sooner than he ever thought it would for Lexie, in the form of a little pink plus sign appearing on a stick, a positive pregnancy test that changed everything.

1 - Jensen RPF + Any/All characters Jensen plays. @lyarr24 @siospins2 @impalaslytherin @maggiegirl17 @akshi8278 @candy-coated-misery0731 @nt-multi-fandom @deanswaywardgirl @slytherinlyn314 @globetrotter28 @jensensgirl @perpetualabsurdity @tristanrosspada-ackles @djs8891

3 - Any/All Fics (regardless of fandom/character.) @sunshineandwings86 @kazsrm67 @sexyvixen7

4 - Everything (includes fan vid/DOOL edits as well) @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men @awkward-and-indecisive @maliburenee @supernatural4life2022 @spn730015 @b3autyfuldisast3r @kickingitwithkirk @waywardbaby @foxyjwls007 @deanwanddamons @deandreamernp @deanwithscissors @myloversgone @snowlovespie @leigh70 @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @fangirlxwritesx67 @charred-angelwings @hopefuldreamers-world @mysherlock221b @jensensgotyoudean @stixnstripesworld @thoughts-and-funnies @magssteenkamp @norman1967 @princessmisery666 @eevvvaa @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @deepsketchsupernaturalcowboy @b-i-t-c-h-i-e @twirpbunwarrior @mysweetlittledesire @waynes-multiverse @mrsjenniferwinchester @bernasaurus @jensenslady79 @courtn92 @avanatural

#beau arlen #beau arlen series #beau arlen fan fic #beau arlen angst #beau arlen x ofc #tw: abuse #tw: abusive relationship

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green-orangeade · 2 years

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Kitty Cat

Stray Kids Minho x Jisung

Minors DNI, 18+ content

Dom Minho x Sub Jisung

Smut content warnings: pet play (Jisung acts like a cat and dresses like one), use of “kitten” and “master”, orgasm denial, vibrator play, oral, anal sex, unprotected sex (wrap b4 u tap) scratching, praise kink, breeding (a bit), degradation, fingering. Lemme know if I missed any!

Author’s notes: this thing just pure smut, porn without plot, all that jazz. Entering straight into it with the suggestion that things had already started. As before, like comment repost if you liked! This was written quite rushed so I’m hoping to make better and more detailed posts similar to this in future! I haven’t written member x member before so feedback would be so valued!! <3

IMPORTANT: I do not condone shipping, I am not shipping the members or intending to represent them. I do not represent them or claim to know them. They are just being used as characters.

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Minho smirked at Jisung, who was sprawled on the floor on all fours, ass in the air and cat ears slightly askew. Minho was sat on the edge of the bed, nothing but his boxers on. Jisung, on the other hand, was totally naked spare the cat tail plug and the aforementioned ears. He was glistening with sweat, staring up at Minho with a look of need and intimidation.

“So pretty, kitty,” Minho sighs down at him. “Come up here and let me play with you some more.”

Jisung whines but obeys, legs shaky from the overstimulation he already was experiencing. He knew that Minho was only just getting started. Jisung straddled Minho’s lap and immediately felt Minho’s hands tracing his stomach and thighs, specifically where the cum stains from earlier had started to dry. Upon contact with his uppermost inner thigh, Jisung let out a shuddering breath. Minho then reaches back on the bed to reveal a small, oval vibrator. Jisung mewls.

“That’s it, kitten. You want this, right? Want master to play a bit more?”

Jisung nods fervently.

“What was that? Can’t hear you, pretty,” Minho says lowly, caressing Jisung’s cheek with his free hand.

“Want.. want master to play with me. Make me messy again..” Jisung’s voice is cracking with desperation and exhaustion. He nuzzles into Minho’s collarbones, mewling, pawing at him. He sits further down on Minho so his tail grazes his thigh. Jisung feels Minho stiffen slightly.

“What a good boy,” Minho praises, petting Jisung’s long, floppy hair. He presses up into Minho’s hand, closing his eyes.

The vibrator starts. Minho softly runs it down Jisung’s hard, leaking cock. Despite it being on the lowest setting, Jisung lets out a strangled moan and grips Minho’s shoulders tightly. He feels his ass clench harder on the plug, adding even more to Jisung’s overwhelming pleasure. Minho runs it up and down, resting for a few moments on the tip. He then runs it down to his balls and turns it up, rubbing it back and forth.

“Ah! Ah! Min… Master! Master! Too much!”

Minho chuckles. He runs it up his cock again, watching the precum leak from Jisung’s tip.

“Colour for me, kitten?”

“Green, green,” Jisung moans out, eyes scrunched in pleasure.

Minho returns the vibrator down to Jisung’s balls and watches as he writhes in his lap. Minho runs his hands over Jisung’s back, scratching him as he whines out even louder.

“Gonna.. gonna cum, master. Can I? Please?” Jisung’s voice is dripping in need; he sounded hoarse and totally cum-drunk.

“No,” Minho said shortly. He turned off the vibrator. Jisung sobs, gripping on to Minho as he begs and begs for relief.

“Such an ungrateful, pathetic, little kitten. I give you all this attention and you don’t even think to thank your master?”

Jisung’s head hangs low. “Sorry, master. I’m so sorry. Can I do anything for you?”

“Get on your knees. On the floor. Now.”

Jisung scrambles to the floor and positions himself between Minho’s legs, once again gazing up at him. Instinctively, Jisung reaches for Minho’s boxers and pulls them. Minho sits up for a second to help the process along. Soon enough, Minho’s cock is out on full display. It was rock hard, glistening and clearly in need of attention.

Jisung reaches for it, eyes wide and clouded with lust. He grips it tight and starts to pump it, but almost immediately Minho grabs his wrist and pulls it off.

“Mouth,” Minho orders. Jisung gladly opens his mouth wide, holding the base of Minho’s cock and begins licking up and down, focusing especially on the tip before drawing him in entirely. Minho shudders with relief, grateful to finally have attention on his aching cock. Jisung sucks with fervour, running his tongue along his veins and doing his best to ignore his fighting gag reflex.

Minho pats Jisung’s head again, between the cat ears he loves so dearly. Jisung moans softly on to his cock, causing Minho to whine especially loudly.

“You’re so good for me, kitten. Doing such a good job.”

Jisung’s heart warms at the praise, but so does his cock. The head pats and praise, whilst gentle, makes Jisung burn with even more need and desire to please.

His sucks get even harder as Minho’s moans increase. His cock is twitching in Jisung’s mouth, but before Minho can cum, he’s pulling out.

“I’m fucking my cum into you tonight, kitty,” he says simply, however breathless and needy he seemed. His hair was sticking to his forehead slightly.

Jisung doesn’t need telling twice. He gets up and positions himself on the bed, on all fours, as Minho stands up. Jisung wiggles his ass in front of Minho, causing his tail to wag. He starts pawing the bed, nuzzling around exactly like a cat. He meows and mewls in a way that’s dripping with lust, and Minho’s eyes are wide as his cock pounds even harder.

“Please, master, breed me. I’m so desperate for your cum inside me, make me take all of it. I need it,” Jisung whines, again pawing the bed sheets. Minho’s cock twitches and he moans deeply at such a sight.

Minho bends over slightly to take Jisung’s hips in his hands. Whilst stroking his hips to soothe, he places his hand on the plug.

“Gotta take out this pretty little tail first, okay?”

“Okay, master.”

Gently, Minho pulls out the plug. Jisung whines, enjoying the feeling with the knowledge of what’s to come.

“Good boy,” Minho says, rubbing on his sides again. Jisung feels the weight on the bed shift as Minho reaches to pull out some lube from the beside drawer. He lubes up his fingers and Jisung’s hole, slowly beginning to warm him up and stretch him out. It didn’t prove too difficult with him already stretched from the plug. Finally, Minho lubes up his cock.

“Ready, kitty?” He asks, holding on tight to Jisung’s hips.

He hums loudly. “Please.”

With that, Minho plunges in. Jisung exclaims at the much bigger stretch, feeling his hole flutter around Minho’s girth in an attempt to adjust. He’s being so stretched out, all the right spots being hit. Minho moans out at the feeling of Jisung’s tight walls around his cock, squeezing him perfectly, rubbing up against all the ridges. He slides in and out mercilessly, pounding desperately into Jisung. He was drunk on the feeling of, at last, after hours of torturing Jisung, getting his cock buried deep inside him.

For the two of them, they had needed to cum for so long that they knew it wouldn’t be long until it was time. Jisung was moaning out every time Minho fully bottomed-out and grazed his prostate. Minho whines especially loud whenever Jisung squeezes around him, making it even tighter.

“Such a desperate little slut, aren’t we?” Minho pants out, still thrusting non-stop.

“Just want… master to fill me up,” Jisung stutters out in between cries of pleasure.

Minho reaches around and takes Jisung’s twitching dick in his hand. Jisung practically screams at the overstimulation.

“You’re gonna cum with me, right, kitten?” Minho says, not asking but demanding.

“Yes, master. Whenever you say.”

Minho pumps Jisung’s cock in impressive time with his thrusts, panting and moaning without ever an end.

“Pleeeeeaaaaaaase,” Jisung sobs. “I can’t. Master, I need to cum.”

“I’m almost there, kitty. Be patient.”

Jisung moans even more and flops into the bedsheets. Minho feels his cock twitch again, this time accompanied by the feeling of his approaching high.

“Cum for me, kitten.”

With that, Minho groans helplessly as his cum spurts into Jisung. A hard, almost painfully overwhelming, orgasm sweeps over him as he stutters into Jisung. Jisung, upon finally being able to release, cums all over Minho’s hand and the bedsheets. He whines all the way through it, his final and most intense orgasm of the night making him see white and all hopes at control being lost. He whines until his throat hurts and turns to panting, the two of them searching for air.

Minho releases Jisung’s cock and slowly pulls out, watching his cum seep out. He grunts, taking a mental picture for next time he was alone without Jisung to help. Minho rolls on to his back and Jisung crawls over to rest on his chest. He steadies his breathing as he hears Minho’s heart beating fast. They lie there for a while in a comfortable, satisfied silence.

“We really need to change the bedsheets,” Jisung pipes up.

#stray kids smut #minsung #minsung smut #male x male #han jisung #lee minho #catboy #jisung smut #minho smut #stray kids jisung #stray kids minho #kpop smut #stray kids

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ener-chi · 8 months

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Paid Readings and Services

Hey everyone! I am excited to announce that I am reopening my readings and services! A little bit about me: My name is Z, and my pronouns are He/They. I don't really care for labels, but if I were to use them, I would describe myself as an astral traveler, an energy worker, a spirit worker, a Reiki master, clairvoyant, claircognizant, a Buddhist, a Norse Pagan, and a reductionist witch!

As far as my services go, I do things like: channeled card draws, intuitive readings, energy readings, spirit services, Reiki healing, etc. What makes my readings unique is that I am an avid astral-traveler and energy worker. When I do readings, I connect to your energy directly, and sometimes visit you astrally, so that I can get a genuine connection to give an accurate reading. I'm grateful to have been met with much success, and to have helped so many people. You can find most feedback that I get here.

Services:

If you are interested in getting a reading, please read the instructions at the end of this post.

Channeled Card Pull

Once connected to your energy, I will intuitively pick one of the many decks best-suited for your question, and draw a card for you using an energy technique of my own. Pics will be included!

I will then channel a short message for you, about 2-3 paragraphs.

Some examples of this kind of reading can be found here and here.

General Reading

This is by far my most popular kind of reading! In this reading I connect to you energetically and astrally, and I describe what I see and hear in answer to your request. Typically I start by describing some basics about your energy, how it looks and feels, etc. I will also describe any physical/emotional/personal attributes that I am picking up about you.

From here, it depends on the purpose of the reading! If you have a specific question, I will then address it and channel it here. If there is no specific question and more of a general reading, then I will simply allow the Universe to show me what you need to hear. Sometimes I get messages, see visions, talk to guides or spirits - whatever happens, happens!

Examples of these kinds of readings can be found here, here, here, here, here, and here.

Energy Reading/Healing

In this kind of reading, I will look at and analyze your energy much more in-depth than I normally would in any other reading. I can see and feel energy, and I can also see and interact with auras as well.

So in this reading, I will give you a detailed description of your energy and your aura at the current point in time, as well as descriptions of anything else that might grab my interest, such as imbalanced chakras, stuck energy, objects in your aura, parasites, etc.

The "Healing" aspect of this reading is that I will do some light energy work on your energy and aura - mainly removing any parasites and patching holes in your aura. If you are looking for a deeper-healing service, then I recommend contacting me for a Reiki session. See below for more details.

Spirit Services

This service will largely be relative to the individual and their needs and wants. But things I can do here would be things like:

-Spirit Interviews - I can channel a spirit or spirit guide for you, ask questions, see if they have any messages for you, etc.

-Spirit Detection - If you are suspicious of a spirit hanging around you and your home, I can check for you, and if there is one, I can see what they want. If they are malicious, this brings me to my next service:

-Big Nasty ™ Removal - Sometimes malicious spirits and entities find their way to us. I can help you banish any unpleasant or malicious spirits. I am also very good at removing parasites - they usually have these fine entanglements in your energy and aura, like a leech or tick, which requires precise energy work to remove. I can do this as well.

Because of the complexity of this work, if you are interested in this service, DM me!

Disclaimer: Spirits are autonomous beings, and as such I cannot guarantee that a spirit will want to talk with me or answer specific questions that you may have. If a stranger came up to you and started talking to you and asking you questions, you aren't obligated to answer or reply; spirits are the same. Usually this isn't a problem, but I must say it on the off-chance that it does comes into play.

Reiki Healing - 30-45 minute session

If you are unfamiliar with what Reiki is, you can read my post about it here.

Reiki can absolutely be done via distance and I actually find that I'm just as effective doing it remotely as I am in person, due to my methods of astral travel and energy work.

Besides general Reiki healing, things that I can help you work on are:

-Energy/Aura reset and cleansing

-Balancing imbalanced energies and chakras

-Deeper aura/energy repair

-Deep emotional healing/release

-Inner work/healing

Unlike my other services, these Reiki Healings need to be done LIVE - meaning that we schedule some time to do it, like you would any other appointment. We don't need to be face-to-face on some video or voice call or something; messaging through Tumblr is enough. But doing it concurrently ensures that I have consent and that it is done during a good time for you (instead of like when you're driving or at work or something. That = bad).

If you are interested in booking a Reiki Session, DM me!

Questions I Won't Answer

I don't do legal or medical questions. I don't do specific time-frame requests (i.e. how many days until I meet my soulmate?). I also don't do third-party readings - which basically means doing a reading for somebody else that's not you. I can do like a relationship reading, or reading on the bond/connection between you and someone else, but that's as far as I will read on the other person without their explicit consent.

How To Get A Reading From Me

This applies to all of my services, except for Spirit Services and Reiki (for those, DM me plz!)

Send me an ask (anonymous or not) or a DM, with the following information:

1 . The Service that you are requesting, and any questions you would like answered/things you would like to me look at, if applicable. The more info, the better ((:

2 . Your info

-First Name

-Last Initial

-Preferred Pronouns

-2 Unique Physical Features

-A Fav Memory

These are NOT optional. These help me to get a clear and stable connection to your energy, so that I can read for you. Without them, I cannot give you an accurate reading.

3 . Equal Energy Exchange

The way that I do payment for readings has changed. There is a fantastic book by Frank Alper called Our Existence Is Mind, and in it he talks about the necessity of an equal exchange of energy: "This fulfills the balance of energies between the healer and the receiver. If this does not take place, the energies of healing could disperse and lose effectiveness" (76).

I fully agree with this and think that this applies to readings as well as healings. In order for my readings/healings/services/etc to be fully effective for the other person, there needs to be an equal exchange of energy. If the exchange is out of balance, either from the reader or the client, the reading could not be effective or accurate, and any energy work or healing that is done could disperse or cease to take effect.

So to do this, I leave it up to you to decide how much it's worth it to you and what would be a fair exchange, as well as how you would like to do it. It doesn't have to be money - though most people do for my readings and services - there just needs to be an balance of exchange. If you would like to explore other options for the exchange, please shoot me a message (:

If you do decide to exchange via payment, you can do it either via Tumblr Tipping or preferably Paypal. My paypal is: [email protected]

Along with the exchange, please include your name and last initial, so that I can line up your exchange with your reading request.

You can do the exchange before I do the reading, though I suppose that it would make more sense to do it after I'm done too. Either way works for me (:

Any requests that do not have the required info about you will sit in my inbox for three days before being deleted, at which point you will need to send a new request.

I think that's it! I'm excited to read for you guys again!

Blessings!

#mine #readings #psychic readings #intuitive readings #spirit work #reiki #reiki helaing #witchcraft #witchblr #paid readings #spiritblr #spirituality

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barbararomance · 2 years

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my lover, you x dtqk

synopsis! being in a relationship with the dtqk / separate!!

read me! likes, feedbacks, and especially reblogs are highly appreciated; come talk to me if you wanna repost my writings on other sites please. very soft stuff, light cursing, and all the love from your barbara mwah - should i do this with other people too lmk!! / leave a request

word count! written in bullet / hc form! 5 bullets each!

dream "suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you"

he's caring and a bubble of chaotic energy, mans likes to see you giggle so he kids around with you when the two of you are alone

the two of you on the couch just cuddling with patches, your hand lost in his fluffy hair and just snuggled up in each others warmth

hearing him yell while he's filming for twitch or youtube, him flexing him to the guys and them just loving you.

he plays around with george right? acting possessive and all, but that just radiates protective and will fight anyone who insults or hurts you boyfriend kinda vibes. i mean you've seen him on twitter right?

mildly jealous, supports your dreams lol dream will 100% not cheat. he treats you with respect unless you like being disrespected o_0

george "i take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover"

gentleman and eye candy.

millions of stupid, quirky, funky, images of the two of you together on his phone - to keep in track of your beautiful relationship.

likes to go on walks, holding hands. matching clothes!! wearing the iconic goggles together <33

you help him with his job sometimes and he helps you with yours! george gets you this cute techy e-card that says you make his world more colorful for an anniversary and your heart just melts

i think with time, communication with george becomes more and more efficient - he's sorta shy at first and then he'll eventually share tmi with you for shits and giggles.

sapnap "you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me"

you're his sweet cuddlebug. little dirty talk to make you blush and see you get shy.

he listens to you go about your day and you guys laugh about stupid shit you find on the internet, sends you memes that reminds him of you cause you do be on his mind 24/7.

going on road trips, vibing with him without a specific place to go to in mind really - y'all would go to a fucking minecraft inspired place, y'all would go to the ends of the damn earth, as long as y'all are together y'all would be down to go anywhere.

discord calls, skype videocall, chitchatting from the latest of nights to the earliest of mornings with him.

wearing his clothes, and him just staring at you with the softest look in his eyes - just for him to remind you in the cheesiest high pitched voice "you better wash that before giving it back, sweets" with an eerie smile and wide eyes

quackity "swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover"

playful, charming, and growing smile lines because of him always cracking you up.

two swifties in love >< / the two of you having a lot of inside jokes and people mentioning them unknowingly making the two of you snicker at each other

always checks up on you and tells you about his day, taking care of him and cheering him up - giving him energy to study and cooking him his favorite!

ngl the biggest simp. not really, but he likes to spoil you. period.

you are honored and blessed to see his gorgeous smile endlessly.

karl "all's well that ends well to end up with you"

attentive and sweet.

likes to make fun of you, in a non insulting way of course. he easily matches energies with you, loves to get into whatever you're into and spend quality time together

remembers details, likes to note things you like so he doesn't forget and when you mention something that makes him remember something he tells you; it just warms your heart

you get to meet cool people you love through him, but at the end of the day he's still the coolest.

dancing in the middle of the night, lip syncing to the most random song together and just having a blast with your boyfriend

#dtqk imagine #dtqk x reader #dtqk headcanons #dtqk #dtqk x you #barbararomance wrote this!

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thenerdgames · 1 year

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Checklists S-W

Last checklist post!

These checklists are being put up prior to the polls commencing in order to give fans a chance to make any corrections that might be needed (either through a reblog/reply/ask etc). If you disagree with any of the criteria selected or think more criteria should be selected, please give a reason why! Specifically, if you are going to say “x criteria should be picked-” it would be appreciated if you would give an example(s) from canon where a character demonstrated they fit that aspect of the checklist, otherwise the tick may not be able to be added in if we don’t have something to go off of.

Characters detailed here: Steve Urkel (Family Matters), Dr. Sylvester "Sylvie" Ashling (Epithet Erased), Tobey McCallister (WordGirl), Victor Frankenstein (Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus), Will Byers (Stranger Things)

Checklists under readmore.

Steve Urkel (Family Matters):

Dr. Sylvester "Sylvie" Ashling (Epithet Erased):

Tobey McCallister (WordGirl):

(Tobey gets a half-tick for academics because he does well at school it seems, but he doesn’t really seem to care about it that much - he mainly just cares about things like robots/power/gaining WordGirl’s attention/etc. Same with “pursues and values knowledge/learning” - yes, he does certainly value knowledge, but he doesn’t seem to be in any active pursuit of learning for learning’s sake or anything like that? He just wants to build his robots and such. Doesn’t seem to be any quest for knowledge he’s on. I’m happy to hear feedback on that if anyone disagrees!)

Victor Frankenstein (Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus):

Victor’s submission had “glasses” selected, but I could not find evidence/information about him having glasses in the original novel online, and I also did a cntrl+f search of “glasses” and “spectacles” in an online copy of the book which came up empty for evidence too, so I’ve unticked it. If anyone can point me to canon indication he has glasses I can tick it again!

Will Byers (Stranger Things):

#Steve Urkel #Family Matters #Sylvester Ashling #Epithet Erased #Tobey McCallister #WordGirl #Victor Frankenstein #Frankenstein; or The Modern Prometheus #Will Byers #Stranger Things #Contestants Centre

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pacificwaternymph · 1 year

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Fanfic writer ask game, sorry that this is a long list:

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

💖 What made you start writing?

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Any parent-child dynamic, especially of the found family variety, makes me go weak at the knees. Something about the unconditional love of parents, man. It just gets to me. So like any of Shrub and Xornoth's interactions in the Wolf Mother.

The chapter after the full moon detailing the aftermath, where Shrub learns that Xornoth jumped off the balcony and gradually grows more and more horrified as she realizes that once this kid actually becomes more comfortable being himself she is going to have her hands full? Had me dying.

I'm sure you'll notice hurt comfort is my BRAND. A lot of my works have themes of healing, dealing with complex emotions and trauma, and reconciliation, and put a heavy emphasis on deep interpersonal connections between the characters.

A good deal of my family does, actually. They've known about my writing ever since I've started. I've never let them, you know, read any of it, but like yeah they are aware of it. And as for friends, a fair number of my friends are also consumers and producers of fanfiction, so yeah they all know.

Not really? Whenever the motivation strikes. Which just so happens to be... right before I tell myself I'll go to bed.

Love love LOVE!! I adore hearing what you guys think of my stories, all of your ideas and suggestions and predictions, it's so so so wonderful to see that so many people read my stuff and like it, it's so surreal.

I had a really vivid image for a story in my head and was frustrated that I didn't have the art skills to draw it out. So I turned to using my words as an alternative. I've been doing this for about 5 years now.

Characters fearing being hurt in some capacity, only to be treated with kindness. This usually takes the form of a child character who is used to cruelty being adopted into a loving family, but also fairly frequently shows up as an antagonist I'm attempting to redeem expecting some sort of harsh punishment for their actions and instead being faced with, if not forgiveness, then at the very least a willingness to hear them out and a demonstration of the heroes' goodness.

Depends. Sometimes I'll completely wing it, like me not doing any research for my pirate au and just going by vibes alone, but for some specific things as well as topics I want to be able to give an accurate and respectful depiction of (such as disabilities, different cultures, religions, etc.) I'll go a little more in depth with my efforts.

Snippet beneath the cut:

Having wings was… different.

Xornoth wasn’t quite sure how he felt about them yet. Growing another pair of limbs overnight wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience, to say the least. He could only remember vague flashes, a searing pain in his back that wouldn’t abate no matter what he did. He remembered a hand in his hair and concerned voices surrounding him. But other than that… nothing.

He’d faded in and out of reality the entire time, horrific flashbacks so lifelike Xornoth almost could have sworn they were real plaguing his every moment. But the one thing he knew for sure was that his mom had been there the whole time.

- The first couple of paragraphs from chapter fifteen of the Wolf Mother

#ask game #she speaks!!#kid xornoth au

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xtom-darling-x17 · 2 years

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Hello darling 💜 may I request a moodboard with the name Lia and this pic? 🥺 also, I’m curious, which plot would you give it? 😍

Mood board for a wonderful soul - @justapurrcat

Hi Lia

Thank you so much for sending in multiple pictures!!!

I hope you love your mood boards as much as I loved making them, although it took ages. However, very much worth the time and dedication In the end results! I did 3 mood boards for you (hope your happy with all of them) please, let me know what you think. I am glad that you have participated in this event because you’re absolutely wonderful and you deserve to know! I have even created a plot for you because you specifically, asked for that Detail. best wishes 😇🥰

Side note - Love all your feedback and comments on my works, posts, etc… pls do interact much appreciated! Thank you for all your love and support! xx

Writing done notes is all so familiar, like running away in the Forest getting sidetracked, along the muddy trails. Tom brings you out of your thoughts as you write more. Feeling him wrapping his toned arms around you. ‘Do you want to take a bath with me, darling,’ softly kissing your temple, you nodded. He lifts you up, bridle style in one quick motion going outside into the bath. You are staying in a private, conceal Terrance, practically in the middle of no where for your 3 year wedding anniversary! Pulling you into his strong, broad chest he peppers kisses along your neck, cheek and shoulders. You giggle as it tickles having his gorgeous, curled, brown locks dangling on your skin. ‘Are you relaxed sweetheart?’ He questions stroking your hair, softly. ‘Mm,uh,’ you hummed, feeling content. The bath is warm, comfortable and heavenly even more so, being with Tom. After about an hour, you get both of yourself dry and dressed. Tom admires you as you read one of your favourite books. You look up confused, ‘what are you looking at pretty boy?’ You giggle as Tom has been caught red handed. He comes closer to you gently placing his hand to yours, ‘May I have this dance m’lady,’ he bowled, like royalty. You stand up taking his large hand into your smaller one. ‘Yes, you may kind sir,’ you smiled. He put on soft, classic music to dance to. Twirling you around the room so gracefully, his princess.

Tradition is key when it comes to royalty, that changes when love comes into play a little game! Music could be heard from a far in the palace hallways, a young in her mid 20s princess dancing to the soft melody of a young, musical player could be heard. Could be heard! This affair is a secret for some may fear that a princess does not belong with just a musician, who is not a prince. Scandalous moments happen with you and Tom quite a lot. Cherishing, your love and passion towards each other mysteriously, behind close doors for no eyes to see you getting caught. As you take a look at your photos of you, in extraordinary jewellery fit for a princess. Tom wraps his soft arms around you, ‘you look gorgeous my love,’ he says, you feel him smiling into your neck. Suddenly, your breath hitches as you hear a knock at your chamber door. Tom quickly goes into the closet to hid himself. ‘Come in,’ you say, your mother, the queen comes in. Looking at you with a poker face and head risen with no slouch at all, ‘my dear daughter I have came with great news,’ she smiles, even being the most despite full of all women! ‘What news,’ you say, carefully putting down your photos. ‘The prince of France has requested to marry you, of course your father and I have agreed, how delightful,’ she smiles again! ‘Yes, very wonderful mother. I need to have a bath and relax taking in this news,’ you say quickly, pushing her out the door giving her one last fake smile. Slamming the door, your mother behind it smiles at your words walking away. In reality, you crumble to the floor letting a few tears out, what has your soul become? ‘You can come out now,’ remembering Tom was still in hiding. Tom opens the closet door to your red, puffy face. After hearing everything, he comforts you whispering sweet nothings in you ear, kissing you until you giggle. Cuddling into his warm, embrace. Loving that you have Tom forever. You knew this day will come, that is why you set an escape plan with Tom years ago. Running away of your royal duties is dangerous but if love will want to play, so be it. Your going to win!

Crashing of the waves that’s all you could hear, no light other than moonlight reflecting on their souls. As their hands grasps on to each others gently, noticing a bond that is unbreakable. Tom loves the feel of your scales rubbing against his fair, soft human skin. It gives him the sense of safety and warmth. You swear that his strong arms are way too strong to be human, but not knowing any better about their kind, you do not think of it again. ‘Are you going to tell me, what you are giggling at darling,’ Tom asks, curious. You look up his brown, orbs ‘just your charm and witty ways, making me laugh because your so adorable,’ you smile, as you play with your ring that he gave you promising forever in over thousand seas. you look at him to kiss his lips. He nods smiling and kissing back, lifting your beautiful, ombre tail into his lap, again those strong, toned arms are your weakness. You feel so secure and safe in them. ‘Your so adorable, even more so gorgeous and addicting my love,’ Toms sweet words are like music to your ears, you turn your head slightly so he can kiss your plumed lips sweetly, most tender touch of you. If anyone would of guessed, it would be Tom is a merman, secretly.

Hope you have enjoyed the little blurbs that I wrote for you with your mood boards. 🥰

#tom holland x reader #lovers #tom holland #sweetness #tom holland au #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fandom #tom holland x you #tomhollandfan #tom holland fluff #royalty #princess royal #princetomholland #merman!tom holland x fem!reader #mermaid tom holland #music #moodboard #answered

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vogueinnie · 3 years

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HEAVEN OR HELL ; part. 1 TEASER - PART 1 - PART 2 - (...)

━ WARNINGS ; demon!hyunjin, virgin fem!reader

if you feel uncomfortable with the mentions of religion, please don’t read this story cause there are a lot blasphem, mentions of Lucifer and Mammon (Lucifer’s son)

sex in a public place with people around (!!!), boots riding and boot licking, corruption kink, fear kink, humiliation (and not only in a sexual way), mention of animals hunting, reader is leashed, pet name (angel), manipulation, devilish creatures

this story will contains a lot of filthy and dirty things, the warnings are here to prevent you from anything that can trigger you. so please consider them carefully.

━ WORD COUNT ; 2.5k ━ NOTE ; here is the first part of my first ever serie! feedback are so welcomed so feel free to tell me anything about this story.

Since the end of time there were two worlds. Heaven and Hell. Humans fought over which world they would belong to for the rest of their lives. The good was offered the place of angels while the worst was going to be demons.

Luckily, you’ve always been good during your lifetime. You weren’t surprised when the paradise’s gates were all open for you. As an angel, your face has the softest features, most beautiful hair, and even your aura was a pretty pale pink tone. The purest one.

The Ladybug Garden. Your favorite Heaven’s place. It was the most peaceful garden, a place where you walked in every morning. The sun was shining, as usual, the grass was a bright green and all the flowers were colorful. You jump happily in the air, your bare feet stroking the grass every time you touched the ground. You laugh softly, feeling dumb for a moment to play alone in the middle of all this flora. But you were happy, truly happy to be here. And knowing that you’ll be there forever was comforting enough to make you even more overexcited.

You heard a sound behind a tree so, curious, you approach slowly to finally see one of your angelic friends splaying with a cute white bunny.

“Felix ! I didn’t know you were here.” The boy called Felix turns around with a big smile to wave his hand at you. He was so beautiful, his eyes were beautiful shades of light brown, his lips were as pink as a rose, his hair white, and his beautiful skin was dotted with almost glittery freckled. You’ve met years ago here, and since then you were inseparable.

You barely have time to join him that Seungmin interrupted the both of you.

And let’s say, his coming is never for good reasons.

Seungmin doesn’t belong to either of the two worlds. He’s not an angel, nor a demon. He’s what we call the neutrals. Only here for the needs of both worlds. Heaven and Hell have only one rule in common ; If one of their residents is doomed, then they must be replaced by a person from the opposite world. It’s the only way to balance the loss. And that’s probably why Seungmin is here today, cause he never comes for pleasure.

“Hey, Seungmin… Is everything ok ?” Felix asked, a little bit concerned.

“Y/N you need to come with me.”

You look at him blankly, your lower lip starts to tremble a little, you exactly know what it means. You’re the angel chosen to go to Hell to offset the loss of a demon. How was it possible ? You’ve always been good to anyone. Everyone loved you. Everyone trusted you. You knew the rule, and you’d never dare to disrespect it, but you were so confused. Spending all this time in paradise, with all of your friends to finally end your life in the hands of a devilish creature.

And you know the only way to go back to Heaven was to soften a demon’s soul, but no one was able to do that until now. You were helpless, discouraged.

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You were in front of the Hell’s gates. They were dark and gigantic. It was frightening, the chills ran unpleasantly through your body, even your mind was in an awful state. Along with Seungmin, you start to walk through the alley and the first thing that strikes you is the heat you can feel. It was so unpleasant that you felt suffocating with each step. Everything was so dim around you, the only lights were the burning flame on the side. The smells of it even made you want to throw up.

Faster than you would have thought, you ended up arriving in what you suppose to be the main room. It was… disturbing how every detail was beautiful. From the grey stone walls to the delicate stained glasses, passing by the big red carpet under your feet leading to the one who ran this world.

Everyone was looking at you. And they were a lot of… people. Some of them were scary enough for you to no look at them. Red eyes, pointy teeth, almost translucent skin, huge black feather wings… Are they the ones you are going to have to live with ?

Three thrones were in front of you, and in the center of it was your Father’s son, the fallen angel, Lucifer. He was sitting proudly on his, you have to admit, beautiful golden throne. His black crown was setting perfectly on his long silver hair and his dark eyes were all on you, looking at you insistently. As the protocol obliges you, you kneel down in front of him, he was the king after all. The King of his own world. You owe him nothing but respect. You can hear him laugh, clapping in his hands as his voice rises through the walls, creating a frightening echo.

“Angel, angel look at me. You did as told. Welcome to your new…paradise, all the creepy devilish creatures laugh at his pitiful joke but stop the moment he raises his hand in the air. I knew my dearest Father was hiding all of the most beautiful angels from me. But first ! Let me introduce yourself to my own creation, my blood, my pride, my son… Mammon.”

Without noticing it at first you perceive that a tall long black-haired boy was sitting on a throne on his left. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, it was surreal how he was beautiful. His pale and perfect skin was almost shinning in the dark, his almond-like eyes were as obscure as this place, his nose was straight leading to his plump crimson lips. His face was deadpan. He was dressed in a black suit, which is not surprising for a demon, he wore leather gloves on his hands and black chunky boots. Chains were all over his body like jewelry and you come out of your mind when he asks you to come near him with only two fingers.

Again, you did as told. Not only cause you were afraid, but cause you strangely wanted to.

It was like he was controlling your body with only his pierced gaze. You approach him slowly, feeling ridiculous in your long white dress decorated with colorful butterflies with all the hungry eyes looking at you behind your back. You kneel in front of him too, breathing slowly just to try to control your rising and inevitable anxiety. You feel his two leather-like fingers lifting up your chin and you gulp at the sight of his face so close to yours.

He was analyzing you, scanning every little specific of your pretty face, turning your head slowly from right to left to not miss any details.

“Sit down.” His voice was soft yet strict. You were confused, as long as you were already kneeling. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion and your expression must amuse him cause you can see a slight smile drawn on his lips. He points his boots with his chin, leaning his back on his thrown lazily. “Ride them.”

Your mind went blank. What was he asking you, specifically? You looked at him, scared and confused, not moving an inch cause you didn’t know what to do. And you didn’t want to make him angry. But the strange feeling in your stomach was pleasant and weird at the same time.

He grabs your hair, your face approaching dangerously to his knees. He whispers so only you can hear his humiliating word.

“Make yourself cum on my boots. If you don’t do it then I’ll give you as a meal to the raging dogs. You smell good, they’re gonna love your blood, angel.”

You almost forgot how demons love to live in sin. It was scary enough to make you submit. But the worst part was probably the fact that, while looking at him in his eyes, you wanted to sin to make him proud of you. You wanted to see the oh-so-little smile on his porcelain face again.

His eyes never left yours and with your shaking body you place your two legs on either side of one of his, sitting on one of his big black boots. The material was so cold against your naked inner thighs but the sensation was magnificent. You could see him smile as he keeps on tightening your hair around his gloved hand. But you wouldn’t complain, feeling his grip was probably the only thing that can make you still feel alive in this world of debauchery. The position you were in was so uncomfortable when you start to move against his leg but your eyes went big as your cheeks went red. What was that little thing burning inside your core ? Why was it even dripping ? You wanted more of this delicious friction.

Keeping eye contact with him was surprisingly reassuring for you. Slowly, you start to grind against his boot, but focusing on him became more and more difficult with the new sensations you were feeling. A little squirm escapes your mouth, chasing after your own pleasure as you bounce against his shoes to feel the more pleasure as possible. You didn’t know what makes you do that dirty thing, but you did. It was unbelievably pleasuring. Your mind went dizzy, everything around you starts to spin and you can even feel some sweat drops running in your neck.

You wanted his dark gaze to keep looking at you, and only you. You loved the way he pats your head, smiling fondly at your pathetic figure as the unknown knot in your stomach felt like a burning mishmash of nothing but pure pleasure.

“You’ve made a real mess, angel.”

You come down from your cloud when you hear his voice, and that’s the moment you realized what just happened. Your eyes flutter and you can feel your cheek heating your skin as you’re turning your head to be sure that you’ve just ridiculed yourself and you came to the conclusion that yes… You just did.

You return your attention to him and you big round glossy eyes made him smile. A real smile, that time. It was probably fun for him to know that someone from Heaven just did… That.

“You need to clean it, I really hate dirty things.”

You were about to grab the bottom of you dress but he clicks his tongue, making you wince. His thumb found your bottom lips and he strokes it slowly, making you open your mouth like an automatism. Again, he shows you what you have to do only with his gaze.

And you melt. You were totally aware of your actions. Not only you wanted to make him proud, but you also wanted to see his dilated pupils with nothing but that special star in it.

You bow your head at the level of the boot you dirtied and your tongue starts to lick the material, making you taste your own juice. It was like a little voice in your head was asking you to do all these dirty things. But no, let’s be honest, the only reason why you’ve done that is because of Mammon. It was scary enough for you to realize that you wanted it. You felt like you needed to do it.

“I want her.”

Everyone was looking at you hungrily, all the dark eyes were on your back, examining every move you made with a grin. Panicked, you get up suddenly but your shaking legs couldn’t support your body, making you fall on your knees, again, in front of Mammon.

They were mocking you, and that’s the only reason why you felt ashamed. Otherwise, you would have only felt guilty to not be ashamed.

You hadn’t spent an hour in Hell that you were already under the influence of the Fallen Angel’s son. That’s why this place was too dangerous for angels. You were too naive, kind, easily impressionable, and weak to live in a world made of nothing but manipulative creatures.

Lucifer laughs hysterically and all his others creatures did the same. The sound was horrific, scary, the one who wasn’t moving was this beautiful boy that just humiliated you for his own pleasure. He stands up slowly and you can see how tall he looks above you. He holds out his hand to a servant, a boy who seemed pretty young, who rushes to slip an object in it. You can feel a cold metal circling your delicate neck, and you understand that he wrapped a leash around your throat.

They applause loudly and your owner pulls on the leash so you try to stand up for the second time but he shakes his head with a grin.

“Hm, hm. Walk on four legs. The leash isn’t here for nothing.”

You open your mouth but the back of his hand stroke your cheek, again, in the softest way ever. The unpleasant leather material contrasts with the sweetness of his gesture. And you decide to follow him without saying a word.

Under the waves of laughter of the demonic audience, you both leave the room. The younger boy was following you as little whimpers were escaping your mouth due to the pain you were feeling. Your knees were crawling on the ground as Mammon leads you to what you supposed to be his room.

Once you were in it you took your time to observe the room. Unsurprisingly, it was obscure. The walls were painted black, the furnitures were black, the sheets were black. Even the big beautiful chandelier was black, but yet so luminous that it makes everything harmonious. You can even see a black porcelain bathtub in the corner of the room, facing up a huge mirror.

You stay still on the ground but you can see the black-haired boy sitting on his mattress, in front of you. The other boy is still behind you, as if he was watching you so you can’t run away.

“So, what brings you here, angel ?” The demon whispers, his magnetic voice enveloping your spine with countless chills.

“I… I didn’t do anything wrong ! I haven’t been banned from the Heavens ! I… You sigh, looking down while tears could easily be spotted in the corner of your eyes. I was chosen for, you know… The balance of both worlds, Sir.”

You can hear his hums, crossing his legs in the most elegant way. An almost invisible smile was on his lips, again.

“You know you won’t be able to go back to your beloved place, don’t you ? Unless you make me fall for you which is… His laugh was loud enough to dissuade you, well… Impossible.”

The way his voice was suddenly cold scared you. Maybe that stupid rule was only here to allow the angels to keep hope. Even tho everyone knows it was already hopeless for them.

“What’s your name ?” His voice had become soft again and he starts to take off his leather gloves so you can see his beautiful long fingers. His nails were painted in black and he wears no less than ten rings.

“I’m… I’m Y/N, Sir.” You can see him nod, rubbing his hands slowly between them.

“You can call me Hyunjin when it’s only the two of us. Now that you’re mine you know that we have to be intimate, am I wrong ?”

You didn’t know what it really means but you nod. Of course, you’ve heard that in Hell, creatures love to do weird and, well… evil things. They were as wild as the animals. And of course, you couldn’t forget about that rumor that said that they hunt animals for their own pleasure. Or that other rumor saying that sex is an integral part of their lives. You shake your head just thinking about that and that’s when you realize that Hyunjin was standing in front of you with the creepiest smile.

“You’ll be there with me. For the eternity, angel.”

Despite the fact that the whole situation was surreal for you, the fact that Mammon, or Hyunjin, was being what is akin to kindness to you seem… Utterly wrong. Why was he even nice ? And why were his eyes abnormally and horrifically black suddenly ?

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#skz smut #stray kids smut #hyunjin smut #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #hyunjin x reader #heaven or hell ; the serie

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Sonic the Hedgehog Movie 2: POTENTIAL TEST SCREENING

A couple weeks ago, a Reddit User under the name “Madethis4Sonicmovie2” created a post discussing their test screening experiences on the second Sonic the Hedgehog film. Throughout the discussion post, the Reddit user explains that they are not a Sonic fan. Most of what the user writes was how they’ve interpreted the scene and their understanding of the lore through some games that they’ve played. That, and they also try to compare some of the scenes to DBZ, a franchise that they’re much more familiar with. The user also make it a point to state that they view themselves as a “harsh critic,” though do apologize for it. They’re also not used to critiquing children’s media, which they also state a few times in their post. If they’re not clear on what they saw in their test screening, they ask for the reference meaning to the Sonic Community. The Reddit user also says that they did see the first film and greatly enjoyed the second one better.

Even though they believed for the film to be a generic kid’s film, they believe that this film will appeal to fans and non-fans more than the first one did.

There wasn’t much of a summary to go other than reading about the emotions and some of the trivia that they’ve seen. Most of the film was still in its post-production stage. Some scenes were not complete while others needed tweaking on lighting and shading on the CGI characters. The overall impression that they’ve received from the film was that it was very enjoyable with much more world building. Because it’s done a good job with explaining certain scenarios to the audience, the Reddit user believes that it wouldn’t be hard for outsiders of the fandom to understand. The only thing that some audience members would struggle with in the film were the inside jokes that long-term fans would understand.

With this in mind, this is what the Reddit post detailed. Keep in mind that these are spoilers.

Key Notes:

The moral of the movie is “if you believe in yourself, then anything is possible!” On a side note, the Reddit user believes that this theme applied more to Tails rather than Sonic, stating that Tails has a moment where he gains enough courage to help Sonic fight.

Though the Reddit user does debate that Sonic has more confidence in himself than he did in the first film. He’s still the “Sonic” seen in the first film, him being a kid, but he’s learning to understand the role of being a superhero.

There is placeholder music and licensed music in the film as well. No mention so far of Crush 40 appearing in the film.

The Reddit user explains that Jim Carrey nailed the role! They also explain that Dr. Robotnik is a complete maniac.

(This is an open definition to viewers. It could range from comical to something darker).

Dr. Robotnik invents a teleportation device.

Dr. Robotnik also dresses in black clothing like he did in the first film.

The Reddit user supports this remark by detailing a scene where Dr. Robotnik loses his cool a bit when returning to Earth and complains about how he was outsmarted by a “rejected Dr. Seuss character.”

Dr. Robotnik does create Badniks and references them as “Badniks.”

The Reddit user gave the example of the motorbug looking like a motorcycle with a ladybug exterior. Buzzbombers look more like wasps.

There is a “robot version of Eggman.”

Metal Sonic does not make an appearance. The Reddit user does believe that G.U.N. may have hinted that they’re building Metal Sonic.

It’s also important to note that there were no mentions of Silver and AmyRose in their screening.

There are heavy nods to Sonic Lore, specifically with the echidna tribes. Most of the lore is explained in either flashbacks and/or with echidna lore.

Most of the time is spent on Earth, but we do see other planets. Sonic and Tails do travel all around the world.

The Reddit user also says that we see more of Sonic’s world when Dr. Robotnik tries to teleport back to Earth.

There are heavy nods to both inside and outside references of the Sonic Franchise. Due to their experiences with the franchise, they inform other Reddit users that they couldn’t share and explains all of the references.

However, they were very happy with Sonic fans when hearing their feedback and learning what some references are.

At this time, the voice actor/actress for Tails is still undetermined. The Reddit user said “it was like Tom Holland, but with a higher-pitched voice.”

Sonic makes a remark saying, “You’re too slow!”

Sonic makes a remark saying, “I’m not a rat! I’m a hedgehog!”

Knuckles makes a remark saying, “Knock, knock scrambled egg.”

(The Reddit user explains that this scene in the movie was also very enjoyable).

Sonic and Tails bond over how they know Longclaw in the film. The Reddit user explains that this is their favorite scene in the movie.

Knuckles has an American-like accent, not a British one.

Sonic encounters Tails on a run, but “freaks out” when he sees another alien creature like him. Sonic also freaks out when he sees that Tails can almost match his speed while running.

There is a funny scene of Sonic enjoying his alone time at home, even showing a montage of all the things that he shouldn’t do when Tom and Maddie are at home.

(Think of the montage scene from Home Alone (1990′s).

The Reddit user explains that Knuckles was exiled from the clan for freeing Longclaw as a prank with friends.

There is an artist in the movie that tries to draw Sonic. To Sonic’s discovery, he sees that the artist drew his 2019 design and plays “Gangster’s Paradise” on the radio.

The Reddit user states that they believe that this is the crew’s nod to the original design.

The Reddit user says that there were scenes in the movie that they felt like were more of a placeholder in the film. The reference to Gremlin Sonic being one of these scenes.

Tom and Maddie do go to Rachel and Randall’s wedding.

There are several action scenes, but the Reddit user explains that the most enjoyable ones are when Sonic and Tails fight Knuckles a couple of times.

And with the action scenes, there are many Quicksilver references that Sonic does as well.

On top of that, the Reddit user explains that each character has their own unique abilities. (For example, Sonic is associated with having powers cater to the element of lightning).

Longclaw is alive in the film, but she’s aged and weak.

Longclaw sends Tails to Earth to retrieve Sonic due to her wanting him to safe.

Sonic stays at home on planet Earth, but is supplied with many rings to travel back and forth to visit Knuckles Tails, and Longclaw.

Sonic being a living chaos emerald could be true, but the Reddit user explains that an emerald was sealed inside of Sonic after being born.

Chaos emeralds are not referenced as “Chaos Emeralds” in the film, they were referenced as just “emeralds.”

However, the Reddit user does recap that there might be a name and they didn’t catch it.

Super Sonic is not referenced as “Super Sonic” in the film, but as something else.

Super Sonic can fly in the film and doesn’t need all seven Chaos Emeralds to go “super.”

Sonic references Tails as “Miles” a few times that they meet, but later gives him the nickname “Tails.”

There is a post-credit scene. The Reddit user believes that it’s a heavy nod to Shadow the Hedgehog due to the there being multiple clones modeled like Sonic that G.U.N. has made.

Due to this post-credit scene, the Reddit user holds hopes that there will be a third movie soon.

As of now, the Reddit post is still available for you to read. The Reddit user is mindful of the NDA and purposely phrased some of their spoilers to be vague, but knows that their thread may be removed soon. I know that these may sound fake, however, there have been individuals in the past who have viewed the first film and proved to be right. Like many of you, I hope that this is a real but I will remain cautious. If these facts resurface as being false, let’s not attack the individual. The only that should matter is that we’re excited for the second film. Be mindful that they’re a human being as well. Treat others the way that you would like to be treated.

What are all of your thoughts so far of the film? Share your thoughts and opinions! And if you’ve spotted something that I’ve missed, please share with me! I’m very excited to know!

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The Artist and The Musician

→ I do not claim to know corpse- therefore please don’t think that this is what he would actually act like, or that any details about his life are actually true. this is fiction.

→ Pairing: Corpse Husband X Fem!Reader

→ Genre: Fluff.

→ Words: 5.6k

→ Request: Hey! It’s me again lmao I was curious maybe like sykunno or raes little sister (like 2 or 3 years younger) meets the group and her and corpse just click. How would either of them react to them hearing the news that their little sis is dating corpse and like they’ve moved in together and everything idk I thought it’d be cute💛

→ Warnings: Swearing.

→ Authors Note: Its been a hard couple of weeks and im really sorry that this took so long to be done but depression rlly hit me and I could barely move myself. I hope you enjoy this, and if you do, please comment some words of encouragement or feedback 💛

→ if you have some spare change , consider buying me a coffee.

You sighed as you finally dropped the last box in your new room, stretching to get rid of the pains in your back. Grabbing your phone, you moved over to Sykkunos room, knocking before sticking your head in.

"You want subway?" you asked when he looked up from the computer. He nodded with a quick smile, and as you closed the door behind you, you could hear him talking to the stream, letting them know that it was just his sister. Quickly ordering on Ubereats, you slumped on the sofa, closing your eyes and resting for a bit.

You had decided to move in with Sykkuno a month ago, the same week you'd decided to drop out of college. It wasn't something your parents were happy with, but after seeing how big your art and business had gotten, they had let you drop out. You'd dropped out and moved to LA, moving into an apartment with Sykkuno since he had to leave the OTV house. Sykkuno had moved in a week earlier which was why his room and computer was all set up. You'd only moved in today, spending a few weeks at home with your parents before leaving for LA. Stretching, you grabbed your phone, checking how long it would be until the food came, and then clicking on Instagram. Your most recent post was of this morning, a photo of you sitting on top of half the boxes in your room, throwing a peace sign at the camera. Sykkuno had taken it for you, the whole process taking 10 minutes cuz you made him take it at 45 different angles. Scrolling through the comments, you liked a few, replying to the ones by your best friends.

@selinaissss: "HOW DARE YOU LOOK THIS PERFECT AT 8 IN THE MORNING????"

→ @junefarie: i look like a racoon dont u dare

@onlyalyssa: "we need a house tour"

→ @junefarie: bitch I dont even have a bed yet

You grabbed the subway order when the bell rang, saying a quick thank you to the delivery man. You left yours on the table, and went to Sykkunos room, yelling "Sykkuno catch!" before throwing it at him, giggling as he leapt forward from his chair to catch it. Closing the door softly behind you, you jumped onto the couch, sitting cross-legged, grabbing your sketchbook and pencils from your backpack and setting them on your lap. It was time to wind down a bit.

It was a week later and you had unpacked fully, now focusing more on creating new pieces of art for a shop update. You were also working on some designs specifically for shirts and hoodies. Sykkuno found you in front of your computer, blanket wrapped around you and glasses perched on your nose as you emailed the manufacturer you were working with for the hoodies.

"Un, y/n?" he said hesitantly knocking on the door. You spun around in your chair, raising your eyebrows at him. "What's up?"

He walked in, sitting down gingerly on the edge of the bed and you got your water from the table, taking a sip as you wait for him to talk.

"I um- You know how I- I play Among Us right?" he asked, scratching his neck.

You hummed in response, urging him on with a nod. Sykkuno was almost never this nervous around you. Most of the time, you guys talked normally, joking and teasing each other. For him to be stuttering around you, he must have been extremely nervous.

"Well, you know Rae right? She um, she asked me to make a lobby," he said, standing up and pacing now. You furrowed your brows, confused as to where this was going.

He was explaining what a lobby was (which what the fuck, you watched his streams, of course you knew what a lobby was, why was he explaining that) when you cut him off, getting up and grabbing his shoulders to stop him.

"Hey, what's wrong?" you asked, holding his shoulders with both your hands.

He sighed and slumped into you, his head coming to a rest on your shoulder.

"Rae asked me to make a lobby and it's the first time I've ever made one and I'm really nervous about it. I've already invited people, but um I was wondering if you wanted to join as well? I- It would help me to have you there." he muttered, the words muffled as he spoke into your shoulder.

"Me?" you asked, a little shocked because you had never played among us before.

He nodded against your shoulder.

"Um sure!" you said, wrapping your arms around his middle, "It'll be fun!"

"And hey," you added on when he didn't say anything after that, "I can meet all your friends as well!"

He finally lifted his head a little, smiling as he muttered out a quick "Thanks y/n."

"However," you added, jumping back onto your seat and wiggling your eyebrows at him. "You have to buy me pizza for tonight's dinner."

He chuckled, grabbing his phone and already mutterng the order to himself as he opened up the ubereats app and walked out of the room.

You turned back to the laptop humming a tune under your breath. From interactions like this, most people would probably assume that you were older but the truth was that Sykkuno was 5 years older than you. Your roles were reversed and you were probably more protective over him than anyone else. Once in high school a girl had called him cute and asked him for his number only to write it on the bathroom walls. After the first three prank calls, you'd taken the phone from him yelling at anyone who called that if they called again, that you'd personally track them down and shove a dildo up their ass.

Both of you had always been close, but with the amount of bullying and teasing he got in high school, you'd got even closer, eventually becoming his best friend in a way. Seeing Sykkuno grow as a person, get new friends who were genuinely nice and kind made you the happiest person alive. When Sykkuno had first started streaming you'd been worried, scared that people online would say something mean. When he had first started streaming with other streamers and then met Lily and all his other friends, you had been anxious, worrying that they might only be putting up a friendly facade. You were also the happiest though when he grew even closer to them, when he smiled more, laughed more, talked more.

You had yet to meet or talk to any of his friends, mostly because you'd been in college, and the pandemic had made it harder. Maybe it was finally time.

The day came and you sat in your room, once again a blanket wrapped around you, glasses perched on your nose as you accepted the discord invite Sykkuno sent you.

"DO I GO IN THE CHAT THINGY?" you yelled to Sykkuno, hearing a "YES" before clicking on the voice chat.

You mumbled a "hello", wondering if your mic was on.

"Hey, yeah I can hear you y/n."

Breathing a sigh of relief, you logged into the game, smiling as you heard sykkuno introduce you to his chat. "Hi everyone," you said, feeling a bit weird only talking to a screen. You rubbed your hands, a little nervous to be doing this.

Just then someone else joined and before you could even speak another three people joined as well, all of them yelling hello as they joined.

"He- Hey guys, how's everyone doing?" started sykkuno.

"Im doing great oh my god, guess what guys, I'm-" started Rae, cutting herself off. "wait, whos um "ms snores a lot"?

You were a bit confused for a second, furrowing you eyebrows for a second before realising what had happened.

"SYKKUNO YOU ASSHOLE WHAT THE FUCK?" you yelled, staring at the name underneath the voice channel that you now realised belonged to you. You could hear Sykkunos laughter from the other room but you just spluttered indignantly. He was the one who had set up everything on your computer yesterday because technology was something that you rarely messed around with.

"Sykkunooo" you whined, when he kept laughing, "How the fuck do I change it now?"

"Um wait, sykkuno who is this?" asked Rae, the other three echoing her. You glanced at the names and from the voices figured out that it was Rae, Toast, Sean and Corpse in the lobby.

"Hey okay, so guys this is my sister, her names y/n and we recently moved in together, so I asked her to be in the lobby because... um.." he said stuttering at the end to find a reason.

"Because he wanted to embarrass me apparently!" you exclaimed, giving him a way out.

"Oh god, um - you can change it in settings, at the bottom near where your name is."

"Ahhh," you said finding it and then simply typing in your art business name.

"Its nice to meet everyone by the way," you started. "I've been watching your videos for ages so it almost fels like I already know you"

Raes voice started in your ears and you winced at the volume befoe turning it down a bit.

"I would love to say that Sykkuno has told us a lot about you, but the truth is that he keeps a lot of secrets and I didnt even know he had a sister, I AM SO SHOCKED RIGHT NOW"

You gasped. "Sykkuno what the fuck, you didn't even tell Rae?"

"You told me not to tell a lot of people!" he protested.

You heard someone saying "they're so different!' but you ignored it and kept talking.

"Yeah at the start! and on stream! I can't believe you never even said you had a sister." you spluttered out, followed by another gasp.

"Are you embarrassed of me?" you whispered dramatically.

"N-What no of course not!" he exclaimed, and you could also imagine how wide his eyes would have gotten.

You giggled before telling him that you were only joking.

"Um since sykkuno is embarrassed of me," you said jokingly, "I'll just tell you myself."

"I'm like five years younger than sykkuno, I'm a June baby, I do art, my star sign is cancer, I'm 5'4, I recently moved in with sykkuno, and my favourite colour is purple!"

"Oh is that why your username is junefarie? Because you were born in June?" asked Sean.

Before you could say yes, someone else cut in.

"Wait, junefarie?" asked corpse, "like the artist?"

Your eyes widened as you realised that he knew you. Sure you had quite a few followers, but you never expected any of Sykkunos friends to know you from there.

"Um yeah," you said letting out a shocked laugh, "I didnt expect anyone here to know about me."

"Dude, your art is fire!" he exclaimed, voice louder now. "I was honestly thinking of buying a piece soon, I've followed you for ages!"

"Wait, I wanna see as well." whined Rae, "Ima look you up, are you on Instagram?"

"Um," you said still shocked by the fact that somone this big knew you. "yeah I'm on instagram, its just junefarie." you said first replying to Rae, "Um corpse, thankyou so much! thats so nice of yo!"

"Um my art isn't that great yet," you chuckled, embarrassed by all the attention now. "I'm hoping to improve a lot more and I have a bunch of ideas for it as well. I'm hoping to work more now that I moved in with Sy."

"Oh my god, this is amazing," whispered Rae, Toast and Sean echoing her. You ducked your head even though no one could see you. Your cheeks were blazing hot and you pressed your hands to them to cool yourself down.

"Thankyou," you mumbled, not sure what to say.

Someone else entered the lobby, and said "hi" and you welcomed the source of distraction.

"Hi! I'm Sykkunos sister, y/n!" you said , wanting to move away from the topic of your art.

The reply of "sykkuno has a SISTER?" made everyone laugh, successfully moving the attention to Sykkuno and off your art. Finally Sykkuno started the game and you breathed as you lost yourself in the art of gaming.

"OH MY GOD!" yelled Rae as the game ended and everyone appeared in the lobby. "That was like amazing, Y/N I cant belive you pulled that off!"

She was talking about the last game where there was 50/50 between corpse and Sykkuno (because you refused to kill sykkuno when you were imposter) and you somehow managed to convince Sykkuno that it was Corpse.

"Honestly, neither can I!" you exclaimed back staring at your screen, eyes blurring the screen because of how tired you were.

"I can't believe Sykkuno," mumbled corpse. "I literally said I saw her vent and kill toast and Sykkuno was still like "hmmm, I don't think so."

Giggling at Sykkunos yell of "SHES MY SISTER" you yelled out a bye as everyone started leaving and then struggled to find a way to end the call.

"Wait, how do I end it," you muttered to yourself.

You jumped as Corpse talked, not expecting anyone to be there.

"You can see yoru name at the bottom left right? Its above that but a little to the right." he said chucling a little.

"Oh." you said, you cheeks heating up. You didnt know if it was because of him or because you were utterly useless with technology.

"Um thankyou," you said awkwardly.

"No problem."

You exited out of the call, a small smile at your lips.

Sykkunos friends were nice.

After the stream, your fanbase grew, and with it, the number of orders as well. For the next week, you were buried under orders, only leaving the house to go to the post office.

An Instagram post on @junefarie account:

[ID: A photo of y/n and sykkuno standing in the middle of the living room, packages scattered everywhere. Y/n is hugging Sykkuno tight and Sykkuno is staring at the camera, a distressed look on his face.]

Caption: Thankyou so much for all my supporters and all the love shown to me. Sending out loads of orders and I cant wait for you gusy to get yours! Special thanks to @sykkuno for helping me send out orders. luv yu.

Comments:

@Sykisacutie: best sibling duo!

@valkyrae: hope my order is in their as well.

→ I SCREAMED WHEN SY TOLD ME THAT WAS YOUR NAME.

@corpse_husband: sykkuno looks like he's accepted death.

→ @sykkuno: I would have welcomed death at that point

→ @corpse_husband @sykkuno: okay ill be honest, I would have welcomed death as well.

@ariesin: go best friend, go! we need to get together to paint soon !!

→ SOONNNNNN

You flopped onto your bed, every part of your body hurting. Carrying boxes filled with orders down the stairs had tired your whole body, which wasn't used to any exercise at all. That had taken practically the whole day and then you had to clean your room because the mess from the orders had barely left any room to move. You flung your hand to the side, grabbing your phone from the table and bringing it up to your face. The "1:02" was clearly visible on your screen and you unlocked the phone, heading to Twitter. Scrolling through your feed, you liked a few tweets from friends before gearing yourself up and moving to the messages. Ever since you'd played with Corpse, Sykkuno and everyone, you'd been getting a lot of messages. Most of them were just the streamers fans, asking you if you know them or telling you to take care of sykkuno. There were a few though that targeted you, telling you that your art sucked, that they didn't know why Corpse could like my art. You'd taken to deleting them before sleeping so that your inbox wouldn't get cluttered and you could still find any serious requests or messages from your followers. Therefore, you didn't really think anything of it when there was another message from someone with a Corpse icon and you clicked on it only to see the message and gasp, immediately sitting up in bed.

Corpse_Husband → Hey, I was wondering if I could work with you on something? I really love your art and was wanting to commission or collaborate for an album cover or some merch designs. Message me on this number cuz I barely see my dms.

Underneath was a number.

"Oh my god," you whispered, unsure as to what to do.

When you had decided to drop out of college, you had expected hard days. You had expected your normal orders and mostly just improving your art and marketing it more. You had expected long days and not much money in the bank account. You certainly had not expected the immense amount of orders you'd gotten. Along with that, the amount of love and support had taken you by surprise and you had spent the last night crying because of how much love you and your art were getting.

You had also not expected such a big opportunity just landing at your feet.

Quickly you clicked on the number, putting it in your contacts with the name Corpse and then writing a quick message.

"Hey I got your twitter dm! I've personally never done art for merch or album covers but I would love the opportunity!"

You bit your lip, confused as to whether that was enough before deciding it was fine and just sent it.

Your heart beat a little faster as you slumped back onto the bed.

@junefarie Instagram story:

[ID: A zoomed-in picture of a drawing, the only part that was visible was curly hair. The text read: "Working on something SO COOL"]

Your phone was ringing. Stuffing the rest of the pizza in your mouth, you swept your hand over the covers of your bed, trying to find it. With a muttered "aha", you grabbed it and swiped on the call before it ended. Pressing the phone to your ear, you mumbled a "hello", still chewing the pizza bite.

A low rapsy voice came out of the speaker, one that you definitely didn't expect. You choked on the pizza, coughing out pieces onto the bed. Sure you guys had messaged each other a bit (you kinda had to because of the commission), but you hadn't expected him to call out of nowhere.

"Um I hope this isn't a bad time," he said when you didn't respond for a second. Of course, he didn't exactly know that hearing his voice so close to your ear had you frozen for a second.

"Um no," you replied, coughing slightly to clear your throat. "It's fine! What did you wanna talk about?"

"Oh, um I know you're already working on the commission and its looking great! I can't wait to work with the merch team to create something really cool with it, but um-" he broke off for a second sounding hesitant. "I really wanna get another commission done as well."

"Oh?" you said after a second when he didn't reply. "I'd be happy to do another one for you!"

"Uh yeah, but I'm afraid that I might be a bit late, You see I was wondering if it could be done before Christmas?"

You sucked in a breath as you counted the days in your mind.

"Hmm, it depends on how big it is tbh. There's still 2 weeks to go till Christmas so I could fit it in," you mumbled, biting your lip as you remembered the onslaught of orders you still had to send out.

"Well," he started and you smiled a little as the excitement crept into his voice. "You know that Sykkuno, Rae, Toast and me are called the 4 Amigops right? I kinda wanted a portrait of all 4 of us, in our um among us colors, and I basically wanted to print it out and send to each of them for Christmas."

"Aww, that sounds like such a good idea, I'm sure they'll all love it!" you smiled, thinking about how much Sykkuno would appreciate that.

"Uh thanks," he mumbled, "do you think you can get it done?"

"Sure!" you replied immediately. You did have a lot of orders, yes, but like, you could fit Corpse in. If you pulled a few all-nighters. "I'll send you the sketches soon okay?"

"Oh thank god, thankyu so much for this y/n, I really appreciate it. Youre one of my favourite artists and I'm really happy that I could finally commisison you after so long."

"So long?" you questioned. "Since when have you known about my art?"

There was a moment of silence and then "Um, around the time you still posted your sketches and stuff I guess?"

You furrowed your eyebrows thinking for a second before letting out a gasp.

"Corpse that was 4 years ago!"

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, oh my god, I cant believe you've seen those, I was so bad then!"

"No no, they were really good at that time as well! I was so shocked when Sykkuno told us you were his sister because like, I'd been following you for ages and I had absolutely no idea. You guys are like really different."

"Hah yah, Sykkunos so soft, and then there's me. An actual devil."

"Your usernames so different as well! I remember when I first saw a picture of you on your account and I was kind of shocked because based on the name junefarie, I was expecting someone very soft I guess but then you were literally the opposite and wearing actual devil horns."

"Oh god, that was one of the first few photos I posted of myself. that was on Halloween I think,", you took a deep breath still shocked that Corpse had known about you for that long,

"Yeah, I chose junefarie because...”

It was 2 hours later when Corpse said that he should probably be working on his music.

"Oh I'm so sorry," you apologized, "I didn't mean to keep you,"

"Oh no, I um, I liked talking to you."

Your breath caught for a moment and you smiled like a lunatic at your Pokémon covered bedsheets.

"I liked talking to you as well," you whispered out, heart sinking a little as you realized the call would be ending soon.

"Um, do you, maybe want to stay on call? like I'll just be writing and we can just chill?" he asked and you felt like your prayers had been answered.

"yes" you said quickly, not giving him a chance to back out.

He chuckled, and you fell in love a little.

Just a little.

You continued like that, calling each other every few days, talking so much and then at times, not talking at all, simply content with each others company.

He had even started facetiming you, the first time with a mask and then the second without it. You hadn't made a big deal about it, but the first time you saw him, you could barely breathe.

There were five days left until Christmas when you got the idea.

You were entirely not subtle about it, because, well to be honest, there wasn't a subtle bone in your body.

"Hey Corpse, do you like surprises?" you had asked, in the middle of colouring Raes hair (her hair was the last thing left before you could finally print the goddamn thing)

"It depends," he had murmured after a second, voice sending shivers down your spine like every time. Now whether that was because of his voice or because of him, you weren't entirely sure.

"on what?" you prodded when he refused to answer.

"On whether its a good one or a bad one" he had huffed out.

You had hummed, waited for a second and then blurted out that next question because you did not have a cent of patience.

"So what are you doing at Christmas?"

"Sleeping, if I can manage it," he replied, his voice taking on a sardonic tone, eyes flicking to you on the screen. The only thing he could see though was the top of your head because you had your iPad on the bed and were laying over it as you drew.

"Not with that attitude you aren't," you replied right back, making a small smile appear across his face.

"Hmmm, okay!" you said when he didn't reply.

He looked back over, eyebrows furrowed and mouth opening as he started to question you.

"Hey did you see the video I sent you?" you quickly asked distracting him from his question.

He would probably guess the surprise but that was okay. You only wanted to make a smile appear on his face. And honestly, for someone with anxiety, a small warning of a surprise was definitely needed.

It was Christmas day and you woke Sykkuno up at 6 in the morning with the promise that you'd buy him McDonald's. 30 minutes later, you were both in the car, yelling the lyrics to "All I want for Christmas" at the top of your lungs.

You had told sykkuno of your plan a few days ago and he had smiled at you with that stupid smile, agreeing with a small "alright."

You'd immediately realised that he knew. Even though you pretended otherwise, Sykkuno was the older one and the thing about older siblings was that they always knew.

They always knew.

So there you were, snacks loaded into your car, McDonald's fries practically everywhere, and a cake you had made in the backseat, on your way to Corpses house.

There was a lull in the music, and you were only 30 minutes away from his place, butterflies fluttering in your stomach when Sykkuno asked you a question.

"You like him right?" he murmured, head leaning against the window, eyes closed.

There was a moment of silence as you thought about what to say. Did you like Corpse? Of course, you liked Corpse! He was funny, he was nice, he made you feel like you were the only person that mattered and your heart beat faster than ever whenever he looked at you. Hell, that was through a screen, in real life, it would probably be even worse. So of course you liked him! The question was, did he like you back?

"Yeah," you answered Sykkuno, eyes straight on the road.

A second passed and then he smiled. "Good," he replied. and well. That was that. You sighed.

At least you had your brothers blessing.

Pulling into the apartment building, you breathed in, your heart beating a million times a second and the butterflies in your stomach had turned into snakes. Maybe, maybe this wasn't a good idea at all. I mean, you expected Corpse to get the hint but what if he didn't? and what if he didn't want you to come? Maybe you were being too quick. After all, It'd only been a month since you'd met.

These thoughts plagued your mind as you trudged up the stairs, turning to Sykkuno as you reached the door.

"Maybe we shouldn't have come," you whispered to him.

He looked at you, eyebrows high, "We just travelled two hours to get here. There's no way im going back without at least giving him the print."

"What if he doesn't want us to be here?" you hissed.

"Then we'll go away." he stated, "after we give him the print."

"But what if-"

Before you could even finish your sentence, the door opened and you both jumped, turning to face the person standing in the doorway.

You forced yourself to breathe as you finally saw him. It was him. Wearing a black beanie, half his hair spilling out the sides, stubble clear on his chin... it was him. At that moment, there was only one thought in your mind.

You were gonna marry this man.

"You suck at whispering," he said, and you huffed out a laugh, jumping onto him without even responding. You wrapped your arms around him, not letting go until Sykkuno cleared his throat from behind you.

You turned back immediately, grabbing the stuff in Sykkunos hands so he could greet Corpse too. As they awkwardly did their handshake/fistbump thing, you walked over to the couch behind them, putting down the print and the takeaway bags, and putting the cakebox down on the table.

You turned around to see them both standing there staring at you.

"Surprise?" you said when no one else spoke. That broke the ice a little and you grabbed the print from the couch thrusting it at Corpse.

"Open it. Open it. Open it." you mumbled, your heart beating fast as he carefully ripped the paper off. The smile that overtook his face made your heart immediately calm.

"It's beautiful," he whispered, eyes roaming everywhere, trying to take it all in. Clearing his throat, he nodded his head further into the apartment, mumbling that he was going to put it in the room, eyes still on the print as he walked there.

"You smile is gonna blind me," muttered Sykkuno.

"Oh shut up."

A few hours later, you stood in the kitchen, putting the leftover cake into Corpses fridge. You had all chilled, eating cake and the takeout that you and sykkuno had bought, laughing every few minutes. It felt like you were all on an adrenaline rush. You had facetimed Rae and Toast, Rae shrieking when she realised where you guys were. Sykkuno had just fallen into a nap, still tired from being wakened up so early, you assumed.

You leaned against the kitchen bench, smiling as Corpse walked in.

"Thankyou." he said as he came to a stop next to you, matching your position.

"For what?" you mused, even though you had a good enough idea.

"For the print. For coming here. For making my Christmas, a much happier affair than it has been my whole life." he stated, chuckling at the last point.

You turned your head sideways, and you didn't know what it was, but something about his face made you spurn into action. You grabbed his collar, pulled him down, and kissed him before he could even say anything. It would be too cliche to say that fireworks erupted. And if you were being honest they didn't. Instead, it felt like everything was finally right. You fit perfectly in his arms as they wrapped themselves around you, and you smiled into the kiss as he lifted you up, making you sit at the counter. You twirled the hair at the nape of his neck with your left hand, taking a deep breath in as you both slowed down and pulled away.

"Well," he whispered, "that was unexpected."

You raised a single eyebrow. Honesty you'd done a lot for this relationship. You just drove for nearly 3 hours! If he wanted it to progress, he was gonna have to say it himself.

"But not unwelcome," he continued when you didn't speak. A moment passed, where you could see that he was psyching himself up to say something. Finally, with a heaving sigh, he whispered "Darling, would you do me the honour of being called yours?"

You melted right there.

A nod was all he needed before he grabbed your lips with his again, both of you giggling when he accidentally hit the side of your mouth instead of the lips.

The sound of a picture being taken filled the air, making you spring apart and swing your heads over to the doorway, which had sykkuno leaning against it, his phone in his hand.

"Thank god. Rae and Toast bet that you wouldn't confess until after Christmas, so now they both owe me 20 bucks." he said, now fiddling on the phone. "Dont worry Corpse, I'll add a circle over your face or something."

Your mouth dropped open as you stared at your brother.

"You bet on my love life?" you scoffed, still shocked.

At his nod though, you swung off the bench, marching until you were eye to eye to him.

"I want half the winnings."

Rolling his eyes, he turned back to the living room, jumping onto the sofa.

"C'mon, let's watch one more episode before heading back," he said and you jumped in next to him, patting the space next to you as Corpse came in behind you.

You grabbed Sykkunos hand and squeezed it, letting him know that you were grateful that he didn't make it such a big deal. Leaning your head on corpses shoulder, you smiled to yourself.

You'd have to leave in 30 minutes, to drive back to your parents and spend the rest of Christmas with them, leaving Corpse behind. And that made you a bit sad sure, but it couldn't overpower the feeling of pure happiness at being here. At giving him a happier Christmas. You smiled as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

Nothing could overpower this feeling of absolute happiness.

fin.

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