#Santa is not only a Dream fan

[lieutenantfloyd]

MW2 men + General headcanons

Includes: Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, Price, Gaz, and Rodolfo

Ghost

Keeps a hello Kitty keychain in his pocket at all times (and can’t sleep without it)

Insists on getting stuffed crust every time he/someone orders pizza

Spends a lot of time daydreaming

Is always listening to music (It keeps him alert and helps keep his anxiety away)

Has bad sensory issues + ticks and intrusive thoughts

Hates cilantro (but doesn’t think it tastes like soap)

Isn’t allowed to use sharp objects in the kitchen

Sometimes eats toothpaste *as a treat*

Has a library card and only uses it to check out joke books intended for 3rd grader’s 

Never returns the books and now has thousands of dollars in late fees

Soap

His favorite food is cherry pie

 Eats multiple bowls of cereal a day (Price is becoming concerned)

Isn’t a huge fan of his Mohawk, but he thinks it makes him look tougher

Reads romance books in his free time

Meticulously shapes his eyebrows every few weeks

Drinks orange juice after brushing his teeth every morning

Spends way too much money on Marzipan De La Rosa + cries every time it breaks

Alejandro

Smells like vanilla, leather, and sage with a hint of roses

Keeps hard candy in his pockets at all times

Rudy is the only person he trusts to cut his hair

Lives on his family’s ranch outside of Las Almas

Frequently invites Los Vaqueros to his ranch and always makes sure they have a warm meal and a safe place to sleep

Comes from a long line of Vaqueros, and named Los Vaqueros in their honor

Gives great, albeit unsolicited, advice

His favorite song is California Love by 2Pac

Makes sure both TF 141 and Los Vaqueros know they can come to him for anything, even the most small of problems

Price

Has three older sisters

Is a natural ginger

Spent most of his childhood in Australia

Watches early 2000’s romcoms in his bunk when he’s deployed (and always ends up sobbing into his pillow)

Has a wide knowledge of Middle age and Saxon history

Loves a good mocktail

Reads a lot of Historical fiction

Has accidentally eaten dog treats (thinking they were cookies) on more than one occasion

His hat was a gag Christmas gift from Laswell but he thought it was serious + is his favorite gift he’s ever received

Dresses up as Santa every year and forces everyone to sit on his lap and tell him what they want for Christmas

Gaz

Didn't join the army when he was 18, and instead worked on yachts and charter ships for a few seasons

Struggles with self confidence + often feels like he doesn't belong with 141

Has very strong opinions on the PlayStation vs Xbox debate

Really admired Ghost, but is too nervous to tell him

His favorite video game is DBH

Is in a secret Book/Movie club with Price and Soap

Develops a crush on almost everyone he meets

Rudy

Has family in South Texas and spent a lot of time there as a kid

Has always dreamed of being a singer/songwriter 

Was a very shy/socially anxious kid (and still struggles with social anxiety)

Is a a massive soccer fan + was captain of the neighborhood soccer team

Growing up he spoke Spanglish at home. Which is why he doesn’t really have an accent despite understanding a lot more English than he speaks 

When speaking English he often trips over his words + has to ask Alejandro for the right word/translation

Is a follower, not a leader

is 4-6 years younger than Alejandro

Has several older sisters who helped raise him

First met Alejandro when he was 10-12 years old because he briefly dated one of Rudy’s sisters

After they broke up, Alejandro still came around to visit Rudy, and the two quickly became like brothers

Wasn’t interested in joining the Army at first, but Alejandro convinced him

#call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #mw2 #captain price #john price #price x reader #soap #mw2 soap #john mactavish #soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap x you #mw2 headcanons #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro x reader #alejandro mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #rodolfo parra #rodolfo x reader #rodolfo mw2 #call of duty

[hellsslibrary]

✧･ﾟ:* NSFW Alphabet with Deuce Spade *:･ﾟ✧

DNI : minors.

#a.n. : ahem, I wanted to warn you that there will be something unreal in all these headcanons, just because this is the world of fairy tales, lol (I can give anyone an 8 foot cock and what will you do to me, like nothing).

!!Warnings : sub!bottom!Deuce, praise kink, kink for size difference, oral sex, soft sex, sub/dom dynamic, scar reference, romance, male reader.

Ace <————«« Deuce »»————> Cater

Heartslabyul. Deuce Spade.

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

He is the most tired boy in the world after sex. He lies all sweaty, fucked and tired, looking at you with his red eyes from tears. So this time, you have to take care of him forever. Finally praise him, tell him that he is a good boy, give him water, wash him and so on. He will appreciate it anyway.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He definitely likes yours hands (especially in the biceps area), and more if you have muscles there. It just turns him on that someone so strong (or just a little bit) is fucking him like this right now.

His favorite body part in itself is probably his mouth. What? He can suck you, kiss you, moan for you. Anything.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He finishes a little. Although his sperm looks quite thick. It is probably darker than normal semen, but nothing more unusual is imperceptible.

As for you, he doesn't care where you end up. Though he definitely prefers it to be his mouth or hole. Just because it looks and feels hot, literally and figuratively.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He always dreamed of a partner who is somehow right. Like imagine that he is dating someone correct, diligent and polite. Everyone adore him because he is so kind and caring. But he would like to see this man change beyond recognition behind closed doors, fucking him like his personal whore. (Although in a gentle way, he is still a softie. It simply implies that the reader is a pervert.)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

He... Just the embodiment of innocence. He still thought that storks bring babies, they appear in cabbages, Santa brings them and all that ... So he has no experience in this matter at all.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

He loves the missionary position! It's definitely too easy, but he loves to see your face. Though he prefers that you don't see his own face, so he covers it up anyway.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He is absolutely serious! He won't be joking, because for him this is the moment when both of you can be vulnerable, naked and enjoy only each other. While he doesn't mind a little humor from you if you're up for it, he'll definitely blush at it.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Mmm, he definitely shaves/cuts them. I guess he has them prickly enough that it gets nasty and he decides to get rid of them there. They do not match the color of his drapes, they are definitely lighter, much lighter.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He is a very romantic boy! True, he is not a fan of these clichéd aspects, like roses, candles and any other nonsense that you can imagine. But he will still try to do something less clichéd before your sex time to make you feel loved. Well, during sex, he is also quite romantic. Although it's just kisses, hugs, some kind of compliments or words of approval, and all that.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He... He hardly does that. I think a cold shower will help him, because his erection goes quite easily and quickly. But he may rarely do this, for example, when you have not had sex for a long time and it is not expected in the near future. Well, or if you want to see how he does it.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He definitely has a kink for the size difference. Even if you are the same height or shorter than him, it is very easy to call. How? Just the mere thought of his partner (no matter what height/size) hovering over him like that turns him on. He also probably has a kink to the whole dom/sub dynamics. Just because he wants to be a good boy for you. And of course a kink for praise, I think it goes without explanation.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He's embarrassed enough to do it somewhere other than outside your rooms. And he just finds it too intimate for prying eyes and ears. So bed, sofa, table top, shower and so on.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Quite easily excitable, but this excitation also easily disappears. One careless spot on one of his private parts like chest, butt or groin, some too well-thought-out praise from you no matter what, and he feels like butterflies start fluttering in his stomach.

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

He is definitely against something too rough and something that brings too much pain. He is a gentle boy, although he doesn't mind if you want to do something more rough every now and then, but he doesn't want it to cause you or him any great pain. And he is definitely against sex in front of someone's eyes and sex in semi-public places (although in semi-public places he may agree, but on the condition that you both know and are sure that no one will come there).

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves to give. He's a little clumsy about it, but he'll try to give you whatever pleasure you want, where and how you want.

He doesn't really like to receive since he's too sensitive to your mouth in any of his spots, but he loves it anyway.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Definitely prefers a sensual, gentle and slow pace. He loves it when you cover his face/neck/chest/etc with kisses as you gently thrust into him and his hands rest on your back and gently squeeze it when you hit a particularly sweet spot.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

No, he's not a fan of that. And especially not a fan of this if you are the kind of person who is not enough only one orgasm. He loves leisurely sex where both of you can enjoy each other without rushing anywhere. But if you are too desperate to fuck him, then he may agree.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Not very experimental, but he trusts you, so he will comply. If you want something that is not in his no, then he is willing to try it anyway.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

I guess Deuce is pretty tough. His maximum is about 5-9 rounds. Although, if you want to do a total overstimulation of him, then about 12.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He hardly has any toys. He doesn't want to buy them (and probably didn't know they existed before your relationship with him, lol). But if you give him something, he will accept it, not without embarrassment, of course, but he will accept it.

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease)

He doesn't like to tease you. He wants you to enjoy his body and his activities as much as you want. Although he can tease you if that's what you want. But he would probably prefer you to tease him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

It's not too loud, but not too quiet either. Something like 6/10, yes. He knows how to act without being too loud. But he can be more vocal if you enjoy his sounds.

W = Wild Card (Get a random head canon for the character of your choice)

He has many scars on his body from his "dark" past, which he wants to get rid of as soon as possible and the best. But he loves when you touch them one way or another. Stroking/kissing/pressing lightly/etc. Not even in a sexual way, he can even tell you a couple of stories about their appearance if you want.

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

Slim but muscular body. Strong headcanon for having a tiny waist, yes. Also, as I said earlier, he has a lot of scars. As for the cock... I think it's a strict 6 inches / 15 centimeters, and his shaft is quite small in girth.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Below the average. He does not need to have sex too often, his body simply does not require it. Although he is ready at almost any moment if you want it.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fell asleep afterwards)

He gets very tired after sex, so he falls asleep almost instantly. Especially if you hug him and snuggle up to him.

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[ughgoaway]

midnight kisses // day 12

content warnings; kissing? maybe swearing? but like nothing really!

a/n; mmmm I hate this... but ahhhh who cares!! here is the final 12 days fic, despite this actually being the first fic i wrote for it all lol. hope this isn't too cringy <3 (it is oops)

(p.s this is so short I apologise)

word count; 1.6k

(this fic takes place after they've gotten together)

12 days masterlist

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Snow falls out the window as Matty wakes up with a chill in his bones, groggily he reaches over to his phone, the light of his screen briefly blinding him. The numbers 23:45 flashed back at him. God, he must have passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow. 

He slides out of bed carefully in an effort to not wake you. But he quickly notices the lack of heat in the bed and sees you aren't where he expected you to be, mouth open and fast asleep with your hair spread over the pillow in a fan.

He hums thoughtfully as he slides his slippers on and potters downstairs, his throat quickly feeling like sandpaper. He tiptoed past Annie's room, not wanting to wake her. It was Christmas Eve after all, and it had taken a full week of convincing for Annie not to stay up and wait for Father Christmas. 

Matty finally managed to convince his daughter when he pulled the social anxiety card. He claimed Santa was a very nervous person and didn't want to meet Annie because he was too scared. This was the only thing that got his stubborn daughter to give up and admit defeat.

However, she insisted on writing him a letter so he could meet her next year. That way, he knew her through the letter, so he had no excuse. Matty decided that the problem could be for next year Matty, and agreed to her terms.

Once he had slithered past Annie's room, he walked down the stairs and down the long concrete hallway, his arms wrapped around himself at the chill that emanated through the house. Maybe living in a concrete bunker did have its downsides. 

Soon, his slippers met the rug of the front room, and Matty felt the chill leave his body. He began to walk into the kitchen but stopped in his tracks at the sight in front of him. You sat below the tree with a mug of something in hand, tapping on the ceramic mindlessly.

The lights illuminate your face in a way that has Matty blinking to assure himself it's real. The glow in your eyes makes his heart flutter. The soft, warm light spreads over your cheeks, highlighting the red flush from the hot drink.

Your hands are clasped around an old mug of his that continually embarrasses him but that you love. His “lol you're not Matt Healy mug” is your prized possession. Red nails click against the mug in the tune of a vaguely Christmassy song Matty can't put his finger on.

You sit at the base of the tree staring up in childlike wonder. Matty briefly thinks maybe no one broke the secret about Santa to you based on how wistful you look.

Swallowed in his jumper and cross-legged on the floor, you sit drinking in a state of peace that Matty isn't sure he can disturb.

He used to dream of you in his clothes, and still, the sight made his head spin. His penchant for oversized jumpers had never made him happier.

Well, he's just generally never been happier. You make him a brighter and better person than he ever thought he could be.

Matty thought he was done. He tried the whole madly in love thing, but all it did was break his heart and make him a single dad. Not that he didn't love Annie, he loved her more than life itself but he couldn't help but think it wasn't right. That life didn't go the way he wanted.

But now he knows that all the roads in his life were simply leading to you. You were it. The big love he's tried to write about for decades was there sitting below his Christmas tree. The big love he’s yearned for was simply there, in front of him. 

Matty grew restless just staring, so wandered over and plopped down beside you. You jumped at his presence but quickly realised it was just him and leaned into his shoulder. Making your home in the junction between his neck and shoulder, burrowing in and breathing the lingering scent of matty that you love so much. 

Silence fell over the two of you apart from the occasional hum from either one of you as you got comfier, soon ending up on the floor in a tangled mess of limbs lying face to face illuminated by the string lights around the room.

You may have seen Matty in every light in the world, but he's never looked as beautiful as now. The slope of his nose is accentuated in a way that demands you to trace it with your finger.

so you do.

Soon, your finger makes its way to his cheekbones, feeling over the sharp bone with a gentle smile on your face. 

You trace his face like you're trying to memorise his features. As if you've never seen it before, and you're nervous you won't ever again.

and you certainly won't ever see it like this again, aglow with love.

Your finger continues its journey to his lips, and you follow the line of his cupids bow down to the corner of his mouth. You feel over his plump lips as Matty presses a kiss to your pointer finger, grinning as he does. You can't help but break out into a grin at your boyfriend's cheesy smile. 

“I never thought we'd get here, you know?” you say, finally breaking the shroud of silence that surrounded the two of you. Your hand slides down and interlocks with Matty's. He brings your linked hands up and presses another kiss to them as he sends you a confused look.

“I never thought I'd get you. I remember last year, it was Secret Santa, and I knew Annie was my secret student. You know she couldn't wipe that toothy grin off her face all day. It reminds me of you when you get me a present” you say giggling. Matty matches your laughter and shamefully nods, knowing neither he nor Annie can keep a secret for more than 5 minutes. 

“But getting those gifts was more painful than I expected.” Matty shot back and looked at you with wide eyes. Quickly, you cut in and corrected yourself.

“No no- not like that. They were perfect and so thoughtful, but I could feel the effort you put in. Each piece just screamed you. The tissue paper even smelt like your cologne.”

Matty chose not to share he sprayed it to make it that way, just nodding and slyly smiling to himself. 

“It was all amazing, but then I got to that book. It was just a physical representation of all the feelings I knew we shared. The fact you listened to me and took note of my likes and dislikes to the point where you remembered my favourite book from childhood? It broke my heart that I couldn't just run and kiss you then and there.” tears mist your eyes, but a hard blink causes them to disappear. Matty can't say the same, tears collecting in his lash line and looking as if they could fall any second. 

“That night, I went home and read the book over and over. I sat on my sofa and cried over the little prince just like I'm sure I did however many years ago.” You pause for a second a suck in a stuttered breath.

“I think that night was it for me. The night I realised this wasn't just an innocent crush. That I was in love with you. And it was simultaneously the worst and best realisation of my life. Because I never thought we'd get here. I never thought I'd get to lie with you in front of the Christmas tree in the house we share.” You smile and look back into Matty's eyes for the first time since you began only to be met with tears streaming down his cheeks.

Your hands shoot up and wipe them away, and you giggle wetly, feeling the tears collecting in your own eyes.

Cutting the tension you say, “You sap. Crying on Christmas is very cliche, you know?”

Matty laughs as much whilst crying and nods thoughtfully. 

You stare briefly, every emotion swimming in each of your eyes. Silence took over the pair of you again, and you simply stared, watching the life you're going to live play like a movie between the two of you. 

Eventually, the tears stopped, and Matty lent in pressing kisses all over your face as you giggled and playfully pushed him off. “Stop! I'm all gross and blotchy from crying!” 

Matty leans back and catches your eyes before once again leaning in, but this time, instead of random kisses being littered over your cheeks, he simply presses one to your mouth. A quick peck, nothing mind-numbing or life-changing, but it held the weight of the world in it.

Your hands slid up his back as he leaned over you, fingers snaking in amongst the curls at the base of his neck. You pulled him in slowly, just lingering in the moment the two of you had created. But soon your lips touched.

Each movement from your lips felt as if it was choreographed, working together seamlessly. The clock ticking over onto Christmas day was missed by the two of you, time quickly becoming an illusion.

#christmas75 #matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fic #matty healy fluff #matty healy x you #matty healy x reader #the 1975 fic #teacher au! #one day I'll like something i write #today is not that day

[undiscovered-horizon]

i know you only uploaded it a few hours ago, but please carry on the reader accidentally summoning morpheus, im dying to know their history, and his feelings on how much time has passed <3 big fan!!

A/N: By popular demand, I'm writing a 2nd part. The quoted poem is something I was obsessed with as a kid. My mom still quotes it.

[Imagine accidentally summoning Morpheus] || [Sandman-inspired playlist]

All of it sounded like a madman's bad joke.

"Wait, hold on." You waved your hand. Hunching over the dusty box filled with remnants of your childhood, you began looking for another trinket that surely must have been there. "You mean that you are... goddamn where is it... I saw it somewhere here... Got it!" you exclaimed when you stood up with a thin, red book in your hand. "You mean that you are this funny fella?"

Your finger was tapping against the cover of a children's book. There was an illustration of a Santa Claus-like man carrying a big sack thrown over his shoulder. He was climbing a ladder to an open bedroom window. Above the picture, in fancy curvy letters, was written Grandfather Sand.

A small smile crept unto Morpheus's face. His eyes lit up vividly and you suspected that if he was any less reserved in his emotional expression, he would have laughed in your face. "Did you think he is the Sandman?"

"I didn't think the Sandman was at all," you retorted as you carelessly tossed the book on your bed. Looking once more at the pleasantly familiar illustration, the nostalgia made you recall something Morpheus had said to you a few minutes ago. "You said you know my face."

"I have visited you many times before," he stated. After a moment, he added in a quieter, defeated tone: "But you don't seem to remember."

You only shrugged your shoulders. "If I was a toddler, then no wonder. It was lifetimes ago."

Morpheus gave the room an absent once-over before staring at the box next to the two of you. Something brown and fur-like was peeking from behind dolls and plastic horses. His pale, skeletal hand reached for the mysterious object only for it to turn out to be an old, worn-out teddy bear. It still smelled of your grandmother's perfume. Sometimes you wondered what happened to him... Apparently, Terry had been safe and sound in your grandmother's basement throughout all those years.

Dream was examining the bear when he suddenly decided to make you recall something you had already forgotten you once remembered: "Maybe Spot tugged at him, tore the ear off, didn't say he's sorry?"

It was a quote - one that you had grown to know all too well. You felt as though that single line from a rhymed story allowed you to rediscover the oldest memories your brain could possibly store like you suddenly became privy to a life you had once led but not anymore. "A needle, a thread, a pair of hands, we'll mend the hurt right away," you quietly continued." You fixed Terry..." Yes, that plushy friend from your childhood did need an 'emergency surgery' once, although you could never quite recall who sew his ear back on. At some point, you even began questioning whether his little accident was even real as there was no sign of a tear whatsoever.

The memory came to you in waves like afterimages of a dream one tries to recall after waking up. It was all blurry, voices heard from miles away and sights as if seen through a dirty lens. "Yeah, I remember I used to ask to be told the same three stories over and over again and you were never frustrated with me."

"You were a great listener."

"So, how does this work? The melody plays and you just, puff, appear wherever?"

Morpheus sat Terry at the top of the dolls, plastic horses and fairytale books about fairies still residing inside the box. His bony hand lingered on the brown, matted fur of the plushie. "It was a gift." His gaze returned to you. "To a girl who just like you could not fall asleep. For decades it remained silent until that one night when I met you for the first time."

Your hand brushed against the ceramic raven inside the music box. It was quite an interesting choice of design for an item meant for children. "A magical heirloom. Sounds cool." The ghosting touch of your fingers was withheld only for you to close the enamelled lid for an unspecified amount of time. "Don't worry, I won't abuse that... privilege. I'm sure you have a lot going on anyway."

Without letting his gaze leave you, Morpheus was a little too quick to answer you. "Play it anytime you want."

His expression remained generally ambiguous but you figured it was just the way he looked. There was, however, one detail of his face that caught your attention: his eyebrows slightly raised making him appear somewhat surprised or nervous. "Is that permission or a suggestion?" you asked.

"Both."

Tagging people who were interested in a follow-up: @secretdreamlandmentality @kbrownie @lolitaisreal @thegraywitch @aralezinspace @boofy1998

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[gunsatthaphan]

~ Monthly BL Breakdown: September 2023 ~ 

👻 Happy October!!! 🎃

Disclaimer: ALL shows can be streamed here or here, as well as on Youtube and other platforms. For more info on where to watch what, check out this post! 

New breakdowns are coming at the end of every month - feel free to add stuff!  -> previous breakdowns

What came out this month? (green = seen/currently watching)

🌟 Senior Love Me? Season 2 - September 1st (Thailand) 🌟 Naughty Babe - September 2nd (Thailand) ✅ 🌟 Venus in the Sky - September 2nd (Thailand) 🌟 Marry Go Round - September 3rd (Thailand) 🌟 Where Your Eyes Linger (movie version with added scenes + commentary) - September 5th (South Korea) 🌟 Y Star Challenge (reality show) - September 8th (Thailand)

🌟 The Promise: Honeymoon Lost and Found - September 9th (Thailand) 🌟 Our Story - September 9th (Philippines) 🌟 Rerun (starring PP Krit) - September 13th (Thailand) 🌟 You Are Mine - September 15th (Taiwan) 🌟 Bump Up Business - September 15th (South Korea) 🌟 Wedding Plan Special Episode - September 16th (Thailand) ✅ 🌟 Right Time, Right You - September 17th (Thailand) 🌟 Kimi ni wa Todokanai (I Can't Reach You) - September 27th (Japan) 🌟 Bon Appetit - September 27th (South Korea) 🌟 Absolute Zero - September 27th (Thailand)

Monthly likes/dislikes

❣️ Naughty Babe - I'm loving this so much lol it's so silly but the comedy is so brilliant and so far I'm enjoying it more than Cutie Pie lol. The story is interesting and MaxNat's acting has improved a lot since CP which is nice. Definitely an unexpected nice little gem and also a band-aid for the soul after the OF-trauma every Saturday dskjhf

👎🏻 ø

New series & movie announcements

🎥 Like - Date TBA (South Korea)

🎥 Live in Love - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Spirit Reborn - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Red Peafowl (starring Max N., Mek J., Boun N., Gun N., Yacht S., LongFrank & others) - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Couple or Not - Date TBA (China)

🎥 Ossan's Love Season 3 - Coming January 2024 (Japan)

🎥 The Luminous Begins (Prequel to The Luminious Solution, starring Kaownah Kittipat) - Coming December 2023

Other news from the BL world

❗️ The upcoming Thai adaption of Cherry Magic will premiere in November as confirmed by the cast. The airing date has yet to be announced.

❗️ Actor Est Ravipon (LBC2, Naughty Babe) joined GMMTV.

❗️ The upcoming Thai BL 4 Minutes has been announced to air in early 2024. One of the main actors, Bible W., disclosed that shooting will begin in October and run until December. Several months back his acting partner Build J. dropped out of the production as a result of a defamation scandal. Further details, such as a recast for his role, as well as an airing date, are unknown.

❗️ Santa and Earth (My Only 12%) and EarthMix (ATOTS, MLC) respectively announced that they will be having another project together in 2024. Details are unknown.

❗️ GMMTV actor Gun Atthaphan won an award for "Outstanding Asian Star" at this year's Seoul International Drama Awards.

❗️ This year's GMMTV 2024 lineup event will take place on October 17th.

❗️ The cast for the upcoming Korean BL Jazz For Two was revealed: Song Han Gyeom (OMEGA X), Kim Jin Kwon & Ko Jae Hyun (To My Star), Byun Sung Tae (Happy Merry Ending) will be the main cast.

❗️ A third season for the Japanesse BL Ossan's Love was announced for January 2024.

❗️ At their event "Always More", WeTV announced their 2024 lineup. The following BL productions are included:

Monster Next Door

I Saw You In My Dream (WeTV x DeeHup)

Me And Who (WeTV x Domundi)

Knock Knock Boys (starring Seng W., Best V. and others)

❗️ MeMindY announced their next 2 BL projects:

Love Sea (adapted from an unreleased novel) - Coming 2024

Boy Next World (universe travel plot) - Coming 2024

Both series are adaptions from Mame's novels and will air in 2024. Earlier, FortPeat (Love in the Air) confirmed in a press conference that they will star in another one of Mame's projects, which led fans to believing they will appear in one of the 2 projects, along with BossNoeul. The official cast reveals will take place on October 3rd and 5th.

Upcoming series & movies for October

👉🏻 Sasaki to Miyano - October 1st (Japan, Netflix release)

👉🏻 If It's With You aka Even If I Fall In Love With You - October 5th (Japan)

👉🏻 What Did You Eat Yesterday? Season 2 - October 6th (Japan)

👉🏻 Lucky Love - October 15th (Thailand)

👉🏻 GMMTV2024 lineup event + press conference - October 17th (Thailand)

👉🏻 One Room Angel (manga adaption) - October 19th (Japan)

👉🏻 The Camp Fire - October 29th (Thailand)

👉🏻 Shadow - October 31st (Thailand)

👉🏻 Boys Like Boys (dating reality show) - October TBA (Taiwan)

👉🏻 Bump Up Business - October TBA (South Korea)

#doreens monthly bl breakdown #thai bl #bl drama #upcoming bl #update #bl news #bro the way just say yes i not part of the new mame lineup...... i have no words #like if its not happening then at least tell us???? #so we can stop waiting + hoping like idiots #im so mad #but anyway #I'm heavily side-eying this knock knock boys business cuz like 💀💀💀 what in the world lmao #didnt think seng would go back to bl but here we are #im gonna tune in for sure #such a random cast #im in #reminds me of youre my king #which was disaster #but this looks kinda good lmao

[emerald-onion]

Things Dr. Ink Is Not Allowed To Do At The Foundation, by Dr. Dream (WIP)

Stop teaching Agent Blue swear words.

Not even in different languages.

Spike the coffee machine with laxatives is not only gross but also immoral.

Don't the SCP file as your personal notebook. How many times do I have to say this?

Try to convince everyone that SCP-404 is 'a big softie inside' is just plain suicidal.

Answer "What the fuck do you want?!" with "Your SOUL" is right out.

Stop telling everyone your paintbrush is secretly a staff member.

Stop telling a staff member they are secretly a paintbrush.

"I forgot!" is not and will never be an excuse for nearly killing all of your co-workers.

And neither is "They didn't pass the vibe check".

Nor "They shouldn't have eaten the last muffin".

Rolling up to someone with a trenchcoat and saying "I have brought the goods" isn't as hilarious as you may think.

Don't tell the new recruits that SCP-99 will adopt them if they call it 'Nootmare'.

Don't tell people that your medicine is drug.

Don't hide drugs in your medicine. Trust me, I'll know.

Showing SCP-404's shitty Undernovela's knock-off was fun one time and one time only, and that was before it destroyed our entire west wing.

Don't give Agent Blue candies.

Don't give Agent Blue honey.

Don't give Agent Blue cake-pop.

Don't give Agent Blue any kind of sugar, period.

No, "What have you done?" is a desperate plea for you to stop, not "Please continue".

There is not any SCP Dating Simulator. There has never been a SCP Dating Simulator.

Not even in Japan.

And no, this isn't a suggestion to make one.

Dr. Ink is not the God of Creation. Not even if your cult says so. Since when did you have a cult in the first place?

Stop submitting your paperwork in the back of a Kung Fu Panda DVD.

Stop stealing SCP-404's chocolate.

Stop hiding SCP-404's remote control.

Stop rearranging everything in SCP-404's containment cell by one inch to drive it insane.

Stop messing with SCP-404, I beg of you.

Drawing SCP porn on the Foundation walls is strictly forbidden.

Don't tell Agent Red this world is a shitty crossover fanfiction and everything he knows is fake.

Don't tell Agent Red that he and Agent Blue are the clones of Dr. Sans.

Yes, I know that it's possible, Agent Cross is standing right there, but stop giving him an existential crisis, please.

Don't tell Agent Blue his action figures are alive and they're silently screaming for him to break them from their inanimate prison.

Don't call Agent Blue Berrybaby specifically to piss him off.

Don't convince Agent Blue Santa Clause is real and he just needs to go to Antarctica to find him.

Seriously, leave the poor guy alone.

No spilling melted chocolate on someone and telling them it's SCP-99's goop.

Stop trying to wear high heels to make yourself taller. You broke your fucking leg, Dr. Ink.

Didn't I order you to stop messing with SCP-404? Why do I see a giant graffiti of SCP-404 in a cat hoodie in front of its containment cell?

SCP-404's dolls are not made of the remains of its dead victims. It has already been terrifying enough already, stop fanning the flame even more.

Yes, you have a bad memory. No, even that won't make you forget the large fire you start in the cafeteria 10 seconds ago.

The Foundation exists to protect the people, not a big conspiracy to control everyone's mind.

There is no such thing as a Reset button. Stop saying that every time you mess something up.

SCP-99 cannot be pacified with a lullaby. Don't tell the other scientists that. We're short on staff already.

Playing your flute at three in the morning is just plain creepy.

The Foundation does not have a dress code. Especially not 'Maid uniform'.

I know you still meet up with SCP-90 sometimes. I don't know how, but I know. For God's sake, Ink! He's a freaking body-snatching parasite!

You're absolutely not allowed to knock on the D-personals' door and tell them "It is coming. There's nothing you can do to stop it."

#utmv #utmv au #undertale multiverse #undertale multiverse au #ink sans #error sans #underswap sans #blue #underfell sans #red #cross sans #scp foundation: the x-file #scp #scp foundation

[authorforrosie]

Title: Kissing Under The Mistletoe.

Pairing: Jennie x You. [GxG]

Warning: None.

Words: 1014.

Disclaimer: I wish everyone a happy Christmas and holiday time. Take care of yourself and stay hydrated. I know how lonely and hard Christmas time can be on some people. I want all of you to know that you are loved by me and more than good enough. If you don’t celebrate Christmas I wish you a good day/night. I wish health and happiness for all the readers of my Fan-Fiction blog. I appreciate, adore and love each reader. Especially the loyal ones. My blog is always open for a message I will try to reply as fast as I can to be there for each one of you. 🥺💕

Jennie Kim absolutely loved Christmas and the whole Christmas time since you came into her life unexpectedly. She thanked heaven everyday for you. You've been together since 6 years and friends since 8 years. You've been by her side since two of her trainee years and 6 K-Pop Idol years.

Being proud is a understatement. You couldn't express in words how proud you are of Jennie. It's now your 8 Christmas that you both spent together. Right now you were in Jennie's house with your girlfriend and her three bandmates also best friends. You laughed when Lisa put Christmas decorations the wrong way or when Jisoo got flour on her face by your girlfriend.

You helped Chaeyoung to put up one of the many little Christmas tree's that Jennie has. Chaeyoung hummed Santa Baby by Ariana Grande. Jennie checked on you a few moments later. She kissed your cheek and puffed out her dumpling cheeks.

You pouts when she missed the place where you wanted her to kiss the most. She chuckled and kissed you on the lips passionately. You kissed back and smiled into the kiss. Jennie caressed your cheeks and sat down on your lap with her back at your front. You gave her one last kiss on her adorable dumpling cheeks.

Jennie helped you to decorate the Christmas tree's with you giving her the christmas balls. Sometimes you would steal kisses from each other or attack each other's face with kisses. Jisoo sat down next at Chaeyoung and Lisa to help with the Christmas tree's. Jennie giggled a lot which caused the corner of her bandmates eyes to crinkled with a smile.

They adored and admired you for making their best friend feeling so happy with your existence. Chaeyoung already told everyone that she wishes to have a relationship like you and Jennie have in the future. Your love for each other made her best friends believe in love. Even if Jisoo thought that love is only chemistry and not real. She knows now that love is real if you find the right partner.

„You know Christmas is very special since it's our eight Christmas together.  I am very grateful that you entered my life so unexpected eight years ago. You gave me love and adoration. Which I will always cherish and try to give back as much as you give to me." State Jennie with happiness in her voice. Emotional happy tears rolled down her dumpling cheeks. Which caused Chaeyoung and Lisa to cry as well. Jisoo chuckled trying to hold back tears.

You pulled Jennie, Chaeyoung, Lisa and Jisoo in a group hug. You have a deep connected friendship with Jennie and her bandmates.

„I can't believe we've been K-Pop Idols since almost seven years. Next year is Blackpink's seventh anniversary. We have been training as trainees so hard for our dreams. I am very proud of us. I am proud of Y/N for coming into our lives so unexpectedly. She changed our lives for better with her down-to-earth personality. I am proud of our deep connected friendship and Jennie's relationship with Y/N. You both deserve each other, you are the perfect match and perfect for each other." State Jisoo with proudness and much emotions in her voice. You, Jennie, Lisa and Chaeyoung kissed her cheeks.

Without realizing Lisa walked away to get a mistletoe. Since she wanted you and Jennie to kiss under a mistletoe to take a picture of this moment. Jennie turned on your lap to face you with a happy expression on her face. Her brown eyes sparkled in the light to a beautiful honey-brown color. It reminded you of honey. Your cheeks flushed red in a blush when you noticed Jennie's deep intense staring in your eyes.

Her bandmates giggled when they saw Lisa standing behind you and Jennie with a mistletoe in her hand. You and Jennie looked up with a happy expression on your face.

„Yay we need to kiss each other now." Mumbled Jennie with excitement in her voice. Her mouth were so close to yours that you feel her breath on your lips.

You didn't hesitate to wrap your arms around her neck and Jennie didn't hesitate to caressing your cheeks with her thumbs. You both kiss each other a few seconds later passionately with many feelings. Chaeyoung and Jisoo hugged each other with a happy expression on their face. Happy for their best friends. Jisoo held her brand new camera and took a picture of you both kissing with Lisa holding a mistletoe above you both. Lisa jumped up with the mistletoe in the same position. A very excited expression on her face. Lisa definitely were your relationship number one supporter. You and Jennie laughed which broke the kiss. You looked in each other's eyes with everything around you both moving in slow motion. It's a moment where it's just you and Jennie against the world.

Jennie looked into your eyes and down to your lips while moving closer again. You kissed her again with much love and adoration. You both couldn't stop kissing each other without missing kissing. Jisoo, Chaeyoung and Lisa couldn't stop giggling at the sight of you both kissing each other non stop. Jennie added tongue into the kiss which caused you to gasps. The sight of you both making out caused Chaeyoung's chipmunk cheeks to flush red in a blush. Jisoo covered her eyes because she wanted the chipmunk to stay innocent.

Lisa cheered you and Jennie's making out on with an amused expression on her face. It's definitely the best Christmas ever in her opinion. Especially because she get's to spend it with you and her best friends.

Jennie could only think about how happy she feels to spend Christmas with you and her best friends. On Christmas Eve all families from her, you and her best friends would join them. She couldn't wait to share more kisses with you and to feed you with her famous delicious cookies. Which she only bakes on Christmas time.

#jennie kim #jennie ruby jane #jendeukie #Jennie #jennie imagines #jennie scenario #jennie x you #jennie x reader #blackpink jennie #blackpink #blackpink imagines #blackpink scenarios #blackpink x you #blackpink x reader #kpop #kpop idols #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop x you #kpop x reader #no smut #female reader #worth reading #reading recommendations #kpop recommendations #fanfiction recommendation #reblog if you like #christmas #christmas scene #authorforrosie

[gemwing2010]

While I’m surprised that the Devil himself, of all villains, actually loves Christmas, this was a rather enjoyable Christmas Special.

Not only did Luke Millington-Duke had belted out such a catchy Christmas song of the Devil expressing his love for the holiday season all the while admitting it also brings out… well the Devil in him, but this is also a very rare episode where the Devil is the main protagonist as he goes on a Polar Express of festive antics to get on the Nice List so he can get a toy train for Christmas by having to literally be Santa Claus for one night to deliver all of the presents for all of the good people on the Inkwell Isles before dawn or else he’ll permanently be “Satan Claus” for eternity.

Bringing up the “Stickler Elf as the Devil calls him, the reveal of Santa having his own Stickler in the form of an elf who looks, sounds and behaves like the Devil’s auditor was certainly a big twist. Heck, even the Devil and Henchman completely shell shocked by this as they simultaneously dropped their jaws and exclaimed, “Santa has one, too?!”

To say the least, even the Devil can’t stand either his auditor’s counterpart, most especially when “Stickler Elf” lectures him about trying to keep his temper in check and be jolly throughout the entire night.

With it said that Santa is basically the Devil’s good counterpart and they are literally polar opposites of one another, it’s left debatable if Santa does like “Elf Stickler” or at least tolerates him and is patient with him as the Devil openly voices out his disdain for his auditor and tries to burn him into a pile of ashes (if not for the interference of the impenetrable invisible sweater since Stickler happens to be the “disclosed location”). Given how they both shrugged to one another after the Devil left for home in a huff, I think their relationship as employer and employees is on some good terms as it can be.

My mind was totally blown when the Devil actually managed to succeed in such a feat, it was still rather heartwarming during his exchange with Cuphead while the Devil had to make the hardest decision to give Cuppy the very same thing the young cup had asked for this Christmas: a toy train.

And once the quest was over and the Devil returned to being his devilish self again, on Old Scratch’s part, it felt somewhat all for nothing. Although Santa meant well and believed that even the Devil is capable of being nice after all, I’m afraid the Devil wasn’t impressed with his reward being swapped with the joy of being nice. Well, what do you expect from the embodiment of all evil and sin?

On one hand, the Devil does get what he wanted after all when Henchman secretly built him an even bigger and better toy train that the Devil can actually ride on while he happily plays with it while dressed up as conductor. That actually makes Henchman even more well-loved as a character and is among one of the few evil sidekicks who have a very healthy best friend-like relationship with their bosses.

Speaking of Henchman, he was definitely the sweetest little cinnamon roll throughout the special where he was like an innocent child as he was excited to meet the real Santa, knows all of the reindeers’ names by heart, does an impressive jolly impersonation of Old St. Nick while reciting the names and had been very supportive of his boss through the whole fiasco.

As the saying goes, “A friend in need is a friend indeed”.

And the scene where the Devil improvises with the sleigh issue by having Henchman be the replacement reindeer to pull the sleigh after the Devil accidentally frightened off the reindeer in a fit of frustration is both funny and adorable while an overly enthusiastic Henchman didn’t mind the least as he was far too happy to help.

A Very Devil Christmas is such a hilarious special and I do wish for The Cuphead Show to be renewed for a fourth season with more holiday specials in the future.

Merry Christmas to every fellow Cuphead fans and may your dreams shine. ✨

🎄❄️

#The Cuphead Show #Cuphead the Devil #Cuphead Devil #Cuphead Henchman #Renew the Cuphead Show #Merry Christmas

[skibasyndrome]

Finally making a pinned post, hope I do this right

my name is Simon, you can call me that or skibasyndrome or any variation of either that you can think of

25-y/o university student with a passion for literature and languages and everything surrounding that (hmu, I will talk about it for hours)

me and tumblr go way back (like... 2012 way back), but it's only through my very recent discovery of Young Royals (August 2023) that I decided to get back into online fan spaces after a long break (best decision ever btw)

I'm gay and a trans man and this show is so, so healing for my inner baby queer

I mostly just write fics

Feel free to reach out and talk to me about anything and everything, I love talking to people :)

things to note about this blog

I will simp about Omar Rudberg. Sorry, I'm just too gay for whatever it is he is doing 24/7

there's almost always a party in my tags because that's where I go to voice my opinions or just be... emotionally affected by things

hope you like Young Royals, because there's rarely anything else on here these days

personal posts are tagged "simon.out."

should go without saying but fuck right off with any -isms or -phobias

My Young Royals fics (I'm skibasyndrome on ao3)

It seems a place for us to dream (T, 1.8 k)

Or: The things going through Wilhelm's head during that S3 snippet.

You crave the Applause / Yet hate the Attention (E, chaptered, 4/4, 22.3 k)

Or: How Wilhelm realizes that maybe, if you squint a little, he might have a praise kink.

But I'm a vampire smile, you'll meet a sticky end (E, 4.1 k)

Or: Simon's vampire-esque makeup is really doing things to Wilhelm that he didn't expect. A Halloween fic.

In This Together (T, 3.5 k)

Or: Wilhelm tries — and fails — to surprise Simon with hot chocolate. Simon doesn't mind. Contribution to Wilmon Secret Santa 2023.

It's in the water, baby (E, 4.9 k)

Or: A sweet and spicy story sponsored by the infamous Lake Still (TM) s3 promo pic.

Never Letting You Go (E, 5.7 k)

Or: The infamous Hallway Smut (TM) Scene as briefly seen in the S3 trailer and (re)imagined by me. There's light angst, sex, and so many feelings.

Lavender Haze (E, 13.3 k)

Or: Wilhelm spots the most gorgeous man in a nightclub. He's wearing a lavender shirt that makes Wilhelm's head spin and imagination run wild. And a smile that does things to his heart he's not quite sure what to make of yet.

All this shit is new to me (E, chaptered, 2/?, 15 k)

Or: After meeting and hooking up with Simon at a club, Wille needs to figure out what exactly that means for them (or whether there even is a "them" to figure out). A sequel to Lavender Haze.

#skibasyndrome #simon.out.

[meteor752]

Spent a whole week binging rwby because why not

Here are mah thoughts

Very interesting decision of the show to open on literally the best character, like I’ve heard of peaking early but come on

No but fr Roman is actually so special to me

I just finished volume nine and I broke down crying at his and Neo’s final moments

Thing is, I’m a person with daddy issues and my favorite family member is my uncle so like of course Qrow is second favorite guy

We love us a bisexual subby whore

Ozpin is number three so like guess what my favorite ship is

(Side note, My Own Worst Enemy by Elektric Angel is one of the best fics I have ever read and I cannot recommend it enough)

Why the fuck did this show start out with having one of the four main characters be racist?! What a bold choice

I hate Jaune so fucking much. If you like him, cool, but he’s one my most hated fictional characters ever, not just him but like what he represents

Tho it is worse with Neptune, who’s also like why tf are you here bruv

It’s very funny to have a borderline kinda racist character and a literal meme from 2014 be drafted into war

It took me five days to break and create ocs. They’re called Lemon Lime, Azure, Iris, and Koral. Team LAIK. Maybe I’ll talk about them more at some other point

Listen okay I know that animated shows like to have your hero be depressed in a whole arc, but like god Ruby was kinda grating in season 9.

Blake is kinda rolling with like, one personality trait, but ya know good on her for getting a cool gf

Yang is also the best out of the main four girls

So is Tai, Summer, and Raven’s relationship supposed to be a polycule? That must have been awkward for poor Qrow back in school

Why the fuck is everyone so mad at Ozpin all the time. Like boohoo, daddy didn’t tell you Santa isn’t real, get fucking over yourself Qrow you’re forty three

But fr what is the animosity about. I think Jelloapocalypse summarized it the best in his rwby video

Also did you know the top comment on there is from Technoblade? Check it out, it’s true. No idea he was a rwby fan, but like good for him

Season 6 episode “Alone in the woods” is the best episode by far. I really like when they do more unique stuff with the Grimm, other than just ‘monster’

That being said I’m always a sucker for a space whale

But the line from that episode, “No one was angry or sad or scared. No one was anything. And then, no one was left” is so powerful

Season nine is like fully a fever dream, but it helps with connecting to the main four again, so I like it

Also they need to stop introducing characters we don’t need any more it’s so cluttered

Why the fuck did the tree have Summer’s weapon? What the fuck was she doing there, frolicking in wonderland? Gurl…

I miss Oobleck. He hasn’t been around since like season 4, like what the hell man

What the fuck is Cinder and Emerald’s relationship supposed to be? Are they sisters? Friends? Is Emerald in love with her? Because she seems to be.

Emerald and Mercury are fully siblings tho. Also I love Mercury

Arthur’s monologue to Cinder was one of the best scenes in the show. I loved it, I’m sad he died

The character I relate the most to is little scorpion freak, because honestly dude saaaaaaame

God I want Salem to fuck me

The motivation of the villain being that they’re an immortal being, who wants the world to end because then they can die, is so fucking interesting and I’m surprised I don’t see more of it.

Do you guys think the only reason that Jaune was made leader of team JNPR was because they couldn’t think of a colour with those letters that started with P?

Do you think that’s how they choose all leaders?

How the fuck is Ren supposed to be a version of Mulan? Apart from him being Asian, there’s no correlation. Jesus Christ…

Him and Nora are very t4t tho. Very glad that they established boundaries about their relationship tho, like open communication is all I need

Why is Ambrosius kinda 💅

This isn’t related to rwby but there’s like a bird or smt screaming outside my window and it kinda sounds like a ghost girl and now I’m scared…

I feel like Salem and Ozpin’s relationship is very uncomfortable with Oscar stuck in the middle. Like why did they have to make him fourteen

Pupsicle!!!!

If I had a child in this universe I would absolutely name them something that starts with a vowel. Some of these team names are a fucking stretch, I mean SSSN?!

Another bold move by the creators is having the first few seasons villains be minorities fighting for Justice and equality. Like idk anything about these dudes, but it’s a little yikes

The fact that everyone in this world is an X-men and the show took four seasons to actually explain that is hilarious

Actually the show taking its time to explain anything is hilarious

Like, six seasons in and we find out the villain’s motivations. Hell four seasons in and we find out the villain

The first opening song was easily the best. Like I said, peaked early

The ship names of this fandom are fucking baller dude. Very creative

#rwby #roman torchwick #neopolitian (rwby) #qrow branwen #professor ozpin #cloqwork orange #Jaune arc #weiss schnee #Neptune rwby #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #rwby bumbleby #str crossed lovers #bartholomew oobleck #Emberald #Arthur watts #tyrian callows #Salem #Lie Ren #nora valkyrie #Pupsicle #oscar pine

[yoonieper]

Santa Baby | JHS

"Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight~"

❅ Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

❅ Genre: coworkers to lovers, kinda fluffy, smut

❅ Rated: U for Unexpected

❅ Warnings: fingering, protected sex, a little spice to get your day going 😌

❅ Word Count: 3.1k

❅ Summary: A company dinner turns into a night of unexpected passion with your work friend.

❅ Thank you: Thank you to @jamaisjoons for the banner (ik you made this a year ago 😅)~

❅ Author’s Note: This was very rushed so it’s shorter than I planned, but hope y’all still enjoy (a cup of spice is always nice :’D)~ I have more Hobi fics planned so stay tuned for that~ This was actually meant to be posted last year for an event my net was hosting but y’all know me, can’t meet deadlines for shit :’)

JHS Entertainment. You had only started working at the company earlier this year and it was the place you had dreamed of being at since you decided you wanted to go into the film industry.

The position wasn’t exactly what you pictured, you were oftentimes stuck on a computer editing rather than helping film big ideas like you had hoped. You had to make your way up the ladder in order for you to get to where you really wanted and within the months you worked at JHS you had already managed to get promoted. You knew it was going to be a long road ahead of you but you still felt proud of yourself as the end of the year rolled around.

During your time at the company you had even made a few friends. None of you had really hung out with each other outside of work, the most being anytime your department heads invited you out to dinner, or the one time a few months ago you all went on this “team-building” retreat.

You never thought you would be a big fan of those types of things, anytime in the past you’ve been dragged into those situations you wanted to be anywhere but with your coworkers after hours.

This time though, anytime you’d walk into work you had fun memories to laugh with your coworkers about because of them.

You would always laugh with Jess about that time on the retreat that Gavin drunkenly professed his love to the director by singing his heart out and spilled wine all over her expensive outfit (they’re dating now).

You would sometimes gossip with Tisha about all the countless rumors you would hear about Peter and Cassie and their supposed affair despite both of them being married after she caught them making out in the bathroom.

You had great memories working here, your boss was nice, your coworkers for the most part were amazing, you really had everything to be thankful for as the year began to close out.

Working at JHS even gave you the opportunity to meet him, Jung Hoseok, one of your best work friends. You both worked in the same department and he was hired just a few months before you. You both bonded over being the new person and that connection eventually blossomed into your friendship today.

As much as you loved your job, most of the people you worked with you could only foresee being a work friend and nothing more. Hoseok and Ruby, another coworker who was hired around the same time, were the only ones you could actually see yourself staying in touch with if you were to ever leave.

You guys had even tried to make plans outside of work occasionally but work or home duties always got in the way you would always need to cancel. You still wanted to try and make an “unofficial meeting” happen eventually.

You had your friends and your fair share of relationships with your team and you couldn’t honestly be at a happier point in your life.

It was this optimism that when your department head announced that they were hosting a “holiday” company dinner party you didn’t groan like some of your coworkers around you in the fact your time off might be interrupted for an evening. If anything you for some reason was a little excited at memorable moments that could be made at an event like this.

On the day of the dinner you spent a good amount of time getting ready. This was the first time your coworkers were going to see you dressed up and you wanted to impress.

You had bought this knee-length, tight baby blue dress. It was just the right amount of not too out there considering the occasion, and sexy with the small slit that came up your thigh and how the dress hugged your figure. The spaghetti straps and low cut of the neckline offered a little extra dash of spice to the outfit with the way it offered a tasteful amount of cleavage.

What were you hoping to accomplish wearing a dress like this to your company dinner? Absolutely nothing, you just wanted to feel good, look good, as you tried your best to enjoy yourself at the dinner party. Who knows, maybe there might be someone at this party you might catch the attention of.

You honestly didn’t think that would happen, all that might come out of a night like this would be having a little fun, taking advantage of the open bar, getting bored out of your mind, and maybe one interesting thing happens that you might still be talking about after the holidays are over. You certainly didn’t expect for the night to go the way it did.

You in fact did turn heads the minute you walked into the room, your face was burning as you saw the lingering eyes of your coworkers and the quiet whispers they probably didn’t expect for you to hear.

You thought that would be it for your moment of fame, another coworker would walk in and everyone’s eyes would be on them for the rest of the night. However, when you made it to where Ruby and Hoseok were sitting you were instantly overflowed with compliments from Ruby that had your face burning brighter than the sun and Hoseok… well, for a while your friend didn’t say a single word, as for quite some time he couldn’t stop staring at you.

You liked to think you knew your friend group well, you’ve been working together for nearly a year now, but the minute you were taken out of the work environment you saw a whole new side of Hoseok. He was your friend, yes a friend who made you gawk the first time you met him. He was handsome, kind, and was the source of joy that would get you through your workday.

He was your friend and your workplace crush— a crush you no doubt shared with a lot of your coworkers. You never considered acting on it, at least not until you felt a little more confident he felt the same way. As of now, you had no indication that he liked you, but apparently you weren’t completely off his radar like you had wondered. You managed to catch his attention and tonight was the night he wanted to let you know.

You, Hoseok, and Ruby were laughing one minute, the next thing you knew she was making up some excuse to talk with Jerry, literally the most boring guy ever (he one time talked both you and Ruby’s heads off about his excitement watching the paint dry on his fence), and that was the last you saw of your friend the entire night.

“So what now…?” You asked as you watched her scurry off.

“Mmmm, I think we can still have fun with just the two of us.” Hoseok smirked at you and you were a little taken aback by the way his voice changed. It instantly had flags going up in your mind. It had been a while since you were in this position, but for some reason you got the sense he was flirting with you.

“Oh really? What makes you think that?” You chuckled, turning your attention fully to the beautiful man in front of you.

For a little while he didn’t respond as his eyes continued to scan over your form. You were getting warmer than when you held the attention of almost everyone here.

“Y/n, I’m sorry I can’t get over this, you look absolutely amazing tonight.” He flashed you one of his signature charming smiles and suddenly you did not know how to act. It seemed your intuition was very correct.

You truly did not know your friend as well as you thought you did, because the entire night you found yourself taken aback, smitten, and blushing like a schoolgirl the minute he would just smile at you. He had turned up his flirt game all the way to a thousand.

While you undoubtedly had some type of feelings for him, you had this picture in your head that he was just the softest, most oblivious guy to the game you've ever met. At work, he can’t even take compliments without saying how amazing the entire team is. You even one time tried to shoot him a subtle flirty text to kinda see where you stood and if you had any chance whatsoever.

You [11:53pm]: Are you a triangle? Cause I think you’d be acute one ;)

Hobi <3 [8:24am] Idk, I see myself more as a oval tbh :p

To be fair that was not one of your greatest hits of all time, but that was definitely not the response you expected after spending all night tossing and turning thinking about what he might say in the morning, only to wake up to him calling himself an oval.

Since that day you never once pictured your friend being a flirt. You were definitely shocked to find out he was seemingly a very experienced flirt because this man had more game than any other guy you’ve ever talked to.

It only made you wonder, was he really as oblivious as you thought he was or…?

If you ever needed a bigger sign that your crush for your friend wasn’t as silly as you thought, Hoseok made sure to give you a bright neon one with a billion arrows pointing to the answer.

It was as if the dinner party wasn’t happening as the two of you chatted like you were on a date. The soft lighting of the candle set the mood as you both chatted away, completely ignoring your coworkers around you. It was like you were in your own little world, lost in each other’s eyes.

You both also made it to the dance floor eventually. Your arms were wrapped around his frame as you both slow danced to the soft band that was playing a jazzy rendition of Santa Baby.

To be honest, the night was a blur, everything happened so fast. One minute you both were drinking cocktails at the open bar, the next you were feeding each other pasta, dancing the night away, and way too soon for both of your likings, the dinner party was ending.

You were some of the last two people leaving.

Hoseok had draped his jacket across your shoulders as you both waited for an uber. You were smiling like an idiot because he offered to take you home and your mind was spiraling at the possibilities.

You hoped this was going the way you thought it was.

You thought briefly about the consequences of whatever was happening between you and Hoseok. Based on what you’ve heard from movies, books, along with your friends, relationships between coworkers never end well and make things extremely complicated in the workplace.

You were a little wary about pressing further, but the way he held you close as the chill November air blew over you both, and you reminisced about the night you shared, you figured you would worry about later. All you hoped was he would kiss you at least once tonight.

Once your uber pulled up, you got your answer. The minute you closed the door behind the both of you his hand was on your thigh and he kindly asked the driver to hurry.

Oh.

Suddenly you were hot all too quickly and the 15 minute ride to your place seemed like an eternity.

He didn’t make things any easier, his cool hand lightly stroked your warm thigh, inching up higher and higher as he calmly looked out the window at the city night life outside. You wanted to scream, moan, push his hand up further, but you focused on trying to stay as calm as you could until you made it to your apartment.

You felt like you were nearly about to lose your mind by the time you both were racing out the car and hurrying to the elevator.

You both hadn’t really said much to each other for a while, letting your actions speak louder than any words could but as you both made it to your front door suddenly the lingering questions needed to be answered.

You stood in front of your door and Hoseok cooly caged you into his arms, close, but not as close as you wanted him.

“I had a great time tonight~” He smiled down at you, his eyes fleeting down to your lips.

“Me too…” You wanted to say more, say how happy tonight has truly made you but the way he looked at you made anything more complex leave your brain.

“I was thinking… tonight doesn’t have to end just yet…” His voice was low and fuck, why wasn’t his lips on yours yet.

In a moment of clarity you jumped at the opportunity. You leaned forward to meet his ear.

“Only if your plans for the night end with you inside me.” It was bold and usually you were so. Hoseok’s charms were enough for you to forget all of your hot girl training.

When you pulled back you were satisfied to see a stunned look on his features before he chuckled darkly.

“Turn around, I need that door open baby.” It was a command that had you weak in the knees. You followed quickly, reaching into your little clutch for your keys.

Suddenly his hands were on your waist as he pressed himself into your ass. “That’s been my plan since you walked in.” He sighed and you felt it, just how much he wanted you.

You hastily pushed the key in the hole, turning the lock and leading the both of you inside.

Before you had time to realize what was happening, your back was against the door and his lips were on yours, so soft and so perfect as he cupped your cheek and pulled you close.

Your hands desperately came up to tug at his suit jacket, throwing it on the floor as quickly as you could before moving to pull at his tie. You both didn’t make it far, at least far enough to make it to your room. You both ended up leaving a trail of your clothes that led straight to your couch.

You hastily climbed on his lap, the moment of separation unbearable as you quickly went back to meet his lips. You relished in the moan he let out as you ground your hips down, eagerly searching for some type of friction.

You felt Hoseok’s hands run up your thighs before settling on your hips and he started lightly tugging on your panties. You were taken aback when you felt his hand slip past the fabric and started rubbing circles over your clit.

Your body instantly reacted, breaking the kiss, as you stared at him with pleading eyes.

“Fuck— Hoseok, please…” You sighed enjoying the pleasure his fingers were bringing you but you wanted more. It was only the minute his hands made it onto your skin did you realize how long it’s been since someone has touched you like this.

“Shit, you’re so wet already…” He marveled as he ran his fingers through your slick folds.

“Do you think you can take me now?” He asked, just as impatient as you were.

When he got here he thought he was going to be able to absolutely worship your body, but the minute his lips were on yours, suddenly all he could think about was how soon he could get his cock inside you.

You nodded but almost screamed when his fingers slipped inside.

“No teasing please, I need you n—“ You pleaded.

You felt so good around his fingers, he couldn’t wait any longer to finally feel you.

“Can you grab my wallet out of my pants? I have condoms in there…” He looked over where you had nearly torn them off trying to get them off of him.

You hurriedly did as he asked, finding his wallet thankfully quite quickly before you were back on his lap and handing it to him. It only took a second for him to find it and get it on, but that second felt like an entirety to you before you happily sank down onto him.

You both moaned together at the feeling. You kissed him hurriedly as you took a second to adjust. Your hands racked over his back, that pesky dress shirt in the way of feeling him completely, and into his dark brown hair.

“Please baby…” He moaned, begging for you to move.

You didn’t need him to tell you twice and you slowly started moving your hips to a steady rhythm that quickly had you throwing your head back.

“Shit, you feel so good.” Hoseok groaned, slapping your ass lightly.

Who knew this day would turn out to be this way? From a friend you had yet to meet outside of work to suddenly having his cock sending you to a new dimension. It was a great turn of events for you.

You only hoped that this wouldn’t be the end, that he might stay the night even, that he might ask you out on a date later. For now though you were happy with this, so so happy.

Before you knew it he was spilling inside you and he used his fingers to quickly push you over the edge as well.

You both were out of breath, your thighs burned but you couldn’t stop smiling down at him.

He sweetly kissed your nose before pecking your lips once more.

“So, what does this mean for us?” You asked curiously.

“That I have to see you again outside of work, and this time not at a company dinner.” He laughed and you joined in, your heart welling with joy.

“Only if that means we get to do this all over again.” You smirked.

He thought about it for a moment. “I think I can work that into our plans.”

“I’m excited~” You smiled.

“Mhmmm, but first you have to tell me where your room is so we can do this properly.” He chuckled.

Oh.

You pointed to the door that you were facing and before you even realized you were squealing as he picked up and carried off for even more fun.

You really didn’t know your friend it seems, but you were excited to see him in this new light. Who knows what else he might be hiding?

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[popcornforone]

Christmas Wish

A Tim Rockford fan fic

I got in from the cinema tonight at about 10:30 watches a bit of tv & then went on tiktok & then couldn’t sleep. It’s now 2am & a small idea I had I’ve now almost completed a first draft of. & I think you will get the finished product soon. See this is why I have lots of fics in draft. Because bang I will get a new idea & then I’ll just write. Also I can’t believe I’m writing Tim again. Send help (but please don’t)

Synopsis: your taking your kids to see Santa but your husband isn’t sure he will make it on time. But a Santas wish box might make all your dreams come true.

Word count:3800

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF TOU ARE UNDER 18! PIV sex, breeding kink, pregnancy, swearing. Previous sexual encounters & fantasies mentioned. Husband & wife, swearing. Mentions of alcohol, teasing, crime is mentioned but not in detail, bedroom voice, Tim likes to be incontrol but he’s not a dom. cock warming, intense sex.

Thanks as always for reading peoples. All feedback is welcome.

3 rings, he always answers exactly after 3 rings no matter who it is. Today is no different.

“Detective Rockford” he answers professionally.

“Tim?” He turns red straight away & starts mouthing to the two other officers in the room with him working the case. He’s saying it’s you & it’s a family emergency.

“Ahhh hang on” he scurries out of the room & into his office down the corridor closing the door behind him. “Sorry still working the case, we’ve almost made a break through.” He says as he rubs his hand across his forehead. He always tried to think like the criminal to catch them & this case has pushed him a little. He’s often got home late exhausted & full of concern that that longer this person is on the loose, the harder it will be to find them.

“That’s not the only thing that needs to be considered” you say. He can hear babbling going on in the back ground. He’s worked out it’s your 5 year old & 2 year old. “How much later are you going to be tonight Tim?” You sound exasperated.

“Maybe an hour, so close, we’re so so close,” he then pauses “wait… I’m missing something, arent I?” He says. You falling silent down the other end of the phone confirms this. “Fuck! What am I missing?” His eyes scrunch up in anger, that he’s got caught up in his work once again. You knew being Mrs Rockford would come with moments like this, but recently it’s becoming more frequent.

“It’s 5pm at the moment, we are meant to all be meeting Santa at the North Pole Grotto at 6:30pm” you say calmly down the phone. You know annoying him by going I told you to set a reminder when you booked it 2 months ago, will piss him off. “I understand though Tim, this is a huge case. It will make our town safe. I can call them up & push it to next week if I do it in the…” Tim then hears your 5 year old son start singing jingle bells in the back ground. He knows he’s probably in his light up raindeer jumper & is so excited to see Santa tonight.

“No, you have to go. I’ll try & get there. I’m sure I’ve got the address, I’ll do my best”

“Tim I can…”

“No I can hear Jason singing in the background, don’t break his heart, I’ll make it up to him & Grace & you, especially you.” He looks at his watch. He can do this. He’s then disturbed as someone taps on the glass of his door. “Baby I gotta go, but promise me you’ll take the kids okay, even if I have to then come back to work, I’ll do my best”

“Tim I…”

“Promise me” he used his moody interrogation voice. That’s how you met. You had been a witness to a crime & he talked to you at the police station. He got no new clues out of you, but you left your number in case he needed to ask you anything else. 3 weeks later, you were handcuffed to his bed, screaming Tim’s name as he licked every inch of your pussy. His face glistening as he told you how good you tasted before he ravaged you for the next 2 days. Even detective Rockford through a sicky to pleasure his new girlfriend. That was almost 8 years ago. You knew what you were getting yourself into by having a relationship with someone like him, both work wise & sexually.

“Okay detective” you say & then sigh. He doesn’t even say bye down the phone, clearly somethings come up. You say to the beeping cancel tone “I love you baby” before Jason starts jumping about to the next Christmas song.

*

You are sat in the ‘north pole’ bouncing Grace on your lap who looks adorable in her snowman outfit. Jason is busy saying exactly what he wants Santa to get him.

“A rocket ship, lego, slime, chocolate, more chocolate…” the list keeps going.

“Yea Jason. Santa will see us in a second. He’s got lots of people to see. I think you just need to pick 3 items for today.” You say & he sits down next to you.

“What do you want for Christmas Mummy?” He asks. You had no idea your son was so thoughtful. The look on his face is genuine. He really wants to know.

“For you & your sister to have the best Christmas” you say & wrap your arms around him. His hug is pure love, the only kind of love a 5 year old can give.

“Oooh im not sure I can wrap that up, what can I actually get you?” Jason hugs you. You know what you really want but you know Jason can’t get it for you. You go to answer with something trivial, but your then interupted by a teenager dressed as an Elf.

“The Rockfords?” You stand up & go to speak.

“Yep that’s us” an echoing voice comes from down the corridor. Tim is lightly jogging your way & the beam on your face can’t be denied.

“Daddy!” Tim scopes Jason up into his arms.

“Hey sport” he gives his boy a big kiss & ruffles Graces hair as she’s almost asleep on you. “Couldn’t miss this for the world” he kisses your cheek & you turn as red as a robins breast. Tim is still in his full detective gear. Holsters & everything. It’s giving you flash backs to some previous role play. He’s previously just left his tie & the holsters on while he’s fucked you & fake interrogated you in bed. The last time he did it, he growled just before his point of climax are you on birth control, you screamed no. You didn’t know Tim had a breeding kink until that moment as he went oh we’re gonna make this stick then. He fucked you all night, even when you woke up in the morning. He was late for work that’s day & you walked slowly for a week. The man delivered though, 9 months later Grace was born.

“I’m glad you made it baby” you say to him as you enter the first room & you are both offered a mince pie. Tim bites into his & his face lights up even more.

“Oooh this tastes good, I haven’t eaten since breakfast” he says & after you’ve had a small bite of yours, you offer it to him. There’s no point rolling your eyes at Tim not eating, his job means he sometimes doesn’t stop for hours. “Thanks beautiful” he says.

You’re then asked if you’d all like to stand infront of a fake fire for a family photo. Usually Tim hates this but he sees Jason get ready to pose & smile.

“Oooh absolutely” a few sensible & also funny family photos are taken in front of the fire & you know by the time you are done with Santa, you will have the jpegs emailed across to print off at home. Tim smiles genuinely in every single photograph. It makes butterflies flutter in your stomach. Those eyes that made you fall for him, dazing in the fake fire light. So warm cozy & loving much like his hugs on a cold winters night. He sees you look & looks back into your own soft blue eyes. “Hello you” he whispers. He can see the love reflecting back to him. His hand slowly fits in yours. So large but soft. The way his thumb goes across your knuckles to start with arouses you.

“Are you all ready to meet Santa?” the elf says, bring you both back to reality.

“Yes” Jason shouts. You & Tim both nod. You’re just happy to see Tim enjoying a family moment & forgetting about work stress.

“Well let’s go” The elf lifts up the icicle beaded curtain & Jason bounds in & you & then Tim follow.

There sits Santa. On his big red chair. A large tree, 3 large sacks of gifts & a few toys on the floor. It’s in a cabin setting. Jason doesn’t move, hes star struck.

“Go on Jason” you say & he then grabs Tim’s leg feeling a little shy.

“Hohoho is that Jason Rockford?” Santa asks in his deep voice. Jason nods, but still hangs onto daddy. “& that then must be mummy & daddy & is that your little sister Grace?” He asks, rubbing his belly. His beard is magnificently white & the suit is cherry red. You knew there was a reason why people booked up this Santa experience.

“How do you know my sisters name?” Jason asks suspiciously.

“It’s my job to know everyone’s name” Santa laughs “especially those on the nice list” Jason still hasn’t budged from Tim. Tim then gets down to his knees & looks at his son.

“Come on Jason, it’s only Santa, he wants to talk to you” he gestures. Jason still says nothing, not moving, standing firm. “Didn’t you want to tell him what was on your Christmas list, you told mummy earlier didn’t you.” Jason then shakes his head. Seeing Santa might have been what he’s wanted for the last 3 weeks but a 5 year old can’t process all those emotions. “Then tell me, tell daddy.”

“Chocolate” Jason says quietly.

“Sorry sport, speak up I missed that”

“More chocolate”

“Oooh chocolate I love chocolate” Santa Ho Ho Hos again & leans into a box,” i like Milky Way”

“That’s my fave too” Jason turns his head & he sees Santa holding one. In a flash Jason is no longer star struck or shy. He is on Santas knee, telling him about his gifts he’s like & what he thinks Grace wants & the elf’s take photos.

“He’s forward like his mum” Tim whispers in your ear as you hand Grace over for the kids to have their own Santa photo.

“& shy to start with like his dad, but then once your out of the shell” you smile at him.

“Thought you like me being outgoing and adventurous” Tim says. He then does that thing with his hand, the way he rubs it around his neck always has you pining, you have no idea why, it just does.

“I want any version of you my love” you then see Santa start to wrap it up the fun.

“Now here’s a small gift” he starts & he hands one to Jason & one to you for Grace as Tim picks her up.” To keep you going until Christmas night okay”

“Wow really, thanks Santa” Jason hugs him & we thank him too.

“Don’t forget to put your Christmas wishes in the box on your way out. Ho Ho Ho & Merry Christmas” he says & your family leave the room.

You look at the wish box & get Jason to write his down & you do one for Grace. But then you see Tim with a piece of paper.

“Baby what are you…”

“You need to do one too” he says as take a photo of his before he drops his in the box “otherwise your Christmas wish won’t come true” you smile & do the same.

“Okay Tim” after dropping your wish into the box, you leave as a family & Tim helps you get the kids in the car, once you get to the car park.

“Are you coming home” you ask being hopeful.

“No I’m not, I have to go back, I’ve got a murderer interview to conduct.”

“You found them”you say excitedly.

“Yes, the team left to arrest him while I’ve been here, but I promise to not be too late okay” you can tell by the looks of it in his eyes that he wants to do nothing more than follow you & the kids home right now. Both will be sound asleep before he gets home tonight, there’s even a chance you might be.

“It’s okay baby, I get It” you smile & go to open your car door but he blocks you getting into it. Your eyes connect & the kiss Tim gives is sweet & soft & your gloved hands graze his beard. You don’t want this kiss to end. He looks full of both sorrow & love as the kiss breaks.

“I love you” Tim says & he traces his thumb across your lips & leaves you standing by the car as he walks off to go get in his.

*

Christmas Day madness has happened & you get into bed in your new pink fleece snoopy pyjamas that you got for Christmas. The clean up can start tomorrow. Your parents have agreed to get up if the kids are an issue tonight. In walks Tim into the bedroom in his dark blue pinstripe Pyjamas & he gets under the duvet with you & kisses your cheek.

“I’ve got 1 more Christmas gift for you baby & I think you have one for me”he says with a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Tim you know that we were always going to have…”

“No no nope, im not talking about sex” he says & he grabs his phone. “I want to show you what my Christmas wish was that I asked Santa for.” Your eyes dilate. You’d forgotten you did that on the evening you met Santa but now you’re excited to see what his was & to share yours.

“Really Tim?” You say excitedly & move close to him under the duvet. Your hand goes for his groin automatically, you know full well that sex is also on the cards, as you slip your hand beneath his bottoms. He lets out a small deep moan & you’re not just hot due to your new fluffy sleep wear. You want your husband, & he wants his wife.

“Y…ye…oooh yes” he says. You’re not sure if that’s a reaponse to sharing or your hand working his length or both, but the way his eyebrows twitch & the more breathing he does you think it’s more from arousal. He then grabs your hand & takes it away. “I don’t want to cum already” he mumbles & pulls you in so your head rests on his top. Such a firm chest & the broadest shoulders tower above you.

He scrolls through his photos.

“Your not worried you wish won’t come true baby”

“Ooh sweetheart” Tim kisses your forehead “it’s Christmas it’s a time for miracles” he says cockily.

“Did you just try & be Hans Gruber?” You ask & you both giggle.

“Guilty as charged” he says & then he flips his phone around & you look at what he wrote on the piece of paper. Your eyes well up.

For my families love & understanding everyday, not just at Christmas.

Your arms fling around his neck & you kiss him hard. So deep so passionate so intense.

“You’ve always had that Tim”

“I know, I just sometimes take it for granted” the way his hand strokes your hair sends a sensation down your spine. His lips are soft as the keep making contact with yours.

“Do you…”

“After this” he moans as he reaches the hem of your fleece top, always a man who knows what he wants. A man who gets results. He might not be in his detective gear right now, but it wasn’t the detective fantasy you fell in love with 8 years ago. It was those big eyes, that smoulder, the messy hair, the deep sexual voice, those large hands that make your body do extraordinary things. You love Tim Rockford, he never had to be a detective to get you in bed, although now that is sometimes useful.

Your pyjamas are off before his & he kisses your tummy. Your stretch marks always get the first kisses just before he slips inside you. You still don’t like them & always gasp when he kisses them.

“There’s nothing sexier than these baby, they made the two best things in my life, be proud” his top has gone & his bottoms follow quickly. His long length dripping already. You’re so aroused that you know you won’t need lube tonight. The way his hands caress your hips as he goes between your legs. You feel the tip tease your clit & the moan you let out has Tim licking his lip.”okay maybe that noise is, make that noise again” he breaches you. He’s not fully in but it has you hand clutching the pillow. He always makes you stretch. He likes to go in slowly & sensually. You oblige & moan again. “That’s my good girl, you’re on my nice list” the next rock he’s almost fully inside. You’re already clamping around him. He feels so good.

“a nice list?” You stutter.

“Yes” the next thrust he’s completely inside you & you cry his name. “You are such a good girl except when it comes to sex, then your naughty but you do that to make me happy” he raises his eyebrows as his next thrusts hits the soft spot. The one that makes you see starts. You close your eyes, pleasure taking over as he slowly rocks into you & your body responds enjoying each movement. Your eyes open after an extraordinary kiss. He feels even deeper inside you tonight. You’re extra sensitive to each graze inside your core.

He lowers himself so he’s all but lying on top of you. Just hoovering slightly. His hands grab either side of the pillow by your head. You lift your hands up & hold his face, & look directly into his eyes. The sweat glistening off his head. His body moving in a rhythm that’s unmatched. It makes you purr.

“Baby”

“Oooh baby”

It’s intense staring into each others eyes. The way he works his hips. Your friction against him has you whimpering.

“Ooooh yes yes yes yes don’t stop, keep going oooh fuck” your heart races.

“Oooh you like that, fuck you do” those massive brown eyes are the largest you’ve ever seen. He’s lost in his lust & desire for you. That turns you on even more.

“Tim oh Tim. Yes Tim”

“You take me so well baby” one of the hands stops gripping the pillow & lightly goes around your neck. Each thrust deep. It hits the spot without fail. You feel extraordinarily sexy as his grinds his teeth. The beads of sweat drip onto your chest.

“Keep going im so close” you just about get the words out. His grip tightens & you start gasping & he is pulsing. You’re sure the bed is creaking. You’re hoping no one can hear your collective moans.

“You wanna cum?” Tim growls as his other hand tugs at your hair. “Do you think you’ve earnt it? Do you want to drench me? Make me spill inside you?” you love it when he gets in the zone & starts using his menacing voice. Criminals cave in for this tone but you squirt when he gets it right. What brings nightmares for others makes you orgasm.

“Ye yea…. Yess”

“If I cum your gonna keep me warm, your going to sleep all night with my hard throbbing cock buried inside you. We’re gonna stimulate you so you stay wet & I stay hard. You’re gonna be cock drunk when you wake up on Boxing Day, my naughty wife.” You hear these words escape Tim’s mouth but they don’t make sense. You’ve lost all cognitive thoughts. Your about to scream so that everyone knows your husband has satisfied you. “Cum baby, cum for your hubby”

The way you scream Tim’s name is deep & low, because you are almost speechless. You gush & drench his length as he keeps going inside you. Even if you weren’t speechless, nothing could describe what you’re experiencing right now.

“Yes baby, that’s my girl, oooh fuck oooh god oooh yesssss” Tim screams. His hand squeezes once more around your neck, his sperm flows inside you, filling you up. His body also juddering, from the extreme pleasure. He sharply let’s go of your neck & you gasp for as much air as you can in 3 seconds before your mouth is occupied with his. Your bodies roll you both out of your highs, slow rocks to calm you down. His hands are in your hair & on your breasts. Yours are also in his hair & stroking that small little patch he has in his beard, your favourite place for cheeky kisses. Eventually your bodies do stop rocking & your collective panting goes quiet. There is a squelching noice from his penis still semi hard inside your.

“Baby” you eventually say & flutter your eyes open.

“Ooh baby in deed” he goes to roll off you & then remembers his promise. You moan slightly as he withdraws but he is swiftly back inside you semi hard, being your big spoon. Even like this he feels good inside you. Cock warming is often something you do as you fall asleep after sex.

“Was that the best Christmas gift?”Tim whispers.

“Well it’s either that or the watch?” You giggle as he moves your hair to the side to kiss your neck. Such small soft little pecks.

“See we can make everyone’s Christmas wish come true” he says. “Hang on you never showed me what you asked santa for”

“Did I not?”

“No we got so into the moment after my reveal that we forgot”

“Hmmm”you reach your arm out & grab your phone. A smile comes across your face. “Promise to not over react?” You say with a little snigger.

“Baby what could…” Tim then looks & the photo on the phone startled. He takes it from you & stares at it. He then throws it down the end of the bed. His hands trail down your body as harder kisses fill your neck & cheek. “Seriously?” You nod “but today? How?” He’s really shocked.

“I was in charge” you smile & turn your head around so his lips can find yours.

“My cleaver girl”

You slowly both nod off to sleep exhausted, his cock still inside you, the kisses eventually stop. His hand also stops rubbing his most favourite place of all. Eventually your phone screen turns off. Your wish was always going to be true.

For Jason & Grace to love their new sibling, who should be here come August.

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[kendsleyauthor]

Starstruck

~8700 words

Warning: Dehumanization, fearplay

Summary: When Lorelei stows away in Andres’ bag with a drunken wish of seeing Micah Tate, her dream of meeting her favorite rockstar quickly morphs into a nightmare. She finds herself at the mercy of a hotel bar, and then in the hands of Micah himself. But is he really the monster that he appears to be?

A Christmas gift for the beautiful lovely amazing @marydublinauthor​ 🌸 We had an idea about Lorelei being a fan of Micah, and what it would be like if she had the chance to meet him. Here is the result of those thoughts 😘

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 “You know, you kinda look like a disappointed dad right now. Would you be mad if I say that’s kinda hot?” Lorelei peeked up and tried a sheepish smile, but Andres was far from smiling back.

He sat at the table with his arms crossed over his chest, glaring down at her. She would have been scared out of her mind if he ever gave her that look before she really knew him. Even now, knowing that he’d never lift a finger to hurt her, he looked downright terrifying.

She flinched when his irked voice finally rumbled out. “What were you thinking?”

“I… I had a few too many drinks, okay? And your bag was open. So I didn’t really think. I just did it.” Lorelei pouted and played with the hem of her silky nightgown, hoping to score some cute points—not that it ever worked with Andres. “You know, how in a game when there’s a perfect move right in front of you, and you just have to take it?” She reached out as if trying to grab something invisible, just out of reach. “Like it’ll disappear if you wait a moment too long? That’s what it felt like.”

“This is nothing like that, Lore,” he growled. “How do you expect me to keep you safe when you do something like this? You could have been crushed or seen, and for what?”

“To be fair, you didn’t have to tell me that Micah Tate was staying at the same hotel as your winter tournament. This is his first time playing in Argentina—and who knows when he’d come again?”

He dragged a hand down his face. “Did you think you were going to meet him?”

Her face flushed. She felt stupid enough as it was without that derisive tone in his voice. “I was drunk, Andres. I told you—I didn’t think anything.”

“Why do you like him at all? You know what he does to trinkets.” He grabbed his phone and typed furiously.

Lorelei pursed her lips and turned away, knowing what he was searching for. They’d had this argument more than once. But it had always been hypothetical. Now, it was painfully, horribly real.

Sure enough, he pulled up several articles showing how Micah treated the trinkets that were served with his drinks. Even if it made her sick to her stomach, she took a glance. There was an image of him dangling a trinket helplessly over his mouth, and another of him raising a glass with a trinket clinging to the rim. He wore a devilish smile on his face that made Lorelei’s throat tighten.

“You don’t get it,” she said meekly.

Andres practically slammed the phone face down, making the table rattle. “What, because you like his music, you’re fine with him doing this? I thought you were smarter than that, Lorelei.”

“Of course I’m not fine with it! Just… Listen. Micah stayed at my hotel a few times.” It was strange to say it that way—as if she owned the hotel instead of being enslaved to it. “There was a rumor going around with the other trinkets that he actually fakes it.”

Andres sighed, unimpressed. “Fakes it?”

“Yeah. That he’s actually with the Rebellion. Trinkets have a habit of disappearing around him.”

“Do I need to explain to you why trinkets actually disappear around him?” Andres looked at her almost pleadingly, like he was begging to not be the one to tell her Santa Claus wasn’t real.

She crossed her arms. “It was a nice thought, anyway,” she mumbled.

“He is a celebrity, Lore. A spoiled brat who only has to pay a fee when he has no trinket to return.” His expression softened somewhat. His hand slid across the table slowly, a fingertip brushing the back of her hand. “I understand—wishful thinking. You and the other trinkets… You wanted to believe that.”

“Hey.” She touched his finger and squeezed. “All my wishful thinking worked out when it came to you, right?”

He drew a deep breath and pulled away. “That was different.” Before she could argue that it wasn’t, he gave her a more serious look. “We need to go home. Now. You are lucky this tournament was local—no planes.”

“Give me some credit. I wouldn’t sneak in your bag if there was security to deal with.”

“You said yourself that you were not thinking,” he said, a colder edge to his voice. “You put yourself in danger. Do you understand that? Both of us, in danger.”

“I’m… I’m sorry.”

There was absolutely no way she could make it up to him. Had she done this months ago, she would have been genuinely wondering if he might simply leave her behind at the hotel for making such a crazy move. But he wasn’t like that. He was grumpy and intimidating, but he wouldn’t leave her—not again.

A sharp knock came at the door. Andres scooped her up without warning, cupping her close to his chest. She squirmed in alarm, only for him to hold her tighter and shush her. When it became apparent that the visitor wasn’t going to barge in, he relaxed somewhat.

“¿Señor Soto?”

“¿Que necesitas?” Andres said—Lore flinched against his chest at the sound of his voice.

“Lo siento. Su oponente está esperando.”

Andres cursed on his breath. “Dame un momento, por favor.”

The footsteps trailed off, and Andres set Lorelei back on the table. She bit her lip hard, realizing there was at least one thing she could do to make it right. Andres couldn’t miss this tournament.

“He said your opponent is ready, right?” Lorelei rested a hand on his knuckle. “Go. You have to play in the tournament. You can’t miss it because of me.” She could see he was about to argue, so she pressed on, “How would it look if you checked into the hotel and then left right before your first match? If you do that, you’ll draw attention. You have to go, Andres.”

He clenched his jaw. He knew she was right.

Still, he hesitated.

“Hey.” Lorelei forced a smile and let go of his hand. “I’ll be right here, waiting for you. Just like old times, right?”

She stayed at the table, picking at the breakfast that had been brought up for Andres. With her lack of appetite, it looked like medialuna had no more than a few crumbs scraped from it. Lorelei paced instead, feeling worse by the minute. If Andres couldn’t concentrate, it would be her fault. He always won this tournament. Anything less than first place would make people think he was losing his touch.

As a human, she had never attended this particular tournament, though it had always been on her list. If she wasn’t so agitated, she would have been fascinated by the loveliness of the hotel. Its architecture was historical, but it had all the modern upgrades that elite guests would demand—not that she could reach any of them. On the surface, it was a far cry from the overly-sleek facades of the hotel she was once imprisoned within.

Huffing, she came to a stop at the edge of the table and sat with her legs hanging over the side. She gazed out at the landscaping below. The room was high enough that she didn’t have to worry about anyone spotting her. The lawn below was decorated festively. A massive, fake pine tree had been extravagantly adorned with ornaments and tinsel. She was still getting used to the idea that winter was the hottest time of the year in Argentina. With Christmas only a few days away, it felt more like the Fourth of July should be rolling around.

Her mind wandered to Micah Tate. After tonight’s show, he’d be back home, celebrating his own green Christmas in California, probably. He was finishing out a quick winter tour in South America. She wondered what he was doing right now. For all she knew, he was wandering around the bars, getting drunk off fancy cocktails and trinkets at ten in the morning. Lorelei shivered.

In the time Andres had been gone, footsteps had trailed up and down the hallway, but she’d paid them no mind. So when someone approached the door, she didn’t think anything of it until she heard the swipe of a keycard. Even then, she didn’t move from her spot on the table. She figured Andres was coming back after his first match, and her only worry was that he might have thrown the game just so they could leave early. She would know right away if he was lying or not when she asked.

But the door didn’t shut. And he didn’t call to her. When she turned around, it wasn’t Andres in the doorway.

Her heart stuck in her throat.

There was a woman in a light blue maid’s uniform, using her cart to prop the door open. Lorelei thought there must be a mistake in the scheduling—until she spotted a door handle sign sitting on the table with her. No molestar. Andres had forgotten to put it outside before he left.

And considering Andres had just checked in, no one would be coming in at all if he hadn’t ordered food to tide her over while he was away at his matches.

There was no time to hide. The maid’s eyes landed on her as she scrambled to stand. Lorelei held her breath and trembled. It had been months since anyone other than Andres had looked at her. And to have someone look at her like an object—a piece of furniture, a trinket—made her knees buckle.

Andres excelled at making her feel tiny yet unafraid. One look from this unknown woman made her remember what it was like to always feel terrified every waking moment.

For a second, Lorelei worried that she would be noticed as an intruder immediately, but the anonymity of being a trinket saved her. Perhaps like every other establishment that offered trinkets, there was a constant turnover. Who would bother memorizing the faces of people who are going to be crushed, drowned, or swallowed from one night to the next?

The maid largely ignored her, clearing up the breakfast tray and relocating it to her cart. Lorelei had no choice but to stand meekly and act as though she belonged there. She thought she might be in the clear, but the maid returned to the table, and Lorelei was horrified to find a hand reaching for her next.

“N-no!” Lorelei stepped back and raised her arms in defense. Her heels were dangerously close to the edge—there was nowhere to go. “H-he wants me here! He wants me to stay!”

The woman frowned at her with her hand suspended halfway. Lorelei realized she probably couldn’t understand her.

“U-uh… el me quiere… a-aqui,” Lorelei said through heavy, frightened breaths. Her accent was terrible—so terrible that she wondered if the maid understood her at all.

It didn’t matter. The maid scoffed and reached for her all the way.

“N-no!” Before Andres had saved her, Lorelei had gotten quite good at remaining calm and keeping the tears in. She couldn’t help but sob now. “Por favor, please listen to me—no!”

Even if she could string together something more comprehensible to explain that Andres wanted her to stay in the room, she doubted she would be listened to. This wasn’t the Onyx Citadel, her previous hotel where they had known Andres’ preference for her. Here, she was just another trinket. If he wanted her, he’d have to ask for her. Until then, she was at the mercy of the hotel bar and restaurant.

Lorelei was snatched into a hand that was none too gentle—especially when she started to struggle. Her breath left her body as she was clutched tighter, and she swore she blacked out for a second. The next thing she knew, she was being dropped into a glass case that held five other trinkets. She leaned against the wall and pulled herself up, looking around frantically. They were on the second tier of the maid’s cart—just part of last night’s dinner and this morning’s breakfast being collected and cleared away.

The cart rolled into motion. Lorelei staggered to her knees and crawled into an empty corner. She hugged herself, gagging on the scent of alcohol that hung heavy in the air. The other trinkets didn’t look at her. One of them was passed out, shivering. Lorelei covered her face and tried to catch her breath.

Don’t panic.

Everything would be fine. Andres was smart. He’d see the clear table and know what happened. He’d get her back. She would be easy to identify. Her trinket hair had been vibrant orange, but he’d helped her dye it into the darker red shade of her natural color as a human. Then, once Andres had her, no one would notice if she vanished with him, considering she didn’t belong to this hotel.

It would be fine. It would be fine.

She didn’t have to endure the cart for very long. Before she knew it, the glass case was taken downstairs and emptied into a shelf beneath the bar. The trinket area was marginally nicer than the one she was used to but no less depressing. She hurriedly found a change of clothes from a box in the corner, not wanting to draw attention to the nightgown Andres had commissioned for her. She settled for a glittery miniskirt and a crop top that didn’t reach halfway down her ribs.

Once again, she put herself in a corner and tried not to talk to the others. She’d stick out even worse if she was the only one who couldn’t fluently speak Spanish.

That was alright. It wasn’t unusual for trinkets to be silent, scared, and distant.

Nonetheless, someone approached her. She tried to ignore him, but the trinket startled her by throwing a blanket around her shivering shoulders. He knelt in front of her, and she peeked up. He had light blue hair and a kind, sad face. He sought her hand and squeezed it.

“Disculpe. ¿Eres nueva?”

Are you new?

She nodded mutely.

He gave her a grim smile. “Lo siento. Haz lo que dicen y estar segura. Buena suerte para todo.”

Lorelei blinked back tears. I’m sorry. Do what they say and be safe. Good luck.

“Gracias,” she murmured, squeezing his hand back. “Me llamo Lorelei.”

“Mateo.”

They sat in silence for what felt like hours before they were disturbed. Several trinkets were taken out and put on display at the bar. Lorelei did her best to avoid it—the less she was out, the better. If Andres requested her, she needed to be easily found. But there was little she could do when the hand overhead reached for her.

At the Onyx Citadel, they had been strict about where their trinkets went. Here, they were expected to roam freely at the bar, as long as they stayed within range and were entertaining their lunchtime guests. The others apparently knew what to do—she had missed orientation and could barely bring her legs to move. If someone liked her too much, they could easily take her back to their room.

Mateo urged her along gently, pointing out a young man who was drinking by himself at the end of the bar. Lorelei decided he looked safe enough, and she gave Mateo a silent nod of thanks.

On her way over, she stopped in her tracks.

Andres.

He was across the lobby, wearing a distant expression on his face. He hadn’t noticed she was gone yet—he had to be on his way to the next match.

Lorelei lost herself entirely. She started to run—straight past the person she had intended on entertaining, and just kept going. If Andres spotted her, everything would be alright. He was another guest, another customer. They would oblige him if he wanted to take her with him.

But before she could make it to the edge, a bartender’s hand slammed down and stopped her. She fell back and swept into a tight fist. She whimpered and struggled violently. She would have screamed if she could, but things were too tight to even take a full breath. In her despair, she could hear his voice ringing in her ears. You put yourself in danger. Both of us, in danger.

The world rattled as she was carried back. She was still encased in darkness, but she heard the phone at the bar ring. While still clutching her, the bartender answered. His muffled words were hard to discern, but she was certain she heard Señor Tate pop up several times in his professional tone.

The moment he hung up, his hand unfurled slightly. He studied Lorelei distastefully as she coughed and struggled to catch her breath. Her stomach did backflips as he grabbed a tray and set her on it. She didn’t dare move as he prepared a drink.

She trembled, looking around desperately to spot Andres again. But he was gone. She did, however, see Mateo staring at her from several guests away at the bar. They locked eyes, and he gave her a bleakly encouraging look before a massive hand swept him up. Lorelei looked away and shuddered.

The drink was set down next to her. A classic old-fashioned with a cherry. She wanted to throw up.

The bartender called over one of the servers, sweeping up the tray with Lorelei on it.

“Señor Tate,” the bartender said. Then in a lower, confiding voice, he added, “Corredora.”

Lorelei’s breath caught. Runner.

Micah Tate’s reputation preceded him. What better way to get rid of a troublemaking runner than to make sure she never returned? She could do nothing but sit there and brace herself against the whiskey glass as she was carried off. The single ice block within clinked the seconds to her doom on the way to a private seating area off the side of the hotel bar.

The overhead lights were off. Garlands, adorned with string lights and glowing ornaments wound through the room. It was a small area with booth seats lining three of the walls, tables placed in between. There were half a dozen people lounging around, drinking and speaking a mixture of English and Spanish, though Lorelei couldn’t catch a single word with the ringing in her ears. Smoke hung heavily in the air and made her nauseous.

She heard his laugh before she even spotted him—she’d heard that laugh dozens of times in interviews, but it never sounded so sinister. He lounged at the back of the room like a menacing shadow.

As the server approached, Micah Tate’s eyes zeroed in on Lorelei. She scrambled back in horror until she could go no further. The server took immediate notice and put a stop to her cowardice. In a single, smooth motion, she was lifted from the edge of the tray and dropped directly into the freezing drink. Lorelei coughed and sputtered, trying in vain to avoid contact with the ice.

The tray lowered, and a hand surrounded the glass—Micah’s. She was entirely at the gargantuan rockstar’s mercy. He lifted her to his eye level. Below, a smile curved on his lips. She leaned with her back against the glass, hyperventilating. The glass dropped, then tipped toward his mouth. She cried out and slipped against the ice painfully, though he thankfully didn’t take more than a sip.

One of the women beside him leaned over and gazed down at Lorelei as she recovered. “A redhead,” the woman crooned, reaching for her. “Me encanta—”

“No,” Micah said, yanking the glass away. For a second, his gaze sparked dangerously. Then it flooded with mischief. “Mine.”

A shadow filled Lorelei’s world overhead—Micah’s other hand. He reached in to grab her, and Lorelei let out a shriek at a volume she didn’t think she was capable of producing. Even Micah flinched and paused, gaping at her.

“D-don’t!” she screamed. “Don’t touch me!”

The nearby conversations petered out. There was soft Christmas music playing in the background. They were all staring, but Micah wasn’t looking at them. A terrible smirk grew on his face as he studied her.

“Don’t touch you?” His voice was an eerily playful purr. “How can I not touch what was made to be touched? Look at you.”

His fingers inched closer, and she screamed again. His hand came so close, she could feel his warmth, and a desperate part of her wanted to lean in to get relief from the ice. Micah took notice of her trembling and rerouted his fingers to grab the cherry instead.

“Since I can’t touch you… Guess I’ll just leave you there to freeze huh?”

Survival dug its claws into her. She couldn’t climb out on her own. If he decided to be such a sadist, he could sit back and watch the life leave her, one ice-bitten breath at a time. “N-no!”

Some frantic, animalistic instinct sent her scrambling for the very fingers that terrified her. They were already retreating, the cherry stem plucked between them. She latched onto the fruit itself, and by the time she could make sense of anything, she was dangling high above the glass, right before Micah’s amused stare.

There was no time for her to think of her next move—the stem couldn’t hold her weight with the cherry, and it was slowly snapping off. She tried to leap up and grab the stem, but the sudden movement only made the inevitable come quicker. The fruit broke away from the stem, and she was sent plummeting.

All the breath left her lungs in a single cry as she landed on her back—right in the middle of his palm. The cherry lay halfway across her middle. She started to push it off, but Micah had different plans. This time, it wasn’t his other hand that darkened her view overhead. It was his mouth.

He leaned in. His lips brushed her skin, tongue skating across her abdomen as he plucked the cherry off of her. She could only lay there in silent horror while the humans around Micah made noises of razzing approval. She gaped at the overwhelming view of him chewing and swallowing the cherry.

As she started to sit up, Lorelei realized some of the cherry juices were still on her—and Micah took notice as well. He closed in again, but she didn’t freeze up this time. Knowing that she wouldn’t be able to stop him from closing the space, she pushed herself into his depraved kiss instead. The moment he was close enough, she bit hard on his lower lip, clenching tight enough to draw blood.

A deafening shout rang out from him.

Silence, other than the music. A line of blood trickled from his lip while Lorelei breathed heavily at the sight of what she’d done.

The others stared—some of them at her with disgust, and some at him with interest at what he would do to retaliate.

When she looked directly at him again, she was sure he was going to lose his shit and crush her in his fist. Instead, his fingers closed slowly around her until she was locked in place—but he didn’t squeeze. Her head spun as he moved. She could picture him vividly rising to his feet, walking with his hands relaxed at his side, one fist clenched to keep her trapped. There were murmurs, but no one questioned him or begged him to stay.

Her heart pounded wildly. The lighting changed. There were at the bar, then the lobby, then an elevator. His pounding footsteps had to be carrying her to his private room.

Tears leaked out of her eyes, and before she could stop herself, she was sobbing.

That was the thing about Micah Tate. He was a showman. An attention seeker. A depraved rockstar who had an audience when he toyed with trinkets. But no one ever saw how he killed them.

A door opened and shut. Micah came to a stop, but he didn’t move for what felt like a full minute. His hand lifted, then lowered and opened, releasing her onto a soft surface. She squinted in the light. A pillow. He’d placed her on a pillow and was looming over her.

She could picture what would happen—he would unbuckle his belt and get a sick look of satisfaction on his face as she screamed and begged for him to stop. Maybe he’d order another drink, maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he’d break all her bones or squeeze until the life left her eyes. All she knew was that she was going to die in this room at the whim of her favorite rockstar.

The blood had stopped dribbling, but it created a vivid line from his lip to his chin. Although he was looking at her, his gaze was a million miles away. He was probably thinking of the most painful method to do away with her after humiliating him in front of his groupies.

Something snapped inside her. She sat up and threw her arms out on either side of herself, frightened tears flowing down her face. “Make up your mind and get me, motherfucker!”

He took a step back, looking just as shocked as when she’d bitten him.

“I’m sorry,” Micah Tate croaked in a voice that was nothing like the one from the private bar room. “I’m so fucking sorry. Are you okay?”

She stared up at him in disbelief. “No!” Her voice cracked painfully. “I’m not okay! Would you be okay?”

Micah pushed a hand back through his hair and looked around helplessly, muttering under his breath. “Fuck-fuck-fuck—okay, um…” He finally seemed to settle on a decision and disappeared through a nearby door. Lorelei flinched as he came back into the room, holding a white washcloth.

“What—what’s that for?” she demanded, skittering away from his approach. “Stay away from me! Are you g-going to smother me? Because after all that, it’d be a really chickenshit way to kill me, don’t you think?”

“No—I mean, yeah, that would be chickenshit, but I’m not gonna—” He huffed. “You look cold.”

He sounded so sad, like his heart was shattering at the sight of her. His fingers dug nervously into the cloth as he regarded her. Then he sprang forward, dropped the cloth beside her, and backed up again before she could scream—as though his proximity to her should be ripped off quickly like a band-aid. It didn’t stop her from covering her face with fright. When nothing happened, she peeked through her fingers.

Micah had backed himself to the nearest wall. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m… I’m not going to hurt you. I’ll give you space. You’re safe—from me, from everybody.”

As he began to retreat, Lorelei snapped, “Wait!” He froze and locked his overwhelming stare on her. She swallowed hard and wiped her cheeks. “What the hell is happening? What are you going t-to do to me?”

“Nothing!” His volume gave her a start, so he repeated himself softer. “Nothing. I know you can’t believe me after what I put you through, but I swear, I won’t hurt you. If… if I don’t keep up appearances, I…” He looked at the floor and clenched his jaw. “I’m so sorry.”

His tone was unbelievably gentle, and that made her cry harder. She’d dealt with plenty of guests who played games before. Soft voices and tender words were meant to lull her into a foolish sense of hope before they cruelly reminded her that she was nothing more than a plaything.

“Please,” Micah started again—and she thought he was going to beg her to believe him. “Please, can you wrap yourself up? You just—you look really cold.”

Her teeth chattered, and she obeyed out of necessity. Never taking her eyes off him, she scooted over to the washcloth and crawled into it. She sank into the plush fabric and tugged the folds up around her. The moment she glanced down to fully situate herself, Micah began to exit again.

“Would you hang on?” Lorelei said. “Why d-do you keep trying to leave?”

“I… I can’t look at you.”

“Why?”

“Because—” He gathered himself and sighed, looking ashamed. “Because you look so scared, and the more I look, the more I want to hold you and hug you and make you feel safe, but I can’t do that because I’m a fucking monster.”

She stared. “... What?”

After that bit of supposed honesty, it was like the floodgates had opened. He leaned back against the wall and sank to a seat on the floor. “I know I have to make it look real, but what does it say about me when people really believe it? I mean—the way they were all looking at me after you bit me, it’s like they were excited to see what I would do to you. And even before that, the thing with the cherry? Who the fuck thinks of that? What the fuck is wrong with me?”

Lorelei gave him nothing when he chanced another look in her direction at the end of his ramble. Years of chess games made it easy to school her expression as she got a hold of herself. Buried beneath her unreadable mask, she was utterly bewildered by his vulnerability. If his emotion was real, her heart threatened to melt at how pitifully dramatic he was being. If it was fake, he was the world’s biggest psychopath.

“All of that back at the bar,” she said. “It’s an act?”

“Yeah, it’s… Yeah.”

Relief was on the brink of tipping through her, but she held it back desperately. If she allowed herself to believe him, she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from begging him to take her to Andres. But this could still be a sick game, and if she revealed the truth, she’d put Andres in danger.

“How do I know you’re not lying?” Lorelei said.

“It’s usually easier to prove when she’s here, but… She couldn’t come. She was supposed to, but some stupid last-minute travel restrictions popped up before the holiday season, and she wasn’t allowed.”

“She?”

“My wife.”

All at once, Lorelei couldn’t contain herself. Her jaw dropped. “Hang on—when did you get married? How do I not know that? Did I know that?” She racked her brain, but she couldn’t even think of a time when he’d had an official girlfriend, let alone been engaged to anyone.

Micah smiled a little. “We’ve kept it a secret to protect her.”

“Oh…” She sighed. “That’s so romantic.” When she noticed the tightness in her chest was beginning to loosen without her permission, she snapped out of it. “Well… what does your wife have to do with proving anything?”

Reaching into his pocket, he dug out his phone. After flicking through the screen a few times, he pushed himself to stand. For a moment, he idled by the wall and looked at Lorelei with whipped puppy dog eyes. “Can I come closer so I can show you my phone? I won’t touch you, I promise.”

It didn’t seem like they would get anywhere if she said no. She nodded jerkily, bracing herself.

His shadow fell over her once more, even though he tried to keep his distance as he sat on the edge of the bed. She focused on the screen instead of the fingers clutching his phone—the fingers that had held her captive just a few minutes prior.

She narrowed her eyes at the phone. Micah was showing her one of his selfies. He was beaming that trademark smile of his, but he wasn’t alone. A print woman was sitting cross-legged on his shoulder, smirking and looking like she was in the middle of rolling her eyes. One of her hands was braced on Micah’s neck, and though she looked annoyed, her posture was utterly relaxed. Comfortable. Safe.

“Who’s that?” Lorelei asked blankly.

“Everly. My wife. Don’t ask me how I landed the most beautiful woman on the planet—I’m still trying to figure it out.”

Lorelei’s wide-eyed gaze drifted up to Micah’s face. “That—she—what—” She all but abandoned the washcloth, crawling forward on the pillow. “You’re married to a print?”

He shut off the phone and pulled it away. She didn’t realize how much of a barrier it was between them until it was gone. She went rigid, but she didn’t flee. Not that there was anywhere to go.

“Safe to say you don’t believe me?” he said.

“Fuck no, I don’t believe you!” She laughed, but deep down, it was such an absurd claim that part of her wanted to believe it immediately. “Video-call her or something. I want to hear it from her!”

He pointed at her. “You’ll say I’m forcing her to go along with it.”

“I’m really good at reading people.”

“Oh? Why can’t you read me, then?” The challenge was accompanied by a soft smirk that didn’t have a hint of malice in it.

Lorelei shook her head. “You’re… a lot. I can’t.”

“Fair.” His face became a touch more serious, and he looked at her apologetically. “I can’t call her. It’d be too dangerous to talk about this over the phone—never know who could be watching or listening in on these things. I’m sorry. I won’t put her in danger like that.”

“How will you prove it, then?”

“Hey. If it’s between keeping her safe or making you believe I’m on your side, I pick her. I’m always going to pick her. I love her more than anything.” It should have been horrific to see his face darken like that, but somehow, it made her more inclined to believe him.

Lorelei hesitated. “What do you love about her?”

He sighed, his eyes softening to a degree she didn’t know was possible. “What don’t I love about Ev? She’s smart as fuck, for one thing. She’s a problem-solver. Anything that gets put in front of her, anything with wires or circuits, she can figure it out faster than anyone I know. She’s got this crazy good memory—she remembers lyrics to my songs even better than I can.”

He was crawling onto the bed like he didn’t even realize what he was doing. Lorelei didn’t make a peep or move a muscle. He wasn’t prowling closer to her, just reclining across the middle of the sheets like he was a teenager in love.

“The world’s been so shitty to her, but she still finds things to make her smile. She knew me before all this rockstar stuff, and I had the biggest crush on her. When my music blew up, I wanted to give her everything. But that’s not Ev—she refused to just take it. She started engineering the lights and pyro for live shows, and the stuff she thinks up is unreal.”

Throughout his speech, Lorelei climbed down from the pillow and inched toward him. His hand was resting near his head, relaxed.

“And she pretends like she doesn’t give a shit, but she does. She’s so brave when it comes down to doing what’s right, it’s like nothing shakes her. She cares so deeply and beautifully about the people she loves, and if she sees a way to help someone, she will do it in a heartbeat, no question about it. And, oh my God, the way her eyes light up when she’s figured something out or thought of something—and don’t even get me started on her laugh—it’s fucking angelic.”

“Micah?” Lorelei rested her hand on the pad of his little finger. It twitched slightly in response to her touch.

He turned his head. When he saw how close she was, he looked like he wanted to move away again. But he froze. There was nothing monstrous or conniving in his eyes. He was overwhelming, yes, but as Lorelei began to weep again, it was from crushing relief.

“I believe you,” she said with a teary smile.

“You do?” His hand shifted suddenly, finger cupping behind her. He hesitated when he saw her stiffen with alarm.

“I… I do,” she said, bravely leaning back into his grasp.

His touch was so warm, there was no going back the moment he scooped her up. He sat up on the bed, tipping her gently into the stretch of his palm. His gaze was intense, and though she should have felt exposed in her meager garments, she could tell he wasn’t looking at her in that way. He was searching for any sign that she would revoke the permission to hold her. When he found none, he relaxed.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Lorelei Weaver. Call me Lore.”

“Lore?” Micah’s voice jumped in disbelief. “Your name’s Lore? That’s so cool.”

She sniffled and laughed, her cheeks flushing. Micah Tate thought her name was cool. She might have fainted if not for the residual adrenaline still pumping through her veins. Even so, she felt lightheaded as she gazed up at his face without fear. It all began to sink in—this time in a dreamlike way instead of a nightmare. She was alone in a hotel room with her favorite rockstar, and all of his attention was zeroed in on her.

“Micah Tate?” she uttered.

He gave her a knowing smile that suggested he knew what she was feeling. “Lorelei Weaver?”

She bit back a squeal at the way he said her name. “I want you to know… I love your music.”

His smile widened. “Yeah?”

“I went to a few of your shows. You were… spectacular every time. You’re the best. And the lights and the pyro? You’re right. Everly’s unreal.”

His face became an odd mix of sorrowful and pleased. Sorrowful for the mention of the human life she’d lost. Pleased for the compliments that fanned his ego—and there certainly was an ego she could sense under all the kindness. At least it didn’t make him an asshole.

“Lore.” His other hand came close and cupped behind her. His thumb brushed away the last of her tear trails with a touch that suggested he’d done this before. “I’m gonna make sure you get somewhere safe. There’s a local contact that’s going to come by to collect you and any other trinkets I can get my hands on before I leave tomorrow morning. She’s gonna take you to the nearest Rebellion outpost. You’re safe now. Understand?”

Her breath caught, leaving her speechless.

“You get what I’m saying?” Micah’s hands curled slightly like he was giving her a hug with his fingers. “No one’s gonna hurt you again. How’s that for a Christmas present?”

“I knew it!” she shouted.

He flinched, fingers uncurling at her sudden volume. “What?”

“I knew you were helping the Rebellion!” She pumped her fist once in the air, feeling the same rush she got when she beat Andres at a chess game. She beamed at Micah, who was giving her a perplexed though amused look. “My friend said I was crazy for thinking that you were actually helping trinkets. He said it was just wishful thinking. But I was right!”

“Oh. One of your friends at the bar? If you tell me what he looks like, I can make sure to get him, too. Then you can gloat all the way to the base.”

“He… He’s not…” She bit her lip. “Well, there is one trinket I know at the bar. Light blue hair. His name’s Mateo. Will you make sure he’s safe?”

“Of course.” Micah was sincere, but he cocked his head at her sudden, sober attitude. “What’s wrong?”

“But the friend I was talking about. He’s not a trinket.” She shifted to hands and knees and crawled to the heel of Micah’s palm. She looked up at him pleadingly. “I have a secret too. Sort of like yours. Can I trust you?”

“Of course you can trust me,” he said readily. He frowned, trying to process what she had said. “He’s not a trinket, but you’re friends with him… Does he work at the hotel?”

“No, but he’s staying here. Look, it’s a long story but Andres saved me. He risked everything to take me away from the hotel I used to live in. He snuck me on a plane and brought me to Argentina, and I’ve been living with him ever since. I appreciate your offer to send me to a base, but…” She trailed off, wondering if Andres might try to convince her it was better that she go through with that. “I need to talk to him.”

“Hang on… You live with some guy that took you from a hotel?” Concern flooded the huge face before her, and it strangely gave her butterflies. “Does he… I mean, does he do anything to you?”

“No! No. He’s not that kind of person.”

“But he brings you with him when he travels?”

“No…”

“Then how did you get in this place, then?”

Lorelei palmed her face to hide her blush. “I snuck into his bag before he left. He didn’t know I was there until he got to his room and started unpacking. We thought I’d be safe in the room while he was away, but a maid came to clean up breakfast and took me away.”

Her attempt to plow through the events didn’t help. He still looked puzzled. “Why did you hide in his bag?”

She groaned and covered her face entirely. “You,” she mumbled.

“Huh?” He leaned in closer, brows furrowed.

“You!” She didn’t want to look at him, but that was hard to avoid when his face filled her entire field of vision. At least he had cleaned away the blood from her bite. “Andres told me you’d be staying at the same hotel as his chess tournament, I had too much to drink, and I thought it was a great idea to go along with him. So here I am.”

He was quiet for so long that she wanted to die on the spot. Then he chuckled and she wanted to die even more.

“Wow. So you’re a superfan?” Mischief glinted in his eyes—nothing the hostile kind from the bar, but it made her squirm nonetheless. “You’re not mad at me for secretly being married, are you?”

“Shut up,” she muttered. “Can you go back to groveling?”

“Sorry. Let me make it up to you.”

His warmth became more pronounced. When she lifted her eyes, she realized he was coming closer. His lips gently pressed to the top of her head and made her freeze. She forgot how to breathe or think about anything other than the fact that Micah Tate kissed her. Kissed her. With his stupidly soft lips. She felt lightheaded all over again.

He pulled back and smiled teasingly. “Better?”

A quip rose up her throat and almost made it past her lips, but when she looked up at him, all she could do was release an utterly enamored sigh. She wondered how Everly could function on a daily basis with this as her husband.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Micah said. “Let’s get you back to your friend. You said he’s in the chess tournament?”

“Huh-what?” Lorelei blinked at him and shook off her daze. “Oh—yeah! Yeah. He’s a champion. He always kills it at this tournament. Maybe you could go down and find him, but…” She shook her head. “You’re too recognizable, and he might freak out if he sees you holding me. Can’t have that.”

“I wouldn’t want you out there, either,” Micah said. “Do you know his number? I can’t risk saying anything in detail. Maybe just the room number and your name. He’s bound to notice you’re missing soon.”

She nodded. It would be cryptic, but it seemed like the safest move. All she could hope was that Andres hadn’t gone back to the room yet to find her gone.

Micah relocated them to the table, taking the washcloth with him and setting it on the surface. He put her down gently, tucking one of the folds around her shoulders. While he sent the message, she gazed around in wonder at the room. It was more luxurious and spacious than Andres’ room—intimidatingly so.

“A chess master, huh?” Micah smirked at the idea after setting down his phone. He propped his chin in his hand and gazed down at her—it still made her knees feel like jelly. “Have you picked up a thing or two from being around him?”

She smiled innocently. “Yeah. He’s taught me some pretty neat moves. How about we play while we wait for Andres? You can download an app on your phone. If you want to—of course.”

Micah was all too happy to oblige. It seemed he was ready to do anything to make her happy and make up for what he had done at the bar. He placed an order for lunch to be brought to the room and downloaded the app. With the phone placed between them, he started off the game with an abysmally dumb move that made her clench her jaw to keep from laughing.

She beat him in four moves.

“Huh. You’re pretty good,” he said.

They were briefly interrupted by a knock at the door. Lorelei’s heart fluttered with relief until she realized it was room service.

Micah gently scooped her off the table with the washcloth and held her hidden on his lap under the table while the server dropped off the food. A thrill of fright ran through her, but one hand stayed huddled gently around her. A fingertip stroked between her shoulder blades, calming her.

When they were alone again, he brought her back to the tabletop and murmured an apology.

“I-it’s fine,” she said, willing the color out of her cheeks. “Another game?”

By the fifth game, it became abundantly clear that she knew what she was doing—and that was when another knock came at the door. This was not the professional knock of a hotel employee, and there was no voice announcing who was there and what they wanted. As Micah started to sit up to answer it, the knock came again, even more aggressive.

Micah glanced at Lorelei with raised eyebrows. She was sitting at the edge of a plate, picking at a roll from their meal. “He’s worried,” she told him with a shrug.

There was a third round of knocking just as Micah was unlocking the door. He pulled it open and smiled charmingly. “Oh, hey. Wow, you’re not what comes to mind when I hear ‘chess player.’ You must be—”

Andres burst inside and shoved Micah in the chest with both hands. He shut the door behind him as Micah staggered back in shock.

“Andres, no!” Lorelei called.

He turned in the direction of her voice, gasping. His eyes immediately fell on her sitting on Micah’s plate, wearing little more than lingerie. She didn’t think about how that would look until rage filled his expression.

Grabbing the front of Micah’s shirt, Andres pushed him into the wall and pinned him. “She is mine.”

The shock on Micah’s face morphed into disgust. “She’s not yours.”

Completely misunderstanding what he meant, Andres raised his fist.

“Andres, stop it!” Lorelei ran to the edge of the table. “You do not punch Micah Tate! I was right! He’s with the Rebellion!”

Andres lowered his hand a fraction, still glaring and breathing heavily. “Is this true?”

Micah looked between him and Lorelei. “Does he always act like he owns you?” he said.

“He didn’t mean it that way,” Lorelei assured. “Andres, back off!”

Reluctantly, he pulled away from Micah and looked him up and down. “Rebellion,” he scoffed. “What do you want, really? Are you going to use her to bribe me? To threaten me?”

“Why don’t you relax and have a seat?” Micah gestured at the table as though he hadn’t just been one wrong word away from getting his nose broken. “No one’s threatening anyone—except you threatening me. I’m just trying to get Lore home.”

Something flashed in Andres’ eyes at the way Micah said her name so casually. But he went to the table anyway. Maybe not to do what Micah said, but to get a closer look at Lorelei. He brought his hands on either side of her—swift and gentle—and scooped her up. Though his expression was stony, his gaze bore a hint of frenzy as he looked her over for injury.

“I’m fine,” she told him, hugging his thumb with relief. “He didn’t hurt me, Andres. It told you—he saves trinkets. Isn’t that amazing?”

Andres sank to a seat and gave her one last look before turning his glare to Micah, who sat across from him.

“You’re a chess player,” Micah said with a weak laugh. “Why are you so strong?”

“You’re a musician. Why are you bad at making music?”

“Andres!” Lorelei gave Micah a mortified look. “He doesn’t mean that—he was just worried about me.”

“No, I hate his music,” Andres said matter-of-factly.

“Can’t please everyone.” Micah shrugged, looking perhaps ninety-nine percent unbothered. It was the bothered one percent that made Lorelei want to run across the table and hug him. His eyes softened on her. “You’re sure you wanna keep living with this guy?”

Andres’ hands tensed around her. “What?”

“There’s… there’s someone who’s going to take the hotel trinkets Micah rescues.” Lorelei hesitated. She felt the weight of Andres’s stare on her, but she couldn’t bring herself to look. “They’re going to a Rebellion base.”

A heavy beat of silence.

“Do you want to go?” Andres said, sounding detached.

“Do you want me to go?” she countered, finally forcing herself to look at him.

The moment they made eye contact, the answer was clear. His finger wrapped a little closer around her, and she snuggled in comfortably. Yes, she annoyed him sometimes, and yes, he could be intimidating, but the thought of leaving him made her go cold inside. She peeked over at Micah, who was watching them with silent understanding.

“I’m staying with him,” Lorelei said.

Micah nodded. “I figured.” He glanced down at the phone, which had Lorelei’s latest win still clear across the screen. “I know you’re a champion and all, but I’m sure she could give you a run for your money.”

Andres scoffed. “Of course. She is a better player than I am.”

Upon seeing Lorelei’s sheepish smile, Micah made a playfully insulted noise. “Did you hustle me?”

“Is it hustling if no money was involved?” she said.

“Right. Just my pride.” He shut off the phone screen and shook his head. “Man, that’s actually kinda a relief. I was starting to think I was just dumb.”

“You are, pelotudo.” Andres stood. Before Lorelei could demand he apologize, he sighed and looked back at Micah. “Thank you. For helping her. She is… important.”

“I know,” Micah said. “Take care of her.” He was brave enough to get within grabbing reach of her while she still stood in Andres’ hands. “I’ll save as many as I can, Lore. I promise. Okay?” He held his hand out to her.

She touched his index finger and nodded, relishing her last contact with Micah Tate. “Thank you, Micah. You’re… amazing.”

Andres was quick to pull away after that. He paused at the door to help Lorelei into his pocket. She lingered at the edge of his hand and gave him a long look.

“What?” he muttered.

“I dunno. You just…” She smiled and patted his finger. “You seemed a little jealous back there.”

“Of him?”

“Who else?” She lowered her voice even softer. “You know what’s even hotter than the disappointed dad look? Seeing you and Micah Tate fight over me.”

He shut his eyes for a second and gathered himself. “His music is banned from the house,” he decided.

“Aw, what?”

“Banned.” He took a deep breath and gave her a more soulful look—one that was so rare from him that her breath caught. “Mi reina. You scared me.”

He tipped her into his front pocket. She could feel his fingers shivering with relief as he hugged her through the fabric. She leaned into his chest, more certain than ever that she had made the right decision.

((Author’s note: What a rollercoaster for Lore! Does she have any regrets? Probably only that she didn’t get more kisses from Micah. But she’s willing to let that go now that she knows his secret 😘))

#gt #g/t #giant tiny #gianttiny #gt writing #g/t writing #gt story #g/t story #gt fearplay #g/t fearplay #hurt/comfort #print universe #trinket universe #print universe story #trinket universe story #my writing #oc: lorelei #oc: andres #oc: micah #oc: everly

[m4gicisland]

૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა damon reznor x f!traveller  — sfw / fluff / lazy proofread / 1.2k wc

it’s not as if damon had received a lot of gifts in his life. 

growing up, his birthday was never celebrated, if even acknowledged, and he’d learned that expecting so much as a “happy birthday” was a complete waste of time. he would be met with nothing but disappointment, and damon wasn’t a huge fan of disappointment.

it was just another day to live through. another year in which he had somehow avoided a one-way ticket to hell. because, let’s be honest, only in his wildest dreams would he be granted any bittersweet depiction of an afterlife. in reality, damon reznor was undeserving of second chances—even ones that he didn’t believe in.

throughout the years, the assassin had somehow acquainted himself with people that, deep deep deep down, had a heart. one big enough to bless him with gifts on a day that he had gone years without recognising.

but opening the door of his quarters at the ass crack of dawn to a member of the royal peg’asi family clutching a knife in their hands on such a day? the thought of an afterlife paled in comparison. that seemed more within his reach than whatever clusterfuck of a fever dream he was having right now.

“to what do i owe the pleasure, your highness?” resting one hand on the door frame, he took their brief silence as an opportunity to rack his brain for an explanation. the target on his back might as well be tattooed with all the people who dream to one day put him out of his misery, but he cannot recall doing anything that would push this peg’asi to darken his doorstep with a knife so early in the morning.

“i brought you a gift!” the princess exclaimed somewhat excitedly, although the uncertainty in her voice and inability to make eye contact made damon raise a scarred brow. a gift? for me?

“i hate to break it to you princess, but it’s the middle of july. i don’t think santa made plans to come early this year.”

“don’t be a dick, damon. i know it’s not christmas,” the princess’s gaze raised to meet his. “in fact, i’d say today is a bit more special than christmas...”

it took everything he had to not snort at such a comment. while damon reznor was a dick, he most certainly wasn’t dumb. he knew exactly what today was, but he had better things to do than pay any attention to that fact.

“i’ve gotta say, i’m surprised you even realised. i don’t remember telling you the day my mother made the greatest mistake of her life.”

“oh no, i’d say she made it long before that,” the princess grinned. “but that’s not the point! here-“ the royal waved the knife in damon’s line of vision, making it impossible to miss. “-take this.”

he took the knife with ease, weighing it in his hands. it felt familiar, his eyes narrowing with realisation. “this is my knife.”

“shocker.” the princess rolled her eyes, her smile lighting up her face. “the knife isn’t the gift, dumbass.”

“ah, but it would’ve been a very thoughtful one.”

“hey, you know any sane person would question why they’ve answered the door to someone with a knife in their hand?”

“ha, i doubt there’s even an ounce of sanity on this ship, princess.”

rolling her eyes, the princess bent down to retrieve something hidden behind her legs. damon failed to notice the messily wrapped object she’d kept tucked out of his sight.

despite the insanity of this situation, one question tugged at his thoughts. “seriously, how did you know?”

she held it out eagerly, pushing it into him. “i was having a nice little chat with ryona the other day and she let it slip.”

he had no choice but to take the gift into his own hands if he wanted to leave without a hole in his stomach. seriously, the force was unexpected.

“alright, alright, i’ve got it.” he held the gift out between the two of them to examine. it’s shape is reminiscent of the notepads that lived comfortably on his desk, only this one was wrapped up messily in about three different designs of wrapping paper. “but if this is my gift, why the knife? i don’t think threats are part of the tradition.”

“well, it’s been a while since i’ve been able to give a gift like this. i’ve always had so much fun doing the wrapping part and got sort of... carried away? i used too much tape, it’s quite difficult to open without cutting it somehow. i just thought it would come more naturally for you to use a knife.” the princess smiled apologetically.

“well, if the gift is shit at least i can stab it to show my disapproval.” damon laughed. “or maybe i could stab you for insulting my honour?”

the princess’s mouth gaped open in poorly concealed horror. “insulting your honour?”

“i didn’t even want to celebrate my birthday, but you went and got me a gift i hated just to make things worse. i’d be deeply offended.”

“whatever. just open it, will you?”

damon proceeded to cut the wrapping paper open with swift ease, almost confirming his suspicion of its contents. he peeled the paper away to reveal a doodle of an orange tabby cat glued neatly to the cover. it’s a sketchbook. flipping through it uncovers multiple illustrations of all different breeds of cats.

“i originally wanted to get an actual cat, but your birthday gift isn’t worth getting thrown out into space for.”

damon chuckled, although his gaze didn’t leave the sketchbook. “blondielocks definitely wouldn’t approve.”

the princess hummed in agreement. “instead we can torment him with my drawings until he caves and brings us the real deal as a peace offering.”

after examining every page, he closed the book gently and tucked it under his armpit. “thanks, princess. this is not what i expected when you showed up to my room with a knife, but i’m pleasantly surprised.”

the princess winked at the assassin before knitting her brows together. “hey, i think i deserve more credit. do you know how long it took to draw all of those cats? do you know how much debt i’m in with bash now? he’s expecting a lifetime supply of crayons after this project!”

damon clicked his tongue. “it’s impolite to demand things from the birthday boy. did you not learn anything from that expensive education of yours?”

folding her arms across her chest, the princess huffed a defeated sigh. “fine. happy birthday, damon.”

chuckling in amusement, damon leaned down to tuck a stray hair behind the princess’s ear and brushed a soft kiss to her forehead. that precious, adorable angry look quickly being replaced by one of shock. “thank you, princess.”

satisfaction painted his face as he stepped back into his room, leaving the flustered princess with the gorgeous view of his door once again.

as if the gift itself wasn’t a big enough shock, the warmth flooding his heart left him with more to think about than he’d have liked so early in the morning.

the princess was a fool if she thought he’d let the captain lay a finger on her artwork. it was his, and only his. he would treasure this gift for as long as he had to celebrate the tragedy of his existence.

an unexpected gift from the same person he’d threatened and tormented all those months ago. if she could forgive him, maybe he wasn’t all that bad.

maybe damon reznor was deserving of second chances after all...

#a6 x reader #a6 #andromeda six #damon reznor #damon imagine

[you-cant-fuck-megaman]

one thing that i've always found kind of interesting about dr. light's design is his hair.

from original incarnations

to recent incarnations

to mega man x

the dude straight-up rocks a pomp. inafune said he based doctor light’s design off santa claus, which i can understand, but last i checked santa claus had a cool hat covering his hair, not a goddamn biker ‘do

and it's funny, because in-game he's generally pretty straight-laced and serious. he's the Dad. he's megaman's dad. the kind of father figure he is depends on whether it's the archie comics (navigator/moral support), fully charged (invested in his son's life), ruby spears (addled), the classic games (non-existent), or the X games (not existent), but generally he acts as the caring father figure overseeing megaman and trying to cheer him along.

but what does capcom think of him?

ライト博士のコンセプトはひとことで言うと「父性」ですね. / Dr. Light's concept could be summed up in a single word as "father". 優しくて大らかで、でも時には厳しさも見せる、ロックマンの生みの親であリ、ロボツト社会の父です。 / He's the creator of both Megaman and modern roboticism, and is quite a kind and generous man, but he has a rougher side to him... (My japanese is not professional, please take this translation with a grain of salt)

pardon?

that light has a rougher/harsher side is honestly surprising, considering you can count the amount of times he's been genuinely angry on-screen on a single hand. he's one of the most successful and revolutionary men of 20XX and still manages to be chill a f, always coming up with an answer for even the most out-there situations.

but that would explain the delinquent hairstyle.

so, what do we actually know about light? - he attended class with Wily and shot down Wily's double gear thing - depending on the translation, they either worked together as a team (english) or were only colleagues (japanese) or were cooperative rivals (megamix) - the dude's biggest school accomplishments are winning the LIT Manual Design contest four years in a row, and a World Engineer First Prize, both tasks focusing on technical prowess rather than strictly academic prowess - that said, he has a Nobel Prize in physics so fuck me i guess - nowadays he works as a professor at the Mecha-Chuchets Institute of Robology - despite that, he likes keeping his hands busy, since he's got a side hustle as a contracted roboticist for O.D.A. Electronics - it's something that he actively enjoys and wants to keep doing for the fun of it, since in exchange O.D.A. provides electronic parts to him, rather than silly things like "a paycheck" - he REALLY likes keeping his hands busy, since he also provides technology to Nakaume Heavy Machinery and Tsubakuro Precision Machining - the dude super-believes in peace and justice - he hates fighting and hated giving rock a weapon to turn him into megaman - despite this, he knows martial arts, since he teaches X the Hadouken and Shoryuken. this is questionable in canonicity but i'm going somewhere with this, trust me - according to his diary, he likes playing fighting games to unwind. - he likes to smoke (don't smoke, kids) - he likes rock and roll, as in the music genre. though i guess he likes rock and roll the characters as well. i guess. - generally he's kind of a music fan. - he's an optimist and generally tries to believe the best in others, that people can change and evil can be redeemed - he's transhumanist before capcom knew what that word meant, and worked towards a dream world where humans and sentient robots can live side by side in harmony

if there's a hard side to him, we've rarely seen it so my brain decides to start taking several jumps, right? what if the bitterness lies in his history? we don't actually know much about light's history.

the pompadour and love of rock bring to mind a very specific kind of image, that of the greaser from the 1950s. rebels without a cause, delinquent teenagers causing problems and getting into trouble. coincidentally enough, it's a style that the franchise has flirted before, with hideki ishikawa's art of roll and rock dressed up in old americana fashion, with rock sporting a greaser pomp.

but where would he have gotten that from?

let's delve completely into the realm of headcanon. what if light wasn't the most upstanding youth? the fact that he actively enjoys working with his hands and pursues mostly the physical aspects of engineering rather than the academic aspects seems to be the most telltale part of this angle. it's quite possible that he simply didn't do well at academic pursuits.

struggled at school. wore a leather jacket. smoked. hung around at arcades. listened to rock n' roll. played with hearts. probably broke some hearts, too. given his extremely pained stance on violence now, it's possible he very much saw the effects of violence first-hand in his youth. got into brawls, started fights. probably got into real bad fights. maybe ended them too. but Something Happened along the way. something that made him change course. and so, light started cleaning up his life. started learning and practicing martial arts to focus, to become one with himself. went to a technical school to start working with his hands, and managed to pick things back up and get his life back on track. he was in a dark place, but he managed to change, and so he knows first hand that people can change. that good lies in people. and that he knows even the most seedy of people have the potential to change and to become great. and a good decade or two later, that throwaway good-for-nothing delinquent starts excelling in this new field. something that lets him get his hands filthy and to make things--make PHYSICAL things. things that have an impact. and a good several decades after that, he's finally advanced enough in his skills that he wants to make someone he can be close to. someone he can love. someone he can call family. i notice rock and roll aren't super-curious about their metaphorical grandparents.

probably not important, have a rough sketch i did instead:

#megaman #mega man #rockman #dr. light #doctor light #headcanon #inapplicable

[thebearme]

MY EENE HEADCANONS

just going to warn you that this is long

EDgar Joseph

6'9 ft

Demi-Romantic

Caucasian

Pisces 23 Y/o 3/2/1985

Film college major (Jobs: Indie horror film maker, Animal caretaker)

FAVORITE FOOD:

Butter toast & Gravy (duh)

VIBE:

Alien Boy - Oliver Tree

Eight Wonder - Lemon Demon

Turn the lights off - TallyHall

- Arts & craft master

- Has a fursona

- Learned what a shower is

- He's still is a lil gross

- Ed changed his name to Ed so he can match with Eddy when he was 6

- Ed real name is: Bob Horace Joseph

- Lemon demon fan

- The one ed to be dating a Kankers (May)

- The oldest ed (he got left-back a year)

- Has yellow teeth becuz he didn't brush his teeth when he was younger

- Has a pet chicken from Rolf but it's at the barn, can't stay at the dorms :(

- Takes care of Rolf's animals ever so often, he loves when he can help

- Thinks of Dee like a mom figure

- Is on better ground with Sarah after BPS and once she realizes how awful their mom was to Ed

- Ed's the only person with yellow skin that because of all the gravy grease he eats

- Drop the violin to play all types of weird instruments instead

- LOVES crytids, FNAF lore and SCP

- Likes going to haunted places for fun

- Ed's drawings are now ten times more disturbing

- Draws on mspaint

- MUST. HAVE. OVERSIZED. SLEEVES!

- Ed is a food stealer

- Ed and Edd bond with the unexplainable wonders of the world (Deep sea creatures)

- Instead of getting a chewy necklace he just buys chew toys for dogs, they're cheaper and cooler

- Uses weird emojis: 🧟‍♂️🦷🧠🪳🌚

- ASD & ADHD

Disability:

* Has a fractured skull

* Brain hurts fr when he thinks hard

* Frequently lost of balance = needs a cane

EDDward (Double dee) Johnson

6'3 ft

Trans-Masc & Bi

(Afro-Vietnamese)

Aquarius 22 Y/o 2/10/1986

Psychology major / Science engineering minor (Jobs: none, scholarships & grants are paying the tuition)

FAVORITE FOOD:

Tuna fish gumbo

VIBE:

The machine - Lemon Demon

American healthcare - Penelope Scott

I threw out love of my dreams - Weezer

Pretty rave girl

- It was hard for Dee to not pick every major

- Double dee got overwhelmed with the college choices he had so he just followed the eds in to Peach Creek's community college

- The OCD got worse when he got older so the eds made a compromise to help clean the dorm often

- Santa believer

- Has a Costco supply of everything

- He likes scene but doesn't tell the eds

- Can't flirt for his life

- Dee Prays everyday that God will forgive the eds sins

- insomniac

- Double dee is trying to find a Scientific explanation for why their tongues are still dyed by the jawbreakers for years now

- Double dee has to braid his hair back before going to bed or else it would be wild in the morning

- Dee is comfortable in his body, doesn't need a bind all the time

- If you don't let Dee to say big words he'll start speaking like a bimbo unironically

- The Light-skin

- Is a ferret

- He got therapy for the 'dodgeball incident'

- Still wears his hat always, even when the eds already know about the scar

- Still passionate about learning but is slowly being a burnt out gifted student

- Even though Eddy tends to distract Dee from studying, if Eddy left college Double dee would have dropped out with him. A least for a gap year(s)

- Dee is a hugger

- Double dee found out that there's a Chemical compound with in shrooms that lessen the psychological symptoms of OCD...

- Dee has shrooms

- Dee is not afraid to be the bitchy friend to make sure the eds don't get themselves into jail

- Willing to kill for Eddy

- A certified forklift driver

- Mothers Ed

- Writes large paragraphs in text and the small amount of emoticons he uses are: =] >:-( :-D

- ASD

Disability:

* Asthma

* Diabetic (genetic, from both parents) Wears a insulin pump

Edwin (EDDY) McGee

5'3 ft

Pans

Puerto Rican (1/2 mother's side)

Italian American (1/2 father's side)

Aries 21 Y/o 3/24/1987

Undeclared major

(Jobs: whatever job he has that week)

FAVORITE FOOD:

Crafts mac n cheese

VIBE:

Soft Fuzzy Man - Lemon Demon

What's New Pussycat - Tom Jones

Lyin' Awake - Steam Powered Giraffe

Cuphead Rap - JT Music

- Eddy frankly doesn't know how he graduated high school

- Eddy loves old stuff (music, clothes, technology)

- Eddy likes underrated/unappreciated historical figures

- He can still be erratic sometimes and still haves trust issues

- Eddy does his nails

- Once he stopped wearing his brother's clothes he started finding his own style

- He is a FASHION KING, never seen in the same clothes often

- Drag queen

- Still doesn't understand personal space or the difference from complements and flirting

- Still a big sap

- Constantly sleeps in Dee bedroom instead of his own

- Insecure with his curly hair so he gel's it most of the time

- HE'S A BINGUS CAT

- Weed smoker

- Once had the eds do a breaking bad

- Surprisingly nice legs

- Insomniac

- Eddy tends to have depressive episodes

- Occasionally goes to therapy, but keeps making light of his issues or dodging them completely

- Writes his name on his food so Ed won't steal it (It doesn't work)

- Was a Premature baby

- Eddy is actually really smart and can make things, he just doesn't have the foresight or the motivation

- Eddy has a pet mouse

- He's flexible and can do acrobatics

- Eddy is still a little narcissistic

- ADHD

Disability:

* Has a stiff right wrist (has a wrist brace that he doesn't wear, prefers to just use he's left hand)

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