#THIS is so adorable and the idea came to me like a fucking lightbulb going off

[mccncutter]

Randomly reaches up to fix his collar… ❝ You're a mess sometimes, y'know that. ❞ Uttered softly with just a touch of disdain yet upon closer look there's a faint smile upon her lips as she speaks. ❝ ... there. ❞ Exhale of a sigh and she promptly turns but not before hitting the youth’s chest with the back of her hand. ❝ And stop slouching, you look like a caveman. ❞

| | |   @raimeineko  | | |    ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ:   ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ   !

          Well,  everything had led to this day.  Between the constant jumbling of personal life,  shinigami life,  and school life ... it was all gonna be worth it.   such a long journey,  from a small child,  to the man who stood front,  he who conquered the world’s deadliest horrors,  fresh off the victory against Juha Bach and the Sternritters.  Kurosaki Ichigo,  a man controlled by fear or despair no longer,  proudly ready to walk along a new path.    

                                    It was Graduation Day.   

          Naturally,  substitute had invited many of his family and friends to the ceremony,  many being shinigami and that ilk.  Many accepted the invitation,  and took the day trip to The World Of The Living to see their golden boy walk with his hard earned diploma.  The obvious ones like Rukia,  Renji,  The Vizards, etc were to be expected, but others like Byakuya,  Shunsui,  Toshirou,  Kenpachi,  ... hell,  most of the Gotei came out in support of their very own war hero.  It was ... kind of intimidating,  he couldn’t lie.  Only a few had chosen to don’ gigai,  others chose to watch on out of sight of the humans attending,  well at least the ones without spiritual senses.  It was great to see the reactions of the human friends of his seeing this cavalcade of characters appear from thin air.  Chuckles could be heard from the Karakura Four,  all dressed up for their big day,  ready to take on the future they fought for.

          Once everyone dispersed,  Ichigo stood alone for a second.  Gathering thoughts,  reflecting on the past,  thinking of the future.  Smile would slowly creep upon visage,  and the familiar call of name would snap black sun to.  Turning heel,  hazel would meet gold as Flash Goddess appeared,  flanked by Kisuke and Isshin.  Genuine smile now shifting to playful smirk,  choosing the low road and following their appearance up with chastising.

                  ❝   Tch ... think you could’ve cut it any closer,  you guys  ???   ❞

          Before reply could be had,   Flash Goddess was already upon him,  lithe digits dancing around his collar before giving her own thoughts about his state.  Before some smart aleck retort could even be thought of,  let alone spat,  boy noticed the curvature of lips,  trying ever so desperately to hide from hazel gaze.  As she finished fixing his state of dress,  pulling away as quickly as she came,  Ichigo stood in silence.  A memory rang true,  that of Masaki readying a young boy for his first day at school,  that same delicate touch applied to collar,  it felt like yesterday she was with him ... and yet she’ll miss this day too.

          Neko’s quick smack to broad chest firmly snapped him free of this memory’s clutches,  hazel starting to pool,  fighting for chance to breath.  Was it the memory of the smack that pulled tears from ducts,  we’ll never be too sure.  Truth be told,  substitute hadn’t even acknowledged the second insult,  distracted by his own feelings of the encounter.   Time ticked by,  as boy continued to stand in awe,  before grin would place itself firmly ‘pon visage once more,  digits traveling upwards to strike any sense of sorrow from the record,  would be tears disappearing without trace.  

                               ❝  Yeah ... thanks, Yoruichi.   ❞

          Before said flash step master could turn to face shinigami once more,  arm would quickly snake its way around her shoulder,  boy now draping himself upon the other,  leaning upon her without restraint,  chuckle ripping from lungs as he hung.

                                                                 ❝  Don’t slouch like this  ???  ❞

#♚ ASK: Ｓｔｒａｎｇｅ． Ｔｈｅ Ｐｏｗｅｒ Ｏｆ Ａ Ｑｕｅｓｔｉｏｎ． #♚ ABOUT: Ｉ Ａｍ Ｔｈｅ Ｓｕｎ Ｗａｉｔｉｎｇ Ｔｏ Ｒｉｓｅ． Ｈｏｐｉｎｇ Ｔｏ Ｄｉｍ Ａ Ｌｉｔｔｌｅ Ｍｏｒｅ Ｕｎａｐｏｌｏｇｅｔｉｃａｌｌｙ． #raimeineko #SCREAMINGGGGGGG #THIS is so adorable and the idea came to me like a fucking lightbulb going off #this is now a bonafide headcanon post about his graduation!!! #thank you dani for my life

[gazelessmenagerie]

[AIGHT KURO I'm gonna wake up from a dead sleep slam you with appreciation and positivity and then pass tf back out lmao ready??

your portrayal? fantastic. it's so amazing to see a Z Broly treated with so much genuine care and nuance while ALSO having a lot of great meme potential and it has been... Such a fun ride to keep poking him with my dumbass muse and gradually peel some of those layers back. your ideas for Broly's aesthetic as a mysterious desert cryptid and a rampaging otherworldly beast and a bonified Southwestern cowboy are also god-tier. just... your mind. incredible. I think my favorite thing about Broly though is how straightforward he is (at least on the surface). I've said this before but he has a lot of asshole cat energy, just... tired? takes a nap. hungry? goes and eats whatever. doesn't like something? smacks it into oblivion. he's awful and it's a goddamn delight and I've been vibrating so hard at the slow discovery of all the shit he keeps inside that Isn't straightforward, but shh don't tell him that.

k I'm gonna turn my brain off and back on again now but I had to pop in and tell you you're doing fucking awesome, and every day I'm so glad I get to see it. ❤️❤️❤️❤️]

「   ASK MEME :   HOW’S MY PORTRAYAL?   」  * send anonymously or not. feedback is appreciated!  

( PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME.. )

( SHIN. YOU DIDNT HAVE TO BE THIS DAMN NICE AFTER YOU JUST WOKE UP FROM THE DEAD JUST FOR THIS. but ily and I appreciate afnldsjgg i hope you had a good rest. LMFDSLJG I need the meme potential, I gotta be able to laugh at my own muses every now and then. It’s been such a wild ride having Kakarot poke at him??  LOOK. LOOOOK... I’m a slut for certain things and it shows. Some things just mesh well and when that lightbulb goes off, I’m gonna go after it and play around a bit, and so far I’ve been having a lot of fun having that asshole be the hot cowboy no one expected. just.. adjusting to Earth never had to be an assimilation to earth’s rules and we got plenty of spooky things here, so whats one more? )

( LMFLJG he absolutely has those vibes and I love/hate him for it. He just does what he wants. plEASE.. just.. ough all the internal things he keeps, things he lies to himself over, things he doesn’t even acknowledge or refuses to. dont worry, i wont tell him. )

( thank ya so much <3 i had to keep this and read it over a bit but GODS I’ve adored our interactions and just keep it up. Love the back and forth with those two fuckers. Keep up the good work on your end too, Kakarot is just a goddamn riot that gives me mental whiplash. )

#likesguyskakarot #|| Tag: Kuro's Treasure Hoard #( no YOU. ) #( tbh broly was such a hard muse for me at first. I wasn't used to having such a direct and violent character but lmfanlsg ) #( look where I am now. writing these depraved things with him. broly gonna broly. ) #( he's just awful but he's a blorbo. ) #( once more thank ya for sending this ;w; I'm hella glad you've been enjoying my bullshit. )

[beomcoups]

His Muse | KHJ

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: fashion designer!Hongjoong (Ateez) x reader

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛: Flashing Lights collab hosted by me 

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, smut, established relationship au, fashion industry au

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing, masturbating, fingering, oral (f receiving), missionary, nail digging, dirty talk, nipple play, creampie, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1.4k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:  It was definitely fate at Fashion Week the way you and Hongjoong met. Inseparable ever since, Hongjoong likes to practice his craft with you as his favorite subject. When the sun goes down he never fails to express why you're a constant source of inspiration.

AN: Thank you to @sugasbabiie​, @eatjeanjin​, and @hobipaint​ for looking over this for me. I really appreciate it 🖤

The sky has reached the golden hour, with the sunlight shining through the windows in your penthouse. You sit on the stool in nothing but a satin button-up shirt. Behind you is a plain white background, and you are patiently waiting for your photo to get taken. You aren’t a model by any means, but you can’t tell your fashion designer of a boyfriend, Hongjoong, that. He is constantly taking pictures of you and adding them to his mood boards. He calls you his muse, his excuse being that you are the most beautiful thing that has ever been created on this Earth. 

You met at a New York fashion week while visiting a show you were invited to by your best friend Seonghwa, who showcased his latest collection. It’s not the first time you went to a show that Seonghwa held, but this event was a collaboration between his and Hongjoong’s, and it was a massive event for him. You came in dressed in your best, expecting to support your best friend on this huge achievement and maybe go to an after-party. But the moment you locked eyes on Hongjoong, you knew you were in trouble. Your plans quickly changed, and you ended the night in Hongjoong’s hotel in his bed, riding him until the sun rose. 

You two have been inseparable ever since; you moved in with him a month later on his insistence, and you started working together as his accountant. You have a masters in accountancy, and his business is ever-growing, so it made sense for him to have someone he trusts looking over his books. You both fell in love fast and hard, and there’s not a day that goes by that he doesn’t shower you with gifts or adore you. Everything he designs has been tried on you first, and he always seeks your approval. He lights the furnace in your heart and fills you up with a love that you’ve never had before. 

“Okay, baby, are you ready?” Hongjoong comes out of the room, his expensive camera in hand. 

“Mmhm,” you hum.

He holds his camera up and the flash goes off before you are ready, your vision temporarily blinded from the brightness. You hear him come over to you and you feel him rub your eyes gently, alleviating the slight pain in your eyes. Hongjoong kisses you on your forehead and waits for you to be back at your 100% before taking more photos of you. You pose the way you usually do, giving your best Naomi Campbell, as they say. He is focused on the lens, making sure he catches you at every angle. 

“Unbutton your shirt for me,” Hongjoong instructs, still clicking away on the camera. 

You do as you're told, unbuttoning your shirt slowly, revealing your stomach while covering your breasts. This new level of exposure starts to turn you on, and you have the idea to have him take your pictures while you get totally undressed. You continue to take off your shirt, watching him bite his lip and take his eye off the camera. 

“What are you doing, doll?” He asks, moving closer to you and lifting your chin to meet his face. 

“I want you to take some different kinds of pictures tonight,” you murmur, fiddling with his belt on his pants. 

Hongjoong leans down and kisses you, his cool hands massaging your breasts. Finally, you manage to unbuckle his pants and slide them down, his member growing hard by the minute. You are tempted to wrap your mouth around his cock, but you have a plan, and you are sticking to it. 

“Come with me to bed,” you direct, getting up from the stool and sliding your panties off. 

You take them and stuff them in his mouth, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head. Then, you walk to your massive bedroom, crawling on the bed on all fours, waiting for him to be fully ready to pounce. He comes in shortly after, undressed with his camera in hand, his other hand palming his shaft softly. You watch him approach you from behind, his fingers leaving his shaft to brush against your clit before he gives it a soft kiss. Your breath hitches, and you cling to the sheets as his tongue slowly licks up your center. 

“Please, don’t stop,” you beg, riding his tongue with his rhythm. 

You hear the camera clicking as he continues to tease your clit and now has two fingers stuffed inside of you. You’ve never been able to last long with this mouth and finger combo, and tonight is no different. You scream his name as your orgasm bursts through you, your sweetness gushing everywhere on his fingers. He pulls his fingers out just to flip you over and lick you dry, your legs buckling from overstimulation. He doesn’t stop until you cum again, his soft lips humming against your clit so softly that you can’t help but give him what he wants. 

“I really want your pretty lips around my cock,” Hongjoong groans as he strokes himself harder. 

Though his tone is dominant, his words come out desperate and needy. The way he bites his lip as he focuses on your body, imagining all the ways he wants to have you tonight. You want him just as bad, but you decide to make him wait just a little bit longer. Just to be a minx, you decide to tease him a little. You slip your fingers down to your sweet nectar, playing with yourself softly without breaking eye contact with him. Hongjoong grabs his camera, taking pictures of you in the moment while he still strokes himself. 

“You look so pretty baby,” he cooed, taking one more picture before setting the camera down. “I can’t wait anymore.”

Before you can react, he spreads your legs apart and slams himself inside of you, lifting your head up so you can see him pummel you. 

“You like this, don't you?” He gloats, slapping your breasts. “You like teasing me until I snap and fuck you to sleep huh? This is what you wanted all day. I know you, my dirty whore.”

His harsh words send you into overdrive, and you kiss him feverishly, grinding your hips to match his pace. His hands grab your throat and squeezes it slightly as he whispers more dirty things into your ear, adding more highs to your already close peak. His face is reddening and you feel yourself reaching your peak, so you grab his camera and set it to record, watching him thoroughly fuck you through the lens as he murmurs your name. 

“Hongjoong… baby I-,” you choke. 

“Are you going to cum for me doll?” His tone is velvety and your stomach coils into knots, feeling yourself about to burst. 

You nod frantically, begging for him to coat your walls with his load. Your nails dig into his arms as you dissolve into pleasure, screaming his name into his shoulder. His legs sputter and he releases shortly after you, filling you up with his load like you asked. You can feel yourself pulsing, your legs shaking uncontrollably as they are still being held in the air. Hongjoong slowly pulls himself out of you, kissing your sweaty face and making his way down to your nipples. 

“I love you,” he leaves one lasting kiss on your right nipple before returning to your lips. 

“I love you more,” you pull him on top of you, wanting to be held. 

Hongjoong holds you tightly, stroking your hair as he watches you fall asleep in his arms. You sound peaceful, your light snores tickling his insides, as he always found that adorable. He slowly gets up and grabs the camera, wanting to take pictures of you in this serene state. He realizes that the camera was still recording, catching everything that happened from the moment you grabbed it. 

“I guess I’ll have to add the pictures we did manage to take into our own little mood board,” he chuckles, sending the pictures to his backup drive. 

Hongjoong turns around and takes one last picture of you, covered in a white sheet like the angel he always thought you were. A lightbulb goes off in his head, and he grabs a notepad, sketching you while you sleep. He decides that his next collection will be a soft collection with a lot of white and soft colors that will be perfect for the summertime. He takes his time, curating the ideas he has onto his notepad, not wanting to forget a single detail and to get this going as soon as possible. 

Hongjoong looks over to you once more, amazed that you came into his life but a year ago and have been the source of all this creative energy. He loves you more than you will ever know, the apple of his eye. His forever muse. 

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[jungshookz]

omg it’s me again i just thought of sth and only you can make it so good;; EMT seokjiN and this prompt i saw sth like “will you stop flirting with me? you just got seriously injured and I’m the emt trying to tend to your wounds, i don’t give a fuck that i look cute when i’m concerned, you’re lucky you’re not dead you dipshit”

➺ pairing; emt!seokjin x reader 

➺ genre; sfw!! namjoon is clumsy!! y/n is particularly cheeky that even i was like :0!! and handsome seokjin is simply handsome!! 

➺ wordcount; 4.9k

➺ what to expect; “i’m just checking out your pupils, darling. trust me. you’ll know when i’m about to kiss you.” 

➺ note; i thought i’d kick off the christmas with cee event with a jin drabble seeing as it was recently his birthday!! also i hope this drabble pumps you UP for the other drabbles that’ll be posted this month <3 happy deceember!! 

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“i just don’t think this is a super good idea, you know?” namjoon mutters sheepishly, looking down at you while you busy yourself with tightening his laces, “i mean, i can barely walk three steps without tripping over a normal floor, so i don’t know if me on ice is going to be any better-”

“oh, will you please give it a break? i’ve got you!” you get up off the ground before dusting your knees off, “besides, you were the one who said you wanted to try ice-skating - and it’s not like the ice skating rink is as steep as a mountain or anything. it’s all nice and flat! see?” you gesture towards the zamboni currently making its rounds on the ice, “and we came here just in time for a nice, clean layer of ice for us to skate on. there’s nothing that could go wrong!”

“nothing that could go wrong?!” namjoon gawks, hoisting his foot up so he can rest his ankle across his knee, “look at this thing, y/n! what kind of a shoe is this?” he taps his fingernail against the metal blade before quickly retracting his hand and shuddering, “these things are literal weapons- why can’t i just skate without the skates?”

“because that... wouldn’t be ice-skating anymore? that’d just be... ice-walking. and your sneakers won’t do you any good on the ice, anyway,” you shake your head before shrugging, “the blades are supposed to help you, like- they get a… solid grip on the ice and it helps you move around better, you know? something like that.”

namjoon scoffs and leans back on the bench, “please explain to me how a thin metal blade is supposed to get a solid grip on ice-”

“look, the offer to get you one of those little kiddie things for you to hold onto still stands.” you point over to the front counter, “they have one that looks like a penguin! it’s adorable! i mean, i think it’s a little shorter than your knees so you might have to crouch down a little if i get one for you-”

“wha-” namjoon immediately frowns before crossing his arms, “y/n, i am a grown man. i don’t need to hold onto a penguin-”

“okay, suit yourself!” you chirp, sticking your hand out for him, “c’mon, you manly man. i wanna get on the ice! i’ve been waiting all week for this-”

namjoon grumbles curses under his breath as he pushes himself up off the bench

penguin

he doesn’t need a penguin!

how dare you!!!!!

you can’t help but giggle as you watch him waddle towards you, being very careful not to fall over and twist an ankle

admittedly, bringing namjoon to an ice skating rink probably wasn’t the best idea

one time he sprained his ankle after tripping over literally nothing and he had to use a crutch for like two weeks

he’s verY susceptible to injuries 

when he first brought up the idea of going to an ice-skating rink you were going to turn him down and suggest something safer and more namjoon friendly...

but it’s december!

and december is literally the time to go ice-skating!

and there’s always a hot chocolate truck that’s parked right by the rink so hopefully you’ll be able to soothe namjoon’s bruised bum (you’re betting that namjoon’s bum will be all sorts of bruised after ten minutes on the ice) with extra whipped cream and marshmallows

hopefully he won’t be as grumpy as he is now when he’s sipping on a big ol mug of rich, creamy hot chocolate

“we’re going to have so much fun! the last time i went skating, i-” as soon as you slide onto the ice, namjoon suddenly yanks you backwards

you turn to look at him only to see him gripping onto the railing for dear life

he’s not even on the ice yet!

big ol’ wimp

“what’s the matter? cold feet?” you joke, namjoon giving you an unimpressed frown, “what?? you have to admit that was a good joke-”

“that was an awful joke-”

“namjoon…” you purse your lips and place your free hand on your hip, “you know that you have to be on the ice in order to ice skate, right?” you give his hand a reassuring squeeze, “i’m not going to let you fall. i promise! but in the rare case that you do fall, feel free to fall on top of me to cushion your blow. i’ll gladly break a couple of ribs just to keep you from hitting the ground!”

“what happens if you skate circles around me and end up cutting a circle into the ice and then i fall in??”

oh god

here we go

“that’s not going to happen, namjoon.” you shake your head, “because we’re not in a cartoon.”

“what happens if i accidentally fall backwards and end up stabbing myself in the eye with the blade?”

“that’s not going to happen, namjoon- first of all, the tip of the blade is rounded off, so you won’t be stabbing anything at all, and second of all, we both know you’re not nearly flexible enough for your body to be able to bend in half like that-

“what happens if i fall to the ground and someone skates over my fingers and slices them off?!”

“that’s not going to-” you pause for a split second, “well, that could happen, so maybe just don’t fall and remember to keep your hands off the ice-”

“okay, well- i don’t want to do this anymore!!!” namjoon lets go of your hand and you resist the urge to fall to the ground and let out a primal screech of rage, “if there’s even a chance that i’m going to lose the tip of one finger today, there’s no way in hell i’m getting onto the ice-”

“you’re not going to lose any fingers-”

“how can you be so sure?!”

you immediately shut up before reaching up to pinch the bridge of your nose

you love namjoon with all your heart but sometimes he’s just.., a little much

he’s not very big on risk-taking

he’s always been very content just staying within his comfort zone which is fine! 

you never pressure him into doing anything if he very clearly is uncomfortable with it

with that being said, it’s just that whenever you even try to nudge him like a centimetre out of his safety bubble, he flips out on you just like how he’s flipping out right now

like that one time you made him try a vanilla bean frappucino (arguably the plainest most basic frappucino flavour on the starbucks menu) instead of his usual iced americano and after he took a sip he accused you of trying to make him get diabetes

it’s not like you’re purposely trying to torment him by forcing him to ice skate

you just wanted to come here and have a good time with your friend!

“namjoon, you seriously need to calm down-”

“i am calm! i am so calm! in fact, i’ve never been MORE CALM-!”

it doesn’t take long for you and namjoon to start bickering with each other, the both of you too wrapped up in yelling at each other to notice the weird glances you’re getting from everyone

“all i’m trying to say is that the only reason why we’re here in the first place is because you said that you wanted to try-”

“yeah, and now i change my mind! what, are you saying i’m not allowed to change my mind?”

“i never- i never said you weren’t allowed to change your mind, i just want you to try to understand that it can be a little frustrating for me to set everything up for you only for you to chicken out at the end-”

“chicken out?! how dare you?! i am not chickening- i’m backing out for the safety of my eyeballs and my hands-”

“i said i would hold your hand the whole time!”

“that’s not secure enough! you holding my hand on slippery ice as a form of safety is equivalent to me getting on a rollercoaster using flimsy shoelaces to tie me to the seat-”

“that’s why i said i would get you the penguin so that you have two handles to hold onto-”

“i don’t want the friggin’ penguin!” namjoon snaps, stepping aside when a little kid nudges past him only to immediately glide onto the ice

the two of you pause to watch him and you gawk when he starts zipping back and forth like a maniac

that could be you right now

you, too, could be having a blast on the ice right now if it weren’t for your manbaby friend over here

you gesture to the random child currently twirling around on the ice before scoffing, “namjoon! look at him! if that literal toddler can do that on the ice, you can at least step forward to stand on the ice-”

“that is not a child, that is just a very tiny professional ice skater-”

you press your lips together in frustration as namjoon continues to list off reasons why the two of you should just go for hot chocolate and then go straight home

and for a second you think about giving up and just giving him what he wants but...

no

no way!

you are noT letting him talk himself out of this one this time

you wanna go ice skating today and you’re going to figure out a way to make both you and namjoon happy

okay

so he doesn’t want to hold your hand

he doesn’t want the penguin

what other options do you have??

you twiddle with the end of your scarf before pausing and looking down at it

…

lightbulb

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“alrighty… how does that feel?” you tighten the knot before giving namjoon’s stomach a pat, “nice and secure?”

yep

that’s right

you ended up tying your scarf around namjoon’s waist like some kind of a leash

you’re really hoping people won’t think this is one of those pet-play situations where namjoon is your human puppy and you’re his BDSM dominatrix

you’re not shaminG the kink or anything!!!

you’re just not into the whole arf arf roll over thing

it probably didn’t help that you wore a leather trench coat today

the weather’s finally cooled down enough for you to wear it so obviouSLY you had to wear your super cool leather trench coat but now you feel like you should take it off just in case it makes you look like you’re... into barking

namjoon hooks a finger into the scarf and gives it a little tug, “…i suppose… this is better than nothing…”

“great!” you sigh in relief, “so… i’m gonna take it nice and slow, okay? we’ll start off with some basic gliding and then we’ll go from there.”

unfortunately the ice is a little rougher now because it took like twenty minutes for namjoon to practice just standing on the ice without toppling over

you’re just glad that he’s now willing to actually give skating a try instead of giving up and going home

this is progress!!

you wonder if you’ll ever be able to convince him to go skydiving with you one day

...baby steps

“so, gliding is kind of like… it’s kind of like marching, i guess?” you hum, “it’ll help you transition into skating. you’re gonna march two steps forward and then let yourself just glide forward…” you wrap the end of the scarf around your fist to really make sure that it won’t slip from your fingers (because you’re 100% sure that namjoon will have a meltdown if you let go of it) as you continue to skate backwards slowly, watching namjoon’s feet like a hawk

you’re surprised he hasn’t fallen yet what with his wobbly knees

“am i… am i doing it??” namjoon asks dumbly and you can’t help but grin when he starts to pick up the movement

thank god he’s a fast learner

“hey, look at you go!” you laugh lightly, giving him a thumbs up, “you’re doing it! i mean, we’re going pretty slowly... but you’re doing it!”

namjoon reaches forward to grab onto the scarf when he wobbles a little and you immediately stop so that he can rebalance himself

(you don’t know how you’re going to catch him if he falls because he’s definitely going to end up crushing you and breaking all the bones in your body)

the two of you spend the next twenty minutes or so slowly making your way around the rink

for the most part, namjoon does just fine

there was one point where a little kid knocked into him from behind and he nearly fell over buT luckily he grabbed onto the railing before anything happened

he looked like he was fully ready to chase after the kid to strangle him but that’s beside the point

you let out an impatient little sigh as people continue to whiz past you

boo

you wanna do some whizzing too!

“are you…” you trail off, looking back over at namjoon, “okay to move on to stroking?”

namjoon’s brows furrow as he lets go of the scarf after regaining his balance, “stroking?”

“mhm!” you nod, turning to glance over your shoulder for a second to make sure there’s no one behind you, subtly skating backwards a tiny bit quicker, “it’s literally just, like, a longer version of gliding. you just extend the same motion for a longer period of time, that’s all.”

“oh... like... like this?” namjoon pushes off a little harder and you nod enthusiastically at the smooth movement

“yeah, there you go!” you laugh when namjoon picks it up with no problem, “look at you! you’re a natural... you might even be better than that tiny professional ice skater from earlier- make sure to lean forward a little…”

namjoon grins excitedly as he continues to glide left and right all while you (unbeknownst to him) gradually pick up your pace while pulling him towards you

hey!

he’s doing it!

this wasn’t as hard as he thought it’d be

he’s doing it!!!!!

and he’s going waY quicker than he originally was, which is probably a good sign, right?

“can i take the lead?” namjoon stands up a little straighter and puffs his chest out, “i wanna lead you now!”

you slow down a little and look down at the scarf that you’re still clutching onto for dear life, “you wanna take th- okay, well, do you want me to untie you?”

“oh no, i think you should still hold onto it just in case, but i wanna lead the way!” namjoon bounces up and down excitedly and clasps his hands together, “please, y/n? you’ve seen how fast i can go now!”

right

he can go super fasT on his own and it’s not because you’ve been pulling him along like a little wagon

you know what

it’s fine

you’re not worried about namjoon leading the way mainly because you know he’s just going to go around and around in slow circles

you could probably get away with closing your eyes while he pulls you around  

you snort before nodding and sliding to the side so that he can skate past you, “alright, hotshot. you take the lead. now it’s really going to look like this is a leash- woAH-” your eyes widen in surprise when namjoon suddenly surges forward, his legs going left and right and left and right at a consistent pace-

oh god

okay

you speed yourself up as well to try to keep up with him, keeping your grip tight around your poor stretched out scarf

“namjoon-!” you laugh uneasily, “take it easy, you speed demon-”

“we should go ice skating all the time!” namjoon cheers, raising both his hands up in the air as he continues gliding like a maniac, “isn’t this fun?!”

“oh shit, sorry, excuse me-” you try your best noT to collide with people as you skate past them, “namjoon, i know you think this is fun but i really think you should slow down a little- oh, frick-” you curse to yourself when you notice that your scarf is caught in the clasp of your bracelet

shit!

this scarf was expensive!!!!

there’s no way you’re going to accidentally yanK out the threads and ruin it

“c’mon, stupid thing...” you look up for a brief second to make sure that namjoon’s still going straight and that he’s not about to round a corner or anything before looking back down to try to unhook the thread

you could try tugging on it but you’re worried that it’s going to mess up your scarf and you are noT willing to take that chance

“i’m turning here!”

“uh-huh, yeah...” your tongue pokes out in concentration as you use your nail to try to pluck it out and...

ah!

success!

there we go

no destroyed scarves today!

“what did you just sa-!” your eyes widen in surprise when suddenly the scarf disappears from your fist and you look up to see that the-

SMAK!

                                       »»————-　❄　————-««

...

...

my head hurts

...

my ass hurts too

...

you peel an eye open slowly before closing it again

holy moly

your head is spinning and your ears are ringing and you’re pretty sure your eyes are permanently crossed because you can’t seem to get your vision to focus

is it possible to feel like you want to throw up and pass out at the same time?

you squeeze your eyes shut before shaking your head a little in a poor attempt to shakE the pain away

jesus

what happened??

the last thing you remember is going full speed on the ice and then everything went black

you push yourself up onto your elbows before looking around

you… are in a van that smells like bleach for some reason

why are you in a van??

oh god

were you kidnapped???

were you chloroformed and kidnapped???

you jump when one of the doors suddenly swings open and you immediately pull your legs up and away so that your kidnapper can’t reach over and drag you out by the legs

“hey, you! how are you feeling?”

“i- um-” you sit up all the way before turning and leaning back against the metal bench screwed into the side of the van, “i think i’m oka- a..a...aaaaaayyyy....?” you trail off dumbly, finding yourself being unable to shut your TRAP 

okay

hello

you blink owlishly at the very handsome kidnapper before tilting your head to the side a little

the corners of his mouth twitch in a smile and he mimics your movements, tilting his head as well

maybe… you weren’t kidnapped

you just died and went to heaven, that’s all!

this is heaven

heaven is the back of an impeccably clean van and you are currently staring at a real-life angel

“sorry you woke up all alone, by the way- i just had to ask your friend a couple of questions as to what happened... i also had to comfort him a little because i’m pretty sure he thinks he killed you-”

“i’m sorry, am i not dead? is this not, like, the bus to heaven or something?” you ask, looking around at your surroundings

there’s a lot of medical-related tools and gadgets in here considering the fact that this is heaven

apparently heaven has heart defibrillators which doesn’t make much sense

“hey, hey- relax!” you jump when you feel him wrap his fingers around your ankle to get your attention, “you’re not dead. this isn’t the bus to heaven. you’re just in the back of an ambulance. you got into a little collision with the plexiglass barriers.”

aH

okay

that makes more sense

“oh, thank god.” you breathe out, “because if i did die, then body slamming into plexiglass would’ve been a humiliating way to go.”  

“mm, i totally agree. i would’ve been embarrassed having to drag your dead body away from the plexiglass.” mr probably-not-here-to-kidnap-you laughs lightly and opens the door a little wider for himself, “i just wanna patch you up. will you let me do that?”

you feel your mouth go dry when he takes his jacket off

hello broad shoulders

“you can do anything you want to me.” you blurt out, watching in awe as he steps into the ambulance to join you

you’re pretty sure the fact that you might have a mild concussion has something to do with it but your filter has just completely disappeared because jesus christ you want this man to ram into you harder than you rammed into the wall

you just don’t get it

how can one man be so... attractive?

the soft, perfectly tousled hair is right!

the pillowy, cherry-coloured lips are right!

the twinkling brown eyes are right!

the low, soothing voice is right!

the broad shoulders and equally as broad chest... veRY right

everything is just so RIGHT

you swallow thickly when he sits down across from you and crosses his legs, his knees practically pressed right up against yours

you’re certainly not complaining about being so close to him but you’re definitely going to cramp up like this and you always make really weird faces when you get pins and needles shooting up your legs

you move your legs so that your ankles are on either side of his thighs before scooting your bum a little closer towards him

heh >:-) 

“can you tell me what your name is?” he asks, pulling a first-aid kit out from under the bench

“y/n y/l/n.” you answer almost instantaneously, keeping your eyes glued on his face as he rummages through the box

“mhm… very good…”

“what’s your name?” you watch as he rips open a little gauze pad

god

even his fingers are pretty

“seokjin.” seokjin smiles sweetly, your heart skipping a beat when he reaches up to brush some hair away from your forehead, “i’m just going to clean your cut up a little bit. stay still for me, yeah?”

you nod obediently and find yourself leaning forward a little bit even though you know you probably don’t need to

“what’s your last name?” you ask, seokjin looking down at you for a brief second before focusing back on the cut on your forehead

“kim. why?”

“just wanted to know what my future surname is going to be, that’s all.”

seokjin snorts before raising a brow, “quite the charmer, aren’t you?”

“it’s not every day that i get to talk to a very handsome ambulance man.”

seokjin chuckles, smoothing his fingers over the pad to make sure that it’s secure before pulling away, “mm, that’s fair. can you tell me what day it is?”

“saturday. which i think is the perfect day out of all of the days to go out on a date, because if we get super drunk and have crazy sex tonight, we can wake up late tomorrow and go out for brunch-!”

seokjin suddenly pinches your lips in between his fingers before frowning in concern, “your bottom lip is a little busted.”

“pheel vfree to kiss it bhetter.” you murmur, seokjin pulling away to rummage through his little kit again, “you look really cute when you’re concerned, by the way.”

“is that so?” seokjin hums, pulling a q-tip out and a tube of what looks to be some kind of a gel, “you can’t go around kissing strangers, you know.”

“you’re an exception.” you grin, dodging the q-tip when seokjin tries to dab some gel on your lip, “i was serious about the date, though. what do you think?”

“i think-” seokjin tries again only for you to turn your head the other way, “i think that you need to stop flirting with me so that i can do my job-”

“i’m letting you do your job!” you argue, “i’m just asking you an innocent question, that’s all-”

“if you were letting me do my job, you would be all patched up by now-” seokjin laughs lightly, shaking his head and leaning backwards when you move your head again, “okay, how about this? i will happily go out with you if you just stay still and let me clean up your lip.”

you perk up immediately, “for real?”

“for real.” he nods, holding the q-tip up, “are you willing to cooperate now?”

“mhm.” you hum contently, leaning forward and immediately pursing your lips, “please fix my lips so they’ll be nice and healed by the time we go out on our date.”

“why? are you planning to do a lot of kissing on our date?” seokjin teases, applying the gel before using the other end to dab off the excess

“that’s for me to know and for you to find out.”

seokjin presses his lips together to hold back a smirk

you are... awfully cheeky, aren’t you?

he’s verY into that

and bonus points because you’re very attractive and definitely his type

“okay, lemme just do one last thing here.” seokjin reaches into his shirt pocket for a little flashlight before reaching over and pinching your chin in between his fingers gently and bringing your face closer to his 

“you’re not even going to wait until after our first date to kiss me?” you murmur, your eyes widening slightly, “and i thought i was coming on strong.”

“i’m just checking out your pupils, darling.” seokjin hums, “trust me. you’ll know when i’m about to kiss you.”

you shift in your spot a little as you feel youR cheeks starting to heat up now

oh,.,. how the tables have turned.,,.

seokjin’s just glad that he finally figured out how to get you to stay still so that he can get along with his procedures smoothly

“hi, pretty girl…” seokjin coos, raising your eyelid gently so that he can get a good look at your pupils, “mhm, that’s right… just keep your eyes on me…”

gladly

you’d keep your eyes on seokjin for the rest of your liFE if you could  

“is this finally the part where you kiss me?”

“nice try, cheeky.”

                                      »»————-　❄　————-««

“so y/n’s going to be okay?” namjoon chews on his thumbnail anxiously and you reach over to pat his knee reassuringly

the poor thing is going to chew his entire hand off if he doesn’t stop soon

he joined you on the ambulance ten minutes ago but for eight whole minutes was just profusely apologizing to you (“i’ll never put on another pair of skates for as long as i’ll live!” “namjoon, it’s fine-” “for as long aS I LIVE-”)

seokjin nods as he packs up his kit and slides it back underneath the bench, “y/n’s going to be just fine. you can relax!”

“namjoon - you’re acting like you ran me over with a monster truck. i’m fine!”

“how many fingers am i holding up?” namjoon holds up three fingers and you blink at him before raising a brow

“obviously five.”

namjoon’s eyes widen in panic and he turns back to look at seokjin, “y-you said she was fine!”

“three! three fingers, you’re holding up three fingers-” you giggle, reaching forward to push namjoon’s hand back down, “seriously, joon... i’m fine! i swear.”

“alright, all you have to do is keep her company during the ride.” seokjin clears his throat, “i want to do a couple of scans at the hospital just in case!”

“aw, but i don’t want namjoon to keep me company-” you whine quietly, leaning against namjoon’s shoulder as you look up at jin, “why can’t you keep me company instead?”

“someone has to drive the ambulance.” seokjin teases, reaching down to pinch the apple of your cheek gently, “i’m all yours at the hospital.”

“namjoon can drive.” you push your bottom lip out in a pout before batting your lashes at him, “don’t you wanna hang out with me?”

“if namjoon’s driving skills are as good as his skating skills, i think i’m going to have to pass.” jin laughs lightly, sliding back into his jacket “we can hang out once we get to the hospital.”

namjoon narrows his eyes suspiciously as he glances back and forth between the two of you

...

..,.,...the energy in here...,.,..

.,,.,.,,the vibes,.,..,  

someone definitely wants to fuck someone

seokjin sighs to himself as he hops into the driver’s seat before slamming the door shut

he pulls his phone out to check the time before smiling to himself because :-) your number is on his phone :-)

he wasn’t expecting to get a cute girl’s number today but he welcomes this surprise with open arms! 

“y/n y/l/n...” he murmurs under his breath, reaching up to adjust the mirror

hm

your name does seem like it’d fit with his surname

his ears prickle when he hears your muffled voice through the thin partition and he leans back a little so he can do some sneaky eavesdropping

“i am planning... to have so much sex with that man. but in like a romantic way, you know? because i’m classy like that.”

seokjin snorts to himself before shoving the key into the ignition

(for the record: he feels the exact same way as you do).

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[1kook]

jungkook + pure female pleasure

no joke that was deadass the title of the pornhub vid that inspired this tags: smut, domestic if u squint, handjob (f-receiving), a lil tit grabbin  wc: not even 2k lol  notes: why do all my ideas come to fruition at 1 am also this is one of many Jungkook fics I’ve started in the past week many of which will never see the light of day <3 god bless x2 bc its not proofread 

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Realistically, Jungkook knows you don’t mean to entice him the way you do. You just loved being in his general vicinity, loved being drowned in his affection, being the sole object of his attention. And he knows it’s the long, busy week you both had that’s making you like this tonight, extra cuddly and extra sweet to him. He’d almost died when you opened the door to your apartment, so soft and warm in one of his big t-shirts and a pair of shorts so little your ass fell out.

He was whipped, anyone could tell you as much, but Jungkook didn’t care. Sure, he’d been deeply connected with other women before, but the way you made him feel, the comfort and adoration you’ve brought him in only the past six months of dating, was surreal. He knows now, all those other relationships he’d been in? Those flings and short-lived romances? Child’s play compared to the sheer amount of love you drowned him in.

Which is why he feels bad when he tells you he can’t tonight, right after your fingers toy with the waistband of his joggers—he came here straight after the gym, smelly and stinky and gross, because if he had stopped at his home, he’d most likely lose the energy to come see you tonight, and after the week you’ve had he couldn’t do that to you—and your lips trail across his neck. He’d felt terrible, watching the tiny pout on your lips as you registered his confession, and even worse when you smoothed it over and assured him all was right so long as he was here beside you.

It’s been twenty minutes now, and Jungkook was out of it. Was it the guilt from not being able to please you? You, who had done everything in your power to grant Jungkook the happiest six months of his life thus far. Guilt... or shame that he was so tired he couldn’t please you, his literal goddess. He wasn’t sure, and between being caught up in those thoughts, and balancing the bowl of popcorn on his lap, his brain can’t keep up. The popcorn tumbles over after a particularly jerky movement from him, the buttery food toppling onto your lap where it immediately sets into your tiny shorts.

“Jungkook!” You gasp in surprise, hopping to your feet to brush the oil away quickly. He sputters into action, rounding up the sullied popcorn bits and dumping them back into the bowl—it had no use now anyway. “Ah,” you say, when the chaos dies over and you’re left greasy from the food. “I’m gonna go get changed real quick, okay?”

“Wait—I’m sorry,” he sighs, catching your wrist in his hand. You pause, regarding him with curious eyes as you watch him slump over in his seat. “I’m fucking up real bad tonight, aren’t I?”

You plop down beside him, and Jungkook feels even worse seeing how sleek your thighs are with popcorn oil. “You’ve done nothing wrong, baby,” you assure him, brushing a hand down the nape of his neck. He relaxes into the touch. “Well, you did waste all that popcorn and get me dirty, but!” He rolls his eyes, obsesses over the quirk of your smile a little too much to be normal. “Nothing my little Rumba and a shower won’t fix.”

He groans as he leans back into the couch, and you chuckle at his dramatics. You shift, and his eyes flicker down to your legs again. “Take these off,” he huffs, doesn’t realize the implications of his words until you’re kneeling beside him in a little black thong. He folds your shorts around, figures if they’re dirty they might as well get dirtier as he wipes your thighs with the cotton.

“My hero,” you tease, wiggle your shoulders at him, and that’s when it hits him.

He gives your body a brief once over, doesn’t miss the way your thighs shift about the longer he stares at you. A lightbulb goes off somewhere, and he’s tossing your shorts to the ground, tugging you into his lap. “Baby,” you laugh, body pliant against his palms as he shifts you about. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Jungkook presses a kiss to your mouth, and part of him revels in the way your lips drop open so easily for him, a tiny exhale escaping you as he pecks your lips a couple more times. “Come here,” he says, ignoring your question as he spreads his legs wide, maneuvering you to sit in the open space between with your legs thrown over one leg, upper body thrown over the other.

“Jungkook,” you warn once the realization hits you, but he shushes you by ducking down and pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Let me take care of you, doll,” he murmurs, grabs the knee closest to him in one hand, slowly trailing his palm across the meat of your thighs.

You say no more as you melt into his hold, and part of Jungkook is happy to see that he has the same effect on you as you do on him. He massages your inner thigh a little more, let’s his fingers barely brush against the fabric of your thong. “So good to me,” he says, and the noise from the tv fades away as his ears hone in on the shaky exhales leaving your throat.

Your lower lip trembles when he makes eye contact with you, awaiting his first move. When he finally does run his palm over your mound, your hips arch deliciously into the air. “Woah, woah,” he chuckles, pressing his other hand down against your hip to hold you down, though it eventually let’s go in favor of smoothing over your stomach and ribs.

“Jungkook,” you huff, and he hums, pressing his thumb down over your bud. “J-Jungkook!” You gasp, hips swiveling at the sudden contact. He shushes you, rubs his thumb in circles as you continue to twitch and wiggle about.

You were so sensitive, and he was so in love.

“So pretty,” he tells you, stretching his fingers down to rub over your clothed folds. You moan, and your ability to stay still slowly begins to wither away as he presses harder and harder into you. “Just wanna fuck your pretty little brains out,” he admits,

Your back arches, and his big t-shirt slides down (up?) your body, pooling just before the swell of your breasts. He knew you weren’t wearing a bra, had felt your soft chest when you’d hugged him at the door. He pushes your shirt out of the way, massaging your boobs. You cry out at the sensation, hips circling up into his palm.

“More, more,” you whine, legs and arms stretching out wildly the faster he rubs his thumb over your clit. But it’s not enough, Jungkook Can tell by the way your brow furrows and the way you press his hand tighter against your breast.

“Take these off for me, doll,” he encourages, tugging at the hem of your thong and watches the way it rolls into itself the further down it goes, until you’re kicking it off your ankle with no consideration. He knocks your knees apart, can’t help but salivate at the glistening folds that present themselves to him.

“So wet, and tight,” he mumbles, dives his finger down just barely between your folds. You squeal, bucking into his palm. “And so, so responsive.”

“Please, just touch… touch me,” you cry out, grinding into his palm.

“Don’t worry your pretty head off, sweetheart,” Jungkook assures you, slides the point of his middle finger past your folds and into your core. You’re tighter than he remembers, but so warm and inviting. “Wanna make you cum and cum, until you’re shaking,” he says, and though he’s become so riled up by seeing you like this, his heart still flutters when you grab onto his shoulder, the fabric of his shirt bunched between your clenched fist.

Without the presence of that skimpy thing, there’s nothing that stops him from pressing his thumb against your clit. You positively mewl at the touch, your leg sporadically kicking out, sending a throw pillow tumbling off the couch.

“Oh—oh!” You weep, hands desperate to hold anything, anything, and they find their place wrapped around his bicep and grappling onto the side of the couch cushion. Jungkook basks in your reactions, reaches both hands down to rub against your dripping pussy. Every touch of his fingers to your most sensitive parts riles you up more and more, hips bucking into his palm, only to jerk away right after.

“Keep still,” Jungkook coos, smooths a palm over your stomach to push you down again. You moan, the simple touch sending tingles down your spine. And when you squirm about again and end up with a foot dangling off the side of the couch, face so close and overwhelmed, Jungkook can’t help but slot his mouth against yours for the briefest of moments.

It’s apparently the wrong thing to do, because when he pulls away, you're nearly sobbing and desperate for more. “Jungkookie, ther—there!!” You shriek, use the foot on the ground to push your hips up into his palm.

He lets you, mostly because it’s usually Jungkook desperate and horny for you, so to see you quivering and sobbing on his lap, pussy spread out for him to toy with, it boosts something inside of him. He gives your clit another few rubs, swallows the loud moan that threatens to escape, before trailing his hand further down your center.

“No, no,” you cry, looking at Jungkook with watery eyes. Your skin is so warm, every inch soft under his roaming palms. “I’ll cum, Jungkook, I-I’ll com—“

He silences you with another kiss, and for someone who loves you so much, he absolutely adores the way your lips tremble against his, the more distraught you become. “That’s the plan, doll,” he huffs out a quiet chuckle, smiles down at you as your face twists in pleasure.

“Koo—Kook!” You sob, hips bucking wildly into his palm, and Jungkook doesn’t even try to hold you down anymore, let’s you squirm and flail about as you chase your high. His fingers don’t slow either, rubbing against your glistening folds and your clit, until you’re sobbing his name some more.

“Come on, pretty baby,” he croons, reaching down to massage your breasts again. You cry out, flailing wildly. Your back arches so prettily, Jungkook thinks you could have been a renaissance statue, and you come.

“J-Jungkook,” you weep, body releasing a tiny series of twitches as your pleasure washes over you, and you cum all over his hand. He tries his best to keep it from staining your couch, but you come so much that he can barely push it back into you. “Jungkookie,” you whisper a second time, when the waves are beginning to slow and his fingers become too much.

He rushed to reassure you he’s still there, pressing a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Right here, baby,” he murmurs, kissing down your face until he’s sucking against the soft spot behind your ear.

“Fuck,” you murmur, limbs still loose and weak against him.

He hums, pumps his fingers into you one last time, much to your surprise, because he loved the slick feeling of your warm heat enveloping him. “Feel good?” He asks, and you release another pitiful whine when his fingers curl inside of you. He muffles a smile against your jaw.

“Uh huh,” you groan, hips twitching again. You clench around his digits, and Jungkook wonders just how many more times he can unravel you tonight.

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[blxetsi]

modern levi ackerman dating headcanons

lowercase intended !

levi ackerman x gn!reader

- firstly, lets get love language out of the way

- i think his love language would be acts of service

- so like, he'll brew your coffee for you and set out your favourite mug when he goes to the kitchen to make his tea (bc we all know he'd wake up earlier than you 🙄)

- or he'll pick up a muffin from your favourite bakery on his way home

- or if you ask him to remind you to do something later, he's immediately writing it out on a sticky note and sticking it somewhere youd notice

- he notices youre getting low on your favourite moisturizer ? or lipbalm ? he's taking a picture of the packaging and getting it the next time he drives past walmart or smth

- he just does little things that help make your day better

- now i feel like a lot of people say this already, but he is NOT very comfortable with public displays of affection

- its not that he doesnt like it when you touch him, or hold his hand, or kiss his cheek, he just gets flustered and feels like everyone is watching you two

- but one thing he does allow is looping your arms together while you walk, especially in crowded streets

- it doesnt mean he doesnt like being close with you, he just hates doing it public. when youre alone ? hes ALL OVER YOU.

- "will you play with my hair ?"

- "levi im working."

- "okay can you multitask ?" motherfucker 😐

- doesnt matter if hes the big spoon or little spoon, just being close to you is enough.

- also would try and get used to your love language

- if your love language is physical touch hes genuinely surprised by how many times you put his hands on him each day (NOT in a sexual way) like even his mother never touched him as much and he's a momma's boy 😳

- when you wake up your coming out to the kitchen to fill your coffee, but not before kissing the top of his head as you walk past

- then youre guzzling down your coffee like its water before putting it in the sink and walking back, petting his head in the process

- you'll hug him while hes cooking, or brushing his teeth. youre giving him kisses before he leaves and when he comes home, just little small acts of love, but it happens so frequently that levi cant help but notice it

- your love language is verbal affirmations ? youre getting your coffee while saying "goodmorning beautiful"

- "i love yous" are thrown at him a lot, they never fail to make him feel better

- youll compliment this man and he short circuits for a second, quickly gets used to it as time goes on

- also too i think he'd be taller in a modern au, but not very very tall like erwin, im talking 5'7" to 5'9"

- and he's fine with his height, it doesn't bother him that much, he's the average height of a man so what's the big deal ?

- also he really doesnt care about height either. youre shorter than him ? cool, that means he can bend down to give you little forehead kisses. around the same height as him ? awesome, that makes it easier for him to give you a peck on the lips. taller than him ? mf he'll climb you like a tree if he has to. really doesn't care.

- also doesn't have a preferences for body type or anything. he thinks that character is way more important than looks 100% and he'll always find different things about you beautiful. your laugh is weird ? k now he's making you two watch a john mulaney special to so youll laugh. hate your belly and wanna lose weight, he's holding you and telling you to only lose weight if you genuinely want to be "healthier" and not so you get skinny. your acne scars bother you ? he's kissing your cheeks a lot more than usual, but you can't complain. literally Loves Every Part of You

- also i think his family would absolutely ADORE YOU and his friends for that matter

- miss kuchel is pulling you into a hug the first time she sees you, and is so accomodating and sweet. shes genuinely interested in your interests and what you do for a living, and will NOT hesitate to get levi's baby pictures out if you ask.

- his uncle ? he probably wont be there for the family dinner, but then kuchel's gonna call him up like "levi's s/o ?? absolutely spectacular !!" and then hes like "huh maybe i gotta come visit to see the runt and his lover"

- also i think in a modern au, kuchel wouldve gotten really sick when levi is a boy, so kenny would have came home to take care of his sister and try and take care of levi. in the end she got better, and he went back to his own home, but now she requests that he come for at least one family holidy so they can all spend it together

- BUT back to mr. ackerman

- idk what he'd do in modern times, i used to think he'd be a good english professor for a university, but then i saw a headcanon that he'd go into law school and become a lawyer, and honestly ?? it makes sense

- after a long day at work he just wants to come home to you, he'll find you on the couch reading or doing some of your own work, so he'll just slip off his coat and blazer and undo his tie while slipping off his shoes by the door. before plopping his head in your lap and requesting you to play with his hair.

- if you don't live with him hes taking a shower and then immediately calling you asking to come over. if you can ?? great he'll be in bed waiting to be spooned. if not, thats fine, but levi would like to facetime and rant.

- also has the absolute WORST road rage

- "that little prick cut me off !"

- "levi he's taking his driver's test !"

- "so ? i hope that instructor doesn't give the idiot a pass 🙄" and then will immediately honk his horn at the poor kid.

- also wouldnt be a clean freak like in canonverse. his whole "everything has to be spotless" stuff stems from trauma, specifically being left in an apartment with his decaying mother for weeks on end, but since kuchel is alive that never happens

- were things a little hectic during the time she was sick ? sure ! but kenny always tried to tidy up a bit when he saw it was getting to levi.

- levi just likes things to be neat and tidy, he doesnt do a deep clean of his apartment every two weeks, but always makes sure to clean up his messes as soon as they happen

- also doesnt like to fight

- his mom raised him with the idea that communication is key, and always encouraged him to "explain why hes upset" so they could work together to come up with a solution

- its something hes taken with him to adulthood, and even though sometimes he sounds like hes talking to a child when hes trying to get you to "use your words" he really doesnt mean to

- if youre yelling at him he'll stand there like 😐 and wait until youre out of breath so he can say "okay lets talk about this"

- is also very handy

- have a hole in your wall ? hes coming over to fix it

- need a lightbulb changed ? hes got u dont worry

- you need to assemble a piece of furniture ? he glances at the step by step guide once before hes putting it together

- hes so great at that stuff, and you only have kenny to thank

- literally when kenny first came to stay with levi and kuchel when she was sick, the kitchen light went out and he asked levi to screw another lightbulb in, the poor kid stood there like 🤨 and when kenny said "what ? you don't know how to change a fucking lightbulb ?" levi shook his head and said "uncle kenny im seven 😐"

- kenny was APPALLED. and immediately made it his mission to make levi as handy as himself.

- also, dates with him are rlly lowkey.

- he likes being in your company, so staying home and ordering take out is AWESOME in his opinion. sometimes he'll dress up and make a fancy meal with you.

- if you like going to carnivals and stuff, he's reluctant but eventually caves. wins you a lot of the prizes.

- "fuck. this shit is rigged y/n"

- "sorry levi, lets go do something else !"

- "what ? no. give me another dollar im getting you that fucking turtle"

- hange always wants to see you. levi makes it his life mission to keep you away from them as much as possible. not because he doesnt want you to get along with his friends, just because he knows that hange will spill some embarassing secrets from his college days.

- erwin ? hes okay but hes on thin fucking ice.

- also is very gentlemanly. will not only hold the door for you but for everyone. hes waiting in line for his order and someone comes up behind him and asks him to scootch so they can get some napkins ? mf its grabbing a handful himself and handing it to the person, wishing them a nice day with a small smile. hes just like,, a genuinely good person

- his singing voice ? immaculate. will he sing for you ? no.

- he also loves playing board games with you. like chess or checkers. you love playing board games with him and his friends, specifically monopoly. hange makes moblit form an alliance with them. mike is a lone wolf, and erwin and levi are always helping each other out until erwin betrays him. lots of trust is ruined between these game nights, but you literally cant bring yourself to care because its so fun to watch it unfold

this is my first headcanon thingy !! im v excited !! hope u all enjoyed 🤩✨ should i do more headcanons like these ???

- all in all, levi is a cool guy, and a cool bf.

#attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #attack on titan x reader #armin arlert #mikasa ackerman #eren yeager #eren jaeger

[rainydayhogwartsimagines]

hi, could you do a draco x muggleborn reader headcanon where he falls in love with her throughout the years in hogwarts and she slowly introduces him into muggle things like tv shows and phones and basically her and hermionie always make fun of him and ron for not understanding !! i love your work btw

oh my God this idea is ADORABLE!

Draco was snooty. God that boy had something to say about everyone. But you saw past that and he became this really sweet guy. You two became these best friends and Draco actually began to hang out with the trio. Course his father was not exactly a big fan of him spending part of the summer at the Weasleys but Narcissa said "Lucius, he's making friends. Be nice." So Lucius sucked it up.

Draco absolutely adored you though and constantly talked about you. He was kind of sad that you never spent the summers in the Wizarding world. You always spent it in the muggle world with Hermione. This year though you spent part of it with the Weasleys before heading back to Hogwarts for your third year. When you walked in Draco was so FUCKING EXCITED. You brought a lot of weird things for Arthur to look at. "what's this?" Arthur asked, holding up a discman and making Harry snort. "It's a cd player." You answered. "... What's a cd?" Ron asked. "....Uhm.... Well crap." You muttered. You showed them what it was and they were mesmerized, along with Draco. You spent most of your time there showing the group different muggle devices. You had a blast, you and Draco spending a ton a time together.

However with the time you two spent together the more in love you two were. The last night you were there you sat outside on the back steps with Draco. "This was the best summer." You chuckled. Draco smiled. "Hey can I ask you something?" He asked. "What's up?" You asked. "...Do you feel like something has changed between us?" He asked. "Oh so you noticed it too! I've been thinking this was just a me thing. If I didn't know any better I'd even say that I--" you stopped yourself and cleared your throat. "what were you saying?"he asked. "N-nothing!" You lied. Draco got closer to your face and you leaned back, quickly turning red. "What were you saying?" He asked, a small smirk coming onto his lips. He knew damn well what was going on. "Drac-Draco I..." You saw that smug look and you squinted. This little shit knew you liked him. So you decided to play around too. You pulled him forward and kissed his nose, now wiping the smug look off of his face and making him blush. But two could play at this game. He kissed your cheek, making you grumble. This fucker was not winning. You gripped his shirt, yanking him forward and kissed him. To be honest, you shocked yourself. He pulled away. "I am so sorry I just got aggravated and--" he kissed you. He actually kissed you.

Well that led to you two dating. He was so happy around you, always smiling with his arm around you. School finally was back so he was seeing you every day. "I don't get it. Why not use a fucking pencil?" You asked. "I don't get that either." Hermione agreed. "It does make math WAY harder." Harry admitted. "What... What's uhm.." Ron struggled to ask. "Yeah, me and Ron are lost, what's a pencil?" Draco asked. "....Baby... Please tell me you're joking. Like PLEASE tell me you jackasses know what a pencil is?" You asked. "No?" Draco admitted. You sighed and got up. "I'm about show you." You said before disappearing. You came back with an unopened pack of pencils. "So this is like a pen. But you can erase your mistakes." You said. "....So it's a pen." Ron said. "No." You said. "So... It's not made for writing?" Draco asked. "no it is!" Hermione corrected. "So.... It's... it's a pen!" Ron said. "NO."

That argument went on for way too long. But you started showing them more. Draco loved seeing you draw though. Sitting under a tree by a lake in his arms as you sketched out a landscape. He finally got the idea of a pencil after watching you btw. But the one thing both boys took interest in was the sports. "Wait so you guys don't even keep up with muggle sports?" Hermione asked. "No. I mean, most wizards keep to careers in the wizarding world." Draco said. "Okay okay. Next summer we're teaching you baseball." You said. "Base... Base what?" Ron asked. "Baseball! Or what about rugby?" Hermione suggested. "We're not trying to break our necks." Harry said. "True. Well there's also hockey." You shrugged. Then a lightbulb practically popped over you. "We can do that this winter!" Hermione said.

And so you did, asking your parents to lend you some skates for the group along with hockey equipment. "Alright. Hockey is like football." You said. "...American or--" "English." Hermione said. "Okay. So why are we on ice?" Ron asked. "Added challenge." You said skating. Draco had never skated before and you chuckled. "you expect us to actually move on this?" He asked. "Darling, people do this all the time!" You said. He slid forward and nearly fell but you grasped his arm.

After teaching them how to skate though you taught them how to play. And oh boy you all got really into it. You stood by as a ref, watching them play nearly dying of laughter as Ron completely failed to understand how to be a goalie. As time passed you started teaching them more and more. "Dad is hellbent on knowing what the purpose of a rubber duck is." Ron said. "...I think that's just to make bathing fun." You shrugged. "But why? It's bathing." Draco asked. "Muggles are particularly boring and find enjoyment in yellow plastic ducks." Hermione answered. "That and star wars." You laughed. "...Star... What?" Ron asked. ".....We have failed as their friends." Harry said. "But they're not even that good--" you and Harry have Hermione horrified looks. "....Okay we'll show them!" She said. So that summer Draco managed to convinced his parents to let him stay with you with Ron, Harry and Hermione. You opened the door and Draco rose a brow. "....What in the world?" He asked looking at the tv in the livingroom. "this is a tv. A blessing to humanity." You said. "Amen to that." Harry nodded. You all watched the star wars movies. "DARTH IS WHAT!?" Draco gaped. "HOW-- WHAT!?" "OH MY GOD HE'S ANAKIN!?" Ron gaped. You were honestly just watching the boys' reaction. Your parents were just looking at them like "Have they never... Seen this before?"

When the movie ended Draco's mouth was open and Ron swallowed. "That was--" "Wicked." Ron said making you laugh. "So... they don't have television in the wizarding world?" Your dad asked. "No sir." Harry said. "So... how do you pass the time?" Your mom asked. "Quidditch." All of you said in unison. You did show them baseball, Draco being REALLY good at it actually. "Babe, you run!" You said. "What--" "DRACO. RUN. OVER HERE." Hermione said. He sprinted to first and you snorted. They were absolutely baffled by a gameboy. "What the hell is a Pikachu?" Ron asked. "Think thunderbird but cuter." You said showing him the Pokemon. But by far their favorite thing... Was doctor who. ThEY ABSOLUTELY LOVED THIS SHOW. "THIS IS THE PEAK OF TV CHANGE MY MIND." Draco said after watching an episode. K9 was literally his favorite character. Ron just loved the Doctor as a whole. Your boyfriend... Christ he became such a fucking nerd.

But he was also very interested in cameras. You showed him some cameras like the polaroid and he loved taking pictures. Specifically of you. You loved it when he discovered more music for the discman. He was a really big fan of the Beatles actually. Harry listened to AC/DC After Sirius was like "kid you haven't lived till you heard back in black okay?" You loved to just sit in your room and read in draco's arms. There was a surprising lack of musical instruments in the wizarding world so when you admitted that you could play guitar that kind of blew their minds. See, the thing was is that they assumed that the instruments had to be enchanted in order to make music. Not that you had to be trained to play music. You played a couple of songs and Draco fell even harder for you. He loved listening to your voice, whether it was singing or talking he just loved listening to you. You actually taught Draco how to play and discovered he had a nice voice (Yes that is a subtle nod to Tom Felton who can actually sing.) Sometimes when you all would sleep in the living room Draco would sing you to sleep as you laid on his chest. Of course in the process you would lull everybody else to sleep. You spent years showing these too adorable goofballs muggle devices.

Later when you were seventeen came the ultimate Muggle lesson though. Cars. You decided to teach these two jackasses how to drive. You had gotten your license and decided to teach Draco how to drive. "So you're going to release your foot off the break--" "Oh God we're moving." Draco whined. "....Like not even one mile per hour. Now accelerate. Remember the gas?" You asked. "Yes.... Darling do we need to go faster than this!?" He asked. ".... Hermione can outwalk the car. Yes. Now accelerate!" You said. He tapped the gas and screamed when he moved making you snort. "Do you remember where the break is?" You asked. "I NEED A BREAK." he whined making you laugh. "Draco you're doing fine. Move forward." You said. "WE HAVE TO DO MORE!?" He asked.

Ron actually wasn't that bad. He wasn't as panicked driving the car and understood the process compared to Draco who ended up hyperventilating into a paper bag. "Babe... It wasn't even that bad." You said. "THEN YOU DRIVE BECAUSE THAT THING IS A DEATH TRAP!" he said. ".....Guys, wanna go to the mall!?" You asked with a slightly deranged look. So you drove and when you went past five miles Draco was flipping out. "WAHT THE FACK!?" Draco screamed. Everyone was dying of laughter after you all got out. "THIS IS MADDENING! WHY!? WHY DRIVE!? WHAT DO YOU GAIN!?" Draco asked. "if he's being this dramatic over a car wait till he finds out about a soft pretzel from the food court." Hermione said to you. The concept of a soft pretzel was hysterical to watch the two wizards try to grasp. "Yes, but pretzels aren't supposed to be soft." Ron said. "would you just eat the damn thing?" Hermione said. It was their favorite snack. "How dare they deprive us of this?" Draco asked. "fascist bastards." Ron muttered.

#draco fuckingmalfoy #draco imagine #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco x y/n

[mycatshuman]

Wrapped Up In A Romcom

Chapter 2: A Gay Spell

Warnings: I don think there are any, but let me know if I missed any

Pairings: Prinxiety

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Virgil stared at the man before him in disbelief. "Oh my god, this can't be happening!" Virgil exclaimed as he dropped to the ground and covered his ears. He stared at the ground as if it would give him answers. The mummy frowned at the man panicking before him. 

"Are you okay?" He asked. 

"No!" Virgil squeaked. "You were- you're a mummy! You're dead! You're supposed to be dead!"

 The mummy chuckled. "Ah yes. That, I'm sorry to have frightened you. I should probably explain." The mummy sat down facing Virgil who was barely keeping himself from having a complete mental breakdown. "My last wish was to come back to life when a handsome young fellow like yourself found me on the night of a full moon." 

Virgil blinked. "Magic isn't real."

The other laughed. "You're in denial. It's understandable. Especially after having seen my gorgeous face."

Virgil sputtered. "What!?!" He yelled. "No!" Was this thousand of years old mummy fucking flirting with him?!?!? "I-" Virgil ran his hands through his hair, his arms shaking as he tried to process everything. 

Roman, the mummy, if he could even be considered that anymore considering that he was brought back to life per the conditions of his spell, stared at the other for a moment before looking around his tomb. Not too bad. He turned back to the other male and noticed a light coming from a small stick on the floor. He gasped and reached forward to poke at the object. "It's like a mini torch!" He exclaimed. He gently picked it up and inspected it. "Where's the fire?" He moved to look into the lens of the flashlight only to yelp as he was blinded. 

Virgil's head jolted up to look at Roman. "Hey! Don't do that. You could blind yourself." Virgil reached forward and the other dropped it into his hand. 

"What is it?" Roman asked as he leaned forward a little to watch what Virgil did with it. 

"It's a flashlight. I guess it would be something like a torch except it takes these things called batteries that give it energy." 

"Where's the fire?" 

Virgil laughed breathlessly. I'm really sitting here talking to a mummy. He shook his head. "There is no fire, there's like this tiny bulb of glass in there and some other stuff that makes it light up. Those bulbs are called lightbulbs. We use them to light buildings at night." 

Roman stared at the object in the archeologist's hands with glittering eyes. Virgil looked up and froze. The ancient king before him looked absolutely enchanting as he looked upon the flashlight in awe. Virgil blinked rapidly as he shook the thoughts out of his head. Of course, more thoughts came in to replace those. Some slightly troubling thoughts. What now? How are we going to get out of here? What does Roman want to do? What about his things? All Virgil could do was ask, so that's what he did. "So...what do we do now?"

Roman looked up from the flashlight. "What do you mean?" 

"I mean like, what are you going to do now that you're alive again? The world is different from what it was back than. It's been thousands of years. And your stuff, I don't think you'd want to leave it behind. And how are we getting out of here?" 

Roman blinked. "You can't get out?" He cocked his head looking adorably confused. 

"No, I fell through the ceiling in the passageway." 

"Let us go look at the hole. Maybe there's something that can help us climb out." Roman held a hand out to Virgil. 

Virgil looked at the hand for a few moments before grabbing it and allowing the other to pull him to his feet. During the time he had explored the tomb and met Roman, Virgil had briefly forgotten about his injured ankle. But as he stood, the pain returned with a vengeance. He let out a yelp and nearly dropped to the floor. 

"Hey! Are you okay?" Roman asked as he leapt forward to catch Virgil. The mummy's arm wrapped around his waist and held him up as he leaned heavily on his right leg. After Roman helped him to lean back against the wall, he asked, "What happened?" 

Virgil winced. He looked down at his ankles. He hissed as he noticed the swelling had gotten worse. "My ankled," he began. "I think I sprained it when I fell through the hole." 

Roman kneeled before Virgil to get a closer look at the ankle. The archaeologist's slid down the wall as he held his ankle out at an odd angle. He leaned forward and untied his boot before yanking it off and letting out a sigh. "Sorry," he apologized. "I had to take it off, it was really hurting." 

"Are you going to be able to get out of here?" Roman asked. 

Virgil bit his lip. He was trying not to think about that. "I-" he focused on his ankle and gently poked at it and clenched his teeth. He let out a huff. "I don't know." He leaned forward and pulled off his pack and dropped it in his lap. "I'm going to wrap my ankle up and then we can try to climb out." 

Roman frowned. "Should you really be on that ankle?" 

Virgil grimaced as he pulled gauze out of his first aid kit. "Not really, but we don't really have much of a choice." He grabbed the ice pack from his kit and placed it on his ankle and then wrapped it up against his ankle with the gauze. He grabbed his boot and pulled it back on. "Alright, let's work on getting out of here." 

"Wait! Can I borrow the torch?" 

"The flashlight? Yeah." Virgil handed the light over to Roman slightly confused. The mummy took the light and left the burial chamber and entered the antechamber. Virgil limped behind him. 

"What are you doing?" 

Roman grabbed a deep basket and began filling it with jewelry and other items that could fit into the basket. "I'm just grabbing a few things that I want to keep." 

"Oh." 

Virgil watched as the other grabbed mostly jewelry. It amazed him that none of them broke when Roman picked them up. Maybe when the spell revived Roman, it returned all the items in his tomb to their former glory, as if they were just made moments ago. 

"Wait!" Virgil shouted as Roman went to grab his makeup. 

Roman paused and turned to the other. "What?" 

"I don't think you should take the makeup."  

A frown. "Why?"

"It might have stuff that can make you really sick. And we have better makeup now. All sorts of colors." 

Roman's eyes lit up with curiosity. "Well in that case! Let's go!" He raced off to the passageway with Virgil struggling to keep up. When he got to the hole he set his basket down and glanced up at the hole. Virgil leaned against the wall with a huff as his ankle throbbed. 

"I think-" Roman started. "-that I might have a ladder among my treasures." With that, he ran back to the antechamber. Virgil watched as most of the light disappeared from the room along with Roman. His anxious thoughts came rushing back as he stood waiting for Roman to get back. How am I going to explain this? Is anyone really going to believe I just happened to come across someone dressed like a mummy in the middle of the desert? 

"Found it!" Roman exclaimed as he ran back into the passageway holding the ladder in triumph. Virgil smiled softly. Gosh he's adorable.

Roman propped the ladder up against the wall opposite Virgil. "That should work." He quickly climbed up and disappeared over the edge. 

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Roman laughed. He couldn't believe it, he really was here. Thousands of years after his death having just been resurrected and saving an incredibly handsome man. He went to climb back down to grab his basket and help the other only to pause. Above him, the moon shone brightly illuminating the sands around him. He let out a gasp of awe. "Wow.." he was breathless. 

"Uh...King Roman are you alright?"  

The mummy whirled around to find the archeologist behind him with his basket. 

Roman let out a yelp and rushed forward to take the basket. "You shouldn't have done that! I was going to go back down to get it." He led the other away from the hole and towards more solid ground. 

Virgil limped along as fast as he could before stumbling. "Ouch!" 

"I'm sorry!" Roman exclaimed and helped Virgil to sit up. 

Virgil hissed as he held his ankle. "It's okay. We should hurry. I'm not sure how the others will take this." 

"Others?" Roman asked as he cocked his head like an adorable puppy. 

"Yeah, I'm an archaeologist. We dig for artifacts and stuff." 

"What are artifacts?"

"They're like really old objects? So things you used when you were alive, likes plates and stuff. We also look for ancient places and tombs." 

"Is that how you found my tomb?" 

Virgil shook his head. "No, I was going for a walk to make myself sleepy but I ended up falling through the ceiling of your tomb."

Roman hummed, thoughtful. "What kind of find would my tomb be?" 

Virgil let out a breathless laugh. "It would be a huge find! A mostly intact tomb practically untouched since it's owner had been sealed inside is a huge deal. You should have seen what happened when they found Tutankhamun's tomb. He is incredibly famous." 

"Famous!" Roman's eyes glittered brightly. "I could be famous!"

Virgil winced. "I don't think it's a good idea to tell the world that you're a mummy come back to life. They might freak out. Governments would want to do tests on you and who knows that else would happen." Roman's nose wrinkled in disgust. "I mean, if your tomb is found, your name could become famous." 

"Why wouldn't it be found?" 

Virgil shrugged. "If you don't want it to be found I could help you try to hide it." 

Roman hesitated for a moment. "Would...would you like to discover it?" 

Virgil paused. "What?" He stayed silent for a few moments. "How?" 

"Well, we go back and you tell the others about the tomb you found." 

Virgil winced. "I-I don't know. We'd have to get you into some modern clothes and-" he paused and looked at Roman's basket. "Hide your stuff and- oh my god, all those things in your tomb look brand new! How the hell would I explain that?" 

Roman winced. "Okay. Maybe we should just get you back and off that ankle." 

Virgil nodded. "Yeah, that-that sounds good." He pushed himself up onto his knees and tried to pull himself up onto feet without putting too much weight on his left ankle. 

"Here, let me help you." Roman pushed his basket to the crook of his arm and wrapped an arm around the other's waist and allowed him to support the others left side. "Alright now, let's go." 

Slowly, the pair traversed through the desert as the moon lowered lazily, a sign of the morning creeping ever closer. "I don't think you ever gave me your name," Roman commented after a long stretch of silence. 

Virgil stumbled slightly in his walking. He blinked. "Oh." He paused as he tried to go over his memories of the last hour. "I guess I haven't." 

"I think it would only be fair that you share your name considering you already know mine."

Virgil laughed. "Yeah, uh…" of course he was nervous. His name was a bit of an odd one after all but Roman grew up in a time when people had names like Tutankhamun and Cleopatra and Ramses. So, maybe it wouldn't be that bad. "Its Virgil."

He drew out Virgil's name. "Vir-gil," Roman was quiet for a few moments before he smiled. "I like it." Virgil returned the smile. Then they continued on their way back to Virgil's camp. He was just a little nervous to think of what his boss would think. 

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[oikeiji]

thief | tamaki

summary: after deciding to come over to hang out at your boyfriend’s place you discover he’s the reason why your underwear has been missing. you show him how bad boys are punished.

pairing: amajiki tamaki x f!reader

word count: 1268

content: smut/nsfw

warnings: filthy!!! dirty!!!! plz read at your own risk :,) very vulgar language hahah

(off topic but he looks so gorgeous in the gif above AAAA. ok enjoy.)

“baby you look so cute like this,” you smirked as you intently watched your sweaty and flustered boyfriend. at the same time your fingers were working in between your folds, getting off at the sight of his bright red cock.

tamaki laid in front of you, a cock ring all snug and tight on him vibrating at an incredible speed. he squirmed at the stimulation, wanting to release his load so badly. his fingers gripped the sheets underneath him while his hips desperately bucked up into the air. you told him he wasn’t able to cum until you gave him permission to do so.

“bunny p-please,” tamaki whimpered. “i’m so close and i just w-want to cum already.”

“oh fuck,” your eyes half-lidded as you continued to play with yourself. “what did i tell you baby? you can’t cum unless i say so. bad boys need to be punished.”

at this point, tamaki could release at any moment but he didn’t because he wanted to be a good boy for you. you had recently caught him stealing your panties, which he had been using to pleasure himself. he actually had quite a few but you weren’t dumb and knew that your underwear was going missing. you finally caught the culprit, tamaki, just a few moments ago when coming to hang out in his room. tamaki’s chest was heaving, his breathing ragged, and his cheeks all red. it was nearly the same color as his cock that was currently aching for release.

your fingers were pumping in and out of you at a fast pace, chasing after your orgasm. the thought of having a cock ring on tamaki has been on your mind for weeks now. tonight you decided to make that fantasy of yours come true. seeing it happen in real life was such a turn on, his cock looked so pretty. you moaned his name out loud, wishing your fingers were him instead. “you can start jacking yourself off now,” you instructed him. “i’m so close, i want you to cum with me.”

tamaki nodded as he began pumping his cock. sinful moans and lewd wet sounding noises filled the room. you watched tamaki as hot spurts of cum shot out from his cock, triggering you to cum as well. whines and moans fell out of his mouth after releasing his long awaited orgasm. you shouted his name as you came all over your own hand. seeing him all covered with his thick, creamy cum made you come undone so hard.

leaning over him, you licked up all the cum on his stomach while maintaining eye contact with him. tamaki bit his lip as you licked the cum from his balls, up his base, and to the tip of his cock. you took his sensitive head into your mouth, the vibrations of his cock ring being sent into your mouth. you swirled your tongue around him making sure he was clean and releasing with a pop.

you reached down to your pussy, scooping up some of your cum. “open up,” you brought your fingers up to tamaki’s mouth. he didn’t have much of a choice as you shoved your fingers passed his lips and into his mouth. his wet muscle licked your fingers clean. “good boy,” you cooed, looking at him in adoration. his eyes were brimming with tears then you realized the poor baby was being overstimulated by the cock ring he still had on.

sitting up on your legs, you took the cock ring off him and setting it to the side. tamaki was all sweaty and red, he looked so cute. at the same time he looked so dirty that you wanted to take a picture of him and keep it to yourself forever.

you climbed onto his lap, helping him sit up against the headboard. “that was only the beginning, my love,” you whispered in his ear, lining his cock up with your slit. tamaki moaned in response as his hands gripped your hips. you lifted yourself up and slowly came down onto his cock. his cock was still hard as he entered you. your walls clenched around him, making him gasp for air. 

“you’re s-so.. tight- ah,” tamaki panted when your pace consistently sped up. his eyes were glued to your chest, watching your breasts bounce in front of him. he swore he drooled a little at the sight.

tamaki took your left boob into his mouth, tongue playing with your nipple. you moaned as your nipples hardened at the contact. one of his hands played with your other boob while the other hand stayed on your hip. the sound of skin slapping could be heard throughout his dorm, hell probably even throughout the entire building as well.

your hands made their way into his hair, tugging it a little. the small action caused tamaki to whine and buck up his hips to meet yours. the blush on his cheeks got even darker. he could tell you were getting closer by the way you kept clenching around him.

tamaki held you by the waist, flipping you over so now you were under him. he was in control of you now. the sudden change in position turned you on so much. you were shamelessly moaning out loud, knowing damn well anyone would easily be able to tell what was going on behind the door.

“that’s right,” tamaki grunted as he thrusted into you as fast as he could. you were nearing your second orgasm and so was he. he lifted your leg over his shoulder which allowed him to reach deeper than before. the pleasure felt too good, the knot in your stomach becoming tighter as he repeatedly hit the spot that made you go weak. you shut your eyes and screamed as you came around his hard cock. swears spilled out of his mouth as your juices flowed down onto him.

suddenly, a lightbulb turned on in his head and he pulled out of you. you whimpered at the loss of contact but tamaki had a different idea. he placed his cock in between your boobs before squeezing them together. he started titty fucking you to help him reach his orgasm. his name spilled out of your mouth like some sort of mantra. you licked the head of his cock when it peeked out every now and then.

“(y/n)!” tamaki yelped as he came undone. his cock twitched and he came all over you. you stuck out your tongue as his hot cum covered your entire face. his cum wouldn’t stop and it kept seeping out through his slit. the sight of your face covered with his cum simply could make him cum all over again.

you giggled as you licked off whatever you could reach with your tongue. tamaki looked so fucked out and you were enjoying it a lot. “you look so fucking hot,” he sighed while he watched you clean up all the cum on your face. you cleaned it all with your fingers then proceeded to put them all into your mouth. you took out your fingers, showing him that you swallowed it all. he blushed and looked to the side.

tamaki’s cock still laid on your chest and you decided to tease him by taking him into your mouth. he whined and jumped off you due to being too sensitive. you laughed at your adorable boyfriend. 

you crawled over him and laid on top of him, playing with his messy hair. “you’re so cute,” you nuzzled into his neck. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

#amajiki tamaki x reader #tamaki amajiki x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #amajiki tamaki smut #tamaki amajiki smut #bnha scenarios #mha scenarios #boku no hero x reader #my hero academia x reader #smut #absolute filth

[bunnis-babes]

Oh oh! So exciting! Could I please get hmmm... either aizawa, Shinso or Tokoyami. Readers first time seeing the snow! Thank you!

Shinsou and Tokoyami’s Love’s First Time Seeing Snow

WHOLESOME GOODNESS YES!!! I know for a fucking fact there is no more snow on the ground, but fuck you let me dream. I dropped Aizawa cause I have so many ra’s for him, but thank you for asking for my underrated (#2) bird boyfriend. I’m very excited. I need to shut up now and write I’m sorry.

Shinsou

🐱Shinsou knew his lover was not from Japan, and he knew for a fact they came from a much warmer environment than what he was used to, but it never really clicked that they might not have seen snow before.

🐱He only put two and two together when, in the middle of class, they let out an awestruck gasp drawing everyone in the room’s attention. (Including the teachers, yikes! sorry babe)

🐱Their little wonder filled smile and sparkling eyes as they gazed out the window was enough to melt his cold dead heart a little and draw a smile out of him — he had the cutest little lover didn’t he?

🐱He looked out at what they were staring at, and for a moment he couldn’t figure out what it was until he noticed the little white flakes falling from the sky; suddenly the cute little outburst made sense to him. He’d have to show them the wonders of snow… just after the teacher was done lecturing the class.

🐱That’s exactly what he decides to do, immediately pulling them up and out of their desk and back to the dorm to get better prepared for the colder weather — he was going to take them on a walk, build a snowman, have a snowball fight. They hadn’t seen Shinsou so dedicated and excited to do something likes this in a. While, but it wasn’t like they had room to talk.

🐱So the second he’s done prepping he’s dragging them out of the dorm, ignoring all of his classmates questions. He brought them to a little park not too far from the school, children already playing around in the snow.

🐱First thing he shows them is, obviously, catching snowflakes on their tongue — classic right. He also shows them how to make the perfect snow angel, something he can proudly say he’s absolutely amazing at (You can pry this hc from my cold dead hands). He chases them around and has the time of his life in the snow with his amazing lover, enjoying the way the snow rests on their hair and face making them look like an angel of sorts.

🐱Eventually their antics catch the attention of some rowdy kids, who decided to start a snowball fight with the couple — bad idea. Shinsou and his love absolutely decimate those poor kids, but made up for crushing their tiny egos by building snowmen with them.

🐱Both of them caught a cold immediately the next day, but it comes with the territory and cuddling up on the couch with some hot chocolate together isn’t so bad anyway.

Tokoyami

🕶He actually figures out that they’ve never seen snow before they started dating, they admitted it offhandedly when the two of them were having lunch with some other members of 1-A. He thought it was precious… almost innocent… and he loves innocent things. (Wowza, who would’ve thought?)

🐣So the first snowfall they ever experience is after the two of them have become official, and taking into account what they mentioned to him previously, he plans ahead to make it a memorable date for the both of them. (One that he desperately hopes he can share with you for many years to come).

🕶So when the day comes — a Saturday thank goodness — he wakes them up earlier than they normally would please and tells them to dress warm. Which they reluctantly do, curious to see what their ‘dark and brooding’ boyfriend is plotting.

🐣When they get down to where he’s waiting patiently, he greets them with his adorable rare smile and tells them to close their eyes as he leads them outside of the dorm. They feel little cold wet things hitting their face — rain? When Tokoyami tells them to open their eyes they realize it wasn’t rain, but snow, and they were standing in a winter wonderland. Tokoyami swears there was nothing cuter in the world then their smile at that very moment — so big, so sweet, so innocent.

🕶The two of them took a walk, Tokoyami letting them take in the beautiful early morning scenery with a smile. He was sure they would love this, but the payoff was way better than he thought it would be.

🐣When they stopped in the middle of the sidewalk with a distant look on their face, Tokoyami was worried something was wrong. Until they turned to him with the widest smile — he could practically see the lightbulb go off above their head.

🕶”Hey, lets make those snow thingies,” they flapped their arms up and down at their sides with a big joyful smile.

“A snow angel?”

“YEAH!”

(They were gonna be the death of him)

🐣So, being the good boyfriend he was, he decided to make snow angels with them. Not a single one was any good, but he had to admit it was fun to do — hell Dark Shadow even joined in and made a few (really really awful) ones.

🕶After all that’s said and done, he continues his walk with them until they reach a little cafe that just opened. The two of them head inside to warm up and have some hot cocoa, an essential part of snowy weather in Tokoyami’s opinion.

Lmao, I totally forgot I chose those emoji’s for Tokoyami. I swear I love him, its just fun to pick on my emo baby bird. Anyway, I have this weird specific HC that Shinsou really likes the cold and gets super fucking pumped (pumpernickels) about all its activities… so yeah this was totally just a way for me to put that shit out there. I know he’s OOC, but honestly idc excited for snow Shinsou will always win in my heart.

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[bluewritesao3]

The Handyman: New House & Pot Noodles

Word count: 2.9k

Pairing: Paz Vizsla X Fem!OC

Warnings: Non other than slight embarrassment and talk of car sex (I’m covering all my bases just in case)

Taglist: @maybege​, @legally-a-bastard​ @gallowsjoker​ 

A/N: for new or old readers this has been revamped as an x reader. simple because I’ve been finding it easier to write x readers than i have ocs recently. So please enjoy it and you can come scream at me if you like but don’t forget to reblog cause it helps more than likes do.

Gif credit: @hanyuume​

Masterlist | Posted on A03

“Remind me why people move houses?” You whined into the phone wedged between your shoulder and your chin as your co-worker’s laugh sounded through the receiver. “Seriously Jadu. Meetings with the publishing team are more fun.” You scolded pulling another cardboard box marked with ‘kitchen’ in messy sharpie closer to you. You thought there was something wrong with the house or the neighborhood when you originally saw the shockingly low offering price for the house.

With the heavy cardboard tucked under one arm, You singlehandedly heaved it onto the kitchen counter and sliced through all the packaging tape with a box cutter that was wobbly at best. “It's new and sometimes it’s hard, Y/N/N. Remember college-“ Jadu spilt down the phone regaling you with the tale of how he’d walked into their shared accommodation while you were in nothing but a towel. “There's also that midnight romp-“

“I’m going to hang up if you continue.” You scolded as you began to unpack the kitchen box. “But still. Who thinks that car sex is comfortable? I’m sure the searing wheel was trying to merge with my spine.” You joked remembering how the thing had dug into the small of your back and no amount of kissing and touching could distract you from that. Slowly you floated around the small kitchen storing everything away into its proper place, eventually, the house was beginning to look lived in and to like it had sat empty for what the estate agent had described as years.

Glancing at the circular dining table, it had several boxes piled onto it dangerously. You’d chosen to take the majority of moving and reorganising yourself since the other things you were bringing with you was kitchen, bedroom, bathroom and your office. “Still can’t believe you moved out to the middle of nowhere into an almost fully furnished house for dirt-cheap.” Jadu muttered, taking charge of the conversation and expressing his distaste for the house and ‘energy’ around it. You rolled your eyes, and you disposed of the phone on the kitchen counter and hit the loudspeaker button as you tuned to start flattening the cardboard box out while listening to Jadu ramble on about how the photo’s he’d seen of the house were everything but welcoming and that the energy levels were out of ‘whack’.

You muttered quietly to yourself as you went in search of the crumpled water bottle from your bag leaving Jadu to his ramblings even if he believed his concerns were justified. “Have you ever met your neighbours?” Jadu’s recognisably brash tone echoed through the newly packed away kitchen.

You stopped threshold into the kitchen as you took a more than generous gulp from the water bottle, the question had sparked a memory for earlier in the day. “Honestly I’m surprised the neighbourhood welcome committee hasn’t made an appearance.” You chuckled, picking up the phone and placing it on top of the two boxes titled ‘Bedroom’. “How are things at work anyway?” You asked, seeing as you’d now become part of the growing percentage of people working from home. ��

You listened to Jadu sigh heavily and began talking about how he was missing out on stuff because the company wasn’t allowing him to have as much time off as he used to but given that he worked with a very picky publishing team then it was expected that his workload was almost never-ending. “I mean someone in publishing is giving me a deadline for editing a manuscript that doesn’t belong to one of their clients. Do you see my issue here?” Jadu complained, sounding as if he was passing through the seven stages of grief and got stuck somewhere between bargaining and anger.

You hummed quietly as you ascended the stairs of the old house with a cardboard box under your arm and the other waiting at the bottom of the stairs for when you made the next trip. “Is it Nyla? She’s department head and might be very aware of how ‘quickly’ you zoom through stuff.” You smirked hearing the hefty huff from Jadu on the other end of the phone, Jadu had a pension for leaving some projects till the last minute and then pushing them onto someone else days before the deadline. “Speak of the devil…” Jadu began and added a hurried ‘I gotta go’ before he hung up the phone. Shaking your head, you laughed a little as you stood in the doorway to your bedroom. Whoever lived there previously had removed the door and hadn’t bothered to replace it. The room was sparsely decorated, missing a door and the pastel-painted walls made you want to throw something but at least the mattress looked like it didn’t have any funky-looking stains or weird smells and the rest of the furniture was intact.

“I have to get a bedroom door.” You breathed, settling on the mattress with the box next to you as you fell backwards and released a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. “I have to get food too.” You lamented the idea of your fridge being empty then takeaway sounded good, but you didn’t know what the local one was. “Guess I need to go to the store.” You huffed checking the time on your phone trying to decide if it’s worth going food shopping.

*

You revealed in the fact that her local grocery store wasn’t a long trek into town, the small grocery store felt like a glowing beacon in the afternoon of the quiet town. Stepping through the automated door, you immediately hesitated not knowing where anything was and almost scolded yourself for thinking that the store's layout was the same as the ones back home. Grabbing a basket, you set off on a small journey looking for anything that looked like it took the least amount of effort and time.

With time you came to know the store and tried to memorise the layout in case you’d need to make another trip during the week. You wandered through the aisles glancing at almost every shelf looking for the next thing on your list of foodie wants. “There you are,” You muttered as you settled your gaze on multiple packages of hard candy, heart stones, they were lightly spiced with cinnamon and reminded you of home and your grandparents, when they used to sneak you a packet every time they visited. “Wasn’t sure if I’d ever find you here.” You whispered to the packs of candy before hucking a total of six of the fairly small packets into the basket along with the pot noodles.

Pulling yourself away from the shelves you continued down the aisle and tried to mentally tally up the contents of your basket before colliding with something solid, sending you back a few steps. “Oh, sweet Jesus.” You yelped, almost giving yourself whiplash as you took in the tall mountain of a guy you’d bumped into. “Sorry about that. Didn’t see you there.” You apologised smiling brightly, as you readjusted your grip on the basket. The washed-out dark blue sweatshirt with a faded with a washed-out college emblem was the first thing that caught your attention simply because it took up most of your vision then it was the sheer size of the guy, he was almost as tall as he was wide or as your grandmother would have put it, he was built to last.

“You alright?” He asked, looking slightly panicked with a large hand extended almost like he was ready to catch her as if she was going to fall. You nodded, muttering your apologies and glanced over your shoulder at the elderly woman at the other end of the aisle seemingly waiting for them both to move. “No harm done.” He smiled and you had to almost choke on the almost inhuman noises trying to escape you. In your head, you were muttering about how downright adorable the guy’s smile was and how stupid you were for saying you didn’t see him there. He’s probably tall enough to change your lightbulbs without a ladder. “Dude how tall are you?” You rushed out before you could grab the words and push them through a verbal processor. Hearing a bassy chuckle rumble out of the man and you joined in almost embarrassed and awkwardly, feeling a warmth radiating from your cheeks and ears. “I’m sorry that’s weird. I’ll be going now.” You motioned as she stepped to the side and the tall guy followed, stepping in front of her again, you stepped to the right and he almost panicked he swapped sides and you unconsciously followed. They both dissolved into a side-to-side step dance almost everyone did at least once in their life.

Ducking down trying to hide the slight flush warming your skin as you glanced over your shoulder at the elderly woman whose shoulders were quietly quacking as she muttered to the teenage boy holding up the seemingly overflowing basket in both hands. “Attracted an audience, haven't we?” The tall guy observed, and you tossed a half-hearted glare at him as you tried to almost disappear into the shelves. “I’m 6’5 by the way.” He muttered sliding past you and went on his way deeper into the relatively small grocery store.

Almost like you were on autopilot, you wandered back towards the front of the grocery store to pay for your questionable food shopping. You attempted to make small talk with the young 17-year-old pottering about behind the counter, but it wasn’t returned and you marked it up to being wary of newcomers. “Thank you. Have a nice night.” You thanked lifting the plastic bag off of the counter and began the journey home.

*

“I am so fucking stupid,” You half yelled, and half sang into the silence of your entry hall. “How is that the first thing I say to someone.” You continued tossing your keys on the smallish storage cabinet to your left knowing the Jadu would tease you with the knowledge for eras to some. Muttering to yourself and wandered back into your barely lived-in kitchen and slammed the nondescript shopping bag on the counter and began making one of the pot noodles and tossing the rest of them into the cupboard above your head.

Still feeling the heat of your embarrassment you deflated slightly and leaned against the counter. “Dude how tall are you?” You question yourself again with a hint of disbelief even though you were sure that the guy's hands could easily cover your face. Robotically, you grabbed the kettle and began making your pot noodle, you‘d barely gotten the fork in your mouth when a soft knocking sounded against your front door. “Who in the hell.” You muttered skittering towards your front door leaving the pot noodle on the counter, the small strip of frosted glass on either side of your front door did little to give you an idea of who was standing on the porch.

Pulling open the door, you stood in your socks searching an empty porch for who' knocked on your door. Already you thought the neighbourhood’s kids were playing tricks on you. Moving to step on to the porch almost kicking into something warm and injuring yourself. You glanced down at the warmth on your toes, a Tupperware container sat close to your front door you were surprised that you hadn’t put her foot in it when she stepped out the door. “Um hello?” you greeted the container sceptically as she crouched down to collect it. “Thank you f-for the soup?” You thanked and questioned the container as you curiously tilted the container from side to side watching the soupy liquid inside move with your movements.

As you stepped back into your house you wondered if whatever was in the container would keep till tomorrow. Heading back into the kitchen you placed the container on the counter and unfolded the piece of paper taped to the side of it.

‘Hi, I live across the street and since you’re new here. And I guessed your fridge was probably empty, so I made a little extra broth and packed it up for you. Don’t worry it’ll keep till tomorrow just put it on the stove on medium heat for 20 minutes or in the microwave for the same. Welcome to the neighbourhood - Omera’ The note read, and you smiled at the kindness of Omera, a woman you’d yet to put a face to, while stuffing another fork full of pot noodle into your mouth, you tucked the note back into its original place and stored the container of broth away in her empty fridge.

*

You released a huff as you tried to make yourself taller to reach the bathroom windows handle, the steam from your most recent shower was so dense that it just didn’t want to dissipate and with a tight grip on the counter, you doubled your efforts and finally got the window open. With pride in your step, you wandered into your new bedroom with your toothbrush hanging out of your mouth as a familiar ring tone pierced the quiet of your bedroom. Without looking, you answered the phone and set it on loudspeaker, “Hello, you're on loudspeaker.” You garbled out as you rinsed your mouth out and placed your toothbrush by the sink. “Do you know how many times I’ve called you!” Your mom yelled through the phone and you visibly cringed at the sharpness in your mother’s tone, the woman was a force to be reckoned with when she wanted to be. “Anything could have happened. Are you sure the neighbourhood’s safe enough?” Your mother rattled on worrying about you even though you were in your 30’s with a stable income and living alone.

Smiling at the sentiment you grabbed your phone and climbed into the bed. “I’m fine Mom. The neighbourhood seems safe enough. I mean aren’t the estate agents legally obligated to tell me if it wasn’t.” You muttered as you settled crossed legged at the head of the bed, the weirdly comfortably headboard cushioned your back as you leaned back into it and the pillows to get comfortable. “What’ve I missed first? Is Dad still looking for work?” You asked as you placed the phone on the pillow next to you, warmth filled you as you silently listened to your mom explain how another nameless auntie had a baby, another cousin getting engaged and how your step-dad, Lanth; a man who’d worked the majority of his life, still refuse to take his retirement and you didn’t think he’d ever actually take it at this point.

“You know how Lanth is. Honestly, I’m starting to think I married a 20-year-old in an old man’s body.” Your mom explained you smiled at the warmth you heard in your mom's voice and when you’d originally met Lanth you’d been sceptical as every teenager was of their parent's new boyfriends or girlfriends. “But enough about us. What about you? Hm. How’s the new house?” Your mom asked, sounding as eager as you had when you’d originally agreed to drive out to meet the estate agent and view the house.

Reaching behind you to prop up the pillows a little and pull the clean sheets over yourself, you sighed a little, feeling a wave of tiredness trying to overtake your body. “Nevarro’s housing market hasn’t inflated like the rest of the states but honestly I’ve been waiting for someone to tell me that it's haunted or in a bad neighbourhood.” You stated relishing in the soft fresh scent of your sheets in comparison to the musty old smell the other ones had. Your mom's voice was muffled on the other side of the phone as if she was talking to someone or left the TV on a little too loud. “The pastel bedroom walls make me want to throw something...but what are you whispering about?” You questioned yawning halfway through the sentence as you slowly began to settle down for the night.

On the other end of the phone, your mom sighed heavily, and it was the tell-tale sign that usually came before news that you wasn’t going to like. “Lanth said there's a Mandalorian settlement out that way and that you might want to be careful.” Your mom explained, concerned and a little off as if she was relaying what was being said to her. You hummed in agreement; you knew not all of Lanth’s people were the same, but they were best approached with caution just in case. “Anyway, I’ll let you go. Goodnight. Love you baby.”

“Goodnight. Love you both.” You smiled into your pillow as you heard the baritone of Lanth through the phone telling her to sleep well and to be careful. You watched the screen blink a few times telling you that your mom had hung up the phone, sleep tugged at you as you pulled the sheets up under your chin and glanced around the bedroom one final time to centre yourself. “I still have to get a door.” You muttered staring at the dark abyss of the hallway before rolling over and trying to ignore the unsettling inky darkness but with the bedside lamp on you slowly began to drift off into a slight sleep.

#The Handyman #handyman!paz #blue writes #paz vizsla #paz vizla #paz vizsla x reader #paz vizla x reader

[gabba-gool-cool]

Remembrance

Chapter One: A flash

Notes: This is a new DabiHawks thing im starting, and yes it will be ChildhoodFriends!AU because that is adorable, cannon can bite me :) Enjoy the story!

Warnings: Yelling, mention of death (not a character in the series), and mention of not eating food (skip this post if you need to, i promise its okay, be safe!)

this work is also posted to my Ao3!

Not many people know this, but Dabi loves to read. He almost always has a new book with him, he rips through them so quick. Ever since he was a little boy, he loved getting immersed into his favorite author’s universes. His favorite as a child were the Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. He always wondered what turkish delight tasted like and always checked every closet in his house every day as a child, just to see if maybe, just maybe... Nope, just mom’s coats.

He must have read that series a million times by the time he was eleven years old. His mother loved this about him, and she loved to ignite his fire for reading by suggesting new books and taking him to the book shop every other Sunday afternoon. Her favorite shop to take him to was called Philosopher’s Phosphor. It sold many books, old and new. The little shop also sold homemade jewelry by the two old women who ran the place who Dabi’s mother referred to as Janice and Edith.

The shop was always the perfect temperature, not too hot and not too cold. All around the shop there was comfortable seating. Pillows and blankets, books all over. Everyone who came it would always stay for at least an hour at a time, just sitting reading, and if you asked nicely, Janice loved brewing homemade tea, at no cost, of course. You could choose to sit and read every book in the shop if you wished, or you could buy and bring home the books, it was up to you. Janice and Edith would always accept any and all book donations, and always marked down their book prices so anyone could buy. And to answer your question, why of course all of the jewelry is handmade, beautifully made by Edith, they are having a sale, would you like this ring? It would match well with your beautiful skin tone.

Dabi loved asking the old women questions about books like, how were they made? How did they get to the shop? How did you pick which books to put on each shelf? However, his most common question was “what should i read next?” Which would lead to the two old women getting up and taking Dabi’s little hand through the warmly lit shop. They would show him to fantasies, mysteries, thrillers, adventures, and even some graphic novels. He loved everything the women showed him, he would always come back with his mother, every other Sunday without fail, to see the little old ladies that would show him a whole new universe to fall into.

They were always holding hands, and always so gentle to one another, as well as all of the customers, but... that was a long time ago. That shop was burned down, the old ladies aren't there anymore, and Dabi hasn't been to that shop in probably... how old was he again? He doesn't know. However, what he does know is that right now Shigaraki will not stop talking... as always.

“Well maybe he wouldn't have had to die if he didn't have had the audacity to be a little bitch!” Shigaraki’s voiced strained. Shigaraki was stood up, hands out stretched to really make his point. He was talking, of course, about a man he decided to murder on a whim just last night. It wasn’t apart of the mission, the man was just walking home, and the poor soul ended up accidentally bumping and slightly tripping the leader of the League of Villains.

“Tomura, he was crying because he was about to die, most people don't like the idea of dying. Shocker! I know...” Spinner rolled his eyes. He respected Shigaraki, but only because Stain did as well. This doesn't mean that Shigaraki cant get on his nerves sometimes. It bothered Spinner how easily Shigaraki could just up and kill someone for seemingly, no reason. If it wasn't for a good cause, if the person wasn't in your way, if the person wasn't the target, then what was the point of killing them? Its honestly just cruel, and in Spinner’s head, kind of disgusting.

Everyone in the League of Villains has, will, and would kill, but not all of them have the same boundaries or rules they go by. This can and has led to many arguments, just like the one that was about to ensue between Spinner and Shigaraki. As the voices of the Stain fanboy and Handyman began to rise, so did Dabi’s body from his stool at the bar. Dabi was sure that the argument wouldn’t end in a casualty so he didn’t have any need to be here. 

Dabi hated yelling anyways, it always got on his nerves. Whether it be him yelling or someone else, he hated it. Not that he really could yell too much himself, his voice nowadays became hoarse and worn by simply talking too much. That's why his normal speaking voice was actually quite soft and generally pretty quiet. He didn’t mean for his voice to be that way, but years of smoking and over usage of his quirk kind of completely destroyed his vocal chords. Either way, he saw no point in yelling. You can get any point across just fine without yelling, sometimes you just need a weapon, but that of course depends on the person and situation he supposed.

The old floorboards in the back of the bar slowly creaked under each of Dabi’s steps. From the bar, there was a side door, which led to a hallway, which led to some stairs, which led to a basement living room, which led to everyone elses rooms. Well, at least the core members of the league’s rooms. It was nice, having a space for himself. The last time he had a room to himself was probably when he was still a little boy. 

Dabi opened his bedroom door.

The whole house was very traditional, so in turn, so was his room. He didn't have many toys, so his favorite thing to do was play pretend with his brother and his sister. He would set up whole scenes with his siblings. Sometimes the scenes were from tv, and some were completely from his and his sibling’s imaginations.

His sister was always the doctor or the nurse, she loved Recovery Girl. In fact, Dabi remembers how every time Recovery Girl came on the news, she would always make a little squeal and her little feet would pitter patter in one place in excitement. He always found it funny how his brother ended up being the doctor in the family, now that they were older. His brother, meanwhile, loved being the villain. He loved making up a cool bad guy name and backstory, sometimes even costumes if Mom got involved. His brother would make up impossible, evil machines that could rearrange your guts or make you super tiny, or even super big! Dabi’s brother was always very creative.

This left Dabi playing the hero, and he loved it. He would put on a cape, and save mom from his brother’s evil clutches alongside his sister who would give him magic healing and strength “potions” that was actually just little jars filled with handsoap and sometimes random cleaning supplies that was on the cleaning lady’s supply cart. The chairs would become big rocks to jump from, the couch would become a “safe zone”, and the bathtub would become the ocean. The whole house morphed into their own imaginary world. It was wonderful, until...

Dabi’s room now was barren. It has a bed, a bookshelf and a desk. It’s all he really needed, he supposed. The shelf had three mystery books that he picked up on a mission a couple weeks ago. They were “okay” in his opinion. He hated how quickly he called the so-called “plot twists”,  but least the characters were somewhat entertaining. However, there was a slight romance in one of the books, which was very poorly written, it got to the point where he ended up just dropping the book entirely.

The book in his jacket was one of the Dark Tower series by Stephen King, the book series was different from King’s other works in that it was less of a horror novel than it was an adventure series. It reminded him slightly of the books he read when he was younger. He used to prefer adventures and fantasy, but now that he was older, his favorite genre was mysteries. He did indulge in horror novels whenever he happened by one though, he liked a good thriller.

Turning on the light in his room, it gave off a dim light. He needed to change the blub, but he sure it would be fine for at least a little while. Then, it flickered, oh no... and then again, please dont... and finally, with a low buzz and a pop, the light was out.

“Fuck... okay.” he slowly murmured to himself. Slowly dragging his hand down his face in frustration.

He had no idea when he would be able to replace that lightbulb. He had no cash, and he knew for a fact that the league didn't just have some extra lightbulbs laying around, not to mention extra food. 

Damn... his stomach rumbled slightly. Dabi doesn't remember the last time he ate an actual meal, and he doesn't want to remember either. So, since he couldn't get food now or for awhile, he decided to distract himself, as he always did.

Slowly he stalked over to the small window that peeked outside the base. The walls were tall and thick, and he was pretty sure he was the only one with a window downstairs, as tiny as it was. He slowly took off the little tapestry he had hung up to cover the window for privacy. Of course, he couldn't imagine any one peeking through a little basement window so low to the ground, but you never know. Also, Dabi quite enjoyed his privacy, thank you very much. The tapestry blended red, to purple, and then blue in the background with a black silhouette of a dolphin and waves in the foreground. It was an odd little thing, but Dabi enjoyed it nonetheless.

As he gently folded the tiny piece of fabric and set it on his desk, he looked back into his room. Surprisingly, that little window let in quite a bit of light. He silently thanked the window as he plopped down on to his mattress that laid on the ground. Then, he pulled out his book from his big inner pocket on his long jacket, and finally began to read, feeling the thoughts of food slowly drift from mind.

It could've been hours, minutes, or even seconds, Dabi doesn't really know, until he finally snapped his head up from his book and looked to the window. He quickly shot up and went up to the window. He looked left, and then right, and then over again. Huh... that's odd... he could’ve sworn he saw a flash of red right outside of his window.

#dabi #touya todoroki #touya #hawks #takami keigo #dabihawks #hawks x dabi #keigo x touya #keigo #shigaraki #spinner #league of villains

[symphonicbarnes]

Ignite

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader A/N: This is my first smut! I'm! Terrified!! I genuinely tried on this, it may not be A1, but I tried lmao. I feel like this has been done before (if it is I’m sorry), but I gave it a shot. Let me know what you think, I hope you like it! (And thank you for the love on my first fic! I appreciate it so much.) Warnings: 18+ possible tw: body image insecurities, language, unprotected sex, oral (f/m receiving), slight breeding kink, praise kink, fluffy stuff

Word Count: 3k

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Silence stilled in the walls of the bathroom as you stared at your own reflection. You sharply inhale to diffuse the bubbling cauldron of anxiety in your chest. When you exhaled, you examined the soft roll of your belly. It was just there. Taunting you. It was almost a surprise like you've just discovered this new swell of skin. Did it just come up? I mean, you've had more Thai takeout recently since missions have slowed down, but damn, you thought it wasn't that much.

You wanted to scream high enough to shatter the glass in front of you. Loud enough like a banshee, the other half of the world will hear it. You just wanted to release the frustration buried in your sternum. You just wanted to feel confident in the body you were in. You were standing there for so long you didn't even notice your boyfriend was watching you. He saw the intense indention between your brows. Your lips pinched together. He knows exactly what's happening. You're doing it again. He felt the tug of the heartstrings because he knew you were feeling insecure again. He was literally you two nights ago. He had some nights where he was insecure with his hunk of metal, but you always brought him back to the peace of mind and worshipped him with love. All the caressing of hands across his body. Gentle kisses blending with butterfly kisses. Everything you could muster to engage the delicate smiles you adored from him. Now he wanted to conjure the smiles from you.

"Doll, do you need a kiss?" He cooed. You broke your zoned gaze from the mirror and looked at him. You nodded up at him; your bottom lip stuck out oh-so-slightly. He stepped towards you, and he embraced you into his solid chest. Your cheek squished against his pec, and you blew the hair that fell into your face. "I don't feel cute today, Buck." You muffled. He wrapped his arms tighter and locked them. "It's okay, you know I'm a bit biased, but I love you, and I think you look adorable today." He said faintly pressing kisses to your crown. He couldn't see your face, but he felt you huff in his arms. "You always say I look adorable." You frowned. He shifted his gaze to the tip of your nose, and he pressed light kisses to it. "I know, but you say I always speak the truth, so you don't think I'm a liar, do you?" He teased. You gazed up at him with your cheek still firmly pressed against him, you bit your bottom lip lightly. "No. Of course not." You mumbled.  

Then it hit Bucky- he knows how to help.

The lightbulb in his mind flashed, and he suddenly releases his grip around your waist. The gears turning in his head, and the sly smirk alerted you. "What? What are you thinking?" You questioned in suspicion. He kissed your forehead and raised his finger to your lips. "I've got a surprise for ya darling, wait here." He dashed out of the bathroom, and you couldn't help giggle at his unexpected eccentrics. There were a couple seconds of ambient silence, but then you heard shuffling and sounds of paper being crumpled around from the closet you two shared. You patiently stood in the middle of the bathroom, curiously wondering what he could surprise you with right now.

A moment passed, and Bucky came back in with a sleek matte black box with a black ribbon bow on top. "Here you go, sweetheart. I was going to wait until Christmas, but I think this is a good time." He gave a loving half-smile mixed with anticipation. "Go on, open it." He insisted. You tugged at the ends of the black ribbon, and you loosened the knot, and it unraveled. You patiently took your time getting the box off the top, and you finally took it off to reveal a pile of lace underneath.

You were speechless as the heat rose to your cheeks. It was lingerie. It was a deep plum set, with straps that branched off bottoms, and the cups had lace rose appliques. It was gorgeous, and you couldn't believe he had nailed this so perfectly. He chortled at your dumbfounded expression. "Nat actually helped me pick. I showed her the options, and she thought this was more you, which I thought so too. Do you like it?" He asked with the undertone of hope in his voice. You acknowledged him breathlessly, and you launched yourself in his arms. Wrapping your forearms around his neck, kissing him all over. "Of course I do" You squealed between your machine gun kissing actions. "Honestly, good choice. Thank you, and Nat." Bucky giggled at your attack on his skin, and his tone shifted once you pecked your lips sloppily down his throat. "Try it on for me." He whispered lowly at your earlobe. A shiver went down your spine, and you pulled away to look at him. He peered at you with desire, as if he was already mentally imaging you in the lace number. He ran his tongue over his lips, and you watched him with shifting attempt to stop the spreading heat between your thighs. You nodded without saying a word, and you stood up and took the box back to the bathroom. Before you shut the door, you met Bucky's eyes with a devious grin to amplify the anticipation.

You carelessly shuffled off your leggings and bulky sweatshirt and kicked off your fluffy socks. You basically ripped your sports bra and cotton underwear off, and carefully slipped on the delicate garments and inspected yourself once again. The color was excellent on you, and the straps on the bottoms really accentuated the soft curves of your hips. The bra had push-up padding, and it pressed your cleavage together nicely. Bucky's gonna lose his mind.

You stared at yourself in utter shock and ran your hands over the sides of your frame, and something sparked inside. Power. Confidence. Maybe even- love. Love for the way this flimsy material hugged your body, and love for the Adonis of a man outside, who you couldn't wait to jump on.

You opened the door and revealed yourself to him, he was already sitting on the edge of the bed, patiently waiting for his gift. Once he took the first look, the breath hitched in his abdomen. His mouth parted open, and his eyes scanned your entire body from head to toe. Your lack of makeup really set the look for him, as he raked his eyes to your swelling breasts that look like they could escape the cups at any moment. The tightness in his chest resorted down south, and his jeans started to strain with his arousal growing.

 "Well damn." He finally choked out. "You look so hot. Fuck, y/n. You have no idea what this is doing to me." He said in shallow breaths. You grinned at him. Mischief glimmered in your eyes as you took steps towards him. He reached his arms out to pull you onto his lap, straddling him. He immediately bombarded your clavicle with hungry kisses, trailing up to your neck, like you had done to him earlier. He took the chance to suck and graze his teeth over the sensitive areas. You shuddered to the response of his rapid actions. 

Once he got to your lips, it was all teeth and tongue. He sucked on your bottom lip as he swiped it, eager to explore your mouth. It was so starving, but still sweet enough. His hands explored over the cups of your breasts, and he glided his hands to your back. "You know, I won't take this off just yet. You just put it on, I'd hate to rip it off ya." He slid his hands down your sides and anchored his fingers around your underwear. "But these," He tugged them down. "Are coming off now." He growled, and you raised your hips to let him shimmy them down to your knees and ankles, and he quickly discarded them across the room. 

He cupped your ass in both hands, and you felt the hard, cooling metal squeeze into your fleshy bottom. He gripped in roughly and smacked it, and softly ran his hands over the reddening skin to soothe it. You couldn't help but slip a moan at him smacking your ass. "Buck-" You gasped. "Can I take care of you?" You whined. You could feel your lust start to drip around your thighs. You wanted to feel pathetic for your excessive arousal. Still, you couldn't say anything, because he suddenly twirled his fingers around your folds. A shrill gasp escaped your throat, and your back arched with the metal coming in contact with your core. The sensation of him fiddling with your small bud with his fingertips flamed your whole body. He hummed, and his darkened eyes lured into yours.

 "I couldn't help myself, I had to feel how wet you got for me. You can deal with me later, I wanna take care of you first." He grunted. He picked you up and laid you down, and in a blink of an eye, he was on his knees in front of you. He spread your thighs apart, and dragged his fingertips across the bare skin, leaving you in goosebumps and soft moans. "Please," You panted. "I need you to do something." You pleaded with neediness. He just responded by pressing feather-light kisses to the outside of your mound, and you twitched once you felt him spread your folds apart. He started to swirl his finger around the sensitive bud, and you drew out a moan at his teasing.

"B-buck I'm begging you, for the love of God, please." You groaned, throwing your head back, there was a line of sweat that formed around your hairline. He spared you by finally leaning forward to give a firm lick from your entrance to your clit. Your mind started reeling with gratification, your back arched and he held down your already trembling thighs. "Hun, I have barely started." He chuckled with a smug grin on his face. He delved back into your slick core and went to work. His tongue was lapping up and down in a sinful pattern, and he was quick to latch his lips on your clit, the wet sounds so obscene, it made your body heat ignite more. You carded your fingers through his hair and tugged on the ends, causing him to groan into your cunt, making you moan even louder at the vibrations shooting to your spine. "Oh my god," You panted. "I think I'm going to cum soon." Your voice increasing octaves at each devilish lap of his tongue. The tightness in your abdomen heightened, and your inconsistent babbling, made him start to suckle more, and he went faster with his movements. Your grip on his hair tightened, and once he flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue, forcing you over the edge. 

He fervently licked you through your orgasm, and you flooded all over his lips, and he licked it all up. Once you felt your body reside from the euphoria, he gave a final kiss to your thigh, and he peeked back up at you, your slick coating his lips, and they were plumper from the overwork. He looked fucking god-sent, in the most corrupt way.  He kissed you ardently, and you tasted the salty, sweetness of you on his lips. He groaned as you palmed his hard cock through the rough denim. 

"I believe it's your turn now." You purred, pulling him up to sit on the edge of the bed, and you slowly sank to your knees, rubbing his thighs. You felt his straining, almost painful, erection, and your fingers nimble with the button. He helped you in a diligent attempt to free himself from the cloth confinement. He got his jeans to his ankles, and you took them off completely, and he shed his shirt. His cock sprang free from his boxers, and you eyed his red, bulbous tip, and you leaned forward to give it a kitten lick, and he sucked in a harsh breath through gritted teeth. "Christ," He swears as you swirled your tongue around the slit, collecting his precum. He groaned once you wrapped your lips around entirely and started to sink him down your throat. 

"Shit, y/n. You're so good. Taking care of me so well." He grunted. You looked at him through thick, lashes, innocently staring at him. His eyes fluttered to look at you, and he thought he was going to bust right then. You were harshly sucking, and he had to gently grab your jaw to have you release him. "If you continue, I'm going to cum right the hell now." He gasped between breaths. You licked your lips, and he picked you up from your armpits and put you on your back. 

He crawled up to you, and you reached behind you to unclasp your bra, tossing it aside. He palmed your one breast and started swirling his tongue around the perky little buds, and you crooned. "I can't take this, please, fuck me, Bucky. Please, I need your cum." You wailed. Something switched in him, and he wanted to ferally fuck your brains out, but he had to contain himself because he wanted to show you how beautiful you were. He grasped your hips tightly. "Ride me darlin'. I wanna look at your beautiful body while you're riding my cock."

You wasted no time flipping yourself over, straddling his hips, and you took him in your hand, and slowly sank down on him. Bucky instantly groaned in pleasure. Your walls so wet and warm, engulfed his thickness and squeezed him tight. "God, you're always so tight. Should be a crime." He heard you giggle, which made you clench and moan at the stretch. He was so goddamn big, his tip nudged in the deepest part of you deliciously. You rocked your hips and started picking up the pace, bouncing on him. 

He grabbed your tits and pushed them together, and ran his hands down your hips. Digging his fingers in, clearly giving bruises only for him to see. He looked up and down your torso, from your beautiful fucked-out face, to where you both were connected, and the sound of him fucking into your squelching heat made his brain short circuit. "You are so beautiful. I love this gorgeous body." He huffed. "Taking my cock so well, you were made for this." He praised. His words made you clench tighter, and you erupted in moans at the drag of him hitting your spot just right. He relished in the feeling of your fluttering walls, and he lifted his hips to thrust up into you harder, more rapidly.

The sounds of skin slapping grew, and so did your orgasms. Bucky was now hitting you deeper with his thick cock, and you felt like he was in your stomach. God, it was divine. You could tell you were close because you were vigourously grinding down harder on him. "Fuck, Bucky don't stop, I'm gonna come soon." He continued to fuck up into you. "Jesus Christ, I'm not gonna last either, come on darlin', cum all over my cock... Such a good girl." He heaved out in shallow thrusts. His words enough sent you tumbling. You squeezed and fluttered on him, coming all over his length. The air knocked out of your lungs as you came, you braced your hands on his firm chest. He moaned softly, and you leaned forward to his ear, suckling on his lobe. "Please fill me up, Buck. Make me yours." You gasped out in exhalation.

That was it for him. He stilled as the hot coil in his stomach burst, and he gutturally grunted as thick ropes of cum coated your walls. He respired. His body went slack as he puffed out, both of your hearts were palpitating from the excursion. Your legs trembled as you rolled off of him, landing on your back with a sharp huff. He looked over at you and grabbed your hand with his metal one, and gave sweet kisses to the top of yours. "I love you so much." He said once his heart rate and breathing were normal. You beamed in adoration, you caressed his face, brushing the stubble on his cheek. "I love you too." You replied. You brushed the pad of your thumb on his lips and leaned in for a brisk kiss. You both gave tender kisses before Bucky got up to get you a cloth to clean up with. He came back and helped wipe the sticky mess from your thighs, and he threw it in a laundry bin.

Once he got back to bed, you two curled up into each other, slightly sweaty from the rendezvous, but you two didn't care. He glanced at the floor where your new lingerie was, and he gave you a questioning look. "So, are you really happy with your gift? I feel like it wasn't much, and I could've-" You cut him off with a kiss to stop his rambling. "I love it, Buck, really. I do. It made me feel super sexy. I know you did this to cheer me up, and it worked." You winked. He exhaled in relief to your reassurance. "Good. That's all I wanted to do. I just wanted my girl to feel good as hell." He drawled, a hint of old Brooklyn coming out. You gave a shy smile, savoring the mushy moments of bliss with him.

"You wanna go shower now?" You schemed, already knowing his answer. He mock-thought about it, before pulling you to him to lift your body bridal style.

"I think you know the answer to that." He smirked and carried you to the bathroom. Just one more round of bliss.

#bucky barnes smut #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky x female reader

[artificialqueens]

Adore (Jaida x Nicky) - Moonshot

A/N: 1.1k word of pure fluff, lovely bickering and soft feelings. Catch all the references to Nicky and Jaida’s IG lives for extra brownie points.

Summary: Jaida, Nicky and a long-awaited eyeshadow palette. What could go wrong?

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“Enfin, putain!”

Jaida furrowed her brows upon hearing her girlfriend curse in her native language. Not that she wasn’t used to it by now, but still surprised her.

“What are you babbling about, Frenchie?” She dared to ask upon seeing the blonde girl’s face basically beaming as she tore open a small cardboard box.

“It’s finally here, baby! I can’t believe I was literally the last one to get it and I’m the professional makeup artist in our friend group!” 

Despite still being slightly confused, the older girl couldn’t help the smile forming on her lips at just the sheer excitement of Nicky as she unboxed the long-awaited eye shadow palette.

“You’re acting as if you don’t receive PR for like 99% of the make up you own, Ni,” Jaida rolled her eyes playfully, bringing her attention back to the phone in her hands.

“Ugh, chéri! Not when it’s a PR from THE Lady Gaga’s brand! The queen! The legend! I’ve been waiting for a palette like this for ages!” Nicky pouted at her girlfriend’s seemingly disinterest in the new makeup. 

Then, as if a metaphorical lightbulb had lit up over her head, the French girl bolted out of the room with the freshly unboxed palette. She came back a few minutes later, armed with a couple of her favorite eye-makeup brushes in hand.

Jaida barely had time to react when her phone was taken away from her hands and the familiar weight of her girlfriend pressed on top of her legs.

“What-” 

“I gotta test it out right now, and you and your beautiful face,” she booped the older girl’s nose playfully, “are going to be my canvas. Now close your eyes so that I can prime them!”

The brunette couldn’t help but chuckle at how serious the French girl sounded, “Well, chile then, boss,” she commented, following the instructions and relaxing face. 

“Alexa! Play Tycho!” she shouted to the electronic companion.

Jaida shook her head in disapproval jokingly, “You and your weird instrumental music”.

The blonde pointed a finger at her face, however, failing quite a bit to look anywhere near threatening, “Quiet or I’m putting the whole Kingdom Hearts soundtrack!”

She brought her hands up in defeat before bringing them over to Nicky’s lower back to help her steady up as the blonde started working her make up magic on her.

Jaida heard the younger girl quietly hum, assuming she was contemplating what look she was going to go for.

“So, what’s the inspiration today, Frenchie?”

“All these blues are begging to be turned into a Squirtle fantasy!” Nicky replied excitedly, her mind already visualizing the final product on her girlfriend.

The dark-skinned beauty opened her eyes, frowning, “Don’t you have some orange or red for the actual true superior Pokémon starter, babe?”

“Salamèche? Superior? No, ma’am. The smart ones choose Squirtle, the ones who choose Charmander just want to flex their strength”.

“Whaaat? Nah, he’s a strong little dude, give him some respect! Squirtle is for boring bitches”.

There was a moment of pause, both girls firmly convinced in their ideas.

Nicky was the one who broke the silence, “… at least we can agree that you are a loser if you choose Bulbasaur”.

That made Jaida wheeze out loud, playfully smacking the tanned foreigner’s legs, “Can’t argue with that!”

The short-haired blonde leaned in to peck on Jaida’s inviting lips, “We will continue this discussion later, now close your goddamn eyes, dumbass”.

“Aye, aye, Captain Doll!” the brunette replied, closing her eyes once again with her hands now resting on Nicky’s exposed waist.

She let the younger girl’s expert yet delicate digit do all the work as the French girl softly sang a lullaby in her native language, slowly drifting asleep.

Your beauty I’ll still see Love is too weak to define Just what you mean to me

Jaida lost track of time when she woke back up. She guessed it must have been quite a while as Nicky was still humming to herself but the music had changed to one of her favorite Prince’s songs, Adore.

Then, suddenly, her girlfriend’s singing stopped while the music carried on.

With her eyes still closed, the older girl wasn’t sure what caused the interruption. She opened her left eye ever so slightly to peek through, finding her girlfriend staring at her with an expression she couldn’t really put a name to.

The brunette fully opened her eyes before talking, “Got something on my face?” she tried to poke fun at the situation, feeling the silence under the gaze of those icy blue eyes she had fallen in love with getting somewhat uncomfortable.

That seemingly brought Nicky’s mind back, her usual smirk plastered on her face as she rolled her eyes, “Your beauty, dumbass”.

The younger girl leaned in for a peck on the lips, which quickly turned into a proper kiss as Jaida’s arms held her body closer.

The two continued their impromptu make-out session until they had to separate to be able to breathe properly. Jaida smiles at the sight of the adorable flush Nicky would get every time they kissed for more than a couple of minutes.

“I mean it, you know, babe”, the French continued, tucking a loose strand of the dark hair behind her girlfriend’s ear, her hand then gently going on to hold the back of Jaida’s neck.

The brunette cocked her head in slight confusion, “Uh?”

“When I say you’re the most beautiful to me. I may work to paint celebrities’ faces for a living now but no one has still got nothing on you, ma belle ”.

The older girl tried to fight a grin from forming on her face, “Miss Nicky Doll?Getting soft, aren’t we, girl?”

Nicky scoffed, faking being annoyed at the response, “Fuck off! Much for ruining the moment, bitch”, she replied jokingly. 

Jaida couldn’t help but chuckle as she brought the blonde’s body even closer to her, the makeup palette along with the brushes long forgotten by their sides.

“Chile, girl! I’m just kidding,” she said, bringing one of her hands under Nicky’s chin, staring lovingly into her eyes.

“I love you,” the American girl simply said as she dived in to kiss her girlfriend. She felt the younger girl smile into the kiss, a muffled “je t’aime aussi, mon coeur” in reply against her lips.

The two lovers stood like that as they enjoyed each other’s embrace until Nicky’s phone started ringing, causing the latter to reluctantly separate from her girlfriend’s lips.

Jaida breathed out, collecting her thoughts as she heard the blonde answer the call.

“Hello? Oh, hi Rock! What’s up?” 

The brunette tuned out from the conversation as Nicky exited the living room going into the kitchen, already engrossed in whatever crazy story the young girl was telling her over the phone.

She couldn’t help but smile to herself as she thought about her relationship with the tanned French girl. 

Who would have thought that, after getting together during their senior year of high school, they would still be going strong, five years and a move across the country to the Big Apple later? Certainly not Jaida, but she couldn’t be happier to have found someone like Nicky.

The older girl got up from the couch, making her way to the shared bedroom she had with her girlfriend. She opened one of the drawers and fished in, finding what she was looking for mere seconds later.

A small dark red velvet box.

Jaida was sure now more than ever.

Be with me darlin’ till the end of all time I’ll give you my heart I’ll give you my mind I’ll give you my body I’ll give you my time For all time I am with you

She was going to marry that French bitch.

#rpdr fanfiction #jaida essence hall #nicky doll #jaida x nicky #lesbian au #fluff #fic challenge #black girl magic fic #moonshot #submission #diversity fic #s12

[mnthpprt]

Chapter 23: Drawings And Diatribes

Today is the opening of Theo’s exhibition. I asked Sebastian for the evening off so I could go see it. Vincent’s paintings will be there, and I am curious to see if his style has changed much since he became a vampire. His art was always my favorite.

The Van Gogh brothers left earlier to set it up, so I take a carriage by myself to the city center. The place is already buzzing when I arrive. Vincent spots me when I walk in and greets me with a bright smile.

“Anaïs! I’m glad you made it, I want to show you something,” he says, taking my hand. I let him guide me through the crowd to the corner of the gallery, and we come to a stop in front of a small painting. It is a portrait of a woman in a yellow dress, with long dark hair flowing lose over her shoulders as she waters a potted white orchid.

“That’s me,” I gasp. I recognize my own face in the thick brushstrokes. The dress le Comte gave me and my green eyes are vivid with color against the dark background. It is truly beautiful. I throw my arms around Vincent and pull him into a hug, which he hesitantly returns. “I love it! I can’t believe my all time favorite artist painted me without me even knowing,” I laugh. “This is a dream come true.”

“Am I really your favorite?” Vincent asks shyly once I let go, scratching the back of his head.

“Of course. That use of contrasting colors! That impasto! Ah, I love everything about your art,” I reply with a smile.

Shakespeare approaches us and takes my hand to his lips in his usual old fashioned greeting. I didn’t know he would be here, but I’m not too surprised. I remember le Comte saying he and Vincent were friends.

“Guillaume, what a surprise. Here to support Vincent?”

“That, and to speak to thee, my lovely rose.” I playfully roll my eyes. He’s only calling me that to annoy me. “Now that thou hast come to the exhibition opening, I can’t help but feel a little jealous. I am premiering a new play on Friday, and it would be an honour if thou came to see it.”

“I can’t say no if you ask me like that,” I shrug, smiling. I spot Theo in the background, discussing business as usual, and quickly excuse myself. I want to congratulate him for putting this together. It seems to be quite successful, so far. “I’ll be there, I promise.”

I let go of Shakespeare’s hand and walk away. The art collector that Theo was talking to leaves him to go look at the other paintings, and I poke his shoulder with a finger.

“This is amazing, Theo,” I say when he turns around, before standing on my toes to greet him with a peck on each cheek. “You’re a great curator. Look how many people showed up!” He has good taste, clearly, and everyone can see that. I am not as knowledgeable in what constitutes ‘good art’ as I am in how to prevent it falling apart, but I have spent enough time in museums to know what a good exhibition looks like. This one is excellent.

“Thanks, hondje,” he replies. Judging by the lack of cutting remarks, he is in a good mood. The hint of a smile on his face makes dimples appear on his cheeks, which I find absolutely adorable. Too bad I rarely see it.

I’m more of a cat person, really,” I chuckle at his nickname. Ever since the ‘snack’ debacle, he uses it more often than he does my actual name, and Vincent kindly translated it for me. Theo scrunches up his face in disgust, making me laugh, and I leave him to do his own thing. With the amount of potential buyers that came tonight, he’s going to be busy.

For the next hour or so I simply observe the rest of the paintings. That is, until a bearded man approaches me. He looks somewhat familiar, although I can’t pinpoint where I’ve seen his face before.

“Excusez-moi, mademoiselle. Are you the lady in that painting over there?” He recognizes me from Vincent’s portrait.

“I am,” I nod. The stranger furrows his brow thoughtfully, staring at me, and I feel a slight blush creeping over my cheeks.

“The artist did a wonderful job of capturing your likeness. I wonder how you managed to pose so naturally,” he ponders out loud.

“Oh, I didn’t. I just went about my day like I usually would, but I had no idea he was painting me.” The man keeps staring art me in silence, so I feel the need to explain. “The artist is my friend. I have been staying in his home for the past couple weeks.”

“I love it,” he mutters through his bushy beard. “No posing, no artifice, just the natural, unadulterated gaze of a friend... I should write about that.”

The lightbulb in my head lights up after hearing his words, making my eyes widen in recognition. I know where I’ve seen him. His photograph was on the back of the book I read on the airplane when I came to Paris.

“You’re Émile Zola,” I simply state, and he laughs.

“The one and only. I take it you’ve read my work, then?”

Holy shit. My stay here keeps getting more interesting: in the past week I have made out with Leonardo da Vinci, been painted by Vincent van Gogh, and now I am talking to the Émile Zola, the father of literary naturalism. I could swoon, if I had not frozen in place.

“I absolutely adored L’Œuvre,” I blurt out, “I recently finished reading it.” I regret saying that immediately. Fuck, what if it hasn’t been published yet? I messed up.

“I am glad to hear that. It received a lot of critique when it was first published.”

I breath out in relief. That was a close call. I should probably stop freaking out about historical figures’ work if I want to avoid letting on about their future. This magnificent writer before me has no idea that in a few months he will risk his entire career to expose the Dreyfus Affair, which hasn’t even happened yet.

“Yeah, I don’t understand the hate for impressionism either,” I say, looking back at Vincent’s painting. Though most of his work is technically postimpressionist, the paintings in the exhibition fit in with the time’s most transgressive styles, but I can still see his essence peak through. I figured le Comte would want his art to blend in a little better to avoid attention. “I personally prefer it. You know, ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder’, and all that. People just need to respect others’ eyes, even if they don’t see the same as theirs.”

Zola lets out a chuckle and strokes his beard.

“I like you, mademoiselle...”

“Hondje!” Before I can give him my name, Theo interrupts. “We’re going to the tavern, you coming?”

“Sure, wait for me!” I turn to Zola, smiling. “Anaïs. My name, I mean. Thanks for the chat,” I say, excusing myself with a nod. I look back over my shoulder to see the author waving at me with an amused smile.

I catch up to Theo outside, where Vincent and Shakespeare are already waiting. Arthur is there, too, even though he did not visit the exhibition.

“Fancy to see you here, dove,” he says when he sees me, wrapping his arm around my waist. “Alright, I know an excellent place just two blocks from here. Let’s hurry before they run out of tables.”

“I’m actually pretty tired,” says Vincent. “I think I’ll just head home.”

Theo gives him a brotherly pat on the back, and I hug him goodbye. After he leaves, Shakespeare, who has been silent until now, chimes in.

“Alas, I must retire for the night as well.” He takes my hand to kiss it once again, and I notice Arthur and Theo share a meaningful glance. “I shall see thee on Friday, Anaïs. Farewell.”

He walks away too, leaving the three of us alone. Once I’m sure Shakespeare is too far to hear us, I immediately turn to the two men standing next to me.

“Okay, what was that about?”

“Theo hates Will,” Arthur chuckles. “He’s jealous because he spends time with Vincent, aren’t you, little brother?” he teases the other, playfully nudging him with his elbow.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Theo replies with a scowl. Then he turns to me. “Do not believe a word he says, hondje. This fool wouldn’t know a dog if it bit him in the ass, let alone what someone else is thinking.”

I laugh at the two of them bickering, before I double down on my inquiry. Arthur never really explained what the deal is with Shakespeare, but it’s clear that something else is going on.

“No, but really. Why are you all so weird around him?”

“We can discuss it over a few drinks!” Arthur declares cheerfully. I know he is just trying to distract me, but his fun attitude is contagious.

“Hell yeah, drinks!” I exclaim. Theo remains silent, looking angry as always, so Arthur and I begin chanting the word until he gives in.

“Fine by me,” he finally agrees with a shrug. I close my hand and push it towards Arthur, trying to give him a fist bump, but of course, he has no idea what that is. He stares at me with a raised eyebrow, and I grab his hand, gently bend his fingers, and bump it against my own, showing him how it works.

“Is this something people do in your time?” he asks, intrigue visible on his face.

“Mh-hm,” I nod. “Sort of like a celebratory gesture. We convinced Theo to drink with us, so now...” I explain, holding up my fist again. He does the same, bringing it to touch mine. “Fist bump.”

“Huh, it’s quite curious,” Arthur muses. “Fun, even.”

“I think it looks silly,” Theo chimes in. I shrug, letting out a chuckle.

“Maybe, but I think you’re just jealous.”

He rolls his eyes and begins walking away from the gallery, with Arthur not far behind. I follow, hoping that it’s not very far. The sky has been unusually cloudy today, and it might start raining any second.

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The Great New Mexico Fake-Off (2/?)

Summary: 

Michael expands his 'clientele' to his siblings. Jury's still out on whether or not he actually tolerates them.

(Collab’d with the wonderful @beautifulcheat

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The next cake he made was a dark chocolate mint cake, for Max.  He laughed himself sick the entire time he was making it, because Max may finally be dating Liz but that didn’t mean Michael was going to stop making fun of him for being an utter dork.

He walked into the Crashdown a week later with a stupid grin on his face and plopped the cake box in front of Max. “Oh is this from that infamous baker you’re dating?” Max asked. “Yes--No! I’m not dating anyone!” Michael huffed, dropping down in the seat across from Max. “Who’s Michael not dating?” Liz asked, stopping in front of their table with a stack of dirty plates in hand. “Maria told me Michael’s got a not-girlfriend,” Max explained, absolutely delighted in, for once, being the annoying brother as opposed to being the annoyed brother. “Apparently she’s a fantastic baker and he keeps pawning off the cakes she makes for him to Maria, of all people.  Total mystery as to why.” Max gave him a look that told him that there was absolutely no mystery there, at all. “Mikey!” Liz was aghast. Michael’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance at the use of that nickname.

“Right?!” Max agreed, gleeful. Apparently Max-with-a-girlfriend was just a pain in the ass. “There is no girlfriend! It’s just a client for fuck’s sake!” Michael was not making cakes for Maria so she could think he was a shit boyfriend. It took almost six damn months to prove that he was trustworthy after all the shit he pulled with Lindsay, and even though they’re not dating anymore. He hated the idea of Maria badly about him.That’s not what making those cakes was about. It was about-- He must have been pouting because Liz laughed and ruffled his hair with the hand not balancing the plates. “Give me a second and I’ll grab some plates and silverware. I have to try this mystery baker’s love confections.” “I hate you,” Michael said as Liz walked off, still laughing.

“We’re just teasing,” Max said, probably feeling a little guilty about the teasing. But Michael didn’t pay it too much mind because Liz’s words reminded him of what Sanders had said before.

“It’s something you do for the people you love. Or at least can fuckin tolerate.”

Liz returned a few minutes later with some plates, silverware and coffees, and sat down next to Max. They shared a kiss before Max opened the box. “Ohhhh yes dark chocolate!” Michael was pretty pleased with himself. He’d done a great job with the dark chocolate ganache. Yes dammit, it was ganache. He’d gotten it right this time - completely smooth all around the cake. There was not one bump to be seen. He’d also been practicing piping and made a few basic flowers out of whipped ganache, adding food coloring to make them green. He’d practiced the flowers a few times before putting them on the cake too. He could draw all right in a notebook but doing it on cake with a piping bag was something completely different. They still weren’t the prettiest flowers, to his critical eye. He would not have given this cake to Maria, but for Max? It was more than fine.

“Is that mint?” Max frowned, pointing at the green flowers. Thankfully Michael didn’t have to lie. Liz had swiped her finger over a fluffy bit of flower and popped it into her mouth, to check for him. Michael privately thought that the way Max looked at Liz while she sucked on her finger was pathetic. “No chocolate,” Liz said cheerfully. Max looked like he’d totally forgotten about the cake. “It’s really good too.” She swiped up the rest of the flower with another finger and Michael was starting to worry that the table would rise six inches -- or probably more on-brand and dramatically, every lightbulb in the place would blow.

And normally Michael would be disturbed by that thought, but it did mean that Max was too distracted by Liz to pay attention to the slice of cake being deposited in front of him. He just mechanically took a bite and... “Ugh.” “What?” Liz’s eyes were wide because Max was looking at her with such disappointment in his eyes. Like when you’re playing fetch with a dog and pretend to throw the ball but the dog realizes it. That kind of disappointment. “Not funny, Liz. You know I hate mint.” “It’s not mint!” Liz repeated in response to Max’s withering look. Which Michael is pretty sure is the first time Max Evans has ever looked at Liz Ortecho with anything but blind adoration. Would their relationship survive such a shock? Would Max go home now and flog a Scarlet M on his back?

“Oh my God, Max,” Liz was saying. “I didn’t betray you--” “Et Tu --” “Oh my God Max!” She repeated with more emphasis. Now she was laughing and Max could barely keep his frown in place. Michael grabbed a fork and took a piece of cake from Max’s plate. “No, that’s definitely mint Ortecho.” He grinned.

“You’re a dick.”  Max complained.  “Did you specifically ask your new girlfriend to make this trap of a cake?”

“My friend might have been taking a few pointers.”  Michael grinned.

Liz looked like she was about to tear into him, when her attention was diverted, thankfully, by a new customer.  “Alex hey!”

Oh, crap.

Liz got up, going to hug Alex. “Is it 3 already?” She asked, glancing at her watch. “Let me go see if your order’s ready.”

“Sure.”  Alex was standing next to Michael, suddenly, looking down at them.  “Another cake, Guerin?” he asked, with a raised eyebrow.

Michael just shrugged.  

“Apparently the mystery girlfriend shares Michael’s shitty sense of humor.”  Max said, picking around the mint parts. Michael was going to kill Max for mentioning the girlfriend again.  “Want some?  There’s no way I’m going to be able to finish it. It’s mint chocolate.”

“I thought mint was your favorite?”  Alex asked, picking up a fork so he could try it. Michael tried to perfect the art of staring at him intently but also looking extremely nonchalant. But of course Alex’s face didn’t give much away. He looked like he didn’t hate it, but it wasn’t any sort of pure pleasure, mind blown sort of look.

Liz laughed as she came back with a bag of food.  “Max is apparently a romantic idiot who drank shakes he hated for over a decade just so I wouldn’t be embarrassed.”  She said, leaning down for a kiss.  “Minty.  Stop eating it if you hate it.” “I don’t want it to go to waste.”  Max complained.  “It isn’t that bad.”  The dark chocolate was still very good, Michael knew. Rich and a little cream.

“Don’t take this the wrong way.”  Liz said, running her hands over Max’s hair… and leaning down to punctuate her words with kisses.  “But you… are a weirdo.”  

Alex laughed at them, setting his fork down.  “I’ve gotta go.”

“Lemme ring you up.”  Liz said lightly, pulling away from Max.

Alex nodded.  “Tell your girlfriend thanks,” he said, with a glint to his eye that either meant that the jig was really close to being up or Alex was jealous.

He wasn’t so optimistic as to assume the latter.

But when Liz came back he did ask her, in the most roundabout way possible, what Alex had bought. He still ended up getting an ‘oh Mikey’ look for his troubles. When he finally made her a cake, he was gonna fill it with tartar sauce.

*** Since Alex remained a frustrating enigma, Michael needed to collect more data.  And there was only so much in-person stalking Michael could do, both from a practical have-no-money standpoint and a definitely-gonna-get-caught standpoint. It was time, he realized, to start thinking outside the box, which is why he rolled by Prasong’s restaurant before they opened, during prep time.

“Prasong, my man.”  He grinned at the owner of the Thai restaurant.  

“Guerin.”  Prasong looked wary.  “I don’t owe you any freebies.”  

Michael put on his very best smile.  “I’m not looking for food.  Just looking for information.”  

Prasong looked suspicious, folding his arms, clearly waiting for Michael to spit it out.  

“Rumor has it that Alex Manes comes here once in a while?” The suspicion didn’t fade… it just got thicker.  “I need to know what he orders.” “The hell are you into, Guerin?”  

“It’s just for a project Prasong.  I promise I’m not some crazy stalker.”  

Prasong snorted.  “This is crazy stalker shit though.”  He pointed out.  

Michael sighed.  “Look, I’ll take a look at that fryer of yours for free. I know it’s on the fritz.”  

“Fryer is fine.”  Prasong protested.  

“Your egg rolls last week say otherwise.”  Michael tried to keep the smirk off of his face.  “Kinda soggy, you know?”  

“My fryer is not responsible for you taking too long to eat.” He snapped, then reconsidered.  “But… fine.  You can take a look at it.” “You’ll tell me what Alex orders?”  

Prasong rolled his eyes.  “Fine.  Not my fault if he takes out a restraining order on your dumb ass.”

“Perfect.”  Michael said, turning to go.

“Hey!”  Prasong called out.  “Fryer isn’t going to fix itself.” Right.  “Just getting my tools, man.”  He called out over his shoulder.  It was gonna be a long day.  He hated working on fryers. ***

About a week later, Prasong was in the Pony.  Michael even bought him a beer before grilling him, because he was in a giving sort of mood.

“Bro he's got a boyfriend.” Prasong started, without preamble, when Michael set the beer down in front of him.

Michael rolled his eyes.  “I mean.  For now, yeah.”  

Prasong shook his head. “This is not a good road you're on bro.  I know this kind of longing, but you gotta let it go.  He don't want you, bro.”

”Well I hope you’re feeling better now that you’ve channeled Kyle Valenti during his frat boy days….”  Michael said, dryly, taking a drink of his beer.  

Prasong rolled his eyes a little.  “Oh, like Thai guys can’t be in a frat? Sigma Chi for life.”

“Gross.”  Michael laughed though.  “Fine, can you ditch the bros long enough to give me the information I need or do I need to break into your place later and re-break your fryer?”

Prasong groaned, and looked at him with something approaching pity.  “Look, drunken noodle on the house to ease the pain.”

“No takebacks Prasong.”  Michael pounced on that, because he never, ever said no to free food.  He also wasn’t about to be deterred.  “Now, spill.”  

Prasong sighed, deeply.  “Green curry, spicy, and a beer. They split Khao Tom Mad for dessert.”  

“Great.”  He… honestly wasn’t sure how that was helpful.  Maybe something coconut?  Banana?  No, that didn’t feel right.  He’d have to think about it.  Still, he got a free meal out of it, so he couldn’t complain too much.  “So I’ll pick up that drunken noodle tomorrow?”  Michael asked with a grin.  “My heart is very broken.”

Prasong looked frustrated.  “Anyone ever tell you you’re an asshole, Guerin?” “Every day of my life.”  And Michael didn’t even try to keep the smirk off his face as he clapped him on the shoulder lightly and headed over to the pool tables.

This baking habit was getting expensive, after all. ***

He knew he had to walk a real fine line with Isobel.  She had a great palate, but if he wasn't’ careful, she’d sniff him out like he was Tanqueray, and he was not ready to deal with her nosy sister bullshit.  

But if he didn’t bring her anything, that would be just as suspicious.  Especially after he brought Max something. Izzy’s page in his notebook was filled with things she liked. Sweet lattes, strawberries, everything citrus.  He just had to figure out the opposite of that.  Well, not the opposite in the sense that Max’s trap cake was, but something that wouldn’t ping her as being made for her.

He finally settled on cake pops. Well settled is the wrong word. Settled implied that Michael hadn’t chosen to make Izzy cake pops because he forgot to grease the pan for a lemon poppy cake he was making for Maria. Settled implied that Michael hadn’t been about to scrape the cake into the trash a moment before remembering that Isobel sometimes enjoyed buying cake pops at Starbucks with her overly sweet lattes.

And there was no way Isobel would know that he knew how to make cake pops. Well, he didn’t know. But how hard could it be? He understood the basics. Take a cake, smash it and blend it with frosting. He made a nice tart lemon frosting and spent what felt like eons blending until smoothed. While scrolling pinterest (another secret that couldn’t even be tortured out of him), he was inspired by lemon shaped pops. Izzy, like Maria, was all about aesthetics. The two of them were actually more similar than Michael cared to consider honestly. Trying to roll the dough into lemons was hard though and at first Michael thought he was just bad at it. But then he decided to try sticking the room temperature dough into the fridge for a couple hours. He was very proud of himself when his idea worked. The dough was much easier to manipulate once it was a little chilled.

Michael had no intention of buying fancy straws. He had a ton of paper straws in one of his junk drawers from the Thai place. Prasong was all about the environment. So while the dough was chilling in the fridge, he took some straws and cut them in half. He briefly considered trying to paint them but decided that was unnecessary and he was too lazy for it anyway. Instead he worked on some calculations for his console -- or at least tried too. He found he wasn’t quite in the mood to work on an escape plan. Instead he started watching another cooking show.

Never able to sit still for very long, Michael ended up making yellow sugar crystals with regular sugar and food coloring while watching the cooking show. It definitely made the cake pops look prettier when he rolled them gently in the sugar crystals. And finally with his make-shift ziplock piping bag, he was able to make a couple lemon leaves on each pop. Which -- if he were sharing this with anyone -- he could wax poetic about how much of a pain in the ass that was. At least 4 pops were destroyed in the attempt. But they were a delicious sacrifice. 

*** Michael stopped by Izzy’s new townhouse the next day. It was in town and smaller than she was used to, but Izzy was already well under way into making it her home. This was his second time here and the interior design had already been updated -- new paint on the walls, a couple pieces of new furniture.  The place was already a lot more authentically Isobel than the place she’d shared with Noah, brighter colors, funkier design.  It was good to see.  He’d never really liked that Stepford Wife place she had with Noah.  Though he did notice the snake plant he got her for a housewarming present was, somehow, dying.

Before he could say anything about the plant, Izzy gasped, “I’m finally getting a “not” girlfriend cake!” Michael rolled his eyes, but he didn’t argue. With his annoyingly perceptive sister, maybe it was better for his secret if she thought there was another woman. He put the box on the kitchen counter. Instead of spending too much time eyeing Isobel’s large, comfy kitchen, he went to rescue the plant from certain death. Izzy realized what he was doing almost immediately, laughing.  “Sorry Michael.” “You know I got this for you because you were saying you were interested in gardening.” He said, checking the soil.  Bone dry. “I mean I am but I’ve just been busy with Blaire--” “Ok. No more details.  And honestly, it doesn’t matter how busy you are, all you have to do is like water this once a month!  Also this is a terrible corner for it.  I mean, low light doesn’t mean no light.”  Chiding her, good-natured.  

“I meant to Google….” But she did stand next to him and dutifully listened to his lecture.  

“Just try to be a bit kinder to it.”  He said, shaking his head, eventually.  

“Kinder?” Izzy laughed. “You’re such a dweeb.” “Oh, shut up and open the box,” Michael said and placed the plant in a better spot with bright light.

He turned back to her just in time to see her face grow into a wide smile. “These are adorable!” Her cellphone materialized in her hand and she took a bunch of pictures from all kinds of angles.

Michael tried not to grin too big.  He was really proud of them, honestly.  “She brought them over today, and I know you like lemon, so…” “Mmhm.”  Izzy was taking a selfie of one of them up to her mouth, grinning… and then popping it into her mouth.  “So good.”

“Yeah?”  He stole another one of them, trying to feign surprise over how good they were.  “Oh hell yes.”  

Izzy laughed… and she was tapping on her phone, as she grabbed another one.  “You should make us some lemondrops.  Just complete the theme, hm?”

Michael laughed.  “A little complicated.  Maybe just a couple mimosas?” “God, Michael, you’re so boring.  You dated a bartender for like a year, did you learn nothing?”

“Why don’t you put your phone down and help then?”  He says, with a laugh.  

“Hmmm.  I guess.  Think this is good enough to post?  She turned her phone to show him the instagram post she was about to publish, that selfie with the pop, plus a bunch of others of the pops themselves. But what caught his eye was the caption.

Adorable cake pops made by my equally adorable brother.  

Oh god damnit.  Michael groaned.  “Isobel, I’ve told you..”

“Please, Michael.”  She cut him off, smirking.  “How long have I fucking known you?  You’re not a master secret-keeper.  You’re actually terrible at secrets. Are you gonna fess up?  I don’t jump into people’s heads anymore, but I have ways of making you talk.”  

“What the hell, Iz, I’m awesome at secrets.”  

To Isobel’s credit, she didn’t laugh.  Much.  “I won’t post it.  But you could stop lying to me, you idiot.”  She said, reaching for his cheeks.  “I’m potentially the future mother of your children, you know.”

He grumbled.  “Do not make fun of me for this.”  

“Oh Michael,”  she said, shaking her head a bit.  “I’m your sister.  Making fun of you is my universe-given right.”  

“I hate you,” he said, batting her hands away from his face.  “Also that’s a really weird thing to say right after saying you’re gonna mother my children.”  

“Poor baby,” she says, laughing.  “Booze will help.”  

“Nothing hard,”  he started.  Isobel raised her eyebrow. “Trying this new thing where I don’t get wasted midday.” “Baking, gardening and temperance. You really are becoming domestic.” She smirked in response to the murderous look on his face.

“Champagne it is,” she said, lightly, whipping up a pair of French 75s, with a bit of a lemon nailpolish remover twist.

“You’re so pretentious.”  He took the flute from her.

Isobel laughed, raising her glass to him.  “There’s no shame in being a fancy bitch.”  She took a sip, leveling a serious look at him.  “Look.  You can use my kitchen.  I’ve got plenty of counterspace and a kitchenaid that my creepy alien sociopath of a husband bought me because he apparently didn’t know me at all.”

“Why didn’t you get rid of that, by the way?”  He asked, looking over at it, all shiny and imposing on the kitchen counter.”  

She shrugged.  “I don’t know.  I mean, kitchenaids are expensive, and it looks cool…?  Look, you can inexpertly psychoanalyze my trauma recovery, or you can just shut up and stop looking a gift horse in the mouth.”

“I…”  Michael started.  Frowning.  It was one thing to admit he was baking.  It was another to accept help from Isobel, but… he did want to get his hands on that kitchenaid. And her fancy oven that actually had accurate temperature control.  And her stove which would be way easier to temper chocolate on than his stove.

He groaned.  Her look was more excited than smug, which is the only reason he caved.  “Okay fine.”  At least now he could stop using his powers to blend shit.

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