#after getting past the initial delight of seeing him smile for the first time some kind of dots got connected looking at his art

[thunder-point]

Long ramble ahead

I've talked a bit about some things I liked, and mostly qotey, but I mentioned already that I adore phumpeem also, and this episode just spurred my love for their dynamic even more BECAUSE

THIS REACTION???????

THIS ONE AS WELL???

HOLD UP SOMEONE HOLD ME SOMEONE HOLD PHUM'S UNSTABLE ASS

For the love of everything on this planet I LOVED LIVED BREATHED FOR IT.

Not only because I adored how positive it was on both ends, but because of the differences and the genuine quality it gave me. The kiss was absolutely delightful, once again pondphuwin just delivered on that aspect, as they did throughout the entirely of Never Let Me Go.

BUT LISTEN Y'ALL

I just????? Fucking love???? HOW DIFFERENT PHUM AND PEEM EXPRESS THEIR LIKE TOWARDS EAC H OTHER

First of all I don't know how others feel about phum's character. Personally, I enjoy it very much. He has very visible flaws, emotional constipation in some aspects, but those in some way give way for other moments that just express how free he is with his feelings.

Because he likes Peem, and this episode he expressed it so openly that it gave me LIFE.

We don't know much about Phum yet, but he seems to have a complicated relationship with his parents. It gives the feelings that he lacked the affection he needed in the past. That, of course, leads to the attitude of seeking it so selfishly like he does with Peem.

And it's enjoyable to watch. He's a needy asshole, he's arrogant and he's attractive and he's attracted to Peem and he doesn't let ANY chance slip to get that attention that he wants. And even if it started in a rough way in the beginning, I genuinely think it's mostly because, for the most part, some people who never really had the attention they needed resort to getting it in very obnoxious manners later on. Phum is doing exactly that.

There are many things to talk about when it comes to Phum, and I hope that as the series goes on we get more from him, and good things while we are at it, but I just love how his crush developed. I loved that as soon as he realized he truly fucked up, he apologized THREE times, I love how remorseful he's looking in episode 6 when Peem's ruined painting is mentioned.

And I absolutely love how blunt he is with his feelings for Peem. He doesn't waste any time in episode 6. Not even caring if his friends catch on, if Peem's friends catch on. My man Phum is on a mission and he is RELENTLESS.

I think it gives me so much joy because they could have totally made a character like Phum, who is prideful and stubborn, hide his feelings behind teasing and this 'you are my slave' act that he puts forward. But instead, we got the softest smiles from him after the kiss. We got him coming into the art gallery TO TAKE PICTURES, TO START A CONVERSATION ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED.

We got him calling Peem adorable and pleading Peem to draw on a cup with him. He just wants LOVE. He wants it and as soon as he saw Peem reciprocated in some way it's like it exploded from him. And there's so much to say about it. God.

But Peem? Listen, I love it even more on Peem's side.

Not only did this man INITIATE THE FIRST KISS, the way he's processing these emotions are so funny AND SO REAL.

I loved it from the very beginning that we see that Peem is attracted by Phum as much as he's incensed with him. He admitted it - Phum is handsome, but he's an asshole. And that's real. As someone who fell for a person who I bickered with a lot at first, I had such joy watching Peem's way through his bond with Phum and how it developed.

Because Phum has his bad sides, and he seems to bring them up around Peem for that attentions and reactions it gets him, but when Phum goes soft? That's when his attractiveness and his personality clash in a way that seems to make Peem WEAK.

"You're so demanding, Peem," said softly had Peem BY THE THROAT. And I felt that.

Phum apologizing so softly, Phum eating Peem's atrocious cooking. Peem? Absolutely GONE for it. And that's certainly such a rushing feeling to have. Peem is clearly not experienced with relationships, and that just makes the fact that he initiated the kiss SO MUCH BETTER.

Because we know that he's not scared of showing his emotions. Even if he's a people pleaser, he's not a pushover. He kicked Phum's balls back into his goddamn body as soon as he had the chance. HE THREW A CHANCLA AT HIM.

Him going for the kiss when he felt the need to MAKES SENSE. it's wonderful.

And don't get me started on how often my man seemed to fantasize back to those soft moments with Phum. Don't get me started ON HIS CONVERSATION WITH Q this episode about affection and relationships and FUCK. Don't get me started on his gay panicked ass.

that's a ramble for another post. I feel like this is already too long and too incoherent. I jumped from so many topics but I have so many feelings for these two. As many as I have for Qtoey.

#phumpeem #we are the series #pondphuwin #we are #bl thai drama #thai bl

[came0dust]

it's some day of the week, probably

#my art #hades game #thanatos hades #i like this one enough to also tag the character heart emoji #medibang paint #after getting past the initial delight of seeing him smile for the first time some kind of dots got connected looking at his art #this is what came of it

[xxsabitoxx]

As a late birthday gift for @renhoeku - here are some Sugar Daddy Satoru thoughts... cause why tf not

First of all, Satoru wouldn't be in it to gain anything, truly. He can't even begin to describe what it is about you that is just so... intoxicating to him. He wants you, sure he does, but what he wants to do more is spoil the fuck out of you. Something about you drives him absolutely wild. Maybe it's the way you smile at him, or maybe it's the way you get so excited when talking about the things you love, he can't quite place his finger on it but it makes his heart do backflips.

Satoru isn't subtle with his offer to you, stating very bluntly that he wants you to be his sugar baby - nothing in return, no catches, nothing you need to repay - he just wants to spoil you the way you deserve to be spoiled. The first time he takes you out shopping, he finds it utterly adorable that you are so hesitant to pick things out. So, he observes you closely, following you around each store you enter and noting the items you admire before inevitably telling him there is nothing there you want. Lies, of course, but you aren't used to someone being so willing to drop tens of thousands of dollars on you in one day.

Satoru drags you back to every store you "didn't want anything" in and calls over an employee. You're stunned to silence when Satoru requests to buy every single item you had been wistfully observing. When I tell you he has no limits either? Doesn't matter if it was a $2 hand sanitizer or a $15k purse, he's buying it with no hesitation. He doesn't care what he buys, so long as you are happy. A new wardrobe, perfumes, accessories, makeup, hair products, shoes, books, art supplies, collectibles, food, whatever the hell your heart desires - Satoru is buying it with a smile on his face.

He's addicted to how your eyes light up, every single time, without fail. He can't get enough of your sweet "thank you!" and the little kisses you give him after. He can't help but laugh when you jokingly ask him if there is anything he wants in return. He's honest with his answers when he boldly claims that you and your smile are all he desires. The way your eyes widen, the small gasp that leaves you, it makes his heart flutter with need.

18+ content below the cut~

Satoru refuses to initiate anything romantic with you. Not because he doesn't want to - because fuck does he want to - but because he doesn't want you thinking he's only doing this to earn your love.

Lucky for him, it's impossible for you to not catch feelings. You can tell he's genuine, even though you had your doubts at first. You were delighted to know that Satoru really was doing this because he wanted to, not because he had something to gain.

So, one night, after months of this "sugar daddy" relationship, you finally decided to return the favor to him. Even though you knew he would get mad at you for it, you bought yourself the prettiest lingerie you could afford with your own money. You got it in his favorite color and put it on under a little dress that hugged your body perfectly. Your plan was to seduce him, and reward him for treating you like a goddess these past few months. When he got home from work that night, he was surprised to see you sitting on his couch dressed in the most jaw dropping attire he had ever seen

"What's this?" Satoru murmured softly, cheeks flushing pink as you got up and sauntered over to him. His blew eyes were locked on the dangerous sway of your hips. "It's my treat to you, Toru~. You've been treating me so well, I want to return the favor." "You know you don't have to... I made it clear I was doing this because I wanted to..." He didn't want you to feel obligated to return the favor in any capacity. But, you shushed him, placing a delicate hand on his bicep. "I told you, Toru, I want to do this... I've been wanting to for a while now... you deserve it."

He was sold, the little self-restraint he had went flying out the window after you uttered those pretty words. Satoru ended up taking you then and there on his way too-expensive white couch. He had teased you the whole time, telling you it would be a shame if you were to ruin his furniture with your arousal. All the while he was praising you for knowing him so well, actually taking the time to admire your body in the lingerie before tearing it off of you. You had told him you bought it yourself, laughing as he scolded you - marking your neck with his teeth before whispering about how he'd repay you for it.

#jujutus kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #satoru gojo #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen imagine #satoru gojo imagine #gojo imagine #gojo x reader #gojo smut #sugar daddy gojo #satoru smut #satoru imagines #satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #jjk satoru #jujutsu kaisen satoru #jujutsu satoru #gojo #gojo jjk

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

You write for Kaz brekker too ? I didn't know that

How are you love ? Hope you're taking care of yourself , staying hydrated and getting enough sleep 🫶 .

Here's my request ( no Pressure pls ) : I was wondering what if y/n is a dreg , but she and kaz haven't worked together yet , but they go on a job or something and kaz finds out that she's even more unhinged and psychotic than him and he instantly falls for her , a few years later when y/n asks him how he knew she was the one for him , he tells her and y/n is taken aback but also happy that he fell in love with her because of her darkness , and didn't shy away from it .

I'm sorry if this was not coherent , I'm tired rn and I was too excited 😅 anyways tc 💜

warning: blood, mental of past trauma, touch aversion, murder, loss of family members.

Bloody hands

It's an early winter morning. A different one than a handful of years back. No freezing toes or fingers. No blue lips. Clattering teeth. A growling belly. A fireplace is roaring happily and the room is nice and toasty. A warm blanket is draped over your frame but the main source of heat is the body that you’re lazily snuggled against.

It takes you another handful of breaths to take in your surroundings. Ones that even after a couple of years still felt like a joke of imagination. Surreal. Like a dream. One before you die maybe… “Good morning, my darling”, a husky voice pierced through your mind. Making you turn slightly. And here he was. A soft smile broke on your face because there wasn’t a moment now that you weren’t grinning from ear to ear when you looked at Kaz. “Morning”, you muttered softly, turning to snuggle back against his chest. Kaz didn’t flinch. Haven’t been flinching for some time now. At least not when you touched him. Others still ticked him off at times and he was still firmly against any touching with his team and friends. But your touch had always been different to him. “It has healing powers”, Kaz had muttered on one of the first nights when you two had started working on his touch aversion. It had been a long process. One that required a lot of patience. But the result had been worth all the sweat and tears.

“How did you sleep?”, Kaz slowly moved his fingers through your hair, reaching to wrap his arm around you, pulling you even more tightly against his chest. “I always sleep well with you in my bed”, you muttered, palm resting over his heart and the neatly tattooed initials of your name there. “Touché. And to think that you go claiming that you’re an independent woman…”, you didn’t have to see Kaz’s face to know that he was smirking. “You, sir, think too highly of the company you provide”, you jabbed a finger against his ribs playfully making Kaz let out a barely audible chuckle. “You flatter me one moment and stab me the other”, the fake wounded tone that he carries made you let out a breath laugh yourself, as you scooted up on his chest, bracing your hands on either side of him before narrowing your eyes at the now man laying beneath you. Kaz stilled for a moment his hand coming up to cup your cheek before he used your delightful hum as a distraction to flip you both over. Both panting with breathy chuckles.

“Dreamt of you today”, he murmured, making you still. “What do you mean?”, you frowned slightly. Kaz had never been a dreamer. Through the years of you two being together, he only had nightmares or dreamless sleep. “Do you remember the first job we did together, miss black leather boots?”, Kaz teased, brushing his nose against your cheek before leaving a couple of kisses along your shoulder. “You never called me miss back then if I remember correctly you called me a bitch the first time we met”, you shrugged, “And you loved the boots so don’t give me shit for it mr. Black gloves”, you bopped his nose, making Kaz roll his eyes.

“You blew up my warehouse with your makeshift bombs, sorry my words of endearment were harsh”, he hummed right as your hands reached to comb through his way longer black hair. “See, the way I remember it. That building was in my way so the only logical solution was to move it”, you pointed out innocently. “I always liked this unbothered wild side of you”, Kaz admitted after a moment of silence, “No fucks to give, no fear for tomorrow”.

Even if by now you two knew more than well that there had been nothing but fear. Yes, you had made a name for yourself and yes your and Kaz’s paths crossed by accident but it felt as if your two were meant to find one another. Both were utterly beaten by the world but so in need of a company that understood without words what the other felt.

“And here I was thinking that you loved watching me pulling knuckles out of the two bastards the most”, there was humor there but by now Kaz knew that it was simply your cover-up for pain. “I didn’t love it but I was glad to give you closure”, he admitted leaning in to kiss your temple. The way you had helped Kaz to pay an overdue visit to Pekka. Kaz had found the man responsible for your family's murder. Turning a blind eye to the ways you dealt with them.

“Why do you even love me?”, your quiet words jab at Kaz like the sharpest of knives. “How can you even ask that, darling?”, he shakes his head in disbelief. He hadn’t believed in love before he met you. “You know I hate sappy but I read poetry to you, you wear my clothes and get to kiss me whenever you want”, you rolled your eyes at his statements, “Not to mention that I would slaughter a whole town without a second thought if that would lead me back to you”. You crooked your head to the side, watching him, “I like you with your hands bloody, Kaz Brekker”, you smiled up at him. “I’d gladly get them bloody for you Y/N Brekker”, reaching up Kaz carefully took a hold of your hand kissing the sparkling stone on your ring finger.

#kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker imagine #kaz the six of crows #kaz brekker x oc #the six of crows x reader #the six of crows imagine #the six of crows x you

[aureatchi]

⋆·˚ ༘* A NIGHT @ A JAZZ BAR! ft. dazai, chuuya, & ranpo!

a/n. i've never been to a jazz clb myself (hopefully in the future <('o'<3) !) but i keep seeing videos of them on my tiktok fyp ‘n i could vividly visualize the snug, intimate atmosphere...i was immediately reminded of these bsd men,, imo the vibe fits them v well !!

info. fem!reader. fluff as chambré as the ambiance. mentions of lots of drinking ‘n reader gets tipsy. to have the full experience i recc. listenening to jazz music while reading! \(^_<)\ wc. 6k (total)

DAZAI :

You needed a break. You had been working yourself morning to evening this past week for extra money—you wanted to make sure you still had a decent amount of savings in your bank account after all the shopping you had done with your friends the previous weekend. Thankfully, your final shift had ended earlier today, so you went home, indulged a nice, hot shower, and decided you should treat yourself for getting through the long week.

You had never been to a jazz bar before, but you thought it would be a fun twist in comparison to a regular bar—which is what you needed anyway. You wanted something to wind yourself down, and some drinks along with incredible music would certainly satisfy the interest.

So here you were, sitting on one of the tall, cushioned barstools as a bartender prepared your first drink. The atmosphere in the bar was cushy and cozy, already relaxing your mind.

“I’ll take what the miss ordered over here,” you heard from the handsome man who sat on the stool next to you, brunette hair covering his eyes.

He noticed your gaze and then turned towards you. “I haven’t seen you before; this your first time?” he asked, a friendly smile on his face.

“Yeah,” you replied, a shy smile in return. “My first time at a jazz club in general.”

“Ooh, how exciting!” he responded in delight. “I hope you’ll like it here.”

The bartender handed your identical drinks.

“What’s your name?” the dark-haired asked. You responded with yours, asking for his in return.

“Osamu Dazai,” Dazai replied with a wink. “Nice to meet you, bella.”

You were initially confused because you had just told him your name, and it wasn’t Bella (unless it was, ignore this!)—maybe he misheard? But he gave you no time to correct him when he raised his glass towards you.

“What brings you here?” he asked. “To try this out for the first time?”

“To celebrate still being alive after working my ass off this entire week,” you replied with a half-hearted laugh.

Dazai chuckled with you. “I could say the same for myself,” he replied, a hint of thoughtfulness in his voice. “Well then! Let’s toast…to being alive!” He raised his glass higher, and you did as well, meeting his in the middle.

Clank!

“And to a new friendship! Or possibly even more…” his grin turned smug as your expression contorted in confusion, and you felt your cheeks warm up.

“…Hey Osamu, we just met,” you responded with your own smirk, playing it off after your initial reaction.

“Just a possibility,” he giggled. “Because your response helped me figure out you were single, anyway! If you weren’t, you would’ve been like, ‘Oh Osamu~ I regret to inform you that I have a boyfriend…'”

“How sly.” You shook your head in amusement.

He simply laughed as you both took a drink of your cocktails.

...

You were on your fourth drink now. You and Dazai had conversed a lot throughout the evening—you had learned his occupation was a detective agent of sorts, and on that topic, he babbled on about how one of his coworkers would always complain about him being lazy and obnoxious.

“Kunikida’s always pissed at me,” Dazai giggled. “But he plays right into my entertainment—I get on his nerves on purpose! Actually, I was supposed to be investigating something this evening…wait ‘till he finds out I was at a bar all night gossiping about him with a fanciable lady!”

You laughed in response, cheeks tinted, while your eyes admired how the ambiance of the balmy-toned light in the room complimented his features. His gaze was soft and his eyes rosed in honey. Meanwhile, brown bangs rested gracefully on his face, while a strand of hair was tucked behind his ear. To further add to the dreamy atmosphere that surrounded you two, the smoothness of the melody in the background—especially with the use of piano, could be compared to a romantic candlelit dinner in itself.

“You’ll be fine slacking off, though, right?” you asked. “Your job seems important, so I wouldn’t want you skipping someth-”

“Don’t worry, bella, I’m more capable than you think,” he replied. “Or at least, you can have my word that I won’t get fired.” He gave you a playful smile.

“You’re so cute, though! Caring for my well-being. Awh, and now you’re smiling. Wait—don’t turn away; you don’t need to be shy!”

You also observed this man was a huge tease, quite literally pointing out your reactions to his flatter out loud the entire night. It was all Dazai’s doing though—how could you not fluster whenever he called you adorable? Especially when he looked as pretty as he was—there was no doubt your new friend was very attractive.

Your face was still turned away from him when you noticed other people in the room start to get up from their seats and move towards an area not crowded with tables and chairs, in front of the band playing the music live.

A new song had begun, and people started to dance with each other.

You turned back to Dazai and were greeted with an outstretched hand toward you as he stood up.

“Mind if I do?” he asked. “You need to experience the dancing too.”

You took his hand with a smile, and then he led you across the floor. “I’ll need help, though, Osamu. I'm not familiar with dancing here.”

“Don’t worry bella! I got you.” He dragged you into the center of the crowd and started guiding your movements—the dance was a fashion of stepping back and forth to the rhythm. His hands clasped around both of yours.

“The most important part is footwork,” Dazai whispered. You turned your head to see other couples and their movements, and you did your best to replicate them. You then focused your gaze to admire the band—seeing instruments such as the saxophone, piano, drums, and clarinet being played. You looked back at Dazai, both of you happy you had gotten the hang of the swing.

He suddenly stepped back at the same time you did, stretching both pairs of arms. He pulled you back in, and with it he let go of one hand and spun you around.

“Here’s one move,” he chuckled as he spun you once more, in the opposite direction. "Let's see how long it takes for you to get dizzy!"

...

The rest of the night was lovely. You danced with Dazai until the songs ended, and then you two had a few more drinks until he realized you had drunk too much.

“Are you fine?” Dazai asked, noticing your flushed cheeks and unfocused gaze.

“Hm? Yes,” you replied, though it was evident you were very tipsy.

“I think that’s enough drinks, hm?”

“Aw,” you replied, swishing around an ice sphere in your glass. In this state of intoxication, you had taken to stop looking at Dazai while he looked at you, because whenever you made eye contact with him now, you couldn’t control hiding being smitten by his charm anymore.

You stole a glance at him this time though, seeing through your peripheral that he wasn’t looking.

“Oh!”

Dazai had noticed your little solitaire’s rules and decided to join in your game too. He immediately caught your look and stared back.

Unconsciously, your chairs had gotten closer throughout the night, and at this point they were touching. Your personal bubbles had eloped, and Dazai was now very close to your face.

Your lips slightly parted, your heart racing in anticipation of what would happen next, a stark contrast to the flow of the slow music. Dazai’s breath on your neck, his eyes on yours, and his attention completely focused on you. The tension was unmistakable, especially when his pupils darted to your mouth—it truly seemed like he was going to kiss you right then.

But then, he pulled back, calling the server, leaving you stupefied.

“I’m paying for Miss too,” Dazai said to the bartender, handing him his card before looking back at you. “You should go home before midnight at least,” he looked at his watch. He then noticed your dismayed expression, and simply laughed.

“I want to get to know you to where I’ll know for certain I can do something like that while you’re in this state first. And you’ll be fine with it when you’re sober again—you’ll even let me do it when you’re sober,” he joked whilst giving you a reassuring smile.

He was so considerate. You were glad and thankful that he was a polite man—you would’ve definitely freaked out once you were sober if you let someone you just met at a bar kiss you.

Because you would’ve definitely let him.

“Okay, Mr. Gentleman,” you replied lightheartedly, but you too smiled to show you were seriously grateful for his self-control when he had an advantage.

After paying, he stood you up and put his beige coat that he hadn’t been using around you. You both walked—or you rather stumbled out into the cool evening air, and you immediately sobered up at the breeze.

“Thank you for keeping me company. My first experience was amazing thanks to you,” you said, merry.

“I thank you as well,” Dazai smiled too. “It was a pleasant night.

“Keep the coat for now. It’s an excuse for us to meet again.” He winked, and you chuckled, nodding your head in agreement.

Dazai then signaled for a taxi to come over to take you home.

He outstretched his arms a bit, an invitation to hug.

“May I?”

Your lips curled upwards, and you wrapped your arms around him too as he embraced you warmly. He gently kissed your forehead.

“Have a lovely night, belladona,” Dazai said as you both pulled back, the taxi vehicle stopping close by you. You realized then that he wasn’t calling you by the name, Bella—just the abbreviation for the romantic endearment he had called you by the entire time.

“You too, goodnight Osamu!” you responded.

…

At home, you went through the pockets of Dazai’s coat to see if he had left anything by accident. You found a small piece of folded paper, and opening it, he had left his phone number for you.

“Give me a call, bella!~”

CHUUYA :

“Almost done, doll?” Chuuya asked as you looked at yourself in the full-body mirror, seeing what your outfit looked like from all angles. You were dressed up—classy black corset top with a frilly skirt, under a matching blazer that belonged to your lover. 

“Yeah,” you replied, smiling when you saw the ginger appear behind you through the reflection, who gently lifted your hair and clasped a ruby-jeweled necklace around you. 

“We look s’good,” he said, looking into the mirror as well after putting on your necklace, both of you posing in your attire. You couldn’t have agreed any more. Chuuya was equally dressed as flamboyantly as you—designer branded black suit and tie with a matching fedora to tie it all together. 

“We’re like fashion icons,” you added, earning a smirk from him. It was always like this whenever you two went out—you and Chuuya would always subliminally earn the title of best dressed in the room, no matter the occasion, no matter how casual or formal the event was. 

“You’re right,” he agreed, planting a kiss on your cheek.

“Well, shall w’go now, mon amour?” Chuuya stepped back, holding out his palm for yours to take. 

You giggled at the extra-ness of the ginger-haired. 

“Lead the way, Chuu. Or what was it…oh! Monsieur Chuuya.” You took his hand as he led you out of your elegant hotel suite. 

Chuuya Nakahara had brought you all the way to Paris. He had gotten a week off from his work—this was seldom; he barely got any breaks from the Port Mafia, so he knew he had to do something special with you while he had more time on his hands. And what better to do than take you to the City of Love? 

Tonight’s evening plans included dinner at an elaborate restaurant—very lavish (usually, a table would have to be reserved about a month in advance, but Chuuya used his PM connections and money to buy you two a spot—you didn’t know this of course). 

Your dinner was delectable. You knew you would be dreaming of the delicious flavors of all seven French courses for days after finishing eating. 

Though, you and Chuuya weren’t tired yet, and it was still pretty early in the night, so you two decided to go to one of the underground jazz bars in the city. The warm, sultry air immediately filled your senses as you ran your fingertips through the texture of the auburn brick walls; the atmosphere of the place complimenting you and Chuuya’s aura perfectly. 

Some people even turned to you both as you made your way across the room, admiring how attractive you two looked together—the way your outfits highlighted your best features and coupled each other’s from the head accessories to the shoes you wore. Chuuya guided you from behind with one of his hands on your waist and wore a smug smile on his face as he noticed the glances. 

“Baby, they’re looking at us,” Chuuya whispered close to your ear, chuckling. “I know they all think we’re hot.” 

“Shh, Chuuya!” you responded in embarrassment, playfully swatting him away, but you too observed the other people in the bar gazing at you. 

You two sat at down at a booth, crimson red velvet cushions decorating the wooden sofa. 

“I’ma get drinks, alright?” he asked and you nodded before Chuuya made his way towards the bar. Meanwhile, you sat and watched the band on stage play. 

You and Chuuya were no strangers to jazz bars. It was an activity that became a statement in your relationship—back in Yokohama, whenever any of you needed destressing or just wanted to go out an evening without any plan, he would take you to one. So it was nice you could finally visit one in Paris, too. This one in particular was less known than others—usually, only a local would be able to find this jewel of a place. All knowledge credited to the expert Chuuya!

You also thought he enamored the vibe so perfectly. The setting of the place radiated of the top mafia executive so well—alluring nature; soulful, captivating music; the sophisticated selection of home-specialty cocktails on the menu—or even better, just the wine. 

Which is of course what Chuuya came back with, in red.

“Now what is this?” you asked, amused. You knew the ginger’s upscale taste in wine—after all, you’ve walked through his entire cellar worth multiple banks at home. You were awestruck, to say the least. 

Chuuya set the bottle down on the table. 

“This is a Pinot Noir. Domaine Georges and Christophe Roumier Musigny Grand Cru 1990,” he pronounced while you stared at what you bet on the Eiffel Tower cost thousands in front of you. “I love this place. Didn’t think they’d have such a good bouquet here.”

“Chuuya! That’s such a long name?!” you responded, jaw-dropped. “Why the hell are these titles so long?”

He simply smirked. “Well, I think this is perfect for the occasion, doll. Do ya know why?”

“Hm…because we’re in France?” you guessed, knowing how most of Chuuya’s favorite wines were imported from the country. Since coming here, he’s tried a lot. 

“Not wrong, but there’s something else,” he continued. 

“You remember Musigny, right?” You nodded, recalling the previous three times Chuuya mentioned a wine from the Le Musigny vineyards while educating you about what he was drinking. 

“The story b’hind this wine involves a Musigny girl who marries a lad in 1924. As a dowry, he receives parts of the Chambolle Musigny vineyards. Then, Domaine Georges and Christophe Roumier were born, and this wine was produced. Kinda romantic, huh?” 

“Awh! Yes, it is,” you replied, smiling. You found it adorable that Chuuya had chosen a wine with some sort of lovey story behind it for this event. 

He smiled back and then opened the bottle, pouring you about a third of the glass of burgundy liquid. 

“Here, nana.”

He sat down beside you after pouring his own glass. You took yours and clanked his glass, seeing a smug smile on his face. 

You sniffed the wine first, a sous-bois—earthy aroma filling your senses, redberries and spices akin. Then you tasted it, intense, grapey flavor on your tongue. 

“Miam!”

…

You and Chuuya had finished the bottle and moved on to other cocktails. And though Chuuya did like liquor on special occasions, he also could not hold it very well. Tipsy yourself, you didn’t realize he too was intoxicated until he randomly jerked you up from the seat. 

“Let’s dance pretty girl,” he said, dragging you across the floor. 

“Wait, hang on Chuu!” you stumbled, trying to find your balance. 

You made it to the middle of the floor where many other people were and joined in with the vitalizing, fast-paced song. You and Chuuya swung around, dancing to your heart’s content. Though your mind was hazy, you made an effort to step in the right places, so you wouldn’t topple Chuuya and both go down. 

Except, it seemed that he was too drunk to focus as well. He had accidentally lingered his foot on the floor too long, causing you to slip when you accidentally moved yours to the same spot. You gasped and fell backward.

An arm swiftly wrapped around your back, though, saving you from hitting the ground. 

“Sorry baby!” Chuuya had snapped out of his fuzziness the moment you tripped, acting fast to stop your fall. Your eyes widened as you looked into his concerned face above.

You realized a few moments later that everyone in the crowd had parted, leaving you and Chuuya in the middle, still in the same position. Unintentionally, he had disguised your slip-up as a dip in dance, and everyone there was impressed! They started clapping as you both remained there, confused looks on your faces. 

But then, Chuuya smiled and pulled you back up into a kiss. He started chuckling as his lips lingered on yours, finding the entire ordeal funny that it had worked out so pleasantly. You smiled too, wrapping your hands around his neck while you heard shouts of “Ouah!” and “Comme c’est romantique!” from spectators. 

Chuuya wasn’t done yet, though. Even the band had stopped playing music to acknowledge this interlude, so Chuuya jumped up on stage headlong without hesitation and took the microphone. 

“This princess right here deserves everything,” Chuuya spoke, eyeing you with a grin, causing you to heat up in embarrassment. “I brought her to Paris ‘cause why shouldn’t someone as lovely as her experience the city of romance? I say I’m one damn lucky man to have her.” 

There was another applaud while you melted in your lover’s broad proclamation of endearment towards you. You almost couldn’t believe it—surely you were just drunk and imagining things; there was no way Chuuya had gotten on stage with the band and started speaking. But the reality of it proved when he jumped back off, and embraced you again. 

“Love you,” he whispered in your ear. 

“Or, the French say ‘Je t’aime.’”

“I love you too,” you giggled back, enjoying the warmth of his hug. 

… 

You were both exhausted by the end of the night, yet Chuuya still carried you bridal-style back to the hotel room. You scrambled to get ready for bed, showering and changing into your pajamas, and in no time, you were both tucked in under the covers. 

“That was fun,” you sleepily said as you wrapped an arm across him. 

“I’m glad it was,” he replied. “You deserve to enjoy every day.”

“I do enjoy everyday because I’m with you, Chuuya. What you said earlier…

“I’m one lucky girl to have you.”

RANPO :

“Ranpo-ohh, c’mon!” you exclaimed as you practically dragged your lover out of the kitchen. 

“Why do we gotta go!?” he whined back, trying to grab another cookie out of the glass jar on the counter. 

“It’s—literally a mission from the President?” you used all your force and pulled Ranpo away before he could latch his hands on the sweets. 

“Why does he gotta send us?” he continued to complain, but fortunately, no longer trying to escape from you. “He always gives me such boring missions…I should be getting much more important cases as the world’s best detective!” 

He ended his exclamation with a hmph! and crossed his arms. You sighed as you looked at his stubborn state, but couldn’t help but smile when you realized he looked kind of…adorable like this.

“Ranpo, your missions are probably so trivial because you’re just that smart! You can figure out the answers and solutions to people’s questions and problems right away, so of course, everything that isn’t some huge, world-threatening issue would be mundane to you!” 

“Yeah, ‘cause humans are stupid,” he responded, but it was evident in his eyes he appreciated your words. You’ve grown to learn this over time—Ranpo absolutely loved praise, tripling in significance when it came from you, but he was too prideful to admit it. You’ve seldom seen him thank other people when they complimented him, but he always made sure you saw it, even if it was in an indirect way…She’s brilliant anyway. She’ll know I cherish it. 

“But! Seriously? A jazz concert? Why couldn’t the President send someone more suitable for that setting? I have no interest in somewhere like that!” 

“Why not?” you asked. “It seems fun! There will be music and dancing and stuff.” 

“I’d rather stay here! There won’t be snacks—probably just drinks! And I don’t like drinking; nothing is sweet enough for me!” He pouted once again.

“Well, the point of the mission won’t be to entertain ourselves anyway. We’re going to find a suspected murderer and possibly stop another murder caused by this one from happening. Therefore, drinking isn’t even important—it should be out of the question. For tonight, anyway.” 

“Fine. Let’s go!” 

“Wait—just a minute! We need to be dressed for the occasion! So we blend in?” 

You found it ironic that the world’s best detective could easily solve any case with a snap of a finger, yet he couldn’t even use the train. His ignorance of things was quite amusing; something such as an event’s dress code had slipped his mind.

“Why, what’s wrong with my outfit?” Ranpo asked. 

“Or do you just want a reason to dress me up?” You could see a slight smirk forming on his lips. 

“Well, I wasn’t lying with what I just said, but yes, picking out an outfit for you would be quite fun…” 

…

You and Ranpo were dressed and ready to go to the event. You had styled him in a cocoa-brown button-up paired with some slacks and yourself in your favorite little black dress. 

“Earth tones fit you the best,” you commented as you admired him in the outfit you put him in. “They compliment your eyes really well.” 

“Really?” he asked as he strode over to a mirror and shoved his face directly in front of it. He opened his viridian eyes, wide, and tried to examine why you thought that by holding up a piece of the fabric to his face.

You giggled as he felt you wrap your hands around his waist, hugging him from behind. 

…

“The murderer is going to be in this large crowd,” you repeated facts that the both of you already knew. “They’ll be unsuspecting—they’ll blend in with everyone else like us.”

You walked through a slim door but were greeted by a vast, lively room of vibes and music. The concert hadn’t started yet, but there was already a sea of people inside conversing with each other and ordering drinks. 

“The murderer may not have bought a ticket,” you said just loud enough for Ranpo to hear after you showed your entry tickets. You scanned the guest list and saw that everyone currently in the room did buy one, casting aside the staff, so you ruled out that everyone there right now could be a suspect. “So that their name wouldn’t be documented here. We should keep watch to see who tries to sneak in.” 

Ranpo nodded. “There are definitely other entrance doors in here, though. There’s probably an emergency exit in another corner of the room, and there is the backstage door.” 

“So they can sneak in through here, bribe the doorman, or sneak in through the other door,” you clarified. “And if not…they would hide among the band performers and enter with them.” 

“Or! They could be one of the band players.” 

“Hm, really?” you asked. “I looked into this band when we first got assigned the mission. It doesn’t seem like any of the members have any dirt or sketchy controversy surrounding them.” 

“Just a possibility! But yeah, any of those three ways would be how the murderer will get in.”  

You nodded in agreement. “I’ll go around to find the other entrance then. We’ll text each other if we see anything; otherwise, we’ll meet back when the concert starts. 

“Okie dokie!” 

… 

Thirty minutes had passed. You had found the back entrance and idled by it to see if anyone would enter, but noone came. You waited for a text from Ranpo, but it didn’t seem like anything suspicious happened on his end either. 

You heard a smooth voice through a microphone that sounded the entire room as the lights dimmed. 

“Welcome. The concert will begin on stage shortly.” 

Taking one last look at the door, you left and made your way to the stage where many other people started to gather. You sifted through the congregation, trying to find the pretty brunette among them. 

“Boo!” 

“Hu-uh?!” You slightly jolted, immediately turning around. You were undoubtedly greeted with a brunette. But instead of Ranpo, you were met with… 

“Dazai?!” 

“Hey-y!”

“What are you doing here? And why are you dressed as a bartender?” 

“Oh!” he replied, taking your hand. “Well, Ranpo was trying to find you, so come with me first.” He led you through the group until you were at the bar area. 

“There you are!” Ranpo shouted, seeing you appear with Dazai. 

Dazai brought you to Ranpo and then went behind the counter. 

“Well, to answer your question, long story short, I got punished. For ‘being lazy’. Kunikida caught me trying to catch a nap on the couch and went and complained to the President. He came in, saw me still there, and decided to punish me by leaving Kunikida to punish me.” You lifted an eyebrow in amusement. 

“So, Kunikida said I’d have to work here for the night. To prove I’m worthwhile doing a job.

“But anyways, drinks?” He glanced at you and Ranpo. 

“No thank you,” you replied. “We’re on a mission right now. There’s a murderer we have to catch tonight.” 

“Oh yes, Ranpo already told me,” he replied, looking at Ranpo. 

“Dazai helped us a little,” Ranpo said. 

He explained that when Ranpo discovered he was here too, he helped by counting everyone in the room after one of the band members announced the concert was about to start. Then, all left was to ask the doorman a question that would tell them how many tickets were sold. If more people were in the room than tickets sold, they would’ve already entered. 

“And since you and I didn’t see them trying to enter through the two doors, that must mean that the murderer came in the third way,” you contemplated. “They would sneak in with the band.” 

“Or again! Be part of the band!” Ranpo exclaimed. 

You sighed while Dazai chuckled in amusement. 

“You don’t believe so?” Dazai asked. 

“I just don’t see how. I mean, there’s no way all the members would have such clean slates if one of them turned out to be the killer.” 

“Or you’re just biased,” Ranpo sparred. “I know you’re really fond of jazz. That’s why you were so excited to go on this mission. You probably don’t want to think one of the jazz musicians could turn out to be a criminal.” 

You frowned. “Ranpo, that’s not the only reason-” 

“Whatever! We need to see how many people bought tickets for here.” He cut you off.

“Alright, I’ll go,” you replied and walked over to the security man at the door you came in from. 

“Hi, I run a blog and I was interested in making an article about my experience here, would you mind if you could answer a question about something?” 

“Of course, I don’t mind,” he replied. 

“I was wondering how many people are here tonight,” you said. “This place seems popular. I was curious to see if the atmosphere makes it seem like there are more people than there are, haha.” 

“If everyone shows up, then there should be one hundred and seven people here,” he replied. 

“Cool, thank you!” 

You walked back over to Ranpo. 

“He said one-hundred-seven,” you told him. 

He and Dazai looked at each other. 

“I counted one-hundred-eight people here,” Dazai said. “Ranpo double-checked, by the way.” 

“Oh,” you said. “So, they did show up with the band.” 

“Let’s go check backstage,” Ranpo said.

…

You two snuck behind the stage with ease, no one paying attention to your trespassing when the band was already playing the third song. Dazai stayed behind; he had been greeted by a pretty woman who wanted a drink and seemed eager to serve her. 

“I don’t see anything odd here,” you said, scanning the room. Luckily it was empty, so you didn’t have to knock out anyone there. 

“Here’s the entrance,” Ranpo pointed to the door. 

“Yeah, so can’t you use ultra-deduction to figure it out now?” you asked, out of leads. There was an extra person in the concert, and they entered through the backstage, but you didn’t know anything else.  

“I told you! They are part of the band! Look, there’s a fingerprint scanner for security,” Ranpo said, pointing to a screen. “If you open the door, the scanner is on the outside. That means only they can enter.” 

“We can’t assume!” you argued back, running to a computer. “I don’t believe it! There’s no way one of them could be the murderer…I—I’ve been a fan of this band for years…” You turned on the computer to see the live recording of the security cameras in the room, one of the screens peering at your back. 

“Are you saying you’re doubting my ability!?” Ranpo clamored childishly.

You ignored him, rewinding the footage to earlier that evening when the jazz members arrived. And to your disappointment, no one else entered throughout the whole timeline until you and Ranpo. 

Is the murderer…really among them? 

“The final song will now begin.” The instruments had lowered in volume, and the same voice spoke in the microphone again, announcing the concert was almost over. 

“Found any other suspect, sweetheart?” Ranpo mocked immaturely. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” 

“What are you going to do? Jump up on stage and tell everyone one of them is a murderer?” 

“Mhm,” he replied, looking up at their backs. “They’ll all be interrogated, the murders will match up with one of them, and-” 

“There just has to be another explanation! I know we found one thing, but we should at least have more proof than just who entered this room to convict someone! I just think you usually have more reason for your conclusions, Ranpo!” 

He stared at you. It was obvious you and Ranpo were frustrated at each other, but you both fought to not cause a scene or verbally displease one another. 

“…I actually can’t figure it out. I tried but…it’s not giving me an answer. I don’t know why. It’s like, in reality, there’s no murderer here at all!” 

He looked disdained, and you immediately felt concerned. But before you could respond, Dazai walked in the room.

“What are you guys doing?” He pulled you with one arm and Ranpo on his other. “There hasn’t been a murder yet, so shouldn’t you be keeping an eye out for it in the crowd?” You three entered the show again, and you eyed the musicians on stage. 

Which one looks most like a murderer. And how will they murder? Will they bring someone on stage and do it there? Or after the concert ends? Or will they abduct the victim and then kill them?

And then the last song ended. The band thanked everyone for coming, and the audience started to either file out or go to the bar for some final drinks. 

It’s going to happen sometime now! 

You immediately tracked down the musicians, keeping them in your sight, even following them as they went backstage. You hid behind the doorframe so they wouldn’t see you watching them. 

But it seems that one of the members noticed. 

“Hey!” he spoke out, the one who played the saxophone. 

Shoot! Now I’m going to be their victim! 

He walked up towards you, and now you couldn’t escape. 

You didn’t even bother to tell Ranpo what you were doing before you ran off. 

“Hm, are you looking for a signature?” he asked, a friendly smile on his face. Fake friendly, possibly. Inviting and warm. So that you’d fall into his trap. It has to be him. 

“Y-yes!” you replied, trying to conceal your fear. “I’ve been a fan of your group’s music for a few years. I am glad I was able to hear it tonight.” 

“Wow, thank you!” he replied, humbly. “That really means a lot. Here, you can come in and I’ll sign wherever you want.” 

And this is where it happens, huh. You debated stepping inside when suddenly, Ranpo appeared in front of you. 

“Back away from my girlfriend!” 

Hu-uh? 

The musician immediately stepped back, seeing the livid face of your lover as he outstretched an arm in front of you for protection. 

“You’re not murdering [Y/N] next! I won’t let you touch her-” 

“Woah-woah!” A new face popped up in the room as the entire jazz band group looked terrified—“Dazai?”

Dazai ran in between Ranpo and the saxophone player, pulling Ranpo and you back. 

“I sincerely apologize for this matter,” Dazai groveled frantically, almost dramatic. “It seems our friend here has gotten very drunk and is acting impulsively! I’m responsible for both of them, so I’ll be taking them now…” 

…

Dazai dragged you and Ranpo out by the collars to the bar counter. 

“Now what was that about?!” you both asked simultaneously, dumbfounded that Dazai had stopped your confrontation with the murderer and even made up a whole excuse for the suspicion. 

“The fact is there is no murderer here,” Dazai calmly said. “The entire case was a setup.” 

“WHAT?!” 

“The President just wanted you two to relax a little because of how diligently you worked; you solved about two cases a day this week, after all. He thought maybe you’d catch on quickly how this was just a scheme, but-” 

“That’s why I couldn’t figure it out! Because you planned this, Dazai!” Ranpo was pouting with his eyes sealed shut and arms crossed, but you could tell he was also a bit relieved that it was only a silly prank by Dazai instead of it being a case he couldn’t find the true answer to. 

Dazai was one of Ranpo’s countable competitors, after all. His intelligence was almost if not as equal to your lover’s. 

“But the extra person in the room?” you asked. “That was still true unless you also hired the doorman to lie about the number.”

“Oh! Well—oddly, the security hasn’t noticed me yet. I’m not even a worker here. I snuck in!”

“So you’re telling me YOU were the extra person at this concert?!” you and Ranpo screamed. 

“Shh! So loud, you two! So now that this case is solved…drinks?” 

…

“I’m sorry for getting frustrated over you,” you apologized to Ranpo as you two sat on the bar stools. “You weren’t wrong; I was being biased whether this was a true mission or not. I really like this jazz band.” 

“Duh, I know,” Ranpo replied, having one of the sweeter cocktails. Of course he did—you had a massive poster of them on your wall.

“…We can come to their concert the next time they perform. Dazai was mean for watching us get worked up over nothing. The music was pretty cool anyway.” 

He gave you a wide grin. You smiled back, shoving a cookie in his mouth. 

“Saved it. Because I knew the best detective in the world would prevail in the end.” 

“Usually you say ‘solve the case in the end’.” 

“Okay well, technically, this wasn’t a case at all—y’know what, forget it.” 

“I’m just kidding. Thanks. For the cookie.” 

You smiled once more. You knew Ranpo meant more than just the sweets by how his cheeks blushed a soft pink. 

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reverie is back and in her bsd era i fear...daz’s hair tucked behind his ear>>. ugh he was so polite here. chuuya ‘n his expensive tastes ‘n his expensive dates mwah! lit researched wine lists ‘n wine etiquette for this. v much got carried away on ranpo...it’s okay he’s the cutest and intelligence bows before him! thoo, he’s so so stubborn.

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I Can See You (Cassian x Reader)

Summary: Y/N, the Winter Court's Emissary, first meets Cassian after Rhys becomes High Lord and there is an instant attraction between them. Over the years, the two get to know one another and become closer, but it never leads to anything more than friendship. HOWEVER one night they're out for drinks with their friends and one thing leads to another... 👀

Note: Heya! This is my first time writing for ACOTAR (+ for this blog) and I had so much fun putting this piece together.

It's just an idea I've had stuck in my head for a few weeks now and is very loosely based on I Can See You by Taylor Swift.

The attraction between you and Cassian was undeniable from the moment you first met. It had started at a High Lords meeting shortly after Rhys had taken over his father’s title. The original plan had been to ease any tensions lingering around the circumstances as to how both Rhys and Tamlin became High Lords on that fateful night; not create further, although somewhat different, tensions between the Night Court’s General and the Winter Court’s Emissary.

You stood behind Kallias with the rest of your court, trying to pay attention to what was unfurling in front of you, however, your eyes kept lingering over to the recently appointed General, Cassian, you had been informed. And to your embarrassment, or delight, you weren’t entirely sure yet, it seemed the interest was mutual as the next time you glanced his way, you found him already watching you. Again.

The meeting ended with the tension between Rhy and Tamlin being, unsurprisingly, unresolved, but with clear expectations set by the pre-existing High Lords that they wouldn’t tolerate the two courts going to war with one another.

As the members of each court start meandering back to the quarters they were staying in, Viviane grabs you by the arm, dragging you back to her rooms so you could talk, undoubtably, about your High Lord and the ever growing crush your friend harbours for him. Seeing that he is already in an intense looking conversation with Helion and Beron, she begins talking a mile a minute as you enter the hallway, almost causing you to miss the dark haired, winged male leaning against the wall, presumably waiting for his own High Lord to finish any further discussions.

You lose focus on what Viviane is saying as you take in his appearance, he is so much taller up close, and the broadness of his muscles has your gaze lingering over his body as your approach. Eyes drifting back up to his face, you blanch in embarrassment as you notice he is no longer watching his High Lord, but is now staring intently at you, a smirk crossing his features after no doubt realising what had pulled your focus.

You blink and quickly look away, turning back to Viviane who hadn’t seemed to notice your lack of attention as she wondered aloud for the hundredth time if she should give up on Kallias or take matters into her own hands.

As much as you tried to focus, you couldn’t help glancing up at the General as you brushed past him, the smirk still present on his face. “Y/N” He greeted you with a nod, you were too stunned to say much in response, giving a small smile before hurrying after Viviane with a final glance back Cassian.

How he knew your name, you had no idea, but you already found yourself thinking about the next time you would be able to see him.

*****

A few years passed since your initial encounter with the Night Court’s General and although nothing had happened between the two of you, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement whenever he was around. You put this down to just genuinely enjoying his company as you got to know him better. The sense of longing that you also felt was something you decided to completely ignore.

Helion had extended an invitation to all the courts to attend some extended solstice celebrations. While some had declined in preference of their own events, you decided to go along with your court, alongside the Night Court.

Later into the night, you found yourself at a bar not too far from the Day Court Palace. After the official celebrations had ended, you, along with various other court members, decided to keep the night going in a more casual manner. You had been seated with Viviane, Mor, Azriel, and Cassian for most of the night until Viv and Mor decided they wanted to dance, and Az muttered something about getting another round of drinks, leaving you and Cassian alone.

You watched your friends in amusement as they laughed and twirled around on the dance floor, you had all probably had a bit too much to drink but you didn’t find yourself overly caring.

“You know,” Cassian started, pulling your attention back to him, “You’re a lot more fun outside of the meeting rooms.” You stared back at him, eyebrows raising at the somewhat backhanded compliment. “Excuse me? I’m a lot more fun? This coming from the Lord of Bloodshed himself! The tall, brooding Illyrian who waltzes into each meeting with your multiple syphons, which, I think is purely an intimidation tactic, there’s no way you’re actually that powerful.”

You can feel yourself rambling alongside your mock offence, but Cassian just grins back “I think you left handsome off that list. Tall, brooding, handsome Illyrian. Although, I would say that Az is the more brooding type.” You can’t stop the smile that spreads as you quip back and forth, “Oh please, you wish handsome was on that list” “No, I know it’s on that list. I still remember that first meeting, you couldn’t take your eyes off me.” Despite yourself, you feel your cheeks redden, “And how would you know that I, apparently, couldn’t take my eyes off you unless you were watching me just as much?”

You laugh, raising you drink to finish it off. Cassian lets out a deep laugh of his own before leaning in and saying, “Never said I wasn’t, sweetheart.” Your face turns a deeper shade of red as you feel his breath fan across your face, his scent overwhelming your senses.

You want to blame the endless drinks you had consumed for the impact those words had on you, but deep down you knew that wasn’t the case. Sensing the shift in the mood, you lift your eyes to Cassian and find him looking back with…was that longing in his eyes?

Raking your brain for something to say, all you can do is hope that you’re not opening and closing your mouth like a fish as the world seems to slow down around you both. Cassian raises a hand up to your face, gently tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. He moves in a bit closer to you but is abruptly bumped into by an unassuming, and slightly drunk, Azriel who has returned with a tray of drinks in hand.

“One for you, and one for you. Hey!” He waves down Mor and Viv who rush over at the sight of more drinks. You and Cassian both murmur a thanks before shifting in your seats and turning back to your friends. Whatever had just passed between the two of you was clearly gone, the moment over, as you continued chatting with your friends.

*****

After finishing your drinks, Mor and Viviane drag the rest of you onto the crowded dance floor where you spend the better part of the next two hours. That is until an extremely intoxicated male bumps into you, causing his drink to go flying and you to knock into Cassian at the impact.

Cassian quickly steadies you, checking that you’re okay as the male furiously rounds on you, red in the face as he screams “You bitch! Watch where you’re going—” But before he can get another word out, Cassian’s fist collides with his face, knocking him to the floor, before he gently grabs your elbow and steers you away from the sweltering dance floor.

You wave off your friends' concerned looks as they linger by the dance floor whilst Cassian checks you over again, “Y/N are you sure you’re alright? That prick has been bumping into people all night, and then has the audacity to blame it on you.” He scowls as he glares over at the male who is trying to get another drink at the bar.

“I’m fine, Cass, really. It was just a bit of a shock.” Despite your reassuring words, worry is still etched across his face but he simply nods before gesturing towards the dance floor “Did you want to head back in or take a breather, grab another drink?” You watch your friends for a moment, your carefree and relaxed demeanour seems to slip away, as though the male’s angry words have sobered you up.

“I think I’m just going to head back.” you say with a small smile. Cassian grins back at you, placing a hand on the small of your back as he leads you towards the door. “What? Cass, you don’t have to leave as well. I’m fine just a bit tired.” but Cassian just gives you an incredulous look, “Right, as though I’m going to let you walk back through a strange city alone.”

You’re about to argue back but, as though sensing this, Cassian shoots you a look that tells you he’s not changing his mind, so you sigh and gesture for him to lead the way.

*****

The walk back to the palace is pleasant; you talk whilst watching the groups of fae who are continuing with their solstice celebrations, neither of you caring to note that you happen to be taking the slightly longer route.

Or, for that matter, caring to note that, what started with a gently placed hand on your back to help lead you out of the busy bar, turned into an arm casually draped over your shoulders, extending to fingers that have been slowly tracing patterns onto your skin as you continue to roam the streets.

With a growing feeling of disappointment, you eventually find yourself back at the palace and in front of your bedroom door.

Cassian turns to face you, his hand leaving its place on your shoulder to slowly drag down your arm until he reaches your fingers, absentmindedly linking them with his. You look up from your intertwined hands, offering a smile before quietly saying, “Thanks for walking me back.”

You're not sure if it's the alcohol coursing through you or the close proximity and lingering touches, but either way you find yourself stepping up onto your toes and placing a soft kiss on Cassian's cheek before taking a slight step backwards.

Cassian looks as though he’s about to say something but ends up giving your hand a squeeze as he also takes a step back, “Night Y/N, sleep well.”

You don’t try to stop the frown that crosses your face as he turns away from you and begins to walk down the hallway. You’re about to reach for the door handle when memories of the moment you shared earlier in the night comes racing back, causing you to hesitate.

“Wait…Cassian?” He turns back, an unreadable expression on his face. All you can do for a moment is stare at one another before something shifts and you’re both stepping forward, reaching for the other as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down, pressing your lips against his.

The kiss is soft, and sweet, and slow. But before you’re ready for it to be over, Cassian is pulling back, resting his forehead against yours as he searches your eyes for something. “Y/N—” Cassian starts but the look on his face, and the need in his voice, has you leaning up on your toes, crashing your lips back against his.

Cassian’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he backs you into the wall. This time the softness, the sweetness, the slowness is all replaced by a fast, desperate, longing for one another, a longing that had been pent up since the day your first met.

#cassian x reader #cassian acotar #cassian x y/n #cassian x you #Cassian imagine #Cassian one shot #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #marley writes

[simplyreveries]

Hey ! Can I ask for a Alastor like!male!reader please ? The reader have the same personality and power as him and is in Diasomnia or Heartslabyul. With Idia, Lilia and Ruggie pls ? Maybe Grim platonic (He need a dad and I volunteer for that role-)

Ignore it if you don't want to write it !!

Don't forget to drink, and have a good day/night.

i havent watched an episode of hazbin hotel (everything i know about that show is against my will /lh) but the songs have been stuck in my head for the past WEEK.

idia shroud

okay I'm being honest idia was slightly weird and found your behavior initially strange when he had met you, but brushed it off because well, he's at nrc. you always seemed so charismatic and held only good intentions for yourself and others. he didn't get how someone could be so happy all the time as well. he may or may not have thought you were some suck up until he caught glimpse of your underlying nature. (he can respect that though lmao).

he seemed to stray away and almost ignore you at first, especially after seeing more and more of your own behavior. the time when he felt fine around you was when you, being unpredictable appeared and helped him get back at some bothersome student online because you thought it'd be entertaining. and both you and idia are pretty spiteful anyway, with those mischievous toothy grins on your faces.

idia can at least admit he finds your retorts and comments funny, he finds himself snickering to himself when he happens to witness one of these instances when you're basically coming at some poor student that made some snarky remark to you during fitness with vargas. but you always seem to point that out and he hates it.

lilia vanrouge

I feel like you two get along quite well, he finds your demeanor to be interesting and considerably old-fashioned ways is something he relates to. you two are quite the old souls at nrc i feel like haha. But anyone seeing just the two of you together, even smiling and chatting with each other can be pretty intimidating to the eyes of others… your constant toothy smile can be unnerving.

whereas one of your talents and interests is cooking,, lilia does enjoy it as well but pretends to be so weepy and sad when you told him "oh....! its utterly awful! ha-ha-ha” you two get quite competitive during the master chef competitions and challenge the school holds during that time or during beanfest when you two were on opposing teams.... so, you guys definitely get into friendly? rivalries with one another all the time, usually end up being completely chaotic and blown way out of proportion for what they are. the whole dorm knows when you two happen to be in one.

you two have most likely at some point shown each other's magic and abilities off to each other trying to one up one another unknowingly causing some trouble around you as you are so caught up.

ruggie bucchi

ruggie sort of becomes your little gossip buddy, because he doesn't seem to really care and has a lot of dirt on various students and stories he's heard and seen. you just happen to be a sucker for the drama and are able to easily repay him in some way with your magic if you really need to anyways.

he sometimes does find himself a little... confused and taken aback with your smiley and always grinning with some sort of delight even during the worst possible moments (*cough* overblots) as you don't seem to barley bat an eye. but then again as others would assume, its nrc and ruggie has met a lot of strange people. even if you're definitely one of the more... stranger ones.

before he had really known he, he had has attempted to be his usual, cunning self and deceive you at times as a way to try and getting something from you. he easily learned his lesson when you're so able to see right through him and twist it back on him- it ended up turning into some sort of game. he thinks its honestly impressive though. he almost wants to know if you learned that or if that was genuinely just you, he is leaning towards the last part haha.

grim

you are definitely not a force to be reckoned with when angry or even upset. He’s certainly had his moments where he's like “WOAH”. despite the fact that he may butt heads with you often with your condescending and teasing towards him– you’re still quite protective over your little friend. you swiftly manage to pull him out of trouble by swiftly teleporting him right in your hand and he hates that, he always grumbles when you're chuckling “now now, violence is not an answer, grim” even though he's seen your worst moments haha. you're literally way more aggressive than him, he'll retort and remind you of when some rough savanclaw student ALMOST scuffed your uniform.

lowkey he wouldn't outright admit it to you, but I feel like grim does look up to your power and abilities in a way, plus being your unbothered, confident, straightforward self- he wants that aura around himself too…! he wants people to fear him like they do with you all the time. during halloween you practically “shine” as you enjoy playing around and scaring the daylights out of people visiting your dorm and go back to grinning.

not gonna lie, I think that you have this stupid rivalry between you and azul. being you, azul would find you one of the most difficult people to make a deal with. (not to mention you can pretty much manifest anything you want) you were able to easily manage and deal with the events that went down in chapter 3 because you're easily as manipulative and cunning. you literally are a dealmaker yourself. grim always watches you and his interactions in sheer confusion and concern.

#THE DAD SONG IS SO CATCHY #i also love alastors voice #twst imagines #disney twst #twst #twst wonderland #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland imagines #lilia twst #lilia vanrouge #idia shroud #ruggie bucchi #grim #grim twst

[jerzwriter]

A Very Scary Halloween

Thank you to @kyra75 for Halloween prompt #5, "You won't manage to scare me tonight," for Ethan and Kaycee. This was a lot of fun!

Book: Open Heart (Book 3-ish) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee MacClennan) Rating: Teen Words: 1,884 Summary: Kaycee is delighted to be attending their first party as a couple, but the evening takes a frightening turn for Ethan. A/N: Participating in @choicesoctober - Halloween and @choicesflashfics - prompt #3 @choicesholidays - Halloween

Kaycee MacClennan was known for her sunny disposition. On any given day, most residents walked out of Edenbrook looking worse for the wear, but not Kaycee. She always bounded out the door with a smile on her face and a bounce in her step. But today, even her closest friends were downright baffled. After an absolutely chaotic shift that didn’t allow for so much as a bathroom break, Kaycee was simply glowing as she stepped out into the cold, rainy night.

There was good reason for her enthusiastic mood. She wasn’t heading home but to her boyfriend’s place. “Her boyfriend’s.” She didn’t even need to say the word out loud for that lovestruck look to appear. It definitely took some doing to get them to this place... together, and the whole world could finally know... and she was reveling in this newfound joy. Nothing would take that away.

While her boyfriend was used to her bright spirit, even he raised a brow over just how bubbly she was today. He had barely opened the door before her arms were around his neck, peppering him with kisses, saying “Hello” between each one.

“To what do I owe this greeting?” he snickered as he returned to the sofa.

“What?” she grinned. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“I’m always happy to see you. But this is... excessive... even for you.”

“This is excessive... even for you,” she mocked, leaving him unable to contain a laugh. “I’m just so excited! It’s our first time attending a party as a real couple.”

“As opposed to a fake couple?”

“You know what I mean,” she shot back. “And of all parties, it’s Halloween!”

“Yeah,” he winced. “We get to wear costumes.”

“Oh, it’s not that bad! We’re going as the Phantom and Christine. It’s mature, elegant, almost... boring! It’s right up your alley!”

“Well, did you really think I was going to agree to your initial suggestion of Shaggy and Scooby-Doo?”

“Oh, Dr. Ramsey,” she shook her head as she made herself comfortable on his lap. “I suppose I shouldn’t tell you about the picture Harper showed me from Halloween past... when you were dressed as Scooby-Doo...”

Ethan ran a hand down his troubled face. “I had lost a bet...”

“Hmm... I’m sure.”

Ethan reached to the side table for his tumbler of Scotch. He offered a sip to Kaycee, but she shook her head. “Remind me I need to fire Harper first thing tomorrow.”

“You’ll do no such thing,” Kacyee laughed. “But, I am using this knowledge as leverage to get you to dress as Mickey and Minnie Mouse next year.”

“Well, address that next year,” he smiled. “But if we’re going to get to this year’s party on time, we should get ready.”

~~~~

Their taxi barely moved through the congested streets of Boston. On an average day, the traffic could be unbearable. But a rainy Halloween made an average day seem like a dream. But if either of them were bothered, it certainly didn’t show. Huddled closely together in the back seat, their hands never parted.

“So, what am I in for exactly?” he asked.  

“In for? You make it sound like you’re going to an inquisition,” she laughed. “It’s a party, Ethan.”

“This may come as a shock to you, but the last Halloween party I attended was when I was Scooby-Doo. I was a drunken resident. It was some time ago...”

“Practically when dinosaurs roamed the earth,” she grinned.

Ethan let out a sigh. “May I continue?”

“Of course.”

“I haven't been a drunken residen in years, so what do they do at Halloween parties today?”

“Oh, you know... the usual... apple bobbing, witchcraft, various forms of debauchery, sacrificing of the token attending physician...”

“You’re hysterical, Rookie.”

“It’s a Halloween party. Trust me, they haven’t changed much. There will be costumes, some games, copious amounts of drinking, and definitely some spooky things. My friends will do their best to scare you.”  

 “Good luck to them,” he scoffed

“Oh, you don’t think it can be done?”

“I know it can’t be done. I don’t frighten easily, MacClennan. I’m dating you, after all.”

“Mmmm... I’ll give you that,” she nodded. “But you’re human, and you are scareable.”

“Trust me, you won’t manage to scare me tonight.”

The taxi pulled up in front of Casey’s apartment, and her eyes twinkled as Ethan paid the fare.

“We’ll see,” she replied with confidence.

~~~~~

The apartment was jam-packed. It seemed like every roommate... and Bryce... invited everyone they knew. As Ethan and Kaycee made their way through the crowd hand in hand, a couple guests gasped in astonishment. Apparently, a few people hadn’t received the memo, and Kaycee turned nervously toward Ethan to gauge his reaction. When he didn’t even flinch, that euphoric feeling returned.   

“There you are!” Sienna beamed as she rushed to give Kaycee a hug. “I’m so happy you’re both here!”

“Where else would I be, Princess Peach?” Kaycee smiled.

“I don’t know, at your place?” Jackie sneered. “Oh, wait... this is your place... you’re just never here anymore. Thank you for helping to decorate, by the way. “  

“Hey! l said I’d handle clean-up duty while you’re passed out. So hush!”

Ethan eyed Jackie, dressed comfortably in her scrubs. Even using his best diagnostic skills, he couldn’t imagine what she was supposed to be. If he didn’t have to wear a costume...

“Varma, is that a costume?” He asked. “Someone told me costumes were required.”

“They are,” Jackie shrugged as she presented an ice pack and pulled a wad of bills from her pocket. “I’m a hung-over, debt-ridden resident.”

“She doesn’t get the concept of dress for the job that you want,” Bryce grinned and threw his arm over an uncomfortable Ethan’s shoulder. “So, how are you doing?”

“I’m wonderful,” Ethan deadpanned. “So, if you’re dressing for the job you want, I take it you want to be... Ken?”

“Damn right!” Bryce raised his glass. “Great hair, stylish wardrobe, and there is nothing I’d rather do than  beach.”  

“Oh, God,” Sienna sighed. “Ethan, Kaycee... can I get you two a drink? We have blood red punch, witches brew martinis, and beer... for our less creative guests.”

“I also smuggled in a bottle of Scotch,” Elijah announced as he entered the conversation. “Though I’m not sure it’s up to your standards, Dr. Ramsey.”

“Ethan,” he insisted. “When we’re off duty, please call me Ethan, and I’m sure the Scotch will be... adequate.”

“Adequate," Kaycee smiled. "If that’s anything like “appropriate,” trust me, that’s a ringing endorsement."

“So... Scotch for Ethan... and Kaycee, a witches brew for you?” Sienna asked.

“You know what? I’ll just have a ginger ale for now,” Kaycee said, tugging Sienna’s elbow. “Come on, I’ll help you with the drinks.”

~~~~~

Several hours later, the friends were on a scale of tipsy to inebriated when Raf snuck behind Ethan and dragged a fake spiderweb over his exposed forearm. He was hoping for a reaction, but Ethan didn’t even flinch.  

“You’ll have to do better than that,” he declared smugly.

“It’s got to be the cheap Scotch,” Bryce assessed. “I’ve managed to spook everyone here tonight... except you. You didn’t fall for the screams, the fake blood... nothing!”

“It’s not the Scotch,” Ethan smiled. “At this stage of my life, the only thing that frightens me is interns.”

“You’re so full of it,” Jackie slurred. “Everyone is scared of something... and interns don’t count!”

“Well, he was afraid of dating Kaycee for the longest,” Aurora simpered.

“Yeah, but now that he’s faced that fear, he’s invincible,” Elijah roared.

“They may not be able to scare you, Dr. Ram... uh, Ethan,” Sienna grinned. “But they can torture you.”

“That, I can agree with."

“Hey, I’m going to get us another round,” Bryce announced.  

“Why don’t you let Ethan and I get them?” Kayce offered. “I think we're most capable of walking in a straight line right now.”

“When she’s right, she’s right,” Raf nodded.

Kaycee took Ethan’s hand and headed to their tiny kitchen. She pulled a small tray out of the cabinet and began placing drinks on it.

“OK.. a beef for Raf... I supposed more tequila for Jackie... are you pouring your Scotch, dear?”

“Already done,” he said, placing his glass on the tray.

“OK, would you mind getting some punch for Sienna?”

“And for you?” he asked.

“For me... uhm, just a ginger ale.”

“Again?” he asked, baffled. “What’s the matter, Rookie? Are you about to tell me you haven’t turned 21 yet?”

“You know how old I am,” she scoffed.

“So then, why aren’t you drinking? You better watch out, or people will think...” his words halted as his face fell. Kaycee watched him carefully out of the corner of her eye.

“Well,” she sighed, turning to face him. “Then they’d be thinking correctly.”

“They... they would,” he replied, the blood rushing from his face as Kaycee nodded softly.

“I saw a doctor earlier today. I didn’t want to tell you before the party because I was sure you’d try to convince me to stay in. And honestly, there’s no reason for me not to be here. I just can’t drink.”

Ethan had collapsed into a kitchen chair and loosened his bow tie. Kaycee wouldn’t use the word horror to describe the look on his face, but it sure came close. She placed a glass of water before him as his breathing accelerated. He happily accepted, guzzling it down in one gulp.

“Are you all right there, Ethan?” she asked.

“I can’t believe you didn’t... why didn't you tell me right away?”

“Why?” she shrugged. “It’s really not a big deal.”

“NOT A BIG DEAL!” He yelled, lowering his voice when he noticed people staring their way. “How can you be so blasé about this?”

“I mean, it’s not like I’ve never been on antibiotics before. This isn't my first UTI."

“A U... a u... a uti?” He stuttered, the color beginning to return to his cheeks. 

“Yes, a UTI,” she responded coyly. “What did you.... oh... you thought that I wasn’t drinking because....”

“You’re damn right, I thought!” He interrupted. “Jesus, Kaycee, are you trying to kill me?”

“No, old man,” she winked. “I’d never kill you, but... I did succeed in my mission.”

“And that was?”

Her eyes sparkled as an impish grin spread on her lips. “Proving that the invincible Dr. Ramsey can be scared.”

Ethan shook his head but sighed in relief. Finally, a tiny smile appeared. “I should be mad at you.”

“Should be,” she grinned. “But with this smile, I can get away with anything.”

“I knew you’d end up giving me a heart attack one day, Rookie.”

“It’s possible,” she said, kissing his cheek. “But if I’m going to give you a heart attack... I can think of better ways to do it.”

“Really?” his eyes widened. “What do you say we head to your room for you to demonstrate?”

“I can’t... UTI,” she teased.

“Damn it!” He cursed. “This really is the scariest Halloween!"

@openheartfanfics @choicesficwriterscreations

Tagging others separately.

#choices fanfic #open heart #open heart chocies #choices open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart fanfic #playchoices #playchoices fanfic #halloween #fic reqs #ethan x kaycee

[obxone]

Promises (Part Two)

Edited-ish. ~1.1k words

(Part One)

Warning: smut - first time

A steady exhale of breath helps calm your nerves are you enter the living room to see JJ sprawled on the sofa. Drinks and snacks are strewn over the coffee table, and a movie waits on the screen. An old fashion movie night together has been his promise for the past week on starting the night together. You exhale, and that catches his attention. JJ looks up, his ocean blue eyes locking on you once you are within view. A tingle runs down your spine, the post beach day shower did little to calm your nerves, but you felt better. Warmed from both the day in the sun and the hot shower.

“Hey, Baby.”

“Hi,” your voice is so low he barely hears you. And he knows you are nervous as you wring your hands out. A small smile tugs at his lips.

“Come here, Baby.”

You cross the last few steps to him and sink into him. He kisses you, humming in delight at the warm vanilla smell clinging to you once more. He had never told you, but that scent is his favorite. And he wants to drown in it every time you get close to him. His hands thread through your damp hair, and your hands drag down his chest when you continue to kiss him. The cotton of his sleeveless shirt is a thin barrier between you.

The press of his fingers down your back has you arching into him. A whimper falls from your lips at the want flooding through you. You want this night together; you want to touch and kiss every inch of him.

JJ leans back. His lips are barely a breath from your own. “You’re driving me crazy.”

You shiver, hands moving to his bare arms, squeezing his toned biceps. “Now you know how I feel.”

He laughs, and you gasp a little when his fingers brush the small of your back under your t-shirt. His fingertips warm against your chilled skin.

“I don’t think I want to watch a movie anymore.”

JJ’s bottom lip pulls between his teeth, and his eyes swirl with need. “Me either.”

“Can we go to my room?”

“Lead the way.”

He stands with you, his touch staying firmly on your waist as he follows you down the hall and into your bedroom. You turn to look at him after he closes your bedroom door. You inhale shakily before reaching for him. He kisses you, arms wrapping around your waist to lift you off your feet. You giggle against his lips, some of the nervousness fading away when he laughs with you. JJ deposits you on the bed before reaching to pull his shirt over his head. It crumples on the ground, and you reach for him. Your palm slides down his chest to his abs. The kiss he initiates is toe-curling, and his hands dive under your shirt to slide it up until the kiss ends so he can remove it.

You laugh when his fingertips skate over your ribs, tickling you. He chuckles, and his lips descend to your neck to kiss and nip at the skin. Your laughter turns to a sharp gasp of excitement, and he smirks, proud of himself.

Before you can overthink, he pulls your shorts down and presses open-mouthed kisses to your thighs. Your fingers comb through his hair, and he looks up at you with that trademark dimpled smile before nipping at the inside of your knee. You squeak, and he laughs.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day today,” he mutters before moving back up to press his mouth to your stomach, and his fingers curl around the elastic band of your underwear.

You inhale sharply and lift your hips so he can tug them off. No hesitation in your actions or his, and you know this is right. It is exactly what you want. You watch him, trying to gauge him as he takes you in. You whisper his name, and he seems to snap out of it, and his lips find yours.

Your hands tremble as you reach down and unbutton his shorts. His mouth moves to your neck, and your eyes flutter shut as he marks the skin of your neck. His hand trails down to slip between your legs. Your breath hitches, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth at the feel of him touching you.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I trust you, J.”

He lifts his head to watch you when he slips one finger into you. He pumps his finger in and out of you. Your moans and the goosebumps exploding over your skin are enough to encourage him. Your hands are on his arms, squeezing his biceps when he adds another finger, stretching you. You whimper against his lips, and he kisses you in reassurance. A warmth seems to flood you as he continues to pump his fingers in and out, curling until your breath hitches and he smirks.

“JJ!”

“I know,” he smirks against your shoulder before he lifts his fingers to his mouth. You watch him suck off the slick coating them. Your lips part in surprise, and he winks at you. “Perfect.”

You blush, turning your face away from his watchful gaze, but your attention snaps right back to him as he slides into you. Inch by inch, he buries himself inside you as his name falls from your lips. When he is fully sheathed inside of you, his hands find yours, and your nails bite into the back of his hands. He groans, pressing your hands against the mattress as he slowly rolls his hips. Your breath hitches, and he murmurs quiet praises.

The pressure turns to pleasure quicker than you anticipated. Your legs wrap around JJ's waist, hands in his hair, and he teases the curve of your waist until his hand is between your legs again. His finger circle your clit.

You are close, closer than you thought possible to feel like you are going to burst. You cry out his name as you orgasm, and he drinks down your cries of pleasure. JJ follows shortly after you, climaxing while he is still buried deep inside of you. His body collapses against yours.

“I love you.”

He smiles, lips brushing your temple. “I love you, Baby.”

He rolls to his side and pulls you back against his chest. His face nuzzles into the curve of your shoulder, lips on your neck. You cannot help but smile as your body tingles with the aftershocks of your first time.

Your fingers slot through the spaces of his as his palm presses against your stomach. “Thank you for keeping your promises.”

“Always.”

#outer banks #obx #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fluff #obx jj maybank #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x you

[shatterinseconds]

just one dance

a drabble for @vldkoganes who asked for pining Keith in some sort of prince AU.

“May I have this dance?” Lance asks Keith, hands placed behind his back as he smiles at him. His eyes twinkle in delight when Keith snaps his full attention to him.

Keith looks at Altea’s newly appointed ambassador to Marmora in masked surprise. There’s a reason why Altea is his favorite kingdom to negotiate with, and he would not put it past Queen Allura to have specifically appointed Lance to deal with him, except there’s no way she can know Keith’s type—a cocky flirt, a firestarter. And even more unfortunate for Keith, Lance is exactly the type of person who can go head to head with him and has a decent chance of winning. 

With most ambassadors from other kingdoms, Keith can get them to cower under his scowl alone and usually walks away with a decent deal that favors Marmora. Lance is a whole other challenge. He always has Altea’s best interests at heart and refuses to budge on a deal that teeters any other way. Allura is very lucky to have him. He can throw barbs as well as he can take them. Nothing seems to phase him, and the more Keith’s ire increases, so does Lance’s infuriating grin. 

The entire essence of Lance is infuriating. 

Keith hates how much he can’t let it go. 

“Why?”

“What do you mean, why?” Lance’s brows knit in confusion. He waves a hand behind him. “This is a ball where people dance.”

Keith absolutely hates balls. It doesn’t matter if he has to throw it himself as Crown Prince of Marmora or whether he’s invited to someone else's. Tonight is one he hosts, and for the last ten minutes he’s been trying to figure out how to escape from his own party with Shiro, his guard, giving him a disapproving look every time he tries to make a break for it.

“I meant why me?” Keith clarifies with a frown, arms crossed and guarded.

“Because you’ve been standing here like a statue all night, and I think it’s honestly scaring your guests.”

Keith has never had anyone other than Shiro speak to him in such a flippant manner. Even from the first day, Lance refused to address him formally after their initial meeting, unless he’s teasing him. It’s thrilling. A relief. Keith tilts his head. “You’re not scared.”

“I could never be scared of you.” Lance flashes him another cocky smile. “So do you want to enjoy my company or not?”

Keith rolls his eyes but takes Lance’s arm when it’s offered. People part for them as they walk onto the dance floor before filling in the spaces around them. He hears the whispers and catches the stares. Lance remains unphased and Keith does as well. It’s well known that Keith usually never partakes in these formal events, and now here he is in the middle of the ballroom with the ambassador he can’t seem to ever say no to.

“You look really handsome tonight,” Lance whispers as they fold into the dance. His arm is around Keith’s waist, warm and a comforting weight. Keith keeps his gaze locked on their clasped hands, trying to stay in time with the music, because the minute he looks at Lance’s face—with his dazzling smile and windswept hair—he’ll trip.

“Oh, thank you.” Keith’s cheeks redden at the compliment, not used to one so genuine. “S-so do you.”

“Hm,” Lance hums in agreement. He chuckles a little when Keith does step out of tune but swiftly corrects him so no one around notices. 

Automatically, they draw closer to each other throughout the dance, heads bowed in their own private conversation even though they haven’t said anything else. Keith breathes him in—a mulled scent of the ocean that still clings to him from Altea under a more present flowery soap—and that is enough. When the song ends, Lance steps back from him, and suddenly, Keith feels cold.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Your Highness.” Lance smirks, bowing, and reaches out to kiss the back of Keith’s hand. He stares straight at Keith, a hint of blush on his brown skin. “Thank you for the dance.” 

And just like that, Keith struggles to function for the rest of the evening. 

#klance #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #klance fic #keith x lance #my writing

[gghalcyon]

Bucky Barnes gets a bewitching Halloween treat when Sarah Wilson appears at his doorstep, her face lit up with a brilliant smile. “Trick r’ treat!” she said as their eyes met in a heated gaze.

Title: A Taste So Sweet | Bucky Barnes x Sarah Wilson | Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier | Rating: Mature | Words: Part 1/1 (2328 Words) | Prompt: SarahBucky @fleurdelouvemonth and @fleurdelouve - Week 1, Day 1 Prompt: “Halloween Candy”

Bucky watched in disbelief as group after group of children and teens dressed up as monsters, superheroes, witches, and fairies trooped past his house. He had initially been excited about joining in the festivities surrounding Halloween. Still, he was now feeling overwhelmed at the sheer number of trick-or-treaters that kept anxiously jostling at his front door.

He could hear Sam's voice ringing in his head, telling him to stock up on treats ahead of the evening's activities. On impulse, Bucky had gone to the store and purchased enough candy to fill an entire cauldron - more than enough for the small army of costumed kids parading up his walkway.

After living in New York City for a few years, he was unaccustomed to experiencing Halloween like this. New Orleans' proximity meant that Halloween was taken very seriously here. His neighbors went all out with scary decorations, and some even hosted light shows or static haunts in their garages.

It was the first time Bucky had experienced Halloween in his new neighborhood, and he could feel the excitement from both children and adults alike. He walked into the living room to look at the clock – it was 7 p.m.; he had a few more hours before kids would be done trick-or-treating. After making sure he had enough candy to last until 9 p.m., he set out a sizeable pumpkin-shaped bucket full of treats on a table near the entrance of his door, which he'd grab and provide the little ghouls and goblins who would come by.

One by one, groups of costumed children started arriving at Bucky's house. There were toddlers with their parents, gaggles of elementary schoolers, and even a few high schoolers. Bucky watched them all take turns selecting handfuls of candy from the white bucket he'd set out on the porch. He couldn't help feeling a pang of regret that he'd bought so much candy – but then again, it was worth it just to see how delighted they were.

The most recent group of trick-treaters waved him goodbye as they ran off to his neighbor's house to continue their journey for more candy. Just as he was about to close the door, he spotted a familiar face walking up the sidewalk towards him. It was Sarah, Sam's sister, donning a classic black witch's hat over her long hair and wearing a playful smirk on her face. Their eyes met.

Sarah stood before Bucky, her face lit up with a brilliant smile. “Trick r’ treat!” she said.

He was temporarily stunned by her beauty before composing himself.

"Hey! What are you supposed to be? Aren’t you old for trick-or-treating?" He joked, looking at her costume and wondering why she had come to his neighborhood.

"I'm old enough, thank you very much," She chuckled teasingly, sticking her tongue out playfully. Bucky noticed that Sarah was alone and asked about her boys AJ and Cass.

"Oh, I just dropped them off at a friend's place a few blocks away from here," She answered, grinning shyly as she revealed her true purpose: to visit him. "They're all trick-or-treating together, so I thought I'd swing by and see you."

Bucky felt his heart swell with warmth as he imagined her thinking of him. It was like a dream come true. He opened the door wider to welcome her in, and when she entered, they both erupted into laughter at the sight of all the candy bags he had bought.

"Okay, that's SO much candy! The kids will love you!" Sarah said, still stifling giggles.

"I'm trying to get rid of them," he said sheepishly as he directed her to the bowl on the entry table near the door.

Sarah laughed again at his over-preparedness before following Bucky to his kitchen, where he opened the fridge and asked if she wanted any refreshments.

"I have beer, apple cider, sparkling water..." She accepted his offer enthusiastically with a look of admiration.

"Oh, apple cider would be amazing!"

He twisted open an apple cider for her and handed it across the counter while opening himself a bottle of beer. Bucky could hear children's voices from outside, but there were no trick-or-treaters yet who had arrived and rang his doorbell. There was a small lull before another surge of trick-or-treaters came.

The two caught up so naturally. Bucky could feel an ease in their conversation as Sarah shared stories about her two boys deciding to be Sherlock Holmes and one a t-rex for Halloween. They even talked about the best costumes they've seen so far, reminiscing about their childhood trick-or-treating experiences.

As the night wore on, Bucky found himself completely entranced by Sarah's infectious laughter and sparkling eyes. They moved to the living room couch, sitting side by side in close proximity. He couldn't help but lean in closer to her as she spoke, wanting to absorb every word she said like a sponge.

Suddenly, they were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Bucky glanced at his watch and noticed it was getting pretty late - it must have been close to 10 pm already.

"Let me get that," he said quickly, feeling the familiar pang of disappointment when he realized their intimate conversation had come to an end. He stood up and took his bowl of candy before opening the door.

"Trick-or-treat!" A group of four kids dressed as Pokemon with their parents dressed as a Pokemon Trainer greeted him. Bucky smiled warmly and spoke kindly to the little elementary school kids, nodding in approval at their costumes and giving them generous amounts of candy.

Sarah peered over the couch to watch Bucky interact with the children and felt her heart swell with admiration. More and more trick-or-treaters kept coming until it seemed like the line would never end. At one point, Sarah decided to join Bucky in front of the doorway, giving out candy alongside him from a bag she took off the counter.

The line continued for a solid fifteen minutes until another lull came forth and no new trick-or-treaters came by. Bucky closed the door and joined Sarah on the couch as they both flopped down in exhaustion.

"Tiring, huh?" Sarah asked with twinkling eyes as she settled into the spot beside him.

Bucky gave her a sheepish smile and ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. "It feels like it never ends…" He paused and added with a hint of mischief in his voice, "But I don't mind it too much when I have a beautiful woman by my side."

"I..." she was almost taken aback by his forwardness, then her smile widened, revealing small dimples along the sides of her mouth. "You could always just leave the bowl outside and just let them take whatever they want."

"You think that'll work?" His heart raced as he moved closer to her on the couch.

"I think so," she said, her voice low and sultry as she scooted close to him. She grabbed the bowl of candy and rummaged through it.

"Looking for something specific?" he asked her, amused.

"Hmmm... I'm looking for a Hershey's chocolate bar, the white chocolate one." Bucky watched her closely, admiring how graceful her long fingers were as they searched through the bowl.

"There should be a ton there, not many kids picked them when I let them select which candies to get." Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him, and he felt drawn into her gaze.

"Are you kidding? They're so picky nowadays, huh?" They laughed together, and the room seemed to heat up exponentially with each passing second.

"Ah! I found one! I couldn't pass up all this free candy," Sarah teased as she pulled out a mini white chocolate bar. As she unwrapped it and took a small nibble, Bucky found himself mesmerized by those lush lips and the way they moved around the confection.

"Want a bite?" Sarah asked, catching his gaze and holding out the candy. She slowly bit the bottom of her lip before smiling at him innocently, but there was something else about her expression - an invitation - that made Bucky's stomach flip. He had been wanting to kiss those lips since he'd first seen them curve into that mischievous grin earlier tonight.

Heart pounding, Bucky's gaze slowly moved from Sarah's lips to her eyes. He leaned in, and instead of taking the offered candy, he brushed his lips against hers. They both gasped at the sudden contact, and as if this was a sign, their kiss deepened.

Sarah tasted like chocolate and felt so soft under his fingers as they explored each other's faces and bodies. His hands moved to her hips and pulled her closer until their bodies were flush against each other. Their tongues collided in a passionate dance of desire that left them both breathless when they finally pulled apart.

"That was..." Sarah whispered, trailing off with a sigh.

"Amazing," Bucky finished for her. The air was electric between them, heavy with unspoken longing that neither of them wanted to break.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang again and they jumped apart as if electrocuted, laughter bubbling out of them before they remembered why they were there. As Bucky went to answer the door, his mind was still on the kiss he had shared with Sarah moments ago.

As the night went on and more trick-r-treaters arrived and departed, the couple found themselves alone on the couch, close but not touching. Finally, Bucky spoke up. "Sarah, I know we've been friends only for a short time, but tonight...that kiss...I can't stop thinking about it." Sarah smiled at him from under her eyelashes, and he could see the same desire reflected in her eyes that he was feeling in his own heart. Without another word, their lips met again and this time it was slow and tender - like two puzzle pieces coming together after searching for so long.

Sarah gently pulled away from Bucky and pressed her body against his, her arms wrapping around his neck as though she never wanted to let go. "Bucky... I've always wanted to do this with you," she said softly.

As her lips met him, a spark of electricity coursed through her body. She felt the warmth radiating from his chest and the gentle beat of his heart as she pressed herself closer into him. The kiss grew more passionate with each passing moment, and Sarah felt an intense desire building inside of her.

She reached up to grasp Bucky's face in her hands and trace the outline of it with her fingertips. His long, wavy hair was so soft against her skin that she wanted to keep touching it forever. He repositioned them both on the couch, so she was straddling him with her legs on either side of his thighs.

Sarah could feel Bucky's excitement pressing into her, and his hands moved up under her shirt to explore the warmth of her skin. She gasped at his touch and dug her fingers into his back, wanting this moment to never end.

Suddenly, Bucky pulled away and looked deep into her eyes. In a voice full of longing he whispered "Sarah – I want you" and at that moment, all doubts fled from Sarah's mind - she knew this is what she wanted too.

Without another word, she pressed her lips against his once more and this time they were both overcome with passion. Bucky grabbed her hips and pressed her close to him, their bodies melting together as his fingers ran up her back before unfastening her bra, revealing her creamy skin beneath the moonlight that filtered through the window. She held her breath as his hands moved across her body, exploring every curve with delicate touches and sending sparks of pleasure through her veins. He left trails of fire over her neck as his lips traveled down before lightly brushing over one nipple, eliciting a soft gasp from Sarah's lips.

Just then, Sarah's phone started ringing, and the sound of it shattered the silence in the room like a gunshot. She wanted to ignore it, but she knew it was likely her sons calling to let her know they'd be ready to be picked up soon. With a reluctant groan, she pulled away from Bucky and grabbed her phone, which stopped ringing before she could answer it.

A quick glance confirmed it was indeed her kids, and a text message from her kid's friend's mom indicated that they were done trick-or-treating and ready to be picked up. "I don't wanna go," Sarah said with a sigh.

Bucky wrapped his strong arms around her, giving her a sad smile and planting a kiss on her forehead. His breath tickled her skin as he whispered gently, "Me neither," in response to her words, then attempted to lighten the mood with a joke about their unusual entourage. They both laughed, and Sarah could feel the tension melting like ice in the sun.

Bucky pulled her close and nuzzled against her neck, sending tingles of pleasure down her spine before she reluctantly leaned back from his embrace. She looked into his eyes and saw something that made her heart skip a beat – it was longing, familiar and yet fresh and new at the same time. Locked in each other's gaze, Sarah raised herself to capture Bucky's lips in a soft kiss.

She smiled as she pulled away from him and started gathering her clothes off the floor, nerves suddenly bubbling up inside of her when Sarah realized how bold she had been. Before she could put on her shirt, however, Bucky stood up and stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm. He cupped her face tenderly between his hands and searched for something in her eyes.

"We'll have to finish this later," he murmured softly. Another shiver coursed through Sarah's body as she looked into his beautiful blue eyes, nodding in agreement to his suggestion before leaning forward to give him one last kiss goodbye.

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[homomenhommes]

STORY: Ups And Downs 29

Dreams

Once I got back to San Diego, I spent the next three days doing two things: helping Kim prepare for the annual Halloween bash and re-reading all of my favorite Brock Archer stories—which means all of them. And, of course, I beat off a lot. That’s three things, you say? Actually, I don’t think it’s possible to read a Brock Archer story and not beat off or fuck the first person you see, so I count those as one thing.

Of course, there were plenty of opportunities to fuck and no shortage of guys who were willing and eager, but I had a lot on my mind after the trip back east, and I just wanted some time to decompress.

On my first full night back home, I got a call from my sister Amy. She had heard from our brother Eric and said she was delighted that the two of us had bonded. “He’s almost as proud of you as I am,” she gloated.

We talked for over an hour. She wanted to hear every little detail of my trip to New York and Connecticut. I told her all about it, leaving out the most salacious details, of course, which she nevertheless coaxed out of me. She brought me up to date on everything that was happening back home. “Dad is still being a dick,” she said, “but not as bad as he was. He’s coming around slowly.”

“What about you?” I asked. “You got a boyfriend?”

“Oh, loads of ‘em,” she teased. She then proceeded to tell me about how handsome they all were and what big dicks they had. “And they really know how to use them,” she boasted.

“You’re just saying that to make me jealous,” I laughed.

The next night I got another call—this one from my brother Eric. He told me how glad he was that we had some time together in Greenwich but lamented that the time was so short. “You’ll have to come visit us in New Haven,” he said. “Cindy is dying to meet you. And so are some of my buddies from Yale,” he snickered.

I thanked him for buying the four sketches of my initiation at the auction, and he pretended not to know what I was talking about. Big brothers!

Mr. Block and Woody flew back from New York three days after I did. Since Rafael was gone, I was now the chief chauffeur, so it was my duty to pick them up at the airport. Naturally, I was   excited to see them again, but I was also apprehensive. I never got the chance to talk to Mr. Block about secretly being Brock Archer. I thought maybe I would get my chance in the limousine as I drove them home, but the two of them sat in the back seat chatting with each other. They did greet me, and Mr. Block asked how I was doing. “Fine,” I said with a pasted-on smile, and then the two of them basically ignored me the rest of the way home.

The next day I went through my regular chores, washing the cars, cleaning the pool, and helping Ron with the cleaning and Kim with preparations for the big party. At dinner, Mr. Block and Woody focused mostly on getting caught up with Kim and Ron. I guess they figured they didn’t need to catch up with me since I had been with them most of the time. Even so, I can’t deny that I felt a bit like I was being ignored. Truth be told, I felt like I was slowly drifting away, and I didn’t know what to do about it.

After dinner, I decided to escape to the library. There was no one else there as I browsed the shelves for a literary diversion. I had read enough porn the past few days; now I needed something different, so I pulled a Simon Tracker thriller off the shelf, took a seat at the long, empty library table, and drowned myself in the fantasy.

“How ya doin’, Joe?” Woody asked perfunctorily as he strode briskly across the library toward the door to his office. “Fine,” I said in the same hollow tone I had used in replying to the same question from Mr. Block the day before. Woody, already past me, froze in his tracks, turned, and strolled back toward me, taking a position standing across the table from me.

“Joe, what’s wrong?” he asked, propping his hands on the back of the chair across from me and leaning in. And for a moment, I thought he really cared, but then I shrugged it off.

“Nothing,” I replied.

“After the week you’ve just had, I would think you would be on cloud nine right now.”

Once again, I just shrugged and retreated into my book, but I could feel his stare piercing through the pages as he paused for what seemed like an eternity, waiting for me to reply. Eventually, he straightened up to his normal commanding posture, sighed, and said as he was walking away, “When you’re ready to tell me what’s bothering you, let me know.”

Just before he reached the door to his office, I called out, “Woody?”

“Yeah, champ?”

He had never called me that before, but it sounded so sincere, so reassuring, that I continued. “It was an incredible week, and I can’t thank you and Mr. Block enough for making it happen for me. I don’t know if I am on cloud nine, but I definitely feel like my head is in the clouds.”

By the time I had finished the sentence, Woody had strolled back to the table, pulled out the chair directly across from me, and sat down. “I’m listening,” he said, and I felt like he really was listening.

After taking a deep breath, I continued, “I think I’ve mentioned to you before that Brock Archer is my favorite writer.”

“Yeah,” I think you’ve mentioned it a time or two.”

I had to laugh because I knew I must have said it a thousand times.

“And when I saw that he is also an artist…and a damn good one…I got even more excited.” Woody just sat quietly, but I could tell that he was really listening, hearing me.

“And when I heard that he was at the art show, I couldn’t wait to meet him, but then when I learned that Brock Archer is actually Mr. Block, I felt.…”

“Felt what?” asked Woody when I cut my sentence short.

“I dunno,” I replied. “I guess I felt kind of…betrayed.”

“Betrayed?” Woody asked in reflexive consternation.

“Yeah, I dunno, I guess I just feel like you and he didn’t trust me enough to tell me—especially since everyone else seemed to know.”

“Not everyone,” Woody replied. “In fact, very few people know, but it’s not that Arthur…Mr. Block…doesn’t trust you. It’s just that…well, he’s a very private person, and we try to respect that.” Seeing the still-blank look on my face, Woody continued, “Look, Joe, if the shoe were on the other foot, he would show you the same courtesy. He likes you, Joe. He has made that abundantly clear, I think…especially this past week.”

“Yeah, I guess he has.”

“No, Joe. You know he has.”

“But why—”

“When Art started writing gay erotic fiction years ago, he was already a very successful businessman. Times were different then, and he was concerned that if people knew the truth, that might hurt his business, so he adopted the name Brock Archer as a cover, a pseudonym. Then, when he started painting a few years ago, he kept the same name, partly for the sake of privacy and partly because the name had become something of a brand.”

“I can see that,” I acknowledged. I was beginning to feel more relieved since Woody had gone beyond my immediate concern and was sharing more about Mr. Block than I had expected. “He must have been one helluva businessman,” I offered as I surveyed the room and tried to encompass the luxury surrounding us.

“He was,” said Woody. “Successful enough that he could afford that penthouse by Balboa Park.”

“And this,” I added, referring to the estate.

“All of this,” Woody explained, “was paid for by his ‘secret career.’”

“I love his stories,” I repeated, “and now I love his paintings, but I can’t imagine that he would have made enough money from those to buy this place and keep it running the way he does.”

“That’s not the ‘secret career’ I’m talking about.”

Seemingly changing the subject, Woody asked, “Are you a Simon Tracker fan?” pointing to the book I had been trying to read.

“Yeah.”

“And have you seen any of the movies that have been made from his books?”

“Sure,” I confessed, “they’ve all been box office hits,” and when Woody just sat there and smiled at me, I jumped, “Oh, hell, you’re not telling me that Arthur Block, a.k.a. Brock Archer, is also Simon Tracker?”

“Do you recall the first time you went into Art’s office?” Woody asked.

“Of course.”

 “And do you recall a man coming out of the office as you were going in?”

“The guy who looked a bit like George Clooney? Oh, fuck! That was George Clooney. He starred in a couple of those movies.”

“And he served as the executive producer, along with Brock Archer, of several others. Right now, he and Art are working on another one that is sure to be a blockbuster. That’s the reason the two of us stayed over in New York for three days, to go over some script and casting issues with him. They had chosen an actor to play the lead role, but then that asshole made some disparaging remarks about gays, so Art pulled him immediately just before shooting was to begin, and they had to find a replacement. Fortunately, Chris Evans was available.”

“Chris Evans? He is so fucking hot!”

“Yes, and after he heard about your artistic debut in Greenwich, he’s eager to meet you.”

I had to laugh at the teasing, but when I saw the way Woody was looking at me, I gushed, “Holy fuck! You’re not kidding are you?”

“He’s coming here next month to go over some script issues, and he wants to see your sketches. He might even want you to sketch him.”

“Oh my god! Am I dreaming?”

“Maybe,” replied Woody, “but the dream is real.”

After I threw myself back in my chair and gazed at the ceiling in wonderment, Woody reached out and put his hand on mine. “Joe, don’t ever hold this kind of shit in. Whenever something is bothering you, come talk to me, okay?”

Given the way Woody was looking at me, I thought I would melt into his eyes. All of a sudden I was feeling extremely aroused. Was it the thought of meeting that hunky Chris Evans, or was it the sensation of Woody’s hand on mine?

Either way, I sprouted a boner that required immediate attention, so when Woody got up and went into his office, I raced out to the pool and grabbed the first guy who smiled at me. I don’t think he knew what hit him, but he sure as hell knew what entered him. I grabbed his hand, pulled him up from his lounge chair, dragged him over to the grassy area, pressed him down on his knees, and shoved my cock into his mouth. He gagged but didn’t complain.

I skull-fucked him until I was almost ready to explode in his mouth, but I wanted more. I pushed him backward, lifted his ankles over my shoulder, and drove my cock into his fuck hole. As I fucked him mercilessly, other guys walked over to urge me on.

“Yeah, man! Fuck that frat boy. Fuck him good.”

“Hey, Pete. How do you like that dick? Give it to him, Joe. Drill him, man.”

“That’s what it feels like, dude. You’re gettin’ it from a pro.”

As I continued to ram the guy harder and faster, another guy sat on his face while another one worked on his cock. He squirmed, moaned, and screamed, but that just made the event all the more exciting. When the guy sitting on his face got up, two other guys shoved their rods into his mouth, alternately fucking his tonsils until they both shot all over his face. Those blasts triggered his own orgasm as he spewed his white seed all over himself, which launched my own orgasm. I came and came and came until I felt like I had dumped gallons into his guts and drained my body completely.

Sweating like a pig, I dragged myself over to the pool and fell in backwards. Once I surfaced, I swam to the opposite side of the pool and watched as the gang finished up with my prey, the guy they had called “Pete,” licking up all the cum and feeding it to him.

When one of the guys who had been egging me on swam up beside me, I asked, “What did you mean when you said, ‘That’s what it feels like’?”

“You didn’t know?”

“Know what?”

“Pete’s never been fucked before. He always brags about being this super-hot top and swore he would never take it up the ass. You got yourself a virgin tonight, bro.”

When the gang finished up with Pete and left him lying alone on the grass, I got out of the pool, walked over, and lay down beside him. “I’m really sorry, dude. I had no idea you had never…. I’m…I’m…really, really sorry.”

Pete’s face remained stoic until he finally spoke, “If you really want to make it up to me.…” But before he finished the sentence, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a deep, wet, very fucking hot kiss, and when he finally let up, he repeated, “If you really want to make it up to me, do it again.”

Pete spent the night in my bed with me that night. We fucked again that night and still again the next morning. I warned him that his ass was going to be very sore, but he just smiled and said, “Yeah, thanks for that.”

To be continued

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[rooftopwreck]

ooh ooh, 58 for the Spotify wrapped fic idea thing!

Hello, Hello TJ! I have two ideas for this!

The First one is a sequel to the angsty Modern AU Dreamuse Break Up I came up with for @ghostboyjules where in this one there's reconciliation, healing and a hopeful ending. Oh, just thinking about it makes me 🥺

The second one is set in 1989 where Hob thinks he got stood up. It's more of an introspective look on how Hob's feeling, starting to get a little drunk and melancholy as the day stretches into night as he waits in The White Horse.

I'll dive into the first scenario instead bc I have an actual idea for it than the second which is mostly just Hob having some sad lonely drunken musings before his night gets worse (he doesn't know about the pub shutting down yet rip)

My mind is complicated Find it hard to rearrange it But I'll have to find a way somehow Overreacting lately Find it hard to say I'm sorry But I'll make it up to you somehow

Years after their mutual break up, Dream and Calliope happen to run into one another (haven't decided should it be a quiet balcony at a Gala or something more mundane). They have polite (albeit stiff) conversation, making nice and catching up. After that they can't seem to stop happening across one another, it's almost as though it's fate.

They continue to make polite conversation each time. Once, Dream makes a dry remark, it makes Calliope laugh. Dream is simultaneously delighted by her joy and overcome with a sense of grief. He takes his leave shortly after but not before Calliope suggests it would be nice to keep in contact again.

Dream struggles with the love he had for Calliope, their falling out, his own failures in their relationship, how they seem to get along better than ever despite their interactions are tainted by shadows of their past and how it feels the same but also very different. She feels different but also the same. He wonders if he's changed at all and if the man he is now is worth her time despite everything that's happened.

Seeing her again brought back old grievances, not against her but himself. He considers making amends if he wants them to start again as friends. He has missed her dearly.

Did I miscalculate this? Let's just go back to basics Forget about what's come and gone 'Cause I hate to see us like this Breaking up on nights just like this We should be shooting for them stars of gold

It is good to see him again, Calliope thinks. It might have been good to hom too, she thinks. That is until he suddenly froze up and backpaddled out of the conversation at the speed of light, but never in an undignified way, just as he used to. After so many years, she thought she had a good enough read on him, that he did not hate her as she initially thought, that he was comfortable with her. Perhaps she is mistaken, perhaps she is too hasty in her desire to have Dream warm up again, perhaps he was reminded of their past and remembered he would rather not reconnect.

Calliope wishes they could put aside their past and work towards something new. They've both changed a lot, they're not the same as they once were. Their relationship will not be that of the past. It can be something new if Dream comes around to the idea.

So tell me you want it A thousand miles away from the day that we started But I'm standing here with you just tryna be honest If honesty means telling you the truth I guess we lost our focus And it's killing me that we could go to war like this But I'm standing here with you just tryna be honest If honesty means telling you the truth Well I'm still in love with you

They make tentative steps together, navigating this new friendship. Sometimes, they make more mistakes than they do progress. Sometimes, they make leaps and bounds, bonding in a way they haven't before. It is good, they are good. Things are alright, they're more than alright.

Dream has not smiled quite so much in a long time. Calliope's eyes twinkle brightly as she teases him. Her smile soothes something inside him, it settles him. It is not to say she has lost her spark, but it is a warm, almost banked fire, instead of one that rages wildly. He feels at ease, like he belongs.

He freezes. He had not intended this to happen, but between their conversations and not-dates since they first reconnected, he's in love with her. He had been, but it's different but still the same. He should leave. He needs to go, he cannot burden her with this. This was not what Calliope had desired when she suggested they keep in touch. He's fucked this up again. He needs to go.

Calliope's hand settles on his and pulls him back. She calmly asks him not to panic and run, to please talk to her if there is something wrong, to be honest.

So, he does. He's still in love with her, new and different. He's fucked up their friendship by carrying this torch, if he hasn't already, then he will. He doesn't know what will happen next, he's terrified of losing her again after just having her back in his life.

Oh, we'll be alright Oh, it'll be alright Oh, we'll be alright Oh, it'll be alright

Calliope cups her hand around his and gently says she loves him too. Whatever comes next, they'll figure it out together. This time, they'll be alright.

#thank you for sending a number!! i cant believe the numbers worked out nicely that i can give them a better ending 😭😭😭 #fic idea kinda just turned into quasi fic musing oops! (haha muse-ing) #I hope you had some fun reading this monster. i am clearly no writer but i enjoyed doing this immensely 💜 #asks #tj_dragonblade #v's chatter

[arien-elensar]

Request: atem/anzu with atem info dumping game lore to anzu and anzu is deeply into it

WONDER:

Anzu opened the door to the game shop one afternoon to find Atem manning the counter alone.

“Hey, is Yugi, out?” Anzu inquired.

“Yes, he had some errands to run,” Atem replied.

Usually, he’d then ask after her day and they’d go from there. But today, Atem appeared quiet and lost in thought.

“Is everything okay?” Anzu inquired.

“Yes, a shipment was just dropped off at the wrong address,” Atem replied.

“No, I mean you? You seem preoccupied,” she clarified.

“Oh, I’m fine,” he said, flashing her a comforting smile. “I just can’t get my mind off this new game Yugi introduced me to.”

“What is it?” Anzu asked, curious.

“It’s the Elder Age. Anzu, it’s like a world in itself!” Atem exclaimed; eyes now alight with wonder like she hadn’t seen since his initial return. “I can get lost in it for hours. There’s so much to see and do.”

“Yes, the technology these days is something else,” Anzu agreed, relieved that his quietness stemmed from such an innocent preoccupation rather than any trouble.

“Yes, the technology, but just the history alone is fascinating,” he then went on to recount the many characters and their backstories he’d come to enjoy. Anzu watched his eyes continue to shine as his hands attempted to shape the wonders he’d experienced. It was a delight to see him both so animated and excited. Anzu’s heart fluttered at his joy, so much so, that she felt the first tendrils of something she thought she’d managed to bury. But, surely it was too early, in his return for her to reveal such feelings?

With a soft smile and a hand upon his, she stopped him in his recounting. He looked at her with mild confusion.

“It sounds like you should be upstairs playing this game,” Anzu said. “I’ll watch the shop in the meantime and join you when Yugi returns.”

“Oh, thank you, Anzu, but I wouldn’t have you take over my duties like that,” though he looked tempted. “I hope I haven’t been boring you with my rambling?”

“Not at all! I love hearing you talk about something that’s captured so much of your interest,” Anzu exclaimed. And with a smile, “it’s good to see you happy.”

Atem returned the smile, causing Anzu’s heart to melt. She reached for his hand once more and gave it a quick squeeze. “Now, tell me more about that woman character.”

“Oh yes!” he launched back into a detailed description and explanation of the game’s world and all he hoped to learn.

They were still there when Yugi returned well past closing time. But Anzu didn’t mind. Enjoying Atem’s voice in a way she’d only dreamed they could. And for the time, her heart was content.

#revolutionshipping #mazaki anzu #tea gardner #yami yugi #atem #yugioh #duel monsters

[brighteststar707]

It was very difficult to choose :") but I narrowed it down to 3!

-Being spun into a kiss

-Kisses for distraction

-Stealing a kiss even if you risk getting caught

Please write any of these you like for Saeyoung!

I'm really happy you have some time now, for yourself and your hobbies! Do take care of yourself and take your time writing <33

Hi! Thank you for the request and your sweet message! You're always so kind <3

I'll be honest, I saw Stealing a kiss even if you risk getting caught and kind of ran with it 😅, so here's that!

Saeyoung - Stealing a kiss even if you risk getting caught

On the drive over to the C&R building, Saeyoung is impatient. He keeps meeting your eyes in the rear-view mirror and tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. He’s waiting for something, and you have a feeling you’re about to find out what that is soon enough.

He parks in the spot Jumin has reserved for him, and Saeran is the first out of the car. He stands close by, waiting for you both to get out of the car to enter with him.

It was Jumin’s idea to start holding monthly party planning meetings, after the success of your first party. He had Jaehee free up a slot in their schedules and set up a room at C&R for you all to meet at.

Despite Zen’s initial complaints, you all grew to enjoy the meetings. It was a rare opportunity for you all to come together and discuss any new ideas. You suspected it was also a good way for Jumin to keep an eye on all the members, to make sure that nobody was struggling without him noticing.

The three of you walk into the air-conditioned lobby, show the receptionist your RFA cards (curtesy of Saeyoung – a new security measure), and make your way towards the lifts.

Yoosung slips through the doors just before they close, out of breath. He cheerfully greets the three of you and quickly falls into conversation with Saeran.

When the doors open, they leave first, quickly falling into step with each other. You start to follow behind them, but Saeyoung slips his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers and pulling you back towards him.

You turn to him to see what’s stopping him, and he flashes you a playful smile that you recognize all too well.

“Take a quick detour with me?”

“Saeyoung, the meeting is about to start,”

“They won’t miss us for a few minutes…”

“I’m the party planner,” you try to reason, though you know you sound half-hearted. You can’t deny him when he’s like this, wide eyed and pleading.

“Please?” He knows he has already won.

“Fine.”

He cheers and pulls you with him down the hall, the opposite way of the meeting room.

“So, where are we going?”

“I’ve been looking for good hiding places at C&R for a while,” he says. He’s counting the doors as you walk, so you’re sure he’s looking for something specific. It wouldn’t surprise you if he had the layout of the building memorized.

“And what would you need a hiding spot for?”

“Well… I’d rather show you… past the vending machine and…here!”

He tries the door to your left and to his delight, it opens without issue. He looks up and down the hall to make sure nobody’s watching, then pulls you into the room with him. It’s dark, but judging by the size, he has found a supply closet.

His hands find your shoulders, trace your neck up your jaw, and pull you closer to him.

He has found you a closet to make out in.

You want to laugh, tease him for getting you to sneak around like teenagers, but then his lips crash into yours and you’re suddenly very thankful for his little detour. He presses you against the door, tangles his fingers in your hair, and you’re lost.

You’re pulled back to reality by the sound of voices coming down the hall, chatting animatedly.

Saeyoung puts his fingers to your lips, gesturing for you to be quiet. They’re close enough to hear you through the door.

“ – you lend me some cash for the vending machine, Zen? I promise I’ll pay you back!”

“You always say that. Anyway, you shouldn’t eat those snacks, they’re bad for you.”

Yoosung huffs dejectedly and Saeyoung chuckles softly under his breath.

Despite them being so close, he doesn’t let go of you. Instead, he dips his head down and peppers your neck with feather-light kisses, daring you to make a sound. The others outside only spur him on, you think. The suspense of getting caught (as if your friends haven’t caught you countless times), you holding your breath and his fingertips digging into your skin are all part of the game.

#kissing the rfa #mystic messenger #mystic messenger saeyoung #mysme saeyoung #saeyoung choi #mystic messenger saeyoung choi #mysme luciel #luciel choi #mysme seven #707 #my writing

[scorchedhearth]

Day. 18 LET’S BREAK THE ICE

"Just get it over with." |  Treading Water | "Take my Coat"

something fun today because inspiration is at a net zero and i really missed writing this asshole

By the time Midnighter reaches the panic room, he is tired, pissed and, most importantly, late. That does it for him, taking this already bad day to the shit tier faster than a bullet drops. He slowly unclenches the fingers of his fist, lets go of the collar of goon number 48 he’s been dragging behind him for the past two minutes and drops him on the step of the heavy door.

“So,” he says and pauses to spit some bits of flesh clumping on his tongue. “The way I see it, there are only two ways this can go. You either kindly and promptly open this door for me, or I make you learn the names of all the bones in your body.” He tilts his head down to look at the goon who’s trying to put on a brave face. “And I am an excellent teacher,” he grins, knows the bloodied teeth will show nicely. “I bet you’re a visual learner, just like me.”

“There’s no code, it’s a remote access and I don’t have access,” he says and squares his jaw, meeting him with a brave glare. He’s not lying the computer in his brain tells him, he’s just some low-level push paper they dropped in his way in a vain effort to slow him. They wouldn’t have told him the code for the coffee machine. “I swear I don’t.”

“Alright.” The odds of punching his way through the door aren’t looking so bright, but since when has that ever stopped him? He walks up to the door, coiled his shoulders and readies his fist before he hears a soft hiss. Turns out he doesn’t even need to use brute force, the two halves smoothly slide open before him, revealing a large hall and who even has the time to build these secret bunkers buried underground.

Midnighter rolls his eyes as he walks in, greeted by the infectious smell of septic hospital and putrid rot. He spots Lewis in a platform strung high above the room, wearing his stupid glove and taunting him with a smile. “Hey!” Midnighter hackles him, because he really doesn’t wanna play games. “You thought you could hide from me?”

“No, Midnighter,” he says, sickly sweet. “I was merely preparing for your arrival here. I have a gift for you.” And that is a sentence that never precedes something good, he should know.

“I’ve cut short a very nice day off just for you, shithead,” Midnighter pushes his hands in his pockets and grabs the collapsable staff he keeps there, keeps it in his fist. “And I have a date with my husband tonight, which I’m already late to and he’s not gonna be happy about that. You better appreciate my presence here and make it worth my while, or I will be very, very pissed.”

“Oh, I believe I will, Midnighter.” He smirks again and pushes a couple buttons, which reveals doors on both sides of the room, two huge robot suits walking out and into the hall with him. So the plans of discount robocops he cooked up aren’t strictly theoretical anymore, M notes. He was supposed to only burn computers, but he’s not against flaming a couple robots either. “These are my last creation, much better than the previous generation. You will find them-.”

“Save your breath, ‘Bert,” M cuts him off and grins. “I know exactly how this is going to go. I know which button you’ll push, and which one will move first. I’ve run this through a million times already, and I know every outcome possible, and I know which one I wanna take. I’ve already won.”

Lewis expression sours, which delights Midnighter. Now, he knows he will send robot one first, the one on his left, this will give him the initial advantage and protect his right side with the knee he messed up when he got there. After that, it’s all smooth sailing, he’s already noticed the weakness in the joint when they walk and hardly hidden battery and main electronics underneath the thickest parts of the armor.

“Just get it over with,” he taunts once more and predictably, as expected, it pushes him over the edge and sends the robot after M. Now it’s getting fun, he thinks as he pushes himself off the ground and readies his staff. He might make it home just in time for dessert.

#midnighter #wt22