Hi! There are role swap AUs of them already and I love them so much, so I tried making my own too! You should know that this is entirely self-indulgent like anything else I draw askdaslds
There is Mareach and Bowuigi bc yes alskdklasd and a tiny bit of one-sided Luaisy that leads to nothing because Luigi's a married man 😔
I had other drawings of them, but they're not colored yet and I wanted to share the idea already sjsjs
Here's some ideas for this AU!
-Mario's the Mushroom Kingdom Princess and his parents are the King and Queen. Luigi used to be the other princess, green princess or green princess Mario (as in, his bro Mario, not his last name Mario 😔), but he married Bowser and became the Queen of the Darklands :y Everyone in there respects and remembers his name, he's built a really good reputation for himself by simply being himself, in this house we believe in the 'Luigi is the Darklands' hero' hc too. Their aunt and uncles (and cousin) rule Sarasaland.
-(King boo's a Darklands ally but still hates Queen Luigi from that one time he wiped clean his mansion when the king kidnapped Mario. Luigi's scared of ghosts still too, but Junior always reassures him he's gonna beat them up if they try scaring his mama (I drew it actually, I'm gonna color it too!))
-When the bros were 20 Bowser at first tried kidnapping Princess Mario, and Mario was ready to beat his ass but they ended up talking about ally-making and ruling a kingdom as Bowser just got crowned king. Mario advised him to listen to his advisor and other stuff and by the time Luigi caught the koopa ship, ready to bonk Bowser in the head with his comically large hammer, the princess and king made plans of starting a treaty.
>Anyways, they met often after that when Bowser went to plan the treat with the Mario King and Queen. Luigi fell for Bowser and Bowser fell harder and Mario regretted talking to Bowser and should have instead just beat him up. He's happy for his bro though. When they married and had Junior and adopted the koopalings he decided that he was very happy that he talked to Bowser. He loves how happy Luigi is.
-Princess Mario accomplishes many things and excels at almost anything he tries, and all the toads treat him as a hero as well as a princess and all, so his dad doesn't think he's a failure, but still bothers him by urging him to get married ever since he turned thirty. He often compares him to Luigi, who got married at 23 and in the present had eight kids with his husband. Mario doesn't give a shit about marrying soon, but wished his dad would stop being annoying. His mamma is a sweetheart as always and often tells her husband to leave him alone. King Mario is stubborn as hell though (his two boys got that from him), so he doesn't.
-Peach and Daisy are cousins and they were trying to start a business together, though they weren't still sure about what (you know as Princess Peach and Daisy have many businesses together in canon aksdla), but before they could settle anything they somehow fell in the pipe and Peach landed in the Mushroom Kingdom and Daisy in the Darklands.
-Bowser still steals the Super Star, but in hopes of giving Luigi the coolest anniversary gift ever, as it's their seventh and all that. He very often gives him all sort of things, like great statues, many many dresses and all the stuff that he knows Luigi loves. Being the himbo he is, he's genuinely concerned that Luigi wouldn't like something unless it is completely new and has never been gifted to him at all. Of course, Luigi would love anything he'd give him, because Bowser's gifts are always made with love. By the end of the things, Luigi tells Bowser so and calls him an idiot affectionally, and also makes him return the Super Star. (movie-like, you know, since this is somehow a retelling alksdlasd)
-Based on what I read at discord, if you're who wrote it, pls know that i love your ideas jsjs- Bowser has set up many statues of Luigi that are of a nice stone color and has gems in its eyes to glow under the lava and the sun when it's out. Imagine that one Luigi render where he's got an arm raised and the other nicely by his side and he's smiling, that's the main statue of Queen Luigi sjjds. They contrast greatly against Bowser's, that were made to make his fierceness stand out, unlike Luigi's that highlight his kindness.
-In the piano scene, Bowser is playing and singing and Luigi's laying on his stomach over the piano's surface (no idea if that's possible but humor me alkdalsd) and listens with the most besotted expression ever, resting his face on his palms. When Kamek interrupts them Luigi's not mad or anything, but Bowser really glares at the magikoopa.
-Junior finds Daisy and brings her to the castle, in hopes that his mama and papa will help her, because they're the greatest people in the whole world and they can do anything.
-Daisy and Luigi quickly become friends, making Bowser jealous of the other human, especially because Daisy from time to time looks at Luigi as if she like-liked him. Not that he thought Luigi had eyes for anyone else beside him, but it was still annoying. And Diasy, for all she annoyed him, seemed to fully respect that Luigi was happily married.
-Daisy teases Bowser mercilessly too, at first clueless that she's supposed to be terrified and respect this guy like everyone else does (maybe Junior takes her to him first, and completely forgetting Junior's initial rambling about his family, she doesn't realize Bowser's the king, but when she meets Luigi, she sees his crown and fancy clothes and immediately knows she gotta be respectful to this guy. She doesn't know how royals are in this lava world, after all), but she keeps doing it, knowing the koopa king may look terrifying but he's mostly bark and no bite.
-DK and Mario are friends and they often meet up to beat the shit out of the other, or sparring as it's called, I think. The first time they did it, Mario got the cat power up and destroyed DK in front of the kong king and other kongs, and since then Cranky doesn't dislike Mario so much, and the others respect him greatly too.
-Mareach,,, they look at eachother and sparkles are in there too. Peach doesn't brutally throw Mario to the ground or anything, but he loses his breath anyways because of her beauty. Also, Mario's type is beautiful tall women (and tall idiot men, maybe his dad suggests DK as a husband and Mario's like ew dad, we're just friends. Or maybe... Donkareach... I like the fics that has them, but idk for this).
-Toad as a wingman, he doesn't care how obvious he is, he's gonna make Princess Mario and his new friend Peach be together, because they clearly like-like the other.
That's all I got for now askdalsd thanks if you read my ramblings, sorry if there's mistakes in writing.
I'm gonna color the stuff I got left and maybe draw more, but knowing myself I dunno if I will anytime soon 😔 Also I go back to college the next week sadly sjsjd
Got any thoughts on the AU? Tell cuz I'd love to know c:< but only if it's nice thoughts, I'm sensitive akdalsd
SUMMARY: The Octatrio takes you to the ocean, where you explore a shipwreck with them!!
WARNINGS: Jade & Floyd being slightly threatening? They imply that they'll drown you lol sillies.
COMMENTS: i had this in the works for like a week and i really like how it turned out!! (i'm especially fond of the floyd parts hehe) THERES ALSO SOME DEUCE CONTENT BC I COULDNT HELP MYSELF but thats only in the beginning wahhwawah ANYWAYS i hope ygys like this one!!!!!!!! im excited to hear what you all think!!!!!!!!
You slowly unfasten your arms from around Deuce’s waist as the blastcycle skids to a stop. Vehicles in Twisted Wonderland are still incredibly hard to get used to, even though you’ve been here for longer than you want to think about.
“Thanks for the ride.” you lean back, swinging your legs over the side with a smile, “I appreciate it.”
“Ah…no problem.” Deuce replies, eyes darting from the seemingly empty shoreline to you, “Just…if anything happens, call me. Okay?”
You sigh, touched by his concern. Lifting your hand, you extend your pinkie to him. He wraps his pinkie around yours, and when you whisper that you promise, he nods and lets you go.
“Thank you,” Deuce whispers.
It’s nice having people who want to protect you.
He drives off and you wave, even though his back is turned to you and it wouldn’t be safe for him to wave back. Once the roaring engine has faded completely, you turn your attention to the beach. There’s a set of wooden stairs leading down to the bay, and you take them down. The sand feels warm and inviting, and you kick your shoes off without a second thought. It’s odd, your three companions should be here by now, but you don’t question it too much. Those three do what they want when they want to, and there’s no telling what they decided to do today.
You spend a few minutes swiping at the sand, collecting a small pile of pretty shells. It’s a modest collection, nothing to write home about, but the childish act alone fills you with a glee you haven’t felt in quite a long time.
Perhaps Azul was right. A trip to the sea really might be all you need.
“Hello, angelfish.” a familiar voice croons from behind you.
You turn and barely manage to contain your surprise when you see Azul in casual shorts and a shirt. Although it’s plenty warm outside, the mental image you have of him always wears a suit. It’s a nice change.
“Hello, Azul.” you smile, and take the hand he extends to you.
A kiss that burns hotter than the sun is pressed to the back of your hand. Your arms fall back to your side far too soon.
“I do hope you’ll enjoy this little trip I’ve planned.” he muses, turning his attention to the water, “There’s a shipwreck a little ways from here that Floyd and Jade wanted to explore, you see. Bad things happen when I don’t indulge those two.”
Something tells you that you are also part of that indulgence.
“Where are they?” you ask, scanning the wide expanse of golden sand, “I didn’t see them when I arrived.”
“Ah…” Azul winces and shakes his head, pointing a single finger toward the water.
You turn just in time to see two pairs of glowing eyes peeking up from the water. They’re gone in an instant, and if it wasn’t for Azul’s uneasiness you would have thought you imagined it.
“They’re very sneaky, aren’t they?” you murmur.
Azul nods.
You shake your head, mimicking Azul’s earlier actions. Except you decide to take the route the three of them probably wouldn’t expect.
And so you start walking towards the water.
Azul sucks in air through his teeth and grabs your arm as if warning you not to go.
“It’ll be fine.” you turn back to him and pat his hand, offering him the most reassuring smile you can manage, “If Floyd gets a little too rambunctious and forgets that I can’t breathe underwater, I’ll have you to stop them.”
Azul hesitates but lets you go. He does follow you though, which is rather endearing.
It’s nice having people who want to protect you.
Once you reach the water, you start to sink into the sand. You keep walking until it’s reached your knees. There isn’t any sign of them, but you’re sure Floyd will ambush you sooner or later. You start moving again, eventually wading into the deeper part of the shoreline. Azul watches you apprehensively.
Something brushes your foot.
You can’t help but jerk, but the ticklish sensation makes you laugh.
Someone pinches your thigh, and you swat at them.
There’s a swarm of bubbles that surrounds you, and for a second you swear you can see a tail flick out of the water before a giant merman jumps out of the water and body slams you into the waves.
“Shrimpy!” Floyd cheers, squashing your faces together and splashing salt water everywhere.
“Hi, Floyd.” you giggle as he digs his webbed fingers into your sides.
“My my. No greeting for me?” Jade pouts, resting his chin on your other shoulder, “You’re so heartless, Pearl.”
“You didn’t even give me a chance!” you laugh, running your fingers through their hair, “Hello, Jade. I’m very happy to see the two of you.”
“Will you two be more gentle with them!?” Azul hollers, a sour look on his face, “They haven’t taken the potion yet, so you should be cautious!”
Floyd sinks into the water and blows annoyed bubbles. Jade just smiles serenely, making no move to leave your side. Azul groans loudly, exasperated.
“Azul, it’s okay.” you call, slowly making your way towards the shoreline with two mermen in tow, “If I didn’t want them here, I wouldn’t have come into the water.”
“Well, there you have it.” Jade smiles triumphantly, wrapping his tail around your leg, “The Little Pearl doesn’t mind one bit, do they Floyd?”
“Yeah, Jade. They don’t mind at all.” Floyd grins menacingly, wrapping his tail around your other leg.
“Guys, I need those.” you remind them gently, and they begrudgingly let you go.
It’s funny how they listen to you and not the man they call boss (who is still fuming on the shoreline.)
You clamber out of the water with the grace of a crab as Jade and Floyd continue to pinch at your legs. You’re only safe when Azul catches you in his arms, lips pursed and hair tousled from the wind.
“What’s this potion I’m supposed to take?” you ask, paying no mind to the splash of water that hits you in the shins.
“Ah. It’s a water breathing potion.” Azul hums, clearly proud of himself, “I brewed it myself, so rest assured, it will work. The potion allows you to breathe and see underwater with minimal difficulty. Your payment for the potion will be assisting us in collecting artifacts and such from the shipwreck I mentioned previously.”
You have a feeling that all that meant was your payment is spending time with us.
You suppose they are rather lonely, with their reputations and all. Azul especially, with that sensitive heart of his.
“Okay,” you say softly, following him as he leads you to a neat row of duffel bags. He leans down and unzips the one with a cute little octopus charm and produces a purple glass bottle. The cork is shaped like a clam shell, and you marvel at how pretty of a bottle it is for only a few seconds before you look at Azul.
The sea is dangerous, you remind yourself. But these three will protect you.
“Now, I will not be joining you.” Azul declares, taking out a book from the same duffel bag, “So you may go with Jade and Floyd.”
He plops down in the sand, opens the book, and ends the conversation.
What?
You must have stood there for far too long because Azul looks up at you over the rim of his glasses as if you’re the one doing something weird.
“Come on Azul!” Floyd yells from the sea, “Shrimpy doesn’t care!”
“Indeed. And you were so excited about this trip, too. I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t want to come.” Jade sighs, shaking his head in disappointment, “There’s nothing to be done about it, I suppose. It looks like we’ll be getting the pretty little pearl all to ourselves, won’t we, Floyd?”
“Oooh, yeah!” Floyd beams, tongue flicking out between his sharp teeth, “All to ourselves, Jade.”
You see Azul’s eyebrow twitch.
Floyd groans, seemingly annoyed at Azul’s lack of reaction, and shifts his targeted jeers to you.
“Shrimpy! I can tell you why Azul doesn’t want to go!” Floyd yells, flailing his arms around, “He doesn’t want you to see his merform! He’s super squishy and slow!”
“Now, now. That’s rude, Floyd.” Jade chastises his brother, but his smile lets you know that he’s getting a kick out of this too.
“Well, that’s a good thing, right?” you turn back to look at Azul and kneel next to him, “I won’t be a fast swimmer either, Azul. Not as fast as Jade or Floyd. It’d be nice to hang back with someone.”
Azul says nothing.
You block out Floyd’s jeering and focus on him.
“Hey.” you whisper, “If you want to come along, you can. Don’t let me stop you. I promise I won’t judge how you look, hell I won’t even look at you if you don’t want me to. But I’d really like it if you came—”
“That is out of the question.” Azul says curtly, pushing his glasses up his nose.
You hesitate, debating if leaving him here would make him more comfortable.
Except you know Azul. And you know if he doesn’t join you three on this trip, he’ll regret it.
“Listen, Azul.” you murmur, keeping your tone gentle and firm, “I want to go with you. It won’t be the same without you. So if you want to come, you should. I don’t want to leave without you.”
Azul hesitates, and you know you’re getting through to him.
“So come on!” you place a hand on his shoulder and smile reassuringly, “It wouldn’t be fun without you. Who else is going to teach me about all the different coins you can find?”
“Gahh, fine!” Azul snaps his book shut and tucks it back into his duffel bag, hands shaking, “You run a hard bargain, my dear.”
You laugh, and your heart feels light. You lead Azul to the water and turn away as he prepares to transform. You hear a soft splash and you pop the cork off the pretty glass bottle. Tipping it back, the contents spill past your lips and down your throat. Not wanting to be messy, You place the cork back on and put the bottle on a nearby rock. A slimy hand reaches for you, and you turn to see Jade smiling up at you. Floyd is a little ways away, bouncing around in the water like he can’t wait for you to enter.
Azul is nowhere to be seen, but that’s okay. You can only hope he’ll feel more comfortable as the trip goes on.
”Come on, Shrimpy!” Floyd yells, and that's all the encouragement you need to take Jade's hands and let him drag you into the water.
And he coaxes you into the smooth waves, just like a siren. His eyes certainly glow like he’s hypnotizing you, but you’re certain his beauty is enough to have the same effect.
Once your head is submerged, you open your eyes. Instead of the sharp pain you expect to feel from opening your eyes in the salty water, you’re able to see clearly. Jade’s still holding your hand as he drags you deeper, tail swishing as he darts around coral. You try your best to follow him as you cut through the water, and you know if it wasn’t for the care he puts into making sure you’re not getting scraped on the rough outcrops of coral, you surely would have been injured already.
Floyd swims down from up above and snatches you from his brother in the blink of an eye. You’re pressed into a slick, pale chest as Floyd bears his teeth playfully, swimming farther up.
“No fair, hogging Shrimpy all to yourself.” Floyd grumbles, clutching you against him like a prized catch.
“Now, now. No need to get aggressive.” Jade hums, swimming up to meet Floyd, “They were very much enjoying themselves with me, weren’t you?”
You’re saved from the growing conflict between the brothers by Azul, who pokes his head out from a small cavern in the coral.
“Our goal is to get to the shipwreck, not mess around.” Azul chastises him, and you marvel at the parts of him you can see (which just so happens to be his face and the upper part of his chest.)
He really is beautiful.
“Yes, boss.” Floyd smiles lazily, flicking his tail at him before swimming off with you in tow.
Jade smiles but says nothing as he follows after his brother, who decides to take a small detour. He spins you around a coral spire as if he’s dancing, holding your hands as you spin. His grin is toothy and wide, and his laughter rings clear even in the water, eyes shimmering as if reflecting the sun. He twirls you around like a dancer, and the water fans around you like a costume. It makes you feel like a performer, gorgeous and renowned, and you find yourself grateful for Floyd’s adventurous spirit.
“You see that, Shrimpy?” Floyd giggles, halting mid-dance to swim closer to the coral reef, “It’s you!”
You swim a bit closer, using Floyd’s hand as an anchor to keep yourself close to him. There’s a small shrimpy fluttering through the crevices, skittering across the coral-like an underwater insect.
“Do I really look like that to you?” you tease, shooting Floyd a doubtful look.
“Sure ya do! You’re tiny and you scitter around and you’d probably taste really yummy.” he teases.
He bites just beside your ear and you swat at him. Floyd laughs and swims circles around you, jabbing you with his hands and poking you with his tail. He’s more touchy than usual, you think, and it makes you want to hold him too.
The next time he circles you, you latch onto his tail. Floyd shrieks and flings his you through the water, shooting you towards the coral reef with his pure strength.
“Only shrimps this tall get to ride for free!” He holds his hand up just a few centimeters taller than you and sticks his tongue out.
“Only eels this tall get to receive hugs from shrimpies.” you say, holding your hand just a bit higher than him.
Floyd swims upward and bonks into your hand, looking very proud of himself. You hug him as he takes you the rest of the way to the shipwreck.
It’s a towering thing, made almost entirely of wood. There’s a gaping hole in one of the sides, and you assume that’s how it sank. Floyd giggles and you realize your mouth is gaping in shock. You slam it shut, embarrassed.
Jade and Azul are already examining items they found in the sand, Jade swishing around in the open water while Azul hides most of his body in another crevice. There’s a small treasure chest by Jade’s tail, full of coins and what looks like paper—?
You’ll have to ask them about that.
“It certainly took you long enough.” Jade chuckles.
Azul acknowledges you two with a curt nod as he sorts through coins that look older than Trein. He’s far too deep in his element to engage in pleasantries, you think.
“Floyd, I found some well preserved musical records.” Azul says mildly, handing Floyd a book that seems completely dry without sparing him a glance.
Floyd positively lights up and tears the book out of Azul’s hands, flipping through the pages that are indeed dry.
“Old merfolk spells.” Jade explains, smiling at your surprised expression, “We find paper books fascinating, you see. If the pages are protected by leather and metals they last underwater for quite a bit of time. We had to preserve them somehow.”
“That is fascinating.” you breathe, and Jade chuckles.
He grabs your hand and you turn to him questioningly. He gestures towards the large ship, towering over your little group. You gape at the structure again, and Jade laughs at your facial expression. The hole in the side of the ship looks just big enough for someone to enter it, and you find yourself wondering how it got there again.
Now that you think about it, the hole could have been made after the ship sank.
“Shall we?’ Jade murmurs, pressing a guiding hand to your lower back.
You let him lead you into the shipwreck, but he doesn’t allow you to enter until he’s checked the floor you’re on thoroughly.
“It’s all clear, my pearl.” he offers you his hand again, and you take it.
The second you’re inside, you break free from Jade’s grasp and swim around the room. There’s a collection of silverware in a rickety old cabinet. There’s an old chest that’s cracked open, and you can see scraps of paper peeking out from their age-old prison, suspended in the water. There’s an armchair with an intricately woven cushion, one of its armrests broken off.
Jade watches as you dart around the room, silently following you as you glance from item to item. You know he must think it’s amusing that you can be so enraptured by your own kind. He can’t blame you, though. Humans have always fascinated him, and you’re well aware he’s aware of you indulging him on many occasions.
Many people would be frightened if Jade Leech examined them so closely. You are not one of those people.
“Jade.” you whisper, swimming over to him with curiosity in your eyes, “Is this an old terrarium?”
Oh, you can tell that piques his interest. You point to a dark corner of the ship to a small table and a tiny, house-like structure. It’s made of some type of fibrous material, and two glass panes extend diagonally from the rectangular base. Jade swims over, gently taking the structure in his hands and peeking inside. His sharpened teeth glint in the slivers of sunlight as he beams, cradling the discovery as though it was worth more than all the gold Azul was sorting outside.
“Yes, it is.” he murmurs, voice soft as he coaxes you forward, “Humans didn’t care so much about how pretty terrariums were as long as they were functional. I’ve heard many merpeople talk about how boring these terrariums in particular are as a result of their lack of stained glass, but I can’t help but find this style charming.”
“Sometimes being functional is better.” you agree.
Jade gazes upon you with a softness he does not normally display. It makes your heart take a little tumble in your chest.
Jade opts to take the terrarium with him, and the two of you bounce ideas of what to put in the container back and forth. At one point you bring up taking some coral and sea floor rocks for decor, and Jade perks up like you’ve just reinvented the world of terrariums.
“I’ve been so fascinated by your world that I forgot about the beauties of mine.” he murmurs, lifting a silver knife to examine it, “Say, what do you think about using this knife as a plant marker?”
“You could carve the name of the plant in the handle.” you muse, and Jade nods with a wide smile.
“You have a fascinating mind.” he places a hand on your head, scratching gently at your scalp, “It makes me want to explore you, too.”
You feel your face grow warm in the chilly water.
With your suggestion in mind, Jade begins collecting the various plates and silverware he can find, debating how he can use each bit of his treasures. You watch him for a while as he darts around, storing the items you used every day in his terrarium as though it was a precious treasure chest.
“Isn’t there a story about how the mermaid princess believed that a fork was a comb?” you ask as he picks up a golden fork, “I think Floyd told me that one.”
“So he does pay attention.” Jade chuckles, turning his gaze to you, “Yes, indeed. She was so excited upon seeing one at the prince’s dinner table that she snatched it right up and began vigorously brushing her hair. As you can imagine, the prince was very confused.”
“That would have hurt her scalp pretty bad.” you murmur, furrowing your brow, “But she had the right idea, I suppose.”
Jade laughs, and you feel proud that you were the cause.
“Jaaaade!” Floyd pokes his head in and beams when he sees you, “Have you gone down to the bottom floor yet? Azul says there's a lot of fun stuff down there.”
“I haven’t.” Jade says mildly, “We’ve been having a grand time up here, you see. I daresay I got a bit distracted.”
Floyd sticks his tongue out and blows a raspberry, but with the unparalleled length of his tongue, it looks incredibly odd. You barely manage to stifle a laugh, and Floyd beams as though he’s just won a prize.
“C’mon, Shrimpy!” Floyd cackles, darting forward and snatching you up into his arms, “Let’s go explore!”
You’re surprised when Jade follows the two of you down to the deeper levels of the shipwreck. You expected him to continue perusing the selection of silverware, but instead he clutches his terrarium in his arms and swims after you and his brothers. Floyd’s chattering away about how you aren’t going to believe what’s on the lower deck and how it’d shock your poor shrimpy heart to death if you were alone. He giggles and wraps himself around you, covering your eyes as he leads you into an open space.
“Look, Shrimpy.” Floyd murmurs right next to your ear, peeling his hands away from your face, “Look at all those weapons.”
Floyd’s not wrong, this would be a rather creepy sight if you were alone. There are two long rows of cannons, each one covered in seaweed and coated in a strange green film. The seaweed reaches out for you in the water, almost as if they’re composed of dead souls that yearn for vengeance. Jade swims out into the room and swats away the seaweed as it clings to his tail. Floyd leads you after his brother and giggles when you shy away from the plant, hating the way it feels against your skin.
“Shying away from a little seaweed, Shrimpy?” Floyd hisses, playfully swatting at the tendrils that reach out to you, “Don’t worry about it. You’ll be fine.”
You’re relieved when you reach the end of the hallway.
Jade carefully examines a wad of mud that bulges from the opening of a nearby cannon, sediments peeking out from the sludge. Floyd busies himself with darting up and down the aisle, laughing and flipping around in the water. You let him drag him with you, and slowly get used to the texture of the rough seaweed clinging to your legs. Floyd twirls you dramatically and dips you, proclaiming loudly that dancers always do this in those silly little human movies, taking the opportunity to snap at your ear again.
He seems amused when you still don’t flinch.
“Floyd, don’t tease them.” Jade calls, a devious grin on his face, “We wouldn’t want them getting cold feet now.”
“I dunno, Jade. I think their feet are already pretty cold.” Floyd giggles, poking the bottom of your foot with the edge of his tail, “Cold as ice.”
Your toes flex at the ticklish sensations. They certainly do like finding all your weak spots, don’t they?
“We should warm them up, don’t you think?” Jade quips, tilting his head innocently.
“Maybe we shouuuuuld.” Floyd hisses, running his claws down the length of your arm.
They must see how your face twitches because they laugh and close in on you. What teases they are, whispering things to you like that. Just when it seems like they’re going to give you one of their famous squeezes, they stop.
“C’mon, Shrimpy. Let’s get you back up to the surface.” Floyd snatches up your wrist and yanks you so hard you’re certain he almost popped your arm from its socket.
Jade grabs your other hand, much more gently, and curls his fingers through the gaps in yours. You let them pull you upwards, powerful tails cutting through the water and they propel you up and out of the structure. Azul is nowhere to be found, and you must look confused at his absence because Jade squeezes your hand. You turn to him and he offers you a calm smile.
“Don’t worry, Azul is back on land. He’s had his fill of being seen for today.”
He doesn’t want you to see him in that form more than you already have.
“That’s okay.” you murmur, “He’s done more than enough already. I’m proud of him.”
“I’m certain he’ll appreciate the understanding.” Jade smiles his closed-eyed smile and nods.
The trip back is full of the same coral reefs, the same tails twining between your legs and curling around your waist, the same laughter from Floyd and quips from Jade. There’s a bittersweet feeling that wells up in your chest as you reach the shoreline again, knowing you likely won’t be back here for quite a while. Despite the rumors that the students of NRC spun about the Leech brothers, they weren’t nearly as dastardly as they usually were. You wonder if it has something to do with the joy of exploring a ship, of being in their element, of being able to talk about things they like.
“If you two want to talk about the things you like, I’d be happy to listen.” you say.
The Leech brothers share a look, one that seems as though they’re communicating without words. They turn back to you and smile, Jade’s grin is far less toothy than Floyd’s but just as happy.
“Keep talking like that and we’ll have to drag you down into the depths and keep you to ourselves.” Jade murmurs, eyes flashing, “Won’t we, Floyd?”
You laugh and shake your head, to which Jade chuckles.
Your head bursts from the water and you stumble onto the warm sand, where you see Azul sitting in front of three treasure chests. His brow is furrowed as he hunches over the coins, sorting them by year. You decide to sit beside him as the Leech brothers continue to swim. At some point, you hear Floyd slam his entire body into the water, and shriek as Jade slams into the water and pushes an even bigger wave back at him.
“Did you have fun today?” you whisper to Azul.
“I did, yes. I haven’t gotten the chance to explore a shipwreck since enrolling in NRC.” he pushes his glasses up his nose, and they make a soft clicking noise, “I found many more coins for my collection. I’m pleased.”
“I’m glad.” you say, and you don’t say anything else because there’s no need.
You do, however, find yourself splashing back into the water when Floyd calls your name a little while later.
genre : fluff, smut, enemies to lovers, jealousy (?), fake relationship, bets (yk how the movie goes), profanities
synopsis : you had to prove to your friends that you could easily make a guy lose interest within a week, having no interest in indulging yourself in a relationship after your past ones. all those relationships led you to narrow down a list on how to make a guy sick of you. you had all the card in your hands and seems like you don’t get to play it.
warnings : mdni, proceed with causion bc this is my first actual svt fic it might be shitty. not proofread lol
it was another slow day at work when you sat down at your desk and sighed. all your work mates and friends seems to confide in your reaction but your circle knew that this sigh wasn’t a “damn-im-so-stressed-and-sick-of-work-sigh” for them it was more of a “wow-life-is-hectic-its-almost-making-me-want-a-man”
and just like clockwork their brains clicked and hovered over your cubicle. poor u so startled that you almost gagged on your coffee.
“what?” you shooted
“are we gonna meet boyfriend number 13?” karina said in a sing song voice
“more like fling number 17?” sakura retorted
“maybe a first situationship since she haven’t experienced one yet” yunjin said curiously
“jesus christ i’ve had that much men and i’m not gay yet?” you said surprised
“maybe you just need a new set up?” yunjin asked
“like what doggy style?” karina questioned
“not like that you idiot” sakura glared
“maybe i’m just meant to end up in a church and dedicate my life to holiness” you huffed
“please you would burn the moment you step in a cathedral” sakura laughed
“well i just know how every relationships end, it’s almost like completing all endings for a video game, its predictable and cliche” you sighed
“let’s welcome fling number 17 then” karina announced
“i’m too tired for just fucks you know? it won’t take long before i actually get infection and i turn into a zombie and bite you all from all these stupid ideas” you rolled your eyes at your friends.
right now you just actually need to see if theres a guy out there in the world who could actually commit and actually accept a persons flaws out of love.
all too cheesy but you would like to find a partner who would find no flaws in you and probably just call them your little unique antiques that they can live with.
you were so sick on seeing tutorials or manifestation hacks on the internet because does anyone genuinely love each other anymore? all these “how to become a maneater”, “how to make them dream of you”, “how to make him fall in love using a potion” bullshit got you sick of people now.
why did god even create men to accompany themselves if they’re preferences and expectations are for the deities taste themselves.
“OH MY GOD I GOT IT!” yunjin screamed making all your peers look over to your area
“what is it?” you asked dying for a solution
“what if you meet a guy and just unfling him?” she said as if there was a light bulb above her head
“yall need to make her stop doing overtime” sakura deadpanned
“NOO, like you’re talking all these commitment things all the time then what if you find a random guy and make him not fall in love with you and see if he stays?” she said
“so like i should go out being an annoying red flag and see if he stays?” you giggle but it all went away when all your friends kind of agreed because they’re also sick of u having these guy problems already.
“i guess thats not all bad” karina suggests
“you should wear your best outfit tonight because we will find your lucky target then y/nnie” sakura winked at you before discussing the plans with yunjin and karina
it was not long until the night came as you got ready, you scoffed on how stupid this bet is because it’s like you claimed “very predictable and cliche” to lose a guy.
it was then your friends picked you up and pulled up to the bar. a few shots came by as you hustled through the crowd searching for your so called the one. but as you surf through the tables everyone fell short to your friends standards as if it was a big serious thing.
you grew tired, what was the point, you knew your fate then you should probably accept it now.
you drank your last shot for tonight planning your weekend with whole lots of tubs of ice cream until you flinched by karina grabbing your arm.
“him” she said, audible enough for the three of you to hear. you faced the guy she was referring to as all the noice fade into the background blur hearing yunjin screech and them clapping happily, your time froze.
the most goddamn, drop dead gorgeous man came to sight.
“isn’t that choi seungcheol?” sakura stating a rhetorical question
“they said no one could ever bag him up” yunjin replied
“ooh sounds like one of y/n’s guys” karina giggled.
“are you up for it then?” sakura challenged you
“please this will probably come by a breeze, so? 100 bucks each?” you winked as the three of them agrees after a total chaos.
“choi seungcheol, let the games begin” you muttered
Here’s some backstory (bc this is incredibly self-indulgent send help): you take everything upon yourself, plan everything down to the last detail so you just wind up overwhelming yourself and then you’re just running on fumes the entire time, you are not at peace until you’ve moved into the new place, you are a ball of stress aaaand go:
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:
He’s very much the type to watch you go, he knows you’re overloading yourself and he wants to step in but he also knows you need to learn how to ask for help
That’s not to say he’s completely hands off, he’s listening to every word when you review your checklist, he’s helping you pack- everything from assembling the boxes to sealing them when they’re full
He’s taken it upon himself to make sure you eat a proper meal
“What’s this?” You ask as you mute your phone while on hold with the utilities company for your new place,
“It’s breakfast. Eat.”
“I already-”
“Iced coffee isn’t food, love.”
Bet
So he’ll take to cooking or grabbing your favorite take out
If you’re worried you forget something, he’ll go down the list with you, going so far as to grab your notebook and review it with you
He encourages you to sort through your belongings and figure out what you want to keep and what you want to give away
His rule: if I haven’t seen you use it, wear it, read it, or touch it in the last six months, it’s going in the giveaway box (save for stuff with sentimental value)
Surprisingly enough, it helps reduce how much you have to pack and you couldn’t be more thankful
All in all, 10/10
John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:
He’s so much fun to be around
He knows you’re taking on too much and he’ll tell you as much
“I’m fine, Johnny, I just like these things done a certain way. And when the order gets messed up, I have a panic attack.”
“Well, then explain how you’d like it done, and I’ll see to it that it stays that way, sound good?”
He’s so understanding god bless
He does everything possible to make the process stress free, from putting on music while you’re packing and cleaning, to being in charge of snacks
He helps divide the labor very seamlessly, he does all the physical stuff (packing, cleaning, moving furniture, etc) and he leaves the logistics to you, (utilities, new apt, address change, etc)
If at any point you feel like it’s still too much, he’ll jump in without hesitation
Just tell him where you’re struggling and what your next task is and he’ll gladly take over
You point, he’ll shoot (or pack, in this case)
John Price:
Like??
Good luck trying to take control of the whole thing
He’s way ahead of you and doesn’t let you do a single thing on your own, that’s not true, he’ll let you do things on your own but not all of it, you get the idea
Man’s a Captain for god’s sake, he definitely has a system to make the process easier
He makes sure you start the process sooner rather than later to avoid scrambling last minute
Before even buying boxes, he’ll sit down with you to come up with a checklist for things to do and what order to pack your place in
He’s very encouraging throughout the whole process
“Phew, almost an hour later and I was successfully able to transfer my car insurance.” You sighed slumping against the table, practically throwing your phone to the other side of the room
“You’re doin’ great, love, keep it up.” He comes up behind you to rub your shoulders and rub your back encouragingly
He’s with you every step of the way
Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick:
I love him but I can see it as being kind of chaotic lmao but still fun!
You better believe he’s got Animal Crossing music on loop
He claims it’ll help you get into the cleaning/packing frame of mind and son of a bitch he’s right
He sets a hard limit of one to two things a day, so if you finished packing up your living room sooner than you expected and now you want to move on to your bedroom, too damn bad
He’ll physically stop you lol
“You already did enough, babe, it’s time to rest.”
“I feel fine, Ky, I can keep going.”
“Trust me darlin’, take it easy, you’re doing great.”
Definitely the type to give you a treat to help keep you motivated, or even start your day with a treat
You’re dreading calling the new internet company to set up your new wifi? Well guess what? He’s treating you to coffee and a cinnamon roll from your favorite cafe to help motivate you
You’re dead tired after packing up all your belongings in your room, dinner is your pick babe, whatever you want, yes, Taco Bell is perfectly ok
König:
Very good at following directions and equally good at being perceptive and knowing when to step in without being asked
He knows you have a habit of taking on more than you can handle but he also knows your tells just as well
Increased irritability, you’re more tired than usual, you’re not eating as much, drinking more coffee than you normally do, jittery leg, trouble sleeping, he knows you babe, he sees you
So he does everything he can to prevent you from getting to that point
If you’re complaining about packing all your books, don’t worry about it, he’s on it
You’re stressed about cleaning as you pack, no need, he’s already coming behind you with Clorox wipes, a broom, and a swiffer mop
He encourages you to offload some of your tasks to him, insisting that he knows how you want it done and can do it accordingly
“Schatz, you have so much on your plate already, let me handle renting the truck and getting the supplies, we’ll go over what you want to do first, and I’ll help you do it, ok?”
At the end of the night when your limbs ache from exhaustion, he gently taking your hands in his and massaging the tension away, placing little kisses as he goes
gacha they would play and how they play. this is based off of the gachas i played, so apologies kek
warnings ‣ uhhahahha this may or may not be completely self-indulgent because i need writer motivation juice to finish up my more serious fics — enjoy this semi-crack hc that prolly makes zero sense
lmao (inspired from moot @anxiousgoddest bc this is kinda crack-ish) also my xavier bias may have leaked a bit too much in this lol. or maybe its just my proseka and ak bias bc i haven't played hsr in a while and it shows
xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ・project sekai
— you didn't think he'd get into project sekai to THIS extent.
— you piqued his curiosity when he heard you spewing out curses such as 'I FLICKED THAT' or 'OH, ONE GREAT? YOU'RE FUCKING KIDDING' from the floor above his apartment.
— later on a date in destiny café he asked you what game made you fume like so. after a couple of minutes of embarrassed apologies and silent profanities at your apartments' thin walls, you told him about project sekai and its game mechanics.
— "tapping to the beat is very simple in concept, but it gets difficult?" you nod.
— "is it free to download?" you nod vigorously. caleb doesn't play it anymore and tara focuses on toya more than the actual game itself. you'd kill to have a buddy to discuss one of your favorite games, especially if xavier is that person in question.
— you two ended up skipping the claw machinery for plushies in favor of staying in the café and playing project sekai. you did slightly dread about how long you had to wait for him to catch up to you in terms of skill, rank and unlocked songs, however.
— "why is the speed so slow? oh, i can change it?"okay, maybe you don't have to wait as much.
— "i just have to skim through the archives to get the items needed to unlock songs, right?" huh, he's getting to know the ropes quickly.
— "i'll choose this one." he chooses expert and you almost laugh. while expert isn't difficult per se, it's nothing short of impossible to a rhythm game beginner, right?
— WRONG, WRONG, ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY WRONG.
— aside from the beginning where he hit a lot of greats and missed a couple of notes, he was improving by the second while playing the chart and ended with a combo in the hundreds.
— "this is pretty fun and helps with hand-eye coordination," he said as he full combo'ed the song on his second day of playing.
— "the game said i unlocked something called 'ranked matches'. what is that?" day three.
— "i've full combo'ed intense voice on expert, it was very fun." week one.
— god dammit, just why does he have to be good at everything besides cooking and staying awake ??? not even a month in and he got the 'mad skillz' achievement, something that took you over six months to get.
— now he plays it while you're at the meow café playing kitty cards, and your urge to throw your phone across Linkon City has only increased with the amount of all perfects and full combos he piled up.
— it didn't help that his gacha luck was so good despite him being so disinterested in the cards too. you still haven't forgiven him for pulling the entire colorful festival banner within 30 pulls while you got nothing from over 200...
ᴢᴀʏɴᴇ・arknights
— it all started when you were too lazy to reach for your phone and took zayne's instead to search something up. you got distracted by the small amount of apps and tabs he had until you came across an icon that looked surprisingly familiar... a fourteen year old girl with brown hair and ears? arknights??
— you bolted to your phone to immediately send a picture of this monstrosity to caleb, but damn zayne's good vision and movements — you couldn't even touch your phone. never have you seen zayne so flustered; he must've known you were planning to frame him over an app with an underaged girl as its icon despite you knowing the contents of said game.
— you had to stifle your laughter while zayne was explaning why the game was on his phone as if he was presenting a medical thesis — that much detail should suffice.
— according to zayne, he's actually someone who played this game ever since its release. he liked the strategic aspect of it and it was a stress reliever of sorts.
— he also played it because the main plot device for arknights, originium, reminded him of you and protocores, but he won't ever admit to this.
— post-interrogation (?), you took a look at zayne's account; and for someone who claimed that it was just a casual stress reliever, the claim was absolutely ridiculous.
— level 120. all medals obtained. all stories, challenge modes and game modes cleared. all of the operators maxed out and mastered. the six star operators only had the necessary potentials and masteries too — was he a cardiac surgeon or an arknights dev??
— also, just what about arknights is relaxing?? it's notoriety for its difficult gameplay amongst gacha games was nothing to sneeze at, and zayne's a doctor in real life! why in the fucking hell would he want to take a break from his job by playing as a doctor?!
— you ended up surmising that normies couldn't possibly understand geniuses.
ʀᴀꜰᴀʏᴇʟ・star rail
— you two were waiting for the release together ever since the pre-registering and beta testing, let's be real.
— but GOD, rafayel's so laughably terrible at this game despite it not requiring much skill.
— what's even worse is that he's a whale. a big one.
— even when you explained how seele was destined to fail in long-term meta due to her gimmick's trigger conditions, rafayel slammed his credit card down for her, claiming it was "good investment" and that you were just one of those meta-haters.
— and fastforward to addition of the newer characters, you completely steamrolled rafayel's claim. granted, seele was hardly what you'd consider as terrible by any means. but to rafayel, who plays with quote in quote "only the best of the best", it was pretty funny seeing him scowl at DHIL a couple months later.
— seele's been gathering dust since, by the way.
— rages over chests. he couldn't find that one chest at cloudford and the divination commission and he was about to break his pc. this ain't even genshin with hundreds of chests per region. though, in his defense, cloudford was really annoying with all of the contraptions, and it was easy to get lost in the divination. no seriously fuck that shit
— don't get me fucking started with simulated universe. while he eventually learned how to manage through the stages, the process in getting there was quite painful for him to experience and for you to watch.
— one thing that didn't change, though, was his ridiculous luck in terms of artifact-pulling. crit rate, crit damage, energy regeneration, atk increase – you're convinced the game knows that rafayel's a huge spender and they're rewarding him for his services.
— well, he'll manage somehow, even with his all-dps team with zero sustain or support. heh.
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an: *posts this and disappears* it’s the first time I’m writing something like this. It’s set in the modern day, and inspired by dress by t swift. There’s no plot? I mean there is bc it’s a friends to lovers getting together fic. But it’s also not a complete smut piece? I’m just playing around with the genre here and I hope you like it.
Masterlist
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The sound of high heels clicking on concrete follows you home, four pairs of high heels to be exact. Your group of friends consisting on Nancy, Robin and Mae had agreed on a girls night out to a fancy restaurant tonight, and after a fun night the four of you now walk back to your apartment to wind down for a bit. The wind has a bite to it, but none of you wear jackets. Instead you brave the wind until you see your apartment building in the distance. It was a fun time for everyone tonight, the food had been great, the conversation fun an entertaining and after weeks of not managing to make your schedules work, having a night for yourselves was needed. You’d even refused to make plans with Steve, your best friend, in favour of going out with them. In retrospect though, it was the best thing you could do as you needed some space from him. He’s been on holiday for a few months, with lots of free time which means the two of you spend a lot of time together. Hanging out with him more often than usual has made your feelings for him —the ones you’ve harboured for years— come to the surface and simmer under your skin every time he looks at you with those beautiful brown eyes of his. Yes, space is exactly what you need.
The four of you are all a bit more carefree after two cocktails each, not drunk or tipsy, but happier. The carpeted floor of the hallway swallows the clicking of your heels as all of you walk out of your building’s elevator on the fifth floor and wait outside your door. You fish your keys out of your clutch and unlock it, gesturing everyone to go in first before you lock the door behind you and follow them. Robin immediately goes to the kitchen to plug in her phone to your charger and connects her Spotify to your Bluetooth speaker. Soon enough a carefully curated playlist of all your favourite songs begins to play, making all of you start to sing along. Your voices remain relatively quiet though, not as loud as they would be if you were driving in your car; the last thing you need is a noise complaint from the building. Besides, it’s late and you’re sure most of your neighbours are asleep. All of you dance around and sing, feeling safer and more carefree doing so in your living room than at a dark night club where any pervert can ruin your night.
Your mind goes to Steve despite you trying to distance your thoughts from him, as you sing along to the music. If he was yours, your boyfriend, you could go out with him and experience a night club for the first time without any fear; knowing he’s there and that the only hands that’d be on your body would be his as the two of you danced. As if conjured by your thoughts the song that Robin played ends and a very familiar one starts.
“YOUR SONG!” Robin says loudly and your friends laugh while trying to shush her. “Come on you gotta sing it, the stage is yours.”
“Okay. Okay.” You laugh as she presents you with the TV remote as if it’s a microphone. You clear your through agreeing to sing the song to indulge her. It doesn’t hurt though, that it’s your favourite and the object of your affections immediately comes to mind.
All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting
My hands are shaking from holding back from all this.
You don’t sing too loudly and mostly stick to mouthing the lyrics as the melody picks up momentum. It is only when the chorus starts that you sing, emotion thick in your voice, and your friends join you.
Say my name and everything just stops
I don't want you like a best friend
Only bought this dress so you could take it off
Take it off.
A carefree laugh escapes you as your friends cheer, knowing fully well who you’re thinking about. They’ve known about your feelings for Steve since the moment they started, always urging you to take a chance which you’re always against.
“Did you?” Nancy asks, raising an eyebrow at you. You know exactly what she’s asking.
You laugh and blush as you nod. The little black dress you wear was bought on a whim one day. You’d been trying on clothes for another work event but decided to buy a dress for a night out too. You’d felt good in it and honestly, you’d looked hot. Standing in front of the mirror tonight, the image of you and Steve hand in hand going to dinner together was also so clear in your mind. His jacket over your shoulders as you walk out of the restaurant, and his hands on your body the minute he closed the door to your apartment. You know it would never, happen but every time you wear it you can’t help but go back to the same daydream and wish it could be true. It’s not that you’re only thirsty for him. No, this thing you feel for Steve didn’t start as something physical. You’d fallen in love head over heels, with no way of ever falling back out of love, and then he’d begun to invade your dreams and your thoughts. The softest ones and the more sinful ones too.
“You look hot, that dingus would take it off if he had the guts to!” Robin tells you, unplugging her phone and holding it in front of you.
Mae the voice of reason speaks up. “Post it to close friends Robin. We don’t want anyone else to see this!”
“Yeah, Steve would kill you.” Nancy says to Robin, gesturing towards you. “This is too much.”
You laugh. As if Steve would care, you think. You’re pretty sure you’re friend zoned for life.
Indulging your friends you sing the chorus again, looking at Robin’s phone knowing her close friends are just the people in the room with you. Your hands go over the material of your dress and you smile while you sing, thinking about Steve. It makes your friends laugh and cheer for you.
Carve your name into my bedpost
'Cause I don't want you like a best friend
Only bought this dress so you could take it off
Take it off.
“Tell him!!” Robin yells as your friends cheer you on, it makes you laugh again.
You entertain the idea, telling Steve and coming clean about your feelings. What would he do? What would he say? Would he feel the same way? No, there’s no way. He hasn’t shown romantic interest in you. He’s gentle and loving in a way a best friend is; considerate and mindful of your feelings. He supports your interests just as you support his, he’s affectionate and kind, but that’s where it ends. It’s friendship, that’s all. Besides you love Steve too much, there’s no way you’re risking it by telling him about your feelings.
The song ends shortly after that and new one starts immediately after. It’s enough to get all of you to dance and forget the previous song, and the feelings it brought back to the surface. With your friends all a little buzzed, it’s easy to sing and dance without a care; taking turns to hold the TV remote as a microphone while you do. That is, until Robin speaks up a few minutes later.
“Fuck.” She curses loudly, her phone clutched in her hands. All of you stop your singing to look at her.
“What happened?” You ask, dread settling on your stomach. The look on her face tells you is nothing good.
“Don’t kill me, but I posted it to my story by accident!” Robin grimaces, “Not to my close friends.”
“DELETE IT! DELETE IT!” Mae yells at Robin while you panic. It’s not been long, no one must have seen it, it’s late anyways.
“Delete it now, please.” You tell her, hovering over her shoulder to see her do it. But not before recognizing Steve’s icon at the bottom of the screen. Steve saw it.
“No way.” You whisper. Fuck, why did he have to see it?
There’s no way he’ll know it’s about him right? Right? But you mind still reels with what just happened. Did you just ruin everything, between both of you. Did a mistake like that just cost you your friendship with Steve? How are you going to face him now. He’s never ever seen you like that and for good reason, because it would always be about him.
Mae’s hands hold your shoulders, urging you to stop your pacing. “Calm down, breathe!”
“There, it’s gone. I just deleted it.” Robin says, throwing her phone to the other side of the couch for good measure.
You pinch the bridge of your nose as you take a deep breath. “Thank you.”
“He won’t know it was about him.” Nancy reassures you with a smile. “Worst case scenario, he’ll just think you have a crush on someone.”
“Do you really think so?” You worry, worrying your lip with your teeth. “What if he never talks to me again because of this?”
“There’s no way,” Mae reassures you. “Your friendship is too important to both of you for him to throw it away, and if he does then screw him.”
“Oh she wants to,” Robin says from the couch and suddenly all tension leaves you as all of you laugh. “Come on, you guys have to help me with my drama.” She urges between laughs.
An hour later the girls all leave together and you’re alone in your apartment. You check their shared location and confirm they’re on their right way home before you begin to put the trash from the living room away. The apartment is quiet, only your footsteps and the sound of sealing snack bags back up can be heard. You’re actively trying to forget about the fact that Steve saw you singing Dress –your real favourite song not the one you’ve told him is your favourite– in such an uninhibited way. You can’t even be mad a Robin for what she did, she’s one of your best friends. Besides, it was only a mistake and you’re sure nothing will happen because of it. Everything will be okay. Right?
The doorbell ringing brings you out of your thoughts and you frown. It’s nearly 1am and you know it’s not your friends who’ve turned back around; they’re too far away to have returned so fast. After walking to the door, you look through the peephole and spot no one other than Steve standing outside.
“Stevie?” You open the door, confused beyond words, heart thrumming loudly on your chest.
“Hey babe. You look pretty.” His eyes are soft, like they always are when he looks at you. He’s like a dream in front of you in light washed jeans, a plain white t-shirt and nikes. His hair looks soft, forming perfect brown waves that shine in the dim light of your apartment. Your hands itch to touch it and see if it’s as soft as it looks.
“It’s 1am what are you doing here?” You step back and let him in, ignoring the compliment so you don’t blurt out something you shouldn’t. Like ‘you’re absolutely gorgeous’. “Is something wrong?”
“No not at all.” He shakes his head, “I just missed you.”
“You missed me?” You raise your eyebrows. “You saw me this morning.
“I know I just…” Steve begins but he stops talking. His eyes look away from yours and he walks towards the kitchen instead, hands going to his hair.
“What?” You prod, confused by his whole demeanour. He looks nervous and you can’t imagine why, you hope it’s nothing bad. “Stevie, can you tell me what’s going on?”
“I saw Robin’s story.” He says looking down at the ground.
Perfect. Now you need the ground to swallow you whole. What is he doing here? Telling you you can’t be friends anymore?
“Oh.” Is all you can manage to say, you lean back against the kitchen counter and will your hands to stop shaking with nerves.
Steve’s eyes leave the floor and move to yours, knocking the air from your lungs with their intensity. He nods and takes a step closer to you. “I saw you singing and dancing.”
You nod and look away. “Yeah, I love that song and Robin accidentally posted that to her story instead of close friends.”
Steve moves and stands in front of you; his eyes scan your face as emotion dances in them while he looks into your own. “Who was it about?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” You tell him, trying your best to act clueless.
“Robin said ‘Tell him’ Who?” Steve asks.
“So you came to my apartment to make fun of me?” You ask, eyebrows meeting in the middle. “Do you want to know so you can make fun of me, Steve?”
“Babe, come on, you know I would never make fun of you.” He tells you seriously.
“Then why do you even want to know?” You huff.
Steve takes one of your hands, an electric shock hitting both of you at once when he does —they’re so much bigger than yours and warm, you wish he’d never let it go. “Because I wanted it to be me.” He whispers, his face shifting closer to yours so you can hear him. “You can tell me, if it’s me.”
You shake your head, heart beating out of your chest. Tears begin to sting your eyes but you will them to go away. You’re thrilled by his confession, wanting nothing more for it to be true, but is it right? Should you tell him? “What if I lose you?”
Steve’s hand lets go of your and goes to your cheek instead, then his forehead presses against yours when he speaks. “You won’t. I want it to be me because I don’t want you like a best friend either. I want everything with you.”
You sigh when he brushes his nose against yours; your heart leaves it’s place in the middle of your chest and joins your stomach for a second before returning to its place. “What’s everything?”
Steve smiles and places a kiss on your cheek. “Your best friend, your boyfriend; I want to hold your hand, but I also really want to touch you everywhere. I want to be yours.” His lips drag against your skin as he speaks, voice hushed like a confession. “I’ve been in love with you for years and you’ve never noticed.”
You lean back and look into his eyes, there’s longing and love and lust, all blending into a darker brown than his usual soft gaze. Could it be true that he’s felt the same way all this time? Were the things you accredited to friendship actually his feelings for you revealing themselves. “Tell me, now.” You whisper looking at him with all the longing you feel.
You see him swallow hard, the hand on your cheek rubbing softly at the skin. A single lock of hair falls on his forehead as he looks down at you. “I love you, and I can see now you’ve felt the same way too.”
You nod, feeling dizzy from his words. There’s a happiness coursing through you that brings a smile to your face so big it hurts your cheeks. “Yes, I love you. Yes, the song was about you.”
Your words are whispered between the two of you as the distance begins to close. The joy and the excitement of having the man of your dreams in front of you confessing his love for you makes your body thrum with energy. Energy that grows and grows into a tension between the two of you that makes Steve close his eyes for a moment.
“Can I take this off?” He asks, his hand moving up your thigh to feel the material of your dress; it lights your skin on fire.
Your breath catches on your throat and you swallow hard to get your voice back. “Yes.” You tell him as your hands go to his hair, it’s softer than you imagined. “You already know I want you to.”
Steve’s lips are on yours a second later and you can’t help the sigh that escapes you when he does. His lips caress yours softly but firmly enough for you to know this is really happening. Steve’s hand on your cheek angles your face just right as he kisses you, giving him the perfect angle to tease your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. He opens you up to him, intoxicating you with the taste of him, the heat radiating from his body, everything. His lips leave yours to kiss along your jaw. His breath causes shivers to go down your spine, and his lips leave open mouthed kisses along your skin.
“Did you really buy this dress for me?” He whispers by your ear, his hands going to your hips and helping you on the counter. “Hmm?”
You nod and give him a breathy Yes when the tip of his tongue teases your earlobe. “But I never thought you’d see it.” You confess.
“I’m glad I did.” He pulls back and looks into your eyes, they’re loving, sincere, and dark with want. He shakes his head, “You’re so beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”
You pull him closer again, capturing his lips in a firmer kiss, a needier one. Years of pent-up frustration rising to the surface, your body wanting more, and more, and more. Your hands move under his tshirt and explore his back as Steve kisses you deeply, pulling back when you need to catch your breath; the tip of his nose moves up the side of yours before his lips are on yours again, teeth scraping at the soft skin. His hands move from your waist to the front of your dress, his thumbs go over your nipples which makes you arch into him.
“Come on,” Steve rasps when you try to pull yourself closer to him, "Bed.”
He guides your legs around his waist and proceeds to carry you to the bedroom, laughing with you when he trips by the doorway. He turns on your lamp on his way, bathing the room in warm light, then after checking that the blinds are closed, he lowers you gently on the bed. He soon follows, settling over you, one arm holding his weight away from you and his free hand skimming up your inner thigh.
“Stevie.” You whisper, melting at the sight of his adoring eyes; he looks at you like he’s in disbelief of having you underneath him, loving him like crazy. You smile, “Kiss me.”
Steve leans down again, pink lips capturing yours once more before his hand moves under the hem of your dress.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this.” He whispers against your lips, kissing you again and grazing his teeth against the bottom one. He cups you over your underwear as he speaks. “How I’ve driven myself crazy thinking about the two of us together. Making you this wet.”
You drag your nails over his scalp and scratch lightly before you fist his hair in your hands. “That makes two of us.”
You barely get the words out, before his fingers find your underwear and push it to the side pulling a moan from your lips. His fingers work between your legs and Steve curses when he notices how aroused you are. He continues dragging out sighs and whimpers out of you as bliss washes over your body. You never thought being touched by him would feel so good, especially when his fingers slide inside and your hips rise to meet his strokes.
“That’s it, baby; you’re making the prettiest sounds.” His voice is gravely next to your ear. “Tell me how it feels, babygirl.”
You keen under his touch and praise, feeling hot all over as your body tingles with need. Your hands find Steve’s face, dragging him away from your neck to kiss his lips again. You moan his name and bite his bottom lip when he touches you just right. Throwing all sense out the window you whisper his name again, begging him to touch you.
He smiles, you can feel it against your lips. “I’m touching you, baby.”
You shake your head and urge him to look into your eyes again. “No, I need you to touch me everywhere. Please.”
You can’t even be embarrassed with how needy you’re for him. You’ve never felt embarrassed with Steve before, always free to be yourself, so you’re not starting now. He’s your best friend, he knows you and can read you like a book. He knows you so well that he nods, understanding what you mean, what you want, his body bare over yours.
“You don’t have to beg. Whatever you want from me is yours.”
Pulling away from you and taking his fingers away from underneath you dress, Steve leans back on his knees and takes his t-shirt off. Next are his jeans which leaves him only in a pair of grey boxer briefs that leave very little to the imagination. They sit low on his hips, and you can clearly see the outline of him underneath the cotton. The waistband rests just below his hipbones, revealing a patch of hair that trails down and hides underneath the waistband. You’ve seen him shirtless before; when he wears you favourite pair of swimming trunks to the beach you have to talk yourself out of staring at him for so long, staring there no less. But now you can look at him, all of him, with no shame and you have to bite your lip to control yourself in front of the man kneeling between your legs. His strong body is on display for you; strong and arms and his broad shoulders you want him to cover yours with. Dark chest hair and tummy covered in freckles, making your mouth water. You want all of him. You push up to your left hand and drag your right thumb over a particular freckle, you can’t wait for the moment you can taste it. Your lustful gaze makes Steve’s breath catch in his throat, even more so when you look up at him.
“More.” You say simply, pulling at the elastic of his briefs as a hint.
Steve smiles and shakes his head with a curse. “You’re the one wearing more clothes now, you know.”
“Take them off then.” You challenge with the raise of an eyebrow, trying to be demanding and in control of the situation but failing.
Steve doesn’t let you take control; it disappears when he begins to pull your dress upwards as carefully as opening a present. A sound escapes him when he notices you’re not wearing a bra, but you can’t see his face when he does because the dress goes over your head in that moment before it falls to the floor with the rest of his clothes.
“Fuck. Do you know how hot you are?” Steve curses. Your body burns again from his lustful gaze that roams it, and the sheer need to feel him close to you. He looks up at the ceiling and takes a deep breath through his nose, then shakes his head and looks at you again. “I knew I loved your body, but this? You’re beautiful beyond my dreams.”
You look away from his adoring gaze, trying to keep your face from burning at his words. Which is impossible, and pointless considering they way you’ve touched and kissed him just now. Your body moves as you switch your position on the bed, kneeling in front of him to mirror him. His bare chest almost touching yours; all of you and all of him naked safe for your underwear. You look into his eyes as your hands roam up his chest, right hand staying on his cheek as you lean closer to his lips.
“You’re a work of art, Steve.” You whisper and lean in to kiss him slowly as your other hand runs down his chest to touch him through the cotton of his briefs. You don’t have to say please, he’d said so you touch him instead to let him know what you want.
You swallow Steve’s groan with your lips when he kisses you again. He drags them along your jaw and nips at your skin as he lays you back on the bed, soothing each little bite with his tongue. He pushes your thighs apart and settles between your legs, grunting when he looks for friction between the two of you and you push upwards to meet him. He grinds his heavy cock against your aching cunt and both your mouths fall slack against each other as you moan —same breathe mingling until it’s one. He's right there where you want him, have wanted him, for so long. It takes a moment for you to recover enough from the sensation and focus back on Steve, but when you do your lips find each other again. Despite the clear need between the two of you though, the kiss remains slow; gentle but full of the fire growing within both of you. There’s no rush now, as love gains the upper hand on lust –each brush of lips conveys 3 words, and each grind of your hips makes you gasp. Steve’s hands are all over your body; your arms, the side of your waist, your legs, your stomach, your breasts, your face. There’s no place untouched, and it satisfies the burning sensation under your skin. Another moan escapes you and it’s swallowed up Steve’s hungry mouth, which now knows the way you like to be kissed and leaves you breathless. He whispers his praise against them, making you arch into him with every filthy word.
You pull away from his lips and grab his face to look at him in the eyes; brown turned black by his blown pupils. “I’m still struggling to believe this is real.”
Steve smiles at you, the adoring way he’s always done. “It is real; we have all night for you to believe it.” His hands move to pull down your underwear in juxtaposition to his sweetness. He tosses them aside before he moves away from you, crawling down your body and settling his face between your thighs
This is technically part of my au but I think it works just fine with canon So part of the upcoming rant is going to be AU exclusive stuff and part of it is just how I see canon and I am not going to tell you which
This is about Donatello's relationships with the humans he's known but it's also partially about Donnie's high and specific expectations of romance which he projects onto April in a sort of unhealthy way and which is later [hinted at being] turned completely on its head when. Casey and ensuing Bi Crisis
Also I just think the whole thing with Timothy was incredibly sad and nobody ever talks about it
Okay so Donnie grows up with no human interaction and has never so much as seen anyone in a relationship before so he gets all he knows from old romance movies and books, which he only indulges in in private bc he knows his brothers would make fun of him for being so invested in it. So he has these very specific expectations for romance, and plans for his future that are mostly fantastical because he knows he is still just a mutant turtle living in the sewers. But when he meets April he’s like all my dreams are coming true :D. They aren’t, of course, and Donnie is just kind of overbearing and weird for a little bit until he learns to tone it down. Casey is a whole other story though; Donnie doesn’t know he even Can like guys, its not something he’s ever even thought of. So he doesn’t fully realize he has feelings for Casey and what exactly they are until way after this video takes place. He kind of has a whole crisis about it, the whole breaking of the mould completely throwing off his plans and expectations. He doesn’t know if it’s allowed, and he doesn’t know what his father [now dead] would think of it. And this whole jonatello arc is going to be kind of a large part of the AU
Also. I’m pretty sure Timothy’s frozen body gets shown like one more time ever but in this AU he was taken by the kraang because i cannot stand the thought that Donnie would just never acknowledge him again
Still have not seen past season 3 tho so bear with me
Steve taking care of you when you're sick. He'd be so sweet and soft with you.
this is self-indulgent bc ive got cramps right now, so here's a wee blurb of steve being lovely to you when you're on your period! fem!reader, fluff
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You cuddled in bed for an early evening nap about an hour ago and blink awake to the soft sounds of the TV through the closed door. It's almost dark out and the passage of time is disorienting for a second.
The day has been a wash. You've done everything you needed to and no more but your sour mood and achy body make you feel rather useless. The persistent dull pain in your abdomen and lower back makes every position uncomfortable and you know there's not much to be done but hope it fades soon.
But it sounds like Steve is home. He must have popped his head in and seen you sleeping and known to leave you alone -- you'd warned him yesterday that you were liable to be a bit testy until your period finished. He's never minded.
So you know he won't mind you now. The TV sounds only a bit louder when you open the door -- he clearly kept it low -- and see him spread out on the couch watching a nature documentary. You shuffle your feet and he tilts his head back immediately to look at you over the arm of the couch. A slow smile spread across his upside-down face before his brows draw in worry.
"There she is," he says. "Did I wake you? Sorry, I tried to keep it low."
You walk towards him, fingers tracing the shape of his face when you reach the couch. "No," you tell him as he closes his eyes for a second at your touch. "Well, yeah. But it was time to get up anyway." He reaches up to bracket your wrist with his long, warm fingers and slowly brings your hand to his face, planting a soft kiss on your palm. It's an uncharacteristically tender gesture from him. Not that Steve isn't tender with you all the time -- he just isn't always so forward with it. Except when you're not doing well.
"How are we feeling?" he asks. We. Like your pain is his, like he can take it from you if he so chooses. Like you're a team against anything that hurts. Which, you think, you certainly try to be. You wrinkle your nose and consider how your traitorous body.
"Better than this morning," you say. "Cramping still." He starts to sit up to undoubtedly find you some painkillers or a heating pad but you put a hand on his chest before he can get very far. "Can we just..." you begin. "Just sit on the couch? Order takeout, maybe?"
Steve settles back into the cushions and nods. "My plans tonight are to be wherever you want me." You complete your journey around the sofa as he keeps talking. "And I think we still have some ice cream in the freezer if you want." He makes a grabby motion at you. "Well? Are you gonna come here or what?"
You laugh, but another wave of pain washes over your lower half and you wince. Steve all but pulls you down into the couch on top of him. He lets you adjust yourself, legs tangling with his and your ear on his chest, right above his heart, so it beats in your ear as look at the TV. You wiggle your hands under his back so you're holding him tight.
"Comfortable?" he asks, amused. You hum. "Do you want me to--"
"Yes," you say into his sweater. Steve knows the drill by now. One hand settles itself on your neck, gently stroking your hair. He slides the other under the soft material of your sweatshirt, palm flat. His pinky and ring finger dip below the waistband of your sweatpants so he's covering as much of your sore lower back as he can. And he's so warm. It still hurts, sure, but it hurts less because of Steve. Or at least that's what you've decided.
"What're we watching?" you mumble. He lightly kisses the top of your head. "Can you turn it up?" He reaches for the remote, careful not to shift you too much.
"Penguins. You'll probably cry."
You scoff. "So will you." He laughs and it vibrates your whole body. "PIzza later?"
"Whatever you want, baby," he says, voice soft. "Except mushrooms."
You know if you looked up he'd be grinning. You squeeze his torso in retaliation. "How dare you keep a girl from her vegetables!" you tease.
"If you had good taste I wouldn't have to." His fingernails scrape your scalp lightly and you hum again, enjoying the banter and his touch.
"I love you," you say. Steve knows it, you tell him so every day. But you love him extra right now as he tries to fend off your cramps and teases you about your pizza toppings.
"And for some reason I love you even though you like mushrooms," he replies, but you hear his heart pick up just a bit under your ear.
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pairing : na jaemin x reader hehehehehehe
genre : suggestive except i can't really write suggestive that well (YET) so mixed w angst ish
cw/tw : unedited + swearing + reader is in a dress and has hair long enough to be tied up to show their pretty af neck + jaem and reader r trying to play some kinda mind games or osemthing idrfk man + lmk if there r some that i missed bc i have my language exam day after tomorrow and i need to study CRIES
wc : 0.8k ish ...
notes : def suggest listening to it w the osng in the bg!!
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mm okay so attention by charlie puth + ex situationship!jaemin
under the hazy blue and violet lights of some party, you’d be damned if you knew whose it was, you notice him surrounded by people. obviously you won't even think of going over to him, no, you have a better plan
so you bide your time, make sure to position your figure - swathed in a gorgeous dress, perfectly equal amounts of ethereal and alluring - in such a way that he wouldn't see you immediately, no god you'd rather him have a little bit of internal debating, mind filled with thoughts of you
then!! when his eyes finally catch a glimpse of you somewhere in the corner of his view he all but completely drops his conversation with the girl he'd been talking to, yearning somewhat subconsciously for a proper glance
and boy oh boy when he finally gets the opportunity to absolutely devour you with his eyes - flickering ruby hues illuminating your figure, as you throw your head back, laughing in that utterly perfect way of yours at something someone said..
he isn't really bothered that you've apparently shown up with someone to be honest, you don't really have a relationship which warrants him having any feelings like that, not anymore
but he can't help but feel extremely concerned at the way he is immediately flooded with images of you - of your playful eyes, of your exposed neck when you tie up your hair, of how your nose wrinkled slightly when you cringed at something and your lips, oh god those lips
I know that dress is karma, perfume regret
You got me thinking 'bout when you were mine
so you really can't blame him when he walks towards you.. only to go right past and making his way to the roof
and you hate to be predictable but you really can't help making up some story, excusing yourself from the person you were with - name and face forgotten with practiced ease - as you follow behind
the chill air hits you as you seek the railing, attempting to look for him without making it obvious, but you barely have any time to process it before you feel a warmth, a very familiar warmth enveloping your figure
turn around with as much nonchalance as you can muster, which proves to be rather challenging because of how your heart seems to exalt with sheer joy it's obviously due to the success of your plan, due to you winning right? and see jaemin. looking just as in-place and confident as ever as he smiles at you
as if he's forgotten all that happened between you two. forgotten all the hugs, the hand-holding, the sleepovers which lead to certain experiments, somehow always ending with kisses placed at the corner of your lips till one day you decided you wanted more and pulled his collar, yanking his lips to meet yours in a passionate exchange
this is your game though. you've basically already won so you refuse to give up now in the face of the perilous adversity that is jaemin, when he’s decided to take up your challenge
so you indulge his mindless conversation, all the while subtly trailing your hand up his chest to its rightful place at the base of his neck as both of his own simply ensure your place between his figure and the railing, almost as if he's scared you'll suddenly run away you'd never, how could you?
pulling him closer with a deceptively slow pace, as if you're only just now noticing his oh so kissable lips. allowing yourself to miss a couple opportunities of making witty remarks at his words to make it seem as if you're lost in his vibrant, obsidian-like eyes and you could've sworn you saw the moon in them.. and.. wasn't it particularly beautiful then? as if his own beauty graciously rubbed off on the celestial entity
he takes the hint, finally, and without a single word, indulges you with a peck, lips meeting yours gently, softly. he breaks away rather quickly, much to your disappointment leading him to tell you to "use words to say what you want princess, y'know 'm not a mind reader"
"need you jaem," you find yourself complying, the promise of having him completely rendering your thinking capacity useless "need you to kiss me please"
and that's all he needs to dive in again, one hand gripping your waist and the other tilting your face upwards to meet his
the faint music of the party still rings in your ears, as your own arms clutch at his shoulders tighter, wanting to be closer, closer to him.
having to push him away, albeit unwillingly – because it feels so so painful to break apart from his soft, familiar embrace when for ages this is all that has consumed your thinking – when your breath fails you, a string of saliva stretching between your now slightly swollen lips; you gasp at the feeling of him placing feather-like kisses against your neck - not as a means to comfort, but to tease you, to rile you up further.. you attempt to distract yourself from how all your nerves seem to be on fire and yet are craving for more and more of his heat but your brain is only able to to take you back when you’d me jaemin for the first time, so blissfully unaware of how your entire soul would soon devote itself to him but due to your mind being afraid of “complications” would lead to a war within you, between your head and your heart
then a rather harsh bite right below your jaw jolts you back from your reverie, as if he knew your thoughts were wandering. that's definitely going to leave a mark
And now I'm all up on ya, what you expect?
But you're not coming home with me tonight
the only half-coherent thought in jaemin’s head on the other hand, is : fuck this, there's no way you're not going home with him
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~Stray Kids reaction to if you asked them to call you daddy~
Summary: Exactly what it says above
A/N: Gender isn’t specified so it can be read as whatever you want it to be.
Again, my spelling and grammar is not very good so ignore that and I’m always open for feedback, my requests are open but I may take awhile to answer them, sorry to the people who have sent them in and I haven’t gotten around to doing them yet I promise I will soon!
18+, DNI if you are a minor!
Chan:
Poor boy thinks he misheard you
“Umm, what? Can you say that again?”
You repeat yourself
and he flat out short circuits for a minute, lookin at you with the blankest expression
it takes him a minute-to process and comprehend this new information you just dropped on him
Finally, he’ll turn completely red
stuttering over his words ‘n all
nervous and embarrassed and kinda turned on
I don’t think he’d be particularly into it-
no he would be-
but he would much rather call you mommy or smth
definitely would call you daddy if you asked him to
and would find it kind of hot it just wouldn’t be something he’d probably ever think about of you didn’t first
Would be totally shy about it and it probably wouldn’t be a domestic thing at all, just in the heat of the moment or when he’s trying to tease you
But think about how pretty Channie would be, sitting between your legs in front of a mirror as you stroked his cock
“Such a pretty thing, aren’t you baby?” you purr, “so so pretty, who do you belong to pretty boy?”
Shivering, he nearly yells “y-you daddy! On-only you!”
Felix:
Felix on the other hand would be super into it
Has most likely fantasized about it before and so when you brought it up he was more than happy to indulge
I think that honestly whether it’s a mommy kink, mistress, master, ma’am, sir, whatever tf you want, he’d be super into it
I think he’s especially into mommy and daddy tho
Idk, smth about the nurturing role you take on really gets him going
he just wants to be taken care of by you
He’d get all blushy and cute when you told him to call you daddy for the first time
but under that sweet little flush, he’d be planning something
so be ready for this boy to come up to you during the day-whether it be in public or just at home, he’ll innocently lean into you and whisper “Daddy~” into your ear
I mean, he’s a brat-or at least tries to be-bc the second you fix him with a glare he’s dropping to his knees begging for forgiveness
So be ready for him to tease you a lot and make little plays in attempt to get punished by you
Honestly, I think it would play largely into his manhandling kink, especially if you worked out a lot or were just really strong
just pick him up when your kissing him
he will keen
scream daddy so loud the neighbours would think you’re praying to the heavenly father or some shit if they hadn’t already heard your other escapades
I’m really sorry if you’re religious, but let’s be honest what are you doing reading this if you are?💀
Honestly, RIP to your neighbours
And rip to anyone who witnessed that time Lixie accidentally moaned out daddy not so quietly, gripping your arm as he came from the vibrator up his ass
at a very public restaurant
Anyway-what I’m trying to get to the point to here
he’d love it,
be so into it
and have literally zero shame about it
Hyunjin:
Another one that would be really into it
But this time it would be brought up a different way
bc let’s be honest here,
little jinnie was already fantasizing about it
getting his ass wrecked by daddy<3
before you even got around to telling him you already discovered that he was into it
how?
Well, you see
you came home one day, having gotten off early and wanting surprise your boyfriend
and then you heard noises coming from the bedroom
long story short,
you walked in on him touching himself, whimpering out combinations of daddy and your name
begging daddy to touch him<3
wasn’t hard to put two and two together
“want daddy to take care of you jinnie?”
he will freeze in place and is straight up mortified, refusing to talk about it or even acknowledge that it happened
after LOTS of convincing, promising, and having to assure him that he wasn’t any less of a man and that you wouldn’t love him any less he finally told you himself
and then you told him that that was great bc you were going to tell him you wanted him to call you that already
relief set in instantly and all traces of embarrassment are gone
poor thing gets all red and you notice the bulge in those tight ass pants he always wears as he gets hard again
and whimpers for daddy’s help
banging my head against a wall rn
Especially loves it when you bend him over your leg as a punishment, rubbing the plush skin of his ass, teasing and sensual
before...
SMACK
He whimpers, moaning for more as you whisper filthy things into his ear
“Such a pretty painslut for daddy aren’t you?”
“How is daddy making you feel, bunny?”
“Count each hit for daddy, sweetheart.”
It’s just so fucking hot to him
And to you
So WIN-WIN
Minho:
Okay-
so he’d be into it
but tease you constantly about it
Like-when you told him-
he had to fight to keep composure
definitely took a looong cold shower after
But again, he’s a brat at heart and will take literally any and every chance to piss you off
So you better expect he’s gonna not only make fun of you and lowkey mock you for it but also look at you judgementally when you tell him to call you it
if his eyes aren’t already rolling into the back of his head
Deep down tho
somewhere in there under all that brattiness
Under all of that exterior that tries his very hardest to provoke and rile you up
is a very sweet Lee Know
That just wants to be taken care of by daddy<3
and you better believe that he’s SO into it
and when he falls into subspace (a rare occurrence in itself) he’s whining, whimpering
BEGGING for daddy to wreck him
he just wants to be used like a little toy for your pleasure
as he screams daddy at the top of his lungs
He’d mockingly call you it all the time
but feels so warm inside when he does and maybe, eventually you can get him to say it in a domestic setting unironically
if you ever get to that point, he will not mutter it outside of the privacy of your own home for anyone other than you
God bless that one time you went to pick him up from dance practice early and decided to watch as they finished up
when they were done you walked up to him, bringing him into a hug despite how sweaty and gross he was
gushing about how good he did, his ears turning red at all of the praise you showered him with
and when you were done, with his whole damn chest he said
“Thank you, Daddy.”
...
NEVER AGAIN
NEVER FUCKING AGAIN
WON’T CALL YOU THAT FOR MONTHS AFTWR
AND STILL GOES THROUGH PATCHES WHERE HE WON’T BC THE OTHERS STILL MAKE FUN OF HIM FOR IT
poor baby
Seungmin:
I think he WOULD if you really wanted him to
Would be lowkey judgemental about it
I don’t think he’s even really into calling you mommy that much,
more into mistress or master
goes along with the whole wanting to be called puppy thing, yk?
When you sat him down and told him
bc let’s be real, he’d need to sit down and talk about things before you do them
mans wants to do research and everything before getting into it
Anyway, back to the point
You tell him that you want to experiment with him calling you daddy in the bedroom
he couldn’t even hide the shock and judgement written plainly across his face
would tell you he was fine with it
we don’t kink-shame in this house
but he couldn��t even lie convincingly
terrible terrible poker face and would actually feel bed when he could see you were bummed at his reaction
and so would at least try to get into it for you
try everything at least once right?
and I think that eventually his head would associate the name with pleasure so he would like it and get some form of pleasure by saying it to a certain level
but at the end of the day just wouldn’t totally vibe with it
will downright refuse to call you it any other time
just in like, the heat of the moment
Again, he will WHOLEHEARTEDLY call you master or mistress
would probably call you that domestically
and would probably end up calling you that majority of the time instead, whether it’s by accident or on purpose
but it’s fine
bc he looks just as pretty calling you master as he does calling you daddy
Jisung:
Would he try to call you it?
Absolutely
Will he do it all the time?
Yes
Would he yell it while he’s getting fucked dumb?
Probably not
would call you it EVERYWHERE ELSE
outside the bedroom ‘n all of that
but the second he gets too into it
it’s back to mommy or noona
Boy has an issue
and it’s that he’s a mommy’s boy
no matter what,
at heart,
when you’re railing him into the mattress, making him cry from the overwhelming pleasure you give him,
as he drags blunt nails down your back, leaving marks he’ll gaze at lovingly later, sobbing into your neck while begging for more
it’s mommy he’s begging
Lowkey funny
Bc it’s all “Daddy, please!”, “Daddy touch me!**cute pout**”, “Daddy!”
until you hit his prostate
it’s like a switch,
there’s no more of that. his brain straight up malfunctions and his body melts
it’s mommy now
or noona
It’s not that he doesn’t think calling you daddy is hot or anything
Hannie finds it insanely hot
and gets incredibly turned on whenever either you refer to yourself as daddy or he does
just at the end of the day he’s a momma’s boy
and i don’t think it really depends on your gender even, he’s going to end up calling you mommy at some point
and it’s when he’s getting fucked so hard he’s seeing stars
Changbin:
Okay, I can see this man being super into it
I think that it’s less what the title he calls you is, but how it makes him feel
if that makes sense?????
Like, the more humiliating it is, the better
ESPECIALLY
if you called him pretty girl at the same time or something
Just play with his nipples and
“Such pretty tits for daddy~ such a pretty thing, right babygirl?”
JESUS FUCKING CHRI-
“Yes daddy! Just for you, such a pretty girl for you!”
brain exe. has stopped working
HUGE THING FOR FEMINIZATION
He likes to be roughed up and i think that calling you daddy would play into that largely
I also think that he’d tease you with it
just a little
Whispering things into your ear in public, smirking at the fact that you can’t do anything to him yet
YET
when you get home just tie him up and tape bullet vibrators to his sensitive nipples
watch as he squirms, whining for his daddy to touch him
but you only watch him, smirking as you call him your slutty little girl, just for you
He just cries and mewls as he comes untouched from that
IMAGINE
taking a sharpie or marker or anything and writing all over his body with it
Things like ‘Daddy’s toy,”, “Property of daddy”, “Use me daddy″, “Play with my pretty parts<3″, ”Pinch here”, “Rub here”, etc
Then make him get on his knees and circle him, taking pictures of him all covered up in your words
IM REALLY SORRY, I HAVE ISSUES
IN:
Honestly-
honestly
He’d never even imagine that he ever could like it
whenever he saw a daddy kink in media or porn he’d be cringing, thinking it was weird
that was, until you
until you leaned down to his ear, mid grind, voice lust-filled and husky, sending shivers down his spine as you whispered into his ear
“You gonna be good for daddy babyboy?”
Straight up loses his shit
That word became his life-line
repeated it over and over like a broken record
begging for daddy
to ruin him
to touch him
to please, please let him cum
it would be so fucking hot
For both of you
but afterward-
after you’d cleaned him up and everything suddenly he realized what happened
queue extremely confused innie, staring at the wall blankly
like ?????
‘I never though that it could be that hot????’
Still winces whenever he sees a daddy kink anywhere other than when he’s calling you it
saying it to you makes him feel a certain way that porn could never convey properly
Innie would come up to you while you’re sitting on the couch
get on his knees, on the floor, resting his face against your knee or smth
the insides of your thighs if you let him pls do
not even in a sexual way, he’ll leave kisses across your skin and look up at you with hearts in his eyes
‘N say
‘I love you daddy.”
Then it does become a sexual thing
as you spend the rest of the night making him scream
Soooo this has been in the works for a while. Some fun and self indulgent and silly au that I actually got way too attached to!!! To the point I've actually got a whole outline of a story for it! Going to put it in under the cut :^]
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For context: I haven't really decided if this is a completely parallel universe where kris and susie and everyone else has any input on the world. Or if its simply just a year or two early to main storyline stuff. Idk, still thinking, I'll figure it out eventually.
Story time now though! Just as they are in their actual canon story, arrfs is from space! An alien trying to integrate into the Lightner world. Despite pups best efforts over the years, she still manages to wind up without a friend. I'm still heavily workingshopping what exactly their Lightner life was like or how exactly they stumbled into the dark world, all I know is pup gets there somehow!
Once arrfs DOES reach the dark world, pup is absolute terrified. Not only is there no one to tell them what's going on or where they are, but there's also no one to face the unknown with her. Unsure what to make of the change of clothes and new surroundings, pup treks on until- just as she does in the actual deltarune canon- queen pops up out of nowhere to capture her!!! Arrfs instinctually turns into a little tiny worm as a way to hide and defend pupself and queen just accepts it, going "Oh shit lol they disappeared woah. Okay bye."
Skipping ahead a bit bc otherwise we'll be here all day (and also bc I mainly have the meat of this story planned out rather than anything prior)! Arrfs stumbles around cyber city lost and confused after a close run-in with some ambyu-lances. That is, until they find themself in an alleyway. And who else do they find there other than spamton g. spamton himself!!! Instantly picking up on the fact that pup is a Lightner, spamton attempts to lure her into buying one of his wares so that pup may learn to trust him. Which quickly goes south when he realizes that arrfs doesn't have a single cent to their name. He frowns, instead offering her a place to relax. A place to stop running from every Darkner that attempts to approach them. This lands arrfs in spamtons shop, of course! While it seems like a friendly offer, in reality it's mainly offered so that spam has more time to think up a deal. One that would really hook arrfs and ultimately benefit spamton himself.
But then it hits him. This Lighter is lost and confused with nowhere to go and no one to turn to. If he were to hire them with promise of a roof over their head and a place to stay (however low quality and surrounded by garbage it may be), they would not only be a much friendlier face to lure his customers in, but would also come to trust him. THAT'S how you hook a customer and make them into a returning one. That's his ticket into getting into the basement. And to his surprise... arrfs jumps on the idea! Pup's very desperate to get a controlled grip on this world, and most of all, really just to find a friend after all these years. Blissfully unaware of the real nature behind the deal, she seals it.
I'm still working on the exact details of how the rest of it plays out, all I know is that the two actually do wind up becoming genuine friends! Spamton initially was in it for himself, sure, but instead he finds himself so comfortable with the first genuine friendship he's had in years. He fufills his goal of enabling arrfs to be completely trusting of him, but he never figured he would be so trusting of them as well. Not to mention that with all of arrfs help, they've pulled together a bit more of a stable income. She's even encouraged him to create his own art that sells for a much higher price than his normal wares. He almost wants to delay getting his hands on want he wants down in the basement out of fear he may lose all the good he's found. Almost.
And that's what I've got so far! I think it's fun!
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Extra design notes!!!
I know I stylized black and gray as blue on spamton btw but that was just the fit the blue theme on the rest of this. Arrfs' cloak is actually just that color blue!
Arrfs is surrounded by butterfly themes in the dark world! I figured that since their themes are mainly focused on grubs and caterpillars outside of the au just as a normal sona, butterflies would be a cool approach to show some kind of change! That's also the shape of their cloak- butterfly wings!
hi everyone! this is my first non-kpop reading!! i am so nervous but excited bc ive been wanting to expand my horizons for a while. i have another footballer lined up for a reading but feel free to request others if you are curious. please remember this is just for fun and i am just a girl w cards <3 ok thank you! hope u enjoy
personal readings
DISCLAIMER: this is all speculative and for entertainment purposes only, so take it with a grain of salt :)
(italicised is the card on the bottom of the tarot deck which is meant to represent the subconscious/blind spot of the situation + rx means reversed)
9 of pentacles, 9 of cups, 3 of cups, 9 of wands | athlete | house seven: profound relationships, intimacy, and romantic partnerships | snake
firstly i just wanna say wow with three 9 cards. from a numerology perspective with multiple 9 cards, individuals with this energy achieve success early on in their lives as 9 signifies completion, so although jude has many admirers, he unfortunately has people waiting for his downfall due to envy. this energy tells me that jude is a very lucky and well-rounded individual, i sense a feeling of nonchalant-ness as his talent and work ethic come so natural to him. the 9 of pentacles tell me that jude is someone who thoroughly enjoys the fruits of his labour, he could be someone who loves indulging in luxury wether that'd be food, travel, experiences, etc. i also get the feeling that he loves spoiling those around him. he could be someone who loves presenting himself as someone diplomatic, tactful and well-mannered. with the 9 of cups, i see jude as someone who is emotionally fulfilled and can be idealistic. this card indicates someone positive, optimistic, content and fulfilled, however i do feel that jude could be someone who wears rose coloured glasses and has a sense of naivety. i just pick up on very youthful energy with jude, sheltered to an extent as well. i envision him as someone who sees the good in people and prefers to focus on the positives than the negatives. now i literally laughed when i pulled the 3 of cups, as that tells me that jude could have a tendency to be very dependent in his relationship, whether that would be familial, friendship or even romantic. i sense that he is someone who is easily influenced when in groups and is more of a "go with the flow" type of person. he might struggle with doing stuff himself or trusting his intuition, as I feel he relies heavily on the opinions and perspectives of those around him to encourage him. this card also tells me that jude's a social butterfly, he could be the type to enjoy going out to parties, socialising and meeting new people. there's this energy of lightheartedness as I feel that he's a really compassionate and collaborative individual, he gives me the type to love doing group projects hahaha. he's someone who's very in tune with others' needs and can read a room very well. i think one of his biggest fears could be coming across as rude or insincere to others, which could be due to his upbringing. gives me the energy that he can be quite the hedonistic individual and approach life with a "glass half full" mindset. the 9 of wands as the hidden energy could indicate that jude is someone who is still unsure about himself. it makes sense since he's only 20, but I think sometimes when he thinks about his life/position too much he can get easily overwhelmed. it's obvious that he has lots of pressure, but I feel that most of the pressure is self-inflicted. he could also be overly cautious or paranoid, so any decision he makes he will always have multiple backup plans and avoid taking risks (he's a dream for his pr team lmao). i also get a feeling of restlessness with this card, and that this is the side of himself when he is vulnerable and that he rarely shows. i get the feeling that he is still figuring himself out and enjoying the lighthearted aspects of life currently. as he gets older I feel he will obviously mature, and understand himself more. but right now, he just seems very lighthearted and youthful (just like most boys his age rn) and that the "real deep stuff" will come to his realisation later in life.
the athlete card for the athlete!! what a surprise LMAO. this card describes an individual who is dedicated to transcending physical limits and develops personal willpower and strength of spirit. another thing I picked up is that jude could love feeling like the "people's champion" and he feels a large sense of fulfilment if he knows he has inspired people or influenced them. i also pick up on the energy that he loves working towards something physical, in this case, it could be towards his physical body as he feels satisfaction with tangible things. i see that he enjoys the competitiveness of his job, as well as "performing", but the feeling of him enjoying being people's role model is what motivates him more. again, the 7th house card which reiterates the 3 of cups points earlier, he really prioritises harmony and puts a lot of his worth in his connections with others. he could also be a libra rising cause he does give me that vibe. although this card does indicate romance and its importance, with jude currently I feel like he is prioritising his business partnerships with others and ways to elevate himself in that realm. the snake card tells me that jude is a charismatic and creative individual, he could have an untapped creative side. he could also be someone who jumps from one project or another, like start and stop multiple projects cause he has a lot of ideas.
so that's it for the reading! let me know if you have any feedback, questions or requests! my askbox is always open for a chat as well <3 sending you love and light always :) hope you enjoyed!
summary: you have never seen snow before and miles will not let that stand
warnings: none! this is pure fluff! ^^
word count: 1.1k
this song inspired this oneshot! i will find any way to make k-pop and my interests mix hehe
omg i’m reading this again after like almost two years after writing and posting this on my wattpad (won’t link either of my accounts bc both of them are very much inactive) and the one thing i would like to address is i made the reader from texas bc i am from texas lol so forgive me if you live in a cold place HEHE, can you tell this was purely self-indulgent for me who was a junior in high school
BUT EITHER WAY i hope you enjoy it!!
also i edited like two sentences so sorry if this doesn’t match my usual writing style lol IF I EVEN HAVE A WRITING STYLE
little white flakes pile onto the big, white puffs that had only just been formed that morning but we're already the size of small mountains. the scen of the white landscape was completely foreign to you and made you lose every train of thought you tried to form, which wasn't surprising considering you had just moved from texas to new york city a few months ago and the first snow of the winter had started early that morning. you woke up shocked, completely enamored with the sight of snow: you couldn't remember the last time you'd seen it. it was so hot where you were from and the look and feel of it all was so much more than you thought it ever was. you just couldn't believe it. while you stared in wonder out the classroom's big window, though, the rest of the class was completely unfazed; they'd been playing in snow before they even learned how to walk so they all followed along with the calculus lesson or tapped away on their phones. they were all more than likely making winter break plans with friends or family but a certain friend of yours was looking to strike up a conversation.
"what are you looking at?"
"the snow." you say without taking your eyes off of the window, making miles roll his eyes as he looks wherever you are looking. "isn't it so pretty?" you almost whisper, your friend giving you a goofy look. "i wouldn't say that. kinda depressing if we're being honest." he says before you turn your attention away from the window to punch him in the shoulder, making miles laugh.
"you're just acting like that cus you've seen snow since you were little."
"yeah, right, and you haven't?"
you just nod when the teacher turns to look at the class, phones being hidden or completely put away and conversations being wrapped up. "no way, are you serious? wait, (y/n), texas CAN'T be that hot, can it?" he says, paying no attention to the teacher scanning the classroom.
"yes, it gets VERY hot, now-"
"miles, (y/n), am i interrupting something?"
you merely shake your head 'no' while miles jumps in his seat, quickly shaking his head as he looks at his page of notes and tries to pretend he had been invested in the lesson before. and just like that, the topic is dropped and miles starts to come up with a plan that could either make or break a friendship he was looking to make something more.
"(y/n)..!"
"why the hell are you whispering, its so loud in here!"
miles desperately tries to grab your attention, head on your shoulder from behind as he tries to pull you away from your friends who have launched into conversation amongst each other as he told you he had ditched his own friends to come and get you. "come on, come with me! you won't regret it, i promise." he says, sitting in the empty seat next to you once it is vacant, his hands holding yours as he playfully pleads with you. you laugh at his act and try to ignore your cheeks heating up, hoping you could somehow cover up a involuntary act: you weren't going to let your friends embarass you in front of your crush more than they already have in the past.
"but why?! you aren't planning something weird, are you?"
"what-no, listen-"
"miles, is that YOU?~" one of your friends shout from a distance, the all too familiar sing-songy voice making you stand without hesitation. "wherever you're taking me, do it now." you say, taking miles' hands in yours and running out of the cafeteria. before you can stop, miles has started leading you down the empty hallways and to a school exit.
"wait, where EXACTLY are we going?"
"you wanted snow..." miles starts, getting on one knee and opening his backpack: you finally saw the contents in his originally huge backpack. two big winter coats billow out as he unzips it and hands a coat to you, soft in your hands. "...you're getting snow. put that on." your eyes go wide and a smile makes its way to your lips as you both slip on the coats but you were obviously more desperate as you try to fidget with the zipper. in the end, you get some help from miles and excitedly wait by the exit.
"why aren't you going out?
"because! i don't want to be all alone in the cold." you say, sticking your tongue out at him before he puts on his own jacket. "alright, ready? you go first." miles says, ready to open the doors for you. you bite your lip in anticipation, the smile on your lips making miles the happiest he'd been in a while.
"go!"
the doors are opened and you expect to sprint out, ready to greet the cold landscape with its grey sky and white hills. instead, you step out carefully, snow crunching uder your feet as you are instantly met with a slight breeze that only makes the day colder. "miles, its...." you can barely form a sentence, some flakes still falling and melting in your hair or on your cheeks: you were in complete awe.
"are we gonna play or what?"
you turn to look at miles who has joined you outside, a scarf stuffed into the pocket of his jacket as he steps towards you. "um, but i don't know how." you mumble at which miles chuckles and shakes his head before he scoops up some snow and packs it into a ball.
"like this."
you didn't catch the mischievous smile that formed on his lips and therefore don't anticipate the snowball. and that was the beginnning of a war.
by the end of lunch, the both of you were panting and laying in a small pile of snow, their warm breath forming small clouds in the air.
"i can see how you can get sick of snow."
miles laughs, tipping his head back as you giggle. "once you live here longer, you'll get used to it." he says, his eyes focusing on you now. silence takes over the both of you as you both make an unspoken agreement to get ready to go back into the school.
"miles, i really did have fun today."
"yeah, i did too."
you both stand in front of each other, your own cheeks and nose red from the cold. your hands find each other, fingers intertwining as a smile makes its way onto miles lips.
"is this going to be like that one movie where-"
"just don't make a joke for once."
you finally press your lips to miles', making him grunt softly as he kissed back without hesitation and his hands placed themselves on your waist. you had completely forgotten the cold for just those minutes, but you had never felt so warm in your life.
TADAAAAAAA THATS A WRAP!!
i will forever be obsessed with the spiderverse, i love everything about it and hope that i did my favorite spiderman justice with this! thanks for reading and i hope you liked it! <33
A stupid shipper's guide to the Peloponnese, part 1: Olympia and its hidden gems
Easily the most hectic vacation ever. Also, one of the most awaited because after three years of pandemic craze I was finally able to cobble a sort of satisfying itinerary. And hoped to indulge very (high maintenance, ahem) important people I shall mention strictly nothing about: some things are just for me, said someone essential for this fandom. So I agree with thee, Ms. B., in all your transparent assertive glory, since we know exactly who you meant.
Also, almost nothing about the first five days spent in ludicrous nothingness, mediocre sunbathing and seafood gluttony on the perplexing little island of Aegina, roughly 45 minutes East of Athens by speedboat. Ah, Aegina, your fabled misty light, your pistachio groves, your pilgrims coming in droves by above speedboat in the hope to be cured by Saint Nectarios' relics (kept in a horrifyingly huge vault of a church the size of a Saudi mosque), your cunning & idiotic taxi drivers... Three days is ideal. Nine nights was a sore mistake, so we cut the apple in half and left this faux Ha-wa-wee sunrise view from the terrace:
With the help of my stellar mechanic in the capital, we managed to recoup two-thirds of Plan A and immediately hit the road to Olympia, home of those Games and of my favorite museum in this corner of the world. En route, we had way too many pit stops, ate unwashed nectarines on the side of the road, juices flowing obscenely on forearms and cursed the industrious maintenance works blocking all the traffic: this is Greece, after all, a (deeply loved) country like no other, and thankfully not mine.
In the process, traded Ha-wa-wee for this serene olive canopy and immediately jumped in the pool:
By the next morning, I had managed to fully catch up with the Scots/Mex Tattooed Female innuendo and found it a) not funny, b) desperate enough to be of her own making and c) completely tasteless and irrelevant to any given narrative line favored by this Nagasaki of a fandom. Such vulgar paucity needed a strong antidote: follow me to a place of beauty and grace, floor temperature 55 Celsius /131 Fahrenheit.
The Archeological Museum of Olympia is one of the more compact affairs of the kind, but it makes up for this shortcoming with a superbly curated selection of just about the best of the diggings.
Things like this. It could be mistaken for its Chinese contemporary, but it is a Corinthian horse, circa 5th century BC :
Or this representation of Nike/Victory, not as formidable as the one at the Louvre (which to me is Freedom itself), but still:
Spandex or not, who cares? Heh.
Or the Temple gallery, where the statues are presented in the Munich Glyptothek style, for an immediate punch in the gut effect:
Shippers watching the Narrative unfold:
Not that Wedding:
Oops. Stupid shipper further doxing herself - no makeup, dehydrated, but resilient and insufferable (firmly intending to remain so). Hi there, Mordor, bet the farm we never met?
By way of contrast, a classical representation of Anon:
Which one of the Negationist Trifecta? Place your bets, ladies:
All of us pondering a comment:
#oohdembuns: Hermes' buns, as seen by Praxiteles, to be exact:
Note the rugged back - rings a bell? I would bet handsome money Anna Foerster knows something about this particular statue. Historically speaking, the reason it remained unpolished is because it most likely was ensconced in a niche of sorts. This is the kind of objectification I wouldn't mind being a part of on a daily basis, by the way.
Face view of the above. The midsection focal point has been piously lost in the sands of time. Never mind: not the leaked MUA reel, either - that's most likely baby Dionysus, the one S has to intensely pay lip service to, as we speak:
Turning right to the Roman room. PA TMcG on payday:
Toga pleats are a major turn-on for this stupid shipper:
Onwards to Mycenae. Had to split this in two, for convenience.
Warnings: HEAVY THEMES OVERALL!!! Misogyny, mentions of brothels and infidelity (oc was born out of wedlock), mentions of weapon and combat, suggestive kinda, mentions of famine, profanity, social inequities, mythology/historical inaccuracies (i did my best to do research but reminder that this is a fictional fantasy based in anceint Greece), oc has a specific appearance this era, unedited
The last few rays of the sunset warmed Jeonghan’s skin, rejuvenating his spirit and making him feel more alive after a long day’s worth of work. He was thankful to the god, Apollo, for letting his chariot run a while longer to allow Jeonghan and Joshua this luxury – after all, they did swipe a few stars from his sister Artemis for him to gift his human lover. It was the least Apollo could do.
The leaves of the olive tree hanging overhead tickled Jeonghan’s forearms as the gentle summer breeze passed through. The weather was exquisitely balanced; a wonderful way to end the day. All would’ve been perfect, but there was a thorn in his side that ceased to let Jeonghan reside in complete bliss.
“How’s your little thief?” Joshua asked.
“My thief?” Jeonghan replied, dubiously, his eyes still shut close in an attempt to indulge in any lingering ounce of comfort.
Joshua nodded, humming in response as he pushed a piece of rye in between his lips. “Yeah, your thief. The one the whole city is vying for – and not in a good way.”
Jeonghan feigned nonchalance and stupidity. “Ah, her.”
“You don’t have to pretend like it doesn’t bother you, you know,” Joshua chortled, nudging his shoulder. Jeonghan’s eyes fluttered open, throwing his companion a dirty look. “Even if you managed to fulfill all the prayers Zeus assigned to you today, I know the very thought of her still bothers you – you’ve been restless for several nights!”
Jeonghan sighed, adjusting himself to sit up straighter. “She may look innocent and fragile, but she is not an easy one. I have been trying to muster the right plan to approach her without causing a ruckus – as you know, those are difficult to clean up.”
“The mastermind himself has met his match at last,” Joshua commented.
Subconsciously, Jeonghan’s hand flew to his neck, his fingers toying with the brass key at the memory of you. “She is smarter than most – I believe she suspected me when I approached her in the market. Most humans are usually blinded by my beauty to think clearly.”
“So she thinks you ugly?” Joshua joked.
Jeonghan scowled again at his best friend. Joshua held up his hands in defense, silently reassuring him it was a friendly tease.
“Can’t you just zap her into the underworld?” Joshua suggested.
“Surely, you cannot be asking me this now?” Jeonghan retorted. “You are an angel and we do not condemn or kill unless commanded by the holy gods themselves. Besides! She must face the consequences of her actions determined by Hermes and Zeus, let alone the journey to the underworld is not as easy as ‘zapping.’ There’s the River of Styx, trials and tribulations–”
Joshua waved off his friends. “I got it, I got it – stop going on a tangent and distracting yourself! No wonder you cannot capture her!”
“You should watch your mouth before I shove you off this tree, Joshua,” Jeonghan grumbled. “How dare you underestimate me! I am an angel.”
“As am I,” Joshua replied, “I can fly if you push me off.”
Jeonghan huffed, rolling his eyes in annoyance. “Sometimes, I wonder how I’ve lived this long in your presence.”
“As you have explained, you cannot ‘zap’ me into the underworld,” Joshua remarked.
“You–”
“I have information that may or may not be of help to you,” Joshua cut him off.
“Information?” Jeonghan repeated slowly, narrowing his eyes. He did his best to recollect his composure. “You could’ve just told me so rather than mocking me.”
“Where would the fun in that be?”
“The information?”
Joshua smoothed the skirt of his chiton. “Your little thief happens to be the illegitimate child of the Greek Archon – her and her little brother’s mother was one of the brothel workers.”
Rather than ease and satisfaction, there was an unsettling sensation that overtook Jeonghan’s body. The rye he was snacking on suddenly taste like metal, his throat growing dry as his limbs grew stiff.
Yet, it wasn’t the news that you were born out of wedlock that was bothering him.
“A little brother, you say?”Jeonghan asked again, ensuring he wasn’t mishearing his friend.
“Mhm,” Joshua confirmed.
His heart began to sink. “H-how ‘little’ is this . . . little brother?”
Joshua shrugged, not noticing the sudden change in demeanor in his friend. “Not sure – just something I heard through the grapevine.”
“And you’re sure it was her? The thief girl?” Jeonghan asked more urgently. A piece of him was suddenly wishing Joshua had made a mistake and was gravely wrong. “Th-there are plenty of children born into brothels, a-and how is this information even useful?”
Only then did Joshua begin to realize the panic his friend was entering. The former crinkled his brows in confusion, lips twisting into a pout.
“I mean,” Joshua said slowly, “One would think she would follow in her mother’s footsteps. Perhaps she resides at the brothel.”
For some reason, this angered Jeonghan – a turbulence picking up momentum in his chest as he let out a frustrated huff and stood up on the branch. He couldn’t quite understand what exactly about this situation was upsetting him, let alone, they were criticisms and rumors about the source of his problems and apprehension for these past few weeks. However, it was there and didn’t seem like it would dissipate any time soon.
“I believe you are mistaken,” Jeonghan said calmly, a slight shake to his tone. He held up his hand, waving his opposite one over his pinky finger to reveal the thin string of silk gold thread. It glistened beautifully in the sunset, the last few rays of light reflecting off the metal.
Joshua gasped.
“I tied it to the jade ring she stole. Where she goes, I can trace her whereabouts with Athena’s silk gold thread and I highly doubt it’s at a brothel,” Jeonghan explained.
“Jeonghan, but you know that is not the purpose of Athena’s thread,” Joshua scolded, “If it’s past the time, you will not be able to cut ties! Your fates will be entangled!”
“It is only a legend that the gods made to keep creatures like us away from powerful tools like this,” Jeonghan said coolly. He admired the knot, tugging at the string extending from it as if to tease Joshua – tease you that he was coming. “Why keep it locked away when it can be used to our benefit?”
“Jeonghan,” Joshua repeated his friend’s name sternly. “We must return it before Athena notices–”
The sound of a ‘clunk’, metal meeting wood, interrupted Joshua’s warning. His eyes widened in horror as he noticed the brass and sapphire key descending into the field of sorghum, the worn leather strap fluttering in the air as the prized object was about to meet its doom. Joshua lept from the tree branch, unleashing his wings to swoop and rescue the key.
How could Jeonghan be so careless? This was the key to the Pithos! Any calamity upon the key led to the danger of the box, unleashing horrible unknowns even to them as heavenly beings.
When Joshua landed, key tightly wrapped in his fist, Jeonghan was already preparing for take-off, presumably to find you.
“Keep it safe for me, Joshua,” Jeonghan advised, “She already seems to know something is not quite right about that key.”
. . . .
Okay . . .
So, perhaps Joshua’s “information” was not far from the truth at all.
Dusk had settled over the city, the dusty streets cleared of humans, only a few stragglers making their way home.
Alone, stood Jeonghan, wrapped in a worn brown cloak, in the guise of a common man, in front of the brothel at the edge of town. The old building towered over him, candles blazing from the main floor – some already retired to their quarters above. He could hear the jovial tune being played on the kithara, accompanied by the aulos. Hearty laughter bellowed from the thick chests of the men there seeking special company, tinkles of girlish laughter quick to follow.
His thread had led him here.
He couldn’t help, but shake off the feeling of disappointment . . . was it? Perhaps he was anticipating something . . . a little more grand for his little thief.
Jeonghan unveiled his hood. Just as he was about to make his way inside, someone else stepped out. The slam of the wooden door thundered across the quiet neighborhood, the bottom edge threatening to crack and chip against the clay more than it already was.
“Fancy seeing you here, merchant,” you greeted him, your voice dripping in saccharine.
“M’lady,” Jeonghan greeted you sarcastically, bowing his head ever so slightly.
Much to his surprise, he had half expected you to be dressed in a thin and loose chiton that hardly covered your virtue. Yet, here you stood in a warrior’s chiton and chlamys – much different from the elegant gown he saw you in at the marketplace. The lack of makeup dusting your features and the way the fitted outfit hung loose around your frame shocked Jeonghan . . . you appeared rather famished.
Silence, then a beat.
You took a step towards him, the pebbles crunching under your feet seemingly deafening to Jeonghan’s ear. He has never met a human, let alone a girl, quite so bold.
“I don’t like playing games, so let’s just get to the point,” you quipped. You pulled the jade ring from the folds of your chiton and tossed it in his direction. Jeonghan didn’t dare to catch it, letting it tumble on the dirt sidewalk before his feet. You crossed your arms over your chest, narrowing your eyebrows at him. “You’re too foolish to be a merchant – who exactly are you and what would you want?”
Jeonghan smirked, letting his gaze fall to his feet. Slowly, he bent down and picked up the ring, cradling it in his palm. He turned it over, his thumb rubbing against the gold and then the smoothened stone.
His insouciance seemed to have bothered you, for Jeonghan could tell, you were growing impatient. Your breathing was growing uneven as your fury coursed through your veins; your jaw clenched several times as you tried to form the right words to get the information you wanted from him.
“Did my beloved father send you?” you sneered.
“Quite rude to speak to a guest of this lovely inn like that,” Jeonghan pouted sarcastically. He scanned over the building before looking at you once more. “What would your boss think?”
“Miss Samara has no claim over me,” you remarked.
“Fascinating indeed,” Jeonghan marveled. He walked closer to you and you didn’t dare budge. He took note of your hollowed cheeks and the bags under your eyes. Nonetheless, your features were . . . exquisite and unique, particularly your eyes. Flecks of green tinted your iris that stood out in the dark. Alas, your father was apparently the king and your mother plausibly an equally beautiful woman for their unholy union to have happened.
He flipped a piece of your hair off your collarbone and leaned over so his lips were by your ear. “Then what would a lovely girl like you be doing here other than for pleasure then?”
At this, you shoved Jeonghan away – surprisingly much stronger than he was expecting. He stumbled back, quick to brace himself within a few steps.
You unsheathed a dagger from your hip and pointed it at him.
“I assure you, merchant, I am more than capable of taking care of myself,” you spat.
“Sassy,” Jeonghan chuckled, “Though I would love to entertain the gesture, I’m afraid you have been too much of a nuisance on my to-do list for me to stay and play.”
The space between your brows creased and dipped. Jeonghan noted the way your stance faltered the same.
“Let me introduce myself,” Jeonghan unclasped the hook on his cloak, unfurling it and throwing it aside, revealing his stark white and gold accent attire underneath. He rolled back his shoulders, readying to unfurl his wings before you. “You were right: I am not a merchant.”
Your breath hitched. You swallowed the lump in your throat harshly. “You talk too much for my liking.”
“You’ve caused me enough trouble for weeks now, at least allow me this dramatic introduction,” Jeonghan teased. He opened his arms and gave you yet another bow, but more humorous this time – as if he was putting on a performance. Jeonghan tugged at a capsule on his belt, golden ropes appearing in his hand. “I’m archangel Yoon – some call me simply, Jeonghan. I’m paying you a visit because a little birdie, or rather several, have informed me of your sins.”
“Lies,” you whispered softly.
“Oh, but is it?” Jeonghan snapped his fingers and a scroll appeared in his opposite hand. He unrolled it, the length nearly reaching the ground. His eyes skimmed across the silver lettering. “Thief, bandit, deceiver, debtor – oh my! Arsonist as well, child?”
Your cheeks grew hot. You were more than aware of the crimes you committed against society and though you hid yourself, it was not out of shame. Nonetheless, this self-proclaimed archangel made you feel so. You had vowed yourself long ago, you wouldn’t let yourself be ridiculed as such. Memories of begging for change and crumbs on the muddy streets on a rainy day, your father, the so-called king casting you out and claiming he did not know you or your mother, flashed before your eyes, fueling the fire in your core.
Irritated was an understatement when you threw your dagger at Jeonghan, splitting apart his scroll and nearly nailing him in-between his eyes if it wasn’t for his supernatural agility.
“Now miss, that wasn’t very kind,” Jeonghan whined, “We don’t want to add ‘murderer’ to this list now, do we?”
You didn’t answer him, only unsheathing another dagger from your belt.
“I’m afraid you’ve mistaken me for someone else,” you said stiffly. “If you knew what was good for you, Archangel Yoon, I suggest you go about your evening – peacefully.”
“You can’t be serious?” Jeonghan snorted. “You, a human, really think you can beat me?” He paused for dramatic effect, his lips curling into a shit-eating grin. “Miss Y/N Y/L/N?”
Your eyes widen in horror. Immediately, you spun around to retreat inside the brothel. However, Jeonghan was faster – his ropes shackled around your feet, making you tip forward onto your knees.
“Under the order of Zeus and the heavenly order, you are under arrest and will face punishment for your sins, Miss Y/L/N,” Jeonghan declared.
“Y/N!” a childish voice suddenly cried out from behind him.
Jeonghan spun around to find a boy in a tattered robe, set off in a sprint towards you.
“Hansol! No!” you shouted.
The little brother.
The boy brushed past Jeonghan, his shoulder bumping against the angel’s thigh as he reached for you, wrapping his chubby fingers around your shoulders as best as he could.
“Stop! Stop! You can’t take her! You can’t take Y/N away!” Hansol spun around, arms splayed around you protectively. “She’s all I have – I will not let you take her!”
“Hansol!” you shoved your brother behind you. “Listen to me, I need you to go–”
He thrashed violently in your hold. “We will not live this life without you, Y/N!
We?
“The other children and I will not survive!” Hansol cried. Tears welled in his dark brown orbs. They started streaming down his cheek.
“Hansol, please listen to me,” you swiped at his tears, your own starting to prick along your water lines.
“Ch-children?” Jeonghan stammered.
Hansol was wailing now.
Your gaze shot up at the angel – rage and agony swarming in your eyes. The green he once noticed had turned . . . red.
“Y-you mean, there’s more than one child?” Jeonghan asked in disbelief. The same turbulence from his time with Joshua earlier began to return to his chest. He had a duty to accomplish, but his heart begged him to not complete it instead.
“Yes,” you growled, pushing Hansol away from Jeonghan.
Inside the brothel, the music had ceased as had the laughter, replaced with confused chattering instead.
“Is that . . . a child?”
“In this part of town?”
“Where are they? W-what are you doing to them?” Jeonghan demanded, his breathing growing shallow. Surely, you had to be some sort of sadistic laborer, right?
Between this new information and the unrest inside, the angel was running out of time to get his answers. If the people of the brothel come out and find him in his true form, it would not only mean a visit to Tartarus, but perhaps death to the humans who did not deserve such fate.
“She takes care of them, you idiot.”
A figure emerged from the alley. The silhouette transformed into a thin, but built man. His face was seemingly cherubic and cheerful, but his expression was cold.
“Seungkwan,” you said breathlessly. You pinched the bridge of your nose, frustrated to have brought another person who mattered to you into this quarrel.
Jeonghan turned to you in disbelief. “Y-you . . . take care of them? The children?”
You had no choice but to answer him, slowly nodding once.
“B-but that doesn’t make sense,” Jeonghan stuttered, “Y-you’re,” he pointed at the ripped scroll, “The sins, the prayers, but never word of the children – it can’t possibly be?”
Seungkwan kicked at the scroll on the ground. “Newsflash, angel: society sucks and your gods are full of bullshit.”
As the inn door flew open, there was a blur of white and gold.
Jeonghan unfurled his wings and spun once, vanishing into thin air.
AND AND AND 🥺 brat reader being only brat and not a bitch and does nice and soft things for bodyguard Abby like buys her shoes that Abby wanted for so long or bakes for her and it’s like a cupcake and there’s “Bite me” written there and reader is just grinning and maybe even reader does some pink purple the necklaces but for wrist (😭) and it’s something so dirty and so sweet and Abby wears it so proud
And reader taking care of Abby when she’s sick and Abby can’t take her bratty behaviour anymore so she stops and makes Abby some soup and cold towel on forehead
Abby holding reader when she has nightmares?!?!?!
Like reader sneaking out from her room to make some hot chocolate and Abby’s bodyguard sense are on fire and Abby is quiet and then it’s like “Where you think you going young lady?” with stern voice and y/n screams in fear and then she’s crying and shaking bcs those nightmares and the storm outside aren’t helpful so Abby tucks you in with the hot chocolate and holds you on her chest and in her arms as she’s soothing your soft cries down with sweet words
OH THIS GOT ME SO EXCITED
yes !!!!!! that’s the exact kinda reader i was going for ! like bratty and a little spoilt but not bitchy & hard. she’s still very soft n sensitive :( and abby is always completely thrown by her random spikes of brattiness but can’t help but indulge in her demands for princess treatment 🥹🥹 ugh these all sound so good im gonna start planning this fic asap!!!!!!!!