#but i am determined to figure this puzzle out

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'*•.¸♡ — simon 'ghost' riley' x fem!reader

you wanna kiss me so bad — part 2 (wc 1.4k)

part 1 [this can still be read w/o reading pt 1]

You had taken Ghost’s jests in stride. He clearly wanted to one-up you; wanting to show you and Soap he could be just as comical. 

At least he wasn’t angry when you teased him. But still, you hadn’t expected him to respond the way he had. 

You were used to playful teasing, like you would with a sibling. And normally, you could handle crude remarks, always making those with Soap. But when it came to Ghost, something about the way he said them bothered you more than it should have.

You had refrained from talking to Ghost, saving anything you had to say for a later date. Ghost found your response… odd. You went from slowly opening up, joking with the team lightheartedly, to closed off and seemingly lacking any ounce of humor. 

You pulled your jacket tighter as you made it outside, spotting Soap and Ghost up ahead, loading the truck for the upcoming mission.

Ghost stopped what he was doing and stared at you. You froze, your brows furrowing at his sudden shift. Even Soap paused what he was doing to look up at Lt.

“Yes?” You asked him, a bit confused.

“You’re wearing that?” Ghost asked you exasperated, his eyes looking you up and down. 

You felt your face heat. You were literally wearing the same outfit as half the men on the team. It was a uniform after all. He sounded like Soap with his stupid joke. “I guess I am,” you mumbled. You leaned over and picked up a crate to shove on the truck.

Soap smirked, clearly entertained by the awkwardness between you and Ghost.

You loaded the gear quietly for several moments before Ghost met your rhythm, walking beside you as you both carried duffel bags. 

“Calling me stupid one minute, t’not having my jokes at all,” he mumbled. “Can’t seem to figure you out.”

He thought you might not answer him again. You huffed as you tossed the bag onto the truck then turned to face him. “You ever considered the fact that maybe you’re just not that good at puzzles?”

You couldn’t see, but Ghost smiled under his mask. Soap snickered in the background. Ghost turned and leaned against the truck, all the gear loaded up, and crossed his arms. 

“Guess I just prefer a more hands-on approach.”

Your breath got caught in your throat. You averted his eyes, trying to act like his words weren’t flustering you. Teasing was so much more fun when it was just ludicrous jabs. Whatever this was that Ghost kept pulling, was leaving you speechless, and you hated it. You wonder if you’d respond the same if it was anyone else saying these things to you.

Soap bumped his shoulder against Ghost, finally forcing his eyes away from you. “If y’need the practice L.t., I wouldn’t mind—”

“If you finish that sentence, Johnny, I swear to god.”

Soap laughed and climbed into the back of the humvee. 

You refrained from glaring at Ghost the entire ride, though it took a lot of willpower. You swear you could feel the heat of his gaze along your neck. You were determined to fluster him like he had been doing to you.

And of course, when the team split up, you were somehow stuck with Ghost. It’s like the gods enjoyed torturing you. 

You clutched the sniper closer to your chest, the winter wind sending a chill down your spine. You followed Ghost in silence to the lookout point, your boots crunching the half-melted snow. 

Once on target, you laid prone on your stomach, aiming your rifle into the distance. You checked down the barrel, looking out for any of the men on your team, trying to spot them. Ghost still hadn’t gotten down beside you yet.

“Squattin’ too hard on the joints, Lt.?” You teased, keeping your one eye squared through your scope. 

“If you’re as good a shot as you are at runnin’ your mouth, this is a shoe in,” he muttered, a bit annoyed. You grinned, knowing he couldn’t see, with a bit of satisfaction at getting under his skin. 

Ten minutes had passed and still nothing had happened. You got up onto your knees and looked over at Ghost. He was sitting in the same position, tapping on his tablet to locate the men. You noticed his fingers turning red from the cold, his gloves tucked up under his arm so he could use the screen. 

“Pretty cold out here, Lt.,” you began casually. 

His eyes flickered to you briefly before going right back to what he was doing.

“Should hold my hand. You know… so it doesn’t freeze.”

You heard Ghost laugh through his nose, his eyes still focused downward. 

You turned back to your sniper and saw Ghost shift out of the corner of your eye. You glanced over and you bit your lip to keep from gaping. Ghost had continued what he was doing, but his free hand was nonchalantly outstretched, palm open and turned up for you to take as he concentrated on the GPS tracker.

When you didn’t take his hand he looked up. “What? That all talk, then?” He mocked. 

This whole teasing thing didn’t really work when the participating party wanted all the stupid things you offered.

You decided to play things his way then. You reached out and slid your hand into his. He glared at you, almost like he was overly confident you weren’t going to call his bluff. 

You wanted to show him you were just as committed to the bit as he was. 

“Didn’t take you for the affectionate type, Lieutenant.” You laced your fingers together and gave him a saccharine smile. 

He shook his head, shoving his tool back into his bag before tugging you towards him, his grip firm around your hand. “Affection is a weakness,” he explained. 

“Oh! So is that why you haven’t kissed me yet? Afraid to be weak?”

He knew exactly what you were doing. You were intimidated when he fired remarks back at you, ones that stumped you and left you flustered. You were trying to outdo him; to make him flustered. And Ghost was more than pleased.

He tugged you so close you had to use your hand not tangled in his to catch his chest, stopping you from flying into him. 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t ya?”

“So, what if I would?” You threw his words from the other day back at him.

“This is a game you can’t win, sergeant,” he growled out, his eyes locked on yours, unwavering as he stared you down. 

“No? N’ why’s that?” You asked cooly, trying to mask the fact that your heart was racing. “You think I’m lying?” You were… weren’t you?

Ghost’s eyes narrowed, his mind reeling behind his glare. You swallowed and he traced the way your throat bobbed. Before you had the chance to say more, Ghost used his free hand to push his mask up to his nose, baring his chin and lips to you. He grabbed the front of your tactical vest, his fingers looping into the fabric, and pulled you level with him, your eyes turning to moons. 

“What are ya gonna have t’say once I prove ya wrong?” He asked.

You bit your lip, steadying your rapid breaths. “You won’t.” 

Ghost grinned and you were so shocked by seeing his mouth for the first time, watching his lips tip up into a smile, that you didn’t realize he had closed the distance between the two of you until it was too late. 

The kiss wasn’t long, just enough to be more than a peck. You were surprised at how soft his lips were, and how his faint stubble tickled. 

He broke apart, pushing you backwards and dropping both his hands. 

Maybe he had taken things too far. He averted his gaze while you stared up at him dumbly. Ghost smirked, a bit too proud of himself for stumping you. And he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t actually wanted to kiss you. No, he was itching to kiss you far more than what just unfolded.

“At least that got you to finally shut your mouth.” You could hear the playful lilt in his voice and it made your chest beat rapidly. You never expected to share a kiss with your lieutenant. And you never thought you’d catch feelings for him. But here you were.

What had you gotten yourself into?

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long way home 26 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 4.9k

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers, angst

warnings: ... emotions 🫡

summary: the one where decisions are made.

a/n: i can't believe m actually typing this out but we're at the end of lwh !!! thank u to everyone reading this series <3 i love uuuu <3

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 |

masterlist | long way home masterlist

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The coffee shop is eerily tranquil today. There aren’t many customers.

Only a few people linger at the tables near the windows and a single person stands in line.

The only loud noise comes from your phone pressed to your ear as Seulgi screams and yells at you.

You definitely should have waited until you entered the break room, because you’re afraid Seulgi’s voice is loud enough to hear.

“You promised me you would talk to him!”

You close the door with a push of your palm.

“I know, I’m going to.” You sigh and sit down at the table. “I just don’t know when exactly.” You sound sheepish, a worried crease appearing between your brows.

"Did he text you at all?”

“No. Why would he? I literally kicked him out of my place.”

Seulgi groans at your reminder. “Tell me why you did that again?”

“Seulgi,” you whine. You need her advice. She had already done the scolding part days ago.

“I know, I know – I'm sorry,” she replies, softer now – less accusing.

You fidget with your fingers. “Should I text him?”

“No, that’s not a good approach,” she dismisses.

“At least it’s something,” you retort. You could send him a short message. Though you’re not sure what it would contain. Hi, I'm sorry for making you leave, can we pls pls pls talk I miss you. You grimace. Maybe a call would be more suitable.

“Y/n,” Seulgi says, snapping you out of your thoughts. “You know what’s more important than figuring out how to approach a conversation?” She pauses, but you stay silent. “Being ready to tell him the truth.”

You told Seulgi of your feelings for Jungkook the day after he confessed to you. She sat on your couch and watched you intently after you announced in a flustered tone I have to tell you something, right after you had talked about what had happened the day before.

You waited for a reaction, but none came. She had a vacant expression. “I know,” she said then, shrugging nonchalantly. “You think you were being secretive about it?” A puzzled look spread across her face.

You felt your cheeks grow hot.

“Are you?” Seulgi presses.

“Yes. I think I am.”

“Good, because this isn’t gonna fix itself,” she says. “Not unless you finally have the courage to be honest with him.”

She’s right. And even though it’s scary, you have nothing to lose. You have already lost your two favourite people in the world.

“And now go and talk to him.”

“What?” Seulgi can’t possibly mean that.

"Go to his place and have a conversation with him.” As if it were that easy.

“I’m at work, Seulgi.”

“You’re taking a break right now,” she counters.

“Yeah, but-”

“No buts,” she interjects. “Just go and get your friend back. Or future boyfriend, whatever.” Seulgi is unwavering. But your doubts and hesitations slowly start to fade. “I can’t keep watching you be sad. It breaks my heart,” she adds, in a much smaller voice.

“Seulgi,” you pout. She has seen you at your lowest points, and of course you know that she is compassionate, but when you hear her voice, your throat tightens.

“You’re gonna leave now?” she asks.

It’s a bit hectic and far too spontaneous, but her words have planted determination in your mind. But maybe that is exactly what you need. This way you don’t have time to overthink and come up with possible scenarios that make you doubt everything and give you sleepless nights.

“I am.” You take a look at the clock. You still have time left, but it’s definitely not nearly enough for walking to Jungkook’s apartment and talking to him. You have to do this now. If you postpone it to later, you’re not certain if you still have the bravery to do it.

“The next time you call it better be to tell me that Jungkook is your boyfie.”

You ignore her. “I’m gonna hang up now, I don’t have time. And thank you, really, without you I’d probably never do this.”

“That’s what friends are for,” she says warmly. You wish you could hug her.

After the call you leave the break room. There still aren’t a lot of customers and you’re thankful for that.

“Jimin.” You walk up to him. He’s loading cakes into the display case. He gives you a sweet smile.

“Hey, uh – I kinda have something quick to do,” you start, gauging his reaction. “Do you think you could – It’s just something really important and I don’t know if I can do it later and-”

“It’s okay, y/n,” he interrupts, the smile still on display. “I’ll cover for you, no problem. Do what you have to do, there is no rush.”

He doesn’t ask for a reason. He doesn’t ask how long you’ll be away. He doesn’t ask any questions. You would pull him into a hug if you weren’t in such a hurry.

You tug at the tie of your apron at your back and pull it off your body. Jimin reaches out to you and you hand him your black apron.

“Thank you. I promise I’ll be back soon!”

You don’t know the outcome of this, but you will take the initiative and at least try to make things better than they have been the last couple weeks.

You’re a little hopeful, and you have yet to find out if you are foolish for that.

With your heart pounding in your ears, you rush out of the coffee shop.

~

The walk from the coffee shop to Jungkook’s apartment isn’t that long, but it gives you time to question your choice.

You stand in the elevator of Jungkook’s apartment building, wondering whether you should press the button that will take you back down.

Earlier, a guy walked out of the building when you were about to ring Jungkook’s doorbell. You were able to slip into the building without announcing your presence to Jungkook. You feel more comfortable this way, though your hands start feeling clammy.

The elevator stops at Jungkook’s floor. The steps that lead you to his apartment door are uncertain, ready to turn and sprint down the stairs.

But you didn’t come here just to run away. You want things to be good between Jungkook and you.

You take a deep breath and press the doorbell.

A few seconds pass. Then, the door opens.

Jungkook stands in front of you. His long, dark hair is a fluffy and wavy mess on top of his head, adorned with little wispy flyaways around his face. He’s in casual clothes – black sweatpants combined with an oversized white pullover.

He seems startled to see you.

“Hi,” you say, a little breathless.

“Hi.” His usual mellow lilt carries a rare hesitancy.

“Do you have time to talk?” A lump forms in your throat and you swallow it down.

“Yeah, sure.” He makes room for you to enter and closes the door behind you. You change into a pair of slippers and follow Jungkook to the living room.

“Is Nabi sleeping?” You can’t help but ask. You kind of hoped to see her. You missed her and maybe she could’ve eased your nervousness a little.

“I put her down for a nap a while ago.” Jungkook sits down next to you on the couch, a considerable distance between you. He glances at the clock hanging on the wall. “She should be up soon, though.”

When his eyes draw back to you, you feel a little helpless. You remind yourself of what Seulgi told you. This isn’t gonna fix itself.

After sorting the chaos in your head, you say, “I wanted to apologise for being so selfish all the time.”

Jungkook parts his lips to speak, but you continue before he can say anything. “I’ve never fully tried to look at things from your perspective and narrowed my mind to what I thought was the best solution.” You pull your sleeves over your hands. “It shouldn’t have been that way.”

“It’s okay,” Jungkook replies, flashing you a tiny smile that disappears soon after. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“I shouldn’t have made you leave. That was heedless and inconsiderate of me,” you admit, biting your lip in guilt. “You opened up to me and I didn’t know what to do. There was a lot in my mind, and I just needed some space for a moment – I'm sorry, truly.” You avert your gaze to the carpet. “I honestly didn’t prepare what to say, I just – I left work because I needed to talk to you.”

“Why do you sacrifice so much for me?”

He insinuates more than leaving work in the middle of your shift.

A string tugs at your heart. Jungkook was honest with you, it’s time to be honest with him too – and maybe to yourself as well. It’s time to acknowledge the feelings you hold for him in a hidden little niche of your heart.

It’s difficult to bare that part of you when you’re so used to hiding it.

“Because I love you.”

You said it. And you mean it. Wholeheartedly so.

You can’t foreshadow his response and what will happen, but you’re glad you said it. The relief that courses through you was worth it.

Jungkook’s stare is intense. You don’t know if it’s the intensity of his stare or what you’ve just confessed, but every single bone inside of you feels ignited. You’re burning from the inside with sheer anxiety darting through you, while Jungkook remains silent.

Your words hang in the air, so simple and yet so daunting.

Jungkook’s pierced eyebrow twitches. He opens his mouth but not a single sound passes his lips.

You don’t blame him. Three days ago you shooed him away after he told you the exact same thing. In retrospect, you deeply regret that decision. But at that moment, you were overwhelmed and needed to be alone. Sort your thoughts. And then talk to him again.

You shift in your seat. “Jungkook.” It’s a soft murmur of his name, a trace of pity and urge creeping in your voice.

The spark leaves Jungkook’s eyes and he casts his gaze away. “It doesn’t change that you made me leave. You still don’t want anything to do with me. Right?”

You shake your head vehemently. But he is still not looking at you, so you say, “That’s not true.” You sit closer to him, fingers curling against the fabric of his sweater on his elbow. “That night was overwhelming for me. I made a mistake when I told you to leave, but I didn’t know what else to do.” Doe eyes lock with yours. You realise how much you missed his glimmering eyes that hold the night sky within them. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want you back in my life, Jungkook.” His sweater crumples into a tiny ball in your palm. “I missed you.”

His answer is immediate. “I missed you too.”

Your chest feels light. A giddy warmth encloses you like a blanket.

“I’m sorry. For the way I acted,” you say.

“It’s okay. You’ve already apologised.” He looks down at your hand grasping his sweater. You should let go, but even the smallest hint of physical touch feels reassuring.

“I know but I just – I just think we’re equally as responsible for how things have turned out.”

Jungkook nods. “Yeah, definitely.” With a sigh he leans back. His tatted fingers vanish in his dark hair as he cascades through them.

“I really wanna try this. I want to be with you.”

He unclasps your fingers from his sweater and holds your hand. It’s an innocent, small gesture and still, your skin buzzes with delight.

“Y/n.” The way he whispers your name, tender and careful, as if not to break you. “Don’t you realise how much more you deserve?”

Your brows furrow. “But...” You squeeze his hand. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” His thumb strokes the back of your hand.

“I promised myself to get over you after we graduated high school,” you tell. “But that clearly never happened.” Looking at both your hands you feel silly for ever thinking you could suppress your feelings for Jungkook.

“High school?” he inquires.

You feel small beneath his sharp gaze. “Well, yeah.” You shrug. “You’re like. Really pretty.” Heat crawls up into your cheek. “And we hung out like 24/7. It was not that hard to fall for you.”

“I mean, same.” The corner of Jungkook’s mouth tilts upwards.

Your lips form a tiny ‘o’. He has feelings for you since high school? It doesn’t make sense. “But you never shut up about how we’re such good friends,” you accuse him. All these years. And you didn’t know.

“Oh, yeah. That was...” He trails off.

“That was what?” You level him with a raised brow.

You see the struggle in Jungkook’s eyes. You don’t want to push him, but there are no more lies between you, no more secrets and untruths. You want only total honesty from now on.

“I thought I wasn’t good enough. That you deserved more.”

You shake your head in denial. “Why would you ever think that?” The years you spent with him as a teenager are full of happy memories. There were no big fights, and you don’t think you ever said or did something that made him feel that way. He’s been your best friend for so long. You love him just the way he is. “Did I ever make you feel like that?”

“Your father once told me not to try to pursue anything more than friends with you,” he explains hesitantly. “That’s why I’ve always talked about being such good friends.”

“He said what.” You’re stunned. What was your dad thinking?

Jungkook pulls your hands to his lap. “He only meant the best for you at the time.” He remains calm but little bubbles of anger prick at your skin.

“I don’t care what he was thinking.” You scowl, lips drawn into an angry pout. “So you’re telling me that if my dad hadn’t said anything, we would’ve-”

“Don’t get mad now,” he interrupts, an amused smile playing at his lips as he tucks an errant strand of hair behind you ear. “Your dad didn’t have any ill intend. I know we could’ve saved us a lot of time and misunderstandings but looks at us. Years later and we’re still in love. It doesn’t matter if in high school or now. It’s the same love. Just - “Jungkook flashes you a cute smile. “I think the only thing that has changed is that I love you even more.”

You bite down your lip. This. This is all you’ve ever wanted.

“Being apart from you was terrible,” you say, scooting closer to him. “I spent so much time thinking about you, you know that?”

He chuckles. “I think I do. You never leave my mind, y/n.” His hand around yours feels strong, protective.

“Never?” You ask tentatively. Looking at him through your lashes.

“No,” he confirms, a subtle, gentle shake of his head. “Never.”

You’re not even that close to him, but your entire body prickles at the proximity of Jungkook. The weeks without him have made you forget how it feels when you’re with him and now your body reacts to it like anticipating the last book of a fantasy series.

You need him closer than this. And it’s almost as if Jungkook can hear your thoughts, because he lets go of your hand and instead pulls you by your waist into his side. His hand lingers at your waist. And you might just feel like your skin is on fire.

“I like this better.” Jungkook’s voice is low, and so so close, it sends shivers down your spine.

“Me too,” you mumble. You have your chin propped up against his arm, looking at him with a small smile. You grow shy beneath his gaze, and you don’t even know why. “I’ve always wanted this.” You clasp your hands around his arm.

“Good,” Jungkook agrees, voice an octave deeper. Oh. More goose bumps. “Because I’ve always dreamt of this too.”

His other hand comes up to your face. He cups your cheek so delicately, the warmth of his palm is a soothing distraction from your racing heart.

Jungkook’s eyes dart between your eyes and lips, a question floating in the air that he is too afraid to ask.

“Jungkook.” It’s a plea, a request a yes, please kiss me and make me forget the world for just a moment.

Jungkook bends down. Your heart thumps against your chest and when you feel the softest hint of his mouth against yours, it stops beating.

The kiss is brief, gentle. A mere brush of your lips. Your eyes flutter open when Jungkook pulls back again, just the tiniest bit. He gives your waist a squeeze. His lips left a glimmer of tingles on your lips, and you ache for more.

“I spent so long waiting for this moment I was worried fate might never let me have you,” he whispers against your lips.

“You have me, Jungkook.” It leaves your mouth like a promise. “I’m here.”

Your hands loop around his neck and you surge forward, pulling Jungkook into another kiss. He moves his lips against yours in a practiced manner, as though you did that every single day of your lives. Like he is the missing piece of your heart to make you whole again.

Jungkook tugs you closer to him. You raise to your knees and throw a leg over Jungkook’s thigh. He follows your movements with his mouth, the softness in the beginning switching into a frantic, messy kiss.

You sit on his thigh, hands diving into his fluffy hair. You pull at some strands when he bites down your lip, moan into his mouth when he pushes you closer at your lower back and you graze over his thigh. With every sweep of his lips, another broken bone of your body mends.

You never want this moment to end.

You didn’t know you needed this so desperately, but now that you’re in Jungkook’s embrace you never want to let him go. Just you two, forever.

But then a sudden cry blares through the apartment.

Jungkook draws back. His forehead is against yours.

You two need a second to come back to the real world. The afterglow clouds your rational thoughts like the night setting after a beautiful summer day.

Your breathing is laboured, so is Jungkook’s. Your hands slide down to his neck and down to his shoulders.

“Nabi woke up from her nap.” His nose scrunches at Nabi’s wailing. He plants a tiny smooch on your lips, lingering close for a chaste moment before he gets you off his thigh.

You think about waiting until he returns with Nabi, but you can’t wait to see her tiny, bubbly form after so long.

Before Jungkook leaves the room, you scramble to your feet and reach for his hand. “I missed her,” you whine and Jungkook leads you to the nursery with a promising squeeze of his hand.

When you follow Jungkook into Nabi’s room, you take tentative steps towards her crib. Nabi is curled up in her little blankets, her round doe eyes shimmering with tears. Instinctually, you coo at her sight. Your heart softens.

“Wanna hold her?” Jungkook asks. His eyes never left you since you entered the room.

You nod – way too animatedly – and you think you see a smile spreading across Jungkook’s face out of the corner of your eye.

Ever so gently, you swoop Nabi into your embrace. Her little sobs ring throughout the room and nip straight at your heart. “My baby,” you murmur. You rock her in your arms. “I missed you so, so much.” She is wearing her baby bear romper, the material a fuzzy brown with two little bear ears attached to the hood.

Nabi is a small, fluffy bear and you’ve missed this tiny human so enormously.

Her doe eyes – an exact replication of her dad’s – stare up at you. The cries subside into whimpers, her puffy lips trembling.

“Nabi.” Her name bubbles past your lips in a whisper. You brush your knuckle against her doughy cheek. “Do you remember me?” She blinks through her thin, wet eye lashes. Having her in your arms unfolds a gloomy feeling in your chest. Yes, you are happy to see her again, but how were you able to spend more than two weeks without her?

“Are you crying?” Jungkook suddenly asks, stepping forward.

It’s only then you discern the tears pricking your eyes. “No,” you deny, sniffing a little.

A soft chuckle springs from his chest. Jungkook stands behind you, nuzzling his head to the side of your face. His burly arms envelop your waist. “Don’t cry,” he mutters. He faintly nudges your cheek with his nose. “You’ll never be separated from her again.”

“I wouldn’t survive that.” Your lower lip juts out as you’re in awe with Nabi’s cuteness. She has your heart.

“She wouldn’t either,” Jungkook retorts. His hushed timbre so close to your ear is drawing you back to him. You slowly rest your head against his chest. His voice. You could listen to him talk for hours with no end. “Nabi wouldn’t settle for sleep if she didn’t have some of your clothes in her bed.”

With a quick tilt of your head, you glance up at him. And then your eyes travel to Nabi’s crib. You see something in a lavender colour peeking from underneath Nabi’s blanket. A top you must have left here.

You thought you had successfully managed to restrain your tears, but here you are again, with new tears stinging your eyes.

“You can't just say that.” Dolour cloaks your voice. “It’s gonna make me cry.”

“Sweetheart.” He pecks the crown of your head. “It’s okay now.” There’s a hint of amusement swirling in his tone. But his touches on your body are soft, soothing.

Nabi has gone completely silent in your grasp. You boop her nose. A smile unfurls on your face. So little. A broad smile blossoms on Nabi as a reaction, pudgy cheeks scrunching her twinkling eyes. The absolute sweetest giggle sparks from her. Your heart clenches at the sound.

But then your eyes spot her reddened gums and the faint white outlines of her teeth.

You gasp. “She is growing teeth already?” With a swift whirl of your head, you stare at Jungkook, eyes wide.

“Yeah, and she’s been really fussy about it.”

“Oh my God,” you utter, looking at the little baby in your arms who’s growing up too fast. A subliminal melancholy sets in your tummy. “She was just a tiny baby and now she has teeth?” You ask, appalled.

“Not yet,” Jungkook says. “But it doesn’t matter how fast she grows – she will be my little baby forever.” Nabi’s eyes are drawn to Jungkook as he speaks. “Isn’t that right? Hm?” He leans over your shoulder, squishing her doughy cheek with his fingers. Nabi squeals, another smile displayed on her mouth.

You give Jungkook a kiss on his cheek. His eyes are sparkling just like Nabi’s. Jungkook turns his face to you. “And you,” – his lips brush over the corner of your mouth – “You will be my baby forever too.”

You laugh against his mouth.

“What.” He raises his brows, a pleased expression on his face.

“You’re silly.”

“No, I’m not.” He pulls you closer to him. Your back is flush against his lean body.

“I’m just saying the truth.”

“Oh, yeah?” Playfulness flashes in your eyes.

He gives you a firm nod. “Yeah.” Jungkook gently strokes your hair over your shoulder. Your skin tingles when his digits unintendedly skim over your neck.

“Tell me another then.”

“I love you.” He didn’t let a second pass before answering. “I’m so incredibly in love with you.”

Your heart flutters in your chest. “I love you.”

His loving eyes bore into your soul. No one has ever looked at you the way Jungkook does. Like you are beautiful, a work of art.

A deep warmth of domesticity floats in the air. It’s a vast contrast to how you have been feeling in the past days.

You share a sweet kiss with him, but it gets quickly disrupted by demanding babbling from beneath you.

"Yes, I love you too, missy,” Jungkook says, brushing her thin hair from her forehead. Her brows are deeply furrowed. He gives her a kiss there. Nabi’s trembling pout changes into a beam. “Always needy of attention, huh?”

“Just like her daddy,” you tease, grinning at Jungkook, before you leave the nursery with Nabi.

Jungkook catches your waist in the hallway. “You’re right,” he admits, a smirk curving his lips. He pulls you into his side as he walks you to the kitchen. “That’s why I don’t wanna spent any second of my life apart from you anymore.” Jungkook pecks your forehead.

A shy smile sets on your mouth. You sir down at the dining table and watch Jungkook opening a cupboard with Nabi’s food.

Nabi has found interest in playing with your hair, occasionally tugging at it.

“Not a single second?” you ask mindlessly, eyes focused on Nabi.

“I’m being serious.” He pops open a jar. “Y’know what.” Jungkook turns around to you. “You should move in with me.”

Your head snaps to him.

You search for a hint that tells you that he doesn’t actually mean it, but Jungkook doesn’t budge.

“I mean it,” he confirms.

“I can’t just move out of my apartment like that,” you reason.

Jungkook shrugs. “Just stay with me.”

It sounds so simple from his lips. And maybe it is. Seulgi has already taught you today the simplicity of just acting without overthinking too much beforehand.

“That way Minjun can’t bother you anymore.” Something flashes in Jungkook’s eyes. “Next time I see him I’m gonna break his neck.”

You ponder for a second. “I mean, I spent most of my time here anyway,” you say. “But lets not rush anything.” You don’t want this to be ruined before it has even properly started.

“Of course, baby.” He turns to the counter again. “Only if you want.”

You watch from behind as he prepares Nabi’s food. The contours of his shoulder muscles flexing with his movements conjure butterflies in your tummy. Hm. Maybe you should consider moving in if this is what you’ll get to see every day.

“Waking up next to you for the rest of my life sounds like a dream, honestly,” Jungkook flirts. You don’t have to see him to know he’s grinning annoyingly.

You’re glad he doesn’t see the way your teeth involuntarily sink into your bottom lip at his teasing voice.

“Your daddy can be insufferable sometimes,” you whisper conspiratorially, looking down at Nabi. She babbles something in return. You giggle and Nabi squeals in delight.

“What are my girls talking about?” Jungkook asks.

“None of your concern.”

You hear him huff. Suddenly, you remember that you left work during your shift. And that you promised Jimin to be back as soon as possible.

“Jungkook,” you gasp. He immediately turns to you. “I have to go back to work. Jimin is covering for me, but I've left him for way too long. I-”

“It’s okay, I’ll drive you back.” Jungkook’s calm voice works like a miracle cure for your panic. “I’ll just feed Nabi real quick and then we can leave.”

“You don’t have to. I can walk back.”

“I want to,” Jungkook says. “Besides, we can eat our cookies again. It’s been so long since I’ve eaten one.”

“I haven’t eaten one in so long as well.” The last time was together with Jungkook.

Jungkook blinks perplexed. “How have you survived until now?” He closes the distance between you, the back of his hand against your forehead. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You roll your eyes and swat his arm. “I’m perfectly fine.”

“Why are you on a cookie diet?”

“Reminded me too much of you,” you mumble.

“Baby,” Jungkook coos. His knuckles trace the skin of your cheek. “I’m sorry. I’ll buy you as many as you want.”

You grin mischievously. “For the rest of my life?”

“Of course.”

“Daaa,” Nabi gurgles.

“Yes, I’ll buy you as many cookies you want too, once you grow your teeth.”

“That’s gonna be so soon.” You pout.

“We’ll always have time to make a second b-”

“Jungkook hurry.” You push him away. “Poor Jimin is covering for me, and Nabi is gonna starve.”

“Okay, okay,” he replies, though he doesn’t go back until he traps your mouth in a tender kiss. It’s a short kiss, but it messes with every coherent thought in your brain.

You wait for Jungkook to bring Nabi’s warm food. He opens the cutlery drawer and fishes out her tiny, pink spoon.

You smile when you think about the phone call you’re gonna have with Seulgi later. The next time you call it better be to tell me that Jungkook is your boyfie.

The ambiance is cosy – Nabi snuggled up in your arms, Jungkook sending cute smiles your way as he gets her food ready – a feeling of utter contentment that has your whole body at peace.

It’s been a long way to get here, but you finally feel at home.

#jeon jungkook #dilf jungkook #jungkook #jungkook angst #jungkook f2l #jungkook fic #jungkook imagines #bts angst #bts imagines #bts x reader #bts scenarios

[dc-marvel-life]

These Are My Ladies (Natasha Files) - The Moment

Pairing: Natasha x reader

Summary: The first time you realize that the Black Widow is your soulmate

Word Count: ~1.5K

A/N: Now I made These Are My Ladies awhile ago not thinking many people wanted more, but there was some interested. I am going to writing this series. If you have any ideas, let me know or if you have another

These Are My Ladies Natasha Files Wanda Files Carol Files Kate Files Yelena Files

Deadman’s P.O.V

After enduring a whirlwind of missions over the past month, finally, I found myself on a well-deserved break, returning to my New York apartment with hopes of relaxation. However, upon arrival, relaxation was the last thing I felt. Neglect had turned my once orderly space into chaos, with clothes strewn about and dishes piled high.

Though cleaning wasn't a chore I minded, I discovered I had exhausted my cleaning supplies. With a resigned sigh, I added a mental note to my list: a trip to the store was imminent. Before venturing out, a pang of hunger reminded me of my empty fridge.

"Great," I muttered, closing the fridge door empty-handed. Grabbing my keys, I headed out, deciding to make a day of it and treat myself to a visit to my favorite café. Nestled in a quiet corner, it was my sanctuary, known only to a few, offering not just excellent food but also solitude.

As I entered the café and placed my order, my mind drifted to the soothing distraction of a Sudoku puzzle. But my moment of peace was disrupted by a familiar figure outside—the Black Widow.

"Shit," I whispered to myself, snapping my book shut. Whether she had spotted me or not was unclear, but I wasn't about to stick around to find out. The Avengers had never caught me, and I had no intention of allowing today to be the first.

Grabbing my food, I hastily exited the café, disappointed that my plans for relaxation had been thwarted once again. Determined to salvage what remained of my day, I made my way to a nearby park, seeking solace amidst the tranquility of nature.

Finding an empty bench, I settled down, exhaling a sigh of relief. With my food in hand and Sudoku book reopened, I lost myself in the challenge of the puzzles. Time slipped away, and before I knew it, I had devoured my meal and completed several Sudoku grids.

Glancing around the park, I spotted Black Widow in the distance, a coffee cup in hand. "Damn," I muttered, slipping away unnoticed, scanning for any other Avengers lurking nearby. Surprisingly, the coast seemed clear, prompting a sense of unease.

Nevertheless, I pressed on, knowing I had one final task ahead—the grocery store. After gathering my necessities and disposing of my trash, I made my way to the nearest store, pushing a cart as I ticked off items on my mental checklist.

Midway through my shopping, a strange sensation washed over me. Glancing around, my eyes met Black Widow's. 

As we look eyes at each other, time seems to stand still, and the whole world around us fades away into a blur of insignificance. At this moment, it was as if the universe conspired this day to happen to bring us together, our souls are bound together to make an unbreakable bond. 

At a single glance, there was a flow of an electric current surge between us, igniting a fire that burns deep within my heart and I know that she feels it too. This sensation is unlike any other feeling I ever felt. Just a second ago, she was one of my biggest enemies and now there is an unwavering certainty that she is my other half. There is a sense of belonging and understanding with us and we haven’t even said a word to each other yet. 

Many people told me about how it felt to meet your soulmate, but this feeling is nothing how they describe it. It is even better. At this moment, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I just found my soulmate. 

After what felt like an eternity, the world comes back into focus and we are back in the grocery store. 

“Who put out a hit on me?” Black Widow says and drops her basket. Why would that be the first thing she says? Didn’t she feel the connection too?

“Don’t give me that look,” I guess I was making a funny face so I tried to go back to normal, “I have noticed you since this morning in the cafe. I have been trying to get away from you all day, but you are damn too good at your job” Natasha says and makes a face. 

I smirked at her complimenting me on how good I was at my job even though I wasn’t working. 

“I know that you know what is happening here” I say getting closer to her and she takes a few steps back, so I stop. 

"No, this can't be happening! You can't be my soulmate! I don't deserve a soulmate," she murmured, a hint of vulnerability creeping into her voice.

Her words struck me like a blow to the chest, the weight of her rejection crushing my spirit. Yet, even as my soul ached with the pain of her denial, I couldn't help but feel a sense of empathy. After all, hadn't I too grappled with feelings of unworthiness?

Summoning what remained of my resolve, I sought to reassure her. "I promise you, there's no hit out on you. If there were, you'd already be dead. They call me Deadman for a reason," I quipped, attempting to lighten the mood.

"You wish," she countered with a wry chuckle, the tension between us palpable as we stood in silence, each grappling with our own doubts and insecurities.

"Let me prove you wrong. Let me show you that I am the right soulmate for you, and that you do indeed deserve one," I implored, extending an invitation that hung precariously in the air.

After what felt like an eternity, she relented, her acceptance met with an internal cheer. "Perfect. I'll cook for you. What do you want for dinner?" I inquired eagerly, already envisioning the possibilities.

"I don't know; surprise me," she replied, and with the exchange of numbers, our tentative truce was sealed.

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With only a few hours until Black Widow's arrival, I threw myself into a frenzy of preparation. Cleaning, cooking, and setting the table consumed my attention, each task executed with meticulous care.

Yet, amid the chaos, I sought to impart a touch of sentimentality, crafting a bouquet of paper roses as a token of my affection. It was a small gesture, perhaps, but one imbued with meaning—a symbol of my earnest desire to forge a connection with her.

As the appointed hour drew near, a knock at the door heralded her arrival. I took a moment to compose myself before opening the door, my breath catching at the sight of her.

"Come in, come in. I'm glad you came," I greeted her warmly, taking her jacket and ushering her into my humble abode.

"Wow, nice place. And it smells amazing in here. What did you make?" she remarked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"I made homemade chicken pasta with red sauce, Caesar salad, and cheesy garlic bread," I replied, hoping to impress her with my culinary skills.

"That sounds delicious," she murmured, a hint of appreciation evident in her tone.

Seating her at the table, I poured us each a glass of wine, savoring the moment as we embarked on this unexpected journey together. With each bite, I watched her closely, silently gauging her reaction to my cooking.

As we sat in silence, the clinking of cutlery against plates the only sound in the room, I couldn't help but observe her every move. With bated breath, I awaited her reaction to the meal I had prepared with such care. And when I saw the subtle flicker of pleasure that crossed her features, I couldn't suppress the smile that tugged at my lips.

Halfway through the meal, our pace slowed, and our gazes locked in a moment of shared understanding. It was then that I felt compelled to break the silence, to address the elephant in the room—the improbable twist of fate that had brought us together as soulmates despite our tumultuous history as adversaries.

"Look, I know this is weird for both of us. After all, we've been enemies for so long," I began, my voice tentative yet determined. "But I want to make this work. I've always dreamed of finding my soulmate, and now that I've found you, I don't want to let this opportunity slip away."

I reached out to take her hand, a gesture of reassurance, only to have it swiftly withdrawn. The sting of rejection pierced my heart, a painful echo of the hurt I had felt earlier in the store.

Undeterred, I rose from my seat, retrieving the bouquet of paper roses I had crafted with such care. "I made these for you," I explained, offering her the delicate blooms. "I know they're not real, but they'll never wither or fade. They'll be a constant reminder of the connection we share, a symbol of the enduring love I have for you."

Taking a moment to steady my nerves, I continued, "I understand that this won't be easy, given our pasts. But I'm willing to put in the work, to prove that we're meant to be together."

As she accepted the flowers, a flicker of emotion crossed her features, and for the first time since our encounter began, I dared to hope that perhaps, against all odds, our love might blossom into something beautiful and enduring.

This is the moment where our relationship starts.

#marvel #marvel comics #marvel mcu #natasha romanoff #black widow #avengers #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff x gender neutral reader #natasha romanoff x female #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romonova #natasha rostova #natasha rothwell #natalia romanova #natalie rushman #mcu

[teethondafloor]

Bill Kaulitz x gn!reader ~ Taking off Bill's makeup after a show.

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Year : 2006

Summary --

You and Bill have been best friends for over three years now and are completely inseparable. You two are partners in crime, ready to mock and poke fun at each other any chance you get, and even more ready to comfort each other right after. Tonight, the band happens to have a gig in your hometown, where you and Bill first met. You attend the concert and text Bill after, thrilled by the band's electric performance, when Bill has other plans in mind...

Bill Kaulitz x gn!reader

Cute friends to lovers arc

Warnings --

basic fluff (touching, kissing, etc)

Note --

This took me way too long to write but IM SO EXCITED TO POST IT AA. this is my first tumblr fanfic (I'm sadly a wattpad user) so sorry if it's bad :D

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{{y/n}} : dude! That was awesom! You rocked!

{{BILL}} : I hope. My throat hurts lol. Where r u?

{{y/n}} : headin home. U?

{{BILL}} : WTF no! I want to c u b4 u leave!

{{y/n}} : cope. Where r u??

{{BILL}} : backstage dressing room. I can sneak you in!

{{y/n}} : I will get caught!

{{BILL}} : no! I am comin for u. Where r u?

{{y/n}} : at the exit doors :P.

{{BILL}} : STAY.

{{y/n}} : OK.

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Standing near the exit doors of the venue, I wait for Bill to emerge from his post-show hideaway as I look around the empty room, which just moments ago was overflowing with screaming fans. I gaze up at the dim lights above, now painting the room in a slight yellow wash which my eyes peer at weakly after standing in the dark for almost 3 hours. The air-con is blasted through the room, the cool air brushing up against my bare arms and slapping me in my face momentarily as it passes me and continues lingering around the room.

After spending some time taking in my surroundings, I snap out of my thoughts and feel the hair on my arms rise, reacting to the cool air circling the area. At the other side of the room near the stage, I hear a sudden rummaging sound coming from the corner, casted with a dark shadow. I squint my eyes a little, wondering if it's Bill that's making all the noise. From the loud clanks and banging sounds, I can tell that the person is struggling through their journey. Must be him, I smile to myself. I slide my hands into my front jean pockets, continuously glancing over to the security who are stood by the doors, surprised that they don't hear the ruckus. I look back at the noise, which now grows fainter as I hear soft footsteps tiptoeing into the concert venue.

As I hear this, I notice a tall, dark figure slowly emerging from the dark corner, the black fog lurking behind it. I smile and take my hands out of my pockets, knowing that its Bill from his giant spiky hair sprouting from his head, which is the first thing I see as he steps into the room. He takes a few light steps closer, just enough to keep himself hidden from the security guards scouring around the area. As he comes closer, his face is lit up by the soft lights above us, making the ends of his dark hair glow beneath the light, and revealing his wide smile as he sees me at last. He's so bad at sneaking around, I scoff gently.

Not wanting to be seen by the employees, Bill stays behind the stage and out of their sight. I look up and see as he nods to the ground beneath him, signalling me to walk over to him. My eyes widen and I look over to the security, trying to communicate to Bill that I can't just walk up to him without being stopped. A puzzled look washes over his face and he bites the inside of his cheek, thinking. I point at the watch that's tied to my wrist, knowing that the doors will soon close for the night and I will be kicked out of the building if we don't hurry. Bill looks down at the ground before turning back to me and nodding, determined to get me backstage with him. At once, He runs back into the black void behind him, leaving me alone in the room again. I inch forward a little, wanting to run after him, before I stop myself, trusting that he has a plan.

One of the security guards at the doors notices me when I shuffle forward and calls to me form afar. "Excuse me, we need you to leave right now." Shit, I think. I freeze up for a second as he calls to me, glancing over to the corner for any sign of Bill one last time. Agitated that he fled, I look down at the floor and back at the guard. "Yeah sorry, I thought I lost something." I lie as an excuse for my long stay. Just as I'm about to take my first step towards the exit, all of the lights in the room shut off by the click of a switch, the dark swallowing everything and everyone in the room. All of the sudden, I hear firm and heavy footsteps running towards me from the opposite side of the room. Before I can even put my other foot on the ground, the footsteps are cut off and I feel as someone grabs my hand and pulls me, running back with me latched onto them. As I feel their hand in mine, I instantly know it's Bill, his many bracelets which cover half of his forearm rubbing up against my wrist as we sprint ahead and disappear behind the stage. The security guard is left clueless when the lights shut off, and speaks to the black void, only getting the sound of his own echo in response "...did you find what you were looking for? Excuse me?..."

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With a tight grip on my hand, Bill leads me into a tight alleyway, between the back of the stage and the dressing room which he climbed through before. The space is shielded from any light and trashed with clutter from previous bands performing at the venue. We giggle as we stop before walking through it. "Hey" he says with a smile, huffing from laugher. I can tell he is facing me, even in the complete darkness that surrounds us. "Hey" I say, lightly breathless from the excitement. We both peer through the tight gap, trying to spot an obstacle to look out for from afar, however, the shade absorbs any object inside, turning them invisible. I hear Bill turn to me again, his breath on my forehead. "Follow me, come on!" He giggles as he lifts up our hands which are still in a warm clasp. "Go!" I whisper whilst still laughing, nudging him forward playfully. Bill starts taking long and cautious steps through the alleyway, hesitating a little when he hits any object beneath us. I follow his lead, being cautious myself. I run my hand across the wall as we walk to keep myself balanced. Halfway through the black tunnel, I hear as Bill kicks an object at his feet. Still walking, I bump into his back, causing me to flinch a little. "Dude. what is it?" I whisper to him. I hear Bill rummaging gently through the junk with his feet, clearing a path for us to walk through. He laughs "I don't know, it scared the shit out of me" We both try and hold in our laughter and continue through the gap.

As we reach the end of the alley, a streak of light peers through a crack in the wall, revealing some of the junk that is spread out on the ground around us: Magazines, cigarettes, a white laced bra....I turn my head to the back of Bill's as I speak. "What is this? your sex dungeon?" I say, smiling with sarcasm in my voice. I hear Bill scoff and smile. "If it is, it's definitely not mine." We both giggle quietly. At last, we reach the end and I step back as Bill lets go of my hand and starts messing with the crack in the wall, which to my surprise, turns out to be a secret doorway to the venue's dressing room. He pushes on the heavy object which blocks the doorway, sliding his fingers under it, trying to shuffle it to the side. Seeing him struggle, I step forward and push the object forward to help, successfully forcing it out of the way.

Before stepping into the dressing room, we take a minute to catch our breaths; I lean on the wall next to me, and look at Bill as he pants. We lock eyes and burst into quiet laughter, still a little breathless. "I need to see this stupid fucking room" I say, smiling. I step away from the wall and finally enter the dressing room. The overhead lights gleam, almost blinding me as I step in, forcing me to raise my hand and shield my eyes from them. I look around, never had been backstage of a concert venue before.

A faint smell of cheap makeup and pungent nail polish lingers in the room, the sharp chemical scent burning my nostrils as I inhale it. I admire the lit up mirrors lined up along the wall, covered in stickers left behind by other musicians however long ago. Bill's and his bandmates' belongings are spread across the room, creating a small pile of clothes and bags on a large bean bag, pushed into the corner of the room. "Where are the others?" I say, referring to his bandmates. I turn my head to look back at Bill who steps into the room with his head titled down, before looking around the room himself. "They're at some party right now." He slides his hands into his pockets.

"They went without you?" I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion, knowing Tom would not leave him out like this. "no no...I didn't want to go...I don't even know where it is, and I'm exhausted." He says as he stretches his arms out gently. "Dude!" I exclaim "We could've went there!" I punch him on the shoulder playfully, causing him to shoot his hands up to his face in defence. "You can go! I'm not going" He says with a judgemental look, teasing.

I hover around the room and view the splash of graffiti on one of the walls, seeing the signatures of hundreds of bands and musicians from the past, piled on top of each other into a barely legible scribble. "How did you even find the sex dungeon?" I'm still looking at the wall when he takes off his leather jacket and throws it at me without warning, as he says with a smile "I got bored waiting for Gustav to set up." a look of surprise bursts onto my face as I catch the jacket in my hands, which I then throw onto the pile with the rest of their junk, laughing.

"So, how do you like my dressing room?" He gestures his arms, showcasing the space and waits for my response. "You are really living the life here...I mean damn. "My eyes follow the walls, stopping to observe the space again. I raise my eyebrows. "You can't help but make it a shithole though." I say sarcastically, picking up a pair of boxer shorts I saw hanging from a chair next to me. He gasps and laughs, stepping towards me and snatching his boxers from my hands before throwing them onto the pile in the corner. I snicker when I see his red cheeks, blushing furiously from embarrassment as I infect him with my laughter. "Shut up! They're gonna hear us in here!" He whispers with a smile stretched wide across his face, still blushing. He walks over to me and gently grabs me by my shoulders, shaking me to stop me from laughing. As he holds me, I put my hand up to my mouth, covering it and muffling out the sounds of my giggles. I then push him away playfully, to which he steps back. "Stop touching everything, you're gonna break something." He whispers in a joking tone.

"Especially not your trunks." I huffed from laughter. Bill blinks slowly, visibly annoyed from my teasing. "I'm serious though, don't break anything because they'll make you pay for it." I notice how he avoids my eyes and tries to change the subject. "Oh come on...I'm not that clumsy. They should make you guys pay for trashing this room so bad." I smile. He looks down, smiling at my comment, his red cheeks growing fainter.

Bill walks over to the vanity across from us, cluttered with his makeup and endless hair products. He sits down, adjusts himself on the chair slightly and looks into the mirror, which reveals a tired face, caked in makeup and hairspray, looking back at him. I walk over to him and sit on the counter next to the mirror, kicking my feet which hang from the tall surface. I take a moment to look at him, as the vanity's warm lights glimmer in his eyes.

"The concert was unreal." I say, breaking the thin silence between us. "I'm glad you came back to play here. You're everything anyone talks about round here since you got so famous." I look over to him, rubbing my arm that is propping me up on the table. I feel a little bitter-sweet about Bill's fame. On one hand I am so proud of what him and the boys have accomplished, in like what...a year? It's insane. Though, I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss just hanging out. Being able to sit for hours and do nothing together. They always have something to do now, with no time to sit in the moment. The guilt of this pools inside me. It makes me feel like a brick wall that's cutting him off on his path. My biggest fear however, is Bill not knowing how to break down this wall, quietly tolerating my burden instead. "Really? I noticed so many people from school there, I really didn't want to fuck up." He says, now looking up at me with his head resting on his palm. "I'm pretty sure I saw Leon all the way at the back, poor guy got pushed out of the crowd." We laugh.

"As much as I like traveling around and playing, this feels better. I can't explain it." He smiles as he begins to stumble over his words. "I don't know, it only feels right to perform here you know?" He looks to me.

"Nah I get you, and we're glad you did." I smile at him and my eyes are suddenly drawn to his eye makeup, now rubbing off on his cheeks after every blink. "What?" He says and quickly turns to the mirror, now seeing his smudged eyeshadow. His eyes widen in shock, seeing how messy he looks after a show. "Dude, you look insane." I burst out laughing, placing my hand over my mouth as I holler. "Shut up!" He groans, laughing with me "I'm too tired for this".

I control my laughter and wait a moment before nudging one of the chairs at the vanity with my leg, sliding it closer to Bill. I hop onto it, now directly facing him. "Come here." I say. He turns away from the mirror as I grab a dry cotton pad from a pack on his desk and drip some makeup remover onto it, watching it absorb the chemicals. He inches towards me, pushing his hair away from his face to help me, and closing his eyes slowly as the cotton pad touches his cheek, working away at his pale foundation. We sit in silence for a few seconds, enjoying each others company while I scrub at the cosmetics, washing away the excitement and fatigue of the long night that has soaked into it. "Did you really want to go to that party? We could still go if you're desperate." Bill says quietly, breaking the silence.

"Nah..." I whisper "I'd rather be here with you." when my hand grazes over his face, I feel a thin smile spread across his cheeks when he hears my words. He peers at me with his eyes half shut and backs away a little. "Look at you being all sappy..." he smiles.

"Shut up and give me your face." I say, taking a hold of his jaw and pulling his face closer to my reach. He lets out a short exhale, charmed by my boldness. I run the cotton pad across his face, quickly rubbing it over his lips playfully. He smiles again now with his teeth. "That was so on purpose..." He says with his eyes still sealed shut. "What?...no.." I say sarcastically.

After dirtying the cotton pad with his foundation, I grab a second one and move up to his shadowed eyes. "Keep your eyes closed...I need to sort all this out." I scoff, laughing as I poke fun at the mess painted on his eyes that has now somehow travelled up to his eyebrows. I take the pad and a wet wipe for good measure, massaging his eyelids. He swallows quietly "I've really missed you" he says out of nowhere. A little stunned, I continue cleaning him. "Me too." My tone suddenly shifts and you can hear a faint sadness in my voice. "I'm sorry I've been going away all the time, I would take you with us if I could..."

"Don't worry about it...I'm always back here if you need me anyway."

"Well I...don't want you only when I need you, I want you everywhere with me." I'm shocked by his sudden sentimentality, not really knowing how to respond since our usual way of showing love is by bullying each other until one caves in. "I know I know, that's not what I meant." I reassured him.

"I know, it's cool." he whispers "You know...sometimes I wish we wouldn't have to travel for so long, I've missed this." he pauses "Y/n...what if I stay?" He falls quiet, waiting for me to say something to fill in the silence. I look to him, a subtle face of worry crossing my face as I pull myself together. "Dude, stop." I say "Don't be stupid, this is...a crazy opportunity. Getting to travel around Europe and sing, that's nuts....don't let me hold you back...please."

"You're not "holding me back" y/n-"

I cut his sentence short "But what if I am? And you're just not realising it?...I don't want to be that." I blurt out.

"What?..." He opens his eyes, takes me by my wrists and holds me, preventing me from moving. His eyes glare at me. "No...don't do that. You're not in my way, do you understand?" His tone turns more agitated, worried that I'm giving myself a hard time because of his absence. A sudden silence falls between us like a transparent wall piling up and separating us, numbing me to his touch. This time, I'm not the wall. "Have you been worrying about this while I've been gone?" he looks to me hoping I'll say no, but already knowing the answer before the words leave his mouth. "Yeah...a little....a lot." I correct myself "You can't blame me though...I don't see you for weeks, sometimes even months. I know that's not your fault, but I'm allowed to be upset." I say, standing my ground.

"I know, it upsets me too." He lets go of my wrists and slides his hands down to mine, gently holding my hands with care. He smiles softly as he holds me, rubbing the top of my right hand with his thumbs, which makes both of us smile. We take time to comfort each other, acknowledging how hard the situation is for the both of us, yet we pull through. "Well you're here now." I sigh "You're stopping here for a while I heard, aren't you?"

"Yeah, we're taking a break here until we tour in the East." He says "And I'm glad I'm spending it with you." His eyes admire me as he speaks. I shift my hand a little, making him let go, and I return to his smeared eye makeup.

"So how's life without me at your hip?" He smiles as I exhale and roll my eyes, teasingly. "Better than ever." I say, with a sarcastic tone, making Bill gasp. "School's ok I guess, it's a teensy bit more bearable than last year at least." I take a short pause "...I won a writer's award two weeks ago..." I hold my breath as I wait for the buckets of Bill's compliments and praise to flood the room when he hears of my accomplishment. His eyes shoot open and his neck tilts forward in awe, his lips apart. "Are you kidding? That's amazing y/n! Why didn't you tell me??" He pushes me lightly on the shoulder.

"You expect way too much of me..." I shake my head and smile.

"I knew you would win! I told youuu..." he makes sure to rub the fact that he believed in me in my face before congratulating me "Well done, I'm really proud of you y/n..." He gazes into my eyes and gently places his hand on my knee. I observe his movements and quickly glance away, smiling. "Ok you can shut up now."

"Never. How can I when I'm being taken care of by a future author! Maybe I'll let you write my biography when you're as famous as me ;)" He teases, knowing I don't know how to handle compliments, yet he never fails to praise me anyway, just so I know. "Ok enough! Fine, I'm... proud of myself too I guess!"

"That's the spirit!" he taps my knee lightly, taking his hand away and resting it back onto the arm of his chair. I smile and shake my head, a little flustered from his admiration which, I hate to admit, I secretly love. "So how's tour so far? Are you eating well?" I ask with nurture in my voice as gratitude for his compliments. "Of course I am...you care way too much." He smiles.

"And you're right." I reply, playfully.

"I love that you care so much...even when you pretend you don't." His voice quietens.

"What does that mean?" I scrunch my eyebrows at his words.

"I don't know...you're just so...thoughtful. You always know what to do and say and-"

"Yeah right." I smile, a little overwhelemed by the flood of compliments. "Thanks though, I really do try my best."

"And that's enough for me." He whispers, his cheeks turning a faint pink. "You make me good...or feel like, at my core, I am good. I love it." without teasing or poking fun at him for once, I let him spill his emotions out onto the table where we both can see . I sit and listen, gently wiping his eyes with care. "It's so hard to leave you here, stuck in this village. It's so hard to not hear you laugh and sing and dance beside me... It's so hard not to love you for all thise things" I feel his tender fingertips brushing against my knee as he talks, slowing my pace. Before I can reply, his other hand shifts to my second knee and he holds it delicately. "Bill..." I whisper, with a little confusion but an unexpected sprinkle of excitement rushing through me. he bites his lip, pondering what to say next and trying hard not to stumble over his words. He opens his eyes and gazes directly into my mine, seeing all of me. He takes my hand. I feel butterflies nibbling on the walls of my stomach, their fluttering wings tickling me as they desperately want to flee and touch and love. In the moment, I don't know if it's wrong to feel so much love and desire for him, this ravenous craving that eats me from inside. I can only do what feels right, and so I let the butterflies feed.

He swallows gently "I want to care for you just like you do...I want to..." His hand raises to my face, holding me and caressing my cheek with his thumb in small circles. My hand laches onto his wrist gently, weak to his tender touch. The room falls silent, the only sound in the room coming from the lights above us, buzzing, humming on one note to our intimate moment. "Can I..." His voice fades out slightly and cracks from nervousness. "Can I kiss you?"

His words ring in my head, bouncing off of my ear drums and into my throat, leaving me speechless. I hold him for a while, our hands sharing each other's warmth through touch. I glance down at his lips that are slightly open, breathing in the little air between us; inhaling the glass wall that not moments ago parted us. With desire and lust, my eyes look back into his, and I nod gently. He takes a second to process this, before cupping my face in the palm of his hands and pulling me closer to him, until the wall turns to paper and our lips are inches away from each other. As I close my eyes, I feel his plush lips on mine, sharing our sweet taste. The butterflies in me settle when we collide, and the walls around us feel as though they are caving in, trapping us in each other's arms. As he holds me, I feel cared for. Safe. Warm.

He kisses me delicately and then again with more passion, before pulling away to let me breathe. As he leans back, his mouth curves into a sweet smile, his lips now stained with my light lipstick. I laugh as I notice his red tinted lips, stained with my evidence. I take his hand again, locking my pointer finger with his. "Looks like I'll have to clean you up again..."

"What a shame..." Bill whispers sarcastically, a wide smile pulling apart his rosy cheeks, now matching his lips.

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Tysm for readingg :)) <3 this was so much fun to write

I'm currently working on a 12 part Bill Kaulitz x fem!reader fic on wattpad and I've published the first part!

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[silverthehedgehoganalysis]

Here is a list of traits Silver has shown in the games, Sonic Channel and other Sonic Team made content:

Righteous, has a strong sense of justice and is driven to make things right

Kind-hearted, puts other people’s happiness before his own and will drop his mission to help others, is motivated by his desire to protect smiles, wants to use his powers not for himself, but to help others.

Extremely Determined

Optimistic and Hopeful, believes there’s always a chance as long as you don’t give up, inspires hope in the people he works with in Forces, the final story of Sonic 06 and when he helps Elise through her performance anxiety

Pure, has a “sincere, unpretentious and kind” demeanor and wears his heart on his sleeve, this genuineness and purity gives him an “enduring charm” that is one of the biggest things his friends, particularly Blaze, enjoy about him and makes others want to support him

Forthright, is very direct and frank with people and has a straight to the point mentality, is straightforward in his actions and thinking

Earnest and blunt to the point of naivety, expects people to believe and cooperate with him when he says he’s from the future, hides very little and is so honest that he announces himself when attacking Sonic

Not trusting post 06, doesn’t give Sonic a Chaos Emerald until he proves he’s real in Sonic Generations and is the most suspicious of Dodon Pa

Snide and Sarcastic, sneers at Eggman’s theme park in Sonic Colors and has a snotty attitude towards anyone he can one up, remarks “What am I doing?” when going with Amy

Brash, has rude/informal mannerisms and can be abrasive, particularly to people who are not his allies

Juvenile, described as young and immature by his creator Shun Nakamura, this immaturity ties into many aspects of his character as well as his purity but is also the source of his snotty attitude and rude behavior, supposedly he doesn’t like green peppers which is the Japanese equivalent of children not liking broccoli 

Focused, proactive and practical mindset, seen particularly throughout Sonic Forces

Focused on his goals, Does not care what the plan is called in Forces, only that it works and when asked about his favorite race item he says that he likes Jade Ghost because “It lets him disappear and focus on the race”

Inquisitive and proactive, questioned others about how the world was destroyed in the Iblis future his whole life, fought Iblis to try and clear the sky himself, spent most of Team Sonic Racing cracking down on Dodon Pa and Eggman, reads into “Ancient Wisdom” in the good future

Sharp and intuitive, Figures out how to revive Sonic in 06, sees through Eggman Nega's disguises by noticing small details, does successful detective work in Sonic 06 and Team Sonic Racing, intuits Blaze trying to control great powers when seeing them for the first time, has solved various puzzles and mysteries by himself, “knows a lot” according to Sonic in Silver’s Sonic Channel introduction story

Skilled and Crafty, skillfully accomplishes various tasks during his Town Missions in Sonic 06, turns his fight with Sonic into a race to collect Chao in Sonic Rivals 2, Vector refers to him and Blaze as professionals in the Team Vector Nintendo Dream interview, has had jobs as a delivery boy, a figure skater, a “genius” skating coach and a butler

Trains off-screen and makes steady efforts to improve his abilities, seems to be self-taught in his skills 

Sometimes takes everything on himself

Warrior with a warrior mentality, described as a warrior, enjoys fighting and will fight his friends for fun, fought and struggled for half his life in the Iblis future, values bravery and facing things head on, dislikes cowardice and indirect tactics, can endure “pain beyond description” and is undeterred by injuries (Shadow’s infamous kick to the head only made him mad)

Competitive and proud/confident in his abilities, has a smug attitude about his abilities and can get competitive over something as simple as handling Orbot and Cubot, clashes with Blaze the first time(s) they meet because of this

Headstrong and Confrontational, confronts Infinite alone because of this, gets offended when Blaze she calls him “weak” and treats him like an amateur 

Very Emotional, tends to rush in and deal with things too head-on because of the strength of his feelings and start confrontations because he gets heated, his passion drives him forward but this same passion can cause him to be rash as his actions are dominated by his feelings

Hot Tempered and impatient, can be easily angered and gets frustrated or indignant when things don’t go his way, can get annoyed at things that get in the way or impatient with things that aren’t to the point, his sense of justice causes righteous indignation at great injustices, his temper can be quite similar to Blaze’s

Has Aggressive energy in both his demeanor and body language, generally has confident or determined expressions, often makes fists, punches things when he's frustrated and gets up by punching the ground

Can be Ruthless, has resorted to playing possum, sneaking past Soleanna guards, robbing people and killing to accomplish his goals

Courageous to the point of being Reckless, puts other’s safety before his own, instantly reacts to protect those around him when attacked in Sonic Comic, Instantly battle ready when surprised in Generations, fought against Iblis and its monsters from a very young age growing up in an extremely hazardous devastated future, both values bravery and dislikes cowardice, recklessly went off to face Infinite on his own and is noted to not back down even in the face of his mighty power, will sacrifice himself without a second thought if necessary

His way of life inspires others and makes them want to cheer him on, this even extends to real life as the illustration at the top this post inspired everyone in the office to give him a high five that day

Cannot lie but can change the subject

Doesn’t know how to explain/express himself at times

Scratches his head with his index finger when processing his thoughts

Feels joy and anger loudly but is quiet in sadness and contemplation

Gets rowdy, riled up and puts his all into things he’s feeling but is very low and quiet when something is on his mind or he’s feeling down(He’s totally autistic, this is autistic volume)

Has a mischievous side

Like apples, ate apple flavored rations in the Iblis future

Deeply appreciates peace, prosperity and people‘s smiles, beautiful vistas and people living peacefully leave him breathless

His desire for peace is seemingly driven by strong empathy for both the people and environment around him, blue skies make him feel at peace, natural beauty and people living prosperously takes his breath away, desolate or destroyed areas sadden and upset him, he can’t help but smile when he makes others smile and can’t stand to see the suffering in his destroyed futures

Has a very quiet, introspective and empathetic side (he deeply and quietly reflects on the morality of his mission throughout 06 and quietly takes in everything about Elise’s past)

AB blood type meaning that he's dual natured and adaptable based on the situation

Is a Taurus

#silver the hedgehog #blaze the cat #sonic the hedgehog #eggman nega #shadow the hedgehog #sonic #sonic 06 #sonic rivals #sonic rivals 2 #sonic colors #sonic generations #sonic forces #team sonic racing #sonic channel #sonic comic #espio the chameleon #sth #Shun Nakamura #daisuke ono #japanese red maple leaf 🍁 #world peace #the American comics were not included due to not being made by Sonic Team #vector the crocodile #Team Vector #eggman #Dodon Pa #This is not even everything #Silver is a VERY layered character

[rallentando1011]

Hello! I hope your doing okay❤️❤️

I’d like to request a Reader with a accent ( I’m native and I kinda realized how differently I sound compared to other people). How would the Rottmnt boys react? Like maybe sometimes they don’t know what the reader is saying??? Or have a hard time understanding?? Or maybe the reader says things differently? It’s fine if you don’t wanna do it, just thought I’d request. Thank you and have a nice day!! ❤️❤️❤️👽

ROTTMNT Boys W/ a Reader With an Accent

Thank you very much for this super sweet request! I may have projected on some parts of this, but don’t we all? Anyway, hope you’re having a great day, take care of yourselves, and enjoy!

(Also, I promise I am working through my requests and appreciate every one! Request guidelines are HERE)

Word Count: 855

Donnie:

Donnie loves ranting to you and listening to you in return, no matter what topic you guys talk about

Sometimes as you’re speaking you’ll use a word or phrase and see him have a genuine physical reaction to it

Head askew, eyebrow lifted, lips pressed together

When he feels confused, his expression says it more quickly than his words

Any time you mispronounce a word, he genuinely needs to butt in and correct you

Call it semantics or pedantics or whatever you want, he can not and will not let it go

If you’re fumbling over words or can’t think of the specific one you want to say, he’ll try to help by throwing out suggestions

Most of the time, he’s right on the money, almost impossibly so

You’ve jokingly accused him of using his tech to read your mind, but he hasn’t… probably

He’s just an intuitive fellow who loves his context clues

Hand gestures while you’re talking help him figure out what you mean

You two could go back and forth in a conversation of mostly hand gesticulations

He keeps a list of any regional or culturally specific words you use, partially so he has them for future reference, partially because he finds them endearing

If you ever find it, though, he will insist that it is strictly for the former

Nope, no sentimental value to it at all

Mikey: 

Mikey is a highly empathetic person, so whenever he doesn’t know what you’re saying or you don’t know what you’re trying to say, he’s understanding about it

He sits patiently and calmly as you work through your words

Likewise, he waits until after you finish speaking your sentiments to ask for clarification

Now, Mikey may be a compassionate little guy, but he can also be a menace (still to be determined if he is intentionally or incidentally that way)

Instead of specifying what he doesn’t get, he endlessly repeats

“Huh?... Huh?”

He does this until you physically shake him back to reality

In general, he is extravagantly generous with his compliments

Whether it be about appearance or personality traits, he absolutely loves showering people in praise

The same goes for you and your voice

Even when your accent occasionally confuses your conversation, he still loves your pronunciation of the words

And you can trust that he’s vocal about it

He might ask you to repeat a word just so he can hear you say it again

He just loves y̶o̶u̶ your voice that much

Leo: 

Leo is a giggler

No matter the situation, serious or silly, he’s always quick to crack a joke or pun or just laugh

When Leo doesn’t understand something you said, you’ll know

You can always tell by the purely mischievous grin that commandeers his features

You’ll be talking normally when all of a sudden you have to pause because that man will not stop smirking

When you ask him what the issue is, he slowly repeats whatever you mispronounced, hints of lighthearted condescension hiding in his tone

Somehow he asks you to repeat yourself in the most puzzling ways possible

“Run that back real quick?”

“Run what back?”

Leo may lightly tease you for saying something wrong, but he usually knows how far he can push and still be lighthearted

Although, if he ever oversteps with his teasing, he will apologize profusely, insisting that he finds it sweet

If you ever feel insecure about your accent or the unorthodox words you use, he picks up on it, immediately drops his teasing, and talks with you about how awesome you and your characteristics are

Even though he chuckles at any odd words you say, it’s never out of malice

He just finds it endearing

Raph:

Out of all of the brothers, Raph has the most experience interacting with people who come from all kinds of backgrounds with all kinds of voices

He’s always the one to go on patrols

Or talk with business owners when him and his brothers are at a restaurant

Or sneak into Times Square disguised in a hippopotamus costume to buy his father a robe

Either way, he’s been exposed to a multitude of accents

He even has one himself

With all that being said, it is abundantly clear that he is highly understanding of your odd pronunciations, even when he can’t understand you

He always waits until you finish your sentence or thought before incredibly bashfully correcting your pronunciation or asking for you to repeat yourself

Just to repeat it for emphasis, he is extremely shy while doing this

Shuffling his feet, clearing his throat, twiddling his thumbs

He just doesn’t want to frustrate you

However, he knows that he would want to be corrected if he made an error, so he finds it only decent to extend that same liberty to you

Raph occasionally giggles when your accent muddles your meaning

He doesn’t mean to, and does try to conceal his laughter, but sometimes he can’t help himself

It’s adorable- er, he means hilarious

He always specifies afterward that he was laughing at the situation, never at you and your wonderful traits

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #save rise of the tmnt #unpause rottmnt #rise season 3 #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #unpause rise of the tmnt #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rise of tmnt #rise donnie x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise leo #rise donnie #rise mikey #rise raph #rise donatello x reader #rottmnt donatello #100

[fafnir19]

Vampire

The 30 year old Lasse leaned against the kitchen counter, gazing out of the window as he absentmindedly sipped his coffee.

His thoughts drifted to Merle, his girlfriend, a fiercely independent journalist who had recently taken on an intriguing new subject for a feature—Mario, an enigmatic vampire. As Lasse watched the morning sunlight filter through the window, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at the edges of his mind. Merle seemed to be captivated by Mario, and the frequency of his visits to their apartment had increased, much to Lasse's chagrin. Merle, with her sharp wit and unwavering determination, held a special place in Lasse's heart, one that yearned for commitment. But as Merle's focus remained fixed on her work and her increasing encounters with Mario, Lasse's frustration bubbled beneath the surface. It seemed that every effort he made to express his desire for a deeper commitment was met with resistance, Merle insisting that he behaved like a youth, incompatible with her independent lifestyle.

One particular evening, as Lasse returned home after a long day at work, he found Merle engrossed in a conversation with Mario.

Their laughter and animated gestures filled the apartment, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere that greeted Lasse. Despite his efforts to join their conversation, Lasse felt like an outsider amidst their camaraderie. The weight of his unspoken longing for Merle's affection and commitment bore heavily upon him. He yearned for her to see him in a different light, beyond the confines of mere friendship. Lasse wasn't blind to Mario's charm, and the sour taste of jealousy lingered at the back of his throat, for he couldn't help but fear that the handsome and alluring vampire would sweep Merle away from him. As days turned into weeks, Lasse's turmoil only deepened. The persistent presence of Mario in their lives, coupled with Merle's unwavering fascination with the vampire, set off a storm of insecurities within Lasse. He craved the captivating allure that seemed to surround Mario, wishing he could command Merle's attention in the same way and finally convince her to marry him.

One evening, as Lasse found himself alone in the apartment, a knock at the balcony door jolted him from his reverie. Annoyance flickered across his features, assuming it was Mario once again. But as Lasse slid open the door, he was taken aback to find another figure standing before him—a vampire, with a striking countenance and an air of authority.

"I see you're expecting someone else," the vampire remarked, a hint of sarcasm lacing his words. Lasse blinked in surprise. "I thought you might be Mario. Who are you?" The vampire stepped forward, his piercing gaze fixed on Lasse. "I am Vincent. Mario's acquaintanceship, I presume, has become quite a regular affair in this household." A flicker of apprehension tinged Lasse's voice. "Yes, he's been spending a lot of time here lately. But what does that have to do with you?" Vincent's features contorted into a scowl. "You see, I've come seeking Mario's supposed crush, the one who seems to keep him hardly at home anymore." Lasse's brow furrowed in confusion. "Crush? I'm afraid you've come in vain. Merle isn't here." Vincent's expression darkened. "I have no time for jests, mortal. I won't tolerate being made a fool of." Lasse's confusion deepened. "Wait, I don't understand. What do you want from me?" Vincent leveled a pointed stare at Lasse. "It has come to my attention that Mario's affections do not lie with your girlfriend, as one might erroneously assume. In fact, he has set his sights upon you, not Merle." Lasse recoiled in disbelief. "Me? But that's absurd. Mario is—" Vincent's voice cut through Lasse's protest. "Mario is gay, and his fascination lies with you, not Merle. And make no mistake, I am envious of you. Envious that Mario's attentions are directed at you instead of me." The pieces of the confounding puzzle fell into place in Lasse's mind. His feelings of jealousy and bewilderment churned within him, and a pit formed in his stomach. "I don't know what to say. I thought he was here for Merle, not for—" Vincent interrupted, his tone taking on a sly edge. "I have a proposition, Lasse. A proposition that may benefit the both of us. What if I were to turn you into a vampire? Perhaps then, Merle would find you more enticing and see fit to marry you. And after the wedding, Mario would surely relinquish his hold on you." Lasse's initial reluctance gave way to a desperate longing for a chance to win Merle's heart. "You would—turn me into a vampire? But how do you even—" Vincent held up a hand, cutting off Lasse's question. "I must warn you, the transformation won't be without pain. But if it's your heart's desire, I can make it happen." Lasse hesitated, his mind wrestling with the tumultuous emotions churning within him. "I... I don't know if this is the right thing to do. But if it's the only way to finally convince Merle to marry me, then I'll agree to it." Vincent's lips curled into a smile, an unsettling glint in his eyes. "Very well, Lasse. Prepare yourself, for this is a decision that will forever alter the course of your existence." With those words, Vincent beckoned Lasse to a secluded corner of the apartment, where the moon's ethereal glow cast an otherworldly aura. Lasse steeled himself, his heart pounding in his chest, as he presented his neck to Vincent, ready to embrace his uncertain destiny. But Vincent's next words shattered the fragile stillness that enveloped them, leaving Lasse stunned in disbelief. "No, no, the neck will not do. It will leave unsightly marks. It would be better to bite your—" Vincent hesitated, then continued, "—penis. Yes, that will be much more discreet." Lasse's mind reeled, the air thick with an unspoken tension.  Lasse hesitated for a moment, bewildered and slightly uncomfortable, but the desire to win Merle's affection eclipsed his reservations. Resolving to do whatever it took, he lowered his pants, and Vincent sank his teeth into Lasse's flesh. Agony overwhelmed Lasse, and as his consciousness waned, the world faded into darkness.

Lasse came to, his senses slowly returning, he found himself in the dimly lit living room. A stirring of confusion and disbelief coursed through him as his eyes landed on Merle standing before him. Lasse's heart surged with an unfamiliar blend of trepidation and anticipation, his voice trembling as he spoke, "Merle, I've become a vampire, for you. Will you marry me now?" Merle's laughter filled the room, her amusement evident in her sparkling eyes as she shook her head. "Marry you? Oh, Lasse, you look like a 20-year-old boy now. You've become my eternal youth, but that doesn't change the fact that everyone would mistake me for your mother."

Her playful laughter danced through the air, leaving Lasse reeling in disconcerted astonishment. It was only then that Lasse noticed his reflection in the nearby mirror, witnessing the profound transformation that had overtaken him. The realization hit him like a lightning bolt—his appearance, a stark departure from the familiar contours of his face and form. The once familiar lines and expressions etched upon his visage had vanished, replaced by an unexpected youthfulness. He struggled to grasp the profound depths of this inexplicable change the vampire had wrought upon him, a transformation far beyond the scope of his comprehension. A pulsing wave of disquiet washed over Lasse, the weight of his decision bearing down upon him like an unrelenting storm. Eager to unravel the enigma of his metamorphosis, Lasse made his way to the crypt inhabited by Vincent and Mario, his mind racing with unanswered questions.

Lasse stormed into the crypt, his youthful appearance and confusion evident as he eyed Vincent, who appeared oddly at ease and strikingly good-looking.

"What have you done to me?" Lasse demanded, his blue eyes filled with frustration. Vincent flashed a charming smile. "Relax, Lasse. You look really cute, you know. Embrace it." Lasse scowled, crossing his arms. "I don't want to look cute. I want to look my age." Vincent chuckled. "When a human becomes a vampire, their appearance reflects their inner essence. You were always youthful at heart. You should be grateful." "Grateful?" Lasse's voice rose incredulously. "I look like a teenager now! How will I ever win Merle's heart this way?" Vincent patted Lasse's shoulder. "You're missing the point, my dear Lasse. Merle isn't the only one who could fall for you now." Lasse's confusion deepened. "What are you talking about?" Vincent leaned in, his voice conspiratorial. "You see, the vampire bite on your penis not only changed your appearance but also your sexual preferences. You're no longer just straight, my friend." Lasse's eyes widened in shock. "What do you mean?" Vincent's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Well, you're about to discover a new side of yourself. You're going to be, how do I put it… open to different experiences. The bite on your penis awakens the sexual preferences of the biting vampire in you. Since I’m bisexual, soon you will be too.”  Lasse stumbled back, his mind whirling. "That's not possible! I've always been straight!" Vincent's chuckle was knowing. "Just wait and see, Lasse. Things are about to get very interesting for you." Before Lasse could protest further, the crypt's door creaked open, and Mario sauntered in.

His gaze fell on Lasse, and to Lasse's surprise, he saw hunger in Mario's eyes. It made Lasse's heart race in an unfamiliar way. Vincent gestured towards Mario. "Now, Lasse, I think it's time for you to discover the pleasures that await you." Vincent's eyes glinted with amusement. Lasse's mind reeled. "I don't want this! I don't want any of this!" But Vincent and Mario advanced, their allure and power impossible to resist.

Lasse struggled, but as the night wore on, his resistance weakened. Vincent and Mario teased out feelings and desires in Lasse that he'd never known existed. Their touch was both intoxicating and mesmerizing. Lasse felt a mix of confusion, pleasure, and guilt, but deep down, a part of him reveled in the newfound attention and sensations. By the end of the night, Lasse was breathless, his mind spinning, and his desires upended. As days turned into weeks, Lasse found himself drawn to Vincent and Mario more and more. Their encounters became frequent, each leaving Lasse dazed and craving for more. The whirlwind experiences began to shape him in ways he'd never imagined, feeding his newfound vanity and confidence.  Lasse reveled in the attention and pleasures that Vincent and Mario bestowed upon him and didn't care about Merle anymore. He realized that the Lasse who once yearned for commitment now seemed like a distant figment of the past, replaced by this vain and confident heartthrob he'd become. Days turned into weeks, and Lasse's encounters with Vincent and Mario became bolder, embracing a newfound polyamorous lifestyle with both men and women—an existence he'd never envisioned.

In the midst of it all, Merle's focus was on her work and a new lover.

Months passed, and the once-looming prospect of marriage dimmed to a mere whisper in Lasse's memory. The freedom he'd come to cherish held him in its thrall. As Lasse reveled in the attention and pleasures, he couldn't help but wonder why he'd ever been eager to marry. The newfound freedom and indulgence seemed to drown out the whispers of his previous desires.

#male tf #male transformation #personality change #straight to bi #vampire #age regression

[muiitoloko]

Hey really loving your Alan Rickman characters fics btw!!

I’m not sure if you take requests but could you write how Eli ended up getting with the reader the first time from your fic ‘wrong’ ?

Title: New Pet

Summary: Eli is determined to make you his new pet

Pairing: Eli Michaelson ( Nobel Son) × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Adult reader, teacher-student relationship, seduction, obsession, manipulation and obscenity.

Author's Notes: Thank you for your request! 🥰 And yes, I am accepting requests. I hope this pleases you.

Sequel here

As Eli sat in the lecture hall, his gaze fixated on you, he couldn't help but feel a surge of irritation mingled with desire. You, the student who seemed so disinterested in the class, yet exuded an air of effortless intelligence that drew him in like a moth to a flame.

You sat at the front of the class, seemingly lost in your own world as you glanced out the window, barely paying attention to the Eli's lecture. Your boredom grated on Eli's nerves, challenging his ego in a way he wasn't accustomed to.

But what irritated Eli even more was your impeccable demeanor. Unlike the other women who sought his attention for better grades or simply to bed a "real man," you remained aloof, untouched by his charm and influence. It was a challenge he couldn't resist, a puzzle he was determined to solve.

So as the days passed, Eli's obsession with you grew, fueled by a mixture of frustration and desire. He watched you from afar, studying your every move, trying to decipher the enigma that was you. Despite his best efforts, you remained a mystery, a tantalizing puzzle that refused to be solved.

And again, Eli's frustration boiled over as he watched you once again appear distracted during his lecture. He couldn't contain his anger any longer and decided to single you out.

"Eyes on me, missy!" Eli snapped, his voice dripping with irritation. "What's so fascinating outside that window that you can't even bother to pay attention in my class?"

You turned your gaze towards him, unperturbed by his outburst. "I apologize, Professor Michaelson," you replied calmly. "I was simply lost in thought for a moment."

Eli scoffed, his ego wounded by your nonchalant response. "Lost in thought? More like lost in your own world, completely oblivious to the valuable knowledge I'm imparting here."

He strode over to the whiteboard, pointing to a complex chemistry question written in bold letters. "Since you seem so preoccupied, perhaps you'd like to enlighten us all with the answer to this question."

The rest of the class remained silent, intimidated by Eli's sharp tone. But you remained composed, a hint of amusement dancing in your eyes as you surveyed the question.

You got up, and Eli handed you the whiteboard pen. He sat back on the table while you did the calculations for the Chemistry question. He crossed his arms and watched, not resisting taking a few discreet glances at your ass.

"Alright, let's see what you've got," Eli said, his voice laced with a hint of skepticism.

You began to solve the problem with ease, your hand moving swiftly across the whiteboard as you tackled each step with precision. And as Eli watched you a devious thought crossed his mind. He couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards you, and seeing you stand at the whiteboard, solving equations flawlessly, only fueled his desire further. 'Maybe I should have you answer more questions on the whiteboard,' he thought to himself, his gaze lingering on your figure. 'If that's what your ass looks like, I wouldn't mind having you up there all day.'

As you reached the final step, Eli leaned in slightly, unable to resist the urge to get a closer look at your work. "Not bad," he muttered under his breath, a begrudging admiration in his tone.

You finished the calculation flawlessly, presenting the answer with a confident smile. "There you go, Professor Michaelson," you said, turning to face him. "I hope that meets your expectations."

Suppressing a smirk, Eli instructed you to return to your seat, his tone laced with authority. "Very well done, the answer is correct, but let's not get too ahead of ourselves," he said, his eyes flickering with a hint of mischief. "Back to your table, please."

You obeyed and as you went back to your seat, Josh Parker, one of your classmates, broke into applauded for his correct answer, his admiration evident. You flashed him a grateful smile, appreciating his support as the other students followed suit. However, before the applause could escalate, Eli intervened, cutting it off with a stern look.

"One last thing," Eli addressed the class, his tone commanding. "While Miss [Your Last Name] may have provided a correct answer, let this be a reminder to everyone to pay attention in class. Understanding the material is crucial, even if you manage to solve a problem."

With that, Eli instructed the students to copy down the solution from the whiteboard, and they complied obediently. As the class ended, Josh approached you, offering praise and assistance. "That was amazing!" he exclaimed, his admiration evident. "You're a genius, [Your First Name]."

You chuckled modestly, thanking Josh for his kind words as he offered to carry your books. "You're too kind, Josh," you replied graciously, accepting his offer. "And thanks for the applause earlier. It means a lot."

As the two of you walked out of the classroom together, engaged in friendly banter, you couldn't help but appreciate Josh's genuine kindness. Despite his popularity as a basketball player, he always treated you with respect and kindness, a rare gem in the competitive world of university life

Josh commented that you had your next class together today, and you agreed, acknowledging that your university schedules aligned quite closely, allowing you to attend almost all the classes together. In fact, it was in the literature class that you and Josh first met.

You reminisced about the time when the teacher assigned a paper in pairs, and she randomly chose you and Josh to work together. Initially, Josh, being the typical popular guy, was reluctant to participate, brushing off the assignment with his usual charm. However, you managed to convince him by promising to help him with Chemistry, knowing his struggles with Professor Michaelson's class.

Not that it was difficult to see, of course. Professor Michaelson always made it clear whenever Josh stumbled over a question, often mocking him in front of the whole class. But with your encouragement and assistance, Josh softened up about it, and the two of you became friends. You continued to help him with Chemistry, and with each passing day, he improved in those subjects.

As you and Josh continued your conversation, enjoying each other's company, you were suddenly interrupted by Josh's basketball friends, who grabbed you in a playful manner and greeted Josh with enthusiastic high-fives.

"Hey, Josh! What's up, man?" one of them exclaimed, flashing you a friendly grin. "Who's this lovely lady you're chatting up?"

Josh chuckled, exchanging jokes and banter with his friends as they playfully teased him about being smitten with you. "Guys, come on, give it a rest," Josh protested, feigning exasperation. "She's just a friend, okay?"

But his friends weren't convinced, continuing to tease him relentlessly as they engaged in playful banter. "Oh, come on, Josh! We can see the way you look at her," one of them teased, winking at you. "When are you gonna confess your undying love, huh?"

Josh's cheeks flushed slightly at their teasing, but he shook his head adamantly, denying any romantic interest in you. "I told you guys, she's just a friend," he insisted, trying to change the subject. "Besides, we've got class to attend, remember?"

You watched the exchange with amusement, grateful for Josh's efforts to defend your friendship. But you also sensed a hint of strange in his denial, a flicker of something more beneath his playful facade.

As the teasing continued, Josh jokingly pushed his friends away, eager to end the conversation. "Alright, alright, enough already," he laughed, nudging you with his elbow. "I'll see you guys later. [Your Name] and I have places to be."

You and Josh continued to Math class, the playful banter with his friends fading into the background as you walked together down the hallway. Josh apologized for his friends' teasing, but you waved it off with a smile, assuring him that it was no big deal.

"It's okay, Josh. I know they were just joking around," you said, your voice warm with understanding. "Besides, it's kind of nice to see you have such close friends."

Josh grinned appreciatively, grateful for your easygoing nature. "Thanks, [Your Name]. You're pretty cool about it," he replied, his tone sincere. "And hey, they mean well, even if they can be a bit... enthusiastic sometimes."

As you and Josh entered the Math classroom, you found seats together near the front, settling in comfortably as you waited for the teacher to arrive. The classroom buzzed with conversation as students chatted and exchanged notes, the atmosphere relaxed and familiar.

Josh leaned in closer, his voice low as he spoke to you. "So, [Your Name], do you have any plans for the weekend?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "Not really, just the usual studying and maybe catching up on some Netflix," you replied casually. "What about you?"

Josh shrugged, his expression thoughtful. "Same here, I guess. Maybe I'll hit the gym or hang out with some friends," he said, his tone casual. "But honestly, I'm kind of looking forward to just chilling out for a bit."

As the teacher entered the classroom, signaling the start of the lesson, you and Josh turned your attention to the front, ready to tackle the day's material together.

Meanwhile, Eli was in his private office, fucking a student against his desk between class breaks. Taking the woman from behind, he closed his eyes, remembering you answering the question on the board, wearing those jeans that hugged you perfectly, your beautiful ass on display. Eli had made up his mind. He was going to have you, oh yes, no matter what he had to do. He was going to have you against this table of his, taste you.

With a primal growl, Eli intensified his thrusts, his mind consumed by thoughts of you. He imagined your soft moans and gasps, your body writhing beneath him as he took you with a hunger born of obsession.

As the woman beneath him cried out in pleasure, Eli's thoughts drifted back to you, his desire fueled by the memory of your intelligence and beauty. He knew he couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He had to have you, to possess you completely.

With a surge of determination, Eli quickened his pace, his movements becoming more urgent as he chased the elusive satisfaction he knew only you could provide. He imagined your body pressed against his, your skin flushed with desire as he claimed you as his own.

As he reached the peak of his pleasure, Eli's mind was filled with visions of you, your name a mantra on his lips as he surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment. He knew that nothing could satisfy him like you could, and he was willing to do whatever it took to make you his.

With a final, shuddering release, Eli collapsed against the desk, his body spent but his desire burning brighter than ever. He knew that his obsession with you would consume him, but he didn't care. All that mattered was the intoxicating allure of your presence, drawing him ever closer to the edge of madness.

As the days passed, Eli's obsession with you only grew stronger, consuming his thoughts and fueling his desire to be near you. He couldn't shake the image of you solving the chemistry problem flawlessly, your intelligence and beauty a potent combination that left him longing for more.

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, Eli concocted a plan to be alone with you, to seduce you and make you his own. He convinced the dean to open a student assistant position, citing the need for extra help in his classes. It was a lie, of course, but Eli didn't care. All that mattered was having you within his reach.

With the position approved, Eli announced the opportunity to the class, extolling the advantages and requirements of the role. He made sure to emphasize the perks of working closely with him, his voice dripping with charm and persuasion.

"As my student assistant, you'll have the opportunity to gain valuable experience and insight into the world of academia," Eli declared, his eyes flickering with excitement. "Not to mention the chance to work closely with me, learning from of one the best in the field, the winner of the prestigious Nobel Prize."

He listed off the requirements for the position, making it clear that only the most dedicated and capable students would be considered. But deep down, Eli knew that there was only one candidate he truly desired.

"Aspiring candidates can sign up at the end of class," Eli announced, his heart racing with anticipation. "I look forward to working with one of you lucky individuals."

As the end of the class approached, Eli couldn't contain his excitement, his gaze fixed on you as you packed your things. He pretended to be engrossed in some paperwork, but his attention was solely focused on you.

Eli's other conquests, his "pets" as he liked to call them mentally, signed up, eager to spend more time with him, but they weren't what Eli wanted, he waited impatiently while you packed your things in your bag. Josh, as always, waited for you, asking if you were going to sign up as a student assistant.

"Hey, [Your Name], you gonna sign up for Eli's assistant position?" Josh inquired, his tone hopeful as he leaned against the desk next to yours.

You paused, considering his question carefully. "I'm not sure, Josh," you replied honestly, a hint of uncertainty in your voice. "I already have a lot on my plate with my other classes and extracurricular activities."

Josh nodded understandingly, his expression sympathetic. "Yeah, I get that," he said, his tone supportive. "But hey, if I were even half as smart as you in Chemistry, I'd jump at the chance. Think about it, you'd get to work closely with a Nobel Prize winner: Eli Michaelson, as we are reminded every fucking day, in every minute of this fucking class! It'd look great on your resume."

Despite yourself, you couldn't help but laugh at Josh's dramatic proclamation, the tension of the moment easing slightly. "Thanks, Josh," you said, a smile playing on your lips. "I'll definitely think about it."

As you glanced around the room, you noticed several students eagerly signing their names on the registration paper for the assistant position. They chatted excitedly amongst themselves, eager to impress Eli and secure their spot as his assistant.

Meanwhile, Eli tried to act indifferent, pretending to be engrossed in some paperwork as he waited for you to sign up. He knew that he had opened this position just for you, and it would suck if you didn't sign up.

You bit your lip thoughtfully as you walked down with Josh from the auditorium. His words echoed in your mind, and despite your initial reluctance, you couldn't shake the idea of working closely with Eli. After all, it would be an invaluable opportunity to gain insight into the world of academia and enhance your resume.

"Hey, Josh," you began, your voice hesitant as you glanced at him. "You know what? You're right. I think I will sign up for assistant position."

Josh's eyes lit up with excitement, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Really? That's awesome, [Your Name]!" he exclaimed, clapping you on the back. "I knew you'd come around. Trust me, you won't regret it."

As you and Josh made your way back to the front of the class, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease gnawing at the back of your mind. Something about Eli's demeanor had always rubbed you the wrong way, his arrogance and ego grating on your nerves.

But as you watched the other students eagerly sign their names on the registration paper, their excitement palpable, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. If they were willing to overlook Eli's flaws for the chance to work closely with him, then maybe you should too.

With a sigh, you waited for everyone to finish and sign their name too, your heart pounding in your chest as you approached the registration paper. You glanced over at Eli, who watched you with a predatory gleam in his eyes, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk.

As you picked up the pen, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were selling your soul, but the allure of the opportunity was too strong to resist. With a shaky hand, you wrote down your name on the list, sealing your fate with Michaelson.

Eli's smirk widened into a grin as he watched you sign up, his satisfaction evident. He had always known that you were the one he wanted, and now, you had willingly placed yourself in his grasp.

As you finished writing your name, Eli's thoughts turned to Josh, who had convinced you to sign up, as he could hear. Despite his initial disdain for Parker, Eli couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards him. After all, Josh had unwittingly played right into Eli's hands, giving him exactly what he wanted.

'Thanks, Parker,' Eli thought to himself, a chuckle escaping his lips as he traced your name on the list. 'You just gave me what I want.'

With a sense of triumph, Eli picked up the sign-up list, his mind already racing with plans for the future. Maybe he would improve Parker's grade one of these days, as a token of his appreciation. After all, it was the least he could do for someone who had unwittingly helped him achieve his goals. Eli chuckles to himself as he walked away.

He waited for two days, relishing in the anticipation of revealing his chosen assistant. He made a show of carefully considering each candidate, pretending to weigh their merits and qualifications. But in reality, his decision had been made long before, the moment you signed your name on the registration paper.

Finally, the day arrived for Eli to announce his assistant. He stood at the front of the class, his gaze sweeping over the eager faces of his students. With a flourish, he revealed your name as the chosen one, his voice filled with pride and satisfaction.

"And the lucky individual who will be working closely with me as my assistant is..." Eli paused for dramatic effect, savoring the moment before uttering your name. "Miss [Your Last Name]!"

A few people applauded, congratulating you on your selection as Eli's assistant. You nodded and smiled at your colleagues, although you were happy with the achievement, you still felt deep down that signing up was a mistake, but you ruled it out, maybe Michaelson wasn't so bad.

As the excitement died down, Eli addressed you directly, his tone warm and inviting. "Congratulations, Miss [Your Last Name]. I'm confident that you'll excel in your new role as my assistant," he said, his voice oozing with charm.

He asked you to stay after class to discuss the details of your new position, his eyes lingering on you with a mixture of admiration and desire. You agreed, eager to learn more about your responsibilities and what was expected of you.

And the for weeks, you found yourself spending countless hours in Eli's office, assisting him with various tasks and projects. You helped him correct papers, activities, and tests, and worked closely with him to develop lesson plans. Every Monday to Wednesday, after all the classes, you would join him in his office, sometimes staying up late into the night to finish your work.

Despite the long hours and demanding workload, you enjoyed your time with Eli, his intellect and passion for his work were infectious. You began to admire his dedication to his students and his commitment to excellence, beginning to see that, although he didn't show it, he truly cared about whether or not his students were learning the material, and because of that you couldn't help but feel proud that You were chosen as his assistant, even though he's still an arrogant bastard.

But as the weeks passed, Eli's subtle attempts at seduction became more apparent. He would linger too long with a touch, stand too close when speaking to you, and shower you with praise and compliments. He tried to get you to open up to him, to let your guard down and see him as more than just a Professor and colleague.

However, despite his best efforts, you remained resolute in your boundaries. You appreciated his guidance and support, but you were not willing to compromise your principles for his desires. As attractive as he was, with those big, sturdy hands, that you may or may not have imagined what it would be like to have them touch you, caress you, trace patterns on your skin.... you pushed those thoughts away as you once again corrected the tests with Eli, late at night, in his office, trying to focus on the task at hand But a shiver ran down your spine when Eli whispered in your ear that you had corrected a wrong test.

"E-excuse me?" You stammered, your heart racing as Eli's body brushed against yours.

Eli smiled to himself, his voice low and enticing. "You marked question seven as incorrect, but the student in question answered correctly, the compound is actually Benzene."

You tried not to stutter as you realized your mistake, Eli's presence overwhelming you. His proximity, combined with the scent of his cologne, made it difficult to focus.

"I-I'm sorry," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

But before you could continue, Eli interrupted with a kiss on your neck, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. You tensed up, goosebumps rising on your skin as his lips grazed your sensitive flesh.

"Wh-what are you doing?" You gasped, you stood up and turned to him, shocked by his boldness.

But Eli silenced you with another kiss, this time capturing your lips in a heated embrace. Your initial instinct was to resist, to push him away and maintain your professionalism. But as his lips moved against yours with a passion you couldn't deny, you found yourself kissing him back, surrendering to the undeniable chemistry between you.

His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. All rational thought flew out the window as you lost yourself in the moment, the boundaries between mentor and mentee blurred by desire.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, Eli's gaze bore into yours with intensity. "I couldn't resist any longer," he confessed, his voice husky with desire. "I've wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you."

You searched his eyes for any sign of regret or hesitation, but all you found was a hunger mirrored in your own. Despite the moral implications and the potential consequences, you couldn't deny the undeniable pull you felt towards Michaelson.

And as Eli's hand trailed down your thigh, sending shivers down your spine, you tried to resist, telling him that it was wrong. "Doctor, this is... this is not right," you protested, your voice trembling with uncertainty.

But Eli brushed off your concerns with a dismissive smirk. "Darling, you're of legal age, and I'm a free man now," he retorted, his tone dripping with arrogance. "And besides, what's a little fun between consenting adults?"

Your heart sank as he mentioned his divorce, you read the news, of his wife and son fleeing with million dollars of his, and you realizing that his marital status was no longer a barrier in that you could use. Panic surged through you as you struggled to find another excuse, but before you could protest further, Eli pinned you against his desk, his hand sliding up your thigh.

You gasped as his touch sent electricity coursing through your veins, the heat between you intensifying with each passing moment. "Please..." you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper.

But Eli silenced you with another searing kiss, his lips trailing down your neck as he whispered seductively in your ear. "I want you, darling. And I know you want me too," he murmured, his voice like velvet against your skin. "Let go of your inhibitions and give in to desire. It'll be worth it, I promise."

You hesitated, torn between the thrill of temptation and the fear of consequences. But as Eli's lips claimed yours once more, all rational thought melted away, replaced by a primal hunger for the man before you.

You surrendered to him completely, your hands clutching his shirt as he ravished you with his kisses. "Eli..." you gasped, your voice filled with need and desire.

But Eli silenced you with another kiss, his hands exploring every inch of your body with a hunger that matched your own. In that moment of heated passion, you abandoned all pretense of resistance, giving in to the intoxicating allure of forbidden desire.

As the lines between mentor and mentee blurred, you embraced the carnal pleasure that Eli offered, knowing full well the risks and consequences that awaited. But in that fleeting moment of ecstasy, all that mattered was the raw, primal connection between two souls consumed by desire.

As Eli put his hands under your skirt and grabbed the waistband of your panties, you allowed it, continuing to kiss him while Eli discarded your panties around. You felt a thrill shoot through you as his touch ignited a fire within, your desire mounting with each passing moment.

Breaking the kiss, Eli's voice was husky with desire as he whispered, "I want to taste you, darling." Without waiting for a response, he unceremoniously dropped to his knees while you were sitting on his desk with your legs spread.

You watched with bated breath as Eli kissed his way up your legs, his movements deliberate and tantalizing. With your skirt pulled up higher, you exposed yourself to him, feeling a rush of excitement at his hungry gaze.

Eli's words washed over you like a wave of desire as he admired your beauty, his voice low and filled with admiration. "You're more beautiful than I imagined," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "So sweet and delicious... I've been dreaming of this moment for so long."

You moaned softly as Eli's lips neared your center, anticipation coursing through you like electricity. His praise fueled your arousal, your body quivering with anticipation as he finally reached his destination.

Feeling his warm breath against your sensitive flesh, you couldn't help but shiver with anticipation. "Eli..." you whispered, your voice trembling with desire.

But Eli needed no further encouragement as he delved into his task with eager enthusiasm. His tongue traced patterns on your skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you with each tantalizing stroke.

You gasped and arched your back, unable to contain the pleasure that consumed you. "Oh god, Eli..." you moaned, your fingers tangling in his hair as he worked his magic.

Eli's touch was electric, his movements expertly calculated to drive you wild with desire. As he explored every inch of your being with his tongue, you surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment, lost in a whirlwind of sensation and pleasure.

You gasped as Eli's thick fingers joined in exploring, and that made you close your legs for a moment around his head, suffocating him as you came in his mouth, grinding your hips against his mouth unconsciously.

When you finished and realized what you did, you quickly opened your legs and apologized to Eli, being embarrassed, but Eli seemed very pleased and arrogant. "Mmm, don't apologize, darling," he purred, his voice husky with desire. "You taste absolutely divine. I wouldn't mind if I died between your legs, suffocating on your sweetness. It's a good way to go."

You blushed furiously at his bold words, feeling a mix of arousal and embarrassment at his brazenness. "E-Eli, I..." you stuttered, struggling to find the right words.

But Eli simply smirked, his confidence unwavering as he reached for his wallet. "No need to be shy, my dear," he said, his tone laced with arrogance. "I liked it and that's what matters."

He took out a condom from his wallet, insisting on using it despite your protests that you were on birth control. "Safer, better safe than sorry," he declared, his voice leaving no room for argument before letting his pants fall around his ankles.

You watched with fascination as Eli unwrapped the condom, his movements deliberate and enticing. His thick member stood proudly before you, leaving you wondering if you would be able to handle it.

Eli seemed to notice your apprehension and reassured you with a smirk. "Don't worry, baby," he said, his voice dripping with confidence. "You might feel a little uncomfortable at first, but with time, you'll be begging for more."

As he positioned himself between your legs, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mingled with nervousness. "Eli, I..." you started, your voice trembling with anticipation.

But Eli silenced you with a kiss, his lips capturing yours in a heated embrace. "Trust me, darling," he murmured against your skin, his voice like velvet. "I'll take good care of you."

With that, he entered you slowly, his movements controlled and deliberate. You gasped as he filled you completely, a mixture of pleasure and pain washing over you in waves.

As Eli began to move, his pace steady and unhurried, you surrendered to the sensation, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. With each thrust, he pushed you closer to the edge of pleasure, his touch igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you whole.

You clung to him desperately, your nails digging into his skin as you rode the wave of passion together. "E-Eli," you moaned, your voice a breathless whisper.

But Eli only smiled, his eyes filled with a hunger that matched your own. "Let go, darling," he urged, his voice a seductive whisper. "Feel everything. Surrender to the pleasure."

And surrender you did, lost in a whirlwind of sensation and desire as Eli claimed you as his own. In that moment of raw, primal passion, there was no room for doubt or hesitation, only the intoxicating allure of forbidden desire.

He too lost himself in the sensation, his face contorting in pleasure. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he moaned, his voice husky with desire. "Even better than I imagined."

You whimpered as he pounded into you harder, the desk shaking beneath you as papers and pens scattered to the floor. You clung to him desperately, your nails digging into his skin as he claimed you as his own.

Eli's eyes fixated on your delicious pussy, his hunger palpable as he drove into you with reckless abandon. "You're mine now, darling," he growled, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "And I'm not letting you go."

He grabbed one of your legs, lifting it and placing it on his desk to get a better angle. With each thrust, he hit deeper, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you with each powerful stroke.

You moaned and whimpered, your body writhing beneath him as he claimed you as his own. "Oh, Eli," you gasped, your voice a breathless whisper.

But Eli only smirked, his movements relentless as he drove you closer to the edge of ecstasy. "That's it, baby," he purred, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Let me hear those sweet moans."

You complied, unable to hold back the sounds of pleasure that escaped your lips with each thrust. "Mmm, oh god," you moaned, your voice a symphony of desire.

Eli's hands roamed your body, exploring every inch of your skin as he worshipped you with his touch. "You like that, don't you, baby?" he teased, his voice laced with arrogance.

You nodded eagerly, unable to form coherent words as pleasure consumed you. "Yes, oh yes," you whimpered, your voice a desperate plea.

Eli grinned triumphantly, his ego swelling with each moan of pleasure you uttered. "Good girl," he praised, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Just wait until I'm finished with you. You'll be begging for more."

With that, he redoubled his efforts, pounding into you with even more fervor as the desk shook beneath you. You clung to him desperately, lost in a whirlwind of sensation and desire as he claimed you as his own.

And as you surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment, you couldn't help but wonder how you had ended up in this situation. But in that moment, all that mattered was the intoxicating allure of forbidden desire and the man who had ignited it within you.

Eli kept his eyes fixed on your delicious pussy, with just a single tuft of soft, neatly trimmed hair above your clit that only captivated Eli even more. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin as he savored the sight before him.

But you reached out, grabbing his shirt and pulling him towards lower so that he was practically lying on you. Your hesitation disappeared as you became more confident, emboldened by the overwhelming desire coursing through your veins.

Eli smirked, his ego swelling with pride at the transformation he had sparked within you. He relished in your newfound boldness, reveling in the way you praised him with dirty talk in his ear, calling him a Professor and acknowledging his skill in the bedroom.

"You fuck so well, Professor," you whispered, your voice husky with desire. "I would have never imagined that an arrogant bastard like you could fuck so damn well."

Eli laughed at your words, his confidence unwavering even in the throes of passion. But he couldn't help but issue a warning, his tone laced with a hint of danger.

"Careful, my dear," he purred, his voice low and enticing. "I may be your Professor, but I have a darker side. And once you've tasted it, there's no going back."

You shivered at his words, a thrill coursing through you at the thought of exploring Eli's darker desires. But you pushed aside your fears, eager to dive deeper into the unknown with the man who had ignited your passion.

As Eli continued to ravish you with his kisses and caresses, you found yourself lost in a whirlwind of ecstasy. The boundaries between mentor and mentee blurred as desire consumed you both, driving you to new heights of pleasure.

"Hmm, oh god," you moaned, your voice a breathless whisper as Eli's touch ignited a fire within you. "Fuck, Eli, yes..."

Eli grinned triumphantly, his ego soaring as he reveled in the sounds of pleasure escaping your lips. He took pleasure in pushing you to the edge of ecstasy, his movements deliberate and calculated to drive you wild with desire and it didn't take long for you to climax.

And as you surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment, you couldn't help but wonder what other forbidden pleasures awaited you in Eli's arms.

As Eli reached his climax, his body tensed with pleasure, and he released a guttural groan of satisfaction. "Oh, [Your Name]!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with ecstasy as he spilled into the condom.

He couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret as he watched his cum fill the condom, wishing he could see it running down your thighs instead. But he quickly pushed aside his desires, reminding himself that it was better to be safe than sorry.

As he remained on top of you for a few moments, catching his breath, he felt your hands on his chest under his shirt, the warmth of your touch sending shivers down his spine. "Who would have thought you were such a naughty little slut," he teased, his voice laced with amusement.

But as he pulled out of you and left you unceremoniously on the table, he noticed a change in your demeanor. The light in your eyes had dimmed, replaced by a look of realization and regret.

Eli watched as you hastily put on your discarded panties, your movements frantic as you tried to distance yourself from what had just happened. His heart sank as he realized the impact of his words, the weight of his actions crashing down on you like a tidal wave.

"Oh my god, what have I done?" you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper as you processed the reality of what had just transpired. "Fucking a Professor like a slut?"

Eli tried to call out to you, to apologize for his callousness and reassure you that everything would be alright. But before he could utter a word, you were gone, slamming the door behind you as you fled from his office.

He ran to the door, his heart racing as he hoped to catch a glimpse of you in the hallway. But to his dismay, all he saw was an empty corridor, devoid of any sign of your presence. "Damn Michaelson!" he cursed aloud, frustration boiling over as he slammed the door shut behind him.

Leaning against the door, Eli banged his head against the hard surface, berating himself for his recklessness. "What the fuck..." he muttered, his voice filled with self-loathing. He knew he had risked everything by giving in to his desires, and now he would have to work twice as hard to make amends.

With a heavy sigh, Eli straightened up and composed himself, steeling his resolve to win you back. He knew he couldn't let you slip through his fingers so easily, not when he had invested so much time and effort into seducing you.

But as he glanced around his office, the reality of his situation sank in. He would have to correct the rest of the tests alone, a tedious and time-consuming task that he had been hoping to avoid. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, frustration bubbling to the surface once again.

Eli sighed as he discarded the condom, he hated correcting tests with a passion, finding it to be a mind-numbingly dull chore. But even as he begrudgingly set to work, he couldn't help but smile arrogantly at the thought of having you exactly where he wanted you.

With each test he corrected, Eli's confidence grew, fueled by the knowledge that he had successfully seduced you once and could do it again. He relished in the power he held over you, the thrill of knowing that you were his to command.

As he worked tirelessly into the night, Eli made a vow to himself. Tomorrow, he would have you again, and this time, he wouldn't let you slip away so easily. Oh yes, you were his new pet now, and he would stop at nothing to make sure you stayed that way.

#eli michaelson x reader #eli michaelson #alan rickman #nobel son #alan rickman x reader #oc

[catiuskaa]

The rain falls [the sky doesn’t]

rain sucks. for you, to the very least, it’s a major problem. but your boyfriend knows something is wrong, and is determined to help you, because even if rain falls, the sky doesn’t.

because it rains a lot where I live and the prompt ‘i am afraid of something + taking care of s/o’ has me weak on my fluffy lil heart. and because i’m nervous of my exams. teehee.

word count: 1.3k

「♪♪ ♡ 🌃 ♡ ♪♪」

It wasn’t the same.

He knew he could be overthinking it, but something had to be wrong. He knew it the moment he heard the door close and there was no sort of welcoming— no “honey, I’m home!” said with a giggle, no hugs or kisses. You hadn’t even moved to your shared room—, where he had been resting, waiting for your arrival.

You two had moved together not too long ago, so, whatever was going on, he hoped that it wasn’t a problem related to how busy his schedule had been or something that he couldn’t fix.

Even if most of the people he knew would say “Hyunjin? Clueless, the man can’t get a thing,” this was right in front of him, like a missing center piece of a puzzle that is almost done. And it was you the one on the core of the issue, so of course, this was maximum priority.

Silently confused, he tilted his head on the doorframe, in a kind of cartoonish way. His eyebrows shot up when he noticed your figure on the sofa, coat and bag still on, feet hanging off the couch so you wouldn’t get it dirty.

Oh, it was that bad? He winced silently. It tugged at his chest, tightening feeling growing slowly.

“Hey there, lovely.” He greeted in a murmur, bending down on his knees, stroking your hair softly. He noticed how wet and damp it felt under his touch, as if you hadn’t bothered to use the umbrella that you carried around and that rested right in front of the door, left to dry.

You let out a strange sort of whine, and that gave out your unsteady breathing, his face quickly displaying innocent worry.

“F-fuck,” you cursed, sniffing, quickly brushing away your tears, yet more came to replace those.

“Oh, baby,” he cupped his face with your hands, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs, stroking in a soothing motion. “Lovely, why are you crying?”

You sobbed, pouting, stopping your failed attempts on hiding your face as he sweetly caged your face in his big hands, almost directly in front of his.

“I-it’s stupid.”

He frowned, a gesture almost unnoticeable.

“Yeah. And Seungmin says I’m intelligent.”

You snorted softly, and that made some of his worry go away, smiling at you softly. He pressed a small kiss on your forehead, so warm, so home, so Hyunjin, that your smile stayed in place, even if tears were still coming out.

“S-so… I uh…” He nodded, encouraging you to keep speeking and you sniffed, trying to look for the correct words.

A lightning illuminated the room, but it was the sound of thunder that rumbled under its walls, and for you, it seemed that the place had shattered into pieces. You squirmed in your place, hiding in the arms of Hyunjin, who hugged you, passing his hands, warm to the touch, under your cold and wet coat, quickly taking it off and covering you both with the blanket you kept to watch movies on the couch.

He cooed softly, your head hidden on the crook of his neck as he pecked you so tenderly, so sweetly, that you couldn’t help but let out a sigh full of anxiety, now curling up on Hyunjin’s lap, the sounds of the storm feeling further away as his slow-paced breathing calmed you down.

“My little taco.” He hummed with a cheeky smile as he had wrapped you in the blanket, only your face free from the soft fabric. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You thought about it, then shook your head sideways. Somehow, saying you were afraid of storms made them more unbearable. As if you couldn’t hide or escape from them anymore.

He moved both of you, now laying down on the sofa as he took your shoes off and then rested his head on your lap.

But, umpromptedly, his eyes shined as he looked at you.

“Lovely, I’ve been wanting to do something with you for a while,” he started. “If you feel too afraid, we don’t need to do it, we can always come back inside.”

He hesitated. Should he say it out loud? He had felt how putting your fear to words made you even more anxious. So, instead, he didn’t.

Standing up, he went to get his raincoat and his boots, taking another for you, the one you were wearing at the moment being far too drenched to wear again. He hung it close to the radiator and then helped you in your boots. And also threw one of his sweaters over your head, and you gripped the sleeves, feeling as long as always.

Hyunjin took your hands in his, walking backwards to the door, but not taking any umbrella. He stared at you lovingly as he waited for you to ask or refrain from leaving, but you nodded, still quite unsure.

He giggled, hands cradling your face and planting a big smooch on your lips, his fruit flavoured chapstick lingering on you.

Without letting go of your hand, like a kid on Christmas day, he excitedly went to the entrance of the building, now both of you standingin front of the main door, rain pouring down on the other side of the glass.

He took his phone and pressed play, happily handing you a pair of headphones, connecting both his and yours with the adaptor that you had teased him for buying a while ago.

The known melody tingled in your ears, Frank Sinatra’s voice filling your ears and your chest because Hyunjin looked so cute as he stared at you, unsure of opening the door until you gave him a sign, looking so squishable and —god, you could bite him he looked so cute—.

You let out a sigh, but with the music, hearing the rain was almost imposible, and that helped with your nerves, the instrumental on the track setting a beat for your nervous heart to follow.

“I chose this because you played it yesterday, and uh, I, well…” Hyunjin said, failing to hide a quiver in his voice.

“It’s a good song. It’s ok.” You smiled, and squeezed his hand. “It’s cheesy. Like you.”

He laughed, more relaxed. “You were the one who was screaming the chorus the other day, shouting ‘fly me to the moon’ so loud the neighbours though you were an astronaut.”

You both chuckled out of nervousness, out of a weird excitement that he glued to you.

You nodded, and both of you got out to the rain.

You flinched at the wet and cold feeling, your skin shivering at the sharp feeling of it, but you were too bothered, looking at Hyunjin, smiling, laughing, having fun, that you smiled too.

Hyunjin smiled back at you cheekily.

“Now we dance, because I’m so cheesy and you love it.”

He held you closer by your waist, lulling your body softly to the music in your headphones.

Hyunjin rested his forehead against yours as he started singing, and you lowered the volume of the headphones to listen to him better.

The rain had never looked so beautiful until he appeared on the frame.

soft hours.

「♪♪ ♡ 🌃 ♡ ♪♪」

~Kats, who lives in a place that could rain all month and because it has been raining so much got inspired (and also because procrastination is the king of good ideas to write)

ps. I seriously wrote this in 30 minutes without making any sound. I hadn’t written anything in months. I’m so fucking proud of myself.

#stray kids #stray kids scenarios #stream rockstar! #skz hyunjin #stray kids x reader #soft hours #stray kids fluff #skz scenarios #skz hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #fluff fluff fluff #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin comfort #straykids #stray kids imagines #skz soft hours

[alast4r]

Oρρσʂιƚҽ Aƚƚɾαƈƚ (Aʅαʂƚσɾ x HҽʅʅႦσɾɳ Fҽɱ!Rҽαԃҽɾ)

Okay so I am rather more motivated by how some people enjoyed my first post and I feel motivated to write more stuff! I really love those who enjoyed the "My Deer Assistant" somehow so here's another treat for adoring little Alastor fans like me. This may slightly have smut so MDNI (Minors do not interact) I'd refuse to have minors make contact with works involving non-friendly posts, especially sexual intercourse. And the plot may be dumb

⭒❃.✮:▹　Natsu　◃:✮.❃⭒

⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺ Professionals often say that an ideal partner should have great similarities and easily agree with your tastes. However, in your case, dear reader, your relationship defied this norm. You and your beloved partner shared few similarities, yet your love for each other was unconditional. Overlord Alastor, the Radio Demon, was known for his enthusiastic and smiley demeanor, a stark contrast to your moody and perpetually frowning disposition. Despite his sweet nature, Alastor preferred bitter flavors, while you, with your cold and bitter personality, had a penchant for sweets that never waned.

Alastor exhibited patience, a trait you often lacked, as your short temper could flare up in an instant. He found solace in Jazz, whereas you found comfort in classical music. His powerful presence juxtaposed your fragile nature. He thrived in lively environments, while you preferred to observe from the sidelines. Despite these differences, you two fit together like perfect puzzle pieces, complementing each other in ways that transcend conventional compatibility.

After a long absence, you felt the bonds of your relationship with Alastor slowly fraying, yet you managed to cling to them, determined to keep them intact. It was during this delicate time that you stumbled upon a grand edifice that commanded attention: The Hazbin Hotel. This was no ordinary establishment; it exuded an air of mystique and charm that drew you in for the concept of redemption but someone like you had no chance or worth of being redeemed. What particularly caught your eye was a captivating commercial playing on a nearby picture show. Amidst the kaleidoscope of colors and images, there was a figure, just out of focus, yet undeniably intriguing, their presence teasingly enigmatic.

As serendipity would have it, the Hazbin Hotel beckoned you not as a mere guest but as a member of its staff, a twist of fate that led you back into the orbit of your beloved partner, Alastor. The reunion was a tapestry of emotions, woven with threads of nostalgia, hope, and perhaps a tinge of apprehension. Yet, as you reunited, the past seemed to melt away, leaving behind a renewed sense of connection and understanding. Together, you embarked on a journey to rediscover each other, navigating the complexities of your relationship with a newfound appreciation for the depth of your bond.

───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱ ───

Alastor's persistent insistence on wearing a smile seemed almost comical against the backdrop of your somber mood. The parlor, with its plush seats and the lingering aroma of delightful sweets, provided a momentary respite from the chaos of your usual days. However, Alastor's playful banter shattered the tranquility as he urged you to smile. "Smile, my dear! As they say, 'You're never fully dressed without a smile!'" he quipped, his voice filled with playful encouragement.

Seated in the soft chair, you couldn't help but frown, your thoughts consumed by the weight of your responsibilities. "Alastor, you know as well as I do that I'm not one to feign cheerfulness," you replied, your tone tinged with a hint of exhaustion. Despite your protest, Alastor pressed on, his determination unwavering. With a light chuckle, you decided to play along, grabbing a small pastry and deftly stuffing it between his lips.

The unexpected gesture left Alastor momentarily stunned, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement. Slowly, he devoured the pastry, his enjoyment evident despite his attempts to maintain a facade of displeasure. "How sugary, my dear," he remarked, a hint of genuine amusement in his voice. With a playful grin, he continued, "I suppose I'll have to put more effort into coaxing that smile from you."

As if on cue, Alastor scooped you into his arms, cradling you like a precious treasure. Despite your initial resistance, you couldn't help but be swept up in the moment. There was a certain charm in Alastor's playful antics, a reminder of the unique bond you shared. As he carried you with effortless grace, you couldn't help but smile, if only slightly, at his undeniable charm.

Upon entering your room upstairs, the door clicked shut behind you, sealing you both in a cocoon of intimacy. As you settled onto the soft mattress of your bed, Alastor wasted no time in closing the distance between you. His body pressed against yours, as he buried his head into your neck, peppering it with gentle kisses that sent shivers down your spine. You instinctively stretched a bit, offering him better access to your neck, relishing the sensation of his lips against your skin. Each kiss was like a gentle caress, igniting a fire within you that only he could quench. His movements were deliberate yet tender, each one filled with a silent promise of love and passion. Despite the simplicity of the moment, there was an undeniable intensity between you. Every touch, every kiss, was a testament to the deep connection you shared. In that fleeting moment, there was only the two of you, lost in the sweet embrace of each other's love. "Al.." you murmured softly, a moan of pleasure escaping your lips, sending a shiver down his spine. Despite the sensation of bliss, your expression told a different story – furrowed brows and pouty lips indicating a hint of discontent. Alastor looked up at you, his hand gently cupping your cheek while the other held you securely by the waist. "What's troubling you, dear?" His voice, now devoid of the usual radio filter, sounded clear and earnest as he awaited your response.

You glanced at the clock on the wall, its hands ticking away precious moments, before returning your gaze to him. "I only have 10 minutes left, Al..." you confessed with a sigh, a sense of urgency creeping into your tone. Alastor met your gaze with a mixture of understanding and determination before lowering his head once more, his tongue tracing a wet trail along your neck, eliciting another groan from you. "Then I shall hasten my efforts, my darling," he declared softly, his warm breath tickling your earlobe as he nibbled on it gently, eliciting a mixture of pleasure and frustration from you as your hands gripped his shoulders, fingers digging into his back in a silent plea for more.

Feeling the ecstasy of your erotic sounds escaping between your parted lips, Alastor tugged the hem of your skirt, lowering it to your knees. His touch was electric as his index finger trailed along your inner thigh, drawing tantalizing circles on your soft, plump skin. Capturing your lips in a fiery kiss, he skillfully tangled his tongue with yours, saliva mixing in a heated exchange that left you breathless. As he pulled away, a thin string of saliva briefly connected your mouths, a visible sign of your shared desire. With a mischievous grin, Alastor teasingly tugged your underwear down, leaving it bunched around your knees. Your expression was a mix of flustered embarrassment and raw desire, which only seemed to amuse him further. "My darling, you never fail to surprise me with our differences," he remarked, his voice laced with a teasing tone. As you buried your face in a pillow, letting out a frustrated groan, he chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. Taking advantage of your vulnerable position, Alastor leaned down, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, "Let's explore those differences, shall we?" His hands roamed your exposed skin, igniting a fiery passion between you. Each touch, each kiss, sent waves of pleasure through your body, building up to an intense climax that left you both gasping for breath.

As his thumb circled your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body, you looked down at him with pleading eyes. "C-Can you please hurry~...I only have seven minutes.." Your voice was filled with urgency and need, but Alastor seemed unfazed as he laid his head on your stomach, his eyes locked with yours. With a jolt of shock and a gasp, you felt his finger slip inside you, the sensation slightly painful due to his sharp, pointed fingers. Despite the discomfort, you couldn't deny the pleasure that followed, and you arched your back, a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through you. "Oh, Alastor..." you moaned, your voice a mix of pleasure and frustration. He sighed, his breath warm against your skin, before licking your cheek in a teasing manner. "Ma Biche, I truly wouldn't wish to rush you," he murmured, his voice filled with a hint of irritation, ", especially with how delicate and oh-so frail you are and I haven't felt my excitement to this pleasure. But I suppose I wouldn't wish to waste your time and my chances." His words were teasing, yet there was a hint of sincerity in them as if he truly wanted to please you despite his playful demeanor. As his fingers continued their tantalizing dance inside you, you felt yourself nearing the edge. The sensation was overwhelming, and you couldn't help but lose yourself in the pleasure he was giving you. With one final, intense wave of pleasure, you cried out his name, your body trembling with ecstasy. Alastor watched you with a satisfied smirk, his eyes filled with wicked delight at having driven you to such pleasure. Time seemed to blur as you were lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, each thrust of his fingers driving you closer to the edge. After three minutes of intense ecstasy, you reached your limits, your frustration coating his fingers as you buried your head into the pillow once more. Alastor chuckled, his amusement evident as he tasted your sweet fluid, helping you tidy up with the remaining time. He fixed your outfit and carried you to sit up, his voice soft as he said, "I suppose I wouldn't want you too drained for now, my fawn." Planting a gentle kiss on your forehead, he then assisted you downstairs.

There, you found two cups of different beverages waiting for you. Lost in your duties at the hotel, you mistakenly grabbed Alastor's cup of bitter black coffee, immediately spitting it out as you exclaimed, "How bitter.." He quickly cleaned you up with a napkin, chuckling softly. "Haha, my dear, be more careful, will you?" Groaning, you wondered if the day could get any more stressful. Deciding to relax, you played some soothing classical music and sat on the counter, Alastor stroking your head gently. "Do you wish to fall asleep to this music?" his voice was soothing, calming your frayed nerves. The gentle touch of his fingers on your head was comforting, and you felt yourself slowly relaxing into the music, the tension of the day melting away.

"Maybe.." you uttered softly, finally finding a moment of peace. You wrapped your arms around your head, feeling the warmth of the unfinished cup of tea in front of you. The soothing strains of the classical music filled the room, calming your mind.

Alastor approached and scooped you up in his arms once more, carrying you to bed. He gently laid you down, tucking you in with warm sheets. You mumbled, "I love you, Alastor.." His face softened, a smile of pride and adoration spreading across his features as he looked down at you. He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "I love you too, my fawn." It was moments like these that made you realize how perfectly you complemented each other, filling the empty spaces in each other's lives with love and understanding.

End

#alastor x reader #alastor smut #alastor x reader smut #alastor #alastor the radio demon #radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #smut #fluff #x reader #fem reader #hazbinhotel #hazbin fanfic #hazbin fandom #hazbin hotel x you #alastor x you #alastor x y/n #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel smut #tw eye contact

[bloomingdayswithyou]

Hear me out- hear me out here-

Easily flustered reader tries to ask out Lev Haiba (and fails miserably, reader literally walked up to him and then gave up) so reader just slides a note to him and refuses to acknowledge said note the entire time because they’re afraid of rejection

Guys am I the only one that is gay for Lev

Clumsy Confession

Pairing: Lev Haiba x gn!reader

Words: 590

Warnings: none!

A/N: hi!! I'm really sorry for not appearing these past few months while having my requests opened! I will try to write everything you've requested as soon as possible🥹

In the bustling halls of Fukurōdani Academy, where the sound of bouncing volleyballs echoed like a symphony, there was a figure that stood out among the crowd. Lev Haiba, with his towering height and striking presence, commanded attention wherever he went. And today, he found himself the unwitting target of a shy, easily flustered admirer.

Y/n, filled with a whirlwind of emotions, had harbored a secret crush on Lev for what felt like an eternity. They were not one for bold gestures or confident confessions, instead opting to admire him from afar, stealing glances whenever they could muster the courage.

But today was different. Today, fueled by a sudden surge of determination, y/n decided it was time to finally act on their feelings. With shaky hands and a racing heart, they approached Lev as he stood near the gymnasium doors, a small group of teammates surrounding him.

"Hey, Lev," y/n managed to squeak out, their voice barely audible above the chatter of the hallway.

Lev turned towards them, his golden eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Oh, hey there! What's up?"

Y/n felt a blush creep onto their cheeks, their nerves threatening to overwhelm them. But they pushed through, determined to see this through to the end.

"I, um, I was wondering if, uh…" They stumbled over their words, unable to form a coherent sentence in the presence of the object of their affection.

Lev tilted his head, a puzzled expression crossing his face. "Is something wrong?"

y/n's heart pounded in their chest, their palms growing clammy with anxiety. They couldn't do it. They couldn't bring themselves to confess their feelings to him face to face.

Without another word, they turned on their heel and fled, leaving Lev standing there with a bemused expression.

Confusion clouded Lev's features as he watched y/n’s retreating figure. He couldn't understand what had just happened, but one thing was for certain – they had left something behind.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Lev bent down and picked up the small slip of paper that had fallen to the ground. It was a note, hastily scrawled handwriting barely legible.

For a moment, Lev hesitated, unsure if he should read it. But curiosity won out, and he unfolded the note, his eyes scanning the words written upon it.

"Dear Lev," it read, "I've admired you from afar for so long, but I've never been able to find the courage to tell you how I feel. I know this is probably weird, but I just wanted you to know that someone out there thinks you're amazing. Even if you never feel the same way about me, I'll still be cheering you on from the sidelines."

A warmth spread through Lev's chest as he read the heartfelt words. He couldn't help but smile, touched by the sincerity of the confession.

With a newfound determination, Lev tucked the note into his pocket, vowing to find the mysterious admirer and thank them properly.

Meanwhile, y/n lurked in the shadows, their cheeks burning with embarrassment. They had done it – they had finally confessed their feelings to Lev, albeit in the most awkward way possible.

But as they watched him read the note with a smile on his face, a sense of relief washed over them. Maybe, just maybe, their clumsy confession hadn't been such a failure after all.

And as Lev looked up from the note, his eyes met theirs across the crowded hallway, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Maybe there was hope for them yet.

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#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu fanfinc #lev #lev haiba #lev x reader #lev x male reader #lev fanfic #anime #anime fanfic #anime x reader #anime x male reader #lev fluff #haikyuu fluff #anime fluff

[laurieelaurel]

I saw your requests are open and I wanted to ask if you could write something about the brothers accidentally standing MC up on a date. Like they forgot or had something else to do and just missed it and left them there. Then idk maybe they’re reminded about the date later by someone and figure out how the ending goes?? Sorry if that’s not a good explanation, I’ve never really sent a request before but if you write this I am looking forward to seeing it! :D

Getting stood up on a date

Brothers x gn!reader

No worries, and what an honour to have your first request! Sorry again for the slight delay - my laptop died :,)

Warnings: slight and implied violence in Satan's, not very angsty because I'm a softie and I need happy endings

Lucifer

For the first time in forever, he isn’t drowning in paperwork. This man can finally take his well earned break, away from all the prince’s childish games and his brothers never ending quarrels. 

For the first time in over a week he can afford to lean back and tune the rest of the world out. Maybe he would take a quick trip away from the HoL so he wouldn’t be thrown surprise paperwork?

Settles for a well earned day of doing absolutely nothing. Makes himself a cup of tea and goes to bed early for the first time in a very long time.

What he’s forgotten however is the date you had scheduled. How ironic is that. The reason why he worked so hard to clear his desk was to make time for you and yet all that work had burnt him out so much he forgot to go

Meanwhile you’re sat awkwardly at a table for two in cafe lament. It really wasn’t like Lucifer to be late so you were getting really antsy, still not getting a response to your texts

It’s about an hour after your agreed time that you realise you’ve just been stood up. Did something important come up? He promised he’d have all his work done before the date… 

Lucifer wakes up bright and early the next day, feeling refreshed and… oh shit

It is only 5 am when he comes knocking frantically on your door, his eyes searching your tired face for any signs of hurt

Apologises profusely, head in his hands as he can’t bring himself to face your hesitant gaze. How terrible that he’d left you hanging there with the expectation that you’d be enjoying a date together for diavolo knows how long. 

He’s determined to make it up to you, how does renting the entirety of the amusement park to yourselves sound? How about going to Godevil Chocolatier? He’ll do whatever it takes to make you feel better, to let you know that you never deserved to be left hanging.

Mammon

He was literally a block away from the cafe when he heard a familiar voice… and not the good kind.

When he looked over his shoulder he paled, eyes meeting 4 other pairs of very angry witches. 

Sprints straight through the crowded city street, bowling over every pedestrian in sight. Takes every back alley and short cut possible, cutting through the occasional store. This group of witches is strangely persistent in their chase, their demands for their grimm never too far away. 

While all this is going on, you’re still waiting on the patio, puzzled at all the commotion in the square. You ask a group of students you recognize what’s going on and they tell you that apparently there’s a maniac getting hunted down by at least 5 angry witches after cheating on them all at the same time. They were close enough with their speculation huh. What a weirdo you think to yourself, send Mammon a text joking about the situation.

>> careful, I hear there’s an asshole who got caught cheating on 5 different girls at once

>> he’s being chased down to the ends of the earth by witches so maybe you’d be able to give him some pointers lol 

He doesn’t even read the texts, leaving you alone with two servings of pastries. 

At some point it becomes too embarrassing to stay, the customers seated near you clearly able to tell you’ve been stood up, and you order some boxes to take home the food.

The second you open the front door, Mammon is there to meet you, tears in his eyes as he sputters out a few sentences you can’t quite understand

To spare the both of you from the prying gazes of his brothers, you go to your room to talk. “It was me!” he blurts out the second the door closes behind you “I was the asshole. The one running around downtown I mean. And an asshole for leaving you like that too”

Deflated and so incredibly ashamed of himself. He could defend himself saying it wasn’t it his fault but he knew deep down that it was still his fault. He chose to cheat 5 different witches out of grimm, he had no room to complain when they inevitably came after him. His only regret is that it had to be today and it had left you feeling alone and humiliated

Give him another chance, he isn’t above begging for it, and he promises he’ll truly let you feel as treasured as you are to him

Levi

He’s been looking forward to this movie date for WEEKS MC. It’s marked on at least 6 different calendars on his various electronic devices! There was no way in hell he was going to miss it.

He stayed up all night to be able to guarantee two tickets with seats next to each other, and you actually accepted his invitation! You both made it bright and early to the theatre before too much of a line was formed and Levi decided it was his time to shine, offering to go buy you both some snacks from the concession stand.

 You’re more than happy to stay behind, waiting in the comfortable darkness of the theatre as levi does what he needs to

That would be if things went to plan (and things most certainly did not!)

Some schmuck took it upon themselves to cause a scene today of all days, and somehow Levi has now somehow found himself stuck in the growing crowd. The time until the start of the movie only got closer and closer as his annoyance started to grow faster and faster. 

For the first time in 2 whole months, Levi accidentally summoned Lotan through sheer irritation, causing a huge mess in the foyer while you and everyone else in the theatre remained unaware.

You’re starting to wonder just what the odds of Levi bailing on you would be, checking your DDD about every second now 

You’ve been sat awkwardly with no date and no snacks for about 15 minutes when the doors of the theatre are thrown open dramatically and a dark figure runs over to your seat

There are more than just a couple things you have to tell him off for when you notice just how… dishevelled? and panicked he is - hold up why is your hair wet??

“I-I’ll explain everything later!” he whisper-shouts, eyes hesitantly meeting yours

 “I’ll make it up to you and - oh no, how long did I leave you for?” he moans, eyes darting around nervously, “This was all my fault and I… I’m not deserving of your forgiveness but, argghhh!”

“-It’s alright Levi, it really is - the movie was something you were looking forward to as well though, so how about we just watch? You only missed a few minutes after all…”

>> the rest of the movie was great, though getting out of the half flooded theatre at the end was not…

Satan

It really isn’t like Satan to forget things. As disorganised and chaotic as his sin might be, he likes to hold himself higher than that, keeping all his underlying rage hidden as he shows his gentlemanly facade to the world. 

That being said, that rage bubbling away under his skin is still there, and it would do all the lesser demons good to keep that in mind when approaching him. 

Apparently the one standing before him didn’t get the memo, snarking away in front of him, as if being part of the exchange program would save him from that ugly side of him. 

With little more than a second to rethink his actions, Satan lunges over the library table and violently grabs the demon’s throat.

Snarling incoherent curses and profanities, he shoves him against a nearby bookcase, his mind screaming for his rage to be let out

.

It’s about a half hour later than the time you’d agreed on with Satan and it’s starting to dawn on you that being stood up was actually an option.

Is it really though? You ask yourself; it’s a cat cafe, surely he wouldn’t miss out on this for the world!

That’s what you reason with yourself as you convince your brain to wait just a few more minutes because surely he was just running a little late, right? There’s no way he would have forgotten, right??

The amount of relief that washes over you as you see his figure pushing through the crowded streets is impossible to describe in words an- “wait why are you covered in blood?”

Satan???

“It’s all right, it’s not mine,” he explains, slightly out of breath

“Oh, thank goodness! I- Wait-”

“More importantly, I’ve been leaving you hanging for a while now, right?” He continues, ushering you into the cafe, “I can’t exactly do anything about the fact that I’m late, so I’ll just have to make it up to you now, and on our future dates if you’d allow me.”

Asmo

 Asmo promised to treat you to a night you’d never forget sometime and went all out with a reservation to the fanciest restaurant in all of the devildom. 

It was an overwhelming social experience, watching all the well dressed and classy demons of the land walking by, making you feel like you were sticking out. Being seated at the best table in the house was also scary alone, it was almost as if the waiters and chefs expect you to be of a certain tax bracket to even be able to breathe the same air as they do

What’s worse is that your date has left you out to dry here, the very obviously empty seat in front of you letting just about everyone else know you’d been stood up. 

You feel dejected and humiliated, unable to even just enjoy the expensive food with all the very noticeable stares and whispers 

Deciding to save what little face you have left, you get up to leave only a couple bites into your dinner, leaving the fancy building onto the cold rainy streets.

Oh yeah, it’s raining now, because comedic timing is a thing apparently

You decide to suck it up and run as fast as your fancy shoes let you, your mind just left frazzled 

About 10 minutes into your jog home you hear footsteps fast approaching from behind and just as you manage to turn around you’re met with a tackle hug from the one and only Asmo

“Mc!” he cries, ushering you under a nearby tree, “you weren’t there when I went in and I got so worried!”

“...Well maybe if you hadn’t been late and left me alone for half an hour, we’d be enjoying a nice dinner right now!” you yell a bit louder than expected, though your saltiness is very reasonable.

Asmo winces at your words, he knows he’d hurt your feelings and your trust but explains that he’d been trying to surprise you with a gift 

“Not that it makes it okay for me to just leave you hanging like that though - I really should have gotten this ready for the time we agreed on, but I hope you’ll accept it anyways.” He quickly adds, hesitantly offering you the slightly wrinkled bag he was holding, “I feel really bad for abandoning you like that, so please let me make it up to you, darling.”

Beel

 It’s pretty… no, incredibly easy to get Beel’s attention if you know what to grab it with - and it really isn’t a secret what it is. 

Food. Literally any kind of food out there would cause him to halt in his tracks. 

The hunger of the avatar of Gluttony is not to be underestimated, yet he chose to hold off on eating while shopping with you to share a lunch later in the day. He really went into the outing thinking he could hold off eating for a couple of hours and yet only a half hour in and he feels as if he might as well be dying.

He really couldn’t hold in his hunger this time, and excused himself to go raid the closest fast food restaurant before you returned.

You had just left to go to the bathroom and yet when you returned Beel was nowhere to be seen. He wasn’t answering any texts and you had a sneaking suspicion of what had happened.

Feeling a bit bummed at being left alone, you wandered a bit before setting off for home with a heavy heart. 

You know how hard it must be for Beel to keep his impulses under control but it still didn’t change your disappointment as you shuffled home awkwardly. 

You were only a couple minutes away from the steps of the HoL when you hear a heavy pair of feet approaching 

You turn to see Beel rounding the corner, several large bags under his arms. Letting him catch up to you, he blurts out a quick apology before handing over a sizeable amount of food and gifts

You’re left speechless at the amount of stuffed animals and assorted trinkets he presents you as Beel guiltily avoids your gaze

“M’sorry about that MC… I really am…”

“...Beel, what is all this?”

“Some things to make it up to you! …But I know it doesn’t make up for what just happened so I was thinking we go home early and we can make dinner together. Whatever you want MC, so please don’t be sad.”

Belphie

Funnily enough, the reason why the avatar of Sloth was late to your date at the dreaded petting zoo was not because he was sleeping

Honestly if he had slept in that would have been easier for you to write off than this.

Somehow Belphie had managed to get caught up in another one of Satan’s pranks on Lucifer and this time, there were consequences (shocking, I know)

Just an hour before you had planned to meet, Belphie and Satan were caught red handed trying to change the cue of Lucifer’s record player with one that was hexed to ruin all vinyls it came into contact with

Why he was trying to pull such a dangerous stunt right before your date is beyond you, but obviously the plan went south and obviously this royally pissed Lucifer off

Flash forward to now - while you’re waiting outside the zoo, excited to see the devildom animals Belphie’s stuck inside, getting lectured and very much not on his way

You've been waiting almost an hour now in the heat for your date to get here and your patience is starting to reach it's limit.

No text, no nothing! You don't know if it's even worth risking what's left of your pride to keep waiting

But lo and behold, not a moment later, you spot a very disgruntled Belphie running straight towards you

Feeling pretty hurt, you don't exactly try to hide the displeasure on your face as you let Belphie try and explain what exactly he put you through

Belphie explains as quick as he can, pointing out how stupid he himself was to even risk getting caught by Lucifer

He knows not to show any of his own annoyance since he can admit he only has himself to blame

"I know it was really stupid and I don't have any excuses. Would you be willing to give me the chance to make it up to you right now? You will? That's great then! We should see as much as we can before Lucifer notices I ran off then :)"

"...You didn't just piss Lucifer off and then... run away, did you?"

Thank you guys for 300 followers!

#obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me x reader #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me

[generationlossupdates]

GenLoss Episode 2: The Mastermind of The Warehouse

Once again I am bolding the most important bits for those who want to skim, and I am putting it all under the cut to avoid dash clutter. If I'm missing anything important/messed up a specific detail PLEASE let me know so I can fix it, thanks!

Ranboo wakes up tied to a chair, in front of a tv. There's a bucket of keys in front of him. The tv turns on and a masked figure tells them that they have an hour to find the key that will let them out of their chains. If they don't get out they'll be shocked to death. The masked figure shocks them and they pass out briefly before waking back up. They start going at the keys and manage to pick out the right key first try. He frees himself and then gets up and turns off the tv. 

He begins to explore, finding a guy on a surgery table in a new room. There's a TV in there as well, and the masked figure tells him that he needs to find a key in him. The TV turns off on it's own and the guy on the table (Charlie) wakes up. Ranboo cuts open Charlies's stomach and he's full of slime. He starts digging around in his stomach, the guy making commentary on each thing he pulls out. Suddenly the screen starts to glitch and Charlie's stomach goop turns red, simulating blood, and he begins to scream. It goes back to 'normal' and Ranboo continues to dig around in Charlie's stomach. 

The TV turns on and the masked figure says that the key was ON Charlie, not IN him. Ranboo complains about the masked figure being unclear. He digs around in the toilet right next to operation bed and finds the key. He enters the next room and finds a group of people tied to a carousel. The TV is broken and the masked figure shows up, turning out to be The Puzzler. He tells Ranboo that he must determine who lives and who dies. They also drag in Charlie from the other room. Ranboo has each person state their case. 

At one point The Puzzler places a hat (the same hat Sneeg wore during the first episode) on Sneeg and the screen begins to glitch and Squiggle pops up saying 'BAD HAT' over and over. Sneeg suddenly begins to say he needs to use the bathroom, and when they let him go he runs for it. They spin the carousel and everyone begins to wail and sob. 

Suddenly they hear yelling as Sneeg is dragged back into the room. He's dragged back in by two masked people wearing Squiggle masks. They shove him into a chair and place a Showfall branded mask on his face. Everything freezes as they place Sneeg back in place. Everything returns to normal and Sneeg makes his case. 

All the others make their case and Chat gets to pick two people to live between Ethan, Austin, Frank, Sneeg, Niki, and Vinny. Niki and Sneeg are chosen to live, and are freed from the cage. Chat has to do a pipe puzzle to help them escape. The puzzle is completed successfully and Ranboo, Niki, and Sneeg go to the next room. They've entered the 'Candy Room' and must play as game called 'Mouse Trap'. They have 2 hours to complete the game by having it run through properly, or they'll die. They begin to put the game together, though the instructions are notably not in English. Ranboo also begins to act off, seeming more out of it and uncaring. They nearly finish the puzzle before realizing they're missing pieces. 

Ranboo remembers once piece was in Charlie's body, and goes to retrieve it. They're still missing another piece and Niki begins to look though the other door before accidentally entering the room The Puzzler is in and getting shot. She miraculously survives before The Puzzler goes back and kills her. They decide to bring in another person as replacement, this time being Vinny. They complete the trap and enter the next room. 

As they enter the next room, a person with a Squiggle mask turns Ranboo's mask back on, setting him back to 'normal'. They enter a room with lots of lasers and a diamond. Vinny says to toss him into the lasers and they do so. He managed to survive this, only to be killed by a random falling anvil. Ranboo then tries to properly go through the laser trap, becoming stuck at a point. The towel he had in his pocket holding Slimecicle suddenly begins to speak, and Slime tells him to put him/the towel on the laser machine. Ranboo does so and the towel burns, but he manages to get through the trap. He collects the diamond and Ranboo and Sneeg get beamed into a large closet. 

The Puzzler comments on their missing party member and brings in the rest of the carousel guests. He tells them all to turn around and announces their only clue that 'appearances aren’t always as they seem and to ‘change your appearance’’. He tells them to turn around and leaves, and they turn back around. They take this literally, dressing up in different clothes from the closet. They bring The Puzzler back in and they show off for him, though he does say that is not what he meant.

The Puzzler tells them to turn around again. Ranboo seems off again, and begins to look around. After some more observation, the group starts noticing buttons. They press them and the lights turn into black lights, and there are arrows saying to go into a room. Everyone seems suspicious of it, saying they don’t want to go into the room. They look around, seeming unsure. 

The Puzzler shows up yet again with his rats, all dressed up. Everyone starts complaining at him, and he pulls out the detonator yet again. They’re told to turn around yet again, and The Puzzler leaves. They continue to explore, Ethan finding a spinning corridor. He gets crushed by the corridor and Austin is the only one to react to this. 

They press the buttons again, the lights going into black light mode again. This time Ranboo goes through the door, and it turns out it is in fact the solution to the puzzle. Ranboo, Austin, and Sneeg go through and in the new room, there’s toys lining all the walls. The Puzzler shows up on a TV and begins to explain his last puzzle. He explains that they must play with the toys in order of date, but before he can finish his explanation the tv cuts out. Austin is again is the only to react to this. Ranboo’s dialogue becomes even more stilted as they look around. 

They turn to look at the button that says ‘DO NOT PUSH’ and after a small argument, Austin is coerced into pushing it, revealing a wall hole that can only fit one person. Austin, Sneeg and Ranboo fight to be the one to fit through it, though Austin seems to be the only one actually putting energy into it. Sneeg seems to be holding Austin back in order to help Ranboo, and as such Ranboo winds up being the one fitting through the wall, the other two being crushed. 

He walks away, finding his way into The Puzzler’s lab. He finds a tape recorder from The Puzzler, telling him that if he’s hearing this The Puzzler’s dead. The Puzzler says to look inside the box that’s on the floor, then inside the box that’s in that box, and then box inside that one. Inside the last box is a key, but before Ranboo can do anything with it, H shows up on the tv, saying that they’ve finally been able to get in. Ranboo looks disoriented as his mask flickers on and off. H explains that ‘they’ve’ been using him as a puppet for twisted entertainment, and that none of this is real. Ranboo is still confused until H announces that he’s ‘done it’. Ranboo’s mask turns off and he’s finally able to see. He turns to stare directly at the camera, and begins to walk slowly past directors until he exits the set and turns to stand on a balcony in front of a giant poster of the Showfall logo. Ranboo exclaims ‘What the FUCK’ and the recording cuts out.

#genlossupdates #generation loss #genloss spoilers

[whatavery]

A short little story I wrote for @wpk12art featuring Halina and Mordecai. Had a lot of fun with this one, hope y'all enjoy it!

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The thudding, wet impacts echoed throughout the room. Red splattered everywhere with each hack. Halina’s arms and most of her apron was covered in red, dripping, gushing. It wasn't an unfamiliar sight to her, her yellow eyes fixated on the business at hand. It didn’t matter how soaking wet she was, she needed to get this done. The fur on her hands stuck to her, covered in red as well.

Halina’s ears perked up when she heard the door opening, her tail giving a flick, but she didn’t stop. She had a job to finish.

The footsteps out in the living room hesitated, the owner likely hearing the wet impacts with each hack and chop. When her face was splattered, Halina scoffed in annoyance, a red streak across her face. She swore in Polish under her breath, but she was too determined to finish, she left the red splatter for now…

“… What are you doing?” Halina’s ear perked up again as she slowly turned to face Mordecai. The tuxedo cat stared at her in silence, looking initially alarmed. This much red wasn't a foreign sight to the Marigold gunman, nor was it to Halina. His green eyes looked her up and down, taking in the sight of his lover partially soaking wet, the apron looking exactly like it had just left a murder scene.

In her right hand, Halina held a metallic meat tenderizer, the hammer-like tool’s dripping red onto the floor. Albeit unsightly and messy, Mordecai didn’t focus on that for now. He raised an eyebrow.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Halina asked, finally wiping her face with her sleeve, though all this did was smear more of the red into her gray fur.

“It looks like you’re dismembering someone…” Mordecai noted calmly. Indeed, both of them were rather desensitized to this sort of violence and gore by now. He stepped closer to her. Unlike Halina in her messy, red-stained state, Mordecai was dressed nicely, cleanly, neatly – as he usually was.

The lean trigger man watched his lover with some apprehension, before making his way on over, steering around her, as to not risk her getting red stains on him or his clothes.

“Ah… so that’s what you’re doing,” he said when he glanced down at her handiwork. It was a familiar sight to Mordecai. He’d seen it before, he knew it all too well, in fact. The last time he’d seen a big, red mess like this was…

Mordecai squinted at her, then frowned. “You didn’t get this from my place did you?”

“I did… is that a problem? You borrow my books…” the black-haired female noted, raising an eyebrow herself, fixing him with a puzzled expression. “Or am I doing it wrong? I just followed the instructions…”

“That recipe is no good, Halina,” Mordecai said as he glanced down at the messy attempt at cranberry sauce before him. It looked like a massacre. Red everywhere, fruit meat splattered in a way that so resembled gore like the very gore both of them had seen on the job.

Halina stared at him in disbelief for a moment, mouth slightly open. She sighed and frowned. “So are you saying I made this disgusting mess for nothing? Why do you still have it then? I found it tucked away in your books…”

He sighed and shook his head, but a small, very small smile spread across his lips. “It was tucked away for a reason, Halina… Well then, now let’s go get you cleaned up, dear… Afterwards, we can figure out how to make something more… edible, shall we?”

#lackadaisy #lackadaisy fanfiction #lackadaisy cats #lackadaisy oc #halina dabrowska #mordecai heller #lackadaisy mordecai #christmas #gore but not really #no seriosuly it's not actual gore #or is it #joking #oc x canon

[leeyammie]

Jealousy

Warning: Minors DNI / NSFW

Masterlist

Pairing: Hyunjun Hur x Male reader

Genre: fluff, slight smut

Word Count: 1,031 words

Summary: It hasn't been long since you and your boyfriend have moved in together after him launching his solo debut. In the first few months you tried to be supportive as much as possible and have seen tremendous growth within him. Except that as his fame started to leap, you couldn't shake off the stagging feeling of others enjoying your boyfriend's charm and his latest IG post didn't make it any better.

It was finally the weekend, which meant no work, no chores, nothing. Just some good quality time that you had been looking forward to spending with your boyfriend. However, he happened to be very busy those couple of days as he was preparing for his next striking comeback.

And there you were, staring at the ceiling, waiting for him to come back, when you heard a phone notification coming your way. Thinking that it was a text from him, you rushed to check your phone, only to find out that it was indeed a notification from him, except that it was about a post that he had recently uploaded. Without giving much thought to it, you pressed on it, only to be surprised by the content of the post.

Anyone could easily tell that you weren't delighted with this view, not even the slightest.

You started thinking to yourself. "Concerts with millions of people? I let it slide. Fan meetings with everyone stealing pictures and gestures? I could swallow that. Taking part in a drama lead role with other actors? No biggie. But him posting such pictures publicly as if he isn't tied to anyone! He crossed the line! I've had it!"

Not long afterwards, you heard the door keys clinging signaling that he has finally arrived. Still upset with his behavior you didn't bother to run up to him as soon as he opened the door and rather kept your gaze fixated on the TV. Hyunjun sounded a little puzzled by your change in attitude, nevertheless, he still came up to you snuggling beside you on the couch. "Has my little baby missed me so much that he can't even tell that I'm back?"

You gave no response, not even budged as he constantly tried to get you to look at him. One thing about Hyunjun is that he wouldn't leave you in peace whenever you seem off until you talk out the reason with him. The only answer he got from you was. "Go shower already. I am not planning on sleeping in sweat myself."

He could definitely tell that he messed up big time. He not only knows you by heart but also could tell from your tone how you were feeling exactly and that cold tone of yours only signaled to him that you're extremely irritated.

As you were getting up to leave him off, he grabbed your wrist tucking you back on the couch with him over you. You gotta admit that although he uses the same tactics each time, he never fails to draw that tinted blush on your face. "I already told you wreck of sweat just go get a shower already!" you burst in rage at him

You tried to protest and free yourself, but it was of no use. I mean, let's be real, he just got back from the gym all pumped up with energy and expect yourself to win over him? "I'm not leaving until you tell me what I did wrong!" This man's determination was gonna be the end of you. He started snuggling his face within you neck sniffing it and placing gentle sweaty kisses here and there. Eventually you let your grip loose allowing him to wrap his hands around your figure. Then it didn't take you long to get back to your senses. You stormed off the couch as soon as he loosed his grip.

"You ain't fooling me this time Romeo! I may have let you take the lead on how you want to direct you career and life overall but your last post has sent me to my limit."

Him not being sure of what you were referring to, he opened his phone scrolling through his socials until he noticed the gym post that he had uploaded earlier that day. To your surprise his only reaction was him laughing at the situation.

"You really think that making me furious is that entertaining to you?!" You snapped furiously at him.

"No! This is not what I meant it as! I just found it cute the way you got furious and protective over my posts. I am sorry babe, I'll get rid of the posts and be a little more cautious of your jealousy next time~" He replied a little all over the place not wanting you to take any wrong ideas.

You approached him step by step replying with a gaze in his eyes. "You really think that it is that simple?! Hyunjun you've got to understand that what is mine remains as mine no matter what the circumstances are! You are my partner and not some random acquaintance that I share with everyone-."

He interrupted you mid-sentence grabbing you closer by your waist. You were a little taken aback but at least ceased your anger talk a little. "If I weren't yours already would you be standing here so close hearing my every breath and heartbeat?"

He really knew how to play you around with his soft gaze and playful words that you couldn't resist. He leaned in towards you stealing a soft small kiss for reassurance. Once he didn't feel you tensing up against him, he went for a deeper kiss which made you melt in between his arms. The kiss gradually started to heat up before you broke it to catch a breath.

"Promise me that you'll be more considerate of my feelings in the future and that you'd stay mine to hold." You insisted with a pout on your face.

With a grin slightly forming on his face, he kissed your forehead, replying with a positive answer. Afterwards, you were able to continue your make out session. You slowly locked your hands around his neck with your lips still sealed together.

He carried you up forcing your legs to cross around his waist as he directed you to your bedroom. He then placed you gently on the bed sheets and hoped over you. He then lifted his body getting rid of the tank top he was wearing. At least you knew that your were the only one to see his marvelous body up this close, especially being dripping with sweat.

He leaned down and whispered in your ear. "I gotta admit your furious attitude is such a turn on and I'll need your help with that issue."

You both giggled at his cocky response, yet both knew that what's reserved for both of you tonight would only be intimate love and adoration.

note: Hey! Hope you enjoyed the read. If you'd like to write about other idols or other themes where you see that my style would fit do not hesitate on sending them away! Thanks again for passing by! (I apologize in advance for any typos)

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[goldeaglefire1]

so admittedly my knowledge of dungeon meshi has been mostly absorbed through osmosis and also that one time I picked up and read a few chapters (which. I should really finish reading Dungeon Meshi sometime what I read was good shit). however, with that alone I have determined that a dungeon meshi/undertale crossover would be funny as fuck

allow me to illustrate:

upon hearing that they're in a kingdom of monsters Laios gets really excited for a moment before promptly deflating when an extremely confused Toriel informs him that the monsters in the Underground turn to dust upon death, so no, he can't eat them. he gets better when the party finds the Spider Bakery stand and Laios realizes that the Underground can be just as weird about food as he is (Marcille is significantly less happy about this revelation)

the gang's on a pacifist run not because they're intentionally sparing the monsters but because every monster who runs into them only has to look at them for ten seconds to go "there is something deeply wrong with you people. I am going to leave"

Laios and Papyrus are on the same autism wavelength. for Laios and Papyrus this is a "oh my god he's just like me fr" moment as they excitedly listen to each other ramble about their special interests, but for Laios' party (mainly Marcille and Chilchuck) they're watching in mounting horror as they realize "oh god there's two of them" and listen to Laios making suggestions to make Papyrus' traps and puzzles deadlier

(Laios also asks Chilchuck if he has any advice for Papyrus considering his expertise with traps, to which Chilchuck goes "why the fuck are you asking me to give him advice on how to make the traps more effective at killing us that is the exact opposite of my job")

Sans and Senshi interacting. I don't have anything particularly funny to say here but I think this writes itself honestly

speaking of Senshi - Senshi getting in a very heated argument with Undyne about cooking methods. he is genuinely more offended about her methods of cooking than her attempting to kill them

Alphys is the only monster who realizes that there's only one human in the party (well, not really; Sans also recognizes that Laios is the only human but his response is to just go "huh. whack" and then go to sleep) and is so incredibly confused that she actually tries to cancel the whole Mettaton plan because she needs to go down a research rabbithole to figure out when elves became real. this does not work because Mettaton ignores Alphys and shows up anyway but there was an attempt

Muffet, Laios, and Senshi also get along to a horrifying degree and this ends up cancelling the Muffet fight early because they want to talk recipes. Marcille very quickly drags Laios and Senshi away from Muffet before either party can give the other ideas

honestly this is just scratching the surface I KNOW the meshiheads out there will be able to come up with even funnier scenarios than I did and I fully invite you to

#dungeon meshi #dunmeshi #undertale #utdr